Little Reminders

A pre-bday drabble for MsKathy.  Posted here because FFn is a fail whorebag.

I was one of the lucky ones. After all our years together, Carlisle was still a romantic, and I ate up every second of it.

He’d leave me pieces of himself all over the house.

A love note written on a foggy bathroom mirror.

A heart drawn in the sugar bowl.

A flower delivery in the middle of the day on some random Tuesday.

We still kissed, still danced, still held hands at the movies.

I cooked, he cleaned.

I folded laundry, he put it away.

We were a team and a love story.

Together we had everything and more.

South of the Boarder, a Toxic outtake

 

Title:  South of the Boarder, a Toxic outtake

Notes:  I wrote this for the Friday Free For All (FFFA) on Twilighted 4/26/10.  It falls during Spring Break to Puerto Vallarta in Chapter 6.  I'll leave it up to the readers whether these events actually occurred in the story or not  =)

Many thanks to Chele681 for beta'ing and all the girls who pre-read!

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There was absolutely no doubt that Spring Break in Puerto Vallarta had been an unforgettable trip of a lifetime.  Our days were full of new sights and experiences, and our hazy, alcohol fogged nights were no less exciting.  The weather had been perfect, I enjoyed a fantastic reprieve from a busy semester, and I had my girl Bella with me every single day.  Speaking of my little sex fiend...

"Peter!  Hey Peter!  Baby, watch this!"

I turned away from Jasper to face Bella as she shouted over the din of the raucous crowd to get my attention.  It was the typical Spring Break scene you'd see on MTV: scantily clad females dancing to loud music, guys in flip-flops lining up shots on the bar, ridiculous contests designed to get people naked, and couples who probably hadn't known each other longer than twenty minutes making out in front of a crowd of strangers.

When Bella saw that she had caught my eyes, she blew me a kiss and gestured to her sorority sister, Angela.  To my surprise, the generally reserved and soft-spoken girl had a shot glass wedged between her ample breasts.  That girl may have been quiet and unassuming, but we had all been at the beach nearly every day; a rack like that was a little difficult to miss.  Before I could process the implication of Bella's request for my attention, she dove face first into Angela's cleavage, wrapped her lips around the shot glass, pulled it out, and tipped her head back to let the unknown concoction pour down her throat.  Raising her hands above her head victoriously, she smiled around the glass as her friend reached out to take it from her lips.  Flabbergasted by my girlfriend's bold, sexy display, it took me a few moments to register that half the crowd around us had erupted in a series of wild cheers.

My dick joined the party, standing to salute Bella and request the pleasure of her company in our hotel room.  Immediately.  However, the show wasn't quite over.  Bella and Angela shared a brief look, smiling at the metaphorical spotlight they had created for themselves, before smashing their lips together in the hottest fucking kiss I had ever seen.  Angela's hand wrapped around Bella's ponytail, tugging her closer as Bella pulled her friend's bottom lip between her teeth teasingly.  With their mouths parted, it was obvious and very visible when their tongues met, locking together in a provocative tangle.  My excitement was uncontrollable.  Bella had never hinted at being into other girls this way, and while she was playfully flirtatious with everyone, she had never done anything close to this.  I couldn't help but feel jealous when Angela grabbed Bella's thigh and hitched my girlfriend's leg around her waist.  The crowd went wild.  Out of nowhere, quite possibly in response to the hoots and hollers all around them, Bella's hand was on Angela's tit, squeezing and--no.  She wasn't just fondling her friend.  As she grabbed the other girl, Bella's fingertips curled around the low cut edge of Angela's shirt, yanking the thin material down and exposing her entire breast to the crowd.  She gave a quick pinch to Angela's nipple and the noise in the club became deafening.

That was all I could take.  Between the copious amounts of beer and liquor that surged through my body and the bi-curious display between my girlfriend and her naughty librarian sorority sister, I needed to get Bella the hell out of there as soon as possible.

Ignoring the noise and pushing past the ridiculous number of horny dudes making a beeline for the girls, I scooped Bella up off her feet and tossed her over my shoulder.  She giggled and squirmed, calling out goodbyes to our friends and all her new admirers as we approached the exit.

"I hope this is because you liked my show and not because you're mad at me," she laughed as I pushed us through the door of the bar.  "Oh!  Unless you're going to punish me for being a bad, bad girl.  Spank me, daddy!"

I couldn't help but howl with laughter in response, lifting my free hand to lay a firm smack against her ass.  She yelped, but it was a happy, humored sound.  "How's that, you tease?"

Carefully, I lowered her, but instead of dropping to her feet, she wrapped her legs around my waist as she slid down my torso.  I held her in place while also helping myself to a welcomed grope as I palmed her bottom, and she kissed me hard.

"So you liked it?" she asked breathily, seeking my approval.

I grinned back, hugging her close to me and taking a few steps down the sidewalk.  Passersby grumbled as we knocked against them, but my attention was solely on Bella.  "Well, I don't like to share, but I'm not gonna lie.  That was hot as fuck, Angel.  You have no fucking idea what you're in for once I get you back to our room."

"Mmm..." she hummed.  "I can't wait to find out."

I stopped, kissing her once more and enjoying the taste of whiskey on her breath and strawberry lip balm on her lips.  Bella never wore strawberry lip balm.  That meant it came from someone else's lips...

Is it possible for an erection to be harder than steel?  Damn.
"Okay, hop down," I instructed, patting her behind.  "We'll get there much faster if we're both walking, and right now, getting you naked is my top priority."

She loosened her hold on me without argument, taking me by the hand and jogging toward our hotel.  We stumbled and tripped along the way, an obvious bi-product of our imbibing, but we managed to hold each other up until we were back at our glorious home base.  Spinning, kissing, and clawing at clothes as we danced up the outdoor staircase, we laughed and smiled happily.

"Key, key, key!" she growled, shoving her hand into my pocket to retrieve the card that would open our door.  I yanked my wallet from her hand, pinning her to the door as I removed the key card and released the lock.  I sucked harshly on her neck for a moment before shoving her into our cool, empty room.

Our clothes were ripped off and tossed about in a flurry of fabric and grabbing, groping hands as we kissed and tugged on one another.  I lifted Bella once more, tossing her onto our bed and watching her body - and her tits - bounce when she landed.  Without hesitation, I dropped down to the floor at the edge of the bed and yanked her legs so that she was perched at the edge of the mattress.  Parting her thighs forcefully, I sunk between them, lapping at her in a long stroke from her opening to her clit and back down again.  I felt uncontrollable as I continued, using my hands and my mouth to make her moan louder and writhe more desperately with each passing minute.  Something primal and desperate had taken command of me, and all I wanted to do was bury my face in her soft, wet pussy and stay there for days.

"Oh god...fuck, Peter!  Ahh!"  She continued to cry out similar sentiments, thanking me and begging me all at once.  "I need you so bad...please," she moaned, but I wouldn't relent.  I couldn't.

Needing a change from that position, I pulled away for a moment, panting for breath as I threw myself onto the bed.  Bella immediately grabbed for my cock, but I swatted her hand away.  I rolled to my back and motioned for her to move up the bed.

"Nuh uh.  I'm not done with you yet," I said sternly.  "Get up here."

Nodding rapidly, she knelt around my shoulders, lowering herself to my mouth and allowing me to return to my own personal heaven.

Her hands slammed against the headboard as her body rocked and thrust upon my face.  She was taking what she wanted now, and I couldn't have been happier.  I was achingly hard, but I couldn't get the picture of her making out with Angela out of my mind or the image of her fondling another chick.  It made me crazy for her.  We had the rest of the night to worry about me.

"Let me turn around," she begged, fisting her fingers in my hair and tugging.  "I want you so bad, baby.  I wanna make you come in my mouth.  Please, Peter!"

I opened my eyes and shook my head against her sex, allowing her to feel my lips as they dragged against her delicate petals of flesh.  "My turn," I said, slipping two fingers into her as my other arm held her leg in place.

I had her on the edge of her third climax, and I knew she was getting tired and weak from the overwhelming sensations, but I continued anyway.  Just then, there was a loud knock on our door.

"Leave it," I commanded.  "They're drunk.  They'll go away."

