Summary: this may be the last chance.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns everything Twilight. Lyrics belong to Adele Laurie Adkins and Universal Publishing Group.
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Here, at the end
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/ I will leave my heart at the door / I won't say a word / They've all been said before you know /
The house had always been small, but with just the two of them inside the tight kitchen, it seems all too close.
Sucking in a breath Leah twists the rag in her hand, ridding it of the excess water in the sink.
"You did well today." Jacob mutters, his head hung low as he sits on the wooden chair in the kitchen. It groans under his weight as he shifts.
Dirt and blood cover his skin, his breathing swallow and heavy.
Feeling her draw closer, he widens his legs, allowing her to stand as close as she needs.
Leah gently wipes the cloth across the edge of his stomach, brushing away today's events. Jacob is the strongest wolf in the pack, Sam's pack included. But Paul had been a valiant opponent. His rage did wonders for his wolf but in the end, he would never overcome an Alpha. Not one like Jacob.
He hisses quietly, his nostrils flaring.
She eases her touch, her eyelashes fluttering. "This is going to hurt like a bitch."
He nods in silent contemplation.
Grasping the thick bark which had embedded itself in his side during the fight, Leah takes a quiet breath.
"Just do it, Clearwater."
She holds steady the skin around the wound to prevent further damage and yanks the foreign object out.
"Fuck," Jacob growls, teeth clenched, his grasp tightening as he slumps further forward.
"Easy. I got you." She holds him up with a palm on his shoulder, moving to a crouch in front of him.
Jacob mutters something softly as he chuckles.
"You do, do you?"
"You know I do," she huffs, easing him back against the chair.
She stiffens when she feels him run a gentle hand from the outside of her knee to the frayed edges of her shorts.
Closing her eyes she allows herself to enjoy his curious touch. Her skin prickles as the heat slides over her skin deliciously.
"I appreciate that. More than you know," He tells her, his fingers pushing quiet boundaries before he suddenly stills.
"Your turn."
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