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Loved And Lost	By : MissiYoung Category: Twilight Series > Slash > Edward/Jacob Views: 6899 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Loved And Lost
- 2-Reconnection
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Thoughts in italics.
Chapter Two: Reconnection
Jasper and Emmett were waiting by the road when we pulled off and helped us unload. They laughed when they realized what we had with us; not just tents and sleeping bags and food but also camping stoves and lanterns and other creature comforts. We lacked only plumbing and electrical appliances and that was only because we hadn’t thought to bring our magical tents with us. I would not let Edward carry anything, despite his protests, and our children agreed with me, the youngest two herding him through the woods to where their Aunt Rosalie awaited them.
With fourteen of us working together we had three tents put up fairly quickly; the children, Rosalie and I put Edward in charge of reading the directions. He did that in Gaelic, but freely told us what idiots we were in English. Emmett grabbed the closest boys, Neo (our Emmett) and Zed (our Jasper) to help him collect firewood while Jasper and Rosalie spread their scent around as a warning to large predators. It wasn’t strictly necessary but we appreciated the intentions so we didn’t argue. Finally, less than an hour after parking the car, we were settled around a warm fire ready to catch up. I held Edward close to me, as I always did. Our children sprawled across the ground, not caring if their clothing was dirtied; it would wash. The other Vampires sat on camping chairs we’d purchased, looking as though they had a million questions. Finally Rosalie started.
“I have the most perfect and gorgeous nieces and nephews in the world. That much is clear. So…which one is which?”
Since she only knew that we had one named Mary Alice we all laughed but the kids went through an old ritual they’d started in their youth (for reasons only they understood).
“My name is William Atra Masen, I am the eldest, and I answer to Lee.”
Lee had my black waves, which he grew to his chin, and eyes a beautiful shade of green Edward assures me came from his side of the family; they had in fact been Edward’s own eyes at one point. As if I needed another reason to love them.
“My name is Carlisle Anthony Masen, I am second, and I answer to Lyle.”
Lyle also had my hair, which he kept very short. His eyes were mine as well, chocolate brown that tinted black in anger. From Edward, however, Lyle got his pretty pale skin…and his ability to sparkle.
“My name is Elizabeth Rebecca Masen, I am third, and I answer to Leza.”
Leza had Edward’s coppery highlights in a way that turned her thick waves into a dark auburn waterfall that hit her waist. She had my complexion and Edward’s human eyes and, all in all, kept her brothers and parents on their toes where boys were concerned. She liked them. They liked her. We did not like any of it.
“My name is Emmett Noir Masen, I am fourth, and I answer to Neo.”
Our Emmett was a study in opposites when compared to Edward’s brother. According to Edward his mother had possessed brassy red hair and dull green eyes, complete with pale freckled skin on a tiny frame and an accent. Neo didn’t have the accent, and his eyes were more of a hazel, but otherwise he apparently looks just like her.
“My name is Jasper Edward Masen, I am fifth, and I answer to Zed. Shut up, Riley.”
Zed’s nickname had started as a joke thought up by another Vampire, one named Sanguini who was his Godfather; for some reason it had made Riley giggle since she was a toddler. It was a joke Sanguini shared with Edward; something about hippies and the seventies, long before my birth. It made them happy, at any rate. Zed’s name had nearly been changed as he grew older, and I made many mock accusations that my son was truly the son of my friend Harry. Zed had Harry’s messy black hair, brilliant green eyes, skin with only a kiss of olive…Sanguini, Harry’s husband, did not find this as funny as Harry and I did. Neither did Edward, come to think of it…
“My name is Charles Drake Masen, I am sixth, and I answer to Les.”
Les was the spitting image of Billy Black, except he had Edward’s nose and jawline. He even grew his hair out when I told him how I remembered his grandfather wearing it.
“My name is Esme Rachael Masen, I am seventh, and I answer to Res.”
Poor Res looked exactly like me, and as she grew I ofter teased her that she could walk onto the Quileute reservation without anyone being the wiser. This led to the elder children calling her the res girl, and the name stuck.
“My name is Sarah Susan Masen, I am eighth, and I answer to Sissy.”
Sissy looked remarkably like my elder sisters with her straight black hair (she kept it in a bob most times, having no interest in styling it) and nearly black eyes. Her skin, on the other hand, was a beautiful peaches and cream she must have gotten from Edward though he swears none of his family members had it so nice. Sissy had many friends because she was the sort of pretty girl who was more interested in being beautiful inside than out.
“My name is Mary Alice Masen, I am ninth, and I answer to Riley.”
Riley was Edward down to the honey colored eyes, even keeping her hair no longer than chin length. She had her own personality and never let anyone put her in a ‘box’ so to speak.
