Chapter One:
I brushed my hair back with an impatient hand and ignored the probable grease stain dawning my forehead.
Many, during my life, have complemented me on my hair. It's a long, deep auburn that twirls into coils down my back. That is, when it's not in a sloppy ponytail at the nape of my neck.
Jacob hates it; he loves to run his fingers through it and thinks it a crime to keep it "locked up". But frankly, I find it a nuisance. When I'm deep into a car examining a motor, my hair is the very last thing on my mind.
I reached down for a thicker wrench and began hacking at a particularly flat bolt.
Vaguely I was aware of Jacob opening the garage door and closing it gently behind him. In the one third part of my brain that always seemed to be thinking of him, I internally chuckled at his attempt to sneak up on me. He never really grasped the whole half vampire thing.
Pretending to be unaware of him, I gave up on the flattened bolt and reached for a rag.
"Gotcha." He whispered into my ear after he "sprung" out from behind me and wrapped those long bronze arms around my aching ones.
I raised my hands in front of me, examining them.
"You know," Jacob started, nuzzling my ear, "some girls spend their free time, oh I don't know, not waist deep in engine leaks."
"You complaining?"
"Not at all." He released my waist with one of his arms and reached for my right hand, bringing the filthy palm to his lips.
I laughed, and when he continued to pepper my arm with kisses, swatted him away.
"I have work!" I giggled as he took another lunge for me.
"Work, is something that isn't fun and you get paid for." He grinned as he side stepped me, blocking my way to the car.
"Come on! I'm almost done! Just give me another hour, two tops!" I begged.
"Nope."
He took a leap towards me, and tackled me to the ground.
"Hey!" I laughed.
His long charcoal hair tickled my cheeks as he pinned me down.
"You've been at this for two days. I'm cutting you off."
When I opened my lips to protest he merely popped down and gave me a quick hard kiss.
"The Toyota can wait."
Giving up I stopped struggling against him and realizing our extremely close proximity, remembered how the smell of gasoline and oil in your clothes, really isn't something to prance around with.
After a moment of teasing, and a little bit of flirting, he finally raised me up in one smooth flourish and patted my butt as I headed towards the shower to clean off.
As always, I stripped off, turned the water onto boiling hot and let myself cook.
I felt the grime slide off of me and I realized watching it all go down the drain, just how dirty I was.
It always amazed me how even head to toe in obscene amounts of automotive fluids, Jacob still had no problem taking me into his arms and snuggling into me. If it weren't for the sake of not disgusting him, I probably wouldn't take the two showers a day any way. I'd probably just rinse out my hair, put on a little deodorant and call it good.
He'd always been cool with it though. Hell he had to be, it was as much a part of me as him. Maybe even a little more. Sure, Jacob had been the one introducing me the hobby, but I was the one who really made it into a passion.
I had heard that before me, he had been a sort of mechanic for my Mom. Apparently they had rebuilt some bikes together back in the day. Every time they talk about it know, they just burst out laughing. So, I learned to just smile with them.
It was nice, having him so close to my parents. We didn't really have to be on guard with them. Ok, so occasionally I'd have to calm him down with the physical stuff in front of Dad to avoid some strangulation issues, but other than that we were both pretty open with them.
I picked up the bottle of his shampoo, and lathered it in my hair. It smelled of him, and it made me smile. Somewhere along the line I must have picked up some wolfish tendencies because the idea of his scent mixing with mine made me happy.
God I loved him. And he loved me. Deeply. As the story goes, when I was just a baby he imprinted on me and we've been inseparable ever since.
He's told me, I don't know, millions of times of his love for me. In fact, I don't think in the last seventeen years we've been together, he's gone a day without saying it.
But I haven't. Said it I mean. I've showed him before, let him in. But never actually said the words. It's been a problem for me.
But never once has he pressured me. But I know deep down, he really wants to hear it.
I finished bathing, and making sure I was free of all car related smears, exited the shower.
I lived at home with my parents, but I stayed most days here at Billy's house. For some reason the smell of leather and fresh pine makes me feel at home and safe.
