His Butterfly

xxxii. return

Mariposa giggles as Jasper throws her shirt carelessly behind her, hitting the floor with an audible thump. They reattach their lips as she grips his hair tightly in her grasp, his hands gripping her thighs. She pulls away, after a moment, to breathe, and trails her lips down his neck, sucking on the pale skin creating a purple mark, but it soon fades. He groans with his head tilted to the side as he drowns in the pleasure of feeling her against him.

The newlyweds had just recently returned from their honeymoon two weeks ago. They stayed longer than the normal honeymoon. The two stayed in Argentina in their little cozy apartment, that Jasper had bought prior to their wedding, for a month. They probably spent far too much time exploring each other's bodies—just like they are now—instead of exploring the brunette's home country. But then again, Jasper is more of her home to her than any other place could be, physical or mental. He's her favorite place to be. It didn't matter to her where they were, whether it be somewhere in Rome or Forks, as long as they were together, she could care less.

Her lips leave marks on him and she smiles at her work before Jasper realizes what she did and grins up at her. "You're going to regret doing that." He says playfully.

He flips them around and her back hits the mattress, laughter leaving her as he places his lips on her skin, returning the favor of what she did to him. Her hands find his messy hair and tugs on it with her eyes closed in bliss, sighing softly. Jasper traces his lips down her jaw to her throat to her neck to her shoulder and to her collarbone before returning back to her slightly swollen lips to see her bottom one in between her teeth.

His thumb pulls it from her hold with a pop! resonating through the room. He connects their lips again as he situates himself in between her legs. A soft moan leaves her when he enters her, the lace undergarment that once separated them gone. Jasper watches as she pulls away from him and turns her head to the side, pleasure written all over her face. Her hand finds his wrist and she holds onto it as if to anchor herself. Just as she's about to come undone, the sound of Jasper's phone ringing interrupts the moment.

"Ignore it." Jasper whispers as he resumes his movements.

Mariposa tilts her head back after he eagerly reconnects his lips under her jaw, biting her bottom lip to stifle her sensual sounds. Their hands are intertwined by her wavy tresses, which are sprawled out on the pillows. And for the second time, just when they're both getting into it again, Mariposa's phone rings.

They both groan, Mariposa pushing Jasper off of her to grab her cell from the bedside table. "You have impeccable timing, E." She scowls at her bonded Moroi.

"I just followed Alice's orders." Edward chuckles as he flips off Emmett after hearing his teasing thoughts. "And as much as I know you two might want to get back to your little party, Alice wants you both here. And tell Rose to let me hold my niece. I'd like to spend time with her before leaving."

Mariposa falls back down on the bed with a groan, rolling her honey brown eyes. Jasper lays on his stomach as he stuffs his face into the pillow, not bothering to come back up for air. "I forgot about the decorating. And Rose, let the man child hold the little child." She says.

"I say you have about three minutes to get here before she loses it." Edward throws back at her, smiling at Sophia as Rosalie begrudgingly hands her to him. A small cough and sneeze leaves the small child before she places her head on his shoulder.

"We'll be there soon." She grumbles, looking over at Jasper to see him already putting on his clothes.

"Right now!" Alice yells over Edward's shoulder. The brunette sighs and flips her phone shut, hanging up the call.

Mariposa walks up the porch steps and sits down, watching as everyone continues to set up the wedding for tomorrow. Alice is directing orders left and right whilst Bella is trying on heels, much to Mariposa's amusement. She lets out a huff as she almost falls in them and looks at Alice with a frustrated look.

Alice sends her a sheepish smile. "Uh... you just have to break them in."

"I've been breaking them in, for three days." Bella throws back at her. "Can I just go barefoot?" She asks, more like begged. Mariposa lets out a laugh when she sees the look of horror on Alice's face. She didn't understand how hard it is to walk in heels, but then again she has been wearing them since she could walk—her mother practically shoving them on her as soon as she took her first step. She feels Bree sit down next to her with a quiet sigh as she tucks her knees to her chest.

Ever since Jane had decided to show mercy, Bree had become closer to the Cullens. Mariposa has gravitated towards her as if she were her own child—blame her motherly instincts—while Matei helps her with turning to the animal diet since the newborn was still struggling with her urges. He also helps her understand the definition and the pull of being mates. Understandably, she was confused at first but slowly and surely, she's getting a hand over it. Mariposa looks after her, which Bree appreciated deeply.

"No! Absolutely not!" She shouts.

Bella sighs as she gestures to the Cullens who move around the backyard, decorating for the second wedding of the year. "I'm just thinking it's a little much, you know? The shoes, the dress, and all of this."

Mariposa whistles lowly as Jasper walks by carrying a log over his shoulder that no doubt weighs more than him. He sends her a wink in response, a burst of fluttering butterflies erupt in her stomach. Even after three years together, he can still make her feel things she can't even explain. Beside her, Bree sticks her tongue out in feign disgust.

"No, it's exactly enough. Tomorrow will be perfect." Alice assures her with a gentle smile and a tap to her head.

"Don't worry, Bella." Mariposa sends her a mere glance over her shoulder to face her soon to be sister-in-law. "It's not as scary as it seems. Trust me."