A/N: This was originally an FGB futuretake written for tby789. Thank you to FGB, tby789, and TwilightMundi.
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I'd spent part of the day with Alice and Rose, just puttering around and doing a little Christmas shopping. Jasper was at practice with the team and Edward had graciously agreed to stay home with the baby. I couldn't be gone for too long, as I hadn't yet pumped enough milk to leave for more than a few hours, but the time I snuck away with my best girl friends was priceless.
Alice dropped me off at our house when we were finished. Holding my keys in my hand to keep them from jingling, I unlocked the front door. Quietly, I stepped inside, closing and re-locking the door behind me. I laughed to myself at Edward's insistence that we keep the door locked, even though we lived in one of the nicer, gated neighborhoods. Toeing off my shoes, I listened for any telltale sign of where Edward might be.
Music was coming from down the hall, so I walked toward the sound. As I got closer, I could hear Edward's piano and recognized the notes as Esme's song. It wasn't live though, so I figured Edward must've been listening to the playlist he compiled while the baby was still in utero.
Smiling, I turned the corner and paused at the sight before me. Edward was indeed in his office, naked from his scrub bottoms up. Emma was on his chest, pink frilly diaper cover over her cloth-covered bottom. They were blissfully asleep, the small infant's legs curled up underneath her, hands folded beneath her face like an angel as she slept.
Jasper was sitting in a chair kitty-corner from the couch, book in hand, watching as they slept. His smile was wide and loving when he saw me. Inclining his head to the chair next to him, he issued a silent plea for me to sit. As I did so, I extended my hand across the armrests and our fingers laced together as the last notes of the song played.
"Have you been watching them long?" I questioned, whispering.
He squeezed my hand before replying. "Just a few minutes. I got home and took a quick shower before coming in here."
"They've been asleep that long?"
It was kind of adorable how Edward loved to sleep with Emma on his chest. They had each bonded with her in such different ways, just like their personalities. Edward would talk about how important skin-to-skin contact was, and her development and milestones. He would bathe with her when he had the time, and they spent as much time together as they could just curled next to each other. Jasper, on the other hand, loved to read to her and move her body, stimulating her muscles and talking about soccer stats. He loved to snuggle with her, too, and it had been beautiful to watch him blossom as a dad.
I shifted in my chair, watching Jasper nod in response to my question as the strains of Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah" began. Tears began to pool in my eyes and I rubbed my thumb along Jasper's palm. A gust of air came from my lungs as I watched Edward and Emma. The site and sounds were overwhelming and I was suddenly having a physical reaction to them other than the tears.
"Shit," I muttered, pulling my hand back to adjust the pads in my bra.
Quietly laughing, Jasper touched my arm. "You okay? Can I get you anything?"
"Yes, an awake baby to help me deal with this," I said, motioning to my overflowing breasts.
Just then, the tears spilled from my eyes as I sat back in the chair and watched my three loves. My eyes moved from Edward and Emma to Jasper, then back, as I listened to the hauntingly beautiful song. Willing my breasts to stop leaking, I set my elbows on my knees and looked down at the ground.
Jasper's hand rubbed slow, gentle, soothing patterns up and down my back. My thoughts shifted to how our family had changed, and how Rose and Alice were dealing with their own changing family.
When Jasper slid his hand under my shirt, I sighed. The contact felt nice and I appreciated it. I'd been cleared to be intimate a few weeks before, but we had so much going on in our lives that we had only been able to sneak little pockets of time with each other. My eyes closed and I began to relax against his touch.
Slouching forward, my body resting on my upper legs, I let my arms dangle from my body. A loud whoosh of air gusted from my lungs and I heard shuffling moments after. Cursing to myself that I'd woken Edward, I lifted my head up to look at him.
"Sorry," I said softly.
"Are you fucking kidding?"
His smile let me know that he was glad to see me, and he briefly glanced at Jasper and me. The sound and vibration from his voice woke Emma and she stretched on his chest, arms going opposite directions as her legs kicked out from beneath her. In that moment, she looked slightly like an alien, limbs akimbo and unbalanced. Edward smiled at me as he placed a hand on her back, ensuring she wouldn't fall. His lips met her forehead and he closed his eyes, inhaling her baby scent, as he always loved to do.
"Freak," I teased. "Stop huffing the baby and give her to me. I've got dinner ready."
