Disclaimer: S. Myer owns all, but what I wouldn't give for a Jasper of my very own-sigh.

A/N- The first outtake for the outtakes! I am posting this outtake today because it was a year ago today (9.11.2009) that this 'story' premiered…and I thought it was fitting to have this particular outtake on this day. There are a few more to come!

My poor beta has been working her fingers to the bone, so this chapter is once again unbeta'd, so all mistakes, grammatical and otherwise, are my own.

As always, huge hugs to Dannie…her reward, some more Perfectward!

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I'm Yours

Location: Anywhere Edward is (Cherished)

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You heeled these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours ~The Script

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"Will you stop?" he sighed for the tenth time in less than five minutes. "I swear, sometimes you are worse than a child."

Reaching over, he covered my hand, stilling my tapping fingers on the hard plastic armrest. Glancing around us, then at him, I felt myself begin to calm. The only reason I hadn't jumped out of my skin, or taken the entire plan hostage until they landed it, was because of him.

Sitting next to me in his beautiful, simple way, he looked amazing, but it was more than that. As always, it was his presence that soothed my inner demons, which at the time were feeling rather airsick. We were surrounded by families, college students, and businessmen, all on their way to….somewhere.

The tiny window next to me was no help. The ground had slipped away under us, empty country squares gradually turning into forests and cities.

I had no fucking clue where we were going. Well, that wasn't entirely true, I had a general idea on what part of the country the plane was heading but I knew nothing more than that.

And it was driving me insane.

Maybe it was the teacher in me, but I had grown accustomed to having things planned; lessons for classes, my schedule, holidays. The last time I had been a fly-by–the-seat-of-my-pants kinda guy was when Bella and I had gone to Texas. Since then I had become rather anal about planning.

Alright, maybe I was anal about a few others things as well, but Edward was my fiancé, couldn't exactly blame me, right?

"Where are we going?" I asked casually, my voice not betraying my racing thoughts.

Or so I had thought.

Lazily, he let his turn toward me and eyed me with the fucking greenest, most beautiful eyes ever.

Seriously, ever.

"I haven't answered that question the last twenty times you've asked, what makes you think I'd answer it now?" he teased.

Shrugging, I tried, really fucking tried, to pull my eyes from his hypnotic ones, but I failed. "Thought maybe you'd slip," I admitted.

He graced me with a crooked grin. "Never. Part of being a doctor," he said, holding out his hand in front of him, fingers splayed and perfectly still. "Steady hands. No slipping."

I looked around us quickly before leaning toward him. "Except when they are slick with lube," I murmured lowly.

He chucked, "Except then." Putting his hand back on his armrest, he yawned. I had no idea how he could be so fucking relaxed.

Then again, he knew where we were going.

"But Edward-" I began but he cut me off.

"And don't even tell me you didn't peek at the ticket when I gave it to you right before we boarded. You know damn well where we're going."

I hung my head, staring up at him through my eyelashes and wisps of hair, hoping my coy look would make him less angry with what I was about to say.

"Boston," I whispered guiltily, making sure to pout my lip afterward.

"I knew it," he said, shaking his head.

"But I don't know why, or where exactly."

Grinning, he winked at me. "And you don't need to know, love. Just trust me."

I sighed heavily, just about to give up. "I trust you…" I paused a beat. "Why are we going to Boston?"

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I think I owed my life to the pilot of Flight 1264 because just when Edward had had enough of me, the pilot came on and announced we were nearing our destination and to make sure we were buckled up and our seats were upright. It would be more difficult for Edward to strangle me if he was contained to his seat.

The plan had landed smoothly, regardless of my imagination going wild with images of it crashing on the runway. Edward's hand had covered mine, his fingers constantly caressing, keeping my heart from completely pounding from my chest.

Gradually, as we headed toward the baggage claim and then to the car rental desk, my heart had begun to return to its preflight rate. It was late afternoon by the time we were in our rented convertible, Edward behind the wheel even after I had begged to drive.

"You just want to drive so I have to tell you where we're going," he laughed at my flimsy excuse.

"You could just tell me what roads to take and not the final destination," I suggested, tossing our bags into the small trunk.

"Nope," he jingled the keys, "I'm driving. You can drive next time."

With a sigh, I got in and he started the car, putting the top down. Immediately the mid-June sun warmed us, and I tilted my head back to soak it in. It wasn't Texas, not even close, but it was nice.

I turned to him as we pulled out of the parking lot. "Ya know, it's warmer up here than I expected."

"It's summer, of course it's warm."

"I just thought, north…cold, ya know?"

"It's not like North Pole north," he said chuckling. "They have four seasons, a beautiful autumn I hear."

The traffic was much heavier than we were used to and apparently using directionals, yielding and stopping were foreign terms to Massachusetts drivers.

"Jesus, they drive like maniacs," I observed, grabbing the bar on the roof near my window once or twice when someone cut in front of us.

"They drive offensive rather than defensive. Perhaps they're all the spawn of demolition derby drivers," Edward suggested.

I began to look around; trying to get some idea he was taking me but all I saw were signs for towns named Peabody and Lynn. "Do you want me to set the GPS?" I asked hopefully.

He glanced at me, one eyebrow seductively arched over his sunglasses. "Nice try."

I sighed.

"You forget I went to med school, Jasper. I'm pretty smart. Plus, I know you like I know myself."

He was right. I knew he wasn't going to tell me anything, but it was fun as hell trying. Reaching over, he took my hand in his, making sure our fingers were wound together.

"Just relax, love. I'll make it up to you later."

"Now you're talking," I sighed and leaned back in my seat.

About an hour and few minor heart attacks later, we pulled into the small parking lot of what appeared to be a hotel. A semicircle of cottages, each one with a small porch and sliding glass door, surrounded a small office. Edward parked and looked at me.

"We're here," he smiled.