“My name is Rosalie Haley Masen, I am tenth, and I answer to Rosie.”
Rosie had long black hair, highlighted with red, and green eyes. Her skin was a deep olive and had very dark freckles that made her self conscious. As a result she spent more time with books than people, though she could certainly carry a conversation when she wanted to.
Rosalie’s eyes filled with emotion as the children introduced themselves, and she began crying quietly when Rosie finished. I knew it was because they all had family names; one even carried her own. It was Sissy who got up first and moved to comfort her Aunt, though the other kids weren’t far behind. Jasper and Emmett were visibly surprised at how quickly the children moved but I did not think on it; they would learn how Vampiric the kids could be as time went on. I just held onto my Edward while we watched our new family meet his old.
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Esme and Alice were sitting in the dining room with Bella, silent, when the Cullen/Hale Vampires returned. They were not surprised by the anger Emmett and Rosalie showed, but Alice was visibly upset by the coldness her husband turned on her. Rosalie began speaking when Carlisle entered the room.
“I am getting the tent and I am staying with the Masen’s.”
Jasper and Emmett echoed the intention and Alice turned betrayed eyes on Jasper. Bella started complaining but Rosalie cut her off, turning angry eyes on her father.
“We turned our backs on them, not the other way around. In spite of that they still love us; I am not throwing that away again. They have ten kids, Carlisle. Ten children that they gave family names to. They have a Billy, a Charlie, a Sarah, an Alice, a Rosalie, an Emmett, a Jasper, an Elizabeth, an Esme, and a Carlisle. They never told those children that we threw them away; they made it sound like they decided to leave on their own. They protected their kids from rejection and never once told them anything about us that would make us seem like anything less than loving family members. That’s what I’m going to be. Plus Edward’s pregnant again, and I am not going to miss the birth of another family member.”
Esme began crying again and Alice looked tortured. Carlisle’s face grew sad. Bella started shrieking again about how they’d both betrayed her and Jasper moved quickly, grabbing the young Vampire in a clearly threatening manner.
“You are not to speak of my brother again. If it wasn’t for you he never would have left. I despise you.”
This was clearly news to Alice and Esme, and even Carlisle seemed surprised at the level of blame and animosity Jasper held for the once human girl they’d known. Rosalie turned to Bella, glaring, and wasn’t the least bit surprised when her glare was returned; there was no love lost between the two women.
“You have never done anything positive for this family; you just kept whining to become a Vampire until we had no choice because you put all of our lives in danger. I’ve been stuck with you because I haven’t known where Edward was so I could know where I was going when I left. Now I do and you’ll never have to worry about seeing me again.”
Emmett spoke up, having been quiet during everything.
“Let her go, Jasper. Rosie wanted to borrow those Civil War journals of yours, let’s go get them. Then you can come help Rosalie and I pack.”
Jasper let go of the youngest Vampire in the room and moved quickly to Emmett’s side before meeting his wife’s eyes.
“We’ll pack my things too. I am not deserting my brother again.”
Alice gasped, shaken at the thought of losing her husband. Esme cried at the thought of losing most of her children. Carlisle looked stunned at the thought of everyone leaving because of one person the family had taken in decades earlier. The young looking doctor had been devastated to lose his son, now he was losing nearly everyone he cared about. This was something that he clearly needed to think about; would he survive losing more of his family?
**
Edward and I had sent the children off to bed while we spent time alone by the fire, waiting to see who would return. The rain had stopped for the night, so far as we could tell, but the air was still wet where it pressed against our skin. We heard the changes in respiration that told us our children were sleeping, and we had no idea when Edward’s siblings would return.
It didn’t take us long to forget they were coming back.
It started with a gentle kiss, Edward thanking me for the child that now grew within him. It never takes much for me to get lost in Edward, or he in me, and that is exactly what happened. A single gentle kiss led to another and another still, and soon our shirts were on the ground beside us. I was stretched out on the blanket we’d been sitting on for the entire evening, Edward above me. His hands danced over my skin, his teeth teased at my neck and chest and shoulder; never breaking the skin, but always heating my blood with that hint of danger. While in human form my nails were not enough to break Edward’s skin, but they were strong enough to disturb the surface tension so I pressed into Edward’s lower back with them. His groan was quiet in deference to our sleeping children but the heated look he gave me raised my desire higher still.
His lips locked onto mine with one of those addictive kisses before wrenching away and moving down my body quickly. When I felt his tongue on my skin halfway between my ribs and my navel I knew he was teasing me; very few things turn me on more than Edward’s cold tongue bathing my overheated flesh, and he knew it. I was ready to beg, promise him anything and everything if he would move that tongue where I wanted it most. Or just move it at all; the teasing bastard was holding completely still. I knew he was waiting for me to either start moving myself under his tongue (which had been a game of ours for several years a decade or two earlier) or start begging (which was a game of ours at all times). I wanted to hold out but never could against Edward.
