A/N: So, first of all, I can't believe I'm writing a Twilight fic, much less a sexy one. I'm not gonna lie, I read the books and loved them, but the first movie was so awful it took the joy out of everything. The others have been better (thank the lord for different directors), but still. Anyways I've been on a Twilight binge lately (I re-read Breaking Dawn, read fanfics, and watched all the movies), combine that with my iPod, and you get this crazy idea. Music inspires me… So, I hope you can leave me a review, just to say how good or bad it was.

This is not a songfic. I know it looks like that, but it's just…helpful.

I ran swiftly through the seemingly deserted woods, anxious to get to my little shelter as fast as I could. The cold rain beat into my fur, but did little to send chills across my overheated skin. The water created giant puddles of mud that were perfect for my equally enormous paws to splash in, which I knew would create an even bigger, most delightful mess.

Which is exactly why I didn't send my claws into the squishy brown mass, even though I longed to. I wouldn't be able to clean up in time to meet Nessie, and I was already running a little late. Alice would be furious with me. The last time I committed such an atrocity, she had flipped her lid. I can still remember her coming downstairs where I sat on the couch with Nessie, and shrieking like a somehow pleasant banshee as she observed the mess with her sharp eyes. "Really, Jacob, if we wanted a dog, we would have gotten one way before you!" I had stuck my tongue out and Nessie giggled. I had admonished her by gently tugging a perfect copper ringlet.

Nessie, I sighed internally as I took a giant leap over the mud puddle. As if being her best friend and protector for seven years wasn't perfect enough, things began to change for us roughly three months ago. The imprint intensified…for both of us. I always feared the day that it would happen. She did, after all, have the option to reject me romantically. One day, however, it was like a light switch had turned on. Before then, my eyes were shadowed to her sexual side; she was nothing more than a very tall, gorgeous little sister. In fact, it had gone on for so long that I was beginning to wonder if it ever really would turn romantic, that I was a freak in yet another way. But when that light switch flipped on for both of us, it was like falling in love with her all over again. Technically I was, just in a whole new way, and I prayed that nothing would be so incredibly awkward because of how long we had known each other, and at what a young age I knew her. I pushed that thought out of my mind.

I remembered our first kiss, how perfect it was. Rough with passion, tender with love, the flavor of her mouth somewhere between honey and the most delicious apple, the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. No awkwardness. Not that that has been our only kiss. No, there have been many, many more kisses between then and now.

Shut the hell up, Jake, I'm trying to eat, Jared thought. I huffed as I pictured the white-tailed deer that was his dinner lying open on the ground. You're going to see her in, like, five minutes. Just keep it in your pants until then.

Look who's talking, I retorted. Do you know how many times I've heard you thinking about you and Kim doing it? Payback's a bitch.

Jared gave a sheepish growl as he tore a chunk of meat from the deer's thigh. I smiled - well, inside I smiled - at the fact that he didn't have a smart-ass retort for that.

I finally reached the little cottage that Esme had built for me, literally right between the Cullen's and La Push mileage-wise. It wasn't a home, so to speak – upon Edward's demands, there was no bedroom, just a tiny kitchen, a TV room (no couch, just normal, one-person sized chairs), a washer and dryer, and a giant wardrobe that contained clothes (stocked by Alice, of course) that I could throw on after phasing. Upon reaching the front door, I phased back into my human form and shook my head like a dog under the shelter of the front porch.

Stepping inside the front door, I grabbed a granola bar from the kitchen, caught a glimpse of the time on the microwave clock, and cursed. It was approximately three minutes until nine-thirty, when I was supposed to be in Nessie's room. I wolfed (ha ha) the chewy granola down, threw on a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a grey tank top, and began my way down the trail, beaten and practically mud-less thanks to its years of usage, that led to Edward and Bella's cottage.

Saturday nights were always the best. Even when Nessie and I were just best friends with no romantic attraction we would always do the most fun things on Saturday nights. Saturday was generally when the rest of the Cullens took the night off, so to speak, and went out on a family camping/hunting trip, up in the mountains, and I was left to play babysitter (as if I minded.) Once, when Nessie was technically two (about six in appearances), I asked if she minded being left out, and to my delight she insisted no, showing me with her gift all the fun things we always did when they were gone. They varied from the time I gave her a ride on my back as a wolf one rare day that it was sunny outside, to watching Sleeping Beauty, her favorite princess movie, on a bitter, snowy afternoon. She remembered always being warm and happy in my arms, a pleasant contrast to being cold and happy in the rest of her family's.