"Yeah, but where the hell is here?" I asked, craning my neck to look around. The distinct salty scent of the ocean nearby floated heavily in the air around us.

"New Hampshire. North Hampton to be exact," he finally told me as he opened his door. "Let's go check in."

Getting out, I followed him into the office, which was definitely someone's house. He took my hand as we crossed the lot and I held the door open for him. From behind a counter, a petite woman looked up and greeted us with a smile.

"We're here to check in," Edward said. The woman hit a few keys on the computer.

"Name?"

"Dr. Edward Cullen," he answered.

I swear my cock hardened. It never failed to when he used his title with his name; it was like an aphrodisiac or something. He had begun to tease me that I liked it so much he thought I'd start screaming out "doctor" when I came.

I admit the thought had crossed my mind.

A few hundred times.

Tightening my fingers around his, I cast him a sidelong glance to let him know how hard I was getting. He cleared his throat but kept his eyes on the woman behind the desk.

"Here you are," she said, handing Edward some pamphlets. "These are some local attractions. But of course, the best attraction is right outside your cottage. Maid service is at ten and we have continental breakfast in here starting at seven, coffee, muffins, bagels, the works. Any questions?"

"Just one, did the package arrive?" he asked her cryptically. Her eyes grew wide and she glanced at me.

"Yes, it did, Dr. Cullen. Shall I have it brought to your cottage?"

"Not yet. I'll come tomorrow to pick it up. Thank you," he smiled at her and I swear she melted. His dazzling power knew no limits.

"I hear an accent, where are you from?" she asked as she gave him the keycard.

"Texas," he replied, tapping into the drawl he had, dragging it out more than he usually did to show off.

My doctor with the drawl.

My erection grew.

"Great, well, welcome to the east coast. If you need anything, just let us know. Enjoy your stay," she said as Edward practically dragged me out of the office. Safely outside, he looked at me.

"What was that?"

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You know what, you tease." We stopped at the car and got in.

"What can I say, the doctor does something to me," I smiled.

"This doctor is definitely going to do things to you," he chuckled as he backed out of the space and drove to our cottage. We were on the end, furthest from any others and the office. "I got this one in case you do scream," he noted as he put the car into park.

"Is that a promise?"

We got out and Edward popped the trunk. After pulling out the bags, we carried them to the door and Edward opened it. The inside was as quaint at the outside. There was a small living room with a couch, desk and television. To the left was the kitchen with a small table and breakfast bar and taking up the entire back of the cottage was the bedroom. Placing his suitcase down, Edward grabbed my hand and led me through the living room to the bedroom.

It was simply…amazing.

The room was nothing like the rest of the place, it was as big as the other two rooms combined, bright, airy with a king size four poster bed against one wall, a gauzy fabric was attached to each post, draping between them. A television hung on the wall opposite the bed over a dresser. The best part was the sliding glass door that opened onto a deck. Barely letting me see the bedroom, he opened the glass and pulled me out onto the deck.

"Oh my God," I said in awe as I stepped out. "Edward, it's….it's…"

"I know, right?" he beamed. We stood there overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, deep blue and sea green mingling together for as far as we could see. White foam gathered at the crest of each wave before it came crashing down, crawling over the sand until it was pulled back out again. The sound of them was beautiful, rhythmic and relaxing.

It was darker than the Gulf, bluer then the Pacific.

Standing behind me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. "Good choice?" he asked as we watched the sea gulls swoop down to the sand, touching it briefly before taking flight again.

Reaching up behind me, I weaved my fingers into his hair as I turned my face to him and crushed his lips to mine. Soft and hard, full and tasty, his lips covered mine eagerly, just as wanting as they had been the first time we had kissed on his bed all those years ago. Moaning into the kiss, I let him support my weight and plunged my tongue into his wet mouth. When I felt his hand skim over my growing erection, I jumped and broke the kiss.

"People will see," I worried, looking around.

"So? We're engaged," he laughed. "Are you worried they will think you are taking advantage of me?"

While I had grown more comfortable with being out, able to freely hold hands in public, kiss and let the world know he was mine, the more sexual acts still frightened me, images of Peter and me in a dark alley always flashing before me.

Afraid that if someone saw us that didn't care for our 'lifestyle', they would react the same way the guys in Texas had.

"Love, you have to get over it," he sighed, dropping his hand from my cock. "Besides, were in New Hampshire, not Texas. It's more accepted up here."

"I'm sorry," I apologized, looking back over the ocean. "I know, I just…"

"Get scared," he finished for me. "How about a walk on the beach?"

I nodded and sat down one of the chairs on the deck to pull off my boots and socks while Edward did the same. Standing, he took my hand in his, glancing at me for permission before tugging me down the steps and onto the sand. We were practically alone on the beach, only one other couple walking a few hundred yards in front of us.

"It really is beautiful here," I murmured looking around. A few scattered cottages lined the shore, most of them with decks leading right onto the sand, which was rough and hot beneath my bare feet. Edward released my hand and ran toward the edge of the water, almost squealing like a girl when his feet came in contact with the frigid ocean.

"Jesus," he yelped, "fucking cold."

Laughing, I watched as he tip-toed through the ebbing tide.

"Ah, that's better," he sighed, finally able to stand in water up to his ankles, the bottoms of his jeans darkening from the small waves.

"Is it getting warmer?" I asked, slowly making my way to him.

"I can't tell, my feet are numb," he chuckled. "Come on in."

Braving the cold, I rolled up the cuffs of my jeans and walked into the water to meet him.

"Shit," I jumped when the first wave cascaded over my feet.

"Well, you did say you expected it to be cold up here," he reminded me.

"I meant the air, not the water."

Reaching out, he took my hand again and we began walking along the water's edge. The sun was low in the sky to our right, almost over the horizon, the last rays casting fractions of light in Edward's hair, bringing out the different shades of bronze and copper. When he turned to me, his eyes sparkled, every shade of green ever existed dancing in them.

