Ok this is my first Nessie and Jake fic so please enjoy =)
In the early morning of my birthday I awoke from a restless sleep, I honestly dreaded the inevitable part where I would have to get out of bed and act all happy. I always hated birthdays. It was still so strange to me... I was only turning seven, but I already had the body of a full grown woman. I had never really spent that much time around other children, but when I did see them, I saw how slowly they aged and how different I was from them, even at a very young age. Yes, I have learned to live with it, but how does one get used to being basically the same age as their parents? If you ask me, it's anything but normal.
Unable to fall back asleep, I slowly untangled myself from the thick covers and stretched. I caught a glimpse of myself in my dresser mirror. I was beautiful and I knew it. It was something that everyone constantly reminded me of, especially my Aunt Rosalie who constantly praised my good looks. I had long, curly bronze hair and large brown eyes with dark black lashes, like my mother. I was petite but with the womanly curves that all the magazines raved about. My skin was a pearly, glowing white but my cheeks and lips were rose red. My limbs were long and lean and my hands had graceful piano player fingers.
Still feeling restless, I tore myself away from the large mirror and listened to the sounds of the house. Absolute silence. My parents were probably still in Alaska visiting the Denali sisters with the rest of the family and I figured that they would be home later the next day when they knew I would be awake. Being alone was strange sometimes but I welcomed the lovely time of a weekend by myself. I usually took the chance to go shopping in the city and as long as my Aunt Alice didn't tell on me, I had a lot of fun. Besides, I was tired of everyone's constant attentions to me. I went into the fully stocked kitchen and looked lazily through the fridge. Although I only enjoyed a select few human foods, My mother always kept a full kitchen. Finding nothing I wanted, I took a bag of chips from the cabinet and opened it. I didn't even eat one before I felt a pair of arms around my waist. The bag flew into the air, scattering chips all over the spotless tile floor.
"Happy birthday!" Jake's voice growled into my ear.
"Oh my goodness, Jake." I spun around in his muscular arms. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to visit."
"It's the middle of the night."
"I know it is. The middle of the night on your birthday!" He squeezed me tightly and picked me up spinning me around with ease.
I groaned. "Don't remind me. How did you get in anyway?"
"Your bedroom window was open and when I saw you weren't in there I came looking for you." He set me down and looked at the pile of chips on the floor. "Are you going to eat those?"
"I was until you scared the hell out of me."
He went into a little cupboard and got a dust pan. "Since it's your birthday, I suppose I should clean it up."
I grabbed a few cookies and sat on the counter, watching Jake sweep up the chips. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans and his usual plain black t shirt. I loved watching his muscles flex when he did things. His broad shoulders led into two identical, strong arms. Abs cut into his torso. There must not have been an ounce of fat on him and I loved it. I hadn't had these romantic and, dare I say, sexual feelings towards Jake until the past few weeks. I thought that maybe he felt it too.
"Okay, so what are we going to do now?" He asked once the floor was clean.
"Once again, it's the middle of the night."
"No need to be a Debbie downer, let's go for a ride."
"A ride?"
"I brought my bike." He offered.
"How did I not hear it?"
"I left it pretty far from the house. I wasn't sure if anyone would be home and I know they can hear, like, everything."
I laughed. "Well you did a good job. I had no idea. I'm going to go change."
When Jake had left to go get his motorcycle, I ran back to my room and threw open my closet. Thanks to Alice and Rosalie's combined shopping addiction and lack of self control with their credit cards, I had a large closet that was complete with every article of clothing I could dream of. I pulled on a pair of light jeans and pale green shirt then pulled a brush through my thick hair. I pulled it into a ponytail and pulled on some shoes just as Jake was pulling the bike up to the front of my house.
Jake looked like a god, perched on his new racing motorcycle. Neither of us bothered with helmets, though. We usually didn't when we went for rides on deserted roads at midnight or trips to the reservation. Since we were both pretty much indestructible, the only time we ever did wear them was if we were going somewhere with regular humans around to scold us for being reckless. I'm not going to lie, but it sent shivers up my shine as I sat down behind him and wrapped my arms tightly around his firm waist. I had been in this exact same spot millions of times before, yet a new feeling warmed me to my core. Without warning, we took off onto the dark road, kicking up stones and gravel. I allowed my hands to wander and even touch Jake's sculpted stomach through the thin fabric of his shirt. He didn't seem to mind, if he noticed my light touches at all.