I reached the front entrance of their home, which looked like it was straight out of a fairy tale book, and picked a pink hibiscus, her favorite, from the vast front garden (I wasn't sure how they managed to grown hibiscus, but it didn't matter to me; as long as Nessie liked them, that's all I needed to know.) To my expectance the iron knob turned easily as I let myself in, grabbing the towel on the little table next to the door to wipe away what little mud was on my bare feet.

I picked up a loud noise coming from Nessie's room down the hallway. I already knew it was one of her favorite singers. Britney Spears. I smirked as I heard the age-old lyrics make their way through the house, and I had heard them enough times here to know the lyrics by heart; I almost felt like I was giving up my man card as I shamefully sang along in my head. The taste of your lips I'm on a ride, you're toxic I'm slipping under, the taste of a poison paradise…

I found Nessie in her room, doing something I had never seen her do before. At least, not like this. It was such a human moment, like watching some silly teenage rom-com.

I loved it.

Renesmee had her iPod, the latest model, plugged into the high-end stereo system that sat in the corner of her room, and was blasting "Toxic" by Britney (ironic, considering Nessie was the toxic one.) She had an expensive round bristle brush clutched in her thing fingers, which held it close to her face like a microphone, and she stood in front of the elaborate full-length mirror nailed into the wall opposite of the door. Dancing.

If there was anything that could be simultaneously so sexy yet completely adorable at the same time it was this sight before me. Her body, better than even the most gorgeous European Victoria's Secret model, moved perfectly in time with the music. Her thick copper curls bounced as she swayed her slim, yet curvy, hips, tossed her head, and, on one occasion, dropped at the knees so her adorable butt briefly touched her heels before she slowly slid back up again. It was like watching one of my wildest fantasies come alive before my very eyes. I was amazed she had not noticed me, either by smell or hearing.

I took a quiet step towards the queen-sized bed towards the western pink wall. Nessie was very much a girl in every sense. She was technically seven, but no one thought of her as seven. I sure as hell didn't, or it would make what we do very difficult. She had aged a bit past the expected mark, now appearing to be closer to eighteen than seventeen, but not quite eighteen. This suited me fine. I had stopped aging at nineteen, so it left a believable enough gap.

Physically she had grown to be quite the young woman, and that's not because I'm biased. Her parents weren't the shortest people in the world, with Edward around 6'3 and Bella at 5'6, and the last time Carlisle had measured her (this morning) she was barely 5'9. She was round in all the right places, with perky breasts and a cute butt that was perfectly shaped. Her thin body wasn't unhealthy, just lanky, much like Edward; her legs went on for miles, her delicate arms misleading as to how strong she really was. Not as strong as me, though; I used that to my advantage many a time.

More than anything there was that face. The face I fell in love with seven years ago, what saved me from killing her. I shuddered at the thought of what might have happened to her if I had never seen her face somehow in my mission to destroy her. I wouldn't get to enjoy this sight right now. I would be forever hated by Bella and the rest of the Cullens. Hell, I probably wouldn't even be here in Forks, most likely living as a wolf in the Alaskan frontier, miserable and wallowing in my self-pity.

She saved me. She saved us.

I didn't make it to the bed. I just stood there watching her. She was wearing a long sleeved black v-neck t-shirt and "artfully torn" dark wash skinny jeans. I even recognized the shade of hot pink that glittered on her tiny toes as "Bangin'." I smiled. That was the other thing about Nessie. She loved her clothes. Not as obsessed as Alice, but she definitely had her own style, which encompassed a variety of styles. No matter if she was feeling boho or edgy, she was always comfortably and casually chic. Yes, I just said chic. Nessie liked to talk about clothes. Like Blondie, she loved all things beauty, including nail polish. Honestly, I love hearing every minute of it.