He was breathtaking.

"You're beautiful," I said, staring at him as we walked. I had told him those same words, or some variation of them, almost daily, and they never failed to bring at least a hint of color to his cheeks. If I said them in public, the blush deepened. "You are, you know."

"Jasper," he whined, rolling his eyes dramatically. Then without warning, he let go of my hand and bolted, running full speed along the edge of the water, spraying it up behind him as I darted to catch up. I was the runner between us, but Edward was fucking fast in a short distance.

However, he lacked endurance and I caught up to him quickly, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. Lifting him into the air, I almost lost my balance as I swung us around in a circle. In my grasp, I felt his sides heaving from the run, his laughter was loud and complete as he pleaded through panted breaths for me to put him down.

I was also the stronger of the two.

"Please," he begged, laughing.

"Okay," I said, carrying him toward the water until we were almost waist deep.

"Don't you fucking do it," he warned me though a smile, shaking his head. I wiggled my eyebrows and then tossed him into the icy water. Just as I turned to run, he reached out and caught my shirt, jerking me back to him. Losing my balance, I let out a sound between a laugh and grunt as I fell backwards and into the water next to him. Without the pressure of classes, he was more carefree than I'd seen him in years. Though I knew it was only short lived, soon the stress of residency would bear its weight on him.

"Fuck, that's cold," I jumped upright, immediately heading for the shore. Edward grabbed me again, keeping me from getting too far.

"Stay," he said.

As if I wouldn't.

Turning to him, I lowered myself back into the water until I was on my knees with him.

"See, not so bad once you get used to it," he observed.

"I don't think we got used to it, I think it froze us." I had a hard time moving my eyes past where his tee shirt was plastered to his chest.

"Jasper, my eyes are up here," he scolded as he splashed water at my face to get my attention.

I winked and half apologized. "Sorry, baby."

"I think it's rather refreshing." He lay back just as a wave crashed over him. Coming up after the wave had gone by, he shook his head, droplets of water trailing from his hair down his face and neck, over his collarbone…

I licked my lips.

"I think we should get out, too much cold water isn't good for the body," I said, trying to think of an excuse to get Edward out of the water and into the bed.

"Oh, really?" He didn't buy it.

"Yep." I nodded for more realism. "Haven't you ever heard what cold water does to your cock?"

He sighed, and then replied, "Of course, but, love, I'm so huge a little shrinkage isn't a bad thing."

Laughter bubbled up and out of me as he stared at me.

"It's true," he reiterated seriously.

"Well, not all of us are so well endowed, so we should get out before my cock disappears," I reasoned, standing up and turning around. Even without the sound of the splashing water, I knew he was right behind me. I half expected him to drag me back in, but he didn't. Instead he caught up, grabbed my hand, gave my cold cheek a quick kiss and then walked out of the water with me.

At the cottage we stepped onto the deck and Edward stripped his shirt off, laying it over the railing before reaching for the button on his jeans. When he looked up and saw me gaping at him, he just winked.

"It's not like they haven't seen less. They're just like swim trunks," he shrugged, not even looking around to see if anyone was watching.

"Swim trunks don't cling to your ass like tho-" I lost my train of thought when he turned around and bent over to pull his jeans off. "Jesus fucking Christ."

I grabbed his hips and pulled him to me, pressing my erection to him through my heavy, wet jeans. Stilling when my hands were on him, he moaned and stood up, pressing his back to my chest. Resting my forehead on his shoulder blade, I reached around and felt his erection, so enthralled with him that I didn't care if anyone saw us.

"We need to get inside…now," I released him, peeling off my shirt and jeans to hang them over the railing with his. Eagerly, I followed him inside, closing the screen and letting the ocean breeze play with the curtains. He turned to face me, but I pushed him onto the bed, delighted in the way he bounced before settling back. Perching himself up on his elbows, he licked lips and watched as I hooked my thumbs into my soaked briefs and tugged them down my body.

"My favorite part," he mumbled, his eyes fixated every move I made, my cock twitching under their intense gaze. Even if I was fully dressed, I never felt more naked than when he watched me, the way he could look into my soul. They way he could just…see me, all of me, was unnerving and comforting at the same time. Kicking off the briefs, I took my erection into my hand and pumped it a few times, letting out a long moan for his pleasure.

"Definitely my favorite part," he smirked, his gaze steady on the movement of my hand over my cock.

"More than fucking?"I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My favorite part up until you touch me," he compromised. I leaned down and without me asking, he lifted his hips and I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled them over his hips, revealing his beautiful cock.

"Dry ones come off so much faster," I laughed as I forced the cotton down his thighs and over his knees until they fell to the floor. "Mmm, much better," I said as I dropped between his spread legs, placing my hands on his knees, I pushed them further apart and leaned forward.

"Oh, fuck," he said even before my tongue touched his balls, languidly bathing them with long laps. Inhaling, I took his musky scent deep into my lungs, letting it sit there and fill me before inhaling again. Taking my time, my tongue darted out and taste the inside of his thighs, the remnants of salt water mixed with the flavor of Edward that I loved so much. With my lips pressed against the base of his cock, I moaned, letting the vibrations travel through him.

"Fuck!" he yelled, falling onto his back and spreading his legs even wider.

Knowing what he wanted without him asking, I nuzzled his sac with my nose and dragged my tongue along the soft skin behind his balls before reaching his hole.

"Up, baby," I murmured, tapping his knee. Lifting both legs, he planted his feet flat on the edge of the bed and I grabbed his hips, pulling him closer to my face. Spread before me, I plunged my tongue into his entrance.

"Oh my God, oh my God," he repeated in a rusty, deep voice. My groans were muffled by his warm flesh as I continued to tongue fuck him. Unable to stop himself, he shamelessly pressed his ass into my face, begging for more.

