A/N: Just because.
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You're staring at yourself in the mirror, your head tilted to the side in frustration, trying to decide what was so wrong. You jump when you hear a low grunt coming from the window to the right of you, turning your head to the noise, yelling something that involves a couple profanities and question marks.
His long legs fling over the side of the wooden frame, too big and clumsy; his hair is messy and he lets out a breath, puffing a few locks out of his face when he finally stumbles inside. You would chuckle if you weren't so confused.
"Jacob?" you ask, even though you would recognize him anywhere.
He nods and purses his lips, his eyes glinting in the dull light of the morning.
You can't think of anything to say, so you walk up to him with your brow crinkled and that expression on your face, wrap your arms around him and sigh.
You feel his breath against the top of your head and his arms stiffen at his sides.
"What are you doing here?" You mumble the words into his chest but you know he hears them. He swallows and pushes you gently away, turning his gaze above your head.
"I should have RSVPed," he says, shrugging. "Sorry."
You smile in spite of yourself and shake your head. "It's just…" you grin nervously, "not exactly…customary to surprise the bride before the ceremony when she's trying on her wedding dress."
He chuckles darkly and you feel something pierce your heart. "Yeah, well," he rolls his eyes. "This wedding isn't very traditional, is it?"
You force a smile. "No, I guess not."
There's silence and it's so thick and uncomfortable you think you might choke on it.
"Jake…" you bite your lip, not really sure what you're going to say, just wanting to fill the quiet. "Jake, I—"
He cuts you off by pressing his mouth roughly against yours, and you breath in sharply, your hands flying automatically to his neck, pulling him tighter. He covers your face with his big hands and his throat is vibrating with gentle hums and groans. You snap back to reality when he bites down softly on your lip and you push your hands against his chest, trying in vain to fight back.
He lets go of you and you both stand there, panting sharply with red faces and swollen lips.
When you are finally able to breath normally again, you take a step forward and slap him hard across the face. He flinches even though you know it doesn't hurt him.
"What the hell do you think you are doing, Jacob Black?" you spit out, squinting into his dark eyes.
He shrugs his shoulders and it makes you angry that he can be so calm. You slap him again, and then again when he doesn't even blink, and then again because he's almost smirking and then again and again and again because no matter how many times you do it you can't seem to make yourself hate him.
He catches your wrist after a few minutes and then you are crying, beating your hands on his chest, tears flowing endlessly relentlessly, soaking into his shirt and smearing your makeup, salty and wet.
"Why?" you ask when you are finally able to speak.
He hugs you tight against him and wipes away one lonely drop. "Because you love me."
"But it doesn't matter," you mumble.
"Well," he actually smiles, "apparently, it does."
You let out a weak laugh and whisper, "what are we going to do now?"
He doesn't say anything, because you both know the answer.
"I love you, Jake," you say.
"I know."
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