The song changed from "Toxic" to "Do Something". The more bouncy tune brought out her wilder dance side as she lost virtually any of her (purposefully) sexy moves and opted for a routine full of more hair-flips and pirouettes. She was twenty-two seconds into the song when she performed one of those said pirouettes and finally caught sight of me.

"Holy shit, Jake!" she cried in her soprano voice, hiding the brush behind her back as if that would make me forget what I had been watching intently for five minutes. "How long have you been there?"

I laughed at her shock. It always made me crack up whenever she cussed, a habit from Emmett and me, I guess. I'll be the first to admit I have a bit of a potty mouth. "Four minutes and 58 seconds." I saw the flush rise in her cheeks, but she rolled her eyes and flicked the brush on her dresser nearby. I suddenly remembered the hibiscus in my hand and I held it up to her. "For you."

She took the lovely flower from my hand and inhaled its sweet aroma. "So you're a thief and tardy," she joked, rolling her eyes. Shit, she looked even more like Edward when she did that. Shaking that thought from my head, I could see the light in her eyes despite her comment; she was delighted I had thought to present it to her one way or the other. If there was one very un-girly thing about Renesmee, it was that she hated sappy, overly romantic stuff. Just like Bella. Unlike Bella, Nessie could accept a gift every now and then; she loved everything from the flowers I gave her to the designer clothes Alice presented. It was lovely to see those chocolate eyes light up in excitement. I grinned.

"What are you grinning about?" she asked sweetly, looking into the mirror to place the hibiscus artfully into her hair. I hoped it wouldn't stay there for long; I loved to run my fingers through her silky tresses.

"Lots of stuff," I said, winding my muscular arms around her tiny frame when she returned to me. "You, especially. How you seem to take after some kind of something from everyone in your family. How beautiful you are. How much I love you. What an amazing dancer you are…"

She giggled and playfully shoved at my chest. "Don't make fun of me, Black. I can't help it when I hear Britney."

"I was also thinking about how much you love Britney. I love that it annoys the hell out of your dad." She grinned at that, showing her full white smile behind perfectly plump, pink lips. Edward approved of Nessie's taste in music, one the many things about her he took a lot of paternal pride in. The enormous exception was Britney Spears. She told me that it was always the first thing she put on when he had interrupted us somehow, or wouldn't allow her to hunt on her own, or go to Seattle with Rose and Alice on school nights.

"Like I said," she said, her tone changing the conversation entirely. Sultry, low, beautiful. "Don't tease me. Maybe I was…practicing."

This time when her leading shove pushed me towards her bed, I followed it. The look in her eyes meant she was in the mood. I wasn't sure by her expression how far she wanted to go. She looked like she wasn't in the mood just for a few kisses and cuddles. The backs of my knees hit the edge of her fancy, expensive, extremely comfy mattress, and I sat there on the edge, watching her above me. Nessie pushed on my chest again, indicating for me to scoot back, and I obeyed. Before I knew it, she was straddling my lap, her hands grasping my shoulders before dragging me into a heated kiss.

I could kiss her for eternity; that was no exaggeration. If she wanted, I would kiss her until our jaws couldn't move any longer or we couldn't keep our eyes open. I sighed and captured her top lip between my own, then the bottom, swiped my tongue along the entrance to her mouth. She pulled back, denying me.

"Who's the tease now?" I gasped. Nessie giggled and trailed her plump lips across my jaw line. I hope she didn't mind the stubble that I hadn't bothered to shave this morning. Apparently not, because she let out the most adorable little noise that vibrated against my skin when she closed her lips over my sensitive pulse. I vaguely noticed in the background that the song had changed to "I Wanna Go." I wanna go all the way takin' out my freak tonight, I wanna show all the dirt I got running through my mind.

"I thought of you when I heard this earlier, Jake," she whispered now directly into my ear. Her sweet breath tickled the inside of my ear deliciously and I shivered the way only she could make me. "I want to do it. Tonight."

At that moment she ground her slim hips into mine, and I couldn't stop the immediate groan of pleasure that rose from the back of my throat. On top of that she placed her tiny hand on my cheek and I immediately her images of us together, really together. I moaned again and looked directly into her now smoldering gaze. "Nessie…are you sure?"

Edward was going to literally rip my head off. Nessie might not be able to stop him this time. It might take the combined force of Nessie, Bella, and Jasper for emotional control and maybe even Emmett for physical resistance. Shit, shit, shit.

