fall face forward
fall face forward
jasper/bella. r. 426.
He doesn't ask for her permission; he takes. He knows her moods better than his own.
first fic after my very long disappearance. i don't know why this was so easy to write. am i secretly a jasper/bella shipper? WHO KNOWS. inspired by supermars of course.
"I am just as careful as he," the vampire whispers in her ear. Then he kisses it, a tiny flutter along the tip, and she shivers.
"I can handle a little taste."
---
He doesn't ask for her permission; he takes. He knows her moods better than his own.
Nonononono god yes.
Sometimes she misses the hovering, misses hearing "Are you okay?" just as often as "I love you." Most of the time, though, she's sick of being treated like a porcelain doll.
Too late comes the realization: she is one.
---
"Every month," he whispers in wonder, like it's some kind of miracle. A gift to all vampires from the heavens.
"Yeah," she mutters. Nervous.
She blinks and his face is between her legs (clothing already gone). His motions rock her insides, and she almost can't feel the burn of the venom.
It disappears, fizzling out before doing any real damage, and the tiny stinging pain makes everything better.
---
Edward smells her all over him. He grinds his teeth almost too hard.
It must be what she wants, isn't it?
---
"I'm not gentle," he says flatly. "I'll break you."
She hides a grin of triumph. She would have followed through if he'd agreed, but this... this proves he might actually care about her.
He narrows his eyes, tasting the air. "Don't hope. I'm not worth it."
---
He breaks her arm, one day.
He is just resting his hand against it, feeling the smooth skin and the hint of muscle underneath. She moves away and he grabs at her forearm, not quite done with his inspection. Not quite done examining all the veins.
He feels the snap before he hears it. She sucks in a breath and doesn't cry, face glowing white.
Edward rushes in, then. Glares at his brother. Wraps his arms gently around Bella and lifts her, like a baby.
"That's enough, don't you think?" Edward hisses, and leaves the room.
---
Jasper looks at his hands. They are large, with wide palms and long fingers. Weapons.
He thinks back to all the times he could have killed her. It's easy to envision now. He could have snapped her neck; he could have sucked her dry.
---
With crimson eyes and granite skin she comes to him. "You can't break me anymore," she says.
While he's inside her, he leans in close and smells the skin of her neck. Delicious, but now more than ever it's a treat he can't have.
He licks her collarbone, but it isn't the same.
*
jasper/bella. r. 426.
He doesn't ask for her permission; he takes. He knows her moods better than his own.
first fic after my very long disappearance. i don't know why this was so easy to write. am i secretly a jasper/bella shipper? WHO KNOWS. inspired by supermars of course.
"I am just as careful as he," the vampire whispers in her ear. Then he kisses it, a tiny flutter along the tip, and she shivers.
"I can handle a little taste."
---
He doesn't ask for her permission; he takes. He knows her moods better than his own.
Nonononono god yes.
Sometimes she misses the hovering, misses hearing "Are you okay?" just as often as "I love you." Most of the time, though, she's sick of being treated like a porcelain doll.
Too late comes the realization: she is one.
---
"Every month," he whispers in wonder, like it's some kind of miracle. A gift to all vampires from the heavens.
"Yeah," she mutters. Nervous.
She blinks and his face is between her legs (clothing already gone). His motions rock her insides, and she almost can't feel the burn of the venom.
It disappears, fizzling out before doing any real damage, and the tiny stinging pain makes everything better.
---
Edward smells her all over him. He grinds his teeth almost too hard.
It must be what she wants, isn't it?
---
"I'm not gentle," he says flatly. "I'll break you."
She hides a grin of triumph. She would have followed through if he'd agreed, but this... this proves he might actually care about her.
He narrows his eyes, tasting the air. "Don't hope. I'm not worth it."
---
He breaks her arm, one day.
He is just resting his hand against it, feeling the smooth skin and the hint of muscle underneath. She moves away and he grabs at her forearm, not quite done with his inspection. Not quite done examining all the veins.
He feels the snap before he hears it. She sucks in a breath and doesn't cry, face glowing white.
Edward rushes in, then. Glares at his brother. Wraps his arms gently around Bella and lifts her, like a baby.
"That's enough, don't you think?" Edward hisses, and leaves the room.
---
Jasper looks at his hands. They are large, with wide palms and long fingers. Weapons.
He thinks back to all the times he could have killed her. It's easy to envision now. He could have snapped her neck; he could have sucked her dry.
---
With crimson eyes and granite skin she comes to him. "You can't break me anymore," she says.
While he's inside her, he leans in close and smells the skin of her neck. Delicious, but now more than ever it's a treat he can't have.
He licks her collarbone, but it isn't the same.
*