"Yeah, fuck….Jas…there…yeah…oh…right…"

He made no sense and my heart raced with the pleasure I was giving him, the way he let go so completely with me. I released his hip with one hand and moved it to his cock, stroking a few times, feeling the fluid as it seeped from the slit. Between his wanton movements and guttural moans, I knew he was ready.

But I wanted to give him more.

"What…dinner…about…eat…" he gasped in broken words. Glancing up over his taut abdomen, I saw his eyes clenched shut as he fought to maintain control. Beautiful tufts of hair stuck up straight as his hands fisted the bedspread.

"Baby, you are my dinner," I replied with a smirk.

"Fuck me," he moaned, opening his eyes to look down at me.

"Oh, I intend to," I promised. "Though I should tease you for not telling me where we were going today. Payback is a bitch."

He lifted his head. "You wouldn't!"

I let him worry for a minute, my touch remaining nothing more than light, teasing caresses.

"As if I could," I smiled.

I didn't top him often but when I did, it drove us both insanely quick to orgasm. The euphoria we both received when I took him and fucked him, the possessiveness we both felt was an ecstasy that we shared. There was something so soul baring, powerful, and touching something so deep in me, that it drained my energy for hours.

That day on his bed looking at porn so many years ago, I never would have expected that someday I would have my tongue in his ass, and love it.

Moving up from his hole, I caressed his balls with my lips briefly before taking his cock into my mouth. His hips jerked off the bed reflectively and I put my hands back on them to keep him still while I devoured him. Every ridged and vein was traced by my tongue, my lips sliding over his silky skin easily as I bobbed my head up and down his length.

"Wanna fuck your face, love," he begged, and I felt his hips resisting my grip. Not one to deny him anything, I released his cock and hips. Instantly, he was standing in front of me, his cock back into my willing mouth, his hands in my hair, twisting it tightly as he held me still and began to thrust impatiently. "Fuck, yeah, take it, Jasper, take it all."

I fucking loved it when he talked like that. The quiet Dr. Cullen that everyone saw everyday wasn't the same one that came home and fucked me. He was a bit domineering, confident, and hotter than fuck. At the same time, he was also sweet and tender and loving. I loved that there was a part of him that no one saw but me, that he reserved for my eyes and ears only.

I could honestly say the cold water theory didn't apply to Edward; his cock was just as big as before. Forcing off my gag reflex, I relaxed as much as I could and felt him tap the back of my throat a few times. Admittedly, I was proud of myself, I had come so far since my first blowjob in the kitchen of our old house. Erratically, his hips thrust forward, his head lolled back and his fingers entwined in my waves.

"God, love, gonna come, so good, so hot, love fucking your mouth."

I glanced up through my hair and saw him staring down at me with a look of pure bliss. Softly, he brushed my hair back so he could see my eyes and mouthed 'I love you' before letting my hair fall back into place.

"So hot seeing those lips wrapped around my cock," he moaned.

Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked hard around him as he pushed forward and I felt him twitch in me, precum sliding down my throat, his orgasm wasn't far behind. He just needed one more push. My own cock throbbed with want as I moaned around him and at the same time swiped my middle finger over the head of my cock, gathering some fluid. Reaching up, I tugged on his balls before I palmed them and let my slickened middle finger slide back to his entrance. He growled and spread his legs, his thrusts into my mouth becoming less rhythmic and more erratic. I teased him with shallow pumps of my finger before reaching in deeper and brushing the tip along his gland.

"Fuck, gonna come, more, more," he rasped.

A few more taps with my finger and his cock was twitching in my mouth, the sweet rapture flooded him and he cried out, his entire body stilling except for his cock jerking in my mouth as he came. The taste of his thick, warm cum grew and slid down my throat as I swallowed around him hungrily, pulling his orgasm from him. Grunting, he held my head for balance as his climaxed overtook him. Moving quickly, I grabbed his hips, holding him steady as he began to sway.

"Amazing," he whispered, pulling his hips back and letting himself slip from my mouth. Stumbling, he fell back onto the bed. Satisfied, I watched his chest raise rapidly, his softening cock still seeping, his balls still tightly drawn up, his nipples still hard.

Still beautiful.

Ten years later and he still did things to me that no one else ever would. Even without touching me, he brought me to heights I never would have imagined, emotionally, physically. The chemistry between us had never lessened, if anything it had increased with the knowledge we gained about each other's bodies. We could tease and taunt for hours, riding the edge of pleasure together, or we knew how to get each other off in less than five minutes. I knew exactly where to touch him, what places worked him into a quick frenzy.

"Ready for me to fuck you, baby?" I stood, my cock aching as stepped toward him.

"Always," he slurred blissfully, pushing himself onto his knees. Walking over to the stand, I opened my suitcase and pulled out the lube and a condom. He waited for me in the middle of the bed, sitting back on his heels, his eyes watching me over his shoulder. Crawling up behind him, I popped the lube open and drizzled some on my fingers before putting a hand on his shoulder to push him forward. Displaying his ass for me, he arched his back and hung his head while my fingers entered him. I eased them into him, gently spreading him, readying him for me. "Love," he pleaded, and I withdrew them.

He wanted me as much as I did him, needed me inside him, connecting us once again. I leaned over for the condom, but his hand was on my wrist, stopping me. Confused, I looked at him.

"No more," he said, motioning to the condom. "You and I will always be together. I want to feel you, love, all of you, in me."

I swallowed hard and bit my lip, my heart racing at the thought of being bare with him. It had been something I had fantasized about, but honestly, wearing a condom was second nature, and I never expected it to be any other way.

"Please," he implored. "I love you, Jasper. I'm yours forever, let's do this."

Tearing my eyes from him, I glanced at the foil package on the bed. Picking it up with trembling fingers, I held it, shaking my head slightly as the enormity of what he was asking spun in my brain. It meant there would not be another for either of us.

