So it's been absolutely forever! But I am back, and trying my hand at writing again!

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iluvtopazeyes

disclaimer - I do not own the Twilight Saga. Stephenie Meyer does.

Chapter 1 - Mutual Feelings

"Hey, Nessie! Where'd you go?" I hear a soft giggle from behind a snowcapped tree. I knew I've got her as I prowl around the large tree. Once I'm certain she's close, I jump out, yelling, "Found -" She's not there. Huh... Soft giggles begin again. Above me. I glance up to see her hanging like a monkey from the tree. She swings down so her face is upside down beside mine. Her bright brown eyes, laced with topaz, are smiling upside down at me. Her cheeks are rosy from the exhilaration, of our cat and mouse game.

I can't help myself, I give her a quick peck on the cheek. She laughs at this, suddenly I feel my cheeks warm, and gracefully turns herself right-side-up before landing beside me soundlessly.

She hugs me, her arms looping around my waist. I gently place my arms around her, inconspicuously moving my nose to her hair. I close my eyes, enjoying her slightly cool body temperature, a perfect pair to my excessively hot one.

Renesmee is now sixteen years old; she was fully grown at seven, just like the stories we had heard. I've been connected to her, and her to me, since she was several hours old. I vowed to protect her, and I did. Through all the events of her life, I have done my best to protect her. But now as I hold her, I can't help but wonder if I can protect her from myself. My feelings of love are growing, but not in the brotherly way. The way I should love her.

No, I find myself having romantic feelings for her. Everything about her warms my insides - her laugh, her smile, her ability to show me her fondest memories. But most of all is her eyes. These expressive gems tug at my heart every time she turns them on me. Sometimes, when I catch her staring, her cheeks will redden with the blood coursing through her, and her eyes will shine with embarrassment.

Sometimes I think they shine with something else. I want to believe that she feels the same, but I'm too afraid to ask. Too afraid of ruining my relationship with her by ruining her trust. I promised her I would protect her; if I have to protect her from me as well, I will.

"Jacob?" I hear mumbled into my coat. I pull back a few inches, as does Renesmee. She looks at me, her beautiful eyes wide with apprehension.

"Nessie? What's wrong?" I see small beads of moisture in her eyes, not enough to fall, but enough to make them glassy. She ignores my question with her lips, but instead answers with her hands.

She gently places her creamy white hands to my cheek, gently rubbing as if I had a tear rolling down, as my mind no longer sees the environment around me. My mind is transported to memories of me that she has. I feel my smile as she shows me all of her favorites - most of them occurring after she fully aged.

Then, something new occurred. This wasn't a memory that she contained. No, this was a projected thought - perhaps a dream. In this dream, we are surrounded by soft candlelight in the woods, laying on a blanket underneath the trees. She looks over at me, a smile on her lips, and touches my hand with hers. I grasped her hand, holding it, content with the contact. But she isn't. She leans into me, silently asking permission with her eyes. I blink once, and then lean towards her. Slowly, gently, softly, our lips collide.

Her hand is slowly removed from my face, and I am brought back to real time. Renesmee looks terrified. Of what I was certain - how I would react. In this reality, I lean into her, asking her for permission with my eyes.

She immediately responds, pulling my lips to hers. Her hands lace around my neck as I loops my arms around her waist. I kiss her softly, respectfully. This is the girl I love more than anything. I would respect her more than my body obviously wanted.

Suddenly, a frightening thought occurred, and I quickly pulled away. Renesmee's eyes were wide with shock, and her eyebrows were drawn, concerned.

I opened my mouth, apprehensive words spilling forth, "What are Edward and Bella going to do to me?"

The same fear registered on her face, and suddenly she softly cursed, "Ah hell."

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