I attached my mouth to her sweet spot again, moving my tongue rapidly over the sensitive nerves to make her come for me.  Unfortunately, the pounding continued, this time accompanied by the unmistakable sound of my best friend's voice.  That didn't make me quit, though.

"It's Jasper...and...Alice..." Bella choked out, ceasing her movements over me.  "We should see...should see what...they need."

"Open the fucking door, Pete!" Jasper yelled, and that time I hollered back.

"One fucking minute, asshole!"  With that, I curled my fingers inside Bella, pressing hard against the spot that would rock her body.  Coupling that with my best tongue action, I watched proudly as she literally screamed in ecstasy, falling into the headboard and sliding down the smooth surface with a squeak as her sweaty skin rubbed against the wood.  Maneuvering out from under her, I adjusted her in the bed properly, covering her overheated, naked body with the white sheet.  I flicked on the bathroom light so that I could locate some clothes and pulled my jeans on, carefully tucking my rock hard dick in as I zipped.

"Make it quick, dipshit," I snapped as I swung the door open.  "I'm not done."

"You're not ever done, you horny bastard," Alice retorted, pushing her way past me and plopping down on my bed next to Bella.  "Geez, what did you do to her?"

"Three orgasms!" Bella giggled softly to Alice, and though I could tell she was trying to be quiet, she definitely wasn't.

"We need to stay in here tonight," Jasper informed me, slapping my hand off the door frame and welcoming himself inside.

I glared at him.  "What the hell's the matter with your room?"

"Occupado, my friend," he said matter-of-factly.  "Sweet little Angela earned herself some attention tonight, thanks to your crazy girlfriend."

Bella sat up immediately, pulling the sheet to cover herself like a strapless dress.  "Really?" she asked excitedly.

"Oh my gosh, yes!" Alice squealed.  "She had, like, eight guys come over after you two left and she found the cutest, quietest geek standing at the back watching all his friends talk to her.  It's nerd love!"

Bella and Alice bounced on the bed together excitedly, clapping their hands like little girls at a boy band concert.  "That's so amazing!" Bella chirped.

"Good for her, but you're not staying here," I said.  "Give her some time to have fun, go back to the bar for a while, and then go sleep in your own room."

"Fucking hell, Peter!  What's your damn problem?" Jasper barked at me.

"Seriously," Alice added, "Angela totally deserves this after that asshole Eric dumped her right before Christmas.  We're just trying to do something nice for our friend."

"And we're busy!" I yelled, dumbfounded that I could still be sporting wood at this point, even if it was only a semi.

Bella scowled at me.  "Peter!  They can stay!  You guys can stay."

"No way," I snapped back at her - at all of them.  "I paid extra so that we could have this room to ourselves for a reason.  It's not my fault that you decided to share with someone else."

"Dude, you are being a total dick."  I looked at Jasper and saw an expression of absolute disbelief on his face.  "Your dad paid for this trip."

"Semantics, my friend.  Anyway, my dad paid for my flight.  I paid for the room."

"Whatever.  You're still being a total bitch."

Just as my muscles tensed and I was ready to flip, Bella ended our argument.  It was probably for the better; I didn't want to fight with my best friend.  It was just the combination of my serious need to get laid and all the alcohol that was making me so irritable.

"You guys can stay.  End of story.  The extra bed is yours."

With Bella's approval, Alice kissed her on the cheek and bounced over to the bed a couple feet away from ours, kicking off her shoes.  I limped back toward my bed because even though I wasn't in quite the same state I had been before they arrived, that shit still hurt.

"Come here," Bella beckoned softly, laying back down and patting the empty space on the bed beside her.  I flopped down, not bothering to remove my jeans, and sank my head into the pillow.  Bella's arm hung over my shoulder, tugging us closer together as she leaned into my lips for a brief kiss.  "Don't worry, I'm very sneaky," she whispered to me.

"Bella," I warned, "I'm trying to accept the fact that I have to attempt to sleep with the worst case of blue balls ever.  Please don't make it worse by teasing me."

"I'm not teasing," she purred just as Alice spoke loudly.

"We're going to take a shower.  I hope you can calm the fuck down, Peter."

"Enjoy," was my only response.  If they noticed my sarcasm, they ignored it.

Knowing that I could not stay so close to Bella and her gorgeous naked body if I was going to fall asleep, I tried to roll away, but she yanked me back.

"Your turn."  I tried to protest as she reached for the button and zipper of my jeans, but it was a weak fight.  Her hands felt too good, and the path she was kissing down my chest felt better than the slow burn of good tequila running down your throat.  Leaving me without an opportunity or desire to stop, her mouth wrapped around my cock, warm, eager, and humming happily.

"Oh fuck, Bella...we gotta go fast.  Not much time."

"Quiet," she said, popping me out of her mouth and swiping a circle around my sensitive head.  "I have a feeling they'll be in there for a while."

Sure enough, as she returned to bobbing up and down upon me, the distinct sounds of two people not showering in the shower echoed through the room - a bottle falling to the shower floor, a loud thump, a wet body rubbing against the wall.  Water continued to run, and the sounds didn't stop.

I tried to concentrate on what Bella was doing to me, alternating between taking me fully in her mouth and teasing my length with her tongue, but everything combined was sensory overload.  I could feel, hear, and smell Bella, and I could still taste her when I licked my lips.  At the same time, the growing sound of our friends fucking just a few yards and a wall away was actually a bit of a turn on.  In one way, it should have been really fucking weird, but I was too drunk to realize that.  Instead, it was sort of hot, and the threat of them returning to the room at any moment made Bella's actions more intense.

The water turned off, and I still wasn't done.  I funneled all my energy on the feeling of Bella's lips wrapping around my cock, sliding up and down and using her tongue to tease me, but I still had to hold her head in place to show her what I needed.  Her hand squeezed the base of cock firmly while her other hand wandered lower, rolling my balls with just the right amount of pressure.  Just as I was nearing my finish, a finger slid to the underside of them quickly, pressing against the spot between my boys and my ass.  I had heard of that kind of thing before, but no girl had ever tried it on me, which was fine considering how close it was to the back side.  There was no way I was ever letting anyone near there, but what Bella had done was mind-blowing.  I came with a hard thrust into her mouth, feeling her swallow my release as best as she could while still holding me on her tongue.  She slid off slowly, giving me a few languid licks and kisses before she crawled back up the bed and laid herself over me like a human blanket.

"Unbelievable," I muttered, burying my face in her neck and pulling her disheveled hair from its ponytail so I could get lost in it.  I sighed as the long brown waves fell over my cheek, tickling my skin in the nicest way.

She chuckled lightly against me, pulling the sheet and blanket over us as she wrapped herself around my body further.  I would never tire of how good her soft, delicately curved body felt when it was aligned with mine this way.  Even when we were just pressed together, not doing anything sexual, it was still the most perfect place in the world. 

We lay there resting for a couple short minutes before the bathroom door swung open and our friends emerged.  Jasper wore his boxers, but Alice was only in a towel.  I made a mental note to avoid looking in the direction of their bed tonight, just in case the blanket slipped off her at any point.  They looked over at us skeptically as if checking to see if we were moving beneath the blankets before they entered the room.

"We're just cuddling," Bella said sarcastically, breaking the tension in the air.

"Uh huh," Jasper replied, "and we were just cuddling in the shower."  Alice snorted at that, and I made a second mental note to wipe down the bathroom before I showered the next day.

I shook my head at all of them and wrapped my arms around Bella's back.  "On that note, I'm going to sleep.  Happy last night of vacation, everyone."

Bella stayed on top of me as everyone settled themselves, and to be completely honest, I didn't mind having her there while I drifted off to unconsciousness.  She barely weighed anything, and with her so close, I could feel and smell the most pleasant, familiar thing in my life right now.  I was almost out when I felt wet, hot tongue kisses tingling on my neck.

"Angel, what are you doing?" I whispered.  Instead of answering right away, she shifted her hips, grinding her sex directly over my dick.  "Oh god..."

"I want you so bad, baby.  I tried to move, but that just made all the right parts of you touch all the right parts of me, and I couldn't stand it," she whispered in the lowest, most seductive tone.  Her hot breath fanned over my ear, making me harden more than that slight grind had.  "Please, Peter."

