I was given the following two lines, and this is the result. Can I keep you? and Oh Bells, now look what you did!
Handiwork
"Seriously, Bells. You don't have to help me, it's fine."
Jacob's hand wraps around the ladder Bella is currently standing on, her natural lack of balance causing the ancient metal to lose footing.
Bella seems to take no notice of the fact Jacob has probably just saved her from another broken wrist, too focussed on the work at hand. Hair in a ponytail, lip caught securely between her teeth, hand holding on tightly to a paint brush.
"But I want to, Jake. I'm not going to ask you to paint my walls and then sit here watching."
"I appreciate that, Bells," Jacob says, carefully eyeing Bella leaning over to reach out her hand further, coating the wall with the green paint, "But I don't really think that we're going to be finished sooner if you break your neck."
The only answer he gets is an annoyed huff, and Jacob shakes his head, chuckling as he picks up his own paint brush, continuing his work.
"Maybe we should do the kitchen next week, what do you think? This is actually quite funny."
"Do you think the Chief would be happy about that?"
"He probably wouldn't even notice, Jake. But I'm tired of that sickish blue. Maybe something a little mo-"
Dropping his paint brush onto the foil-covered floor, Jacob rushes across the room in the blink of an eye, and catches Bella around the waist mid-air, her squeak echoing in the empty room.
Her hands dig deeply into Jacob's lower arms, wrapped securely around her. He can feel her rapid heartbeat pulsing through her veins, hear her heavy breathing.
"Told you so," he whispers, grinning at the shiver he feels running through Bella.
"I tripped," she mumbles, turning her face towards Jacob. He bursts out laughing, not sure what looks more hilarious. The green splatters of paint on Bella's face, or her textbook pout.
"You're adorable, you know that, right?" he chuckles, knowing that his words are to blame for the fiery look in Bella's eyes. But he also knows that the faint blush tinting her cheeks is only because of him.
"Can I keep you?" he whispers, leaning his head closer, feeling her unsteady breath fan across his skin.
She sighs when he nuzzles his nose against hers, eyes closed, cherishing the softness of her skin.
"Bells!"
Charlie's voice calling from downstairs stops Jacob from moving just that little bit closer, and he pulls away, surprised to see his frustration mirrored in Bella's eyes.
They look at each other for a second, unsure what to say or do.
"Bells!"
"I'll be right back," Bella says a bit too quickly, dropping her own paint brush before carefully stepping over tools, foil and scattered brushes towards the door.
Jacob shakes his head, hoping just a little that she would trip again. And this time, he would not hesitate. The look in her eyes, the hint of longing he had given up on hoping for runs through his mind over and over again, her breath against his skin, her body shivering in his arms.
Drip.
"What the-" he mumbles as he feels something cool dropping onto his head. Running his fingers through his hair, Jacob suspects the worst, and a single look at his palm confirms it. Green covers his russet skin, and when he looks up, he can barely contain the laughter threatening to burst from his chest.
"Oh Bells, now look what you did," he chuckles, hearing Bella's steps cease.
"Oh no!"
Jacob's eyes move from Bella's mortified expression to the swipe of green paint across the white ceiling.
"Maybe we should reconsider the kitchen idea."