Author's Note: This little fic was born when I was thinking about how all Bella ever seems to say about Edward is how 'beautiful' and 'godlike' he is, and frankly I thought that was a little superficial. And I thought that when it comes to Jacob, there is so much MORE to him than just the way he looks. And so yeah. That's how I came to write this. And I'm sure you REALLY wanted to know that....
Disclaimer:Don't own. Don't WANT to own.
Sort of, really, beautiful
Bella loved the way Jacob looked. She loved his smile and the way his soft lips curved upwards in a gentle half-moon. She loved his skin; the way it gleamed and rippled when he moved, the way it was so different from hers. She loved his hair; how soft and silky it was, like black satin, catching the dying rays of sunlight and gleaming with a soft sheen. She loved his eyes; large, expressive and so deep you could lose yourself in them. And his muscles; smooth, sleek, strong; graceful planes and curves. His shoulders; broad, upright, strong, masculine. His hands; large, shaped by a master sculptor, with long beautiful fingers and broad flat palms. Looking at him, silhouetted by the last of the evening sunlight, she could see why she had once called him sort of beautiful.
But that wasn't why Bella loved him. It was not his smile so much as the kindness and gentle laughter behind it. Not his skin so much as the brave heart that pounded beneath it. His hair was beautiful, but it was the skilled and sensitive mind hidden beneath that drew her. His eyes were captivating more for their reflection of his selfless soul than for their colour, magnificent as it was. His muscles, whilst glorious to look at, meant nothing without the strength of heart which they mirrored. His shoulders were all the more beautiful because he carried the weight of the world on them without complaining. And his hands. His hands had been the first thing she had noticed about him. Because his hands were the truest reflections of Jacob, the man. They were gentle and sensitive; creators of the beautiful and delicate. They were large and warm; protectors of the small and fragile. And they were calloused and flawed; fixers of the broken and weary.
Whereas in the past, Bella had been drawn by the superficial, dazzled by pretty exteriors, she realised that with Jacob this was not the case. It was not Jacob's physicality that drew her to him like a honeysucker to sweet nectar. No, her attraction for him went much deeper than that, to the very core of his being. For whilst Jacob's body may only be sort of beautiful, Jacob's soul was breathtaking.
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