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My beta, cullen818, got this back to me so fast it was almost impossible. I think she beat the time/space ratio or something. Thank you as always.

The End.

"So you're sure you don't mind if we run a little bit behind?" Bella asked Esme for the thousandth time. She was genuinely concerned that Esme would be angry. I wanted to spend some alone time with Bella before we relocated, and this was the best way. I asked her if she'd mind staying behind a few days, and she was eager for it. But since everybody knew what we'd essentially be doing, she was embarrassed.

"Bella, honey, no offense, but I'd rather you stay here with Jasper for a bit. It's probably better for everybody." She smiled warmly and touched Bella's cheek with her hand. Emmett snickered from the corner. I shot him a warning glare and pulled Bella to me.

"You worry too much. They've got to go and set up the house; we'd just be in Esme's way. And," I pulled her closer so I could whisper in her ear, "I've been dying to be alone with you for days." She kissed me quickly on the cheek before smiling and turning away.

"Heard that, just so you know," Emmett called as he walked out the front door towards the car. Rose giggled and followed him out, followed closely by Edward. He wanted no part in this conversation, so he kept going. Carlisle and Esme were last.

"See you in a few days," Esme said, kissing each of us before heading out. Carlisle just rolled his eyes and patted Bella on the head.

And finally, finally we were alone. I stood, tense, until the family was out of range before I all but pounced on Bella. Her hands were in my hair within seconds, her legs around my waist in a few more. I let myself kiss every inch of her face and neck that I could reach while I began yanking clothes off of her. She was skilled and strong; there was no need for me to support her. Her cotton bra held her breasts up nicely, but not as good as my hands could. I unhooked it and discarded it, effectively placing my hands in its place. "Have I ever told you how much I fucking love your breasts?" I murmured as I sucked on her taut nipples. She didn't answer, instead managing to grip me tighter and push her core against me. She was maintaining herself with her legs as she pulled at my shirt; I pushed her down long enough to scramble us both out of our pants before scooping her into my arms and running to the bedroom.

She had barely reached the bed before I entered her, wasting no time and pushing to the hilt.

"Holy Fuck, Jasper!" she cried, and I wasn't in the mood to tell her it was anything but holy what we were doing. I let her flip over to where she was riding me, and she immediately bent forward to kiss my face. "I'm in charge right now," she growled, and then she pulled off of me. I was going to complain until I realized she had turned around and was facing the opposite direction.

Holy Shit. Reverse Cowgirl.

She placed herself over my cock and descended so slow it was almost illegal. When she was finally completely down, I thought I would come undone. The view was spectacular; Bella's beautiful ass bouncing up and down, the side view of her breasts…

She picked up the pace, grasping my legs for support as she searched for her release. Mine was close; each thrust brought me closer.

Moments later Bella's back arched and I felt her tense around me; that was all I needed. We came together, long and hard. She climbed off and moved to cuddle with me, and I accepted her with open arms.

Two Months Later, Bella's POV

"Tell me what it was like, when you realized you were in love with Jasper," Edward asked. We were perched on a tree branch, having the talk that we'd needed to have for a long while. He wanted to know everything, and I deserved to tell him. He found that, even though he could remember doing things, he couldn't' remember the details-the emotions specifically. He knew I was with Jasper, but he wanted to know how.

"It was…hard. I didn't feel like I had any right to have those feelings for him; clearly I was unwanted. He had been left behind just like me, though, so I felt as though we had something strong in common." His eyes held nothing but sadness, and in them, I could see it all. If he had stayed, none of this would have happened. We'd still be together. He was sure of this; I didn't have to read minds to know.

"I'm meant to be with Jasper, Edward. I'm not sure if anything you could have done would change that." He'd never see it that way, but I was convinced.

"Tell me what you felt when I made you feed from the human." He cringed at the thought.

"I was sick. Sick to my core. I was angry at you, yes-but at myself more. I wanted to be able to resist, but I didn't even think about it. I was angry with you afterwards." He hadn't met my eyes yet. "Do you remember how you felt? I know you have trouble remembering your emotions, but…" I trailed off, knowing he would catch my meaning.

"I wish I could. I remember wanting you so much that I would do anything, and it was like the reasonable part of my brain had shut off. I just acted. And even then it's fuzzy. Like remembering motions but not seeing them through." He shook his head. After being back together, as a family, for the last two months, if I ever doubted Edward was sincere I didn't any longer. He was miserable; I'd never seen him so dejected. Jasper could barely stand to be in the same room with him. I was trying my best to help him, but I doubted I was doing any good. He still loved me, and he couldn't get over it. But he needed the support of his family, and I wasn't about to do anything but support him. I wanted to say something-anything-to help ease his guilt.