Nessie must have noticed my worry. She changed her thoughts to ask what I was thinking about.

"Your dad is going to kill me for good this time," I strangled, partly in fear, part arousal.

She looked amused and irritated at the same time. "Jacob, don't worry about him. If he's going to take you down, he'll have to go through me."

I gasped painfully. "Don't say that."

She looked upset that she had caused me pain. "I'm sorry, baby. But I love you, too, remember? You're not the only one who's willing to do anything for someone else. So…please? He can't control us any longer. He'll always be my dad. He'll always want me celibate or at least married, first. I don't want to be married yet. I just want you."

My heart melted. I couldn't deny her anything she wanted. If she was positive about this, then so was I. in response I let my fingers thread through the perfect curls at the nape of her neck, pulling her head towards mine with renewed heat. She grinned against my lips, letting our tongues mingle this time when I silently asked permission. We kissed for what felt like forever until she pulled away for air, taking advantage of the time to pull my tank top over my head. When it was thrown across the room she pushed at my shoulders so forcefully she didn't need my assistance. I smirked up at her as I settled my large hands at her tiny waist. "You always did like to play rough."

Nessie giggled at that. "Shame on me," she whispered. I caught the innuendo but effectively ended any coherent thought that could turn into a retort by grinding her warm center to my now growing erection. She scratched her nails, perfectly manicured, against my abs, tracing the outlines of all my muscles, across each of my nipples. I hadn't realized how sensitive they were until she scraped the squared tip of her perfect nails against them. Out of nowhere I requested, "More, Nessie. Tell me more. Show me more."

She leaned down to kiss me heatedly, simultaneously placing her warm hand at my temple, fingers curling into my neatly cropped hair. It was positively mind-blowing to feel the warmth of her lips and tongue meshing erotically with mine while at the same time hearing her thoughts about me. I love your muscles, Jake. So big, so strong. Protective. Mine. She punctuated her thoughts with a possessive growl that I could feel rumble against my lips.

I tore my lips away from hers to rip the shirt over her head. The fabric tousled her thick hair slightly but it only made her that much more appeasing. "You are so pretty," I murmured. She blushed at the rather juvenile word, but it was different; beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, she had heard a million times from everyone, not just me. I think pretty summed her up perfectly. "I love you."

"I love you," she whispered back. Nessie showed me another image, instructing me on how to take off her bra. I got it in one try. I couldn't help the smirk of male pride as I slowly slid each strap off, pulling away the lacy black garment to reveal her two perfectly symmetrical breasts.

Immediately I reached for them, brushing the underside with my fingertips, inspired by the pleased sigh she emitted, and her graceful arch into my hands, I let my thumb brush across her mauve nipple. She let out a full-on moan, the sound ringing like bells in my ears. Reveling in the sound, I forced her down so I could wrap my lips around that hardened peak. She moaned louder this time, as my hand reached towards her right breast so as not to neglect it. I massaged the firm yet supple flesh gently. She moaned into my ear and with her hand still clutched tightly in my hair thought, Harder.

I obeyed, squeezing more forcefully. She let out a deep groan and arched further into my hand, grinding her wet sex into my covered length. I could feel her heat through the fabric of our clothes, and I growled as I switched hand and lips. Nessie cried out my name.

Good lord, there was no better sound in the entire world. Nothing. Absolutely nothing compared to hearing my name on that ecstatic cry, a cry for more.

I couldn't deny her anything. Within half a second I had her on her back, her doe eyes staring up at me with nothing more than love and desire. I bent down and roughly kissed her, letting my tongue enter her mouth without requesting entrance and ran the tip over the roof of her mouth, tickling her. I felt her own small tongue come to life against mine, tracing the side of mine sensuously. I moaned quietly at the seductive feeling and my breath hitched when I felt her hand on my cheek once again. Your moans are so sexy. They make me wet. As if to emphasize her words, she lifted her hips to once again graze her center against the bulge in my shorts.