“Please, Eddy.”
I arched my back while I whispered; eyes forced open so I could gaze on him. My Edward is always beautiful but to see him in a moment of passion is so intoxicating I try to keep my eyes on him at all times. It is good that no one else knows what he looks like in times such as these; I would have to kill them for trying to steal my husband. Edward pressed his cool face into my stomach to muffle his laugh, telling me that he’d been skimming my thoughts. When he had himself under control he stared up into my eyes, meeting my amused gaze with one of his own.
“They couldn’t ever handle me, sweetheart. I promise I’m all yours, Jakey.”
I smiled at him then, a lecherous smile designed to keep the mood light and my Edward playful.
“Well then why don’t you come make sure I’m all yours, too?”
**
Jasper POV
When I left the house I had to work hard to block out the sadness and despair coming off of my wife and parents. Rosalie, Emmett and I had all of our possessions with us; we would never again return to our family home as anything other than guests except to get our cars, provided they allowed us to. I had hoped that Alice would join us, would choose me over Bella, but I hadn’t expected it to actually happen. What Alice felt for Bella wasn’t sexual but it was strong, stronger than what she felt for me at times.
“You ok?”
We were crossing the back yard at a human pace, ignoring the sad gazes of the assembled Vampires and angry gazes of the Werewolves equally. Emmett walked to my left and Rosalie, who had spoken, to my right.
“I will be. I’d rather be single with people who love me than have a wife who doesn’t.”
Emmett didn’t look at me, and I felt no pity from the two protecting me from the desperate emotions of those we passed. I nearly jumped when Emmett put one arm around my waist, and Rosalie slid one around my shoulders.
“We love you, Jasper, so don’t worry about being alone. Just think of all the nieces and nephews you’re gonna get to spoil!”
Emmett didn’t bother to keep his voice quiet, though it didn’t bother me to hear a broken gasp I recognized as Alice’s come from behind me at the large Vampire’s words. Feeling slightly spiteful, I wrapped my own arms around the waists of my companions.
“I know you do, and I love you guys, too. It’s good to know there are people I can count on in this world.”
We sped up as we hit the tree line and were quickly closing in on the clearing; I stopped about twenty yards away, overwhelmed by the emotions saturating the area. There was some very heavy lust, but the strong purity of the love I could feel was what stopped me. My companions stopped as well, turning back to find out what was wrong, so I told them. They turned calculating eyes in the direction of the clearing before Rosalie spoke.
“We’ll go hunting; get the kids and Jacob something fresh for breakfast. That should take three or four hours.”
Emmett and I exchanged a look, knowing it would take less than one, but agreed with the blonde and set our things against a tree before taking off back into the forest. I barely heard Edward’s thanks before we were out of range.
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Jacob POV
Edward had let me know when his siblings arrived, and he let me know that they left again; I could hear them talking, but he’d heard them coming several moments earlier. He said that Rosalie told him mentally that she thought we needed the time together before everything crashed down and we were glad she thought so. I had no problem with Edward’s siblings coming to live with us-in fact I believed they’d love the island-but some time together at this point would not go amiss.
I was even happier when Edward’s tongue slid up my abdomen to my neck, where he once again pressed his teeth. When he rubbed his cold length against me I forgot they’d ever been there; even through our pants his natural chill could heat my blood.
“I need you, Eddy.”
I was whispering again, but we often whispered in our lovemaking; our mutually sensitive hearing made anything loud an uncomfortable experience that had no place in our bed. I ran my palms down his back and teased at his waistband with my fingertips.
“Please, Eddy, I need you so much. It’s been so long.”
And it had been. I’d topped exclusively the entire two months we were trying for a baby and now that we knew he was having one (or more, it was too early to tell) I wanted to feel him inside me desperately. I moved one of my teasing hands to his chest and let it slide quickly downwards until I was boldly cupping his cool length through his jeans.
“I want to feel you pushing inside me, barely prepared, stretching me until I burn.”
My whispered words had the intended effect; Edward ripped off my jeans with no thought to their cost or the fact that I would be unable to put them back on once they were in tatters. He dashed into our tent for the lubricant we never traveled without, getting back before I had the chance to miss him. His mouth crashed to mine harshly while one finger entered my body without warning, causing that harsh burn I cherish during our rough times; while I enjoyed our sweet times equally, our rougher moments appealed to the both of us because we knew no one else would have been able to handle it (being nearly indestructible had its perks). He used lots of lube but only one finger before I felt myself being roughly speared; I couldn’t contain my groan at that, pushing down both to relieve the intense pressure and to get more of him inside me. He didn’t wait, didn’t give me time to adjust to having him within me once more before he was moving. The rhythm he set was demanding and I moved against him in counter-point, matching his thrusts with my own. Then his mouth opened and the possessive filth I found so intoxicating spewed forth. While he talked he adjusted my hips for his own pleasure, using my body to please his; and by doing so, bringing me untold delight.
