Chapter 1
Desire
Unfamiliarity was what first struck Renesmee, when she woke from the surprisingly peaceful sleep; her first in the weeks since becoming a surgical intern. It seemed as if she never got sleep anymore, and when she did, it was on a dingy on-call room, if she got lucky enough to snag one before an attending. And when she did get an on-call room, thirty seconds to a minute of sleep later, her pager would go off.
Whether or not she was in her bed was the question. It wasn't soft, yet, surprisingly comfortable.
Was she on the floor? Renesmee lifted her head, and looked around the living room she was in. She quickly realized that she was not alone, when the warm, steady breathing became noticeable on the back of her neck. The feeling sent warm, fuzzy shivers down her spine with every second.
Renesmee was also aware of the muscular arm that slung against her abdomen, lightly squeezing it as its owner slept.
Obviously, she had slept with someone. Renesmee mentally slapped herself, as the name of this man didn't surface her mind. She was a mature woman—a goddamned surgeon—she should at least remember the name of the man she slept with. Or at least, she knew better then to sleep with someone she barely knew.
She made a checklist of the previous day's activities. At four, she woke up and got ready for the ungodly hours of rounds. She had lunch with her friend Alex, and her other fellow interns. Lunch had been interrupted with a page, and they ran to the helicopter pad where their resident, Dr. Chloe King, was waiting. They received a four-year old little girl who had been attacked by a cougar while on a family hike. Late afternoon, the little girl was pronounced dead, and Renesmee was the one to tell her parents. Evening, after her shift ended, Alex had taken her to get a drink at Joe's, where she then told Renesmee to start talking to the hot, off-duty cop that had just walked into the bar...
Wait.
"Alex, I don't want to talk to…"
"I think this deserves a game of "Hey, have you meet Nessie?" Alex smiled evilly.
"Oh, God, Alex…" Renesmee put her head in her hands, wondering why she was even friends with Alex.
Alex went over to where the cop sat down. He ordered a glass of scotch, and took off his hat, setting it on the table.
Alex quickly tapped his shoulder. "Hey, haveyoumeetmyfriendNessie?" She quickly ran back to the table, as Renesmee took her tequila shot, and walked up to the bar, where he was. He turned, and looked at her.
"I'm sorry for my friend," Renesmee smiled, sitting next to him on the barstool.
"You must be…"
"Nessie," Renesmee smiled, extending her hand. He took it in his own, shaking it.
"Jacob." He smiled. "But my friends call me Jake."
"Well, Jake," Nessie smiled, as the bartender, Joe, brought Jacob his drink. "What brings a cop like you to a bar?"
"A cop like me?" Jacob laughed. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," Renesmee smiled. She downed her shot, and grinned at him. "It's just I don't see a whole lot of cops at Joe's. Usually, it's at work."
"Let me guess," Jacob gave Nessie a once-over. She was still in her scrubs. "Nurse, right?"
"Surgical intern," Renesmee laughed. "But nice try."
They had continued talking, about their jobs, where they grew up (they were both born and raised in Seattle, Renesmee had gone to Harvard; Jacob had started the Police Academy right out of high school). Two hours and ten shots later, they were at his apartment, trying to get each other's clothes off.
Chocolate brown eyes widened when the memories flickered like a candle flame into her head, revealing exactly whom she had slept with. Jacob Black.
Before anything else could happen, an alarm went off; disturbing the sleep of the man on the floor. Sleepily, he swiped at the air, thinking his alarm clock was in the living room. Groaning, he sat up, wiping a hand down his face. Renesmee sat up, covering her bare chest with the blanket on the couch, and stood up, in search of her scrubs.
"Well," Jacob laughed. "That was…nice,"
Renesmee nodded. "Yeah." She found her bra, followed by her panties. She quickly put them on.
"What time is it?"
Jacob glanced down at his watch. "Six-thirty,"
"Shit," Renesmee tossed the pager on the couch. The search for the scrubs intensified.
"What is it?" Jacob asked, putting his boxers on.
"King's going to kill me," Renesmee groaned. "How far are we from Children's?"
"Half-an hour." Jacob furrowed his eyebrows.
"Yep, I'm dead." Renesmee slipped her shirt on. As she pulled her hair into a ponytail, their eyes meet, locking for moments. They found they couldn't move. Neither knew what to say to each other, or what to do. Renesmee was angry at herself for letting it happen, and slightly embarrassed. Sleeping with a man she had just met in a bar? She was above that.
As they watched each other, the pair contemplated over what had happened the night before. Renesmee's day hadn't been the best, after that little girl died. Jaocb's hadn't been, either. A suicide, a car accident that included a 17-year old that didn't survive…it had just been one of those days. Both of them meeting in the bar, all of those shots…it seemed as if this stand was inevitable.
"Well," Renesmee began. "I've missed my rounds, and I'm possibly going to have to end up working the pit for the next year…"
"If there's anything I can do…" Jacob started. "I can get you there in under ten minutes…"
Renesmee shook her head. "I'm already late."
After a few minutes of silence, Renesmee walked out the door. "Let's just forget this happened, okay?"
Jacob swallowed, but nodded a 'yes.' "Yeah, let's just forget it."
"So, goodbye, Jacob." Renesmee nodded, and left the apartment.
Jacob sighed, as he started at the closed door. Running a hand through his hair, he remembered every detail of what they had done last night.
Neither of them knew at that moment, but it had been the best sex either of them had ever had.
