Growling lowly, you leaned against your car as he finally walked out of the prison, escorted by two officers. He gave you a happy smirk as he extended his arms out for a hug. Placing your hand on his chest you kept him arm's length away, "Not in the mood, Frye." The two officers shook their heads as they walked back towards the building. Walking from the passenger's side you walked to the drivers and got in the car.
He followed you and got in the passenger's seat, "Come on, why the sour face?" His big, round eyes begged for attention as the sun brightened their color.
"You know damn well. I am tired of your constant trouble making. Plus I hate coming to this place, makes me feel dirty." You pouted as you tried your best to not look over to him. Feeling his eyes still locked on you, your eyes glanced from the corner. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Well I haven't seen you in a good year. Why didn't you visit me?" His tone hushed and the pitch of his voice lowered, he was serious in his questions.
As you slowed down to a stop at the light, a sigh left you as you made sure to place your words correctly. "Jacob." You had to pause quickly as your words left you without warning. "I had to move on. I couldn't wait a year and a half for you to get out." Pursing your lips, you felt a knot of anxiety well up in your gullet. "This is your third time in a long term imprisonment. A man like that is not someone I needed at the time."
He turned away and faced forward, silent. As you moved on with the changing of the light, he said nothing. As you neared the intersections that dictated whether you were going to your house or Evie's, he finally spoke, "I know you don't want much to do with me right now, but do you mind if I stay over for awhile. Evie isn't too happy with me at the moment." He was rather quiet, like he was trying to tell a secret in a crowded room.
"Hmm, I wonder why." With great sarcasm you glared at him the best you could while still watching the road. "But I guess. Last thing we need is a recently released convict on the streets." His soft chuckled assured you he wasn't too emotionally overwhelmed.
Pulling into your driveway, he gleamed with a light that was only seen when he knew he finally out of the prison's grasp. "Thanks. I promise I will be a good house guest." Hopping out of the car, Jacob smirked at you flashing those signature white fangs.
Two weeks had passed since Jacob began staying with you and everyday felt like the start of a bad porn. He would try to caress your hips or nibble your ear, not to mention the nerve he had to drop some of the worse pick up lines ever created. An exasperated groan was all the response he was ever given.
"Come on, Y/N. We used to be so close." He whined lightly as he hugged you from behind.
Pushing his arms off you shook your head, "Once upon a long time ago. Before, you know, you became a jailbird." Chuckling you walked out of the kitchen to the living room and sat on the couch.
The smirk across his face straightened out when you mentioned his jail time. Getting up from his seat at the table, he followed you to the couch, throwing himself on the spot next to you. "Hey, we don't need your negativity." His devilish smirk returned as he laid his head on your lap.
You looked down, smiling back at him, instinctively running your fingers through his hair. Despite trying to keep old feelings from coming back, it seemed inevitable with him choosing to stay with you.
"You okay? You look troubled." He gave you a concerned look.
"Yeah. Of course."
"You are lying through your teeth. I know when something is bothering you." Tilting his head, he inquired again, "Are you okay?"
Letting out a sigh, you nodded your head. "Just tired from a long week at work." A weak smile got him off your back for the time being.
"Mhmm. Sure." He laid there silently as you two let the TV run in the background, neither of you really paying attention to it. "So Evie finally called me yesterday."
You were pulled from your daydreaming by his soft tone, "Oh yeah? What did she say?"
"Just wanted to know how I was adjusting. She didn't sound mad. Tired if anything."
"Well, it is kind of exhausting knowing your brother is in a shit hole like that." Giving him a 'told you so' look, you took this opportunity to try and drill some sense into his head.
"Well, it wasn't my fault. They started it." He pouted, crossing his arms as he thought he recalled it correctly.
"Jacob! They accidentally bumped into you and you flipped. Then when they went to defend themselves, you pulled a knife! Add to it your were drunk in public." His silence let you know of this quick victory.
He turned to face you once you stopped running your fingers through his hair. Those big brown eyes asking you to keep going, he was clearly relaxing with the action. "What does that feel good?"
