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Lyrics from The Big Escape by Minus the Bear
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Chapter One: The Big Escape
You must be an illusion.
Can I see through you?
Edward
It was all irrelevant. Looking at the physical embodiment of my reason to live, tasting it and enjoying it, actually being happy every day. That meant nothing at all.
According to the big picture.
We tampered with the big picture, a path we could have lived through. I'm not sure I would have wanted that life. Either way, none of it is relevant. It is the end that matters. In the big picture, it is where leading sequences go.
That, I do not understand. What worth is the ending without the journey?
Jacob
I'm not one to pry.
That's a lie. The correct way to say it is I'm not one to pry when it would make things drastically hurt him more than he already was. He promised to meet me inside. He was needed-alone. That is never a good sign in the books of good news and bad news. No matter what anyone says "Can we speak in private." in most cases than not, a courtesy of private disappointment...or worse. Well, at least he was polite.
I suddenly felt like punching myself. I should have demanded I stay with him and talk. It had to be about Sam, it had to. Because only he- I stopped, feeling like an ass. It had been an hour since I saw Edward appear from the trees, a literal stony look on his face, his eyes reminding me of Cheerios in spoiled milk. Never a good sign. He was enduring the torment to himself and yet here I was only making it worse by thinking of whether or not I should ask. They still make people this retarded?
I opened my mouth to ask, but he was already across the room, disappearing out of the door. I watched, sighing at my mistake. He definitely knew the question was coming, but I already did my best to be patient. Watching him sit there like a fucking statue for 60 minutes wasn't entertaining and it damn sure didn't keep me from thinking what was said. He had to tell me, because this was about me and ultimately about us. I thought this relationship stuff was teamwork. Leave it to Edward Cullen to make things difficult and a one-man mope fest. He really needed to share the load
...Ironically that was never the problem during sex.
I inhaled deeply, doing my best not to worsen the problem. Granted it was about me, but I needed to show some patience if he couldn't get it out that second. Edward tends to have the love for theatrics. Something I am definitely up for getting used to. But man, it is annoying.
I followed Edward out of the room, catching sight of him going downstairs. I kept a few paces behind him, blindly following until he was at the first floor. From where I stood, I noticed the tense muscles in his back, the clothes he carelessly threw on, hung on his body like dead weight. He looked horrible. I followed him to the piano, noticing how the wood gleamed under the room lights. I could hear the sounds of voices upstairs and a few clanks of metal from the garage. From what I was told, Edward's sister was a sucker for fixing up cars just as I was.
Edward sat down behind the piano, staring at the keys momentarily before his fingers stroked against them, getting some pleasurable sounds in response. I listened, a bit taken back by the tune. It felt so dark, but at the same time, I never heard anything so passionate, not even after remembering such intense words he said to me. He played for about 5 minutes, building on what I now called The Theme. He'd go on lighter, softer tangents, then in would come the traces of that tune again, filling the house up before it was roaring back, then died out again to another softer melody.
He must've been streaming his thoughts through the keys. I didn't like what this was doing to him. I finally spoke, unable to let it continue on, "What did Paul say?" Edward's hands froze over the keys. His topaz eyes now hardened and appeared to darken two shades. He was complete stone. I took the initiative to sit next to him. My hands came up on their own accord, petting his bronze hair and cupping his cheek. It hurt seeing him like this. I knew this, just how I knew that whatever he was keeping from me was to not hurt me as well. His eyes finally met mine and I couldn't help but gulp at his expression.
If vampires could cry...
"I mean nothing without you." He spoke finally. I waited, hoping he would clear up why he would say that, "But they need you."
Who needed me? The pack? "Why do they-?" I tried to pinpoint what could make him say this. A slow, but nonetheless strong wave of fear shook my body.
Edward's hands held me in place. I was suddenly aware it wasn't my imagination. I was literally shaking, my vision turning red.
I barely spoke above a whisper. "Who?" He knew what I meant. Who was hurt? I think I already had an idea.
Edward's face was set in concentration as he spoke, "They caught a scent about 50 miles out from the beach after the meeting. There was only Sam and Quil at that point. They were the closest. But he was still able to contact Paul and Jared. Sam and Quil caught up to him. James was enraged. He seemed to have given up on strategy as he was heading for La Push." Edward stopped. I sat there, taking as much of it as I could in.