Sitting up, I slipped my shirt off. My nursing bra wasn't the sexiest, but I was okay with it. It wasn't the most hideous I'd seen, either, thank God.
"I can see that."
As he spoke, his eyes roamed and he licked his lips. Jasper and I just laughed, but my brain started to work overtime and my heart beat just a little faster in anticipation. We were all home, and I knew that Emma would be awake for a bit after nursing, but then it would be bedtime. My entire body tingled, the hormones kicking into overdrive.
Shelving my dirty thoughts for later, I reached out for the baby. Edward sat up and brought her to me, his fingertips teasing my breasts as he placed her in my arms. I mock scowled at him as he sat back on the couch, and then shifted to coo and love my little one.
"Mommy missed you today," I whispered, kissing each of her pink cheeks.
My hand that wasn't holding her body securely to mine unlatched my bra cup and I positioned her to nurse, talking and touching her the whole time. As soon as she latched on, I tilted and positioned our bodies together, leaning back in the chair. One of my hands rubbed her sparse hair while the other held her tight.
"She has my hair," Jasper said. Laughing a little, he played with a grouping of curls on her head.
"She has my nose," countered Edward.
They both half-nodded, as if it were possible she was simply part of both of them, then shrugged. I giggled at the irony of the situation.
Watching Emma nurse was pure joy for me, once I'd gotten the hang of things. Her little nose would bob close to my breast, tongue and lips working together to provide the nourishment she needed. As she ate, we'd look at each other in wonder and amazement, usually with one of the boys around to help and keep us company.
"Do you need some water?" Jasper asked quietly, his hand coming up over mine on top of Emma's head. Sometimes they had to touch me to get my attention and it always made me laugh; Em and I would just get lost in our own world of each other, requiring contact to break my brain free.
"That would be great, thanks babe. Lots of ice, please."
Standing to get my drink, Jasper gave me one last broad smile and left the room. Edward quickly stole his spot, curling as close to me as he could get from the next chair over.
"I missed you today," he said. His lips found my neck and he nuzzled close to me.
"I can tell."
I couldn't help the small laugh and I turned my face to meet his. He peppered soft kisses all around my face, his nose and mouth marking every available surface with affection. Once he reached my lips, it was a slow, sweet kiss that he graced me with; nothing too dramatic due to our circumstances just then.
Emma's little fingers found my large digit and curled around it, and I shifted my gaze back down to her. Jasper brought my water in, glass full of ice as I had asked, and sat on the arm of the chair.
"My goodness, you are one lucky baby to have these daddies who love you so much," I cooed. "I'd be a little jealous right now if I didn't know just how much they loved me, too."
And I truly did feel loved in that moment, flanked by Edward and Jasper, our new baby curled in my arms.
After swapping sides and making sure Emma was good and fed, I handed her to Jasper to burp. Watching him nuzzle and snuggle with her was just as amazing as watching her with Edward. Where some husbands checked out during this time in a newborn's life, I was so glad that both of them felt so clearly connected to her, especially given our unique circumstances.
Jasper carried the baby into the kitchen, then set her in the swing. The three of us made dinner and interacted with her periodically, each of us taking on certain tasks. We talked about our day as we ate together, small, gentle touches between the three of us.
We made our way to the living room after Jasper changed the baby's diaper. Em and Edward played on the floor while Jasper and I watched from the couch and cuddled. Very subtly, his touches were shifting from the tender caresses of the last few weeks into something more. The reverence was still there, but there was need and passion behind it, too.
I felt the same way, the same need and pull, but I was a bit confused and a little scared, if I was being honest. I wasn't sure what postpartum sex would be like, and I was nervous. What if things had changed so drastically that sex wasn't pleasurable anymore, for any of us? The thought made my stomach churn. Logically, I knew I'd need to face my fears at some point, and that time seemed imminent, between the boys' eagerness and my own.
After I gave my little love a quick bath, I changed her into warm footie pajamas and we sat in the glider in her bedroom. We talked, sang, and absorbed ourselves in each other again as she nursed once more before her bedtime.
"Good night, sweetness," I whispered.
Placing one last kiss on her little nose, I laid her in her crib. Double-checking her monitor was on, I tiptoed out of the dimly-lit room. Edward had insisted on a fancy monitor with a camera and I laughed as I walked downstairs to them, remembering her first few nights in her own room. The three of us were huddled around the display, watching it like a reality TV show in our own house.
