Good-Byes Are an Order
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He tried to focus on her and yet not totally and completely and entirely on her. To focus on her would mean noticing the light sheen of sweat covering her body that is a combination of both their body moisture, coating her like oil. It'd mean not focusing on how her nails dug into his flesh, lighting the back of his neck on fire as he continued pushing her closer and closer to the edge. It'd mean not focusing on how his name fell from her full lips like both a prayer and a curse. How could he not focus on these and everything about her? The warmth that she had encased him in that made the rest of his body feel cold. The sounds of their bodies colliding and moving in perfect unison.
"Jacob," He growled as he fought the urge and desire to look into her eyes. He knew the moment he looked into those warm pools of hazel that he'd come undone. The moment that he had been fighting to hold onto, to prolong would slip away like the tide. She hissed his name again, her back arching like a bow and he looked into her eyes, desperate to see her fall, to see that small, warm, loving and rare smile that appeared on her face as she reached the peak and free falls into complete and utter bliss.
"Leah," He cried out her name and fell right alongside her. He growled out his pleasure as she was caught in between a gasp and a cry.
The moment was over all too soon and he regretted it. Not the sex, the always never-overrated-or-understated orgasm or even it being her. He regretted that it was all over – it would never happen again. It was the end of a well-earned perfect day.
He rolled over to his side, his forehead resting on her chest, both still spent and panting heavily, while one hand gripped her thigh. He couldn't help but think how it was over, it was all finally over and he'd never have this again. He bit down on his tongue, drawing blood as the imprint tugged on his chest. This wasn't what he wanted, not really. Sure at one point he had left the Cullens in a rage and went out trying, desperately, to imprint on any girl that walked by. He wanted to be rid of the pain and right at that moment. When he had returned it was to an upset Bella Cullen and the rest of the coven. Leah had said something that upset Bella and they were all emotionally distraught over the she-wolf's crude, callous and uncaring behavior. He'd stalked out angry at Leah, at himself, at Bella, the bloodsuckers – the whole world. By the time he found her he was fuming and her cavalier attitude only angered him more.
"Your masters sent you out to deal with the disobedient bitch?"
The comment had stopped him cold because she had seemed so certain that was why he'd come, she looked prepared to state her case with unabashed confidence and arrogance. Leah Clearwater was a bitch – there was no argument about it. But she was a bitch because of Sam, there was no Sam involved. She was a bitch to Bella because Bella brought the Cullens back. He couldn't understand what had triggered Leah to go off now. Leah was dynamite but there had to be some sort trigger mechanism, a spark or some wayward idiot with a lit cigarette that accidentally let a heated ash fall.
That pause in his anger, the questioning of his position and hers had changed everything. Their collision then seemed unavoidable; like two meteors fixed into their set course that only God, Himself, could help them narrowly escape destruction.
The intervention had come too late and by then was unwelcomed.
Jacob gritted his teeth as he felt the tug again on his chest. The pain dulled a little as Leah combed his hair. He nuzzled into her chest, some subconscious thought wanting to burrow deep inside of her and remain there forever.
Her skin broke out into goose bumps as he let out a heavy sigh and he smirked as her nipple began to bud underneath his lips. He knew he could make her whole body bloom with just his fingers. That would be a way to continue on this perfect moment; to watch her cry out, writhe and cum alone in this intimate moment.
He latched on to her nipple, nibbling and sucking gently hoping to find the strength to remain inside her. He had worked hard to have this day, found just the right spot in the forest outside of both their and Sam's pack usual patrolling route, to then scour the area removing every stick and rock because neither of them liked a stick to the thigh or a rock digging into their back. He wanted the day to continue into tomorrow where there were plans to hang out on the beach. Leah would leave him behind on the shore to go surfing, wearing an unnecessary wet suit that fit her like a second skin and he'd participate in Seth Clearwater's Surfing Class level 102. He'd endure the embarrassment and would control his anger as he'd stand in line with children ranging from six to eleven and fight the desire to punt that snot-nosed brat, Kale, into the ocean for his mocking if it meant walking home with Leah, their fingers laced together as they walked home both smelling of salt, brine, fresh air and the forest with a slight whiff of wet dog.
