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Imprint - Chapter 4/18 - Relinquish

Title:  Imprint 

Pairing:  Paul/Emmett

Genre:  OCC, Angst, Violence, Romance

Summary:  Paul has a secret. He has imprinted, and nothing in the world could seem worse to him, except, maybe, for the pack finding out.  Will he be able to escape and be with the one person in the world that has captured his heart and soul or will they be destroyed? Slash. 
Rating:  M
Disclaimer
: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author.  The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.  No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N:  Thank you to BbEyedGirl for being my wonderful beta on this story.

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Sam was staring at the wolves, seeming to contemplate what to do next.  Sensing Edward stiffen next to me, I was immediately on alert.  Turning toward us with his composure intact, he spoke with the alpha authority that we had heard multiple times in our dealings with the pack.

“Carlisle, we are going to take Paul home.  He needs to heal and he needs his pack.  Take your family and leave.  You may outnumber us here now, but don’t doubt that we will fight to the death and we will take some of you with us as well.” He proclaimed while standing to his full human height.  Brady and Embry, still in their wolf form, bristled behind him and hovered over Paul.

“Sam, you cannot separate a wolf from his imprint.  You know what that will do to him.  He may die.  Do you really want his death on you conscience?  He needs to be with Emmett.  We can take him with us and I can tend to his wounds. There need be no more violence here or ever again.  Let us take him with us,” Carlisle pleaded in an attempt once again to reason with Sam.

“NO,” Sam shouted at Carlisle.  “Take your family and go.”

Carlisle turned to me with remorse in his eyes.  Turning back to Sam and then back to me again, he spoke softly, “Emmett, let us go and let this situation calm down a bit.  We can get in contact with Paul or Sam in a few days.” Carlisle made eye contact with Edward, and Edward nodded in agreement.

“Please,” I whispered, “Don’t make me leave here without him. Not when he is dying.  How do we know that they are not going to kill him when we leave? I don’t think I can stand it, Carlisle.  Please,” I begged to him.

My heart was breaking with the thought of leaving him when he was unconscious and near death.  After losing Rosalie during the fight with the newborn army, I never thought I would find another that filled my heart and soul.  All those years that she and I were together, we thought we were true mates.  To my relief, I was glad that she never found out we were not.  It would have devastated her.

If I were to lose Paul now, after finding my one true mate, I don’t think that I could survive it.  Focusing beyond the sadness that was overtaking me, I realized that I would have to trust Carlisle and leave without him.  Edward and Jasper were attempting to ease me away from the wolves, so I gave Carlisle a weak nod in acceptance.  He pursed his lips and gave me a quick nod in understanding.  The decision was made.  I would leave here without my heart, my soul and my mate.

 

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Imprint - Chapter 3/18 - Reason

Title:  Imprint 

Pairing:  Paul/Emmett

Genre:  OCC, Angst, Violence, Romance

Summary:  Paul has a secret. He has imprinted, and nothing in the world could seem worse to him, except, maybe, for the pack finding out.  Will he be able to escape and be with the one person in the world that has captured his heart and soul or will they be destroyed? Slash. 
Rating:  M
Disclaimer
: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author.  The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.  No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N:  Thank you to BbEyedGirl for being my wonderful beta on this story.

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Sam ran in his wolf form and stood between us and the remaining wolves.  With hatred in his eyes, he crouched down in an attack pose and growled menacingly.

“He says for us to leave and never come back again,” Edward repeated from what he read in Sam’s mind.

“What?  Hell no.  Let me go so that I can rip his head off like I did that other dog,” I responded with an evil smile.  My mate had been injured, maybe even mortally wounded, and he had the nerve to tell me to leave.  “Phase back and talk to me like a man,” I provoked.

Phasing back into his human form but keeping his distance from us, he glanced back and forth between Paul, Brady, Embry and us.  “Stay where you are, leaches,” Sam pointed at us and all but spat his words while Edward and Jasper kept me from tearing him limb from limb.  Carlisle approached from behind us and held out his hands in supplication.

“Sam.  We don’t want anyone else to get hurt.  Emmett and Paul are mates and from what Emmett has told me, Paul has imprinted on him.  I know the pack takes an imprinting very seriously and usually protects the bond at all costs.  Am I wrong about this?,” Carlisle questioned, attempting to reason with him.