"It always has." He lifted his hand; his thumb caressed your cheek softly. He lightly wrapped his hand around your head and pulled you down slowly and with little force, giving you the option to pull away.
Your heart felt as if it wanted to leap out of your chest, your throat tightened as the anticipation in you grew. You lowered your head slightly to meet his. It started off slow, your lips barely touching. His lips, were rough from the lack of proper care, but they were still so sweet. Realizing you weren't going to pull away, he pushed himself up pressing further on you. Despite your time apart, your lips managed to fit perfectly together. He pressed a bit harder as his tongue ran across your lips playfully, begging for entrance. He surely wasn't wasting time picking up were he thought you two left off.
He looked at you with a shocked look as you finally pulled away. He opened his mouth to speak but thought against it. Sitting up he turned towards you, "Sorry, was that a little too much so soon?" His voice was soft and quiet, indicating his sincerity.
"A little." You almost whispered the words as your were out of breath from the tension alone. "I am gonna go to bed now." With little more than a mere good night, you practically ran up stairs to your bedroom. You closed the door and leaned against it. 'What was that, Y/N?' Closing your eyes tightly, you cursed yourself for letting him back in so easily.
3:42 AM. You tiredly gazed at your clock, at this point, begging your body to settle down and sleep. But the kiss shared with Jacob seemed to awaken some long dead beast that resided in you. Despite the fact you had given up on a serious relationship with the man a long time ago, something in you kept aching to have him back. Closing your eyes, you tried in one last futile attempt to sleep. Finally you were able to get comfortable enough to feel sleep crawling onto you, but you quickly jolted awake to the sound of your door creaking open. Turning out your lamp you groaned loudly, "What the fuck, Jacob?!"
He looked at you like a deer caught in headlights. "I was just going to get the movie box you keep in the closet. I thought you were asleep."
"Well I have been trying to fall asleep." Your voice cracked as if you were about to breakdown.
Jacob sighed heavily, "Alright, seriously. What's wrong?" He sat down on your bed next to you, "I know all the signs of when something is troubling you and I have seen them all today."
Staring down at your hands, you remained quiet; with the little courage you gathered you spoke, "I fear I still have feelings for you."
He scoffed, "That's it?"
"What do you mean 'that's it'? Yes, but I don't want them. And that's what's eating me up. I do love you Jacob, but this lifestyle of your's...I can't handle it. Do you know how hard it was to make alone the first you went to jail?" Your pained eye must have pierced him like daggers, as his expression quickly went from amused to panicked. "Had it not been for Evie, I would have been on the streets with no way to get back to my parents. What friends I do have here are asses and you know that." At this point you were on the verge of tears, as the pain of remembering those months brought back horrible memories, "I struggled so much and when you got out you didn't even take a chance to make things right."
"Y/N, I." He turned away unable to think of a simple way to make amends, "Y/N if there is anything I can do to make it up.."
Scoffing slightly you looked over to him, "Better yourself, and we'll call it even, okay?"
He sighed loudly before throwing himself all over the bed. Groaning loudly, he laid with his face buried in the blanket and occasionally flailed his limbs as if he were a tantruming child.
Giggling softly, you poked his side. "Come on, Jacob. I know you are sad now too, but I need to force some sleep."
He lifted his front half and looked over to you with an unreadable expression. In a flash, he pinned you down and straddled your hips, his hands pined your wrists above your head. "I can help with that."
Heat and color rushed across your face as he smirked devilishly at you. You put up a small fight, but knew there was no overpowering him and quickly gave up.
He lowered his head to your ear and whispered in raspy, lust filled voice, "Come on, doll. I know you can do better than that."
A knot welled in your stomach as he lowered his a bit more to your neck and lightly began to place kisses down to your collar bone. A small moan escaped you, earning a chuckle from him, as he passed over your sweet spot.
Releasing your hands, he moved his down to your sides, running them up towards your breasts, "You don't mind do you, love?" His accent seemed thicker the more lustful he became. A simple shake of your head was his cue to keep going.
You weren't sure how it got to this point, but you knew sleeping wasn't going to happen now.