It's been a year since Tatum and her family moved to Forks and the only way to celebrate it is with a whole bunch of unneeded drama. But then again, who doesn't like a little bit of drama?
An unknown stalker, reunited best friend, a loving nephew...
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Jasper and Tatum lay on the Fernsby couch with Avery-'bug'-tucked in between them. The three spoke no words as The Princess Bride plays on the TV. The last kiss scene plays and Tatum sneaks a peek over at her lover to see him already looking at her. They smirk at each other (a/n: big dick energy much?) before looking down at the toddler. He was out cold.
"You or I put bug away?" Jasper asks, playing with Avery's little fingers.
"How about you put him in his bed and then we meet back up in my room?" she suggests, unwrapping the blanket from around her legs. "Good? Good."
She walks into her room and heads into the bathroom, starting the water in her shower, turning it into a bath. A bubble bath. Even better. She starts to take off her clothes but is stopped when Jasper walks through the door. He instantly covers his eyes as soon as he sees her without a shirt.
"Darlin', what are you doing?" Jasper exclaims monotonously.
"Oh please, Jas, you've seen me naked. I was gonna leave my 'undergarments' on if that helps your dirty conscience," Tatum teases, slipping off her shorts and socks. She takes out her ponytail and shakes her hair loose.
She looks at her significant other and sees his jaw dropped, "When did you get that?!"
"Huh?" Jasper gestures to her underwear and bra. It was the red lacy ones that Rosalie and Alice insisted she get. "Blame your sisters."
"More like thank them," Jasper says, admiringly looking her up and down. "May I join you?"
"Do you have extra whitie tighties?" Tatum teases, slipping carefully into the bubble bath and turning off the water. "Be my guest."
Jasper's clothes literally fly off, leaving him in some slim, black boxers. Tatum leans back and admires the man. "Like what you see, darlin'?"
Tatum watches intently as Jasper slides into the tub across from her, his long legs going on either side of her hips. She nods, pulling her knees up to her lace-covered chest, "Delicious."
He laughs, shaking his head with a smile, "How would you know how I taste?"
"Like this," Tatum leans forward, onto her knees, and kisses Jasper feverishly. She pulls away but is quickly reeled back in by Jasper. He places his hands on her hips and pulls her into another, a small noise emitting from him. Tatum pulls back with a shocked smile. "Was that...Did you just moan?"
"Be quiet," Jasper says, placing his finger under her chin and leaning forwards. His kisses become pecks. Pecks all over. Her lips. Her nose. Her forehead. Her cheeks...her neck. It was beautiful.
Tatum takes a strand of his honey curls and tugs it gently, making him lean back just a little. The two connect eyes. She admired the way his eyes matched his hair so perfectly. The way his lip quirked up whenever he smirked. The way his skin unconsciously prickled up when she touched the rough skin of his arms and shoulders.
It was like he thought of her. Her hair used to be a dark blonde, but now it was a light brown. Her hazel eyes were beautiful, even with the small indent above her eyelid. The uneven freckles dotted all over the bridge of her nose. The way her one shoulder instantly tenses from when she was accidentally attacked by Paul.
They were beautiful.
The two continue their *ahem* make out sesh until they hear the doorknob wiggle.
"Tatum? Are you in there, honey?" Henry asks from outside the door.
Tatum and Jasper freeze in their spot, lips still attached to each others. They separate, causing the tub water to splosh, and talk in hushed whispers.
"Your dad is home!"
"Why didn't you hear him?!"
"I was a little distracted, darlin'!"
Tatum splashes Jasper lightly, accidentally getting his face. The vampire spits water out and wipes his face dry. Tatum giggles, apologizing quietly.
"Tatum? Are you okay in there?" Henry asks, waiting for his daughter's answer.
She hesitates, looking at her lover for help, he shrugs. She glares at him before making something up. "Uhm...yeah, just taking a bath."
"Okay, dear. Just make sure you don't fall asleep in there," Henry says, voice holding in a chuckle. "Just make sure I don't have another grandchild before fifty."
"What...What do you mean?" Tatum asks her dad, unconvincingly displaying confusion.
"Jasper's car is parked out front and he's not in your room," Henry says, making his daughter blush furiously. "I used to do way worse things when I was your age anyways."
"GOODBYE DAD!"
"Goodnight, dear."
Tatum waits until she no longer hears her dad's footsteps. She leans forward, unknowingly showing her cleavage to Jasper. He looks respectfully at her smiggle biddies. Tatum giggles, splashing him again lightly.
