New Year's Episodes

Part 1

Stupid stupid stupid jerk. These were the eloquent thoughts storming through Bella Swan's mind as she thought of the arrogant, smug expression on Jacob's face from the day before.

"Face it Bella, you know you can't keep your eyes off of me, and you want me to touch you as much as I want to touch you," he chuckled, the sound making Bella shiver in pleasure. "You know what I think," he said as he took three steps towards her, towering over her, his eyes burning with passion, "I think you want to touch me too."

She did. She wanted to reach up and stroke his cheek, and then weave her fingers into his hair. She wanted to place her lips on the juncture where his neck met his shoulder, and leave it there while she moved her hands from his hair and put them under his shirt and ran them up and down his chest. She wanted to make him tremble the way he makes her tremble with his simple touches.

"Bells?" Charlie called from the hallway.

"Yeah, Dad," Bella answered from the kitchen where her hands were busy chopping up vegetables for the stuffing and assortment of dishes she was preparing for dinner. Billy, Jacob, Seth, and Embry, Quil were coming over for New Year's Eve celebrations. Bella, of course, was on kitchen duty. She didn't mind; doing something with her hands kept her mind busy with thinking about what she wanted to do to Jacob with her hands (It alternated with wanting to touch him inappropriately, or hit him)

"The guys are on their way. You need me to do anything?"

"Uh, no thanks Dad. I'd like the kitchen to remain standing for now, thanks." Charlie chuckled at Bella's teasing.

"You and Jacob okay?" Charlie asked hesitantly. He wasn't the type to get too involved with these things, but he noticed her foul mood from the day before.

"Sure, sure, we just had a fight."

"Again?" Charlie asked, half-amused. He assumed once Bella returned from Alaska, no longer engaged and no long tied to Edward Cullen in any way (that he knew of ), Bella and Jake would have wound up together. Instead, they seemed to be dancing around each other. Again. He was secretly hoping for the two to get together and be a done deal before that Edward kid showed up and ruined everything again.

"Come on, Dad, we don't fight all that much," Bella said, choking on laughter as she realized what a terrible lie it was. They fought constantly. There were times when she just wanted to pick up a bat and hit him in the face, and there were ( many, many ) times when she wanted to push him against the wall and just kiss him like there was no tomorrow.

She knew, once she came back after completing one semester of college in Alaska, that she would need to beg Jacob to give her a chance to be his friend again. Only, it never happened. They never bothered to discuss anything. They went back to being the same as they had been before Alice showed up after her swan-dive. Just Jake & Bells. The newborn fight, the engagement with Edward, all of the time apart just disappeared when they reunited not that long ago.

There were a few differences, though. His hugs lasted longer, the touches never ended, and the sweet kisses on her forehead, cheek, hair, hands, wrist didn't stay chaste for long. His lips always lingered longer, waiting for her rejection, but she never moved a muscle. Instead she savored the feel of his lips and wished for him to just kiss her already. Kiss her harder than he had before the newborn fight.

"Billy and I have a bet, you know?" Charlie's question interrupted her thoughts.

"A bet on what?"

"How long it'll take before you two get together." Bella's face darkened a few shades and she glared at her father. She thought up a response, only to stop the words from leaving her mouth as she heard the slamming of car doors out in the driveway.

She made up her mind. She was going to teach them all a lesson. Charlie and Billy were going to be punished for making bets on love life. Jacob Black was going to learn how hard it would be to woo Bella Swan.

Jacob squirmed in his seat on the couch. Everyone had their eyes focused on the flat screen, so no one paid any attention to him. All he wanted to do was see her face, make her blush, touch her, kiss her.

She hadn't said one word to him as he walked in the door. After giving Billy a hug and a kiss, she returned to the kitchen and never returned. He couldn't take it anymore so he stood up and walked over to the kitchen, immediately noticing her pale, soft arms in the black tank top. She must have taken off her hoodie, and he was thankful for it. She was whisking something in a bowl, and before he knew what he was doing, he was standing behind her, waiting for her to take notice of him.

She didn't.

So he did what he had to. He bent down and placed a soft, lingering kiss, his tongue making an appearance and tasting the flavor of her skin on her right shoulder.

The whisking stopped, and he saw her tremble, goosebumps forming on her arms. He chuckled and walked away, satisfied with her response.

Damn him, damn him to hell, Bella thought furiously. I will not surrender.

The next time Jacob came back the kitchen, Bella had been doing some dishes. Again, he walked back to her, this time, kissing her a centimeter below where he kissed her last. He tasted her again, and waited for the tremble and goosebumps that followed. It took every ounce of self control for her not to scream "Just take me on the counter Jake!"

Billy and Charlie had dozed off after consuming a few too many beers. Ebray, Quil, and Seth all took off for a quick run, leaving Bella and Jake alone.

She was still in the kitchen, icing some cupcakes when Jake came back and stood behind her again. He lowered his head back down to shoulder, his right hand holding her right arm in place, while his left snuck around her waist and rested on her stomach. He pulled her back against him and went to work.

This wasn't a kiss like the time before. Or the time before that. Jacob held her in place while his lips moved from her shoulder to the top of her arm, his tongue leaving a path, followed by a nip here, a nip there. On the fourth nip, she bent her head back to rest on his chest, her legs quaking so hard, the only thing holding her up was Jacob's steady hold of her waist.

She wanted that tongue in her mouth. Now.

Before she could turn around, Jacob stepped back, and detached himself from her form. She wanted to scream in despair, but didn't. They locked eyes as she finally turned around. His eyes were on fire, and she trembled again when saw him lick his lips. Damn you Jacob Black, she yelled in her mind. As if he was able to read her thoughts, he smirked and said in a low, menacing voice, "It'll be your left shoulder the next time."

Bella gulped and nodded.

(to be continued…if you want, of course)