The Consequences of Empathy Jasper's POV
Everyone was driving me crazy; it wasn't fair. Unlike with Edward, where our thoughts could be blocked or altered, I had no power over what I felt. I couldn't block out other people's emotions no matter how hard I tried or wished to. It was infuriating.
Right now the only balm for my distress was out on one of her power shopping sprees with Bella, and Edward was feeling the loss of his beloved as badly as I was feeling mine. It was terrible, feeling his anguish and trepidation as he no doubt envisioned every possible fashion in which they could come to harm, in the truly Edward way of thinking. Bella was a danger magnet, granted, but Alice knew enough to stay out of trouble.
Emmett was almost as bad. He and Rosalie had gone hunting a few hours ago, and even though there were many miles between us I could feel his lust as he watched his mate. They must be feeding now; such was the way of his emotions as they swung between carnal desire and predatory bloodlust. It was always this way, but usually I was caught up in my own animalistic desires of my mate, but she wasn't here, so I had no one to take my building tension out on.
I felt Edward's emotions abruptly shift. I stared at him in startled annoyance. He was suddenly putting off wave after wave of lust. I wondered why, but had no real desire to know. I wanted him to either stop or run away, leaving me alone with my emotions and mine alone. He was probably fantasizing about Bella again, stupid prude. He thought that I couldn't feel what he was feeling. Idiot; I felt every wave. Edward's head suddenly snapped up, his eyes – blackened with desire – met mine and he grimaced apologetically, having heard my thoughts. I nodded in understanding and returned to glaring dully at the offensive door, waiting every moment for Alice to return.
Edward, please, I thought directly at him after a while, could you please leave me alone? I'll have Alice drop Bella off at her house, just leave me alone. And tell Emmett to go further away while you're at it. He was going to protest, I could tell, but my annoyance and desperation slipped from my control and he smiled a little, getting to his feet and disappearing from the house as swiftly as any of us, being the fastest of our family. I breathed a silent sigh of relief, pulling out my cell to call Alice and tell her to drop Bella off at the house.
She picked up on the first ring – expecting my call as always. "Hi Jazz," she said happily. She always loved when I called her even if she didn't know why. Apparently she didn't know why I was calling this time.
"Alice." I breathed her name, trying to sound calm and collected, but my breathing was ragged and slow, alerting her to my distress and breaking down my cool façade. I automatically heard the concern in her voice.
"Jazz? Something wrong?"
I shook my head then abruptly realized that she couldn't see it. "No Alice, nothing's wrong." Just going insane with lust. "I was just calling to say that if you could drop Bella off at her house after your shopping trip, Edward is waiting there." I heard her draw a breath to protest but cut her off swiftly. "Alice, please," my voice was strained, "I really want to be alone with you when you get home."
She caught on quickly, and I could hear the smirk in her voice. "Oh really Jazz?"
I growled at her arrogant tone, sexy as it was, and another wave of lust consumed me. "You have no idea. Hurry back, please." I stressed the last word, hating that I was reduced to begging but fully accepting that I would continue if it got her home any faster."
"Okay, I'll be home soon. I shouldn't take much longer." We parted with soft 'I love you's and she hung up. I listened to the dead line on the phone before snapping it shut, resisting the urge to pace around the house.
Two agonizingly long hours later I heard her Porsche pull up the driveway and she sauntered to the house. As soon as she placed her hand on the door handle I yanked it open, pulling her through and had her pinned against the closed door in less than a second. My haste made me rough, but she didn't seem to mind as she looked up into my eyes with a slight smile. He arms ran up my chest, making me shudder, and her arms linked around my neck.
"Nice to see you too, Jazz," she giggled quietly. Her voice soothed me somewhat, but I was too far gone to return to any concept of sanity. I simply stayed there, pinning her against the wooden frame, feeling every line of her body against mine. She giggled again and pulled away from me, pulling the door open again.