While Sam was absorbing what Carlisle had said, I couldn’t take my eyes off of Paul.  He lay in the leaves and dirt, breathing in slow, shallow breaths.  The flesh of his shoulder was torn and bleeding and his heartbeat, while quiet and steady, was beating rapidly.  Too rapidly.  He was losing a great deal of blood.  Anger rose again from my chest, and I felt another growl begin.  Edward and Jasper held onto me tighter as I tried to figure out how to escape from them and shred those dogs to pieces.  I had never know such rage in my entire existence.

Edward leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Sam is wavering.  He doesn’t know what to do.  He knows that he shouldn’t separate a wolf from it’s imprint, but his hatred toward us is making him doubt his decision right now.”

Deciding that maybe Carlisle’s approach would work better, I calmed my mind and relaxed my pose.  Edward and Jasper continued to hold me tight, not trusting that I wasn’t lulling them into a false sense of calm while preparing for another attack.  Looking back to my mate, my long silent heart seemed to shatter in my chest.  What would I do now if I lost him too?  How would I survive an eternity without my mate?  My head was beginning to spin with the very thought of Paul not surviving this ordeal.   Steadying my courage, I decided that I would do anything in my power to save him, to be with him,  even if it meant humbling myself to his pack alpha.  If that’s what I had to do, then that is what has to be done.

 
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Imprint Chapter 2/18 - Rage

Title:  Imprint 

Pairing:  Paul/Emmett

Genre:  OCC, Angst, Violence, Romance

Summary:  Paul has a secret. He has imprinted, and nothing in the world could seem worse to him, except, maybe, for the pack finding out.  Will he be able to escape and be with the one person in the world that has captured his heart and soul or will they be destroyed? Slash. 
Rating:  M
Disclaimer
: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author.  The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.  No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N:  Thank you to BbEyedGirl for being my wonderful beta on this story.

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Hearing my mate scream my name in terror jolted me from my attack-induced haze. Sam and Jared had me pinned to the ground, growling and snapping.  Jared was attempting to tear out my throat while Sam held me down with his massive paws.  We turned enough in our struggle so that I could see Embry and Brady take down Paul.  A growl from deep in my gut exploded with such force that I startled the wolves hovering over me.  Taking advantage of their hesitation, I shifted under them and caught Sam off balance.  Grabbing him with my right hand, I threw him towards the forest.  He landed with a yelp and slid into a tree, crushing it under his weight.  

Glancing back to Paul, I saw Brady latch onto his shoulder with his razor-sharp teeth and attempt to tear it from his body.  Wondering why he hadn’t phased to fight back, I realized that I couldn’t hear his heartbeat, a heartbeat that I cherished more than any other sound in the world.  “Oh God, no. Paul.” I sobbed.  

My vision turned red, my hatred erupted from every fiber of my being for these “brothers” of his.  Not realizing what I was doing and with only the instinct to save my mate to guide me, I caught Jared’s jaws in my hands and pulled with all my might.  The agonized sound that came from him shook the trees, and he went limp in my arms.  Standing up, I tossed his corpse to the ground, not feeling one ounce of remorse as I started toward my mate and his attackers.

Charging towards Paul, I attempted to push down the fear growing in my heart. Death and destruction were my only objectives at this point.  A few yards before I reached my intended targets, I felt several stone-hard bodies collide with me, with arms holding me like vices.

“Wait, Emmett.  Calm down first,” a soothing voice whispered in my ear.

Snapping at the speaker and wrenching at the arms holding me, I didn’t recognize Carlisle, Jasper, and Edward through my rage and fear.  My only objective was revenge for the loss of my mate.  My distress was escalating to a combustive point, threatening to shatter my very being, as they stood between me and those who would pay for taking my mate from me.  

Trying to free myself, I all but growled, “Let me go.  Now.  Let me...  they’ve murdered him, Carlisle.  I’ll kill them all.”  

“Wait. Listen.” Carlisle spoke with his soft authority.  He always had a calming presence.  It was at that time that I realized Jasper was using his gift on me.  Turning, I snapped at him, trying to make him stop.  

“Carlisle.” I bellowed.  The anguish that pierced my chest was more than I could endure.  At that point, I wished Sam and Jared would have finished me.