The boys weren't in the living room, so I wandered to the bedroom, the next likely place for them to be. Sure enough, they were huddled in bed, lying on top of the comforter, watching a movie. They made room for me and I curled up with them, sort of half laying on each of them.
Edward's fingers were running through my hair and Jasper was rubbing my calves, which ached from the earlier shopping. My eyes closed and again, the touches slowly drifted from care taking to sensual. From easing the tension to ramping it up. Relaxing my entire body, I sighed a happy sigh and lost myself in the sensations.
Our bodies shifted and I felt my clothes being removed, heard the rustling of the linens beneath me, the movement of other articles of clothing. Still, each moment, there were hands, mouths, and tongues on my body somewhere. Each time I felt the desire course through, however, the anxiety was right behind it.
Before I had time to get too lost in my worries, someone's lips were at mine. The kiss began soft and slow, but quickly multiplied in intensity. Another set of lips joined us, and I felt whole. Complete. Right.
Allowing my hands to roam freely, I touched and loved them. Hoping in the back of my mind to ease my own fears just a bit with these non-verbal reassurances, I leaned into the kiss. Tilting my head, I licked Jasper's lips, my eyes fluttering open. He was smiling at me, and I could see Edward's hands on both of our bodies, stroking and touching us.
Jasper's mouth left mine and I felt him moving lower, the rough surface of his tongue leaving a tingling path on my skin. My hips arched, clearly having a mind of their own, and I fought to repress a moan as his hands reached the apex of my thighs.
Exploring, his fingers touched and teased me as Edward's mouth met mine, a hand on my breast. I was nervous about that, too; how would they react if I suddenly began to leak? It wasn't like they hadn't seen it happen a hundred times, but this was new territory. What if they thought, in this context, this situation, it was gross? I couldn't exactly turn the milk production off...
"Stop, sweetheart," Edward whispered. "I can see your wheels turning. Let go. Let us love you."
His mouth was moving, teasing the rest of my body as he spoke. Each wet kiss he placed heightened my senses even more.
"God, you are so gorgeous. I don't think we tell you that enough ever, but especially lately," he said, lips wrapped carefully around the swell of my breast. "It's not just your body, either. You fucking glow, your happiness radiates through you and illuminates all of us."
Edward's tongue swirled lazily around my erect nipple. My body tensed as he slowly surrounded the flesh with his lips and teeth, then tugged gently. I could feel the reaction happening before I could stop him, and his words soothed me again; I needed to trust them. They were smart men – you turn the tap on, the faucet's going to leak.
Relaxing back into the mattress, I felt Edward's mouth vibrate against my skin, in pleasure or approval, I wasn't sure. His teeth released the pebbled nipple and he placed a soft kiss at the wet peak.
Jasper's hands were still teasing me, exploring the new body I owned. He ghosted them over my legs, my thighs, my stomach, up to where Edward was on my breasts, everywhere. Everything was more: my body, their touches, the sensations from being with them.
Taking a deep breath, I let out a whimper on the exhale. As nervous and scared as I was, the need for them was beginning to outweigh my worries.
"Poor baby. Are we teasing you too much?"
Jasper's cheeky voice taunted me, his hot breath swirling between my legs, exactly where he knew I wanted him. His fingers ghosted over my flesh again, then his mouth reached my center, tongue flicking out to slip between my lips. My hand, which had been running casually through Edward's silky hair, tensed and tightened around his locks. My body tensed, pushing up into Jasper. A laugh came from him then, directly against my clit, and I moaned.
My hand left Edward's hair and moved lower on his body; if they were teasing me, the least I could do was return the favor. It was all so much, too much, maybe. I wanted to find some way out of my body, the over-sensitized and unfamiliar shell of skin that was causing me to panic and fly at the same time.
"Oh God," I breathed.
It must've sounded pained. It was pained, the strain of their slow, lingering tease winding my body tighter and tighter. Not just that night, but the tease they'd built over the last few days. My palm pressed against Edward's erection before my fingers wrapped around him. They weren't firmly gripping, just skimming the smooth surface of his hardness.
