You'll See

Hello again, guys! Well, it's been a long run. This is literally the longest thing I have ever written. A total of 136 pages in Word.
Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed it. I'm still working on I'll See, of course, along with a few other things that have popped in my head. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten it!
I wanted to let all my readers know, even if you read my other stories, that I've enjoyed all the reviews to this one. :) Y'all are awesome, I must say, and very supportive.

btw, I thought a link to a picture of Jasper's motorcycle would be cool, so here it is:
http://www.bikez.com/pictures/suzuki/2006/22607_0_1_2_boulevard%20m%2050%20black_Image%20credits%20-%20Suzuki.jpg





We walked through the woods to the clearing from our house hand-in-hand. We would drive Jasper’s motorcycle back, as he had decided to keep it. I was concerned that Jasper knew nothing of the flowers, but I knew they were there. I had smelled them, for goodness’ sake!

I looked to the other end of the clearing. The weeds were gone, as were the marigolds and a few other flowers. All that remained was a single bush of gardenia and patches of tulips.

“See?” I asked, pointing to the beautifully pungent blooms.

Jasper’s gaze followed the direction of my hand, but his eyes roamed, searching. Couldn’t he see them?

“Do you see them?”

He gazed at me sadly and shook his head. His worry flowed over me, as did his concern. “I don’t see anything, love.”

“But they’re there!” I ran forward and plucked a gardenia blossom and held it gently in my hand. “Do you see it?”

“Whitaker,” he said, his tone serious, “you’re not holding anything.” His hand covered mine, passing through the thick, ivory blossom.

Fear clutched at my heart. “Then why do I see them? Am I crazy?” I knew, if I needed to breathe, I’d be hyperventilating.

“No, I don’t think so. What do you see?”

“Gardenias and tulips.”

“What do they mean?”

“Joy and hopelessly in love.”

“Ok. What—”

“But the other day, it was like an entire garden.”

“What?”

I described each of the flowers I had seen a week ago and their meanings.

Jasper’s expression was thoughtful when I finished.

“What?” I asked.

“What if…the flowers are telling you something…”

“How?”

“I don’t know, but it seems like…the flowers you keep seeing are my emotions. I think your subconscious links them to something you know and lets you see that…”

“But I feel what you’re feeling.”

“Maybe seeing the flowers helps you understand better, since you know the language of flowers so well.”

“But I only see them here.”

“You also call this my clearing.”

I nodded, though I was still worried I might be crazy.

I felt his lips on my forehead and his arms around my waist.

“You’re not crazy,” he whispered. “And even if you were, it wouldn’t change how much I love you, how much I am in love with you, how happy you make me, the joy I have because I have you… I love you so much, Whitaker.” His lips pressed sweetly against mine.

“I love you, Jasper, my treasure.”

He smiled a beatific and radiant smile, one that seemed to erase all his past hurts.

Our lips met in a passionate kiss, but Jasper pulled back after a moment.

“You’re not getting a peep show this time,” he growled.

I raised an eyebrow and he nodded behind me. I turned and saw a forlorn little squirrel watching us. It seemed…disappointed?

“That same damn squirrel has been here every time we are,” Jasper clarified when I looked back at him.

“So…we have a stalker squirrel?”

He nodded. The squirrel was still watching us.

“Maybe we should just go…”

Jasper took my hand and pulled me out of the clearing. The squirrel leapt after us, but we shooed it away. It chattered at us for a moment before bounding away.

I met Jasper’s gaze and we both busted out laughing.

“Let’s go to the house and get your motorcycle,” I suggested.

He growled playfully at me and took off for the Cullens’ house.



Jasper rolled a sleek, black 2005 Suzuki Boulevard M50 from the garage and straddled it. A little old school compared to some of the other vehicles around the house, but it was a beautiful machine nonetheless. He handed me a black helmet, secured his own, and patted the leather seat behind him.

“Come on, love,” he urged. Hesitantly, I mounted the motorcycle behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my body against his. “Hang on tight.” The engine purred to life and he revved it, causing us to shoot down the drive. I clung to him a little tighter, though I knew I had run faster than this before.

The rumbling motor sent vibrations throughout the entire bike that went straight to my groin. Coupled with Jasper’s close proximity was too much, and I could feel myself hardening against his lower back. He must have felt it, too, there’s no way he couldn’t, because a chuckle resonated through his chest.

“We’ll be home soon,” he called. Even with the wind rushing by my ears, I heard him clearly.

I only nodded into his shoulder.



When we reached our house, Jasper didn’t park in the driveway. Instead, he drove around to the small backyard, shutting off the engine under the cover of the trees.

I dismounted and removed my helmet, but Jasper didn’t follow. He was watching me hungrily as he unbuckled his helmet.

“Strip,” he commanded. I shivered and set down the helmet, suddenly glad we didn’t have any neighbors. Slowly, I followed his orders.

When I stood naked next to the powerful motorcycle, I felt Jasper’s hands at my waist; he had moved quickly, leaving the bike to stand on its own.

His breath washed over my ear and his clothed body pressed against my own nude form. The rough denim of his jeans rubbed across my rump, making me shudder in anticipation.

“You are gorgeous, love, standing here naked and hard for me,” he purred, kissing below my ear. “I’m ready to make some new memories.”

“What do you want me to do?” I breathed.

He smirked against my skin. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He led me to the bike and instructed me to straddle it and grab the handlebars. I did, and he pushed on my shoulders until my cheek was against the gas tank and my erection was pressed into the leather seat.

