HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLAIRE BEAR.

Happy Birthday BB.  Hope you enjoy these stories and msgs we put together for you.  A huge thanks to Zigs for your wonderful banner. 

Enjoy your birthday bb, may it be filled with love, family and friends.  We love you.

Love,

All of Us.  <3 <3 <3 <3

gypsysue

Happy Birthday Claire, you are a treasure and I'm so priveldged to be able to call you friend.  I so look forward to the day we are standing face to face so I can hug the shit outta you lol.  Have a great day my dear, you deserve nothing but the best.  So me and Jensen wrote a little somn for ya.  Enjoy.

Love Sue.

P.S This is not beta'ed so all mistakes are mine and there aer probably alot lol.

Standing there I could feel his eyes on me, and my smile grew as the annoying girl kept talking to me.  I had no interest in this annoying mortal, except for the thoughts she caused to run through Jasper's mind.  Oh the punishment I would recieve later, I exhaled sharply as his thoughts turned with the spike in my lust.  Yes I was in trouble when we got home.  I shivered as the images displayed me naked, a silk blindfold over my eyes and thick metal chains holding me to the bed, Jasper tongue mapping ever part of my body.  That effectively cut off my conversation as I turned and walked briskly back to him.  "Get in the car,"  I squeaked out, bearly managing to keep my voice from cracking as the images played over and over in my mind.    Jasper's rich laugh rang out as I slammed my foot to the floor, speeding home and praying we had the house to ourself.  I knew three things for sure.

1.  Jasper was going to torture me relentlessly before he gave me release.

2. I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.

3. I would seek my revenge.



Zigster

Sometimes celebrations need to be more than cake and balloons, and if I could somehow wrangle you two boys making out in the grass, I would, but alas, this is the best I could do. :-)
Happy Birthday, Claire. I snuggle-hug-puggle-love you.
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Streams and dreams of colored light flitted over his closed eyelids as he lay in the cool grass, listening to the night. Beside him, a soft, warm hand presses into his palm, and he smiles wide, accepting the callused fingers as a truth he’d yet to understand. Squeezing tight, he lets the world melt around them as something new begins, there in that grass, underneath the flashing, colored night above and the booming sounds of celebration happening around their quiet, calm.

With a sigh and a silent wish, he rolls, folding himself over the man next to him, blindly seeking the wet heat of his mouth and the hard planes of his body beneath him. Hair tumbles over cheekbones and scruffy chins, and moans echo the explosions above, as colored showering tendrils of light land softly around them.

It’s dizzying and terrifying and so charged that the fireworks above find jealousy in their embrace. They burst and flash higher and louder in the sky, trying to win a losing race. The boys in the grass are lost to sensation and the feeling of something so new, the world around them becomes nothing but a soft place to land as they gasp for breath and grasp for more.

YogaGal

Wishing you nothing but the best on your birthday, Claire! I still remember the first time I read your pancake loving boys and I certainly rush to read them now - yay! I’m so glad you’re back around! *hugs*

A big thanks to Zigs for the picture prompt and to ICMezzo for beta-ing! xo

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“They’re not coming back, are they?” I asked, looking over at Jasper.

“Pretty sure we’re screwed, yeah,” he replied, looking around us.

I bent down, testing out the weight of the couch, biting back a groan when my back strained. I had no fucking clue how they got this couch out here, but I did know that it would take more than just the two of us to get it back to the house.

“Maybe if we somehow hooked up the couch to the bikes...”

I looked up to see Jasper staring thoughtfully at the three bikes and large as fuck, mauve, velour couch. The tip of his pink tongue peeked out of his lips when he was deep in thought, and I took the opportunity to stare. It was only the two of out here, so I figured it was safe.

For the next hour we tried everything imaginable. We tried Jasper’s idea of hoisting the couch to the bikes and only succeeded in breaking one of the bikes, leaving us with more work. We tried pushing the couch, then running back and getting the bikes, then pushing the couch and running back for the bikes and after a half hour of that we had only moved about twenty feet and were fucking exhausted.

To be fair, I might not have been giving it my all the entire time. Jasper was wearing these jean shorts and every time he bent over to move a bike or try to lift the couch, I couldn’t help but stare at his ass. The rosy glow he had on his face from all the strenuous activity also held my attention more than the dumbass couch.

Eventually we decided to take a break and flopped down on the couch, thankful for some rest.

“Remind me again why we decided to pledge Sigma Pi?” Jasper asked as he flung his head back against the dusty couch.