Shit.
I was so lost when she said please to me like that.  Her voice would change to this sexy, husky, phone sex operator tone, and I could never fight it.  But I had to, didn't I?  There was no way I could give her what she wanted right now; not with our friends in the bed beside ours.

"We can't, Bella."

"I'll be quiet, I promise.  Just think of how hot it would be to know I was forced to hold back from screaming for you.  Baby, you know what you do to me."

Just then, before I could protest, an unmistakable little feminine moan pierced the silence, followed by a quick "Shh."  Bella's hips rolled against mine once more, and whether reflexive or intentional, I bucked back against her.

"Fuck me," Bella said determinedly, but this time her words were louder, and I knew our friends would hear them.  What happened next was unlike anything I had ever imagined.

Alice breathed heavily.  Bella pushed against me, making a throaty groan to match her insistence.  The bed beside ours shifted with a creak.  Bella begged again.  Jasper moaned lowly.  Bella opened the bedside table drawer.  Alice said Jasper's name wantonly.  Bella ripped open the condom package.  Jasper hummed contentedly and Alice sighed.  I felt the rubber being rolled down over my erection.  A light smack filled the darkness.

It was like some crazy game of ping-pong, except I wasn't trying to follow a little ball moving rapidly back and forth across a table; I was listening to the undeniable sounds of my friends' intimate moment as my girlfriend seduced me.  Those tiny noises alternated between our beds, growing louder with each addition, as if challenging and testing boundaries.

There was no doubt in my mind that Jasper and Alice were now having sex, and I was completely fucking powerless when Bella held me between her legs and sank down onto my needy cock.

"Yeah, Bella, that's so fucking good."

I hadn't thought before I spoke.  I didn't adjust the volume of my voice because we weren't alone.  The words just tumbled out, clear as a bell for everyone in the room to hear.  Surprisingly, that seemed to spur Bella onward instead of making her self-conscious, and she pulled back and slammed herself over me with a force that sent a shock through my cock, up my spine, and back again.  She continued with abandon, riding me wildly as she sat up and let the blankets fall away from her body.  No longer shielded, I cupped her breasts reflexively to cover them and looked across the room to make sure Jasper wasn't staring at my girl's tits.  To my surprise - though I, admittedly, should have expected it - I saw Jasper hovering over Alice, his lower body pounding quickly beneath their sheet.

When I realized I was staring, I glanced up at Bella, ashamed, but found that she was watching our friends just as intently as I had been.  For a few more moments, my eyes returned to the bed that was so close to ours.  My hands rolled Bella's sensitive breasts as she moved above me, but the sounds that were coming from nearby were my undoing.

I had never thought about any scenario like this before.  I had done some crazy shit, and I had a fairly long checklist of sexual experiences I wanted to try, but this had not been one of them.  Nevertheless, it was like our own personal pornography.  Or more specifically, live porn...in which we were also participants.  Somewhere, in the depths of my mind, I understood that this kind of thing never would have happened if we were all sober, but we weren't sober, and there was definitely no stopping us now.

Recklessly, I locked eyes with Bella and yanked her down upon me, forcing our mouths together so roughly that our teeth clattered.  She kissed me with just as much urgency as I did her, and we were soon moaning and groaning into each other's mouth.  It seemed that the louder we became, the more noise we heard from Jasper and Alice.  If they spoke to one another, giving commands or voicing their pleasure, Bella would do the same, and that prompted me to join in.  All the while, we both peeked glances at our friends, no longer caring about the blankets that had fallen astray on either bed.  More than once, I saw them turning their heads to look at us as well.

It was strange and erotic, and though their bodies were naked and in constant motion, I was continually drawn back to their faces.  I had always loved watching Bella - and my previous sexual partners' - facial expressions when they were unhinged during sex.  There was something about seeing another person let go as pleasure flooded their body that intrigued me.  Maybe it had to do with the fact that those responses twisted a person's features in a way you would never see outside the bedroom.  No matter how well you knew a person, you could not recreate that sense of freedom and euphoria anywhere else.  I guess that's intimacy at its heart, though.  So seeing Jasper and Alice at their most private, most vulnerable moments was exciting.  Sure, you could see that in movies, but those were never genuine; the reactions of the actors were always exaggerated and fake.  This, though...this was real.  It didn't get much more authentic than seeing my friends this way.

My eyes moved back and forth between Bella and our voyeuristic counterparts, and I knew it was the same for all of us.  We didn't speak to one another, only our own respective partner, but there was still so much exchanged in those unabashed stares.  Needing more, feeling completely lost in daring aggression and the most intense lust I had ever experienced, I flipped Bella over, quickly resuming our frantic pace and guiding one of her legs around my hip.  "You're so goddamn hot," I growled at her, earning a swivel of her pelvis that made me strike inside her at a new and delightful angle.  She cried for more, and I gave it to her, dipping my head down to nip at her chest and tease her further.

Meanwhile, I noticed that Alice was now facing the mattress, propped up on her elbows with her small tits bouncing slightly as Jasper thrust into her from behind.  It wasn't as though I felt any sort of attraction to Alice at all, but I'm a guy, and the sight of a bare chest in front of me was hypnotizing, even in the darkness.  Finally, I couldn't take any more, and I knew I needed to focus on Bella.  We were both so close to falling into an ocean of intense bliss that I wanted it to be about us, not anything else.  Holding Bella's leg in place around my hip, I lifted her other one, drawing it up to her chest.  I leaned over that bent leg, confining it between us as I gave her everything I had left in me.  I pumped hard, and she called out my name and several other indistinguishable sounds.  My grunts were animal-like and wild, but I couldn't muster an ounce of concern for anything but Bella.

When we came, I felt drunker than I had a few hours earlier at the bar.  Nothing felt real, and yet everything was vibrant and overstimulating.  I noticed that the room was quiet when my panting breaths began to settle.  When I had the strength, I stumbled to the bathroom for a little clean up, then allowed Bella to do the same before we curled into each other, passing out almost immediately.

When I awoke late the next morning, Bella was the only one there with me.  I lay in silence for a few minutes, reaching for a bottle of water on the nightstand and chugging it.  My mind was awash with mixed recollections and blank gaps of time.  Slowly, the memories came back to me, and the reality of them made me feel dizzy and strange, yet somehow...proud.

Bella roused from sleep an hour later.  I drew her to me, massaging her neck, shoulders, and back with my strong hands and an endless supply of kisses.  I touched her tentatively and tenderly, awaiting her approval before my fingers traversed lower and made her come in my hand.  We didn't speak of the previous night, but I didn't feel like we needed to; everything that had to be said was communicated in our eyes.

Around noon, we finally emerged from our room and went to find some food for our ravenous bellies.  By the time we returned, we had to pack our bags, check out of the hotel, and make our way to the airport.

Taking a seat as we waited at the gate, Jasper sat beside me while the girls used the restroom.  His expression was nearly blank, but the look bore signs of peace and ease, not discomfort or aggression.  He gave me a short nod and tipped his head back to rest, closing his eyes.  The position looked appealing, so I did the same.

"So," he began, "last night..."

"Never happened," I answered without hesitation.

He laughed in a brief, breathy sort of way.  "My thoughts exactly, bro.  Never happened."

Prince of Crimson Tides

Title: Prince of Crimson Tides
Rating: M
Characters: Peter & Bella
Warning: non-canon pairing, language, and sexual content
Summary: They've been friends since grade school, but an annual reunion, a beach vacation & an impending move force Bella & Peter to reassess the nature of their relationship. Is love on the horizon or is it just a fling? Fun With Your Clothes On entry - AH

Beta credits:  Chele681

Giddy Up

Title: Giddy Up
Rating: M
Characters: Jasper & Bella
Warning: non-canon pairing, language, and sexual content
Summary: Bella comes home to a surprise: Jasper in cowboy attire...sort of. A little role play ensues, the hat stays on, and Bella learns to ride. AH

FML Contest

I am squee-fully happy to say that my FML Contest entry, A Slip Down Memory Lane, was a voting round finalist, and it received a Host's Mention & lovely review from the very talented Chicklette.  Check out the FML Contest blog for other winners!