"Quil got to him first." My eyes shut at his words. Damnit Quil, "James injured him badly, but Sam came in before he could kill him. Until Paul and Jared came, it was just them." My body shook again. I needed to know what happened, but half of me prayed for Edward to lie, to tell me everyone was fine. I knew better.
Edward stopped, his thumbs caressing my collarbone deftly. I knew he'd give me that; a lie. If that was what I truly wanted.
I gritted, my teeth, "Please, go on."
"Sam was trying to protect Quil. James was intent on killing him. He paid Sam no mind until he was provoked." The thought of Quil handing me my jacket and telling me to keep the bike was all I could think about. The look on his face when I told him to think of those he loved. What would happen to them if they lost him. And Sam...I thought of Emily. This was bad. No one ever explained what happened if the person who has imprinted dies or what happens to those they imprinted on. I did my best to listen, but Edward inhaled sharply and didn't continue. Maybe I thought too much. I exhaled dramatically, letting my head sag in against his chest. His arms automatically wound around my shoulders.
I was at a loss for words. Wouldn't I get in the way? What did they need me for?
"You're a born leader." Edward answered.
"What condition are they in?" I asked, feeling sick knowing the answer wouldn't be good.
Edward's hands held my head, lifting it so we were eye to eye, "Their condition is critical. That's all he told me, love." He watched me attentively, observing my response. I really couldn't say much.
What the hell could I do? What could I say? I had to at least keep calm for him. He was in enough pain worrying how much pain I'd be in. I appreciated the concern, but it was ridiculous. And just a little weird.
But still..."Thank you." I spoke. His eyes softened and his lips pecked mine affectionately.
"I love you and I understand that you have a duty." He stopped as if he was trying to form the next words, "I won't hold you back... ever."
I pulled away, staring at him wide-eyed, "Who says you'll hold me back?" Then it dawned on me. If Sam died...Edward's eyes cringed at the thought, "Nothing will ever keep me away, Edward. Not even duty."
Edward didn't respond immediately. Was this what he was really concerned about? Me leaving?
"I know I'm selfish." He shook his head, "You're worried about your friends and I'm more concerned about you leaving me."
"Don't be sorry."
It wasn't him that should be apologizing. It was me. Maybe if I didn't get them involved in this, nothing would have happened. Things were fucked up because of me.
Edward
When we escape
It's with a white lie
We're both alive
Now we lay this close
Catchy measures of the pulse
It was an entire day and he wasn't back yet. I got calls nearly every hour of updates and occasionally a few texts right after, but it wasn't enough. I hadn't tasted him in 24 hours or inhaled his scent as I held him. To call it an addiction would have been an understatement. It was an equivalent to air for a human, sunlight for a flower. How was I going to function in the future if he was ever pack leader?
Only moments after Jacob went back home, did I talk to Alice and Carlisle. It was difficult for Alice to pin-point anything at all, she had brief flashes, but nothing clear. It must have been the crossing between James and the pack. As long as the pack was involved, Jacob's safety was never guaranteed.
We were helpless even in the capacity of medical assistance. Carlisle's offer was turned down constantly every time. At this moment in time, Jacob was taking orders from his own father and the other Quileute elders, those who were intent on keeping the treaty line intact- even at the expense of their own lives. I was hurt and enraged.
Something else that bothered me more than it should was the initial reason why Paul kept the conversation for my ears only; to make the impact more direct towards Jacob. I knew how this worked. If I was the one to break the news, be the liaison for his pack, it isolated him even more. They needed him and yet they were going to make him suffer for it. They were going to take him away from me in the process of taking him down a few notches. He was just too trusting to see that.
Or perhaps I was being too pessimistic. Much of what I got was from Paul and Paul alone and the relationship between him and Jacob wasn't a promising one. The thought aggravated more than it assuaged me.