I slid my sunglasses over my eyes and relaxed into the cushions. I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure why Jasper pledged, but I knew my reason, at least. I was rushing a fraternity that thought it was hysterical to drop a couple of pledges in the middle of nowhere with a huge couch and a handful of bikes and expected them to make it back to the house all because of the boy next to me.

Jasper lived on my floor and was in a few of my classes, so we quickly became friends, studying together and eating most meals together. He knew I was gay and it didn’t faze him in the least, but I was still uncertain about him. He never mentioned a girlfriend or a boyfriend, and the rigors of school plus pledging a frat left us with little time for socializing. The few frat parties we had attended as pledges we ended up having to work at, so we weren’t able to actually enjoy ourselves and meet people.

Not that I had the desire to spend time with anyone else.

Despite all the rational thoughts that told me not to fall for him, I had. I sighed, knowing that if we got into this frat, that I would most likely need to squash these feelings, or end up hurt when Jasper ended up with somebody else.

“Edward?”

Jasper’s voice broke me out of my thoughts and I realized he was still waiting for a response.

“Because of you, Jay. You’re the one that wanted to be in a frat, and I...”

I didn’t finish that sentence. Because if I did, I’d tell him that I just followed him. That I’d follow him anywhere.

A loud crinkle of fabric let me know that Jasper was shifting his position on the couch. I looked over and saw that his eyes were still closed and one hand was resting across his stomach. The other had slid down between us and had rested on mine.

Not next to my hand, but on my hand. The warmth of Jasper’s skin pressed against mine sent my heartbeat racing and I licked my lips, trying to moisten my now completely dry mouth. I wondered if he could sense my spastic nerves through the connection of our hands. He gave a quick squeeze, leaving his hand atop mine as he spoke.

“I know,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “And I really appreciate it. Thanks for being here with me, Edward. I don’t think I’d want to be stuck on some podunk back road with a couch and some bikes with anybody else.”

With those words, I turned my hand around, biting back a sigh as Jasper threaded his fingers through my own and gave another squeeze. And as we sat there, on that dusty couch in the middle of nowhere, I hoped he’d never let go.

Trish

Roses are red;
Violets are blue;
We just celebrated my birthday;
And now you’re old too.

Happy Birthday to my favorite dry humping author.
You know you rock my socks!
-          Trish

Sorceresscirce

A/N: Happy birthday, Claire! I wanted to do a little something to help brighten your day. I hope you enjoy it and have a fantastic one!

Love and hugs,
SC

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I can’t keep my eyes off him, no matter how hard I try.

And I do try.

No one knows about us. They can’t. If they did, it would all be over. Every stolen moment alone would evaporate, leaving us stranded and lonely.

So I follow him through the field, adjusting my backpack as I try to keep my eyes to myself. Just two friends, camping like always.

Then we’re away from prying eyes, away from worry and risk.

Alone with temptation and perfection.

Wordlessly, he drops his backpack and turns to me with a smile playing on his lips.

ICMezzo

Tangled up in Blue

Happy Birthday BeautifulFigment!

Dearest BFig,

Happy birthday!!!!

I hope it is filled with super duper amazingness.

Even more amazingness than what is contained in the SaD outtake below, in fact.

And that's saying something, considering it is filled with some of Edward's most favoritest things. (*cough* Velcro *cough*)

Yes, it's true. I busted out the 'Cro again, just for you.

I hope you enjoy.

-ICM <3

A/N: This Said and Done outtake is actually based on a different outtake from the story (the one at the end of ch 22). And, um, I recognize SaD often skirts the crackfic line. I would simply warn you that this chapter, at least in my opinion, falls thoroughly into that category. That said, I hope it is good for a giggle or seven. Now, brace yourself. It's about to get crazy.

Thanks to ArcadianMaggie for prereading and TwilightMundi for betaing!

You know the drill. Rated M. Human/Vamp. Slash. J/E. Stephenie Meyer owns everything you recognize.

Edward wasn't home when the large package from “VelcroAmerica” arrived at his door, so Jasper went ahead and signed for it, reassuring the skeptical delivery man that it had indeed arrived at the right location.

It wasn't that Jasper knew the package was on its way, but he couldn't imagine anyone else in Edward's dorm had ordered—he glanced at the packing slip—a 20ft strip of platinum strength Velcro (with 30% more hooks!) in navy blue along with a smaller 6x6 ft mat Edward had apparently custom designed.

To be fair, Jasper didn't intend to open the package without Edward. But he was human, and humans slip on occasion, as Edward was always reminding him. So Jasper was surely not to blame when he slipped with his pocket knife in hand at the exact angle necessary to pierce the packing tape and split it along the entire length of the box.