It felt so, so good. I wanted her closer, though. I made quick work of the button and zipper and peeled them off her long legs. I made space for me between them once again and began kissing her slender neck, sucking wet kisses behind her ear, knowing they wouldn't leave a mark. One of the many benefits to being half-vampire: no hickeys. She gave a sweet moan and I felt her tiny hands move from my shoulders to wrap around my torso. As much as I would love to stay in her embrace, it would have to wait until later; I had different plans for now.

I kissed my way down her perfect body, showering each bit of skin that I passed with physical affection as well as visual, across her breasts and down her flat tummy, to the top of her black panties that matched the bra that was now hanging precariously on the lamp at the far corner of the room. I didn't have to take a deep breath to catch the overpowering smell of her, which was a sweet as the rest of her, only ten times better. I couldn't help what I was going to do next.

To her complete and utter surprise I trailed my tongue over the soft fabric, tracing her slit. Her resulting cry was the best so far, my name mixed with excitement, anticipation, arousal. Wanting to taste her even better, I hooked my thumbs in the sides of her panties and tugged them down her smooth, slender legs.

She was now completely open to me, absolutely breathtaking. "Nessie," I moaned, ducking my head to kiss her shaking thighs, trail my tongue over the sensitive flesh. I kissed my way further up her thigh, across her small mound that was trimmed to a thin strip of brown curls down the center, finally planting an open-mouthed kiss to her clit. She jumped and cried out my name, her hand coming down to rake through my hair.

Not entirely sure of what I was doing, I reached out with my tongue to wiggle her clit, relishing the sounds she made. "Fuck, Nessie, you have no idea how hard you make me when you say my name like that." I trailed my tongue down and dipped it into her opening, and I instantly became addicted to her honey-like juices that surrounded my probing tongue. "You taste amazing," I said against her. The rumbling of my voice, deeper than normal with arousal, vibrated against her sensitive sex.

She cried out in ecstasy, and as I learned my way around her, I found a rhythm between suckles, kisses, and licks, until I brought her over to her first orgasm. Her fluids exploded around my tongue inside her, and her heels dug into my back so hard it almost hurt. Her hips delicately bucked into my face as I helped her ride out her release by replacing my tongue with one long finger, and instead attached my lips to her clit, sucking hard.

"Jake, oh Jake! Shit!" she cried out. I chanced a glance up at her. I hadn't until now for fear of busting my nut right then and there. Her face was even more amazing that usual, her lips forming my name around them over and over again. I felt her internal muscles clamp around my finger as she came once again, and I really almost did come with the combined senses of her sex milking my finger, her sweet voice calling my name, the sight of her face twisted with pleasure, and the smell and taste of her come. I climbed back up her body and let her taste herself on my lips.

Nessie had hardly calmed down when she reached for my shorts with trembling hands. Somehow, she managed to undo the button and pulled down the zipper so I could slip out of them. She grasped my length in her hands and began to pump slowly up and down. There was no stopping that moan, no possible way to keep my hips from pushing into her supple hands. She brought one hand up to my cheek and imagined me inside her. I groaned again and she thrust her hips up so that he wet sex met my hard length. "Oh, my God," I moaned helplessly, seeking more of her heat.

"I'm ready, Jacob. We can do it," she assured, tugging at my hair to bring our lips together more softly than what they had been most of the night.

I broke apart from her. "It's going to hurt," I told her remorsefully. On top of her being a virgin, I wasn't the smallest guy in the locker room; very proportional to the rest of my frame.

"I don't care. It'll hurt now and it'll hurt in ten years if we don't do it by then. What will hurt more is if you aren't inside me in the next fifteen seconds," she said, a deadest look in her lust-darkened eyes.

I nodded; I couldn't say no. I positioned myself to her entrance, moaning as the tip met her wet lips. "I love you, Nessie," I reminded before we did this for good.

Nessie smiled gently, as if she understood. "I love you, Jake."

Without a second thought I plunged into her, inch by inch.

I grit my teeth together so hard it would take the Jaws of Life to pry them apart. She was So. Fucking. Tight. I told her this and she moaned in response, working herself to take me. At some point I felt her barrier break and she gasped, a different gasp than those earlier. Pain. I was causing her pain.

"Nessie, Nessie I'm so sorry. We can stop. Do you want me to stop?" I grumbled, already starting to pull out of her.