“God, you’re so hot. Such a slut, aren’t you, Jakey? My slut…my whore…I’m going to fuck your ass raw so you don’t forget who you belong to…gonna come on my cock, aren’t you Jakey? Your ass is so tight…gonna fill your ass with cum so everyone can smell me in you and knows who you belong to. You’re such a cock hungry slut you wish you had a cock in your mouth while I fuck you right now, don’t you? My Jakey wants a huge cock fucking his mouth while I pound his ass.”
My moaning had been fairly quiet until then, but that question and the memories it brought up caused me to moan slightly louder; fifteen years or so earlier Edward and I had decided to spice up our love life by bringing in someone to fuck our mouths while we fucked each other. That was the rule-the extra person only got our mouths, and only for one night. We had both enjoyed it enough to do it several times over a three year period, but I had gotten off on it harder and more frequently than Edward. His bringing it up now meant that he was close to orgasm because he knew what those memories did to me. It worked; I tensed and came between us with no direct stimulation at the memory of a thick weight in my mouth (and shoving down my throat if I was lucky) to counter-balance the one in my ass. My orgasm brought forth Edward’s, whose hips pumped erratically until he was spent. I held my husband to me, loving him more for trusting me to take his weight without question. After several minutes of basking in our completion he spoke.
“It’s been awhile since we brought someone else in. We should do that again.”
I chuckled tiredly.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
After a few more minutes the romanticism of my orgasm wore off and began to become uncomfortable to the both of us so Edward pulled both off and out of me, grabbing a forgotten bottle of water that was still half full and his discarded t-shirt to clean us up. Once he was finished he completed the silly ritual we’d started when we’d taken one another's virginity; he lifted my legs slightly and pressed a gentle kiss of thanks to my now well used hole.
**
I am not coherent in the mornings. Therefore it wasn’t until I was finishing my third cup of coffee that I realized that the person who’d followed me into the woods with hand sanitizer, a toothbrush, and a water bottle was not my husband. Rosalie hadn’t made a big deal of it, simply squirting the sanitizer on my hands once I’d tucked myself back in and handing me the prepared toothbrush on our walk back, and it caused me to wonder for a moment what I had missed. I decided that Edward would tell me if it was important and rededicated myself to infusing my body with caffeine. I was glad we’d thought to buy three percolators; all ten of our kids had inherited my caffeine addiction. As it was we’d gone through nearly an entire can of coffee, and I knew we’d make a good dent in our second by the end of the day; I made plans to hit the grocery store again and buy out their entire stock. Edward shook in silent laughter beside me, having caught the edge of my thoughts.
“Good plan, Jakey.”
His voice was quiet and teasing, but it got an immediate reaction from the brats masquerading as our children.
“Ugh, no!”
“Seriously?”
“There are children present, you know!”
They all had something to say, and took it upon themselves to explain to their Aunt and Uncles despite the protests Edward and I gave.
“They only call each other ‘Jakey’ and ‘Eddy’ when they had sex.”
I glared at Lyle, who was not fazed, and sighed when Edward wilted into me slightly. Wrapping an arm around my husband, I tried to comfort him as best I could without knowing which hormonal stage he may be at. He was naturally emotional anyway and pregnancy turned those emotions into a weapon his own body used against him. Nothing I said was working, so I finally tried a concentrated thought using one of our longest lived mutual fantasies for inspiration.
‘We could always ask Jasper to let you give him a blow job while you ride me. I bet we could get Emmett to cum over your face, too.’
It worked; his mood brightened noticeably, and I could smell his instant lust milliseconds before anyone else could. Thankfully the children didn’t comment on it this time, but his siblings were giving him odd looks out of the sides of their eyes. I could understand their confusion; he was on the verge of tears when suddenly out of nowhere I had a slightly giggly and very affectionate husband crawling into my lap. I subtly waved off their attention while I continued to supply Edward with mental suggestions and the occasional picture, all of which just made him giggle harder and press his lips (and sometimes his teeth) to the skin of my neck. At least he calmed down without bloodshed this time; that would not be the case as the pregnancy advanced. My last thought made him burst into hysterical laughter, but at least the emotional crisis was over for now.
‘Think we could get the Volturi to stay away until you get to the angry stage?’
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