He was right. We were each other's forever, if not legally, certainly emotionally and physically.

Bringing my eyes back to his, I smiled and tossed the condom off the bed, picking up the lube instead. He released a moan and reached for my cock, stroking it and spreading the lube that I poured liberally over it.

"Ready?" he asked me when I should have been asking him, and I nodded. He went to all fours, bracing himself as I gripped his hip with one hand and placed my naked cock at his entrance. Taking a deep breath, I pushed forward, the flare of the head sliding past his tight muscle as I slowly entered him.

"Oh God," he moaned, dropping his head down and spreading his knees more. "Come on, babe, all of you."

No longer able to resist, to hold off on what I had been dying to know for so long, I thrust forward, sinking myself deep in his ass. A warm tightness embraced my cock, and I felt everything, every twitch of his muscles as his body accepted mine, every inch inside him.

"Oh my God," he panted.

"Edward," I breathed with all that he was.

We were one in almost every way.

"C'mere," I drawled. Keeping myself seated in him, I tugged on his shoulders, pulling him up so his back was flush with my chest and he was sitting on my thighs. The change in position let me slide even deeper into him, the head of my cock swelling with want already. Reaching behind him, he wrapped an arm around my neck, his fingers diving into my hair as I turned my head and captured his lips with mine.

"Need you," he moaned into the kiss. Flicking my tongue against his, I emitted a strangled cry as I finally began to thrust. One arm wrapped around his chest, my fingers splayed on his heated flesh to keep him to me while my other gripped his hip to help him move on top of me.

With labored breaths, he broke the kiss. "Love, I feel you, oh my God, I can feel all of you. It's amazing."

Unable to reply, I nodded, panting, as I fucked him.

Carnal.

Raw.

Bare.

With each movement of our bodies together, we released moans and grunts from our efforts. Hands gripped hair and sweat slickened flesh as we slid together.

When he sensed my rhythm faltering, he began to take over, riding me wildly. Everything about his body was tight; his abdomen muscles flexing under my hand, his nipples pebbling when I pinched them and his ass around my cock. I dropped my forehead to his shoulder, telling him I was close, the tingling of the coil was low in my groin, ready to spring.

We each had our buttons to push, and he knew which ones I needed.

"Fuck me hard, Jasper. Feel so good buried in me, so thick, come on, babe, come for me. Let me hear you scream," he murmured, his body never ceasing. I felt his arm moving and knew he was stroking himself, bringing himself to another climax. "Gonna come again for you, love. Fuck my ass."

A few more pumps and I felt his body tense again, grunting as his cock shot thick streams of cum onto the bed. His head fell back onto my shoulder while I watched over his. The spasm of his ass around my cock enticed my own orgasm and I couldn't hold off any longer.

"Baby," I began, the word I really wanted to say sitting on the tip of my tongue.

"Say it," he coaxed me, his essence enveloping me. My body stilled and my orgasm ripped through me savagely.

"Doctor," I screamed loudly, grunting with each pulse of my cock as it released seed deep inside Edward, filling him and not a condom. The sweet feeling of my climax reverberated throughout me, leaving no nerve untouched. Sated, we both collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty, limp mess. Beyond our heavy breaths, we heard the crashing waves and something else that sounded oddly like clapping and cheering.

"Sounds fun, Doctor," someone yelled from outside.

"Do you make house calls?" a woman asked. I immediately hid my head in Edward's neck.

"Guess we should have closed the door," he giggled.

"Oh my God," I mumbled, "how embarrassing."

I felt his shoulder shrug. "At least they know I'm a good fuck, and we put on a good show. Should we tell them we're here all week?"

After I slapped his shoulder, I shifted my hips, my sensitive cock slid from his ass and I hissed at the sensation. He lay in front of me, his back still stuck to my chest, my arms still around him. As our heart rates returned to normal, I brushed my lips along his shoulder to the bend in his neck. Idly, my fingers traced and teased his nipples, enjoying the quivers that passed through his body.

"Thank you, Jasper. For…for doing what I wanted. For trusting me."

My cheeks heated even more. "Oh, it was my pleasure," I grinned. "You will return the favor?"

"Most definitely."

We lay still for a few moments, enjoying the comfort of each other and the sounds of the beach outside.

"Baby, not that I'm complaining, but why are we here?" I asked between the kisses I left along his soft skin. He scooted back, pressing his used ass against me. He glanced over his shoulder and let his fingers stroke the backs of my hands while I played with him.

"Just wanted a vacation before the rush of my residency began. Things are going to get crazy in a few weeks and I thought some downtime would be nice."

"But why here, why not Seattle to visit Bella or our parents?"

Loosening my embrace, he turned in my arms, curling his body to fit mine, slinging a leg over my thigh he pulled me close. "Simple. I wanted you all to myself. No parents, no Bella, just you and me."

"Mm, that's nice, thank you," I leaned forward the small distance and gave him a kiss.

"Besides, we just saw them at graduation."

My fingers found their way back to his nipples. "You know what?"

"Hmmm?"

"I think you should get your nipples pierced," I suggested casually, trying not to let him know just how serious I was.

"Seriously?" he laughed.

"Yep." I bit my lip before speaking again. "It'd be so fucking hot. You've got a gorgeous chest and it would be something I could tug and pull. Drive you crazy."

"You already drive me crazy. Everything about you drives me crazy, Jasper."

I stared into the eyes of my lover, my boyfriend, my soul mate and saw myself reflected back at me. Everything I ever wanted was within my reach, my entire life rested in his heart. It had taken me awhile to realize it, that it was him that I wanted, that I needed, but once I had, I wondered how I had ever doubted us. All that I ever wanted was lost and then found, and it was all in him.

"I love you," I blurted out, blushing a bit at my emotions. His fingers caressed my cheek and he smiled.

"I love you, too, Jasper, so very much."