Thoughts were an enemy when I had to endure long spans of time in anticipation. Even with the constant murmurs and ongoing waves of busy thoughts swarming in the house, I was left alone to think. Carlisle and Jasper discussed treaty amendments, Alice worked diligently to focus her skill around the Quileute pack as Esme offered some tips that could work and Emmett as always laid his mind to rest with a game on TV. To consider Rosalie, would have been a polite gesture on my part. I honestly could care less considering her lack of concern for Jacob.
No one wanted to cross the threshold to my room. There was an unknown fear of what they would see and how they were to handle it- Esme especially. Her motherly protection over Jacob increased tenfold after he imprinted, so it was expected that her concern was almost as intense as mine.
24 hours, and he wasn't back. I was concerned.
xXx
6 more hours passed. And not a word of communication
In frustration, Alice left, dragging Jasper unwillingly along with her. She needed to let her aggravations out on some shopping. Carlisle was to follow soon after, being needed at the hospital. And Esme, bless her, in hopes of welcoming Jacob back had just arrived with a bed set and a king sized mattress. I opened the door to my room in time to see Emmett barging in with pieces of the need-to-be-assembled set followed by Esme and surprisingly Rosalie.
"Need a bed for the mutt, I suppose." Rosalie spoke disgustedly. Emmett merely chuckled, already allowing his mind to race.
"Only one need for a bed." He smirked devilishly.
Esme caught on, placing the pieces of the bed frame down, but she asked anyway, "Sleep?"
"Doing the freaky-deaky!" He winked at me. Despite my mood, I felt the twitch of a grin and before I knew it, it was a full smile.
"Thatta boy!" Emmett's voice boomed in laughter as he pounded his bear-like hand against my shoulder.
This was their way of getting me to open up and let them in after locking myself in my room over a day. Emmett carried the mattress up, resting it against the wall as Esme and I put together the bed in fluid motions. Rosalie watched bored, her back against the floor-to-ceiling glass window. In less than 30 minutes, the mattress was fitted on the frame and Esme was gingerly placing the new sheets, comforter and pillows on the bed.
Emmett gave a content sigh, patting the fluffy bed as if testing its softness, "Feels bang worthy." He confirmed.
"Emmett, this bed is for Jacob when he sleeps over." Esme finally spoke up, "I have a feeling he will be here a lot more even with his current situation." She said softly. I mentally thanked her for having such hope.
"Of course he will. No one wants to walk home after an exhausting fuck." Emmett said shamelessly. I hid my face with my hands, regretting Esme was there.
""Would you stop it?" Rosalie growled, "I'm getting visuals." She scowled leaving the room hurriedly like that helped her at all. It didn't. I held back a growl as a short film played in her mind.
Jacob was a bit bigger than that.
"Me too." Emmett bit his lips, but followed suit without another word. His thoughts were more accurate.
I felt Esme's hands on my shoulder as she spoke softly, "He'll be back. He is tied to you. He can never be far for too long." Esme petted my head affectionately before disappearing behind Emmett. I could hear their footsteps travel down, dispersing on the first floor. I stared at the bed, taking in the smooth, dark wood and matching comforter and pillows neatly arranged. I'd give anything to see him splayed on it, writhing in pleasure, whispering my name...
Perhaps Emmett was partially right.
I smiled to myself, already picking up that familiar musk scent.
Jacob
I see you do by the way you move
I need to feel your body moving on me
I stumbled lazily off the bike, looking up at the massive house, knowing he was inside pacing about crazily or annoying Alice for a vision. The last 6 hours were the worse. I was so exhausted and angry, I forgot to call and let him know what was up. I really didn't want to relive anything and upset him. He'd find out sooner or later anyway.
That core pain I had had for the past day was already subsiding as I approached the towering building. Maybe that was where the exhaustion and irritation came from. I was too far from him to tolerate it. That had to explain the random moments I thought I lost my sanity.
All was beginning to fade now that I approached the door. I was still overly tired, but none of that mattered when the door swung open to reveal the reason for my existence. He stared at me intensely, reading my expression. A strong, magnetic tug pulled me in the direction of his body. I was suddenly breathless, unable to think clearly.
He looked confused, trying to decipher something, "Jacob..." Something seemed to dawn on him. His eyes relaxed in realization.
