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My blood singer and I have been going out on and off for the last year, around the same time that Edward had found Bella. I have always been so scared to get close to her, to kiss her, to hold her, because her blood is so tempting to me. We see each other daily, and I can tell in her y/e/c eyes that she longs for so much more from me. I can feel her longing in her feelings, and it cuts me deeply being unable to control myself. As soon as I can smell her blood in the open, I am so scared to even get near her.
As she stands in my room, I cannot help the wandering thought of wanting to hold her in my arms…
Jasper cursed his lingering thoughts as his gaze lingered upon her , the girlfriend he hadn’t thought he would have for as long as he had. Her blood sang to him as much as her soft curves, the way her y/h/c locks fell so delicately around her face. After a year, he thought just maybe he would have gotten used to the dangerous draw to her blood and yet, he still thought of it every moment the two lingered together.
She hadn't reminded him of anyone else but her .
She was far too pure to love a monster and yet she had so fervently she would never let him forget.
He cringed as the breeze caught her scent just right, throwing it more into his face as he watched her. Amber eyes attempted to focus on the way she turned the knob to his surround sound, the subtle smile that lingered upon her lips. She threw on her favorite song, swayed a little bit before her gaze moved to Jasper.
She had a way of looking at him as if he were the only man in the world and no matter how much he craved her scent -- craved her blood -- he could not help the way her gaze melted him. With an outstretched hand, she beckoned him over, her hips swaying so gently to the music. The way he stood there dumbfounded hadn't deterred her at all, the depths of her gaze reflecting that love she spoke to such lengths of.
“Ma'am,” his southern drawl poured from his lips as his lips curled. She had been far too much of a temptation for him to pass up, every aching urge in his body quelled solely from his steadfast will. He didn't have a hat, but he still tipped it down, a force of habit from back in his lifetime. “What is it you reckon you're doin’ to me?” Though he struggled with that lingering urge, his tone held some playful teasing.
Maybe he wanted to hesitate in the beginning, but he still took his girlfriend's hand, swaying along to the beat of the music with her. He spun her around and tried his hardest not to breathe in the scent of her blood. Even as he dipped her, he attempted to ignore the nagging sensation.
“Well, I'll be…” he breathed out finally, not a breath he needed, but one that drew her in as he stared lovingly into her eyes. “Darlin’...I wasn't sure I could fall for you more, but I do. Every day.”
He was supposed to scare her away and that was exactly what his family warned him to do. So worried he would kill her, they would remind him often how reckless it was for the two of them to be together, and yet…he could never bring himself to it.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he reveled in the soft, plush feeling of her skin. Unlike him, she had been warm, inviting. With a sweet smile, she tugged him into her lips to steal a chaste kiss.
“You make me so happy,” she whispered to him as the song ended. “I've never been this happy, Jas…”
“I'm just doin’ my job,” he hummed cheekily, though he could not help staring. The song may have ended, but for him, he stood there holding her as if she were the last thing keeping him standing. He held her like the priceless jewel she had been.
“You’re staring at me like that again,” she teased him. “Do you smell something you like?”
He whispered in her ear, “You know I do, darlin’, but I’m just starin’ at the most beautiful girl in the world.” Her joke was cruel, a struggle that she knew he possessed, but something about her tone made it seem so light. It was like there had been no danger at all.
Her face turned, what seemed to be, a million shades of red. Amber eyes stared in a way that they could have stared for days -- forever if he found it fit. The woman in his arms had him wrapped tight around his finger and he had nearly forgotten his craving.
She whispered in return, “You’re too sweet. I swear, you have a heart beating in that chest of yours, and a soul behind it. Deny it all you want, but you do.” She gave him a peck on the cheek before running a finger through his hair and smiled brighter, if such a feat had been possible.
He chuckled softly at her words, but the grin stretched across his lips had shown just how fond he had been of those words.
“Let me take you somewhere,” he whispered in her ear, and she eagerly agreed with a nod.
She knew where it was headed, and yet, she still awaited the way that he motioned to her after opening the window wide. With caution, she climbed upon his back, wrapped her arms around him. Her grasp couldn't be tighter, but it wouldn't have hurt him even if it had been.
“Ready, Jas,” she spoke softly in his ear and her tone itself held her smile.
“Hold on nice and tight, y'hear,” he reminded her nonetheless as he brushed his fingertips over her exposed calves.
No one would be able to bother them up on that tall branch miles away, and he took her close to the top of the tree that they were on, setted her down on a stable branch with him. Blissfully unaware of the steadfast gaze that lingered on her, her eyes trailed in awe over the treetops, evergreen as far as the eye could see. Rolling hills varied their size, and it hadn't mattered how many times he took her to that spot. She would always seem to have that same awe-struck gaze, drinking in the beauty of nature. It had been a spot the Cullens hunted, a buck scent about a quarter mile to their left. He knew it well, though he kept a steady eye on her as the two stood, her leaned slightly against the base of the tree.
“The view is amazing,” she spoke finally.
He laughed lightly at her childish excitement. “The best view is right here in front of me,” he whispered to her sweetly, causing her to blush wildly and almost lose balance. He caught her before she had time to slip, and propped her a little more comfortably on the branch.
Neither had been sure how much time had passed as they sat in that tree, simply enthralled in one another's company. Eventually, she asked that question that had surely been lingering on her mind since they had experienced that view. “You’re not going to disappear on me again, are you?” she asked. Her voice had not held the trepidation that she had felt, but Jasper could feel it.
He tightened his jaw as another breeze blew the intoxicating scent of her blood to him. Still, he took his hand and placed it on her chin. His voice had been light upon the breeze as he gave her a no ma'am , though it hadn't been out of mind entirely. He played such a dangerous game while she was human, his blood singer so close within reach. Humans were fragile and there had been no getting around that. With a gentle thumb, he traced her jawline.
“I want to hear you promise,” she pressed, and sometimes the vampire wondered if she had been a mind reader.
“You have my word, darlin’,” he whispered, before he gave her a kiss upon her cheek. “Have you thought about - you know…”
“Being with you forever,” she finished his question with a statement and offered him a smile.
“Yeah, darlin’, marryin’ me,” he said with a little hope in his voice.
She laughed, as if what he asked was the most ludicrous thing in the world. “Marrying you?” she asked teasingly. “Of course I want to marry you, Jasper.” She took her hand and lightly traced his arm with her fingertips. “You obviously know my stipulation to that, though.”
“I know, darlin’,” he said with a light sigh. He hadn't had the faith in himself to change her safely, to bite and only turn, not drain. Her blood had intoxicated her in a way no other human had been capable of, and the sheer thought to put that weight on his shoulders and do it for her himself had been something that filled him with worry. Still, she hadn't wanted Edward, Esme, Rosalie, Carlsile to be the one to do it. It had to be him or not at all. He was willing to accept that. With those sweet eyes on him, he knew he had to.
Her eyes solidify her faith in him, and she gave him a chaste, reassuring kiss as if to say I know you can .
“I promise, I’ll do it for ya’, darlin’,” Jasper continued, more confident in his southern drawl despite his conflicted thoughts.