A/N This is set when Nessie is 16 years old. Jake has been waiting but we all know how impatient he is. I'm writing more for this but R&R before I even think about uploading the next chapter... I love Jake always have I'm just happy to see him happy...:D:D:D

I'm not Stephenie Meyer, any characters you recognise are all hers I'm just having a little fun with them.

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ENJOY...

Imprinting

I sat and watched as Jacob fidgeted across the room from me. He was always over at our cottage. I didn't care about that; he has always spent hours every day just sitting with me in my room. He didn't care if we didn't talk. For the majority of the time we just sat and listened to music while I read. Jacob hated to read. Things between us had changed recently though. I had caught Jake staring at me. I had never thought of him in a way other than as a brother but since I had caught him the first time I kept imagining myself with him in other ways.

"Jake, what's wrong?" I asked as I crossed the room to him. He was now lying on my bed stretched out to his full height, with his arms behind his head.

"Nothing."

"Jake I know you better than you think. I know there is something wrong."

"O.K. there is but I don't think I should tell you."

"Oh come on when have you not told me something I wanted to know?"

"Never and have you ever wondered why that is?"

"A little but I never thought about it too much," I muttered as I lay down next to him. He rolled over propping himself up on his elbow, so he could look me in the eye. He took a deep breath as his contemplated what to say next.

"Do you want to know?"

"You're making me curious about it but I don't want you to have to tell me anything you don't want to."

"Nessie, that's the thing I want to, I need to tell you but I don't want it to make you feel anything you don't already feel. Promise me that if I tell you this you will tell me the truth about what you think."

"Sure, sure," I mumbled, staring into his eyes, loosing myself in them.



"O.K. You know most of this already but I don't think you've ever put it together. You've heard of imprinting haven't you?" I nodded. "Well you know how Sam cannot bear to be away from Emily, or Quil from Claire." Again I just nodded. He continued again while he straightened up. "That's why."

I stared at him for a second analysing his face. I pulled myself up to his level. He took my hand. I gasped causing him to drop it again. I stared down at his hand millimetres from mine resting on my knee. I looked up at him again. His eyes were burrowing into mine.

"Do my parents..." I began.

"Of course."

I took a deep breath in. I reached up and touched his cheek showing him flashes of how I felt. He smiled at me. He reached up to his cheek taking my hand in his. I twisted my fingers through his. I couldn't believe what was happening. I suddenly saw everything in my life falling into place. It all made sense to me. I was so unbelievably happy at that moment. Jake gently squeezed my hand bringing me back to the present. I looked at the face I already knew every inch of, I then glanced down at our hands his russet skin was a stark contrast to my pale skin.

He was leaning in towards me. I could feel my breathing getting a little out of control. He was so close to me. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his. I let go of his hand wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. He ran one through my hair and wrapped the other around my waist pulling me closer to him. It was such an amazing sensation kissing Jake. It was like nothing else I had experienced. I knew we wouldn't have too long because Dad would be home in about fifteen minutes. His mind reading was so intrusive. This was the last thing I wanted him to hear. I pushed Jake onto his back; he moved his hand from my hair to join his other on my waist. I knew things were moving very fast but I realised Jake must have been waiting for this for years. I would slow things down soon, but I was enjoying this too much. I was lying on top of Jake. His arms pulling me closer. Mine trying to do the same. I know realised both of our breathing was irregular. I pulled away gasping for air. Jake just moved his lips to my neck kissing me where ever he could reach. I grasped his shoulders as tightly as I could.