But the Cullens were moving on and he had to go with them.
"Go on," Leah said playfully nudging his head. She chuckled as he childishly shook his head and shifted his attention to the now neglected nipple. "It's getting late and you're in pain." Leah clarified sitting up and forcing Jacob to move away.
He looked at her and felt his heart break at the look of indifference in her eyes. He could ignore the small smile on her face because that was just a mask but her true emotions were in her eyes. He wanted to know if tonight – hell, the entire day – meant anything to her. Did she regret any of it? He certainly didn't.
"Leah," Jacob whispered out. His ego was ashamed that a part of him was seeking some sort of validation of what they are – of what they have, had.
"Today was a pretty good day." Leah stated standing up quickly and stretching. He remained kneeling looking up at her as she stood on the balls of her feet, muscles taut and a low groan came from the back of her throat.
It's not what he was looking for because he had a 'pretty good day' with Renesmee.
In a flash, Leah was dressed and he knew that she'd lose some of their scent before she even reached her back door. The idea of begging her not to dismiss him to the Cullens crossed his mind, pleading with her to help him fight this, build a time machine and stop him from ever going to see Bella and investigate the thing and see if either was dangerous. Deep down inside he knew it was futile.
"Jake," Leah called as he slipped his jeans on. He looked over and imprinted the image of Leah Clearwater standing in the light of a full moon wearing nothing but an old shirt of his, hair sticking out at the side where he'd gripped it before moving to her hips and a loving smile on her face. "Today was perfect." Leah stated with confidence.
Like two magnets they were drawn together and embraced one another tightly. The hug is over far too soon as Jacob felt another tug and as if having shared in his pain, Leah released him. "The Cullens will not take another thing from us ever again." She gave him one last kiss that he greedily fell into and soon he was left alone in the woods.
There are no heartfelt good byes the next day and Jacob didn't expect there to be any. The moment Leah walked away he, felt it. He was no longer a part of the pack. It was different than the last time when he had left of his own free will – this time he was rejected. He felt out of place standing amongst the Cullens as they packed up the last bit of belongings that they had. He could sense the pack – they were no longer separate – as they watched Jacob and the Cullens climb into their many cars. Leah's words had hung like a heavy weight on his chest. He would be the last thing the Cullens would ever be allowed to take away from the Quileutes and to ensure that it never happened ever again the Cullens were no longer welcomed in Forks. The Cullens presence presented too much of a disruption to the youth of Quileutes lives. Hearts broken, families separated and lives either put on hold or childhoods rushed. The treaty was over – the Cullens had taken too much, the Quileutes had allowed too much and now there was nothing left: no tolerance, no patience and no more souls to offer up for the sake of a coven of vampires to continue playing house and children to run through the woods waiting to be killed.
Looking down at the bronze-haired girl beside him Jacob smiled down at her lovingly, his mood had slipped into contentment that was out far out of his control and much like Sam resigned himself to the happiness deemed perfect for him by their ancestors.
A/N: Alright, so I've been in a kind of angst mood lately and haven't had the right mindset to update my other stories. So hate me later and I did delete one of my stories simply because when I looked up I realized that it wasn't what I really wanted. In fact, I hated it and knew I could do better so I'm going to. But this story will be different in that it'll be a look at Blackwater through other's eyes and a second generation.
Oh! And it's probably too late now but I was nominated for the SheWolf Awards for A Day in the Life, Restraint and Book 1: Wake up Call. So any and all votes would be greatly appreciated at shewolfawards(dot)blogspot(dot)com. And if you vote for someone else then that is quite alright because I gotta admit there is really great competition. I'm partial to sentinel10, FireDisaster and Starwatcher123 myself. But let's all show support for our favorite wolf whether she is paired with Jacob Black, Embry Call, Sam Uley (vomits in mouth) or a vampire (vomits again).