Edward's hips pressed forward and pulled back, pushing him into my hand, each of us finding a rhythm, as Jasper slipped a finger, two fingers, who knew, inside of me. Again, I was disoriented with the intensity of it. How could it feel so new when it was something we'd done countless times before?
My head twisted side-to-side as I lost myself in the pleasure. I let go of Edward and fisted the pillow above my head with both hands. Bending my knees, I drew them up closer to my body, rocking my hips against Jasper's face. Edward was kissing me slowly, a broad smile on his face as he touched my whole body. When I dared to look down, my gaze sweeping over the no longer mostly taut skin of my stomach, I could see one of his hands in Jasper's hair, and I groaned. Watching them show affection for each other was like my Kryptonite, never failing to make me weak in the knees.
Jasper used his tongue, mouth, and fingers to expertly coax an intense orgasm from my body. Only once I began to come down did it even occur to me that I'd been rather loud, and might've woken Emma. The lack of having to watch my words and volume in the past crept up on me, and I cursed. Sitting up, I realized that my breasts had begun to leak. Great, just great.
"What's wrong?" Edward asked, noticing my annoyance.
"Well, I just screamed so loud I'm sure I woke Em. Now my tits are leaking like I'm a milk factory. Seriously?"
I sighed, frustrated. I couldn't believe we were going to end our night already, either from baby interruption or body.
Abruptly, I was lying back on the bed, confused. My body was being attacked, in the best possible way.
"Em isn't even close to waking up, Bella. And fuck me, this is hot."
Jasper's words reassured me, but I wondered if he was just trying to appease me. Then I felt and saw the fervor with which he attacked me and I knew there was no faking that sort of reaction. His tongue lapped at my nipple, Edward's on the opposite side. As they quickly dealt with the small amount of milk that had leaked, I found myself lost again. The sensation of their mouths around the sensitive areola, licking, sucking, and biting as their hands roamed, was too much again.
Having no idea what the plan was going forward, I simply let myself touch them again. I had one of them in each of my hands, stroking them slowly and in sync. I needed more, so much more from them. My eyes connected with Edward, and his expression softened, as if he could see all of the need bursting out of me.
As Jasper moved up to hold me, Edward shifted his body to cover mine. He was kissing my neck sweetly, softly, and then interspersing gentle bites. Jasper moved so that I was lying on top of him, his knees raised on either side of my body, my back against his chest.
My body was responding to Edward's fingers and hands, exploring and exciting me again. Finally, I felt him rub the tip of his erection up and down once between my lower lips before he pushed slowly into me. Our bodies were aligned so that Jasper was touching my breasts, mouth kissing and nipping at my skin, as Edward slowly made love to me.
Edward's body lowered, pressing the three of us closer together, and I wanted more from Jasper. Lifting my upper body, I whispered into Edward's ear, my fingers touching his hair.
"I'm going to roll over, okay?"
He was still inside me, still stroking in and out of me, carefully driving me insane.
"Are you sure? This night is about you. Jasper knows that, too," he whispered back quickly.
I hummed in agreement, then added, "I'm sure."
With those words, I bit down on the side of his neck a little harder than he might have expected, I guessed from the yelp he let out. I laughed, and it was nice. They were both being respectful and worshipful, which was wonderful considering my energy level wasn't exactly where it had been before, but that didn't mean they couldn't both have fun, too. I needed, in every sense of the word, each part of both of them. I needed to reconnect, to remember our relationship, and to remind all of us of what we were to each other in our private sanctuary.
Edward moved back slightly, withdrawing from me so that I could turn as I'd requested. Moving Jasper's hands from my body, I turned and faced him. He looked confused, but went with the change in plans, his expression turning to a wide grin. Edward's hands slowly burned a path over my hips, my lower back, my ass. He swore, his hands touching more insistently, and I was glad I'd changed things up. I knew they'd both been intimate while I couldn't be with them, hell, I'd watched them more than once, but this was the three of us coming together again.
Licking my lips, I winked at Jasper. The more we pressed forward that night, the more saucy and sexy I felt. Beneath my hands and mouth, I felt Jasper's body relax, the tension and stress escaping with each breath. As my tongue reached out to wrap around his beautiful cock, he watched me carefully. It was one of the hottest moments in my recent memory. As I took him between my lips as far as I could, our eyes locked. He broke first, closing his eyes as his head tilted back, and I wasn't far behind.