“Listen,” he implored, and I did and heard the most beautiful sound in the world.  My mate’s quiet heartbeat.

 

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Lick

Title:  Lick

Pairing:  Edward/Jasper

Genre:  OCC, Romance, Family

Summary:  While his husband sleeps, Edward decides to worship his body. Slash E/J Oneshot written for jagr9563's birthday. Slash. 

Word Count:  1,104

Rating:  M

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author.  The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.  No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N:  I wanted to wish you a very Happy Birthday and say thank you for everything you do for me. You are absolutely, without a doubt, my bestie, and I wanted you to know that. I wrote this little E/J oneshot for your birthday present. NYC can't get here soon enough so that I can finally grab a hold of you and squeeze ya. (P.S. I am still so freakin excited about going) Anyway, here is your present, and I hope you have a wonderful day today. :-) Oh, and thank you so very much BbEyedGirl for your emergency beta'ing services(yes, I am a big ole slacker-lol).

 

 


Gazing at him across the bed, I could just make out his smooth, tan skin in the semi-darkness.  The moonlight streaming in from the window across the room bathed him in a soft light making him glow like the angel he is.  With his back facing me, I could see the wings-of-the-bird tatt spread across his shoulder and wrapping around his upper back.  Reaching for him, I gently traced along the black tattoo that ran up his arm and across his shoulder.  Nearly every inch of his skin was covered in black tattoos, ranging from tribal designs to collages like snapshots of his life and our lives together.  

He had tatts from his early, troubled and rebellious teens to ones representing me and our children.  I cherished every single one of them, as well as the man who wears them proudly like a shield against the demons he thinks dwell within him.  He is perfect....from his shaggy, blond hair to his large uncut cock, that I intended to worship tonight.

Shifting in the bed, I tried to move without waking him.  This was my time to simply look and touch him without interruption.  He never approved when I attempted to worship him in any way.  He doesn’t think he is worthy.  He simply does not see himself clearly.  He doesn’t see the man who means everything to me.  My husband who is the most wonderful father to our children.  The son who cares for his elderly parents.  The uncle who dotes on his nieces and nephews like they were his own children.  No, he doesn’t see himself clearly at all.

Leaning across the bed, I slowly traced the wing on his shoulder with my tongue, leaving a shimmering trail across his skin.  Blowing softly on the skin that I just traced, I watched the skin quiver beneath the tattoo.  Following the tatt down his arm, I continued to lick and nibble until I reach as far as I can with him in this position.  Running my hand up his arm, I pulled slightly on his shoulder to roll him onto his back, giving me more access to his body.  He sighed softly and rolled as I wanted until he was splayed out before me.  Raising his arms above his head, he stretched his limbs so that they were open and inviting.  Smiling to myself, I thought about how embarrassed he would be if he knew what I was doing.  

Watching his face for any signs that he might be waking, I shifted and positioned myself between his legs.  Hearing him settle into his light snore signifying that he was deeply asleep, I dropped my gaze to his wide chest and shoulders. He had the body of a swimmer, with his wide-set upper body and slim waist and hips.  

Once again reaching forward, I traced his chest tattoos lightly with my finger tips.  His chest was where he chose to place the tatts representing me and our children.  “Close to his heart,” he would say.  These were by far my favorites. My fingers kept their path across his chest, circling his nipples and continuing down his torso.  As I outlined the dips and curves of his defined abs, I noticed his cock hardening and seeking attention.

Grinning to myself, I decided to wake him up the best way I knew how.  Grasping the heavy weight of his cock in my hand, I slowly stroked until he was fully erect.  Moaning in his sleep, Jasper reached down and ran his hands along his stomach to his thighs.  Knowing that he would wake at any moment, I plunged my mouth down around his erection until the head of his cock met the back of my throat.  Relaxing my muscles, I opened my throat wider and pushed my head down to where my lips met the base of his erection.  Swallowing around his head, I hummed in pleasure.  I loved giving him this.  It was as much pleasure for me as it was for him.  

He moaned in response and his hands grabbed my hair as I rose, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking with everything I had.  Dipping the tip of my tongue into his slit to gather the pre-cum that had leaked, I tasted him and he was, as always, delicious.  Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I could make out his wide, blue eyes dazedly staring back at me.

