A/N: Not enough Jake and Bella stories out there. Bella is a bit out of character, but I'm not too heartbroken about it – this is how I wanted Bella to be in the books. So there you go.
Had the situation been different, I would have let him fuck me. Fuck me so hard the bed shook the wall shook the house shook the ground. People would have felt it, you know? Felt the rhythm shaking their bones the way that one feels the heartbeat bass of a song at concert. He was all angles and corners and honesty, thrusting down towards me in an effort to get-off, to get me off. His shins banged on the bed-frame because the mattress was too small and his elbows clunked against the wall because the space was too tight, but he sucked my neck and caressed my chest and thrust down down down anyway.
I had been so content with ice, in all of its pristine perfection, despite its drawbacks. But I knew what I wanted, what I needed, at least once in my life: fire. His mouth was fire against my mouth and stomach and inner thigh. His hands drew lines of fire down my spine and over my ass and down the length of my thigh and calf and foot. His breath was fire, spoke fire, against the thin skin of the shell of my ear. But it wasn't enough. His heat was pressed between us, a flame stiff against my belly, and I needed it within me.
I had destined myself for a glacial world and all I could think about was how much I wanted hellfire, how much I needed passion in the face of an eternity of restraint.
If only once.
Ultimately, it wasn't Edward or Alice or Charlie or my pending eternity as a vampire or anything that made us stop. It was the simple, normal teenage frustration – a lack of protection. Without a condom, I wasn't about to do anything with Jake, no matter how fantastic his russet skin felt against mine. But who knew if this would happen again, and I had to tell him what I felt, needed to push him right up to the edge, make him remember.
"Jake," I breathed, hot into his ear. His heartbeat pounded in his chest erratically, and I pressed against him, shifting to increase the friction between our thighs. "I want you –"
He buried his face in my neck, into my hair, frustrated and sincere. "I want you too."
"No, I mean - " I trailed my way down his neck to his collar bone, " – I want you to - " under his neck, across to pulse point behind his other ear, whispering my secret into his brain, " – fuck me - " My teeth scraped his earlobe. " - Hard."
A moan escaped his lips.
"Under different circumstances, of course, - " I ground my hips against his, "- I would want you to fuck me - " and drew my right leg up his calf and over his straining thigh to pull his ass against me more firmly, "- so hard that Billy would hear it, even far away in the house as his is…"
"I would, too," he breathed, assertive and confident, gripping my leg to his body. He wasn't lying, and I knew it. The next time, assuming that there was a next time, he would not be so unprepared and I would not be in a situation so easy, so safe.
Feeling him arch above me, the pressure building in my lower stomach, I decided that I'm not so sure I like safe
If anything, I like fire.