"Come here." I growled, pulling him towards me by the nape of the neck. He didn't fight, but responded immediately letting me take control with a muffled moan. I forced my way into his house, pushing him back. Instead of stumbling as I would have, he swiftly lifted both legs, hugging my hips. That move itself turned me on. My hands scooped under his ass, pressing him against me as I nibbled his lip affectionately.
He was just as impatient as I was, rocking his hips against me eagerly. I grunted, feeling his hardness. Boy, someone was eager for fun.
"Shut up and take me upstairs." He growled, jerking his hips against me. I didn't think to ask whether we had company or not. I climbed the stairs quickly, holding him against me as to not lose grip.
"Hurry." He whined after I was able climb the first flight. My legs picked up speed, knocking what felt like a stone wall aside.
"Whoa!" I heard Emmett yell out. He shot both hands up, watching us pass. His eyes were wide with shock and curiosity as he laughed out at the scene we were making. I heard him mumbling something about always being right as I climbed the next flight, Edward moaning in my arms.
Edward's arms shot out behind him, just as we reached his room. The door creaked open revealing something I didn't expect there at all; a big ass bed.
When the hell did this happen?
"It was a gift from Esme." He panted as I threw him against the mattress. I really didn't know how to digest that answer. He laughed, "It's for you to sleep on."
I leaned over him, hands resting on either side of his head, my lips grazing against his, "You sure about that, baby?" I teased. He closed his eyes momentarily, inhaling deeply as if he just remembered how to breathe.
Did I just put him in a sex stupor? I never did that before. I lowered my lips on his cool skin, pecking the hollow dip above his collarbone before suckling the skin there. I parted his legs with my knees, cupping him through his jeans. His back arched under me, so he could press himself against me. I fingered the tip of his cock through the fabric, grinning at the way his pants tented up. It must be painful.
"Jacob," He whimpered, "Don't tease." My hands moved, finding his and gripping them.
I kissed his nose, noticing how he growled at my patronizing response, "I would never do such a thing." I chuckled, licking his lips suggestively.
"Mmm, fuck me." He whispered, grinding up towards me.
Fuck me? Being away for a day had its benefits, but I'm not sure I'd be able to endure that pain again. I felt that shortness of breath again.
Fine. He'd get it his way for now.
My hands fumbled with his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping like a true novice.
xXx
I awoke for what had to be six hours later. The sun was at an odd angle in the sky, annoying me to consciousness. I turned over, groaning out at raw flesh touching what felt like cold stone. I must have overdone it last night. My eyes cracked open, coyly watching what Edward was doing.
I forgot that being sneaky with this one was out of the question.
Dark eyes peered at me amused.
I sighed, relaxing on the bed. "Did you seriously watch me sleep all night?"
"I did." He said nonchalantly like I asked him if he fed the dog.
"Should I?" He teased.
Wow. I turned on my side, my back to him, "Whatever." I grumbled.
He took the initiative to spoon me, giving me butterfly kisses along my spine. "You play movies." he snuggled his head in the crook of my neck, kissing the skin there. I laughed despite myself. I have the misfortune of being ticklish.
"Movies?" I finally caught on to what he said.
"Your dreams." He inhaled deeply.
"And what did I dream about?"
"Hmmm," He seemed to be thinking for a while, "As you know, dreams are riddles and puzzles that are hard for a person to decipher let alone an outsider."
"Was I riding a pony naked or something?"
I felt his lips smile against my skin, "That would be a sight." He laughed, "You were running through fields, making love to me, playing chess with Rosalie, and swimming with Sam and eating macaroni and cheese with Ronald McDonald."
What the fuck?
"Tell me more about that."
"Eating mac and cheese with Ronald?" Edward asked, "It is kind of self-explanatory. You were in a house I didn't recognize, a beautiful, young woman served the meal to you two. She was badly scarred..."
"I was talking about us making love." I cut him off. Having mac and cheese with Ol' Ronnie sounds more like a nightmare than a dream.
He paused momentarily before speaking, "We were back in that hotel." He spoke softly, "I had you bent over." He added lightly.
As content as I would have been with that visual, I couldn't help thinking of something else he had seen, "And I was swimming with Sam?" Huh, weird.