“Edward? What....uh...what are you doing?” he breathed out as I plunged down onto him again.

Groaning around his dick, I sped to a pace that I knew would allow him to come.  He was panting and pulling my hair almost to the point of pain.  I loved it.  Reaching down with my left hand, I rolled his balls in my hand and trailed my fingers to the soft skin behind them.

Before I could go any further, Jasper bucked his hips, driving his cock deeper in my throat while pulling my head down. I released my hands and placed them on his thighs as he fucked my face with powerful, deep thrusts.  He knew that I loved it when he did this just as much as he did.

“Oh.  Oh God.  Uh.  Edward, I’m coming,” he grunted with a hold on my hair so painful tears came to my eyes.  His orgasm burst from him, and I swallowed as fast as I could, not letting a drop spill.  After what seemed like minutes, he released my hair and massaged my scalp like he always did following the rough treatment.  He panted as I rested my head against his thigh, allowing his softened cock to slip from my mouth.  

He sat up and slightly tugged on my shoulders, indicating that he wanted me to come up to him.  Resisting, I licked him once more, feeling his dick twitch under my tongue as I traced my way back up to his mouth.  Kissing him with all the love and affection I held for him, I stretched my body out along his, grinding my erection against his stomach.  He moaned into my mouth and hugged me to him.  I could feel his love surround me, and I was the happiest man alive.
Leaning up to stare into his eyes, I noticed that he was wearing the dimpled grin that had caught my eye all those years ago.  Knowing that look and that it meant he was up to something, I asked him with a chuckle, “What?”

He whispered with a smile that seemed to light up the darkened room, “Oh you know what.  It’s my turn to lick.”


Imprint - Chapter 1/18 - Run

Title:  Imprint 

Pairing:  Paul/Emmett

Genre:  OCC, Angst, Violence, Romance

Summary:  Paul has a secret. He has imprinted, and nothing in the world could seem worse to him, except, maybe, for the pack finding out.  Will he be able to escape and be with the one person in the world that has captured his heart and soul or will they be destroyed? Slash. 
Rating:  M
Disclaimer
: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author.  The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.  No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N:  Thank you to BbEyedGirl for being my wonderful beta on this story.

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Knowing we were out of time, I rushed through the woods to him.  I had always felt that imprinting would be a nightmare, a curse.  At first, I thought it was and I tried so hard to resist him, but I didn’t have the strength to stay away.  Of all the people in the world I could have imprinted on, it had to be a leech.  That was how I thought of his kind, blood sucking leeches, all of them, except for him. I knew that it didn’t make sense, but nothing made sense to me anymore.  He had become the center of my universe.  Everything I was and will ever be belongs to him.

Hiding this from the pack was difficult.  Sam and the rest of the surviving members of the Quileute pack did not have a clue until this morning.  It was a stupid mental slip in my thoughts and Sam heard it.  I had not seen him in days, and I could not contain my agitation at being separated.  The stress and anxiety finally won and in a moment of weakness my secret was revealed to Sam.  Concentrating on escaping and racing to him, I chose to block the packs thoughts.  I knew they were attempting to contact me and were at this very moment tracking me.  My only hope was to make it to him before I was caught.

After the disastrous battle with the newborn army, we lost Jacob, Leah and Quil.  The Cullens had lost Rosalie and Esme.  The backlash from the battle we narrowly won was the dissolution of the treaty with the Cullens.  Afterward, they moved up to Seattle to mourn and distance themselves from us.  What everyone hadn’t known, not even my imprint himself, was that I had already imprinted on him months before.  The distance proved to be unbearable for me and I had gone to him.

Racing through the dense forest undercover, I came across his trail and followed it.  As I closed in on him, my heart started to race and the nervous butterflies invaded my stomach.  It was like this every time we met.  I couldn’t get enough of him.

His scent became stronger, and I knew he was close.  Hearing me approach he was waiting with open arms.  Phasing and rushing to him, he enveloped me in his strong arms and crushed me to him.

“Paul,” he murmured as he buried his nose in my hair and breathed deeply.  “Are you okay?  What’s going on?”

“I screwed up.  The pack knows about us.  They’re on their way.   We have little time.”  I spoke quickly.

“Alright, let’s go.  I have a boat ready in Seattle.  No one will be able to track us.”  He replied releasing me.