I rest my head on his warm back, listening to the rhythmic drumming of his heart. The only other time I ever heard another living heart this close, besides my own, was when I had a deer's throat in my mouth. This was far more pleasant. I took a deep breath, the smell of his hot blood through his tanned skin, the faint scent of trees and fresh water. Over time it had become my favorite smell and I found it more inviting than the cleaning products Grandma Esme used daily to scour her home.
"You still back there?" Jake called suddenly.
"Yes." I answered, noticing that we were off the main road and no where near the reservation. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see. It's a surprise!"
"I hate surprises." I groaned, half joking.
"Liar, everyone likes surprises. Hold on!" He revved the engine and we nearly doubled our speed.
I felt utterly exhilarated, partly due to the fact that my dad would kill me if we could see me right now..."Oh crap."
"What?"
"Alice."
"What about her?"
"She'll see I'm with you and we went for a ride."
"So?"
"My dad hates when I run off with you in the middle of the night." I yelled over the engine.
"Well too bad for him. He's just jealous and wishes he was on the back of a hot bike with an even hotter man such as myself. Relax, I'll take care of him." He patted my hand and suddenly veered off the road, stopping the bike right at the edge of some dense woods. Everything was black and mysterious crunching and chirping came from the underbrush.
"Woah, creepy. Is this the part where you murder me and dispose of the evidence?"
He laughed that booming laugh with I had grown to love. "You got me, Nessie. Now hold still so I can kill you."
I pushed him away playfully. "No, really, Jake... what's going on?"
"Just come on." He began walking towards the forest.
"In there?" I asked sceptically, taking down my hair and shaking the curls loose. "I'm not much of a tracking through the wilderness kind of gal, you know."
"Trust me?" He held out his big hand which I took, savoring the sweet warmth and comfort. "
As we entered the woods, I still wasn't pleased with the thought of wandering about. If there was one thing I hated, besides birthdays, it was surprises... and the woods at night, but for totally human reasons. Anyway, I was used to knowing everything that went on and my family knew better than to let anything go straight to my overly vivid imagination. Jake knew better too and I wished I knew what he had up his tightly fitting sleeve.
"You're nervous, aren't you?" He questioned.
"How can you tell?"
"I saw it in your mind. I guess when you're nervous you kind of just show your thoughts without meaning to."
"Oh, I didn't know that. Weird."
"But don't worry, you won't hate this surprise. Quite the opposite. I promise"
"If you say so wolf man." When we were deeper into the forest, I smelled something peculiar. "Jake... I smell fire."
"I know."
"What are we here to play park ranger and fight forest fires?"
He laughed again. "Nope. Much better than that... although that sounds like fun. I've always wanted to ride a horse and wear one of those crazy Mountie hats."
I saw in the distance, through the trees, a warm light emanating from an unseen clearing. "Do you have something to do with that light over there?"
"Maybe." He answered, a smile playing on his lips. "Close your eyes."
"What? Why?"
"Just play along for Christ's sake, Nessie, you're killing me here."
"Oh, alright." I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be led by Jake with one firm hand on my lower back.
"We're here!" He announced happily as we came to a stop. "You can look now."
I opened my eyes and took in a beautiful view. We were standing in a small, circular clearing surrounded by tall, leafy trees. A large, woven blanket lay on the ground that had a magnificent red and black pattern that looked similar to the tribe's design. Vibrant red flowers off all kinds hung in a floral canopy over our heads, making for a simply delicious scent. Even better, among the branches and around the blanket were hundreds and hundreds of tea lights that lit up the clearing, making the roses, carnations lilies, our flowery roof, give off a warm and inviting glow. It all looked so pure. So clean. So perfect. I couldn't believe that Jake did all this for me.
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