"Can I ask you something?" Nodding, he kept his eyes on mine, but I felt his hands wondering over my skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. "What if I don't make a good husband? What if I fuck it up?" My voice shook even though I tried to hide my insecurity.

"Impossible," he said confidently as his fingers weaved through my hair, playing with the ends.

"But what if I let you down?"

"No. Jasper, you could never let me down, ever. You'll make a wonderful husband, love."

"You will too."

He grinned. "I know. What can I say, I'm perfect."

"That you are, baby," I sighed, wrapping my hand around his neck to pull him to me for a long, deep kiss.

The sun had long since set, outside our room was engulfed in darkness. Edward and I lay naked on the bed, basking in each other and enjoying the rhythmic sound of the waves as the tide came in. Occasionally we could hear voices from people walking by but for the most part, we were alone. We kissed, we held, we talked, our bodies slowly recuperating from our fucking. We thought about going out for dinner, but lying in each other's arms seemed more important than food.

At some point, we fell asleep. I heard Edward's breaths even out, his lips parted a bit. The last thing I saw before my own eyes drifted closed was his beautiful face.

"Love you," I mumbled as I fell into the slumber that had wanted to claim me.

"**~~**"

The room was warm, the sun already up and streaming thickly through the sheer curtains of the sliding glass door, and I woke up to Edward's lips on my cock. I grabbed his hair, thrusting hard into his wet, hot mouth. Clenching my eyes, I felt his moans before I heard them, the bed jolting a bit from the way he was grinding his hips into it, seeking friction for his own cock.

"Fucking, God," I yelped when his fingers tugged at my sac as he swallowed around me. "Baby, so good, so fucking good."

Tightening my hold on his hair, I lifted my hips to meet his bobbing head, the way his lips slid over my rigid shaft bringing me to the edge quickly.

"Wanna hear you come," I told him and then felt his hips moving faster against the polyester bedspread. Releasing me, he rested his forehead on my thigh, his warm gasps washing over my fluttering hips. Stroking his head, I lifted mine to watch his body move. We had slept naked and uncovered all night; nothing hindered my view of his lithe body working himself to his orgasm. "That's it, come on, feels so good, come on, baby."

I saw one of his hands go under his body while the other remained wrapped around my cock. Thrusting his hips one last time, his body tensed and he let out a long grunt before his hips jerked and I knew he was coming, shooting his cum over the bed and himself.

"Yes, oh God, yes," he whimpered loudly.

Watching Edward get off was always so fucking hot, but his desperation then, the fact that he had barely touched himself was enough to bring to the brink even without his mouth on me. I felt his hand begin to pump me before he lifted his head and returned his mouth to my cock, lapping it once before crawling up my body until he was lying flush on top of me. The cum on his stomach spread between us, his semi- hard cock rubbing against my own aching one while his lips came crushing down onto mine. After tasting me, he moved his lips along my unshaven jaw and down my neck.

"So good," he mumbled against me, his hips grinding into mine, long upward thrusts pressed me into the mattress. "Wanna come?"

"Yeah," I gasped, one hand tugging his hair awhile the other gripped his shoulder, digging my nails into his pliable flesh. "Close."

"Shoot your load on me," he told me as he gradually eased himself down and shifted to the side of my body. Reaching down, I grabbed my cock, pumping myself hard and fast. Edward kissed my abdomen, licked my hipbone, and caressed my balls with his fingers. "Watch," he told me.

I lifted my head, my lip so tight between my teeth I thought I might bleed. I saw my own hand stroking, and Edward watching, his eyes dark with lust. He didn't even realize he was touching himself again.

"Coming," I growled as my cock twitched. Edward grabbed my hand, closing his eyes and opening his mouth, and directed my cock, cum erupting from it and onto his face, marking his cheek, nose and lips, his tongue immediately darted out to lick it off. Seeing his beautiful face streaked with creamy cum made my orgasm even longer and I groaned as I kept fucking my hand. "Fucking, oh my God, Jesus, baby." I fell back; gulping air as I finally released my cock, my entire body completely relaxed.

He climbed back up me, laying his head on my shoulder.

"Shower?" he asked and I nodded.

After we showered and dressed, we grabbed our wallets and the keys and headed to the car to go get some breakfast. We walked by another couple coming out of the cottage nearest to ours. They nodded hello and grinned knowingly at us.

Leaning to Edward, I returned their smile and whispered in his ear. "Do you think that's them?"

"Who?"

"The ones that heard us?"

He glanced back at them and laughed. "Maybe. Perhaps they want an encore."

"We can give them one later," I suggested. As we were getting into the car, a flash of long brown hair across the parking lot caught my eye and I stood by the car squinting behind my sunglasses at the familiar looking person.

"Jasper?" Edward asked from inside the car. Shaking my head, I got in and put the key in the ignition, Edward had been true to his word and was going to let me drive. "Something wrong?" he asked when I kept glancing out the rear window.

"No, but I swear I just saw Bella."

He laughed. "Probably just her evil twin. We've all got them, ya know."

"Yeah, I guess. Weird though."

I started the car and Edward directed me toward the quaint town of Portsmouth. We spent a few hours shopping in little stores, walking along the docks to see the tugboats and touring a rose garden. We ate lunch on a ferry, the ocean breeze keeping the summer heat at bay.

"It's really the best of both worlds here. The warm sun and ocean breeze without the dreariness of Seattle," I said as crushed the lobster claw and pulled the tender meat out.

"It is beautiful," he sighed, looking out over the water. He looked adorable with his plastic lobster bib on.

"You miss Seattle," I observed. Glancing at me, he debated on how to respond and he finally shrugged.

"I miss the ocean, but I've grown to love Texas. It's my home now."

I smiled at him, appreciating his honesty. "We can live anywhere ya know. I will go wherever you want to go. If you want to move back to Seattle, or here…"

"Honestly?"

