Fic: Said and Done (25/25)

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Said and done

Synopsis: Graduate students Edward and Jasper feel the connection, but is it enough to overcome their differences? (E/J slash, vamp/human, comedy/romance, rated NC-17)

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Chapter 25: Epilogue


A/N: So, this is the end of my story, but as you'll read below, it is not the end of theirs. There are some wonderfully ridiculous outtakes I have written. Check the Masterpost above for details.

More at the end...

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Chapter 25: Epilogue

Jasper's toes.
Jasper's feet.
Jasper's ankles.
Jasper's calves.
Jasper's knees.
Jasper's thighs.

I skipped over the parts covered by the gym shorts I'd slipped onto Jasper for modesty's sake.

Jasper's navel.
Jasper's abdomen.
Jasper's chest.
Jasper's heart.
Jasper's shoulders.
Jasper's arms.
Jasper's hands.
Jasper's neck.
Jasper's mouth.
Jasper's nose.
Jasper's eyes.
Jasper's hair.

Once I reached the very top of him, I reversed direction.

Jasper's hair.
Jasper's eyes.
Jasper's nose.
Jasper's mouth.
Jasper's neck.
Jasper's shoulders.
Jasper's arms.
Jasper's hands.

I didn't dare tear my eyes away. I watched Jasper's flesh as it slowly became paler, and stared as, degree by degree, his body became more angular.

Jasper's heart.
Jasper's chest.
Jasper's abdomen.
Jasper's navel.

Now the beginning of the third day, my eyes had made this journey 179,213 times as I sat with him, listening to his heart, holding his hand. Family members came and went from the room, as did regrets and fears. But also present was hope. And longing. And most of all, love.

Jasper's thighs.
Jasper's knees.
Jasper's calves.
Jasper's feet.
Jasper's toes.

As I began again, I wondered what changes I'd see this time, the 179,214th time I'd scan his body.

All I knew is that each time, in ways almost imperceptible, he became even more beautiful.

Jasper's toes.
Jasper's feet.
Jasper's calves.
Jasper's knees... ... ...

XXXXX

I listened as Jasper's heart beat for the last time.

Suddenly, there was nothing but silence as Jasper lay motionless before me, his eyes shut tight, his hand still in mine.

Moments passed.

Nothing.

More nothing.

Seconds ticked by.

Nothing, nothing, oh my god, noth—

"Dude!" Jasper suddenly sat straight up and opened his eyes. "I bet that's what the people in Pompeii felt like when Vesuvius erupted and they were burned alive back in 79 CE!"

And thus, vampire Jasper was born.

XXXXX

Jasper looked up at the tall pine tree and raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked. "That's your fantasy? To have sex in a tree?"

I nodded. It was actually to do so in this particular tree, but he didn't need to know that. It had grown considerably since the last time I'd visited, but it was definitely the right one.

"Well then, off we go," he said, as he started to climb. I followed closely behind him to take advantage of the view. As he climbed, I heard him singing.

"Edward and Jasper, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes cum, then comes changing from vamp venom..."

I rolled my eyes. "Careful of that branch to the left, it's almost completely broken," I interrupted him. Having been responsible for that damage myself, I knew to avoid it.

"This okay?" Jasper asked, as he stopped a few branches higher and looked around. "Hey! You can see into the bedrooms of the house from up here. In fact, there's almost a perfect view of the bedroom I stayed in that last winter I was human."

He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. "But I'm guessing you knew that?"

I shrugged. "Maybe."

He smirked. "What did you see?"

"Well, um...I watched you one night. You Googled me. And you were only wearing your underwear at the time," I admitted. "But I only did it once, I promise. Are you mad?"

Jasper laughed. "Nah. But I'll tell you what, most nights I did more than Googling when I was thinking of you. Too bad; it's kinda hot to think you might have been watching."

"Well, um, that guest bedroom you stayed in is vacant right now," I pointed out. "And what good is being a vampire if you can't sneak into people's homes to masturbate next to an open window so your vampire lover can get off on it once in awhile?"