"Look at me, please, Edward-you can't avoid meeting my eyes forever." He glanced at me, unhappily staring into my eyes. "I know you love me, but do you trust me?" I asked him.

"Yes," he replied simply.

"Then trust me when I tell you that you can't let this control you. You had no power over your actions. You didn't see it coming, you couldn't prevent it, and there's no way you could have escaped with your life. I need you to be okay, Edward. I may love Jasper now, but that doesn't mean I can't love you as a brother. And as my brother, I need you. This. Was. Not. Your. Fault." And then I did something that surprised even me-I pulled him into an embrace. His sharp intake of breath caught in his throat as he let his arms wind around my waist.

"Bella," and it was a cry of defeat. I was his submission. He sobbed into my neck as I ran my hands through his hair.

Six months from the move, Alice's POV

I would suck this up. I could. They would forgive me, some day. They needed time, and I needed time. Time to get my head on straight. I knew where to go, who to spend time with; they were south of here. It surprised me that they were this far south, actually, because I would have thought he of all people would steer clear of this area. But who was I to judge? That was a lesson I'd learned the hard way. I would call first, because it wasn't polite to just drop in. Again-consider that lesson learned. I took out my phone and dialed.

"Peter? It's Alice. Would it be okay if I came down for a visit? I need…company."

One Year post-move, Carlisle's POV

I looked around the room at my family. Jasper and Bella were watching a movie, snuggled on the couch. Emmett and Rosalie were next to them. Edward was perched on a chair, chatting with Esme in the corner. He was trying; every day was a struggle for him. But whatever Bella had said to him so many months ago was what he needed to hear. He no longer moped around the house, and he didn't carry the heavy shoulders of guilt like he used to. Coming to terms with what had happened to him was a difficult task. It wasn't just what happened with the Volturi; it was what happened with Bella. He loved her as much as he always did; it killed him to see her with Jasper. But she was happy, and he would never jeopardize that. He was even learning to speak to Jasper again, and Jasper was making a valiant effort to be sympathetic to Edward. It didn't help, of course, that Jasper could feel Edward's unwavering love for Bella, but that couldn't be helped. I enjoyed sitting and watching them be themselves like this, until I was interrupted by the buzzing in my pocket.

I sighed when I realized who was calling. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I got this phone call. I got up and stole out of the room quickly, trying not to bring any attention to my departure.

"Aro, my friend. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I heard his chuckle on the other end of the line at my formality.

"I'm calling in my favor. It's sooner than I had anticipated, but something has come up." I waited for him to continue. "It seems as though something has happened in the South. Now, I don't want to send my guard for something so minor. I wonder if your family would care to take care of it for me?"

What could have come up that we could take care of I asked, wondering silently to myself. I could tell that my family was listening as well, my attempt at stealth failing.

"There is one down there that is causing problems. She has attempted, on several occasions, to coerce nomads into doing her bidding, whatever her vendetta may be. I need you and yours to stop her. Stop her, and bring her to me." The ominous feeling I had was growing stronger by the minute.

"Who, Aro?" No point in beating around the bush.

"One Alice Brandon. It seems she no longer goes by Cullen any longer. You assured me of your service, Carlisle," he reminded me. I took a deep breath. There was nothing on this earth I wouldn't trade to get out of this. But perhaps, if he wasn't sending the guard, we could work something out. Something safer. I could save her, I was sure.

"Of course I did, Aro. I won't back out. She won't be harmed?"

"No. And be speedy, Carlisle-don't let this get out of hand." He hung up. I turned to head back into the other room.

"Carlisle, we can't!" It was Esme's pleas I heard first. I moved to her side and embraced her.

"I fear as though we have no choice. But the Volturi aren't sending the Guard to assist, perhaps there is another way."

"What other way could there be, Carlisle? And what point is there?" Jasper's anger at his former mate was strong.

"I won't let her be harmed, no matter what she's done. She's grief-stricken, Jasper-we all but cast her aside! I won't let her be killed." I met everybody's eyes with my own, showing I was serious. "Any more arguments?"

No other voices spoke up.

So yeah, this is the end. But wait! Don't go throwing stones yet. The reason this is the end is because the plot line for Control has been completed. If you couldn't tell, I'm planning on a sequel. I've still got some planning to do, but I'm definitely going to go with it. So thanks to all you guys for reading and joining me in this great story, because I had such a blast. I hope you'll put me on alert so we can follow our favorite family even further!

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