I own nothing! Edward and Jacob (unfortunatly) belong to the lovely Stephanie Meyer.

Also, this story is for my friend Darcy! Review please!


Jacob awoke with a start. He found he was drenched in sweat, and breathing heavily. He looked down and noticed his erection making a tent in his pajama pants.

A wave of nausea over took him. "What the hell?" he muttered.

He sat up. What was wrong with him this morning? As he turned his body to get out of bed, the memory of the dream he had the previous night before hit him like a sack of bricks. In the dream...

"No!" Jacob shouted, as he balled his hand into a fist and punched the wall next to him. This was...wrong. He pulled his fist away from the wall, and realized he had punched a hole through the wall. He still wasn't used to his new-found werewolf strength.

"Shit." he said. His breathing had begun to slow back to a normal rate. "It's okay Jacob, it was just a dream" he thought to himself.

After a few moments, Jacob stood on shakey legs. He quickly walked to the bathroom adjoined to his bedroom. In his haste, he didn't notice a very concerned Billy Black standing in the doorway watching him.

Jacob hurried into the shower. Although he had regained control of most of his body, his erection still hadn't gone away. He frowned, the way he saw it, he had two options. He could either make the shower cold to help his erm, problem, or he could keep the water warm and fix it himself.

He decided to go with the second option, and turned the hot water on. He pulled off his pajamas, and stepped into the shower. After washing his hair, he turned his attention to his throbbing cock.

"Bella..." He murmered, as he began stroking himself. He closed his eyes, imaging his hand was instead that of his brunette friends'.

"Mm" He murmered. "So close."

Jacob neared his peak. He began imagining that Bella was on her knees in front of him, doing things he knew she would never do in real life. As he came, the head Jacob pictured moving in his lap was not that of his Bella. Instead he pictured the copper colored hair of...

"No!" Jacob shouted, disgusted with himself. He slumped against the wall, nausea overtaking him once again.

He felt hot tears fall down his face, and he turned his thoughts to the dream he had the night before. In the dream, Jacob found himself in not one, but two compromising positions with Edward in the back seat of the silver volvo...

No! This couldn't be happening to him! This was wrong on so many levels... He was in love with Bella. He couldn't be gay. And even if he was gay (which he wasn't), Edward was also one of those filthy Cullens... Jacob's pack would disown him. No, there was no way they could find out about this. But, how could he hide it?

Jacob groaned. When the pack turned into werewolves, they could hear eachothers every thought. It was inevitable that they would find out about this.

Up until today, his pack had accepted him, every flaw and all.

But would they be able to understand this, when he didn't even understand it himself?


Edward stood at the end of Bella's bed. He awkwardly looked down at his girlfriend, who was sprawled out on top of the covers.

"What are you doing?" she laughed. "You can lie down, you know. I don't bite. Hard."

He attempted to laugh at her joke, and resisted rolling his eyes. He forced a smile, and sat down next to her.

Bella sat up, wrapping her small arms around his neck. She grinned, and kissed him firmly on the mouth.

Edward kissed her back, slowly. He marvled at how breakable she felt in his arms. She weighed next to nothing. He moved his hand to her back, and felt her heart speed up in response. She tugged gently at his neck, and he realized she was trying to pull him down on top of her. He sighed, feeling suddenly repulsed. He knew that he was supposed to be interested in sex, but he wasn't. Everytime him and Bella went past just kissing, he began feeling an unpleasant mix of anxiety and disguist.

Edward pushed her away gently. "Bella we can't..."

"Why not?" Bella asked, her face still flushed from kissing.

"We just can't. I could hurt you." Edward replied slowly.

Bella stared at him blankly. "What if I don't care? I want this!" she grabbed his hand. "I want you. Don't you want me?"

"Bella... It's not that I don't want you. Just...look, I love you. But we can't. One wrong flick of my wrist and you would be dead." Edward said, grinding his teeth. They had had this conversation many times before, and he was getting sick of refusing her.

Bella frowned, running her fingers awkwardly through her hair. "Am I not pretty enough for you?"

Edward laughed. Before he could stop himself, he replied "Bella, why do you always have to be so fucking shallow?"

The silence that followed his was almost unbearable for Edward. He looked at Bella, and saw a look of fury cross her face.

"Shallow? You think I'm shallow!?" Bella hissed at him, finally.

"Yes" he thought. Instead, he said "No. That isn't it at all. I just...it just came out wrong." He remembered a comment she had made about him 'dazzling' her. He closed his eyes for a moment, then slowly opened them again. He hoped that he was indeed 'dazzling' her.

Bella's face instantly softend. She smiled at Edward, her bottom lip quavering. She tilted her head to the side, as if trying to make a decision, and before Edward knew what was happening, she was on him. He found his cold lips being pulled into a kiss once more, and Bella began forecfully prodding his tongue with hers. She began pushing on his shoulders, trying to ease him into lying down.

Edward allowed himself to fall back onto the bed, with Bella secured on top of him. "Fine". He thought to himself. "If she wants this so much, she can have it."

As Bella pulled off her shirt, Edward felt a knot of disguist growing in his stomach. She was so...small. She looked so breakable.

"No!" he shouted, rolling her off of him. "I'm sorry, I can't do this Bella" he muttered. He quickly moved to the open window, and in a flash, dissapeared into the dark night.

Bella was left sitting alone on her bed, shirtless and very confused.