DISCLAIMER: I do not own any character, just the order that the words are put in :D

Info; Set 15 years after Breaking Dawn. Nessie stopped growing at age 7, and has looked 17 or older, since that age, she is now 15 (human years). Just clearing all that up :)) Enjoy!
Oh and all things that look like 'This' is her inner monologue that is transferred to a person.

"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.

It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."

-Judy Garland

"There are no rules that can bind you when you find your other

half."

- Stephenie Meyer as Jacob Black

I lay my head on his bare chest, my hair pulled into a tight bun to stop my smell from spreading over him. My hands lay intertwined behind his neck foolishly toying with his newly short hair. The light of the moon shined through the window, his face gleamed in it, his features strikingly prominent. My finger traced his jaw line while I closed my eyes memorizing this moment for later use.

I knew he was happy I didn't look my age, even though I had basically ceased development in my seventh year of life. By the time I had reached my last develop- mental year I looked seventeen if not older. Now at fifteen––eight years after the last growth line was drawn on the cottage wall––I lay here sprawled over him as he slept. He was no longer afraid of looking older, he chopped off his long hair and let me see...him. I knew my mother preferred it long, but I didn't see why. Maybe it was the whole 'imprinting' thing, but he was perfect for me either way; still I liked him clean cut.

His stomach growled as my thoughts poured from my hands into him and I tightened my grip around his neck to pull myself up to his face. It wasn't a long way to pull, I was already taller than my mother, almost taller than dad; still I pulled until my lips touch his chin. The light russet fuzz tickling my lips. He smiled, I knew he was up.

'Do I smell bad?' It was my age old question I asked every time we ever got close, it was like second nature to me––being a broken tape recorder. Most of the time I was kidding, but I had become used to taking a shower every time that Jake had gone away just to rid myself of any

excess 'vampire' smell that I could.

"Not even half as bad as you think." He smiled, flashing a set of perfectly white teeth.

I untwined my hands and put them on his cheeks, he––even in the dark––stared at me with whimsical eyes, they were excited, happy but cautious. I slowly leaned in and kissed his lips, my heart sprinting at each movement. I was grateful for my beating heart, for being only half immortal. I wanted to be as close to him as possible, as hard as it was, the little things made a big difference. I loved that he heard my heart and the effect he had on it.

I lifted my head to see him smiling still, but his eyes gave away his need for sleep. Sighing I rolled off to his right side leaving my head on his chest, and my arms wrapped tightly around him. A thump came from the room two doors down.

Sigh, my parents.

I don't think there was one night that went by when they weren't together. I was happy that mom was keeping dad occupied, I certainly did not want him hearing my thoughts tonight...or any other night. A cough, that sounded like a laugh came from deep down in Jake's throat, I knew I was keeping him from sleep.

Even after all these years, I still seemed to forget that with just one touch all my thoughts and memories were conveyed––whether I liked it or not––to whomever I touched and with my father, who could read my thoughts when I was miles away. With Jacob I usually didn't mind...usually, that is when I wasn't remembering having panic attacks with him gone and missing him like crazy. He whimpered sadly as the memories spilled out of me.

Oops.

I brought myself closer to his ear. 'Sorry,' But he didn't reply.

I put the back of my hand on his cheek, my thumb gently gliding over the sleepless bags under his engaging dark eyes. The greatest perk of all of this was that I could show him how much I loved him, over and over again. I filled his head with all my happy memories with him.

When I finally saw him as more than just a friend at age six and then no other person ever looked as good to me. I had always loved him, he was always my Jacob, the one that was curiously always there since birth but I never really paid attention to his looks, or charm until then. He closed his eyes concentrating on my memories while his hand stroked my arm. I thought of the first time we went on a date, how my mother embarrassed me and my father

hated him more than ever. When he hugged me and I cried when he let go––happy tears. I thought of the time he told me about shape shifting, imprinting, my mom...I remember sitting their with my eyes glued to his mouth listening with curiosity at every word he said. I thought

about the first time we kissed, the warm sensation, and how safe I felt then how I almost keeled over and died right then and there from happiness. I thought about how he made me feel with just one look, one touch, one kiss. How my whole body shivered happily when he spoke. How just one hug and just one kiss wasn't enough. My mind changed to when he left me, for his pack, how it hurt me. I tried to change it to my last birthday party, when I finally showed him how much I loved him.

Jake kissed me lightly but the damage of my slip up was done. "I'm sorry." He said meekly looking at me.

Shivers went down my body as his breath reached my face, I was really hoping dad wouldn't be able to hear me. He grinned, knowing full well his reaction on me and I felt my skin heat with embarrassment.

'Don't be..It was stupid of me to..er..show you that.' My vapid excuse for rationalizing what had happened. My mouth was still closed as I let my thoughts talk for me.

He scooped me back onto his chest, not letting his lips leave mine. My heart started to beat faster and faster as I closed my eyes letting myself enjoy the sudden romance. He yawned through a kiss and I groaned pulling away. He hadn't slept for about two days..some problems

with Leah I assumed. He grinned, still trying to kiss me through his exhaustion. I pulled a finger to his lips to stop him. He frowned, but showed he was satisfied that I was

going to let him sleep. Stupid Werewolf, I thought as loud as I could...for his sake and my dads. I leaned in to kiss his forehead before laying my head back to his heart and

taking his palm to mine.

If we were fully immortal, unable to sleep, I could have lay there for hours just listening to his heart––my most prized possession. I heard a deep snore come from the back of his throat and I rolled my eyes looking to my left hand. The bracelet he had given me for Christmas so

many years back was replaced with a promise ring. The bracelet––now––held as a key ring for me, while the delicate, odd, unique and beautiful band graced my wedding finger. Dad all but had a heart attack––if he could he would have––when he found out and it took hours to convince him that it was merely a present. Of course marriage crossed his mind immediately and mine; neither of us was ready for that. Now I would marry him in a second, but I imagined

life would be the same as it was now so I let it go and looked to the ring whenever I needed a pick me up.

He was fast asleep, the snoring had settled down, and he was in a deep slumber. I wanted right there and then to strip him and have my way, and I was actually quite sure he'd let me. There were complications though, he looked so peaceful, happy––and of course the whole dad can read minds, is a vampire...the usual, whatever. Another loud thump came from the room.

Jeez.