Rating: M

Pairing: Edward x Jasper

Warnings: Slash, some sexual content, angst, some minor violence, AU

My thoughts? Thank you GOD...I LOVE IT!!! And I did!

This story sets us up when Alice, in all her meddlesome ways, leads a wary Jasper to the Cullen coven. Jasper, still hurt, angry and bitter from his time with Maria and all her fuckedupedness, and how horribly she treated him, has led him to be scarred emotionally as well as physically, and he is very confused when he finds himself drawn to Edward in more ways than one.

The story is told only from Edward and Jasper's points of view. Oh, how I WISH the writer would let us into Alice's head! Sure, we see snippets of it through Edward's gift, but the majority of it, we are left lamenting to some degree. This is not a happy-happy-joy-joy story. It is very confusing, dark, and wholly worth the read. Here are snippets from both points of view:

Jasper:

“You’re so lucky, Jazz! Edward already likes you, but he's so angry I have to wait a full week before he’ll even talk to me!” Alice fell backwards onto our brand-new bed in a huff. “Can’t you just influence his emotions? It would make everything so much easier.”

I smiled, shaking my head, putting aside my book. The title? Psychopathia Sexualis. “No can do, darlin'. It’d be dishonest.” And some strange part of me wanted to have him like me, and only me.

And that desire scared me, floored me. It wasn’t acceptable --- it wasn’t right! --- and I couldn’t help but think the same thing over and over: no, no, no, no, no! I couldn’t explain it; all I knew was that the moment I first laid eyes upon his startlingly perfect figure --- enraged, butterscotch eyes; messy bronze hair that begged to have fingers running through it --- more importantly, my fingers --- piano hands; flawless white skin, kissable lips --- I wanted him.

Edward:

Only a whisper of feet hinted at his movement, and then I felt his muscular arms wrap around me. I leaned back in front of him, feeling his hard stomach against my back. “It’s alright, Edward. I understand.”

“What is this?” My relationship with Emmett or any other man had never involved any of these things. I only knew of relationships women had that were similar to this: hand-holding and hugs, the occasional kiss on the cheek.

And then I wondered if, this was the ragged path we were traveling upon, if we would kiss. The concept both terrified and delighted me, images of tenderly pressed lips against foreheads, cheeks, noses, and even lips dancing through my head --- tongues intertwined, lips locked in a heated, passionate battle --- in a morbid display of mutated passions. To my immense shame, I even felt slightly aroused at them. I shifted my hips in a weak attempt to dispel my growing erection. Behind me, Jasper purred softly, pressing his body even closer to mine; I could feel his own erection nestled behind me, and I moved a half-step away to regain control of my unpredictable body and mind.

Yes, I would have to depart at once. Perhaps Tanya could return the sense to my idling head.

“I don’t know.”

Whew...did it get hot in here or is it just me?!

Ungh...yes...it IS that hot. Alas, only one lemon before it all falls to shit. And falls, it does. In their lust, they seemingly fail to remember Alice, and in a state of Asswardness, Edward runs away, so similar to his run in "New Moon" leaving a broken Jasper, a broken Alice, a hurt Esme, Carlisle, Rosalie and Emmett behind. And where does he run? Where else? Yup. To the Volturi. And he stupidly makes a rash decision that I am afraid will NOT turn out so well for him.

So, grab a towel to sit upon, a box of kleenex for the clean up, and then for the tears, and prepare yourselves for the onslaught of emotions that will befall you as you have to IMpatiently await Klytie's next update.