It had been a little over a week since Jasper had met his mate, and to say it was enjoyable was an understatement. Between getting to know one another better and long, heavy bouts of rough (sometimes gentle) lovemaking.

Jasper felt he had a better understanding of his little white-haired mate.

After disposing of the human body, Jasper had made the decision that he wanted Rhea to meet Peter and Charlotte for they were the closest thing he had to family. When he had explained and asked her if that was alright with her, she merely smiled and said: "I'd love to meet those you call family." It was accompanied by a kiss which had lead to Jasper laying her on the forest floor and making love to her.

So the new couple had slowly made their way to New Orleans, Louisana. And by slowly, Jasper meant slowly. He was in no rush to get there. Instead, they ran or walked leisurely during the day. And during the nights they would stop in whatever town they were closest too and rent a room out for the night, being sure they left early before the sun came out.

On this particular day, they decided to stay an extra day in their cozy little hotel room. At that very moment, they laid in bed, the crisp sheets just barely covering them.

Rhea was pushed firmly against Jaspers side, his fingers twirling in her hair before skimming down her spine and then back up again. Her head rested against where his heart once beat as her own fingers traced over his scars on his stomach. The atmosphere was cozy and laced with contentment.

Jasper turned so his head rested lighting on top of hers and asked, "Would you tell me more about yourself?"

The female hummed as she continued to stroke his bite wounds "What would you like to know agapi mou?"

He chuckled as he pulled her closer, "First, what that means. And second, where are you from? Your accent....It is different. It sounds old, very old."

Rhea playfully slapped at his chest and looked up at him "Are you calling me old?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, but the beginnings of a playful smirk were on her lips.

Feeling her amusement, he played along "Indeed darlin'. Who knows? Perhaps you're a cougar tryin' to take advantage of innocent 'ol me."

She let out a snort of laughter "You are anything but innocent my dear if early had suggested anything."

He gave her an impish grin while giving her a lusty looking, "Can you blame me?" Jasper pulled her body closer until they were both laying on their sides, her bare breast now firmly against his chest. "I have a goddess for a mate, one can not fault me for wanted her every moment of the day."

The white head female gave him a loving smile as she brushed her fingers through his hair and giving him a kiss. Pulling away when she felt him trying to deepen it.

"Do you not want me to answer your questions?"

Jasper groaned but obediently pulled away.

Rhea gave him a sly smirk as she rested her head against his shoulder (her fingers now skimming over his upper chest and left shoulder).

"To answer your first question 'agapi mou' means my love in Greek. To for your second, as I'm sure you can probably guess by now, I am also Greek."

Jasper hummed as he resumed running his fingers through her white hair "Kind of explains the accent."

She gave a light laugh "Indeed, the reason my accent is different from those of today is that I was born nearly a millennium ago."

Jasper froze, sure he knew there was a possibility she was older than him but nearly a thousand years? That was just...wow. Unexpected but not unwelcomed.

"I suppose cougar is the perfect term for you then?" he joked still trying to wrap his head around it.

Rhea giggled then looked up to him, "Does it bother you? That I'm a little over a thousand years old?" although she looked indifferent to it, he could feel that she was both worried and flustered that he wouldn't approve.

He kissed her forehead "Not at all darlin', you've seen much of the world, and I regret that I had not been born sooner to share it with you."

She softened and gave him his favorite smile.

"I don't remember the exact year, but I was born to a farmer and his wife. They weren't poor nor were they rich. We had just enough coin to get by, which wasn't bad at all if you think about it." She continued. "My parents were humble people, and in turn, they taught me the same. They believed in the Gods of Old, and so when I was born, they named me after one."

She propped her chin up on his chest, "Can you guess which one?" she asked him with a twinkle in her eye.

Jasper chuckled "Rhea?"

She grinned, "Yes. She is the mother of the King of Gods, Zeus, as well as his brothers; Hades, God of the Underworld, Poseidon, God of the sea. And his sisters; Demeter, Hera, and Hestia."

"Wasn't Hera-"

"His wife? She was."

Jasper scrunched his nose up in disgust "No offense darlin', but that's a little gross."

Rhea let out a loud laugh, one that had Jasper grinning from the sound of it. "None taken my dear, It was quite normal. Rhea was married to her brother Cronus. And those were his children. Surely you know of what the humans call 'Greek mythology'".

Jasper sighed dramatically "I do, it just sounds better coming from you." He squeezed her tight.

