A/N: Happy Birthday, my sweet Beautiful Figment! The boys wanted to help brighten your day a little, so I hope you enjoy it 😉
Thanks to SorceressCirce for beta’ing.
As ever, I do not own Twilight – it owns me.

His lips graze along my neck, blazing a path from ear to ear while he undresses me.

When I try to undo the buttons of his shirt with trembling fingers, he pushes them away. “My turn.”

I moan softly.

For him, I came out, standing up to my parents’ denial and outrage.

“Jasper, please…” I whisper.

“No, Edward.”

Slick fingers probe, push, pull – leaving me a quivering mess.

For him, I beg.

His teeth bite down, marking my hip. “Mine,” he growls.

For him, I surrender.

“Yours. Please, Jasper…”

Slowly, he stretches me. Burning me. Filling me – body and soul.