"Come on," she said softly, and I found myself taking a step forward unwittingly, "judging by your eyes, you need to go hunting. Let's go."
"I assure you, beloved," I said, my voice low, almost a growl, "that my eye color has nothing to do with thirst."
Well, not a thirst for blood at least, I thought to myself as my eyes raked her body. I saw her give an involuntary shiver and I smirked slightly.
"Oh?" she replied, leaking nonchalance. "Then what does it indicate?"
"You fucking well know what." I was definitely growling now. Stop stalling damn it!
She clicked her tongue, each sound making me want to take her that much more. "Jazz, such language," she chided gently, sauntering over to me and linking her arms around my neck again. She pulled me down for a kiss and I devoured her mouth hungrily, my barely maintained control snapping as soon as our lips met. Unbidden, I let all of the feelings that I had felt and sensed in me during the day out on her, hearing her gasp as the waves of unrestrained lust waved over her, as well as frustration at having nothing to do about it, and the anger at being teased and stalling.
She growled into my mouth, and I answered with one of my own. I ran my hands down her sides, over her smooth behind and cupped her thighs, lifting her up to wrap her slim legs around my waist. She gasped again as she felt my straining erection between her legs and I growled again, letting another wave of lust penetrate our minds.
"Jasper…I had no idea you missed me this much…" I almost laughed, but I was too far gone.
"You have no idea, sweet. This is just the foreplay," I murmured darkly, my lips a breath from hers. Her beautiful topaz eyes widened, and I smiled in anticipation of when they would be black as my own.
I ran upstairs, pushing her onto our bed as my body covered her own. I kissed her as our breathing became heady and ragged as the passions between us were sensed and given back out by me. Words were not necessary between us; I knew exactly what she was feeling, and she in return felt my own needs, and we each knew exactly how to please the other. It was the perfect connection between lovers and mates that I shared with my Alice.
My Alice. And she was mine. She always would be; I would make sure of it. I would do anything to keep her by my side, and as I looked into her golden irises, her own love, devotion and desire washed over me, making me shudder in delight and pleasure.
"I love you so much," I whispered to her, my fingers twisting into her short hair as my lips made their way from her mouth, down her jaw line and down her throat. I kissed where she had been bitten and her breath hitched, her body arching upwards into mine. I hissed in pleasure as her heated centre rubbed against my length. No sensation was as amazing as the woman you loved sharing such an experience with you.
"I love you too Jasper," she finally managed to gasp out as my kisses seared a trail down her collarbone, to the centre of her throat, then down between her breaths. My hands kept her hips pinned down as I swiftly kissed lower and lower and I heard her hiss in displeasure as I skipped the part most screaming for my attention. I chuckled darkly as I felt her slight annoyance and continue my ministrations to her thighs, then her calves, down to her tiny feet.
My hands followed my path down her legs, swiftly pulling off her shoes as I reached them. She watched me silently, letting me feel her own roiling emotions as my own. I reveled in the sensation, a smile spreading over my features as I gazed up at this beautiful woman. I loved that I had this effect on her and that she in turn could influence me so. We were perfect for each other.
She smiled back as I pulled her shoes off, then my hands traveled back up her legs to hook around her jeans. I leaned over her core, inhaling the scent of her arousal like a drug, and my eyes darkened more if that was possible. Venom was pooling in my mouth in the anticipation, yet I held back as I pulled her jeans off agonizingly slowly. I was so impatient before, but she was here, now, and she wasn't going anywhere. I could take my time. I breathed it in again, then kissed each inch of creamy pale skin as it was exposed, summoning a whole new round of shivers from my beloved.
"Jasper," she moaned, her impatience evident. I chuckled again softly, looking up at her and meeting her darkened gaze.
"Yes, sweet?" I asked innocently, kissing my way up her legs again and traveling up her chest, pulling her shirt up as I went.
"You're such a tease." She pouted that adorable pout and I smiled, kissing it away from her lips. I pulled her shirt over her head, lying over my now almost-naked angel.
