DISCLAIMER: Stephanie Meyer owns all... I want Jacob, though... (;
He shuddered when his skin touched her's; it was ice cold, yet somehow it just felt... right. He groaned as his lips touched her's, picking up her leg and placing it around his waist. He then stopped kissing her and moved to her neck, placing his swollen lips on her pale skin, leaving butterfly kisses as he moved down... She moaned, leaning towards him as she whispered, "I love you..." He stopped kissing her and looked up, locking her eyes with his. "I love you too... Renesmee..." He then pulled her into a passionate kiss, and grunted as she removed her clothing, pulling him into her...
Jacob's eyes snapped open, his muscular body covered in sweat. He groaned as he sat up, and cracked his neck as he looked out the window. A bright light greeted his eyes, causing him to involuntarily squint. He sighed, as he was hoping it had still been night, so he could get back to his dream... Jacob shook his head rapidly, attempting to remove the memory all together. Drowsily, he stumbled over to his nightstand, where his replacement clock lay. "Shit, five already?" he muttered to himself, frowning as he crossed to his tiny closet. "Today's the... tenth, I think..." He continued to rummage through, looking for his favorite pair of jeans. Then, he froze and yelled out, "THE TENTH?!" His heart began to pound as he quickly grabbed his suit and hurriedly jammed each of his legs through the pant legs, nearly falling as he did so. Rapidly, he grabbed his shirt and buttoned it up nearly all the way, though he made sure that it wasn't all the way done... Renesmee loved that. He smiled at the thought of her, wondering how a girl could be so pretty... He shook his head, and slipped on his size thirteen shoes on after his socks, then grabbed his blazer, which had her gift inside of it. Quickly, he raced out the door.
When he had finally reached the Cullen household, most of the party had been set up. He kept his eyes away from Edward, attempting to hide his thoughts about the recent dream he had had. Jacob then began tapping his foot impatiently, waiting for the birthday girl to arrive at her fourteenth birthday party. Well, in reality, she was only five, but everyone celebrated her birthdays by her appearance, not her actual age. Frowning, he placed his hand in his pocket, drumming his fingers on his thigh. Finally, he looked up to hear Bella shouting "she's here!" and the door opened as everyone yelled surprise joyfully, all running to embrace her. Everyone except Jacob moved. He remained where he was, paralyzed at the sight of his Renesmee. She was always pretty in his eyes but never has she ever been as beautiful as she was at this moment. His heart rate quickened as he watched her intently, drinking in her presence.
JACOB'S POINT OF VIEW:
My heart pounded when I saw her. When had she become this beautiful? She was wearing a scarlet dress that was definitely more than two inches above the knee paired with a pair of extremely high black pumps and she looked... well, there was no other way of putting this, but she looked sexy as hell. Her hair was, as always, perfect and straight, her side swept bangs framing her heart-shaped face ever so slightly. Then, I focused on her lips... they were painted to match her dress, and even made her seem even more alluring. I licked my dry lips, yearning to mess up her perfection with a kiss. Then, I heard a hissing voice in my ear, saying "Jacob. Black. Come. With. Me. NOW." I shuddered, then turned to see the face of Edward Cullen, my love's father. I mentally punched myself, frowning as I realized that he had most likely heard every little thing I had been saying. I followed the bloodsucker into the other room, my arms crossed. When he faced me once more, I felt my heart jump a bit at the look on his face... Shit, if looks could kil...
"You'd already be dead," he said, finishing my thought. Then, I heard the door slam and with in a second, I was being backed up against the hard wall. "How dare you even think about Renesmee that way. For God's sake, Jacob, she's barely even fourteen! Lord, do you know what Bella would do if she had heard what you were thinking? I guarantee, you wouldn't have lived this long." Edward growled angrily, the same look intensifying as we locked eyes. I stared at him for a moment, and then shrugged, removing his hands from my chest. "May I remind you, Eddypoo, that I cannot help it at all. Plus, you know all this is bullshit. I mean, I only look older. Technically, I am only around sixteen or seventeen. Are you really gonna condemn me for my looks, not matter how sexy they are, and not allow me to think about your daughter? I didn't think so. Now, if you excuse me, I have yet to wish Nessie a 'happy birthday.' So, run along and enjoy the party." And, with that, I exited the room to look for Nessie.
Finally, I found her, and she was standing alone for once... I smiled, and then walked up behind her, and slipped my arms around her waist, turning her around and crushing her into my chest. It was my infamous bear hug, one that her mom knew... quite well. Slowly, I picked her up so her legs were over one of my arms, placing a cheek on her cheek as I whispered, "Happy Birthday, Nessie."