“Oops!” Jasper said aloud, in case Edward was listening from across campus where he was in the middle of a group lecture with the rest of his piano studio.

He then sat the package on the floor, plopped down beside it, and began tearing into the box, tossing aside the bubble wrap and other filler until he reached his first prize.

A ginormous roll of blue Velcro.

Jasper studied it for a moment, crinkling his nose at its industrial scent.

He had to admit that having a boyfriend with a thing for Velcro was kinda weird.

But, he supposed, so was having a thing for a vampire. Who was he to judge?

Jasper then sifted through the remaining contents until he found not only Edward's custom rainbow colored mat cut exactly to Jasper's height, but also a 3-ft bonus roll in VelcroAmerica's most popular style, a gift they'd added for one of their best customers.

Jasper quickly put the mat back in the box, quite afraid to go there mentally, along with the smaller roll and all of the excess packaging to wait for Edward.

He kept the large navy colored roll out, however, and looked closely at it, trying to understand what Edward saw in it. Jasper suspected maybe the appeal was in the complexity only Edward could see with his extraordinary vision. Or perhaps it was the knowledge that he'd appreciated the brilliance of the fastener before it had caught on in America. Or maybe he liked the sound it made when peeled apart? Or—this was surely it, Jasper thought—Edward liked rooting for the underdog. It was why he preferred Bellini to Mozart, and Jasper to another vampire, he decided. This must be why he loved under-appreciated Velcro instead of the ever-popular buttons, glue, zippers, shoelaces, and duct tape.

Jasper had just made things worse when he combined all of Edward's favorites during the whole blueberry filling/Velcro sex incident. It had brought Edward's attachment to the fastener to a whole new level.

Interestingly, Jasper looked back on that day as “the one when he lost his mind and consumed too much pie filling,” whereas Edward recalled it as “the time his dreams came true.”

But then, Edward really was such a good boyfriend—at least most of the time—and Jasper really did love him entirely. And despite the number of sticky body parts involved that day, the sex had been pretty amazing.

With this in mind, Jasper regarded the roll of Velcro with new eyes.

It wasn't long before an idea bloomed.

When he looked at his watch, however, he realized Edward would be home relatively soon. So soon, in fact, that he didn't have time to waste if he was going to put his plan into action.

He got right to work.

xXxXx

Edward was happily skipping home from class humming a motif from Bellini's “La Sonnambula,” when he first heard Jasper's cries for help.

He had never been so grateful for his aural abilities before. Instantly, his skip became a bolt, and he shot off in the direction of his dorm, where his human was in need.

As he got closer, he recognized that Jasper's cries hardly sounded frantic, nor were they particularly loud—certainly not loud enough to bring other humans to his aid. But still, Edward liked the idea of being Jasper's knight in shining armor, so he focused instead on Jasper's words.

“Edward, help! I'm stuck! I need you! Help!”

Jasper was laying it on quite thick, mostly because he suspected his pleas would drive Edward wild.

He was absolutely correct.

After Jasper's extra whiny final “help,” Edward abandoned both his backpack (it only served to slow him down due to wind resistance) and his pretense of human speed, and ran far faster than he ever should have the rest of the way across campus, into his dorm, finally bursting into his room a full agonizing 42 seconds later.

Even if he'd taken one minute and 24 seconds later, however, Edward never could have imagined the scene that greeted him.

It was so unexpected that Edward shook his head and blinked in a few times in a rather humanlike manner to try to come to grips with what he was seeing.

Was he dreaming?

Certainly not. Vampires didn't sleep.

Was he dead?

Well, of course he was dead. But perhaps he was...more dead?

And maybe Carlisle had been right about the presence of a God who understood the plight of vegetarian vampires?

While Edward continued to stand there blinking and contemplating the sheer erotic genius that was apparently his afterlife, Jasper lifted his head from the bed, and offered a sly smile along with a final, rather hopeful, “Help?”

As had happened many times before, Jasper's voice was the pinch Edward needed to return to reality.

And what a delightful reality it was.

For Jasper lay completely naked and impressively bound with none other than the entire 20ft roll of Edward's brand new navy blue platinum strength Velcro with 30% more hooks.

Edward had his own clothes off faster than Jasper could say, “You're welcome,” and allowed his burgeoning erection to point the way to Jasper's side. He didn't stop there though, instead choosing to wander around the bed in an effort to view Jasper's beauty from every possible angle, taking endless mental photos that would serve him well during those late night activities he performed while Jasper slept, typically drooling a bit, by his side.

