A/N: so i've reworked this into a more standard format for those of you who disliked the other format and couldn't read the whole thing. i want everyone who wanted to to get a chance to enjoy the story, so here it is: i hope you find this format more enjoyable:)) please REVIEW!

Disclaimer: Allie is mine and oh, how i wish Jake was too...

WarmYouUp

It was cold. Even with her blankets pulled up around her, and her heater running full blast, Allie still couldn't get warm.

There was a simple solution…

She glared at her cell phone lying innocently on the nightstand next to her bed.

'Damn you.' She mumbled into the mountain of blankets surrounding her. She was stubborn and independent.

That's why he loved her.

That's why she refused to call him.

She wanted…

Him…

No!

Warmth…

Yes, that's what she wanted; more than anything. But it came at a price.

Warmth was…stubborn also.

Pick up the phone…

NO

Call him…

NO

Do you want to freeze…

….

I didn't think so…

'Damn it…'

Allie hefted herself up out of the confines of her blanket shelter only to find it FREEZING-er outside of her refuge.

'This cannot be happening'

She burrowed even deeper into her bed, so that even her hair was obscured from view.

'This is crazy…I should just call'

She peeked her head out just enough so that her eyes could discern the blurry numbers of the alarm clock:

3:09A.M.

Considering that she had gone to bed at 10:45P.M. it had been a long night

'And it's not even over yet.' she groaned into the pillows.

You're just being stubborn; like a little girl. Or better ye: a puppy…Ironic isn't it?

'Oh, go away!'

Allie hurled her pillow into the wall opposite her bed and cursed the gush of bitter air it left in its wake.

'Urgh! This is so dumb!'

Then call…

'He probably won't answer.'

He will…

'It's too late.'

He's up…

'…I know…'

Then call…

……

'Ok.'

She nudged over to the edge of the bed close enough that she would barely have to unearth herself to grab for the phone. It was a good plan…In theory. But in reality? Nothing was ever easy for Allie. Especially not calling her…boyfriend…

That word really didn't do him justice which is why she never called him that. He just was…

Words weren't needed to describe their relationship; Words complicated things, and things were already complicated enough.

Allie took a deep breath and lunged toward the phone, pressed his speed dial, gasped as his husky 'hello' filled the other end, and fell off her bed.

"Allie! Are you alright! Damn it, Allie, say something!"

Allie was thoroughly twisted in her blankets now and wiggling wasn't helping.

'Where the hell did the phone go!' Her hands traveled the carpeted floor quickly and numbly; the cold sinking into her bones.

His voice kept rising on the other end. If she wasn't so cold she would have laughed, but now was not a good time.

'Aha! Found it!' Allie pressed the phone to her ear only to hear him cursing profusely into the other end.

"Jeez! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

He chuckled, "I only kiss you."

'Oh, my…'

"Allie? What's wrong?"

"…Nothing."

"Sure, sure. I definitely believe you just called me at…4A.M. to tell me that absolutely nothing is going on. I'll buy that."

….

'Hmpf!'

Allie shuffled around on the floor trying to regain her footing and finally crawled her way up the side of her bed, still fully cloaked in afghans and comforters, and plopped herself down on her back in the center of her bed.

"Umm…what's going on over there, Allie?"

"…Why?"

"'Cause it sounded like you just lifted something way too heavy for you, and what that could possibly be at four in the morning is beyond me…"

"Are you calling me fat?"

"WHAT?"

"I knew I shouldn't have called you…"

'Ha! That's what you get for being quipped with me, mister!'

"No! Allie, I was just…um...it's not like that…you're beautiful…and….Allie…I'm sorry...please…um...I just…"

And on and on…

Allie had to cover her mouth to stifle the giggles that were ensuing from her oh-so-very-clever remark. Guys always got flustered when you made them think they had hurt their girlfriend's feelings.

"…Are you…laughing..?"

Apparently she wasn't being discreet about it.

"Of course not."

"Allie."

"Yes?"

"As fun as tormenting me has been, you can't change topics that easily."

"Oh, darn." Sarcastic. As per her usual.

"What's wrong?" His voiced changed: it was softer, soothing. It was the voice that was only ever heard when he was talking to her. His Allie.

Allie buried her head into a pillow and mumbled, "I'm cold."

He chuckled, "Sorry, I didn't quiet catch that."

She gritted her teeth.

He tsk-tsked, "That's not good for you, dear."

"Don't 'dear' me, mister."

He chuckled and there was something about his laugh that made her smile.

"I'm kind of…."

"In love with me?"

"Hey! Don't put words in my mouth!"

"I'd rather put my mouth on yours but…"

"Urgh! This is so dumb!"

"I'll be the judge of that. So… tell me."

"I'm cold, damn you!"

"Oh, Allie!" He laughed: not cruelly but with love.

"I'm sorry." She sniffled.

"Don't cry. I told you to call me if you ever needed me; no matter what, ok. I'll be right over."

The phone clicked off. He was coming. One call and he was there. One call and he dropped everything for her. One call.

She hoped that her dad had forgotten to close a window. He usually did, but when you're counting on someone to forget, they usually remember.

Of course, Allie had no idea if, once inside, he would even be able to find her room. But nothing stopped him from coming when she needed him. Ever.

