Once is Enough
By Lady of Spain
Chapter 1: Home Run
Disclaimer: S. Meyer is the proper owner of Twilight.
She was so excited, but also a little sad. Bella would be leaving her personal sun—aka, Jacob Black—behind for six long weeks. It would be great spending some time with her mom, especially since she'd be busy at college when fall semester started. But still, she would really miss Jacob's smiling face, his corny jokes, and his warm, air constricting hugs.
Working feverishly to get all her packing done, she finally looked up at the clock. In fifteen more minutes, Jacob would be pulling into the driveway to pick her up. Bella placed the last item in one of the suitcases and closed the lid. With that task out of her hair, she could give her full attention to Jacob this evening. This would be the last time she would be with him until she returned from Florida. Her flight was scheduled for early morning, so she wanted every last second of this night to count for something.
Jacob showed up on time as usual. He would berate himself if he missed a minute of being with his girl. Bella ran out of the house to greet him, and they didn't waste any time driving off to La Push. Rachel took Billy out for dinner and a movie in Port Angeles; they would be blessedly alone for hours.
When they got to the house, Jacob asked, "What movie do you want to watch?" His eyes were shining brightly. He was so happy to have her there with him.
"Do we have to watch a movie? I won't see you for weeks, Jake." Her voice took on a petulant tone.
"Well, what did ya' have in mind?"
Bella cocked an eyebrow, as she pushed Jacob onto the couch. "Well," she said, as she climbed onto his lap, "how about . . ." Her arms encircled his neck. ". . . this?" She repositioned herself, straddling him, and proceeded to assault him with her sweet lips.
Jacob—like any other red blooded male—followed wherever she led. He couldn't help himself. Let's face it; the poor boy was totally besotted with her. It didn't help any that his body was riddled with teenage hormones either.
The make out session was getting hotter by the minute. Jacob had his hands slightly under her blouse on her velvety skin. Bella had her chest pressed up against his rock-hard pecs, her hands fisting his hair. Somehow, he managed to maneuver them so that she was lying flat on the couch, with his body pressing down on hers.
Bella started to complain loudly, "This couch is definitely not a loveseat. These springs are poking me in the back. Can't we move to your bedroom?"
Jacob jerked slightly, in surprise, but he agreed wholeheartedly. He ignored the danger of the situation. There was no one in the house to stop them; they were on a one way path to a head-on collision, with life changing consequences. However, there was no way he could say no to the chance of being with her. She was like life itself to him. So in his eagerness, he answered, "Sure, sure. Anything you say, honey."
They continued kissing all the way into the bedroom. Jacob was walking backward, his lips still glued to hers. He sat down on his bed as Bella wrapped her legs around his waist. Then, laughing, she leaned to the side, letting the momentum of her weight pull him once more on top of her. He hovered over her, bracing himself on his elbows, just staring at the sight of her. How he loved this girl . . . With her hair radiating out in soft waves laying on his blankets, and the cream colored skin of her face alight in the glow of love, he felt like he had never seen anything more beautiful. She took what little breath he had left, siphoning it away.
Bella returned his gaze. This boy was everything to her. Jacob was funny and sweet and loyal, willing to die for her if need be. What was there not to love?
Then there was his physical appearance. She could always count on getting lost in his deep dark eyes. His russet skin, that thick, black, silky hair, that irresistible Jacob smile on his lips even at this very moment had her undone. And that body—he was an Olympic god personified—screaming raw sex in a pair of cutoffs.
They continued fondling and kissing while their desire for each other began flaring up like a box of kindling. Jacob finally got a little nervous. He pulled away, panting. "Bells, we gotta stop. I can't take too much more of this."
As for Bella, she was a runaway train; she couldn't stop herself as she thundered on toward her destination. And she wouldn't stop—not now, not until she hit the end of the line.
She answered by pressing her body closer to his, and leaving kisses along his neck, and ear.
My god, she felt so good with her soft body clinging to him like this. He dreamed of Bella in this exact situation night after night, but now that it was a reality hitting him square in the face, he panicked. If things went too far, would either of them regret it? His heart told him that he wouldn't, but what about her? Would this ruin their relationship or cement it? If she left him after consummating their love for each other he would just roll up into a russet colored ball of fur and die of a broken heart. He needed to be sure about this; and the girl in question was making that decision extremely difficult. She was moving him ever closer to the what the hell phase of the resolution. He had to get Bella to see reason, even though his body's response was clearing yelling let's get it on, girl!
