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Bella

Stars twinkled, blinked, danced against a blanket of velvet. My arms, wrapped around the shoulders of this pale, cold stranger, tingled, my fingers were numb. An after effect of the smoke that had moments ago filled my lungs.

Speaking of strangers...

A pair of lips were melded against mine. A set of hands roamed my back, exposed save for a thin strap of suede holding the same material against my breasts.

I didn't know his name. A common occurrence in this era of free love.

His lips dropped to my neck, and my hands went to his hair, pulling his head up, away. His oddly golden colored eyes blurred with confusion.

"Bella," I rasped out.

"Jasper," he grunted. With a nod, I crushed my mouth to his feverishly. I slid my hands under the hem of his T-shirt and pushed it up and off, breaking the kiss only for a second. My hands roamed his chest, and I shivered at the coldness. It was impossible for a man to be *that* damn cold. Maybe I needed to cut back on the pot...

My feet were bare, and my toes sunk into the mud as I pushed against his chest. He fell back, landing on top of a rare patch of grass. One of the few that hadn't already turned to muck. I crawled up Jasper's body, my lips trailing up his chest, honestly not giving a fuck that we'd had to kick people out of the way to get enough room to stretch our bodies out.

Jasper groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair as my tongue circled one of his nipples, then the other, before straddling his hips with my knees and grinding down against him. May as well get straight to the point… He pulled against my hair lightly, and surged up to capture my lips again.

Janis wailed on stage, screaming out in her rough voice about her and Bobby McGee. I didn't give a fuck. All I cared about in that moment were the things that Jasper was doing to my mouth with his tongue, and his hands that were pulling at the string that held my top together. My hips gyrated restlessly against him, and I could feel him, fully erect, pushing back against me. The string came loose, and the flimsy top fell apart, exposing my chest for Jasper, and the rest of the world, to see. There wasn't even a pause in the noise around us. Jasper pulled away from my mouth, and pushed up on his elbows. Fire shot through my veins when he sucked a nipple between his lips, working it, flicking it with his tongue.

I went up on my knees, and snaked a hand between our bodies. I practically fucking purred in anticipation when my fingers trailed along his shaft, once I had gotten past the barrier of his jeans. Jasper growled against my flesh, and gave my nipple an extra hard suck. Hell, I had been hoping for a quick little bite. Nothin' fuckin' hotter.

Moonlight caressed our bodies as Jasper flipped us over, pressing me down against the grass and mud. His eyes glinted, charged with lust and something else that screamed MINE! as he stared down at me. I used my feet to push his jeans down passed his hips, to his knees, stroking him all the while.

He popped the button on my jeans, and I felt like I was going to explode as he slowly lowered my zipper. Jasper groaned when I used my thumb to spread precum over his thick head, and then brought my thumb to my mouth to lick it clean. His eyes followed the action hungrily. Seconds later, my jeans were down passed my ass, and I was kicking them the rest of the way off.

I cried out with pleasure when Jasper plunged two cold fingers deep inside of me. Priming me, testing my readiness. Satisfied, he licked his own fingers clean, and then guided himself to my entrance.

He filled me. Completely. Absolutely. Entirely.

I could have stayed in that moment forever. Lying buck-ass naked on a mound of grass and dirt, surrounded by people, looking up at Jasper as he settled himself inside me. The indigo, silver dotted sky played as a backdrop.

He moved and I cried, "Fuck!" as tiny explosions went off in my belly and shot to my fingertips. My nails scratched along Jaspers back, finding no purchase. My hands went into his unruly, wild, golden hair and pulled, merely because I had to anchor myself to something.

Jasper moaned and brought my legs up around his waist, grabbing onto my thigh as he plunged deeper, deeper, then receded with excruciating slowness. I still pulled at his hair, and his lips dropped to my neck, licking, sucking, nipping. Jaspers pace increased, and his chest rumbled with long, low groans.

The coil in my belly wound tighter, and tighter, and tighter, until it snapped and I exploded with a scream, clinging to Jaspers solid body. My orgasmic high was a hundred times more potent than any drug.

Jasper still thrust as if there were no end in sight for him. His chest rumbled louder, harder, and ever so slowly, pain began to mix with the pleasure of my post orgasmic bliss.

Then a shit ton of pain.

Then I was clawing against him, clawing against my neck where his mouth was still attached to the tender flesh.

Fire. In my veins as Jasper pulled away, pain etched on his face, eyes impossibly crimson. He was still fully inside me as he leaned in, and whispered in my ear.

"I am so very sorry." The words meant nothing. My fingers still scrabbled against my neck, now coming away bloody.

"I am so, so very sorry," he said again. He pulled out of my body, and hitched his jeans back up as he kneeled between my legs.

Night air rushed cool against my skin as he lifted me in his arms, one hand covering my mouth to stifle the screams clamoring up my throat. Then he was walking, weaving through the endless crowds. Then he was running.

Pain unimaginable.

And still, he ran.

I was laid in a bed of soft feathers and silk, and still the fire rampaged.

Voices. Loud, angry. Shattering glass, splintering wood.

Soft murmurs in my ear. A soothing voice, drenched in honey.

Countless hours, days, years -whatever- I still burned.

And then it was over.

I sat up, and looked around at the unfamiliar room, at the people surrounding me, blinking my eyes owlishly in disbelievement. My voice was strange as it rang out.

"Fuck the weed. I need to cut back on the goddamned LSD."