Title: I Concur
Fandom: Twilight
Warning(s): Slight Slash
Disclamer: Twilight, Edward Cullen & Jacob Black (c) Stephenie Meyer
Notes: I love Edward/Bella, not so much Bella/Jacob, but I always felt that Edward/Jacob was like Harry/Draco, not gonna happen, but sweet to look at. The deepest love for them both.
His eyes shifted, but with solemn, as the werewolf padded toward him. The tree covered him from the sunlight over head, so his skin didn't sparkle like diamonds. The wolf's skin didn't glisten like his own, and he felt a pang of envy before pushing it abruptly away.
"Bella is yours; she's not here though…so why are you still here?" The question that lay under it was far more interesting than the question asked itself. You won, so you need not be here any longer. Do you have a death wish? Jacob's brash way of dealing with the vampires who run around Forks and La Push was beyond animalistic. Though the Cullen's where no long part of that group, all but Edward had gone when Bella left. They'd gone to Rome, he was going to meet them later that month; he'd cited things to do.
"They are in Rome now. I'll be leaving for Italy soon, if you decide to not take the measures against me, for turning her," Edward's voice was cold and he laughed, but the laugh was dead, its life had been sucked out when he'd watched Bella wither in pain for three days.
Jacob moved closer to the vampire, though he had yet to stand in the shade. The sun light was marvelous on his dark skin, and his dark-almost-black hair was very close to the same length as when he was fourteen, he bothered not to keep it cut. He was seventeen now, or at least Edward figured he was by now. Jacob's age had always confused him and he didn't bother with it. It seemed trivial since Edward was ninety plus years and closing in on a hundred.
Edward's topaz eyes held something Jacob could not place, and he wasn't very sure he wanted to, for fear of finding something out that was…right; something that would change, forever, his look of this Romeo.
"Are we stuck forever, killing each other?"
"If I remember correctly, I kill you each time, right Paris?" He said the name with a coldness that could only be given by someone who was only room temperature. Jacob's body heat radiated and the sun warmed him even more. He sighed and walked into the shade, he felt as though he would implode from the heat. He could feel Edward edge his way into his mind and took down all the barriers he could remember putting up. His mind was at the vampire's full disposal but Edward stopped when he felt the walls fall.
"It was quite an odd triangle we had going on, don't you think?" Edward nodded and leaned forward on the grass, grasping some of the clovers in the palm of his too pale hand. He gingerly tossed them at Jacob, the wolf ducking. Jacob looked at him, intently, his eyes burning with something out of place. Edward smiled at him, and their lips touched lightly, gingerly, and without the normal hard-ness they were both sort of known for.
"I figure that we've both been with part of the triangle, might as well be with it all," Jacob's voice was soft and shallow, his breathing getting heavier.
"I concur," Edward pushed Jacob down into the grass and kissed him again.