"...Yeah." He added in a small voice.
I thought about this one for a while. I think I could still vaguely remember. We were far away from shore arguing in the waters. The waves were violent and big. The tide took him under within a second. I remember diving to get him.
I turned in Edward's arms.
"What happened?" I asked. That was all that I could recall. I remember it feeling so real though. We were screaming at each other one minute, then the next...
"Did I find him?"
Edward's hard, frozen stare was enough for me. I didn't save him.
"Hey." He whispered, cupping my cheeks, "It was a dream. Your mind has been overly run with concern for Sam and Quil. You were bound to have a dream about one of them. Doesn't mean it is true."
It didn't feel not true. Sam was near dead and I do have a weird thing for macaroni and cheese. There was some truth to these dreams.
"Would you ever play chess with Rosalie?" He smirked, knowing the answer he was going to get.
"Is that even possible?" I rolled my eyes, "Being that blonde must cause brain damage."
He laughed, kissing my lips happily. He knew how to distract quite well.
"Mmm," He writhed against me, "Now that I answered your question, you have to answer mine."
"And which question is that?"
"Should I feed the dog?" He said with the same crooked smile. My eyes narrowed at the question.
"Sure, sure," I scoffed, "Pancakes with banana slices since you think you can get away with distracting me."
"No." He said gently, grabbing my hand and forcing it under the comforter to touch his arousal. I gasped, completely thrown by the idea that he was rocking a hard on so early in the morning. Who am I kidding? Morning wood is common, right?
"Should I feed the dog?" He whispered against my ear sexily. His hand guided mine up and down along his hardness, giving me a vivid picture of what he had in mind.
I never had seen him like this. So sexually demanding and coy. Being absent for over a day had its perks.
My gaze met his and I couldn't help noticing what looked like fire clouded by smoke. His eyes were darker than night and oddly cold.
"Maybe we should feed the vampire first." I suggested. He closed his eyes, pulling away from me and sitting up.
Well at least it was nice to know that he was the same man I left two days ago.
"You know eating might lighten you up a bit and not make you act out your frustrations sexually." He winced at that comment making me quickly regret what I just said. I should really think before saying something so mindless.
"It's not mindless to think that," He said lowly, eyes still shut, "I am frustrated and thirsty, but...you are the only thing that can satiate that."
Well, that is an overstatement and just not perfectly descriptive of me, "No, I agitate things." I half joked. He opened his eyes, locking them with mine. He obviously disagreed.
"You need real sustenance," I deepened my voice, trying to have some sort of authority, "As much as I wish that my kisses and cum were enough, the reality is blood keeps you alive."
That's when he did it. His darkened eyes were concealed with long lashes, fluttering lightly as his lips were drawn out into a pout, "I can't leave you." He whimpered.
Not going to work.
He lowered his head onto my lap, snuggling again, but this time against the comforter over my naked body. I could feel the pressure along my cock. Of course there was an instant response. He kissed the growing bulge, moans muffled by the fabric.
Will...breaking.
"You're cheating." I hissed, not able to push him away.
"Let's stay in all day," He said, "I promise to feed tomorrow."
"Now, Edward." I growled. Why does my body respond so quickly? I was already losing focus.
My turn to cheat.
"Emmett." I said in the same leveled voice, causing Edward's head to shoot up from my lap.
"Yo!" I heard him respond from downstairs.
"Take him out to brunch." Edward's eyes narrowed.
I could hear Emmett's low chuckle, "Got it."
"You don't want me around." Trying to guilt trip. Not going to work.
"Okay, now you sound like a baby." I tsked, "And that's sad for someone who is over 100 years old."
Edward tried again this time pressing his lips against my temple gently before hissing in my ear, "But I want to feed my puppy."
My cock wouldn't stand down. I shifted under his weight, hoping he wouldn't grope again. Automatically his hand fell to my lap.
It was dumb to think about it.
"You'll get that chance, freak." He was uncommonly horny. If there was anyone pushing sex, it was me. How odd was it that not even a few days ago he would have denied me any touching, now that is all he wanted to do. I sat fully up, pulling the quilt off of me and getting a groan in response.