I nodded, not really bracing myself, because I knew without a doubt that I'd be happy anywhere as long as he was with me.

"I've thought about it, and I did have an ulterior motive coming up here. We're only an hour north of Boston, which has some of the best hospitals in the world. I thought maybe we could check some of them out. I'd probably still have to finish my residency in Texas but after that," he paused. "You've mentioned going back to school for your master's, and well, they have fantastic colleges up here too."

I took a deep breath, not surprised by his words but digesting them before I spoke. "You name it, Edward. You moved to Texas for me, and I will forever be grateful. If you want to move up here, then so do I."

"Really?" he grinned, relief flooding his eyes.

"Really."

"Well, like I said, I will probably have to finish up my residency in Austin but once that's over…"

"If you got a residency up here would you want to move sooner?" I asked as I dipped the lobster meat into some melted butter. I sucked the meat into my mouth, the butter dribbling down my chin.

"Yeah, I think I would. Especially if you eat lobster more often."

"Then let's do it. Let's visit the hospitals, talk to whoever you need to talk to and see what happens. I can teach anywhere." I reached across the table and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. "Anywhere," I reiterated.

"I love you," he whispered. I couldn't help but grin, the warmth spreading in me, swelling in my chest.

"I love you, too."

After lunch we walked through a park, holding hands and stealing the occasional kiss. Edward bought me flowers from a stand on the street corner and made me try some Boston cream pie from a coffee shop. It was late afternoon we headed back to the cottage and I collapsed onto the bed while Edward went to the office. I barely recognized our door opening and closing. Less than a minute later, Edward was tugging my boots off.

"We got to get ready," he mumbled. Lazily, I sat up and yawned.

"Baby, nap first, dinner later, okay?" I fell back onto the bed.

"Nope. Get ready," he repeated. "I've got something special for you to wear."

Intrigued, I sat up and looked to the chair where he pointed. Lying over the back of it was a beautiful grey suit and lavender shirt.

"Where'd that come from?"

…did the package arrive?

He shrugged and went into the bathroom, grabbing a suit that looked almost exactly like the one sitting on the chair.

"Wait," I said, jumping off the bed and following him, only to be met with a closed door.

"Get dressed," he demanded, his voice muffled by the door. Sulking, I went to the suit and picked it up. It was silky and felt fucking expensive. I peeled off my tee shirt and undid my jeans, standing there in my briefs, I yelled to Edward.

"Should I shower?"

"Nah, we can do it later."

"Umm, okay," I mumbled and picked up the shirt, pushing my arms through the sleeves."Why aren't you getting dressed out here? You're acting like a bride," I chuckled. I was just doing up the pants when the bathroom door swung open and Edward stepped out.

"Jesus," I whispered, staring at him. His suit was the same shade as mine but his shirt was a light gray instead of purple. The cut of the suit was perfect, stretching across his shoulders and fitted at his waist. "You look amazing."

"Thanks," he smiled. "So will you once you're done." He motioned for me to hurry.

"What's the rush, reservations?" I sat on the bed and pulled on my cowboy boots.

"Sorta." He turned to me and laughed at my boots. "You can take the cowboy out of Texas but you can't take Texas out of the cowboy."

"Damn straight," I agreed. Standing, I grabbed the suit coat and slipped it on. Posing for him, I asked, "How do I look?"

"Breathtaking," he said seriously. "Let's go." He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the deck.

"Baby, I haven't brushed my hair or anything," I complained, following him.

"You're perfect just like that."

"Why are we going out here?"

"I want to walk with you on the beach, show you off before dinner."His hand held mine unusually tight, and I leaned into his weight.

"I think I'm showing you off," I said and smiled at a few other people we passed. He laughed and tugged me closer.

"Hey, love?"

"Yeah?"

"You know you are everything to me, right?"

"Yeah."

"Trust me?"

"Always."

"Good," he sighed and then pointed up ahead of us. Following his arm, I saw a few people gathered by some rocks about twenty yards ahead. One of them had long, brown hair.

"Oh my God," I whispered, squinting to make sure I wasn't seeing things. "It was Bella?" I looked at Edward but other than wearing a shit eating grin, he didn't say a word. "Why is she here?"

A flash of black hair and cowboy boots. A tall man standing proud next to one of the sweetest women in the world.

"Peter? Dad? Esme?" Stunned, I almost tripped and had it not been for Edward's steady hand, I probably would have. "Baby, what's going on?"

By then everyone had turned and watched us approached. Edward remained silent until we were almost standing in front of them. Esme had tears in her eyes, my father had his arm around my mother and Dr. C was grinning ear to ear.

"Hey," Bella greeted, throwing herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. Still shocked, I returned the hug.

"Hey, Mom, Dad," I said over Bella's head. She released me and moved to Edward, but Peter took her place, pulling me into a tight hug.

"About fucking time," he murmured in my ear.

"For what?" I asked, completely confused. He stepped back and eyed me, glancing at Edward.

"You didn't tell him?" Peter asked him and Edward grinned.

"Tell me what?" Before I got complete frustrated, Edward took my hand.

"Jasper, a few months ago you asked me to marry you and I said yes. Well, I really hope you meant it because this is our wedding."

"What?" I asked, looking around. Everyone looking back at me confirmed it. They were there to witness our wedding. "A wedding? Our wedding? Seriously, our wedding? A wedding. We're getting married? You and me? Married? Like legally wed? Til death do us part married?" I rattled endlessly.

"Love?" He tugged on my hand. Shaking my head, I turned to him. "You okay? This okay?"

I was surrounded by my closest friends and family, and I was going to marry the man I loved. He wanted to marry me, not just say it, but actually do it, be legally bound together as one. It was all I could ever want, what was there to not be okay about?

"It's perfect," I replied, kissing his forehead. I felt the relief flood him and he gripped my hand tighter. "Let's do this."