Chicklette's Pick - A Slip Down Memory Lane by SweetDulcinea

Chicklette had this to say:

When I began reading stories for this contest, I simply started clicking on titles, paying no attention to prompt or author name. I wanted the experience of reading the stories without prejudice of what I *thought* the story should be. (I will say that I expected most stories to be funny.)

So I was surprised when I found myself getting drawn deeper and deeper into this story of Edward and Bella. One night, as Edward is using an ATM machine, he runs into old flame Bella. Told from Edward’s point of view, it’s apparent from the first that he’s still in love with her. However, he respects that she broke things off, and he doesn’t try to make their chance encounter into anything more.

Until Bella slips on some ice and ends up wounded. She tried to phone her brother, Garrett for help, but Edward won’t hear of it. Instead, he insists on taking her to the emergency room himself, and he waits there with her while she repeatedly tries to reach her brother or his girlfriend, Kate. As they wait, Edward begins to reflect on his brief relationship with Bella, including the moment when she broke his heart and called things off.

One of the things that really drew me in to this story was SweetDulcinea’s use of dialogue. She really has an ear for it, and at no point was I distracted from the story by an awkward turn of phrase. She paints Bella and Edward’s relationship with such sweetness, that it’s a little hard not to fall in love with these two.

Add to all of that hints of humor, a fantastic Carlisle, and some excellent musical references (I’m a huge Jimmy Eat World fan), and this story moves from being a good little one shot to something that really stuck with me. So what are you waiting for? Go! Read! Now!! :)

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You Can't Lose What's Not Yours

You Can’t Lose What’s Not Yours
Jasper/Maria

A/N:  I don’t necessarily believe that this is canon.  It’s just an idea I had.  You never know…

Thank you to ElleCC for beta'ing.  It called to her  =)

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It didn’t take long to understand why Maria had chosen me.  Changed me.  She saw something she wanted, and it was simply her natural inclination to take.  And to use, of course.

Strength.  Confidence.  Bravery in the face of danger.  Experience.

It was all underdeveloped potential in her eyes.  Once I was transformed and granted the advantages of immortal life, those characteristics she coveted became more than she had ever dreamed.

Yes, she had changed me for selfish reasons – because she felt that I would be a valuable soldier in her army – but that wasn’t the reason she kept me. 

I began as a part of the newborn army, just as we all had, battling my way through the first year of life.  Honestly, I had to admire her for the order and authority she maintained over that ever-changing group.  We all had human minds that were capable of rational thought and self-control, so it wasn’t as though we were untamable, but instincts at that stage are difficult to overcome.  Yet somehow, she found a way to develop, nurture, and maintain loyalty amongst her children.  The reality of her methods was kept behind the scenes; we never knew how or when a new addition was changed, and when the time came that someone was no longer valuable enough for her to keep, she made it look as though they were killed during battle, not exterminated at her hand.

I would later learn the truth and become a part of those secret processes.

The night that everything changed was on the eve of an attack she had planned.  I was still young, anxious for anything to sate my hostility – blood, a fight…and something I didn’t realize until it happened.

“Come, Cariño,” she beckoned, finding me amongst the others.  Darling.  She had taken to calling me her darling a few months after changing me.  No one else had a nickname, but I never questioned it because the name was always accompanied by something else: true affection.

This time, the affection was present, but it had new companions.  Amusement.  Desire.  Aggression.

I followed her back to the house she now occupied.  We were all nomadic at best, but when we were between battles, rebuilding the army and preparing as she planned the next attack, we had a sort of home base.  They were all run down homes or locations that had once housed humans we fed from, but they served their purpose when we needed solitude.  Maria’s home was the nicest and largest, of course, but we were never allowed in it.  Apparently, something big was happening for her to grant me access.

Inside the house, she circled me like the predator she was, dragging a stiff finger along my body as she moved.  I absorbed her emotions, trying to make sense of this new development and what it would mean.  Her feelings were so insistent that it was difficult to keep them from becoming my own.

“I’m not willing to give you up when your strength levels off.  You are too special to this army…to me,” she added.  Her tone was casual and borderline flippant, but as she spoke the last two words, her sincerity broke through.  “Would you like that, mi cariño?  To help me teach my children…to have your own room in this house?”  She stopped in front of me, bringing a hand to my cheek and running her fingers back into my hair.  That form of contact was unexpected and enticing.

“Tell me more,” I requested, too logical to accept her offer without a full understanding of her expectations.  She fired a wicked, knowing grin at me and stepped closer.

“Can’t I tell you later?  Right now, I’d rather…well…”

I wasn’t actually experienced in that way, but yes, I did know.  I understood the feelings people had from infatuation to love, and of course, lust.  I had no applicable knowledge, aside from my desires, but it was becoming quite obvious that Maria intended to change that.

“Tan guapo…tan fuerte…tan inteligente…” she purred as her arms wove around my neck, drawing me closer.

There was no reason to object, no reason to deny her.  The look in her brilliant red eyes was one of unmistakable intentions, and the rest of her was no less enticing.  From her curvaceous yet slender body to the thick, dark hair that billowed over her shoulders, she was a glorious beauty.  Paired with her strength and power, any efforts to resist would have been fruitless anyway.

Seizing the opportunity, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her flush against my body. 

That first time was quick and to the point, at least in a vampire’s terms of sex.  She kissed me roughly and peeled off my clothes impatiently.  I collapsed on top of her right there on the floor, and she angled herself beneath me in a position she enjoyed.

From that point on, that was the way things were.  I rose to a place of influence in Maria’s army, relatively speaking.  She was far too power-hungry to relinquish her authority to anyone else, but the newborns understood that I was to be obeyed unless she told them otherwise.  Few questioned my role, whether it was because of my fierce and deadly combat skills, the scars I bore from enemies defeated at my hand, or the favor I was shown by our ruthless leader.

At the time, I did not seek anything other than what I had.  My only memories of my human life were as a young soldier, so it was fitting for me to continue that lifestyle as an immortal.  All my needs and instinctive desires were met – a place to channel my aggression, an outlet to do what came naturally to me as a soldier, and plenty of blood to sate my thirst.  The arrangement with Maria seemed to wrap it all up into a very satisfying package, fulfilling my…baser wants.

We were not a mated pair or even a couple by any means.  It was more of a working arrangement where we operated as a functional pair.  We served a purpose to one another.  On occasion, I would feels bits and pieces of something from her, but it was never a bond.  It was certainly never love.

Months turned into years, and years turned into decades.  Others came and went, and few were allowed to retain their lives as I had.  There were a few small instances of one of Maria’s children “disappearing,” but none of those were gifted or served a particularly special purpose to her.  She could have hunted them down and reclaimed their lives, but she found it much easier to write them off in much the same way she did the casualties of war.  In her eyes, they were easily replaced and not worth the trouble of chasing after.

Maria had always taken what she wanted, when she wanted it, without question or hesitation.  If she felt a sexual attraction to anyone else – male or female – she would have them.  Few made repeat performances, and none were ever given the freedom to approach her for sex; that was something that only I was allowed.  Things were similar for me.  I bedded a few other women when I felt the lustful pangs of their desire for me, but I had no interest in anyone beyond that.

There really was no way to name or place a title on the relationship I shared with Maria.  It was casual, and it was not.  It sated the physical cravings, but on occasion, it would be something more.  In my unbeating heart, I understood that we were both reaching for some higher form of fulfillment, even though we knew what we ultimately sought could not be found in one another.  Yet there was some significant bond between us.

In the end, that was not enough.

My final years with Maria were filled with a growing sense of turmoil from within me.  I had grown tired of the endless tirade for dominance over a society of savages, all for the sake of priority hunting ground.  I was interested in more than blood and control; I wanted to see beyond Texas and Mexico.  More than anything, I wanted relief from the emotional weight of my lifestyle.  For someone who did not require rest, I was surprisingly weary on the inside.  I needed to get away, to feel something for myself and not be responsible for controlling the emotional states of others.

“Where are you, Cariño?” Maria asked, coming to stand behind me and wrap her arms around my waist.  I stared off into the distance, not moving from my position on the veranda.

After a long moment of silence, I finally responded.  “I’m right here.”