At that moment, the pack burst through the trees and rushed us.  My last vision before losing consciousness was Sam and Jared taking him down.

As my world collapsed, I screamed out to him, “Emmett!” And everything faded to black.

 

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Short Stories/Drabbles all Edward/Jasper

Title:  Alone

Pairing:  Edward/Jasper

Genre:  OCC, Angst

Summary:  Edward feels alone in the world.  Can he overcome his depression and loneliness or will he succumb to it? Slash. 

Word Count:  498

Rating:  M
Disclaimer
: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author.  The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.  No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N:  Thank you to BbEyedGirl for being my wonderful beta on these Quickie Contest fics.

 

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I am alone.  I’m not sure how that can be whilst surrounded by people day in and day out.  People who always want something from me, but do not want me.  I’m invisible to them all.  Days go by and they don’t even realize that they haven’t seen or heard from me.  I can just disappear completely and no one will notice.  Maybe that’s what I’ll do.  Disappear.  Then they’ll not have to expend the energy to ignore me anymore.  Maybe a fresh start is what I need right now.  Just purge myself of all the life-sucking parasites in my life.  Start over somewhere else where no one will know or judge me.  No one will blame me for events I have no part in or tell lies about me for their own survival.  I don’t think that will even work.  It will not matter where I go or with whom I associate.  The result will be the same.

I will be alone, utterly and heartbreakingly alone.

Neglected and rejected, that is what I am right now.  These people I am amidst go about their daily lives stressing over the little things like they are the end of the world.  I have no world anymore.  There is no one who is here to love me and tell me that everything will be all right.  No one to wipe my tears. No one to embrace me and surround me with their love.  Anyone who will love and comfort me is gone, dead for years now.  

This black abyss I’m in is like quicksand sucking me under.  I barely keep my head above water, and I feel that I cannot endure one more hurtful, insensitive action perpetrated against me.  I’m simply unable to cope with this pain.  This is it.  The end is coming and I feel it like death’s cold hand grasping for me in the dark.  “No one will notice.” I tell myself.  All I have to do is take these pills and it will be over.  I will no longer be a burden to anyone, not even myself, ever again.  Pausing, I wonder if I’m wrong.  Will someone miss me?  Is there someone out there that will mourn my passing?  No one has ever come to visit me at my apartment.  I think all it would take is one person to exhibit some interest in my life.  Someone to show me the tiniest amount of compassion and love.

I realize that there is no such person.  I bring the pills up to my mouth and finally find the courage to end it all.  

Knock.  Knock. Knock.  Turning my head to the door, the hope that I think is long dead springs to life in my chest.

“Edward?  It’s Jasper.  Umm.... from down the hall.” He calls out through my locked door.

With a tiny smile I place the pills back in the bottle and rise to answer the door.  Maybe that one person does exist after all.

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Short Stories/Drabbles all Edward/Jasper

Title:  Domestic Violence         

Pairing:  Jasper

Genre:  AU, AH, Angst
Summary
:  Warning:  Domestic Violence.  Jasper has endured years of abuse by his lover.  What will it take for him to break free and finally go to the one man who truly loves him and makes him feel at home? Slash.

Word Count:  500

Rating:  M
Disclaimer
: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author.  The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.  No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N:  Thank you to BbEyedGirl for being my wonderful beta on these Quickie Contest fics.

 

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The feel of his fist connecting with my cheekbone is indescribable.  The pain radiates through my eye to the back of my head.  The force of the blow whips my head back.  My eye is throbbing as he hits me again and again until I fall to the floor.  Throwing my hands up, I try to protect my face, but he is kicking me in the stomach now.  How many times am I going to have to live with this fear and abuse before I decide it’s enough?  

There is someone who loves me and will never hurt me.  He tells me this every time I run to him after James has beaten me.  I try to push myself up.  He’s across the room from me, breathing heavily and staring at me with such contempt.  As I stand, I look him in the eye and decide that now is the time.  I’m not going to take it anymore.  He storms toward me to deliver his next blow, hissing profanities.  Dodging, I grab his fist.

“NO!! No more. That’s enough.  It’s over, James.  You’re not doing this to me anymore!” I shout at him.