"Jake," He used that damn nickname again, causing me to halt in mid-stance. I had barely gotten my feet on the ground when he uttered that word. I looked at him, surprised to see a ferocious hunger in his eyes. He really needed a good blood soup.
"You okay?" I asked, taking in the wonder of his dark eyes. I never had seen them that way. It made him look dangerous.
"Let me just...please." He licked his lips.
What? I looked down and felt a tinge of heat rise in my face. I was rocking a massive hard-on. I sighed. I was going to need to take a cold shower.
"Love, let me handle that," He got up on his knees, inching his way across the bed, "that's what I'm here for."
"Edward..."
"Let me suck you off." I had to grab the headboard of the bed to keep balance. What was going on in that pretty head of his to make him such a horny mess? I inhaled deeply, realizing that was a big mistake. His scent excited me to the breaking point.
I have to be the adult here.
"Your health is more important than a boner, okay?"
"There is no such thing as vampire health." He scowled.
"Okay." I hated to do this, but it was the only choice I had, "Then what about mine. Don't want another slip now do we?" I tried to say as lightly as possible, leaning over to slap his cheek softly. His irises now looked like coal aflame.
"Emmett," I raised my voice a bit, throwing on my jeans, "I owe you a game of Connect Four." I promised. I walked towards the door, thinking only of the cold shower I needed to take. I felt the heated gaze on me, but didn't look back. There was no way I could keep a strong resolve for so long.
Edward
8 hours before
He collapsed onto me, breathing heavily and whimpering as his shrinking arousal slipped out of me. I petted his black hair, kissed his tanned skin and carefully rolled him to his side so he had a more comforting item to sleep on rather than my hard chest. He sighed contently, instinctively turning towards me to wrap an arm around my waist. I tried again to pry him from me. He'd only shiver in his sleep if he connected his body with me too long. I couldn't help but laugh out at the way he whined tiredly as I attempted to roll away from him. I gave in, holding him against me as I inhaled the zesty smell of his shampoo mixed with sweat and his juices. The feeling of his chest rising and falling against me was enough to lull me to sleep if possible. Instead I lay under him, completely overwhelmed at the heavenly euphoria I was experiencing. I knew I should be angry with myself at such a selfish joy I got from having him physically with me, driving his energy in my body, releasing his emotional frustrations within me until he was spent and tired only to nestle next to me. The sexual thrill surged in my body in just a short time. It seemed that whatever the painful separation did to me, heightened my drive for him as time passed.
I inhaled his scent again, kissing his damp forehead whispering against his skin how much I need him. My hand disappeared from sight, automatically fondling what was already getting hard at the playback of the last hour. I bit my lip holding in any moans that would sneak out. It was bad enough that during our lust drunken sex, the whole family heard. They didn't need to experience me releasing some post sex energy.
I shuddered violently under him, getting a rush of visuals. I recognized the hand and body. I was getting a personal view of him touching himself. He was dreaming about this? His hips jerked into his fist. I could even see his toes curl and uncurl under his touch. It was so vivid as if a memory rather than a dream.
A pale hand landed on his thigh. His eyes rose meeting gold ones. He was looking at me. I fell in between his legs, kissing up his thigh only to stop right above what his big hands stroked so nicely.
"Suck me." He mumbled in his sleep. I had to oblige. I carefully, slid from under him, climbing down to meet his awakening cock. I used the movie in his head as a tutorial, kissing along his hip bone, holding his legs apart in each hand. I nibbled his thigh affectionately, noting how in his dreams I was now suckling his sensitive flesh hidden under the base of his cock. I followed suit, sucking hard and letting it go with a satisfied pop. His legs jerked under the bed. I was surprised to hear him moan my name. I now licked his tip waiting patiently for his dream to form again into another visual. When the movie in his head cleared up, I gasped onto his hardness seeing him bent over the mattress of the bed. I was holding his ass in my hands, spreading them so I could get in deeper, groaning with every loud collision of soft flesh to what sounded like stone.