She huffed at my evasiveness.  We both knew she wasn’t asking about my physical location.

“Speak to me,” she quietly demanded, and I found myself taken aback by her genuine concern.  “You are not the eager young man I brought into my home all those years ago.  Tell me why that is.”

I leaned back slightly, accepting her cheek as it nuzzled between my shoulder blades.  Innately, I desired comfort, even amidst my struggle to pull away.  I had known her longer than I had anyone else in this life or during my short time as a human; it was no small task to break myself of my Maria habit.

“You will not want to hear what I truly have to say,” I stated simply, continuing to avoid her curiosity.  I allowed my hands to rest on hers, keeping one on my stomach, and sliding our other clasped hands to the small of her back, holding her to me.

“I doubt I will,” she said, and a sense of longing swept through her.  Like the flicker of a candle in the wind, it was quickly extinguished and covered with the lascivious wants stirred by our closeness. 

I sighed.

“You are so sad,” she informed me, and the observation surprised me.  “You think I don’t see it, but I know you better than anyone.  I read it in your eyes, I sense it in your touch, and I feel it coming from you when you don’t know you’re projecting.  You have less control over your own emotions than you do of others; have you ever realized that?”

Her assessment was unexpected, and I spun to face her, to study her face, to understand where this was coming from.  In all our time together, her concern for me had never been as strong as it was now.  And her words…they supported my thoughts that she did indeed know me best.

I looked deeply into her fearsome scarlet eyes and tried to imagine them as a deep, rich brown.  Her skin was not the same pale white as mine, but most of its human tone was gone, leaving an other worldly version of blanched caramel.  In my mind, I pictured her as a beautiful young Mexican woman, cooking with a group of other women in a stone kitchen as the men gathered outside in the sun.  I imagined who she would have been in her human life.  I let my mind slip back to my final human memory and allowed that scene to play differently.  She would have been a lady in distress with her friends, and I, the respectable Major, would have escorted them to safety.  Perhaps then we could have found true romance.  Perhaps not.  Either way, that was how I pictured her on what would be our last night together.  Unbeknownst to Maria, this was my goodbye.

“Make me feel something different, then,” I told her, tipping her chin to capture her lips with mine.  It was the last thing either of us spoke aloud for hours.

I lifted her from the porch, and she hitched her legs around my waist willingly.  I carried her inside with ease until we reached her bedroom, where I proceeded to undress both of us without her help.  My eyes wandered over her body slowly, taking in each unchanged curve and smooth line.  I had memorized every inch of her form long ago, and it would remain in my mind for all of eternity, but this felt necessary somehow in that moment.  I knew she was studying my face, wondering why this was so slow and different from the hundreds – no,thousands – of other times we had been together, but I couldn’t tell her yet. 

I couldn’t think about Peter and his secret departure with the young female I was meant to eliminate.  There would be no way to make her understand the determined loyalty Peter felt toward his new mate, or the simple fact that the two members of the army had bonded at all.  She would surely not see how Peter would have faced her himself or ripped my arms off in order to protect his newborn lover.  More than anything, nothing would prepare Maria for the news that I had finally accepted Peter’s offer to join them in the North; that I was leaving her.

Instead, I gave her the only thing I could: one last piece of myself.

As she lay on the bed before me, I knelt at her feet, lifting her right leg and kissing a trail up to her thigh.  I moved on to the other side, kissing and swiping my tongue over her skin, which bore many crescent-shaped scars similar to mine.  I did the same to her hands, kissing each finger, nuzzling the sensitive expanse of her inner arms, and making my way to her neck.  I could not look into her eyes, but I knew she watched me.

She wound her fingers through my hair, guiding my motions as I lavished her neck, collarbone, and chest with a variety of attention from my mouth and fingers.  I traced mindless designs over her smooth stomach, feeling her body clench and react to my touch as I slowly moved closer to where she wanted me.  Hovering over her body, creating a canopy over her deceiving slim frame – small, yet so powerful – I slipped a finger inside her.  She bucked for me, wordlessly begging for more, and I gave it willingly.  I worked her until she was on the edge, then I pulled my hand away before she could stop me.  With a hard slam, I was inside her, moving and growling, sucking on her neck.

She flipped me over with a bit of force, laying her body over mine and grinding us together.  It was so close and needful, a position we had taken countless times together.  Then she stood abruptly, pulling me to my feet and mounting me once more.  I held her firm thighs against my forearms, cupping her ass in my hands so she could bounce upon me.  It was fevered and hot, and the room filled with the sounds of panting from our needless breaths.

Feeling us both nearing the edge, I focused on my climax and pulled hers into it as well.  I imagined the blissful, intoxicating sensations as a ball of energy, growing larger with each passing second.  I had honed this skill over the years with practice and experience, but the desperation in our behavior this time made it greater than any time in the past.  Knowing that I would lose control soon, I backed her into a wall with an unintentional slam.  My hands slapped flat against the vertical surface, and Maria’s legs held tighter to my waist to make up for it.  With reckless abandon, my hips beat against hers, and I forced myself deeper, like a battering ram.  I could hear plaster and brick crack and crumble, but we did not stop.  Reaching inside myself, I found the place where I held emotions and pulled that ball of ecstasy to the surface, allowing it to explode.

Maria screamed louder than I had ever heard, with a violent blend of incoherent cries and animalistic growls.  Her entire body shook and convulsed with pleasure in an orgasm that sent us crashing to the floor.  In that same moment, still linked together, her teeth sank into my shoulder, marking me for the last time.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We hadn’t stopped after that.  A brief respite was taken to recover from the most mind-blowing climax we had ever experienced, but that level of gratification induced a need for more…and more…and more.

For hours we continued.  All through the house, breaking furniture and walls, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.  It was more than a goodbye; it was a cleansing.  Finally, the day ended and nightfall came.  It was time to tend to the newborns.

We dressed, and I hesitated with my next move, completely unsure how to proceed.  This had been my life – she had been my life – for so long.  I found myself alone in my room, staring at the few material items I possessed but would have to leave behind.  I was staggered when I felt her coming into the room.

Her emotions screamed at me.  I had never felt anything like it from her.  Maria had never been attached to anyone, not even me.  There had been lust, affection, and trust, but nothing akin to attachment.  No matter what we did together or how much time we spent working and fighting side by side, it had not been like this.  She was overwhelmed by an enormous sense of sorrow, and I could tell that the foreign emotion was incredibly strange for her.  She felt as confused by all of this as I did. 

Moving to me with her natural vampire speed, she clutched my face in her hands, gripping with painful force.  “Why are you leaving me, mi cariño?  Have you not been given everything you desire?  A position at my side, the richest blood, my body whenever you wished.  Is it no longer enough?”

Her words were uncharacteristic.  Maria begged no one.  She had wanted for nothing as long as I had known her.

I remained stoic because it was the only way I knew to deal with all of it.

“You said yourself that I’ve been unhappy,” I said calmly, looking into her eyes only for a split second before glancing away.  “I cannot do this any longer.  You have been good to me.  Better than I ever expected.  But the time has come for me to move along.”

“I can give you more if that is what you seek,” she said, holding me tighter.  “Do not go.”

I shook my head in her hands, finally locking our gaze.  “I have absorbed the aggression and violence of a thousand newborns.  I have internalized the fear and agony of every human whose lives we’ve claimed.  I have felt the torture of so many others burning in their change.  I cannot stay…I cannot.”  I realized that I was still shaking my head, and I was alarmed when Maria’s emotions shifted, boiling with anger and hatred.

“I could kill you,” she growled, moving her hands to an offensive position on my head; she was prepared to tear it off.  I did not object, I did not move to defend myself, and I did not even stiffen under her hold.

“But you won’t,” I replied knowingly.

“I could never…” she whispered, turning away from me in defeat.

Her anger had subsided, but it was replaced with hurt, deep, though she tried to hide it.

“Go.  Now.  Don’t make me watch you leave.”

Her words were firm, but after all we had been through, I could not leave things unsettled.  I moved around until I faced her again, bending to place one final kiss upon her lips.

“I am sorry.”

She closed her eyes, breathing through her nose as she gathered her thoughts.  “If you ever wish to come back…”

“I know.”