“What do you mean it’s over?  It’ll never be over.  You’re not leaving me, EVER!”  He snarls and lunges at me.

As quickly as I can move, I make it to the door before him and throw it open.  Practically throwing myself through it, I run to my car in a panic.  I can feel him close behind me. His breath on my neck.  Opening the car door, I manage to get in and lock the doors.  My heart is racing.

“Open up this door right now you worthless piece of shit.  Don’t think you can ever get away from me.  I’ll find you.  You can’t get away!”  He roars as I pull away from the curb.  Hearing him as I drive away from the nightmare of my life, I do not look back.  I feel nothing.

Wiping my tears, I drive across town to the only place that has ever felt like home to me.  I cannot help but smile.  Arriving at the place James knows nothing about, I feel safer already. There’s no feelings of guilt, anymore.  Stumbling up the front steps, I knock on his door.  As the door opens,  I look down in shame and hear his gasp of horror.

“Jasper, oh my God.  That son of a bitch did it again.”  He seethes and pulls me into his arms and into his home.

All I can do is cry on his shoulder and clutch him as if he is the life raft of my entire existence.  

“Edward.” I sob uncontrollably.

“Shhhh, it’s okay now, baby.  I have you.  You’re home.  You’re not going back to that animal again.  Do you hear me?  I love you and I’m not letting you go back.”  He softly croons into my ear stroking my back.

This time, I nod my agreement.  He’s right.  I’m finally home.

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Short Stories/Drabbles all Edward/Jasper

Title:  Fast Break  

Pairing:  Edward/Jasper

Genre:  AU, AH
Summary
:  It’s a typical Friday night at the basketball courts for Edward and his friends.  How will he react when he meets his brother’s roommate for the first time?  Can Edward stay cool or will he make a fast break?

Word Count:  500

Rating:  M
Disclaimer
: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author.  The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.  No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N:  Thank you to BbEyedGirl for being my wonderful beta on these Quickie Contest fics.

 

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The first time I saw him we were all standing around the pick up courts in town talking trash and picking teams.  He arrived with my brother Emmett, and at first I didn’t really notice him.  My focus was on the game and who I was going to pick for my team.  Most nights, my friends and I gathered at the local basketball court to play some ball.  Tonight was a typical Friday night for me and the guys.  Eric and I were goofing off and I had him in a head lock when Emmett and his college roommate arrived.

“Hey, Edward.  This here is Jasper,” he gestured to the man next to him.

Trying to act cool, I released Eric’s head and stretched my hand out to him.  He grinned broadly and grasped my hand firmly.  It was then that I really looked at him.  He was the most gorgeous man I had every laid eyes on.  He held my hand a beat longer and gave it a tiny squeeze before letting go.  

He smirked his reply, “Nice to meet you, Edward.  Emmett has told me a lot about you.”

Turning to Emmett and wondering what he had told Jasper, I noticed that he was grinning like a moron.  Oh shit.  What did my dumbass brother tell him?  Did he tell him that I was gay?  Wait.  Was Jasper gay?  Glancing back to Jasper, I realized he was blushing slightly and looking down at his shoes.  Ahhhh, he was gay.  That is excellent.  Giving Jasper my famous smirk, I asked him if he played.

“Yeah, I do.  Em and I usually play a couple times a week.”  He spoke softly, but with confidence, and looked up through his long dark lashes.  I thought my cock was going to burst out of my gym shorts and say hi.

Quickly placing the ball down to cover my embarrassing situation, I knew my face had to be ten shades of red.  What was this guy doing to me?  Deciding that I had humiliated myself enough for the evening, I walked backward toward the rest of the guys.  

“You two gonna play or just stand there all night,” I laughed as I tripped and fell on my ass in front of Jasper, my brother, the guys and everyone else at the courts.  Great.  Now I really looked like an idiot.  Jasper came over to me and gave me a hand up.

“You okay there,” he offered looking amused as he helped me to my feet.  Nodding and brushing myself off, I noticed the sultry look he was now giving me.

Leaning into me and whispering so that I was the only one to hear, he spoke in a husky voice, “Good, because I have plans for that ass later tonight.”

Jerking back from him to stare into his eyes, I realized that he was not joking.  Smiling at him, I answered as cocky as I could, “Well, I think I can handle that.”