To make love to him in his sleep would surely wake him up, so instead, I suckled him in my mouth and with tender care slipped two of my fingers in him, stretching the skin slowly until I was able to match the speed and strength of my movements in his dream. He bucked against me, crying out soft moans. He was already close. I bobbed on him relentlessly, waiting for his orgasm in the dream. He gripped the mattress under him, yelling out my name as I did him with unrestrained strength.
The bed he was on was deathly familiar.
It was a bed he once nearly lost his life on.
We were back in the hotel and I was without restraint once again. I froze, waiting for something. I wasn't sure what.
"Ungh, Edwa..." His voice trailed off. His body now flat against the surface of the bed, his hands ripping the fabric under him as I used force into his fragile, human body. He stiffened under me. I knew what was coming. I suckled him again without hesitation, scissoring my fingers inside him before matching my speed in his dream again.
"I love you." He mumbled gently in his sleep, before shoving all of himself into my mouth. I sucked him in, tonguing his tip. I was happy with the guttural moan I heard. I drank all of him in, swallowing eagerly before kissing his tip until his body was completely relaxed.
"I love you too." I whispered back, kissing his hip bone before sliding back up his body.
He cuddled against me once I was next to him again and for a moment it was as if nothing had happened. The movie continued to play. For the next hour, bits and pieces of visuals came and went. Here and there was the ocean, fur and I could have sworn my own eyes again. Finally a clear image opened up. The ocean again. I was familiar with his wet, brown skin against dark blue. He was swimming away from shore, stopping only to turn and be met with dark, brown eyes filled with hurt and anger. The words that left Sam's mouth was marbled in what sounded like a different language. He swam out past Jacob, his naked body expertly moving along the waves. Jacob followed, calling out in warning. I felt my eyes narrow when Jacob's hand touched the bare arm of Sam. They were both naked, wet and heated in anger. I could now see the stoic facade of Jacob's alpha fading, his body shuddering violently at my lover's touch.
Although I didn't understand the words, I was sure of what he said next. "Let go." Jacob's hands hesitated on his forearm before sharply pulling back, watching as he left him. For a second he watched Sam's figure grow smaller, before a high wall of blue water fell over him.
"Sam!" He swam farther out, diving under to see where the tide had taken his friend. He saw nothing. He grabbed wildly, only to come to surface moments later with his hands empty.
"SAM!" He called out again, a strangled scream of fear evident in his voice. I hugged him to me, almost tempted to wake him from his dream. His voice echoed his cries.
"Sam..." He mumbled against my chest. If I hadn't known better I would have been enraged with probable cause. Now, I was enraged with illogical jealousy. I couldn't understand why. Was it the way he touched him? The way Jacob's scream was a reminder of what I felt when I thought Jacob was gone?
He swam out of the water, walking along the shores frantically until the background melted away and was replaced by what looked like a small dining room where a young beautiful woman with almond eyes and black, long hair was setting two bowls on the table. She turned to face Jacob, who was still wet, eyes wide with fear.
"Just in time, boys." I had seen that face before, deeply scared, beautiful smile dragging down to what looked like a grimace. Jacob sat at the table, looking at the bowl, before beginning to eat. I nearly laughed, noticing his new company.
Ronald McDonald grinned darkly at Jacob, motioning his head towards the young woman who was now innocently placing what looked like muffins in the oven.
"Too bad for that one, eh?" He chuckled.
The young women looked behind Jacob, seeing something he couldn't. "Joan! Jean!" She yelled lightly, "Breakfast!"
Jacob still sat at the dining room table, only this time deeply engaged in what appeared to be a game of chess with Rosalie. She laughed, leaning over to whisper words I didn't catch. Jacob smiled timidly before saying, "Checkmate."
And the movie fuzzed. It was like this for a few more hours. I waited patiently, thinking back to Sam and the beautiful scarred woman.
Right as the sun came up, I was able to catch a fuzzy image of feet against brown and green.
Jacob panted, brushing branches and leaves away. I was seeing through his eyes again, taking note of the suffocating, tight trees and wet earth. He wiped his face with a bruised hand before stumbling over something. His body hit the wet earth with a sloppy thud. Was he being chased?
Suddenly the image was gone.