With her eyes still sealed shut, I brushed the back of my fingers across her cheek and disappeared. 

That was the last time I ever saw Maria.

Not Meant To Be - Alternate Ending

 

Alternate Ending

Shameless Developments Outtake #3

Outtake #3
Alice's first lesbian experience with Rosalie (age 16)
Rosalie POV

Toxic - Outtake #1

 

Outtake #1

Timeline:  Immediately after Chapter 5 ~ Peter's birthday

Toxic - Chapter 6

 

Chapter 6

Peter POV

Toxic - Chapter 5

 

Chapter 5

Bella POV

I can remember one of my email conversations with Peter in which he complained about his bedroom furniture.  We were discussing dorm living versus apartment living, and part of that included griping about moving furniture up several flights of stairs now that we had to furnish our apartments.  He told me that his mom did not want him to take his bed and dresser from their family home since he would need it when he was in town for school breaks or other visits, so she made him take the furniture out of the guest room. According to him it was “terribly eighties” and tacky.

The morning after the first time we had sex, I begged to differ.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Peter had rolled over sometime while we were still sleeping, thus relinquishing his hold on me.  As I came to in the morning light streaming through the curtains, I molded my body against his back.  I felt so many things – satisfied, blissful, and happy, to name a few.  We had shared an incredible night that was completely worth the wait, but I still found myself eager for more.  I tried to keep my hand still and allow Peter to sleep longer, but I could not be controlled.  Somehow, I ended up holding his cock, pumping slowly until he groaned and turned toward me.

“This could only be better if you woke me up with your mouth instead,” he mumbled in a voice that was still half asleep but completely devilish.

“You pig!” I laughed, releasing him.  He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me against him.

He tickled me playfully for a few moments, but when I begged him to stop, he did.  His smile as he looked down at me was utterly breathtaking, and I was reminded of what first drew me toward him the night we met.  He was radiant.

There was kissing, touching, and teasing, and I knew that we were both grateful we had gone to bed naked.  He slid his fingers inside me after a few minutes; I was beginning to realize that he really enjoyed touching me that way.  Not that I minded.  I was happy to allow him full reign over my body now that I knew how incredible he could make me feel.

He tried to crawl on top of me, but I pushed him away.  He pouted, as if asking did I do something wrong?

I shook my head and flung my leg over his hip, lifting my body to straddle him.  “Where are those condoms?” I asked, allowing his cock to touch me briefly before I lifted myself higher.

He hissed and pointed toward the box on his table.  I pulled one out and tossed it onto his chest, which he quickly picked up and put on.  Once he was ready and holding himself up for me, I slowly slid down on him.  I smiled victoriously as his head tipped back, his mouth hanging open slightly. 

“Oh god, Bella, that’s so good.”

I moved over him as he bent his knees to provide better leverage for us and to assist his thrusts.  His hands were on my breasts immediately, and I held his wrists for support.  My eyes were locked with his in an intense gaze, but when I looked up, I gasped.

“You okay?” he panted, alarmed by the sudden sound I had just made.

“Oh fuck yes,” I smiled, not looking back at him.  I rode him harder and licked my lips as I watched our reflection in the wonderful mirror on his headboard.

He followed the line of my gaze and tilted his head awkwardly to see what I was staring at.  “Holy shit…”

“Wait…whoa, you mean you didn’t think about this before?” I asked incredulously.

“Oh gaa…that feels so good…. Bella, I couldn’t look at anything but you last night.”  He wrapped his hands around my back and pulled me down to him, kissing me hard.  Before I could object, he rolled us over and pulled out.  “Flip over, doll face,” he said, grinning widely.  I inhaled a shaky breath at the glint in his bright eyes and did as he asked.

When I was on all fours, he positioned himself on his knees and resumed thrusting into me.  I groaned loudly at the sharp, delicious angle, and we both watched our incredible sex in the oversized mirror.

I didn’t last long between the sight of his body moving in mine and the needful pounding against me.  When my climax struck me, I fell forward on my elbows but kept my head up to watch Peter’s face.  After another minute, his back arched and he gripped my hips tightly.  I smiled and nearly came again when I saw the look of ecstasy wash over him.

I whimpered when he pulled out, falling flat on the bed.  He dropped down onto my back, and his weight on me felt so good.  “I take back all the bad things I ever said about this furniture,” he said in a breathless voice.  “Un-fucking-believable.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

The mirrors in Peter’s bedroom became a very fun part of our sexual repertoire.  With the headboard of the bed on one wall and the vanity-style dresser and its large mirror on the side wall, we had a lot of fun enjoying those angles.  I had never experienced sex in front of a mirror before that morning with Peter, so it hadn’t occurred to me until it was happening. The fact that Peter hadn’t thought about it either was the tiniest bit relieving.  If he had brought anyone back to his apartment since moving in with this furniture at the beginning of the semester, I’m certain that he would have realized the benefits.

Peter’s birthday fell two days after finals, and unfortunately, that meant nearly everyone would already have gone home for Christmas break.  I was disappointed, but he insisted that we could do a big night out with all our friends when the spring semester began in January and that he would go out on his birthday with some high school friends back home.  I thought that was ridiculous considering that it was his twenty-first, and I wanted him to spend it with his closest friends, namely, me and some of the guys from the soccer team.  Eventually, I won that battle and Peter agreed to stay at the apartment for a few extra days before heading home for the holidays.  Since Jasper and I both grew up in the Seattle area, we didn’t have to go to our parents’ homes until we wanted to leave school.  Alice, however, lived in Denver, and her flight home had been booked for months, so she couldn’t stay.  Nonetheless, we were confident that it would be a great night between the three of us and a few other friends who would still be around.

With Alice gone and finals over, I spent the days between then and Peter’s birthday at his place.  We had been staying at each other’s apartments most nights now anyway, so it wasn’t too much of a change from our regular routine.  I had a great time just hanging out with the guys, making meals together, and seeing some other friends when they would stop by.

The day of his birthday, the snow was coming down hard and temperatures dropped quickly.  The news channels were calling for heavy winter storms with a lot of accumulation.  Always the optimist, I didn’t allow the weather to hinder our plans.  We opted for a bar within walking distance of Peter and Jasper’s apartment instead of the one we had planned to go to, and we offered our friends a place to crash if it got too bad.

We had dinner at home, and I was in Peter’s room getting ready when Jasper walked in. 

“Bad news, party planner,” he said with a resigned look of disappointment.  “Alec’s car won’t start, so he and Felix are out.  Marcus is already at his parents’ house, and his mom refuses to let him leave because there’s supposed to be an ice storm tonight.  That leaves, you, me, Brady, and Peter.”

I pouted immediately, but there was no use in complaining.  Nothing could be done to change the circumstances, and I refused to let that ruin Peter’s birthday.  The four of us could still go out, have a great time, and get Peter tanked.  “Well, fuck… We’re still going,” I shrugged.

“You’re not bummed?”

“Of course I am,” I started, “but we’ve never had a problem having fun, so it will still be a good time.

Peter stepped out of the bathroom a moment later in dark jeans that hung low on his hips and no shirt.  His hair glistened from the shower and the bit of gel he used to style it and he looked absolutely delicious.  For once, I was grateful that Jasper was in the room and I couldn’t jump Peter and tackle him on the bed.  There would be plenty of time for that later.

“What’s going on?” he asked, walking over to his closet and pulling out a dark blue button down shirt with white pinstripes.  “You like this one?” he asked me.

I nodded and Jasper filled Peter in on the weather situation and the guys who couldn’t make it.

“It’s cool,” he shrugged, smiling genuinely at both of us as he finished buttoning his shirt and laced his belt through the loopholes on his jeans.  “I get to hang with my two favorite people on my birthday.  That’s what counts.” 

I practically melted at the way he grinned.  I was certain that his words were sincere, and that meant more to me than anything.  He truly was happy to be with us, with me, even if our plans were pretty much a bust.  Jasper excused himself to finish getting dressed, and I turned back to the mirror on the dresser.  After tying his boots and adjusting his jeans over them, he sidled up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist while I cleared my make-up from the dresser and tucked it all back into my bag.

“You look sexy as fuck, Angel,” he murmured into my neck, tickling me with his breath.