She smiled at him "I'm sure. But back to what I was saying, my parents named me after Rhea. Believing that if I were named after the Goddess of Earth, I would live a long and happy life."

Jasper pulled her up to him and nuzzled her neck as he could feel her mood darkening just a little.

"I suppose in a way I have lived a long life, one which is much happier with you in it."

He nipped at her mark with an "as mine is with you" making her shiver.

"I was twenty when I was changed. I don't remember much of how it happened because it was so long ago. Just that I had left home one day - on an errand for papa - and I never returned."

"Did you ever go back?" he asked her curiously.

"No." the answer was swift and firm. A beat passed before she sighed, "I didn't want them to see me like this. I thought it better they think me dead by the hand of a thief or some sort. So I left and never looked back."

Jasper rolled her onto her back, and he scattered kisses down her neck, he could feel her sadness and longing. And it hurt him to feel her so down. So he kissed her, a deep passionate kiss. One full of the love he felt for her as well as his desire. She responded to him, submitting fully.

And it pleased him greatly.

He purred as they kissed, he could feel her relaxing by the comfort his purring gave her.

There were no words he could give her to ease the pain she felt for the people and the life now long dead. But he could give her the comfort and the knowledge that he was here now. And with him, she'd never feel lonely again.

With that in mind, his fingers brushed up her sides. His left hand laid by her head holding himself up while his right now tweaked and played with her breast. Making her moan beneath him.

She was a Goddess in her own way, of that he was sure. And not for the first nor the last would he thank whoever above for giving her to him.

Soon he had her panting and moaning beneath him when she moaned loudly with a "please" while arching her body into his. Only then did he finally give in. With a hard kiss upon her lips and a shift of his hips, he buried himself swiftly inside of her while groaning in pleasure.

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Later after their latest round of passionate lovemaking did she asked him to tell her his story.

Jasper closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to her forehead before agreeing.

"I was born in eighteen forty-four, in Houston, Texas." He told her making sure to thicken his southern accent which made her smile.

"I was also born to a farmer back then" He chuckled, "I had a younger brother, Jackson, he was fourteen when I left to join the Confederation Army. I had lied about my age so I could join, and they were none the wiser about it."

"How old were you?" She asked softly.

"Seventeen." He grinned "Much too young, but I didn't care, I wanted to do something and not sit around all day tendin' to crops as the men went off to war. I didn't tell anyone, for I knew they wouldn't approve. I did send them a letter a couple of months after joining though. I suspect they weren't too happy. Though I'm sure, they understood. Ma always called me a free spirit."

"I wonder why " Rhea teased.

Jasper chuckled, "I raised up in the ranks rather quickly, and in two years I was the youngest Major in Taxes. It was a year after my promotion, we were evacuating woman and child. I met them on my way back to Galveston. There were three of them, Nettie, Lucy and Maria. They were beautiful and unnaturally so. My mama raised to be gentlemen; so I stopped and offered my help."

The blonde one on the right (he would later come to know as Lucy) inhaled and gave a slight moan "Lovely, and an officer too."

The one on the left gave a little pout "You better do it, Maria, once I start I can never stop."

The woman in the middle, Maria, moved towards the confused but bewitched Jasper asking as she went, "What's your name soldier?"

Her voice was enchanting, like silk or honey, or even both he wasn't sure. He found himself answering even as a part of him gave off warning bells.

"Major Jasper Whitlock ma'am."

She eyed him with desire, "I do hope you survive, you may be of great use to me."

"And then she lunged. I burned for three days, it was awful and when I awoke. I found myself in another war, one I would serve in for eighty years."

"The Southern Wars? Is that what these are from?" She brushed her fingers over his scars.

Jasper hummed "They are, you see, it was my job to train the newborns. When their year was up, it was also my job to dispose of them. Combine that with many vampire wars, and you get left with a lot of scars darlin'".

Rhea frowned sadly but then kissed a few of the scars on his chest, "I think they make you beautiful, they show your struggles and how you overcame them."

Jasper felt himself choke up with emotion, never had he been told that before. Alice had always made him cover them up for they made her uncomfortable. And when they had sex, she made him wear a shirt so she couldn't see them. Back then he was eager to please. Oh, how foolish he'd been.

But this beautiful creature had accepted him wholly, without hesitation. And it made his heart swell in affection.

He kissed her deeply, and then again once more.