Hand in hand we took a step forward. My parents stood to our left while Edward's parents were to our right. Peter stood off to my side and Bella stood off to Edward's. A woman smiled at us, a small book opened in her hands.

"Welcome," she began, smiling at us. I felt Edward's grip tighten around my hand and I returned it. My heart beat was even, I had no doubt I was doing the right thing. "We are gathered together here to join Edward and Jasper together in marriage, to celebrate their love and lifelong commitment to each other."

I heard a few sniffles behind me and I glanced to my parents. My mother smiled, and while my dad would never understand how I felt about Edward, he was there.

"To this moment, Edward and Jasper bring the fullness of their hearts as their treasure to share with one another. They bring their dreams, which will bind them together. They bring their personality and spirit, which is uniquely their own, out of which will grow the reality of their life together. They will share successes and failures, health and sickness, sadness and joy. Together, their souls will unite as one. This relationship stands for love, loyalty, honesty and trust, but most of all for friendship. Before they knew love, they were friends, and it was from this seed of friendship that is their destiny. Do not think that you can direct the course of love – for love, if it finds you worthy, shall direct you."

Next to me, Edward took a deep breath and glanced up at me.

"The couple will recite their own vows."

Taking both my hands in his, we turned to each other and he began, his voice confident and smooth. "Jasper, the day you walked into my world will always be the happiest of my life, except for maybe today. There have been others that have rivaled it, but that is the one defining moment that led you to me and to our lives together. Since then, I have never even looked at another. You have owned my heart, my soul and my body. My life is yours, my heart is yours. Always, Jasper."

I panicked when I realized I had no vows prepared, but as I looked at my lover, his eyes shiny with unshed tears and full of pure love, I spoke from my heart.

"Baby," I said, using my nickname for him. "You're my everything. My best friend, lover, soul mate. You made me into the man I am today. For awhile I was confused, but it was you that showed me the way, had the faith to come after me, to make me choose you over fear. I know if I ever break again, you will be there to put me back together. Every day I am so thankful I have you in my life. Nothing will every compare to the way I feel about you. I will love you for all my days. Forever, Edward."

We turned to face the justice of the peace.

"Do you, Edward, take Jasper to be your husband, to live together in matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon him your heart's deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him as long as you both shall live?"

"I will," he replied, grinning at me.

"Do you, Jasper, take Edward to be your husband to live together in matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon him your heart's deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him as long as you both shall live?"

"I will," I answered proudly. The woman looked at Peter.

"What tokens of their spoken vows to they offer?"

Peter stepped forward and handed her our wedding rings. I raised an eyebrow at Edward and he winked.

"These two lives are now joined, wherever they go, may they always return to one another. May these two find in each other the love for which all aspire. May they grow in understanding and compassion. May the home which they establish together be a place that many will find a friend. May these rings on their fingers symbolize the touch of the spirit of love in their hearts."

She handed Edward my ring and he took my left hand, putting the ring at the top of my ring finger. Briefly, I saw an engraving on the inside of the band as he began to slide it down.

"Edward, will you give your ring to Jasper and repeat these words: I give you this ring as a reminder of the promises we exchanged today."

"Jasper, I give you this ring as a reminder of the promises we exchanged today."

"Jasper, will you give your ring to Edward and repeat these words: I give you this ring as a reminder of the promises we exchanged today."

Taking the ring she handed to me, I gripped Edward's hand, slowly sliding the silver band down his ring finger, his eyes never leaving mine as I spoke to him.

"Edward, I give you this ring as a reminder of the promises we exchanged today."

"May you always share with each other the gifts of love, be one in heart and in mind, may you always create a home together with love, generosity and kindness. In as much as Edward and Jasper have consented together in marriage before this company of friends and family, and have pledged their faith and declared their unity by giving and receiving a ring, are now joined. You have pronounced yourselves husband and husband, but remember to always be each other's best friend."

I stared at Edward as she spoke, my heart racing as she neared the words I had longed to hear. And there on a beautiful summer evening with the ocean waves as our music, we were wed.

"And so, by the power vested in me by the State of New Hampshire, I now pronounce you husband and husband, and may your days be good and long upon the earth. You may now kiss."

Glowing, Edward turned to me, his fingers reaching up to wipe the tears that had rolled down my cheeks away before wrapping his hand around my neck and pulling me to him for our first married kiss. Soft lips pressed against mine, sweet tasting and lush as they parted and welcomed my tongue briefly before pulling away. Our fathers clapped, our mothers cried. Peter slapped my back and Bella stood behind Edward with tears in her eyes.

Resting his forehead against mine, he grinned.

"We married, love," he told me as if I didn't know.

"We sure are, baby," I chuckled. "Thank you for this, Edward. I love you so much."

I felt the band around my finger, its weight comforting, forever a reminder that our love that had overcome our struggles.

"I'm yours in every way now, baby. You're stuck with me," I teased. We continued to ignore those around us, using those few precious moments to just be with each other.

"And I'm yours…always, Jasper."

Our lips met once again, as husbands, our entire lives spread before us, a future that would be faced together, always and forever.

"**~~**"

Thanks for reading!

There are still more outtakes to come, but I thought it was fitting for the boys to marry on the one year anniversary of the story. What can I say, I'm a sap at heart apparently! And yes, they married on the beach right near my house.

There is a new multi-chapter J/E slash story up on my profile called If on a Winter's Night…it's an angsty one.

Also, L&F has been nominated in a few categories in the Slash Awards: Best I love you, Coming Out, Hand Job, Wank (go Jasper!), First time, Dry Hump, Phone Sex and First Kiss…yeah, I noticed they were all the smut categories too. Guess Perfectward and Jasper are just frisky boys, eh? You can vote for your favorites here http:/theslashawards (DOT)blogspot(DOT)com/2010/08/now-voting-is-really-open(DOT)html