He chuckled. "I thought you wanted to bend me over a branch and take me high up in a pine tree?"

I thought for a second. "We can save that for another day. We have plenty of time."

He thought for a moment. "What the hell? Why not?"

He grinned, and started to head back down the tree. "Enjoy the show," he winked as he jumped the rest of the way to the ground and took off toward the house.

I wondered if, four years later, the pillow still smelled like my human Jasper.

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I clapped like crazy when Jasper's name was called. He rolled his eyes at me, but smiled as he walked across the stage to accept his diploma.

Even though he'd wanted to skip the ceremony altogether, I insisted we attend. I had taken one graduation ceremony away from him when he was turned and couldn't return to classes right away. I never wanted him to miss another.

Though he'd gotten several other degrees since his change, this was only his second doctorate, and I knew he was proud of it. The novelty would probably wear off for him eventually, as it had for the rest of us. But for now, if degrees made him happy, I'd support him 98.4%.

The other, more selfish 1.6% of my mind simply hoped he'd want to do nothing but have incredibly amazing sex repeatedly for the rest of time.

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Emmett looked up from his magazine. "Don't you just love it when Jasper sucks on your balls?"

I looked up from my book in alarm and realized he was serious. "You're reading Sports Illustrated magazine and thinking about what Jasper and I do in bed?"

Carlisle coughed behind his newspaper. "Not just in bed."

I winced. That one time Carlisle had stumbled upon us out in the backyard had been a bit awkward.

"No," Emmett said, oblivious, as he flipped the page of his magazine's special swimsuit issue. "I'm thinking about how fucking amazing it is when Rosalie does it. But I figured Jasper must do it too."

"Oh, well, it's none of your business," I replied. "So go back to reading about balls because I don't feel like talking about them with you."

"Never mind then. I just thought maybe we could compare notes," Emmett shrugged and turned back to his magazine.

But then Carlisle spoke up. "Well, I thoroughly enjoy it. It makes sense, if you think about it; there are tons of nerves down there. The posterior scrotal nerves, for example—"

"I can't do this," I announced, getting up from my spot on the floor, suddenly wishing I'd accompanied Esme, Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper to BestBuy instead of staying behind.

"You don't want to learn about the nervous structure in the male genital system?" Carlisle asked.

"I really, really don't," I told him, heading for the stairs to my bedroom.

But once I got to my room, I immediately booted up my laptop, of course. Just because I didn't want to talk about testicles with Carlisle, didn't mean I was going to turn down any information that might help me bring Jasper to greater heights of pleasure.

I was opening up my Internet browser when Carlisle called to me from downstairs. "Make sure you Google 'perineal nerve'. You'll get better results."

I sighed and closed my laptop. Was nothing sacred?

XXXXX

We lay together, cuddling after a particularly satisfying bout of sex, during which Jasper had literally fucked me so hard, I'd accidentally cracked the headboard with my elbow. At least now it sort of matched the one at the foot of the bed, which Jasper had dented last week.

Physically sated, my mind was safe to wander as I rested within Jasper's arms.

There was Esme's birthday to think of. Long gone were my solo piano works composed in her honor. Now she delighted in the duets she received at every holiday.

Years ago it had become tradition for Jasper and me to write something together for her. Usually the duets included Jasper singing and playing the guitar, whereas I'd join in on the piano and sing harmony only if absolutely necessary. Jasper, however, was no longer allowed to write the lyrics, the prohibition coming not long after he'd penned the lines "Naked on the beach of Esme's Isle, Rolling in the sand with daddy Carlisle, Making love to the tune of the waves and the wind, Celebrating each other as you kissed, sucked, and sinned," which he'd sung while playing the ukulele for her anniversary.

Apparently, while I loved Jasper's clever rhymes and delicious innuendo, Esme was not as much of a fan.