I shivered at the intimate feel of the soft leather and its almost…rubbery texture.

Jasper ran a soothing hand down my spine and over my cheeks. He leaned closer, nipping my neck, and kissed the shell of my ear.

“Hang on tight, love. I’m going to take you on a ride you’ll never forget,” he growled.

I heard the rustle of clothing, the snap of a cap, and felt a slick finger press into my entrance, stretching me unnecessarily and increasing my anticipation.

“You’re torturing me, treasure,” I moaned. His hand pulled away.

“That was never my intention, love,” he murmured in my ear. The bike shifted as his weight settled behind me. He teased me further, barely caressing my skin with the head of his erection. “I only wanted you to anticipate…this.” He punctuated his words with a quick thrust forward.

I gasped and moaned as he suddenly filled me so completely. There was no waiting as he began a fast and pounding pace; I loved it. My hands tightened on the handlebars as Jasper leaned over my back, which caused him to hit my prostate just right. I cried out in pleasure, my body bowing beneath his.

“You’re so tight, Whitaker. Fuck, you feel so good. I love filling your tight ass with my big cock.”

His words were too much; I groaned as my cum spurted against the leather and my stomach. Jasper didn’t slow his pace.

The near-constant brushing of my prostate sent shocks over my body and up my spine that were borderline painful. In retaliation, I tightened my muscles for each inward thrust, dragging low moans from Jasper.

He removed my hands from the handlebars and pulled me up against his chest so I was practically in his lap. He throbbed and pulsed inside me, but he didn’t cum, even when his movements stilled completely.

“Do you love it when I fuck your ass?” he breathed in my ear, kissing my neck. I whimpered. “You must, since you’ve already cum. Tell me… I want to hear it.”

“I love it when you fill me with your big cock,” I panted. He thrust up into me. “Unh, so full…”

“What do you want me to do?” His hand drifted down, stroking me to hardness once again.

I whimpered again.

“Tell me, love.”

“Fuck me. Hard. Fast. Please,” I begged.

“As you wish.” He placed my hands on the gas tank and wrapped his own around my waist. “Are you ready?”

I nodded and tried to push back, but I got nowhere.

He kissed my shoulder and complied with my request. I gasped as he moved deep within me. The motorcycle shook with our movements.

His smooth, quick thrusts soon became erratic and jerky. One hand tightened on my hip while the other wrapped around my erection.

“Jasper,” I moaned when I felt that all-too-familiar tightening in my lower abdomen.

“Almost there, Whitaker,” he panted, tightening his grip again. “So close…”

“Me, too. Come for me, treasure.” I tightened around him as the taut coil below my stomach released along with my second orgasm. Jasper shuddered his release behind me, hugging me to his chest.

He pulled from me after a few moments and lifted me from the bike. I was suddenly pulled into a passionate kiss that had my knees weakening.

“I love you,” he whispered against my lips.

“I love you, too,” I replied.

“Come on.” He led me into the house, tossed our clothes into a hamper, and took me to the bedroom.

He pulled me into a hug and laid down with me against his side. I snuggled closer and kissed his shoulder.

As soon as I was settled, though, he turned on his side so we were facing each other. He kissed me gently and pressed our foreheads together. His thumb brushed over my cheek with a tenderness I didn’t think he was capable of when I first met him. I smiled and returned the caresses.

“I have some questions,” he murmured.

“Okay.”

“Do you know I love you?”

“Yes.”

He placed a sweet kiss on my lips. “Do you love me?”

“Of course.”

Another kiss. “Will you love me forever?”

“Always.”

His gaze lowered and he didn’t kiss me this time. “Will you ever leave me?”

I lifted his chin so he was once again looking into my eyes. “The only thing that could make me leave is if you forced me to. And even then, I’ll be there for you.” I smiled as he continued to stare into my eyes, looking for any falsehoods. “I’ve heard it’s really difficult to change a vampire, especially if they have their mind set on something.”

Finally, he kissed me again.

“So where do these answers leave us?”

“Wherever you want them to,” he answered readily.

“Hmm… I want them to leave us where we are comfortable in our standing with each other. No insecurities, or at least fewer, because I’m not going anywhere.”

“Neither am I.”

“I want to be with youJasper, and only you. I love you, treasure."

His eyes seemed to brighten with impossible tears. His happiness flooded through me, doubling and adding to my own.

“I feel the same way,” he murmured.

I mentally laughed at my inner insecurities that he would tire of me. There was no way I could ever stop loving him, so those insecurities didn’t matter.

“There are so many things I could see happening in our future.”

“Like what?”

“You’ll see,” he grinned.

And I smiled back, content with his answer because we had all the time in the world.

“Oh, yes,” he flashed a sexy, teasing, and promising smirk. “You’ll see.”

The End





I almost feel sorry for the squirrel... I wanna trade places! lol It was inspired by on of my reviewers. *cough*Song of Time*cough* And I thought it'd be funny...
So...what do you think? Fair ending? I thought I should end it light.
If you want, I could possibly extend I'll See beyond this, but I'd need some ideas. (hint, hint) ;)
Let me know what you think. :)
elvinwitch--I mentioned the flowers a few times earlier in the story and hinted they might come up later. :)
DBZchick--I thought this should have a happier end than Music did...
Song of Time--I'm capable of writing many different things. I like changing it up. And I've actually met people like Whitaker...and nobody's perfect.
kagecat--Thank you! It makes me all bubbly inside when I hear someone has recommended something I wrote. :) And I'm glad you like it. :-D