Even if they had only been together for 1 month, 3 days and ¼. (not that she was counting). Besides, it felt like forever; Like it was meant for forever. But she still felt awkward; like she was going to blink and he would disappear.

Even though she knew he was coming it still startled her when her door creaked open. Afraid that, for some weird reason, her parents may be checking up on her, Allie kept her eyes shut and breathing steady, as she lay on her back in the cold darkness of her room.

Nevertheless, her breath quickened rapidly when she felt footsteps crossing the room toward her bed. Sneakers thumped to the floor; Blankets were lifted; Another body on the mattress-under the blankets-a warm tender hand slid across the smooth silken camisole on her stomach.

Allie moaned: he was so damn warm…

'Oh, god! I...moaned..!'

And of course…he heard. "Did you just moan?"

She really couldn't form a coherent thought when his lips were against her ear; His warm breath tickling her hair. All she could do was blush and keep pretending to be asleep.

"I know you're awake, Allie."

She rolled over-away from his distracting presence.

"Well, if that's how you're comfortable, it'll work for me."

She heard the sheets rustle and next thing she knew her back was pressed against his chest; her head resting on his right bicep and…her bottom tucked into his hips.

'Oh, shit.' She turned the color of one of her many covers: bright scarlet.

Well, you asked to be warmed up. You're just getting the full body treatment!

"Warmer?" He whispered into her hair.

Her nod was barely decipherable, but it was a nod, and he would take any affirmation he could get. He was truly glad she called him. She never had before even though he knew she didn't sleep well in the icy winters. After all, it was the first winter she had spent in Forks, Washington. A huge change from sunny, humid Ocala, Florida.

Her shaking subsided after a few minutes. She slowly gained the courage to say, "You really are ridiculously hot, you know that?" Not even thinking of the implications.

He was.

"Sure, sure. A few girls have told me that, but, don't worry," he brought his lips down toward her neck, "I'm taken." He whispered breathily, sealing it with a kiss behind her ear.

If she wasn't blushing before she was now: terribly so. "Oh."

She couldn't think straight. Sure he had held her before, plenty of times, but she had always had more clothes on. He had…well ne never really wore more than a pair of shorts, but somehow this half-naked embrace felt way more intimate than it usually would have.

He was in her bed, for goodness sake!

His thumb started to rub circles on her middle: just over her belly button. Slowly, it caught the lace fringe and slipped under: skin on skin. Warmth on tingling cold.

No, not cold anymore…warmer…much warmer.

Allie sighed. It was as if his hand was smoothing away all the tension in her body. She brought her pale white hand up to his tan one which clasped her shoulder, his forearm resting across her chest; rising and falling with each breathe.

White and tan; perfectly entwined together. Both smiling: happy…loving.

"Thank you…" She sighed softly.

"Sure, sure."

Allie started to drift to sleep. His hand continuing to trace patterns on her stomach letting her know he was there with her.

Wake up, silly…Remember…Thank him…

'I did…'

Her eyes sprung open. 'Oh, yeah. Oops.'

Tentatively, she rolled over, so that she was facing him…Well his chest anyways.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?"

Blush.

Don't lose your nerve…

"Nothing."

Sigh.

"We're not back to that, are we?"

Downward gazing eyes, "No…"

Chuckle. "Still monosyllabic, I see."

Chin tilting up.

Brown eyes and blue.

Inquisitive and shy.

Have courage…

Allie's gaze shifted to his lips, wondering if she could do it.

Faith…

Hesitantly, she brought her hand up, touched his cheek, wrapped around his neck, fingers entwined in his thick black hair.

Hope…

She brought his head down to hers and tilted her chin up slightly. Their lips mere centimeters apart…

"Allie…"

Love…

As their lips met everything fell into place. I could say that the world stopped spinning; There were fireworks; A symphony reached a crescendo; The planets aligned. But the truth is…everything just clicked. This was what they had been waiting for: that one person who understood everything; who would always be there; a shoulder to cry on, to hold, to kiss, to dream, to love.

It was the softest of kisses, like a butterfly brushing past a petal.

The only thing that halted it was Allie's yawn.

He chuckled.

"Very romantic…was I really that terrible a kisser. Damn, I can see it now: 'So hot he puts all the women to sleep!'"

Allie nuzzled into his neck. "Shut up, you…I just haven't slept very well."

More nuzzling and a kiss on his collarbone.

"Well, if you had called me earlier I would have been here in a heartbeat. Now, don't change the subject for the second time tonight."

He brought his one hand down to the small of her back. The other wrapped around her shoulders and raised her chin so that her eyes met his.

Passion…

"It was…wonderful…amazing…breathtaking…perfect." Each pause she received a small kiss starting at her ear, cheekbone, jaw, the corner of her mouth.

"You're…everything to me, Allie. You know that right?"

Now it was her turn to kiss him: tenderly on the nose.

"Yeah…I think I might have figured that out."

Smiles.

Who knew he would fall for someone as sarcastic and shy and beautiful as her?

"Hold me?"

"Do you really have to ask?"

He pulled her body against his: chest to chest; hips pressed together; legs entwined; arms wrapped tenderly and strong: protecting and sheltering; calming and cradling.

Was it worth it?

Sometimes giving in

Is more Exhilarating than

Holding out.