"I know, beloved. You love it really," I said gently and she grinned, her eyes bright. She rolled up over on the giant bed, pinning me down by my shoulders. I growled a little, but was cut off by a heated kiss from her. She pulled away and I tried to sit up, making it last longer, but her hands stopped me. I hissed again and stopped fighting; stupid strong little pixie. She giggled at the frown on my face, running her hands towards the top of the buttons on my shirt and undoing them one by one. I stayed still, knowing that she would move away if I did anything, and waited with barely restrained impatience as she undid each button and slid the fabric off of my torso, exposing my skin to her burning gaze.
She leaned down, trapping my mouth again in another searing kiss. I wrapped one hand around the back of her head, keeping her lips to mine and hissed into her mouth as I felt her hips move against my erection. And I was the tease! My other hand snaked around her hip, holding her onto my length as I ground against her. Out arousal could easily be smelt in the air, and it did nothing to sate my lust. I needed her, I needed her so badly. My body cried out for release, and I rolled her over onto her back again as I pressed her into the bed, my more predatory nature taking over.
My own jeans and boxers came off quickly. I heard a soft rip as the clothes tore in my eagerness, and I heard Alice's small giggle. I didn't dwell on it though; I was so close. Just one piece of clothing separated us.
My lips hadn't broken from hers as I snaked my hands up her inner things, finally coming to rest on her underwear. Her breath hitched momentarily as I hooked my fingers under the fabric at her hips, pulling it down with the utmost care; Alice would kill me if I ripped anything of hers. The offending article of clothing was soon off, along with her bra and there she was in all her naked glory, lying on the bed underneath me, breathing hard though she didn't need to, and her eyes wide and hazy with passion and love.
"I love you, Alice," I whispered as I slid into her. Her venom-coated centre made me groan in pleasure. She was exactly the same as the first time that she and I had made love, and I loved every inch of her. She let out a primeval moan as her back arched into me, and I sank my entire length into her. I hissed in pleasure, finally letting all of my emotions – and hers – go, letting us bask in a haze of unadulterated fervor. Our emotions roiled around the room as our bodies moved as one, each movement summoning moans and screams of pleasure from each of us, nearing the first climax of many. I gazed at my mate with so much love and devotion; I felt her feelings mirror mine as our eyes met.
Alice.
My Alice.
None else's.
As we finally settled down, awaiting the rest of our family's return, I lay with her while we faced each other, just staring into each other's eyes as I felt her every emotion, and sent her my own. No words were necessary; we knew how each other felt.
She smiled and took a deep breath as we felt our family return. I almost laughed at their cautiousness; no one really wanted to be in the same house as an empathic with no inhibitions. I took her hand in mine and we got up reluctantly from the bed, dressing quickly. We made our way downstairs, finding all the family but Edward gathered in the front room, all gazing at each other happily with expressions of love on their faces. I promptly realized that it was my doing but had no real desire to stop or interrupt, so I pulled Alice over to loveseat and we stayed there, her sitting in my lap until the sunrise, when Edward came in to get ready before he would take Bella to school. He smiled knowingly as he entered, gazing from couple to couple. I felt a brief pang of sadness from him and looked over curiously, but he smiled and shrugged.
"Are you feeling better, Jasper?" he asked quietly, and I grinned, grasping Alice's hand in mine and pulling her to my chest.
"You have no idea," I murmured, and placed a soft kiss in her temple. She smiled, meeting my loving gaze. I felt Edward's presence vanish, leaving the couples of the house alone. I felt a brief sadness – this one my own – that Edward wasn't allowed to share the same profound and beautiful experience that I could share with Alice, but he would eventually.
With Bella.
Good luck to him.
Okay so I was in a completely random mood when I wrote this. I just thought that Jasper would want to release some of his pent-up tension! :D So there we go. Sorry it isn't as wild as I imagined it but I just don't write that way. I'm working on it.
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