She gripped my slim hips with her strong little hands and held me still. "So help me God, Jacob, if you stop I will punch you so hard your werewolf skin won't heal."

It would have made me laugh if we were in any situation but this one. I nodded and kept pressing until I was fully inside her. I gave her a moment to adjust and just when I thought I wouldn't be able to stand it any longer, she moved her hips ever so slightly, so that I moved inside her. I gasped. The grip of her around me was the most wonderful, exciting feeling I had ever experienced. "Oh, Nessie."

"Jake," she moaned like an angel. "More; harder, faster." She placed her hands on my cheeks. Make me come, Jake.

I didn't take a second thought as I pulled back and entered her again. She moaned happily and wrapped her nimble legs around my trim waist and her arms around my shoulders. I held myself up on one forearm and reached the other to run my fingers through those silky copper curls. The flower had since fallen out, long forgotten. She didn't need anything as comical as a flower to make her look better. She outshone the flower easily.

I'm not sure how much time passed until I started to feel for sure that I couldn't last much longer. A couple of minutes, at the most. "Nessie, baby, I'm going to come."

"Wait for me, Jake," she whispered hastily into my ear. She dragged her hand over my skin, which didn't help my situation in the least. She let her fingers wrap in the little hair that I had and I saw my hand trailing down her body, which had the lightest sheen of sweat possible covering it, and pressing my fingers to her clit.

I moaned and did as she showed me, rubbing the little nub in circles, over and over again.

"Jake!" She cried suddenly, and out of nowhere I felt her muscles flutter around me as they had earlier with my finger. The sensation was about as intense as my mind could take, and as I came with a low growl and a long moan, I think I blacked out for about two seconds. I collapsed onto Nessie below me, knowing she could take my weight. She welcomed it by wrapping her arms around my waist as we blew hot air into each other's necks.

When we came down from our highs, I felt warm pride settle over me as I remembered that I had actually made her come, and before me at that. To her slight displeasure, I slid off and out of her, but gathered her into my arms at once. "Love you, pretty Nessie."

She grunted, and I could tell she was already falling asleep. I took her grunt to be my words reciprocated and I nuzzled into her hair before allowing the darkness to settle over me as well.

The next morning I awoke before sunup. I hated to wake Nessie, but I needed to leave before the Cullens returned from their trip to the mountains later in the morning. I gently shook her awake to inform her of my plans. She groaned unhappily and tried to get me to snuggle back in bed with her. As much as I wanted to, I valued my life more that a morning full of afterglow.

"We have a long time, sweetheart," I mumbled into her hair as I tugged on my shorts and shirt. "One morning won't hurt."

She sat up in bed and didn't even bother to cover herself when the sheet fell to her waist. I liked that.

"I'll miss you," she murmured sweetly. I gave her a chaste kiss goodbye before I headed for the door.

Just as I was about to open her bedroom door, I turned to eye the room. "You should probably clean up around here. I think the sex smell is pretty much gone, but…" I trailed off, eyeing the bra hanging from the lamp.

Nessie giggled the rolled her eyes. I saw Edward again. I fought not to cringe. I hope that instinct would go away over time, when this became more routine. "Yeah, you're right." She sighed, feigning despair. "I guess this gives me one more reason for a day of Britney. First you have to leave, and now I have to clean." She crossed her arms over her chest, pouting for real now. I wished she would take them away. I didn't like to see her upset, more than anything.

I laughed, walking over to the bed to give her one more kiss, wiping the pout away. "I expect those dance moves to be pristine when I come back."

"Don't hold it against me if they're not," she replied. Her eyes lit up. "Get it? Hold it against me?"

I grinned. She was so cute. "If they are, though, you're gonna gimme more of you."

She squealed and hopped out of bed racing into my arms. "Don't worry Jake. You're gonna get a piece of me."

I hugged her naked body and fought off my growing arousal. "Okay, enough Britney innuendos!" I exclaimed, faking exasperation. I looked down at her, my pretty Nessie. "I love you," I said before leaning down the foot and two inches it took to make our lips meet.

"I love you."

A/N: Yeah, yeah, sappy ending. But seriously, this is my longest one-shot ever. I hope you made it through. I would love to write more twilight, but only if I know people are going to read it. Please leave a review! Thanks to everyone for reading :)