And then, of course, there was the matter of location. It would soon be time to move on yet again, as we'd been in Ithaca for several years now. Carlisle had suggested moving to Alaska, but Emmett and Rosalie had indicated they might live off by themselves for a year or two near Mt. Washington. Jasper and I had never lived separately from my family. I wondered what he thought of the option.

"Hey Jasper?" I asked, twisting to look at him. "Do you want to go to Alaska with Esme and Carlisle?"

He buried his nose in my neck. "I was just thinking about that."

"And?" I prompted.

He hesitated for a moment. "Well, I was kinda thinking it might be fun to travel a bit."

"Did you have somewhere specific in mind?" I asked.

"Well, I was thinking maybe Turkey? I'd love to spend some time at some of the archaeological sites, and there are a few ancient cities that are now underwater, so I was thinking those would be cool to investigate now that I don't need oxygen, ya know? And you might be interested in studying the local music?" he said.

I narrowed my eyes. "You just want to sit in the Turkish baths with all the mostly naked men, don't you?"

He laughed and kissed my shoulder. "You never change."

I sighed. "Alright. Turkey it is. It's pretty sunny there though. We might have to spend a lot of time inside," I pointed out.

"I don't think that will be a problem," he said in a low voice, running his finger up my spine. "I can think of plenty of ways to keep occupied."

I shivered a bit under his skilled touch. "In that case, how soon can you be packed?" I asked, suddenly looking forward to our next adventure.

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Jasper and I were running through the woods, hunting along the Allagash River in northern Maine late one autumn afternoon.

"Moose and squirrel?" I teased.

Jasper scrunched up his nose. He hated moose. "Let's head south further and see what we find?"

I easily agreed. Hunting with Jasper wasn't exactly a chore, and we'd already fed once, which had taken the edge off.

In fact, as I watched Jasper running, flushed from the recently consumed blood and simultaneously graceful and powerful in his eternal form, I wondered if he was dead set on having another drink, or if he might consider a different sort of dessert.

I ran to catch up with Jasper, but stopped just short of doing so.

"You're so fucking hot when you run," I whispered from my place right behind him. "I want to rip your clothes off and take you right here on the forest floor."

I tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear and nipped at the lobe.

"That sounds nice," he said after pretending to think it over for a few seconds. "But you'll have to catch me first."

And with that he raced off full speed through the untamed forest, skirting the river's edge as it veered west.

Of course, I had no choice but to follow him as he ran off into the sunset.

I'd never had a choice when it came to Jasper.

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A/N: There was an interesting discussion on Twitter recently about whether Twilight was primarily the story of a girl and a boy falling in love or the story of a human and a vampire falling in love. I guess I don't necessarily feel the need to decide, but with "Said and Done," I hope I wrote both (well, a boy and a boy, and a human and a vampire) for you—and maybe we had a few giggles along the way.

Before we wrap this up, I do have a few people I want to acknowledge.

So, to start, I really do think that the greatest gift a person can give is his or her time. We only have so much of it, you know? And so I really want to take just a moment to thank those who gave of their time and talents to this fic. I'm honored and grateful for every minute.

First of all, sincere thanks to each of you who read what largely amounts to 25 chapters of pure silliness. If I could, I'd send each of you a snippet of Velcro to remember Edward and Jasper by, as one reviewer suggested.

Thanks to VampthenewBlack and Beautifulfigment for making banners and avis for these boys. I mean, who else has banners featuring blueberries and pine trees and Velcro?

And many, many, many thanks to those who pre-read chapters at one time or another along the way, including Bookjunkie1975, Yogagal, Missyfits, and especially theladyingrey42. Your honest feedback was invaluable to me and made this giant pile of crazy so much better than it otherwise could have been.

And finally, to the person who spent endless hours correcting commas, fixing verbs, offering suggestions, and providing encouragement: Thank you, TwilightMundi. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

So, just a few final words of advice: Always, always eat your blueberries. Don't be afraid to hump a little pine when the occasion warrants. Always use a condom. And above all, respect the 'cro.

Thanks for reading. :)