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Short Stories/Drabbles all Edward/Jasper

Title:  First Day of the Rest of Our Lives   

Pairing:  Edward/Jasper

Genre:  AU, AH
Summary
:  Waking the morning of his wedding, Edward is amazed by the man at his side.
Word Count:  498

Rating:  M
Disclaimer
: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author.  The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.  No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N:  Thank you to BbEyedGirl for being my wonderful beta on these Quickie Contest fics.

 

 

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Trailing my finger tips gently across his brow, I marveled at the gorgeous creature sleeping at my side.  How had I gotten so lucky to have this wonderful man love me? Tracing the skin at his temple, I followed the line of his cheek softly as to not wake him from his peaceful sleep.  Usually he was an early riser, but this morning I woke before him.  

His breath stuttered and deepened.  Pulling my fingers away, I held my breath hoping that I had not awakened him.  While gazing at this man, the love of my life, my soul mate, my heart filled with pride.  Today was the day we would pledge ourselves to each other for life.  Even realizing that I cannot be legally married to him did not dampen my joy on this morning of our wedding.  

His breath evened and slowed as he snuggled closer to me, resting his head on my chest and tilting his face towards mine in an attempt to make himself more comfortable.  Wrapping my arms around his back, I held him tighter to me as I inhaled his intoxicating aroma.  He smelled perfect to me like a sun filled forest after a rainy day.  The happiness that filled my soul was so invigorating.  I felt like I could fly.

When he agreed over a year ago to become my husband, I thought that was the most blissful day of my life.  Oh, how I was wrong!  Today has become by far the most joyful, happiest day that I have ever experienced.  He was to become mine forever, as I was already his.

Looking into the face of my husband to be, I took in his features one by one.  His mid-length, wavy, flaxen-colored hair was covering half of his tanned face.  Slowly, I pushed the silky strands back away from his beautiful eyes.  Even though his eyes were closed in slumber, I knew that they were the color of the deepest sapphire, changing shades slightly as his moods shifted.  His long dark blond lashes just kissed his cheeks.  Following down his face, I traced a path down his perfect straight nose.  Not able to stop myself, I gave the tip his nose a soft kiss.  He stirred from his sleep and opened his eyes.

“Good morning, darling, “ he whispered as he stretched up to give me a sweet kiss.

“Morning, love.  Are you ready for today?”  I spoke into his lips as I ran my hands up and down his back.

He smiled his amazing, sleepy smile and answered, “Yes, I am.”

“Good.  It’s time to get up.  We slept in a little later than we were planning to.”  I laughed as I pulled him out of bed.  He laughed as well and stumbled into my arms.

“I’m ready,” he smirked kissing me again, “To start the first day of the rest of our lives.”

Gathering him tightly into my arms, I sealed his declaration with a searing kiss.

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Short Stories/Drabbles all Edward/Jasper

Title:  Mine     

Pairing:  Edward/Jasper

Genre:  AU
Summary
:  When a vampire finds his mate, it’s a very powerful connection.  What will the vampire choose when his morals conflict with his desire?
Word Count:  238
Rating
:  M
Disclaimer
: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author.  The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.  No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N:  Thank you to BbEyedGirl for being my wonderful beta on these Quickie Contest fics.

 

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Scanning the crowd, I see him.  He is here again.  Across the floor, the music is blaring, beating...thump, thump, thump.  I have seen him here nearly every weekend for over a year now.  We have never made contact, but I feel he knows that I lurk here.  He rarely looks up at me as I watch him dancing, leaning on the bar, and talking to his friends.  He is carefree with his laughter and his affection.  Controlling my instinctive response to protect my mate, I hold back the growls that threaten to release from me when I see someone approach him.  Now is not the time.  


We have never made eye contact.  But I know he has felt my presence.  His proximity to me is intoxicating.  His scent beckons me to his side.  In the shadows of the club, I bide my time.  Watching, waiting, knowing I cannot approach him; I would never approach him.  He is there beyond my reach.  I would never take him.  In all my one hundred years, I never knew what I wanted, what I needed until finding him.  But I cannot, will not, take him.  I would never condemn him to this life unless it is absolutely necessary.  Still, I continue to watch and wait for my time.  And when the time is right, when there is no other choice, I will make him mine.  Without a doubt, he will be mine.

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