A/N: So far I look at this as a one-shot. But I'm undecided. If you like it let me know and I'll consider making it into something more- something a little longer. Review =)

July 8th

Its one thing to get a summer job at a lame ass small town bar; its another to lose your job at said shitty small town bar.

"I can't believe this. You've gotta be fucking kidding me." I yelled furiously as I looked at the letter sitting in my hands with a dumbfound expression.

Renesmee walked over slowly and peeked over my shoulder at the letter. I could hear her mouth pop open as she read the letters printed in black on the page.

"You're shitting me. No fucking way. That's ridiculous!" She snatched the page from me to closer examine it. Her eyes were wide and she was shaking her head.

I was finally able to move and when I did, it was to grab my drink off the counter and down it in less then a few seconds.

Fuck, I wish alcohol did something to me!

"Jake, I'm so sorry." Renesmee whispered as she came to sit next to me at the bar. I let the empty glass slide onto the counter and listened to the ice click together as they clashed and fought for dominance within the confides of the glass.

That was my life; I lived the shitty life of an ice cube. Constantly fighting for top roll only to melt away before I was atop too long. My life didn't entirely suck. I had Renesmee. I couldn't pay for a thing now, but at least I still had her.

I took her into my arms and she rested her head against my shoulder.

"This is my fault…I'm so sorry, Jake." she whispered against the skin of my neck. I shook my head and pulled her back so I could look her in the eye.

"No, Nessie, this isn't your fault. My boss is a dick. I fucked up, sure, we both fucked up. But this isn't your fault." I said to her and stroked the side of her cheek with my thumb.

The fact of the matter was; it was her fault. It was all entirely Renesmee's fault. But that was okay. I didn't mind. Sure it sucks dick that I can't pay for shit anymore but I wasn't about to let Renesmee feel bad. I'd done enough damage by yelling at her, she didn't need to take anymore of my shit.

One week earlier. July 1st

"What time do you have to work tonight?" Renesmee asked lightly, her lips brushing against the skin of my shoulder as she kissed me there. I breathed heavily. The feeling of her scantily clad bikini body was causing my mind all sorts of trouble and I was slowly losing my focus and control.

"Umm, I work at seven." I managed to mumble almost incoherently.

I swear this girl is like a drug. A fucking tasty, warm, smooth ass drug.

She slid her hand up my bare chest to touch my cheek. "Shall we make the most of our time together, then?" she whispered seductively.

I bent down and kissed her then. I could taste her on my lips…my tongue…she was messing with my mind. I couldn't think of anything but Renesmee. I hadn't been able to get her off my mind for quite some time.

Ever since last summer when my thinking shifted and Renesmee no longer looked like a little sister I needed to protect.

She has always been my everything; my life, my air, me. But last summer she became the one girl on earth I wanted to have. To hold and to love. Forever and eternity.

Only problem was; Renesmee is technically only six years-old. So she may look about eighteen, give or take a year depending on what she's wearing, but in actuality, the girl I'm in love with is more then a decade younger then me.

Age didn't quite stand in the way for us though. She was more mature then anyone I knew. The only people standing in my way were the Cullen's…and Charlie…and Billy…and the pack…and about every other fucking human being on earth who knew shit about vampires, werewolves, and Renesmee's true age. The only person to except our love was my sister and her husband. Though they live in Hawaii so it doesn't really matter anyway.

"Nessie, your killing me." I groaned into her mouth as she deepened our kiss to a dangerous passion. I could taste her smile.

"I know. That's the point, Chief Jacob." She giggled and I just about lost it there.

Ever since Renesmee learned of the imprinting, the pack and everything about me; she'd taken to calling me chief. I don't know why but she did. And only when we were intimate. It turned me on, yes of course, but that wasn't what I needed right now. The sun was still high in the sky but I had rounds to run for the pack and work at the bar latter tonight. I couldn't let Renesmee mess with my thinking. Though, her nicknames, soft warm skin and giggling were doing just that.

"I have to make my rounds." I whispered, trying desperately to put space between us. She was strong though, and she held tight.

She wove her fingers in my hair, pulling a little, and let her lips devour my passive resistance. I lost the fight before I was able to even play the game.

"Fuck the rounds, Jake."

She moved quickly and without my consent. She was on top of me, straddling my waist, while still kissing me passionately. My hands moved to tighten around her waist as I pulled her closer to me. Her teeth pulled at my lips and her fingers traced patterns on my bare chest. I slid my hands up and down the warm skin of her back and smiled.

"You win." I whispered, and flipped us over.

I hovered over her, suspended in time by the look on her face. Her eyes said she wanted me but she bit down on her lower lip. Her fingers had stopped moving on my chest and the rise and fall of her chest increased as did the rapid beat of her heart.

She was still before me but I did, however, manage to stop and question her feelings. I lowered my face and kissed her cheek.

"What's wrong, love?" I whispered in her ear. I heard her let out a loud gust of air which sounded like a cross of something like a laugh and a sigh. I kissed her cheek and asked the same question again.

Her hands dropped to the blanked and I moved back to look at her. She seemed angry…definitely upset about something. Afraid it was I whom she was angry with; I moved off of her and sat on the large blanket we had set up here at the beach. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"What is it?" I asked after a minute of silence. My hands were sweating- scared I'd done something wrong. She smiled, her eyes still closed.

"Relax. You didn't do anything. It's me…more or less." she whispered, still not opening her eye. I reached out and stroked the back of her hand for it laid so close to me. Her smile deepened but she didn't elaborate further.

After a time of laying there in the sun, she sat up. I had been counting the minutes in my head while she lay peacefully in the sun. We'd sat silently for a little over twenty minutes and not once had she done so much as smile when my touch was soft on her hand, arm, wrist and shoulder as I stroked her tenderly. When she sat up I had to force my eyes away from her. Her muscled stomach, tight thighs. She was magnificent.

