Disclaimer: I do not own anything Twilight; that's Stephanie Meyers.
"Jacob…"
Bella whispered my name as she slowly and gracefully walked forward to where I was sitting on a hard-backed chair in a white room. Through her eyes, you could see the desire blazing, and that desire was directed at me.
"Jacob, I need you."
I brought my eyes from her beautiful features and raked them over her body and my mouth dropped open in shock. How had I missed the fact that she was only wearing a white tank top with the shortest black shorts I had ever seen anyone wear? Holy crap, if those shorts were any shorter, I would be having a heart attack…
I suddenly felt my jeans getting a lot tighter.
"Shit," I groaned. I hoped that it was not loud enough for Bella to hear. My hands flew to my crotch as I tried to cover up my bulging erection. This was not good. If Bella saw this, she would surely leave. And I certainly didn't want to give up the indulgence of looking at that perfectly shaped butt hanging out of those unbelievably short black shorts. But instead of being grossed out and running away, Bella let out a quiet giggle and took another step closer to me, which did nothing to help my situation. She wore an uncharacteristic smirk on her face. This was getting very strange, very quickly.
"Jake." She said my name again in her breathy voice as she lifted one leg and began to straddle my lap. My breathing hitched and my brain functions came to a complete stop as she grabbed my hands, moved them away from my crotch, and looked down, her eyes widening. "Oh, Jacob."
The way she kept saying my name was driving me crazy. And if she didn't stop staring at me the way she was, I was going to explode, right then and there. Bella was gradually leaning ever closer to me. At this point, she was so close that her breasts, only covered by a thin layer of fabric, were inches away from my face. I was desperately trying not to stare, and was instead staring up at the white ceiling.
"Jake, you can look if you like. I want you to look," I was doing everything I could not to look, "Please look at me, Jake." Bella was almost begging.
Slowly, my eyes came down from the ceiling, landing on her heaving chest. As soon as I looked, I was hooked. There was no way I was going to be able to take my eyes away unless I was forced.
"Do you like that Jake?" Bella pressed closer and whispered into my ear, sending uncontrollable shivers down my back. The shivers didn't feel anything like they did when I was trying not to phase. These shivers were good shivers… Extremely good.
I couldn't think. My brain was blank. I had no idea what to do, or how to handle this situation. I had never even kissed a girl before, and now the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on was shoving her chest in my face! Before I could even begin to process what was happening, I felt a pair of lips touch my skin just below my right ear. Bella's lips.
I wanted this. I had wanted this for so long. I loved Bella. She was everything in the world that I had ever wished for, and she was kissing me… What did this mean? Did this mean she was over Cullen?
Oh God, I hope so.
Bella's pink lips began a rigorous path down to my mouth. My whole body was rigid. I didn't want to tell Bella that I had never kissed anyone before, because what if that made her change her mind? And there was also a part of me trying to justify what she was doing. She had spent our entire friendship pushing the fact that we were friends and only friends; that we would never be anything else because she could never get over that stupid, filthy Bloodsucker. So what the hell was she doing attempting to kiss me?
Bella's mouth finally found mine and at that exact moment, any and all worry that I might have had about Bella's intentions flew out of my mind.
Holy shit. Does it get any better than this? I honestly didn't think so.
It didn't matter that I had no clue how to kiss; Bella knew exactly what she was doing. Her mouth tasted incredible. It was better than anything I had ever tasted before. I let my lips move with hers. We were just starting to get a rhythm that I thought I was comfortable with when Bella darted her tongue between my surprised lips.
I put both of my hand on her back and pulled her tiny body so close to mine that you couldn't have slipped a piece of paper between us. All doubts about experience were gone. Bella wanted me and, shit, I wanted her more than anything.
The only thing I could hear while Bella and I were intertwined on the chair was two people panting like dogs. Two people that I was surprised to find out were us. I hadn't even known I was capable of making noises like that. And the crazy part was, I wasn't even close to embarrassed. I was finally getting what I wanted.
My erection was begging to be released as she continued to roughly shove her delicious tongue into my accepting mouth. Almost as if reading my thoughts, Bella's hands ran down my bare chest and dipped below the waistband of my jeans.
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
"Shit, Bella. You don't know how long I've been waiting for --" Bella cut me off by placing a single finger onto my lips. Her chocolate brown eyes bored into mine with the intensity of the sun.
"Shhh, Jake. I do know. Jake, I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time…" I stopped breathing. There was no fucking way she was about to say what I thought she was going to say. "I love you, Jake. I love you so much." Bella pressed her lips urgently back onto mine as I sat there, not even able to move. No way… Absolutely no fucking way…
"Jacob?" Bella came back up just long enough for air.
"Mhm?" That was as much as I could manage. I was still entirely stunned.
"Jacob, I want you to do me a favor."
Bella needed something. I was definitely not in the position to deny her anything she wanted. "I will do anything, Bella. Anything."
The white-hot intensity that was in her eyes before was back and it was burning a whole right through me. "I want you to make love to me."
And then… I woke up. And my heart was broken.
Suddenly real life came crashing over me like a particularly harsh wave knocking out a novice surfer -- only this time the wave was reality and the novice was me. Bella did not really want me. She didn't love me and she probably never would. That damn vampire had made sure of that when he up and left Bella all alone to fend for herself. But she hadn't had to be alone because she had me. I was always there for her. I made her smile. I made her laugh for the first time in months. I did all that, and it still wasn't enough.
In a perfect world, Bella would be over that fucking leech. In a perfect world, where vampires didn't exist and werewolves were a thing of fiction, Bella would be mine. She would love me and only me. In a perfect world, my dream would not have been only a dream. I would be able to make love to Bella and she would be in love with me for real, not just in a fantasy. But I didn't live in a perfect world. I lived in a world where assholes like Cullen left girls like Bella to rot. A world where Bella spent her entire life pining away for him in an entirely unhealthy fashion. The way Bella needed him… It just wasn't normal.
I was different. I loved Bella. I knew a good thing when I saw it, and crap, Bella was a good thing. If we really did live in a perfect world, she would realize that she was missing a good thing to…
But we didn't live in a perfect world. Bella had chosen one monster over the other. And she had chosen wrong.
A/N: This is my first try at writing fanfiction. To people who decide to read it: First off, thanks! Second, review if you feel the urge, but if not I understand. How often I write does not depend on how many reviews I get, and I know I have definitely been guilty about not reviewing stories I liked... If there is something that I need to improve upon, though, definitely let me know. Thanks, again.