Finally, after Edward sighed the words “utter perfection” for the fifth time, Jasper decided to get things started.

“So, I can barely move, you know,” Jasper offered.

“I know,” Edward agreed, the color in his voice betraying his utter joy.

“So, you can like, take advantage of me,” Jasper suggested, blushing a bit.

“I know!” There was no hiding Edward's excitement that time.

They grinned as they looked at each other for a second before Edward pounced, choosing to forgo preliminaries and instead quickly engulf Jasper's length in his lips.

“Fuck!” Jasper cried in response.

(Don't worry, dear reader, it was a good “fuck.” Jasper wasn't complaining because of Edward's cold lips or accidental teeth-to-cock contact or anything like that. Jasper had grown used to the temperature long ago and Edward was far too skilled to allow accidental scrapeage.)

Edward bobbed up and down as Jasper squirmed rather helplessly on the bed. Edward was pulling out all the stops and Jasper had been more than a little worked up before they'd even begun.

Fortunately for Jasper's pride, Edward was too excited to stick with one activity for very long. So any worries he might have had about not being able to last were quickly discarded as Edward soon scrambled up on top of the bed, threw on a condom, and allowed Jasper to eagerly take his own erection in his mouth. Jasper didn't have a huge range of motion, of course, but Edward didn't mind. Jasper made up for it with his overachieving tongue, which Edward watched through hooded eyes.

Edward's next activity was to trace his tongue along the entire 20 feet of Velcro that wound its way around Jasper's body, strategically kissing and adoring Jasper's flesh as he went. This involved rolling Jasper enough times that he began feeling a bit like a highly licked rotisserie chicken. But he grinned and bore it and let Edward have his fun.

When Edward finally reached the end of the Velcro, his attention reasonably wandered back to Jasper's groin, where he alternately studied and sucked Jasper's gorgeously needy length, throwing in a well placed lick after every third slurp, just to keep things interesting.

“Please,” Jasper whimpered, unable to help himself.

“Please....what?” Edward smirked, kissing the tip of his cock.

“Please suck me, I need to come,” Jasper begged.

“So come,” Edward replied.

This left Jasper a little confused, as Edward wasn't giving him enough stimulation, and he knew it. And it wasn't like Jasper could do it himself—Oh. Oh. Jasper suddenly understood what Edward needed, and knew that if he gave Edward what Edward needed, Edward would be more inclined to give him what he needed, and Jasper was pretty sure if he didn't get what he needed rather soon, he was going to—well, he wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he assumed it wouldn't be pretty, and it might leave Edward's 'Cro somewhat worse for wear. So Jasper played into Edward's game.

“I can't,” Jasper replied seriously.

Edward tried not to grin. “Why not?”

“Because,” Jasper said slowly, drawing it out as long as possible. “The Velcro.” He paused dramatically. “It's too strong.”

It was Edward's turn to whimper.

“Help me?” Jasper's words were the last straw for his pale knight, who took Jasper's throbbing sword in his mouth, swallowing deeply while he pierced Jasper's chivalry with his lengthy third digit.

Under such circumstances, it was difficult to blame Jasper for coming so rapidly and with enough force that he burst through some of his bindings as his muscles clenched and released during his rather powerful orgasm.

Jasper initially worried that he might have ruined a bit of Edward's new Velcro in doing so, and apologized afterward.

To be honest, Jasper was actually quite surprised that it didn't seem to upset Edward in the least.

Then again, Jasper didn't know that a second, even larger box from VelcroAmerica was due to arrive the following day, which meant Edward didn't mind so much that the smaller roll of navy blue he'd ordered was no longer in pristine condition.

He minded even less when a determined Jasper tried to make it up to him with an enthusiastic handjob, complete with whispers of bondage, berries, and all-consuming love.

Naelany

A/N: Happy Birthday, my sweet Beautiful Figment! The boys wanted to help brighten your day a little, so I hope you enjoy it ;-)

Thanks to SorceressCirce for beta’ing.

As ever, I do not own Twilight - it owns me.

ooOoo

His lips graze along my neck, blazing a path from ear to ear while he undresses me.

When I try to undo the buttons of his shirt with trembling fingers, he pushes them away. “My turn.”

I moan softly.

For him, I came out, standing up to my parents’ denial and outrage.

“Jasper, please...” I whisper.

“No, Edward.”

Slick fingers probe, push, pull - leaving me a quivering mess.

For him, I beg.

His teeth bite down, marking my hip. “Mine,” he growls.

For him, I surrender.

“Yours. Please, Jasper...”

Slowly, he stretches me. Burning me. Filling me - body and soul.