I dressed in the set of clothes I keep under the sink at all times, and squished the dirty ones into the hamper.
The first noise I was greeted with when I entered the hallway was the sound of Billy booing the Mariner game.
"Come on man! He made it! Everyone saw that, he made it!"
Following his voice, I walked into the living area and plopped down beside Jacob, who sent a casual arm around my shoulders.
"Nessie, you see this? God-damn." He demanded bringing me into it.
I could almost feel Jacob's eye roll.
It wasn't one of those moments where he needed an answer, so he shifted back to the screen and shook his grimacing face.
"Ridiculous."
Billy didn't know about me. Well, he knew I was Bella and Edward's kid, but not that I was a vampire. Jacob told him that I was simply a human, and took after my mothers side.
At first he was hesitant to accept, but after a few years, decided he liked me and just assumed my humanity.
Sometimes, like now, I feel the urge to reach out and tell him. The man was practically a father to me. The fact I was keeping something from him made me physically sick.
Changing my train of thought, I looked over at the game, and lost myself in it.
After about two more hours of watching Billy cussing the screen, we decided to head of to Jacob's room. Door open, as policy.
We laid on the bed, side by side and hands linked.
"You know," he started casually, "I could feel that in there. That pain. Please, don't torture yourself like that. You know it's the only way."
Jacob felt things I felt. His imprint on me was deeper then the whole pack had ever seen before.
Sometimes it was hard on both of us. His emotion and love for me went so deep that it was painful. A small, self deprecating thought in my head, was like a tornado of hurt in his. He lived for me, was how he often described it. Every moment, of every day, he thought about me, craved me. And I him.
I brought our entwined hands to my stomach and sighed.
"I know. I just, you know, wonder."
He knew what I meant of course. Billy's hatred of vampires was legendary. He had no tolerance for "leeches." To him, I was a monster. My Father was a monster. The only difference was, he was a good enough man to believe I didn't take after him.
And I did. I was a "vegetarian." But I needed a lot less. Most vampires need about a couple pints a week to stay healthy. I, on the other hand, needed about a cup every month. Just to keep me going. But the urge, the thirst, that was always there. Burning me.
In the beginning, Jacob could feel it, and it kept him on constant worry for me. Worry that the pain was hurting me, worry that I couldn't handle it.
So, after years of practice, I learned how to block him out. Now, he is oblivious, as he needs to be to function.
"Ness, don't do that to yourself. He loves you. Please, please don't think like that." He begged.
I fidgeted with our fingers.
"But if he did Jacob, would he hate me?"
For a moment, we just looked in each other's eyes. We both knew the answer.
He gathered me in his arms, and set his warm chin on the top of my head.
"I love you."
I snuggled deeper into him and kissed his arm.
After a few minutes of lying there in silence, just enjoying each other, my internal clock warned me of the time.
"I have to go." I whispered.
"Mmmm." Half asleep he tightened his hold on me.
"Come on, wake up. I've got to go." I murmured again into his ear.
He ignored me with a groan.
Rolling over I looked at him. Eyes closed, he was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. His dark lashes brushed his cheeks, and his tanned face relaxed, parted his lips ever so slightly.
I without thinking leaned up and brushed my mouth against his.
His eyes fluttered open and deepened the kiss.
Slowly, deeply, our lips moved together.
Gently, he bit my lip and I shivered. Even half asleep, he sought my pleasure.
After a great deal of gathering will power, I released him. And murmured, "Ive got to go."
"Stay." He whispered as he leaned into me, trying to reach my lips again. I dodged him and planted a kiss on his forehead.
"Cant. See you tomorrow."
With great reluctance I rolled off the bed, and Jacob, immediately back into slumber with a garbled good bye.
After checking in with Billy, only to be met with a distracted hug, left and hopped off into the rain of Forks.
With a deep breath, I began to run off towards home. The pumping of my legs, and the sweet smell of pine around me made me feel clean and fresh. But the whiff of Jacob on my skin, made me feel warm despite the cold air.
Here you go guys! First chapter! Next one will be up very soon:)