Jacob
"And has there been any progress?" I sat comfortably between Esme and the armchair of the couch. Ever since Edward left to go for a quick drink, she pretty much clung on to me like a leech, making a very generous breakfast and even offering to take me to a movie. Edward obviously wanted me there when he got back.
"No. They are barely healing at normal human rate." I heard Embry pause for a second, "How were you able to keep this from Edward so long?" He asked in a hushed voice as if Edward might hear.
"I distracted him." was all I said.
"...Oh." He got the picture.
"Call me if anything happens. I'm going to do my best and find a loophole. I have to get a professional to them."
"I hear that." Embry seemed to hesitate over the line. "You don't think I could sneak them off one at a ti-"
"That won't work."
"What about you coming and taking Sam and I-"
I stared at Esme briefly. Could she hear his side of the conversation, "No, we could make things worse."
"I'll call you if anything comes up, ideas included." He said darkly.
"Alright, I should be down there by tonight." I hung up the phone and thanked Esme for letting me use it.
"No problem." Her voice spoke lightly. I handed her the phone and she was gone within a second placing it on the cradle and was back again on the couch next to me. We remained silent for the next show of whatever was on. I wasn't paying attention. And neither was she.
"Whatever we can do to help, we will, Jacob." The words left her mouth so quickly I thought I imagined it.
I stared at her, a bit relieved that I could speak about this with someone without discussing strategy or battles. "Thank you," There was a 'but' coming, "But, it seems this was meant to be my fight only. Not the Cullens'."
A trace of a frown marked her flawless face, "I'm afraid I disagree."
Yeah, I'm getting a lot of that from this family. I stood up, getting the urge to feel some air. No offense to Esme or the family, but without Edward here, the smell got to me.
"I'm going out to breathe a bit." I tried my best not to offend.
She laughed softly, "Alright." I knew I wasn't going to leave her sight.
I walked out, gulping in the late morning air, wondering when he'd appear from the trees, still as horny as ever. Man, I hope he didn't follow my bad example and carry me to be fucked silly in front of his own mother. That'd be too embarrassing to come back from. I walked onto the land, pacing in front of the edge of the trees, tempted to dive inside for a run.
I felt a strange sensation suddenly like I was being watched. Well, I guess Esme really didn't trust me. I dug my hands in my pocket, planting my feet on the ground before deciding it was best to just sit on the ground. There, I'm not going anyway.
The house phone rang at an annoying shrill only to be cut off later by Esme's soft voice.
Okay, maybe I could get a minute or two with myself.
Edward
"Wow, you're in a hurry." Emmett teased, running a few paces behind me. I suppose this meal was something that could be compared to fast food. It was an in and out type of occasion. One Alice and Emmett didn't take so well. Emmett had a knack for playing with his food, and Alice was just obnoxiously picky, but I needed to get back to him.
"He's fine." Alice reassured, "He likes Esme and won't leave her alone." The irony in this was there was little concern over whether Jacob would leave to go back to La Push, but whether I was starting to lose my grip on things. It explained why half the household who accompanied me now were not at all in need of drinking. I stopped running, letting everyone catch up finally.
"Chill out, bro!" Emmett slapped his hand against my back roughly, "I'm sure they are having some girl talk over coffee."
"Or maybe recapping on the first night you two put the bed to use." Alice winked, causing Jasper to cough a bit loud behind her. An action only used for one reason amongst our kind. Rosalie grumbled something, but I couldn't respond. I was already knee deep in the idea that leaving him was a bad idea. Something felt wrong when I left.
"Well, we should be back in an hour," Alice sighed, knowing nothing would rid my worry, "So let's be-oh!" Her body jerked to a halt. I turned to her, taking in the blank stare. It was a brief image, but it was enough.
"Jacob!" I reached for my phone, hitting the speed dial.
"What is it?" Emmett's voice boomed behind me.
"Something is going on." Alice said, her voice shaking, "I can't-" She didn't finish. She was waiting for Esme to answer the phone just as I was.
"Edward," Esme's voice was calm and leveled, "He just stepped outside."
"I need to speak with him, Esme."
"Hold on."
Alice whimpered behind me, "No..."
There was a moment of silence before Esme was back on, "Edward," Her voice was panicked, "He's not here!"