The sun danced lightly off of her porcelain skin. She didn't sparkle like the rest of the Cullen's but she…glistened. Nothing too noticeable, but something that made my heart skip numerous beats. She was the most beautiful creature in the world and all I wanted to do was reach out and take her in my arms. But I couldn't. She'd pulled back from our intimacy for reasons I still wasn't clear on and it looked as if I'd angered her.

She stood, staring down at me. That little black bikini was causing all hell to break loose in my mind and I was having a very hard time focus on anything but her.

"I'm hot. Swim?" she said easily, running her hand through her bronze, curly hair. I was afraid that if I spoke my voice would crack with my desire to touch her so I shook my head. She half nodded, still in some kind of reserve I didn't know how to pull her out of, and headed off to the water.

I hated to see her go but loved to watch her leave.

She had a natural sway to her hips that would cause all kinds of hell in a man. She didn't know it- or at least she didn't show it- but every guy everywhere we went watched her. They looked her up and down and liked what they saw. I couldn't blame them for I did the very same thing all the time, but I would shred anyone who ever tried to touch her. She wasn't mine but she wasn't theirs either.

She waded into the water, letting her body get used to the cool touch after having been in my overheated arms all day, then went a little further. She was out to where her feet didn't touch in no time. With anyone else I would have been gently worried. She was out very far but I trusted Nessie. She was an excellent swimmer and I knew for a fact that any sea creature wouldn't come within twelve yards of her as if they new what she was and that she could kill them with ease.

She ducked her head under and I waited for her to pop back up again. When her head surfaced again she slid her hands through her wet hair, pulling it out of her face, and rubbed her eyes. She had no idea what she was doing to me. Anything she did, I found sexy and/or adorable. It was hard on me. I could sit and watch her do just about anything and be entirely enchanted by her alone.

She wasn't out long before she swam back to shore. I braced myself for her return. She'd be wet…she'd be cool again and looking for the warmth I offered…she'd be in that damn bikini and most of all she would have to walk back to me and I would have to watch.

I position my balled up shirt on the seam of my pants in an attempt to hide my growing erection from her.

She made her way out…I grew tighter, warmer, harder…she sat next to me. She kissed my check and hugged my neck.

"Forgive me?" she whispered in my ear.

"For what?" I could hear my heart thumping in my chest, it was loud…too loud. Damn this woman for having such a thorough effect on me.

"I was a tad harsh on you, Jake. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." She sat back on the blanket, and when I was sure I had calmed down, I removed the T-shirt from my legs and reached out to her. She came to me willingly, sitting in my lap like she had all her life.

I rested my forehead against hers. "Will you tell me what happened?" I whispered.

She turned her head and lightly pressed her lips to mine. "I can't think straight when I'm with you, Jacob." she said once I allowed her to pull away from my lips. "Everything about me falters: My breath, my heart, my thoughts. You're intoxicating. Jacob Black, you're like a drug to me. I'm high when I'm with you and I'm afraid…"

"Afraid of what, dear? Tell me what you're afraid of." I would protect her. Even if it meant waiting to have her until she was 100% ready for me. I would wait for her forever. If that's what she wanted I would do it.

As if reading my thoughts, she shook her head. "I'm not afraid of you, Jake. I love you." She kissed me again as if to prove her statements truth to me.

"What is it then? What has my beautiful Renesmee scared?" I whispered when she pulled away.

She didn't look at me; she stared at her fingers in her lap while she replied. "I'm afraid…that if I…make love to you, Jacob, my father will be mad." she whispered, sounding like her true age for once. She only looked this way when she was in trouble (which was ever so rare considering everyone gave her everything she could ever want or ask for).

I froze. I hadn't thought of that. The thought hadn't even come to me once. I'd thought of everything else but I'd never thought of Edward. Maybe it was because he was still pretty much my enemy though we'd gotten over that- for the most part, anyway. Maybe it was because, subconsciously, I knew he'd be mad and I wanted her even more for that. I don't know but what was proposed to me was Renesmee's fear that her father would be mad.

And he would. He would be royally pissed and probably take a swing at me. I didn't mind a fight with Edward (I'd wanted it more then once in my life) but it would kill both Bella and Nessie. I didn't want that. I didn't want to hurt Renesmee. In fact I kind of liked that Nessie was so scared of disappointing Edward that she was willing to push me away. It showed me that one day, when she bares my children if it were possible, she would make an extremely thoughtful mother. I smiled at her.

"Its not that I don't want you, Jacob. Believe me…I do!" she said quietly, still not looking at me. My smile blossomed. "It's just that, I don't want to disappoint my father. He's too special to me. I can't do that to him."

Renesmee and Edward were more then close. She absolutely adored her family; especially her father. She was a daddy's girl. It was sweet but it stood in the way.

"Renesmee," I waited until she looked at me. "I will wait until you- and your father- are ready. I promise I will never push you. Never. I love you." I whispered.

I was concerned by the tear running down her cheek and I suppose my face showed it. She swiped at it and kissed me, long and hard.

Her hands on my chest, my hands in her wet hair, she deepened out kiss. I could taste saltwater on her lips. She smiled.

"Whatever you do, Jacob Black, never ever change." she whispered against me.

I was about to reply when I heard a howl in the distance. Nessie stiffened at the sound. It wasn't a howl. It was a shriek. One of my brothers was hurt and in trouble.

"Go!" Nessie shouted at me as she jumped up off of me. I lurched to my feet and ran for the trees but not before I shouted back at her.

"I'll never change on you, Renesmee Cullen. Never."

A/N: Please stay tuned! :D I have a few more chapters planed.