Giggling, I turned in his grasp and tossed my arms over his shoulders.  We stood that way for a moment smiling at one another, though not speaking.

I loved just staring into his eyes.  They were blue and vibrant, a shocking contrast to his dark hair.  I had never seen blue eyes like his before.  It was so much more than the color, though.  The way he looked at me was my constant undoing.  It was a major contributing factor to the way we couldn’t seem to keep our hands – or mouths – off one another, and whenever he set his gaze on me, I was trapped.

My hand moved to the side of his face without much thought in the action.  I just liked touching him.  As my thumb traced over his lips, I asked him something that I had wondered since last year.   “Why do you call me that?  I’m hardly an angel,” I added, smirking at him playfully.

“You’re my angel,” he said softly, angling his head toward mine, pulling me tighter.  “In art and scripture, angels are supposed to be these radiant beings that are so beautiful they can’t be ignored.  They’re always doing some important work – delivering a message, guiding people, ensuring that something happens the way it’s suppose to.  I don’t know,” he smiled, scrunching his face sweetly, “that’s pretty much how I feel about you.  I can’t ignore you, can’t escape your beauty or your radiance….”

“Okay, shut up,” I said, grasping his neck and pulling his mouth to mine.  I had no idea where he came up with the sweet things he said to me, but they always left me blindsided.  We were both bull-headed at times, but that mostly fueled our sexual chemistry anymore.  The sweet stuff, though…it was always unexpected, and I was learning to take advantage of it when it occurred.  It wasn’t necessarily rare, but it wasn’t a constant thing either.  The times he slipped into what I liked to call “Sweet Pete” were special to me.

He squeezed my ass and bit my lip, ending our tender moment.  “How about a birthday quickie before we go?”

Just like that, Sweet Pete is gone and forgotten.  Not that I mind this side of him at all…

I groaned and shoved him away ineffectively, as his arms were locked tightly around me.  “Listen, I know you’re the birthday prince and all, but I am not going to skip getting you hammered on your twenty-first just to stay in bed for the rest of the night.”

“I never said we had to stay in my bed.  There’s a nice free spot on the wall over there, and my floor is looking pretty lonely, too.”

“Oh my gosh,” I huffed, rolling my eyes at him.  “You’re incorrigible.  Baby, I promise that you can have me anywhere in this room you want.  Later.  Now come on, the guys are waiting on us.”

His hands drifted to the front of my pants, which he pulled slightly as he peered down at the lacy undergarments I had bought for his birthday.  “Mmm…I just want to see my present for a minute before we go.”  After he had his fill, he lifted my shirt and admired the rest of my ensemble.  He hummed happily in approval, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples.  “I can’t wait to unwrap this.”

I laughed, guiding his hands down and righting my shirt.  We shared a brief kiss, and I finally broke it to lead us out of the bedroom.

All in all, we had a great time.  The three guys and I played pool and darts together, laughing and conversing all the while.  We made Peter drink the most ridiculous shots, but he took each one like a champ.  He was subjected to cement mixers, motor oil, and three wise men, and he even accepted a muff diver, slurping it enthusiastically as I held the glass between my legs.  I denied the whipped cream kiss after that, and he ended up planting a messy smooch on Jasper’s cheek instead.

Brady, who wasn’t much of a drinker, toughed it out with us as long as he could, but he ended up leaving the bar early, opting to walk home on the icy sidewalks while he still had control of his faculties instead of hanging around and being pressured into drinking more with the rest of us.  It was a bummer to see him go, but I felt completely at home with just Peter and Jasper.  They were my boys, and I adored them both.

I’m not exactly sure whose idea it was, but after an exciting round of darts, which I happened to win, we decided that ordering twenty shots of tequila at once to share would be a great way to finish off the night.  The bartender looked at us skeptically, but we had been tipping her well all evening, so she didn’t try to talk us out of it.  With a few beers for chasers, we rearranged some stools in a triangle near the bar and got to work.

At first, we were all doing the shots together, laughing and wincing with each one.  Peter and I licked salt off various places of each other’s bodies, which Jasper was a really good sport about.  He didn’t mention anything about being the odd man out that night, but I still felt a little guilty for flaunting our “couple antics” in his face.

After a while, the shot taking slowed and we would each take one whenever we felt up for it.  Of course, Peter was pressured into doing more than Jasper or me.  The bar was scarcely occupied, given the weather, so I didn’t mind making a fool of myself.  The alcohol helped with that anyway.  I set music on the jukebox and danced and sang to it, playing up my ridiculousness to make the boys smile.  I could tell that we had all had a fun night, even without the bigger group and nicer bar that I had planned for the celebration.  Peter thanked me at least a dozen times, kissing me frequently and whispering progressively dirtier things the later it became in the night.

Two o’clock approached, and we sat in our little cluster of barstools, slowly reducing the ridiculous number of shots that sat on the bar.  As each shot glass was emptied and pushed aside, our pile of lemons diminished as well, and salt was strewn all over the bar and floor around us.

Finally, only one shot of tequila remained.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail and handed the salt to Peter, smiling as I tipped my head to the side.  “Last one.  It’s all yours, baby.”

Shaking his head and laughing lightly, he took the salt and leaned forward to slowly lick a long, wet line from the base of my neck to my ear.  I shivered at the sensation, clutching his knees for balance as he sprinkled salt on me.

When he sat back in his stool, his look of amusement was gone.  His eyes squeezed shut tightly, and he held them closed for almost a minute.  Jasper and I looked back and forth between each other and Peter, unsure of what to do.

“Peter…are you all right?”

He took a deep breath through his nose, and his face finally relaxed.  When his eyes eventually opened, the blue I loved was obscured by the telltale signs of drunkenness; they were watery, red-rimmed, and tired.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he nodded, but then he picked his hand up and made the cutthroat gesture in front of himself.  “I’m done, though.  One more shot and I’ll be puking.”

“Ahh, come on,” Jasper goaded him, “you can handle it.”

“No way,” Peter said, smiling again.  “I know what Bella’s wearing under these clothes, and I plan to see it tonight.  You take it for me, J.”  As he spoke, he pulled my stool a little closer to his, running his hands up the outside of my thighs and past my hips.  When his fingertips brushed under my sweater to meet skin, I arched toward him.  The reaction itself was involuntary, but I couldn’t deny that I was just as drunk and horny as Peter seemed to be.

“Awesome,” Jasper teased sarcastically.  “I’ll make sure to leave the TV on tonight so I don’t have to hear the show.”

I turned toward him and rolled my eyes.  “Come on, do you know how many times I’ve endured, ‘Oh Jazzy, oh, oh oh!’?” I mocked, throwing my hand over my chest and moaning dramatically.

The guys both laughed.  Peter squeezed me teasingly, and Jasper suddenly looked ready to fire something back at me.  I stared at him and waited.

“You joke about it, but I’m sure that provided a nice little soundtrack to your diddling sessions after you read the word porn Peter sent you everyday for the first half of the semester.”

Peter laughed harder, but I gasped, my mouth hanging open in shock.  “First of all, diddle?  Where do you come up with this shit?  And we never sent…word porn!”  I choked the last two words out, half disgusted and half amused by the suggestion.

Jasper looked at me skeptically.  “Peter?”

“No comment,” he smiled, raising his hands up defensively.

I slapped his chest, but I was still smiling.  “You’re a jerk.”

Jasper laughed once more and shrugged.  “Whatever.  That was all foreplay, no matter what you two call it.”

I just shook my head at both of them, but inside I was so happy.  Even though our plans for Peter’s birthday had been a bust, I knew that we all still had a great time.  I could pretend to dislike their teasing and boyish ways, but I loved spending time with these guys.

“Okay, this portion of the conversation is officially over.  Whatever happens in our respective bedrooms is no longer open for questions or comments,” I said authoritatively.

“What about the stuff that happens outside of the bedroom?” Peter asked, winking at me.

“Or in the shower?” Jasper added.

“Enough!” I gave both of them a little shove, then tapped the bar near Peter.  “Honey, can you grab me a napkin please?  If you’re not going to take that shot, I want to wipe this salt off.”