Edward had teased me for a moment, then pressed forward again with his leisurely pace. One of his hands came around to touch and tease my clit, and I moaned loudly around Jasper. It was a chain of effect, Edward touching or teasing, me reacting, and in turn stimulating Jasper... sometimes it would flow the other way, Jasper's hand reaching out to touch or stroke me, causing my body to clench around Edward, which made him falter, or speed his movement.
Resting primarily on my elbows, I was able to move my hands to touch Jasper's thighs. Edward was thrusting into me harder, pressing me into Jasper, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. Looking up at Jasper, I did my best to convey that I was close to the edge. Feeling the beginning of my orgasm, I sucked harder, my hand coming to the base of Jasper to help stroke and bring him to orgasm.
As I came, one long, low moan vibrated out against his skin, and I felt him tense beneath me. I barely had time to take a breath from my own orgasm as he began to climax. He was beautiful beneath me, body lean and tight, legs trembling to fight against the urge to pull me onto him.
I felt powerful and insatiable; the more they gave, the more I needed and wanted.
Pulling Jasper from my mouth, I swallowed quickly and carefully. My head fell and my eyes closed as I could feel my body succumbing again.
"Harder," I whispered. "Please, Edward, fuck me harder."
Jasper moved his body beneath mine, one of his hands traveling lower to meet Edward's, the other on my breast. As Edward picked up the speed, depth, and intensity of his thrusts, Jasper's mouth laved my nipple. I could feel the skin pebble and react to his touch, both of their fingers working a fast pace lower. Whimpering from the need overtaking me, I tried to contain my noises but just couldn't. My breath was coming out in ragged pants as they worked together to pleasure me.
The rush as I came that time, both of them so intimately attending to my body, as well as reeling through their own pleasure, was amazing. Edward cried out as he thrust into me hard one last time, and it took only seconds more for my body to explode.
"Fuck!" I shouted, my entire body going weak with my orgasm.
Collapsing onto Jasper as my body tightened around Edward, the shift in weight sent both of us to the bed. Momentary panic hit, until I was sure everyone was okay and no one was injured because of me. Panting, I laid there as the tidal wave of emotion crashed over me. Curling my knees up into my chest, I tilted my head down to meet them, wishing I could collapse my body into itself, bracing for the inevitable tears. My eyes closed, breathing jagged from the tears.
My body was cold, despite the comfortable temperature of the room. Shivering, my skin broke out in goose bumps. The tears escaping my eyes burned their path on my skin, some pooling on the bridge of my nose since I was on my side, and some falling directly onto the comforter beneath me. I realized that part of my body was wet, hence the shivering cold. More milk, I sighed.
Warm hands moved me, bringing the blanket over us, and gently pried my arms away from my legs. As I uncurled, eyes still closed, we wrapped around each other. There was no care or concern about the mess we were making in our bed, just the need to be close again. Letting the tears fall without care, I curled up to the body in front of me, taking a deep breath. Jasper.
"Are you okay?" he whispered.
His lips were right at my ear. Edward's head was just behind mine, nose nuzzling through my hair, lips kissing softly.
"I'm sorry," Edward murmured a few times.
Shaking my head, I opened my eyes to look at Jasper as I spoke. "What are you sorry for, Edward?"
Resting his hands on my hips, he bent forward and kissed the top of my shoulders.
"I was too rough. I'm sorry, baby. So sorry."
"I'm fine, I promise. Better than fine, actually," I said, giggling a little. "I was just overwhelmed. That felt so good, and nothing has felt quite that good in a while. I was so nervous and scared, and then it hit me all at once, and I was leaking and screaming, and..."
Jasper cut me off with his lips against mine. Edward's hand was wrapped around both of us, skin against skin where our bodies were pressed together. When Jasper broke our kiss to speak, he planted kisses around my face first. He was smiling again, that perfectly crooked smile that never failed to make my heart skip a beat.
"I love you," Edward whispered against my neck.
"I love you too, so much. Thank you for that." I laughed and turned to Jasper. "You too – thank you. I love you."
Our touches turned soft and loving. Hands wove into my hair, brushed gently over my breasts, and my own meandered of their own volition on each of their bodies.
"You know, I'm still leaking a little," I said, embarrassed. "Maybe we should change the sheets and take a shower?"