After a loud intake of air, he cautioned. "Bells . . . please—stop! You're killing me. I'm getting past the point of no return. I won't be able to control myself."
She lifted her eyes to his and gave him a Are you kidding me? look ."I don't care," she responded, her breath coming in short gasps.
Jacob could hardly get the words out; he was so short of breath. "We can't . . . I . . . I don't have any protection." He tried to lean away from her; but at the same time she was tugging up on his shirt.
She drew him to herself more tightly. "I don't care," she reiterated. "I love you, Jake; I want you." Her chocolate eyes now housed fingers of flame. The intensity of that smoldering gaze held him prisoner, rendering the poor boy, helpless.
He could feel her heart pounding through the thin cotton of her blouse, matching each and every beat of his own. She entreated him in a breathy voice; one he could not resist, as she added the two words that catapulted him over the edge. "Jake . . . please . . ."
That did it—Jacob's restraint fled like a rat from a sinking ship. He yanked his tee shirt up over his head, throwing it onto the wooden floor, and in one red-hot second descended on her in a burst of passion. Oh, God, Bells . . ." he whimpered as his breath whooshed out of him.
The two of them lay facing each other. Their bodies were entwined so tightly that it would have required a crowbar to disentangle them.
Jacob was the first to speak after emitting a long sigh. He caressed her cheek softly, his warm brown eyes lowered in shame. "Maybe we should've just watched a movie . . . I guess I should have been stronger; I should have shown more control. What can I say— except that I'm so in love with you. Damn, Bells you make me so crazy sometimes. I'm sorry—"
Bella placed her hand over his mouth. "No—don't . . . You know I wanted this as much as you did."
Removing her hand from his lips, he kissed her palm. "You didn't let me finish—I'm sorry that it happened this way, but I don't regret it—not one single minute of it. I wanted our first time to be special though . . . you know . . . more romantic."
Bella smiled at her young lover. "I'm not going away forever; there'll be other nights like this—at least I hope so."
She grimaced slightly, and hoisting herself up on one elbow, now looked at him with a serious expression. "Jake, I'm going to get blood all over your sheets. Do you know where Rachel keeps her pads?"
He kissed her cheek. "Yeah, I'll be right back." He left the room, returning a few minutes later, and handed her a pad and a wet washcloth.
"Jeez, Bells, I tried so hard to be careful; are you all right? I didn't hurt you too badly, did I? God, I feel awful." His puppy dog eyes nearly had her undone again.
She stroked his hair with her fingertips. "Shh, don't beat yourself up over this. I didn't expect my first time to be pain free. I knew you would probably be big—all over." I just didn't realize how big, she thought. "It's okay, Jake. Next time, it'll be a lot better—for both of us."
Bella placed the pad, to catch the trickle of blood, then washed her hands with the cloth. He took it from her, wiped both of his hands on it and flung it across the room. His arms instinctively wound around her snugging her closer. He kissed the top of her head and tucked it under his chin protectively. Jacob had always thought that when he finally got to make love to the love of his life it would fill him with happiness. Instead, his heart was heavy knowing that his actions had caused her pain. He made up his mind to never hurt her in any way ever again.
An hour later found them nestled in each other's arm, sound asleep on the couch. A DVD was playing in the machine to the inattentive audience. Rachel came home with Billy and turned off the player. The sound woke Jacob up with a start.
He nudged Bella gently. "Oh, crap—c'mon, Bells. I better get you home, before Charlie shoots me."
They were quiet on the way back to Bella's home. After pulling into the driveway, they sat in the car for a while, neither one of them wanting to say goodnight. Bella finally offered, "I guess I'd better go, my flight's really early tomorrow."
Jacob ran to the other side of the car helping her out, and enclosed her in one of his comforting hugs. He kissed her tenderly, and whispered, "Promise me you'll write. I'll go nuts if I don't hear from you."
She gave him a half-hearted smile. "You're already nuts, Jake—but yeah, I promise."
Putting his arm around her waist, he walked her to the door and gently kissed her again. "God, I'm gonna miss you, Bells. I'll be counting the days 'til you come back to me."
He wistfully gazed at her, walking backward toward the Rabbit. Before he could reach it, Bella ran to him throwing her arms about his neck, and crushing her lips to his. She pulled away, sniffling. "I wish I didn't have to leave tomorrow. I love you."
She let go of him and ran into the house without looking back.