“No wait,” he said, and I saw some unidentifiable mischief playing in his eyes.  “Jasper, you’re up,” he said, picking up the final glass of tequila and handing it to our friend.  Jasper took it in one hand and licked his other wrist, holding it out for one of us to sprinkle salt over it.

I reached for the salt shaker, but Peter grabbed my arm, stopping me.  “What?”  I asked skeptically.

“All the salt you need is right here,” he said, pulling me from my barstool and placing me on his lap facing Jasper.  “Have at it, buddy.”

“Whoa there…what are you doing?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious and nervous about this suggestion.  Peter was pretty hammered at this point, and I didn’t want anything to happen that he would regret in the morning.  But before I could say anything else, he stuck a lemon wedge in front of my lips, silently instructing me to hold it with my teeth.

I watched Jasper’s eyes as he looked over my shoulder, having some kind of silent conversation with Peter.  After a few moments, he nodded and stood from his stool to get closer.

“Don’t worry, Bella, I won’t bite,” he said in husky whisper.  His lips were so close to my ear that his breath tickled me, causing my back to stiffen against Peter’s chest.  A few seconds later, I felt his tongue on my skin.  For some reason, it felt especially hot and especially wet…and very slow.  Peter held my waist the entire time, rubbing little circles on my back with his thumbs.  Jasper’s tongue flicked over my ear before he pulled away.  It was so light that it seemed accidental, but I still had the feeling it wasn’t.  I watched Jasper quickly swallow the shot, then he was in front of me again, coming to get his lemon.  He was so close that I could smell his cologne mixed with the scent of fresh lemon below my nose, and it was a heady combination.  Instead of just taking the wedge from my mouth, he bit into it and pulled, extracting the fruit from the rind and folding his lips around it.  His lips brushed against mine, just like his tongue had on my ear, and I could feel myself breathing rapidly at the contact.

Then it was over.

Jasper smirked haughtily, chewing his lemon while Peter whooped for him.  They reached around me for a high five, and I continued to stare wide-eyed at Jasper.

What the fuck just happened?

Before I could question the situation, Peter tugged the remainder of the lemon from my lips and kissed my cheek.  “You are so damn sexy,” was all that he whispered.  The next thing I knew, he was turning me toward him, and I complied, accepting his eager kiss as we wound ourselves together. We didn’t stop until I felt a thump against Peter’s back.

“Come on, birthday boy,” Jasper said lightly.  “Let’s hit the restroom and head home since we’re done drinking.  I wouldn’t want to keep you two from your birthday sex.”

“Jealous,” I coughed, looking away and then shooting Jasper a teasing smile.  He shook his head and returned it with one of his sweet, wide grins, and I tried not to stare at his lips.  It had been one crazy, fucked up, fun night.  That’s for damn sure.

It took us quite a while to make such a short walk back to the guys’ apartment, but the trip home wasn’t without a bit of entertainment.  Being the gentlemen they are, Peter and Jasper walked on either side of me, allowing me to hook my arms through theirs.  After only a few steps, we all realized that Peter was by far the drunkest of all and needed the support more than me.  I moved him to the middle, and Jasper and I wound our arms around him, fighting to keep him on his feet with the wind, ice, and snow added to his wobbly condition.

We got Peter to his bedroom, and Jasper left the rest to me.  “Have fun, you two,” he said, turning to leave.  “Happy birthday, Pete.”

Alone at last, my horniness regained control of my body and my actions, and Peter and I worked in a frenzy to tear off each other’s clothes.  Our kissing was wild, and we knocked teeth at least three times in our rush to disrobe and devour one another.  That brought about a lot of laughter and silly conversation, but it didn’t stop us.

Peter’s pants were tossed to one side of the room and I think mine ended up on the other.  My sweater knocked over the reading lamp, but we didn’t bother to pick it up.  Before long, Peter was naked, sitting on the floor for some reason, and I was standing over him in my lacy lingerie and one sock.

“Gimme,” he said, reaching for my leg and grinning up at me.  I held out my foot unsteadily as he tugged off my sock and discarded it.  When he beckoned me down to him, I refused, curling my finger in a come hither gesture.

“You want to unwrap your last present, big boy?” I teased with a sway of my hips.

“Fuck.  Yes.”

I smiled mischievously and moved away from him.  “Then you’d better come get me!”  With that, I darted across the room, and I heard Peter scramble to stand behind me.

He chased me around the room, over the bed, and back toward his dresser until I was trapped.  I hoped to God that Jasper had put on the television as he said he would because our laughter and my shrieks were far too loud to be mindful of a roommate.

“Gotcha!” Peter proclaimed, pinning me to the wall.  I wrapped my arms around him without a fight any longer, and we resumed kissing.  The pace was slower this time, but still hard and desperate.  His hands slid up my spine, leaving goose bumps across my flesh as he moved toward my bra clasp.  He guided it over my arms to discard it, dipping down to kiss the swell of my breasts and work his way lower.

“I like this present,” he said as I clutched his hair between my fingers.  “Two for the price of one.”

I laughed at him, lightly smacking his shoulder in response.

My bottoms were then pushed down, and I shimmied to allow them to fall down my legs, kicking them off when they reached my ankles.  Peter’s hands found my ass then, and I jumped up to straddle his waist.

“Are you having a good birthday?” I asked as his fingers angled to tease me.  He wobbled, and I became nervous about this position while we were both so hammered.  I didn’t mind the fumbling drunken sex, but I didn’t want to get hurt unnecessarily.

“So good…” he murmured, moving to position himself to enter me.

We both had a moment of realization at the same time.

“Baby, wait-“

“Fuck…condom.”

I unwound my legs and dropped them to the floor carefully so that he could retrieve what we needed.  I moved to follow him toward the bed, but he told me to stay put.  He rolled the rubber on, tossing the wrapper haphazardly to the floor, and then he came back.

“I want to get a good look at my present while I play.”  He spoke directly into my ear, his voice gravely and brimming with sex.  He led me to his dresser and spun me around so that we were both facing the mirror.

He seemed to tower over me as I smiled at his reflection.  His body was tall and broad compared to mine, and I loved how he looked like he could wrap himself around me like a warm, comforting blanket.  His eyes showed no interest in being cozy at the moment, though.

“Hands on the dresser.”

I did as I was told, and he immediately pushed my legs apart, rubbing himself against me.  After spreading my arousal enough for easy entrance, he slid into me, filling me in the most amazing way from his position.  He had to bend his knees, and I found myself naturally standing on my tiptoes and pushing back toward him to make up for the height difference, but we made it work somehow.

“God, you feel so good, Angel,” he growled, sucking my shoulder and digging his fingers in my hips.  I accepted each of his thrusts with an uncontrollable, high pitched cry, slurring his name and other terms of endearment at he drove us both to our peaks.

Watching our display in the mirror made the moment so much more intense.  Peter’s brow was furrowed in concentration, and when he wasn’t kissing me, his mouth hung open, emitting his own moans and grunts.  His hands were everywhere, always grabbing and angling to make it better, however he could.

I leaned forward, laying my forearms and head against the dresser when I couldn’t take any more.  I was practically screaming for him, and when he hit the right spot with just the right amount of pressure, I arched my back and held my breath until my body relaxed enough to regain my compose.

Peter pulled me back up so that I could watch us once more.  “I love seeing you fall apart like that,” he said.  I lifted one hand over my head, grasping the back of his neck to keep him close to me.  His face grew hard and focused a few minutes later, and I watched in awe and pleasure as he pounded me harder, seeking his own release.  He slid his hand to where we met, rapidly stroking my clit as he mumbled about coming soon.

His entire body when rigid, and he squeezed one of my breast hard as the other hand continued to assault my sensitive nerves.  That was all it took for the pressure to spike again, sending me toppling against the dresser once more.

He collapsed on my back as he had a tendency of doing when we were in similar postions, and for several minutes we stayed that way, still connected as we leaned on the dresser panting to catch our breath.  I sighed when he stood and slipped out of me.  A few minutes later, we were settled for bed, and we curled up close to one another.

“Happy birthday, honey bunny,” I whispered into his chest.

He held me tighter and kissed the top of my head.  “Best one ever.”

“I’m glad.  Good night.”

“Good night.”

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