Search and Seizure

by crystal.paines

Author's Note: There's more at the bottom...Nessie/Jake goodness. Rated for drinking and fluff.

Disclaimer: I'm just playing with Stephanie Meyers' characters.


"Truth or dare?"

I sighed, fiddling with the plastic cup in my hand. My friends had assured me the vodka would taste better with something else. Too bad they didn't exactly have my choice of mixer at this innocent high school party.

Okay, so maybe innocent was the wrong word. There were plenty of couples hidden in corners, and a few who had found empty rooms. Not to mention our little game, heated by one too many drinks (at least for everyone else) and a few hits.

I guess when you grow up with an extended family of vampires, madly in love parents and a werewolf boyfriend, innocent is a relative term.

Being here tonight was daring enough. Jake was running with Seth, removing boyfriend and babysitter in one sweep. My parents, as I knew from unfortunate experience, would be wrapped up in each other (and possibly the furniture) until the sun came up and they had to throw on a human façade to attend class at the college across town.

"Truth."

The question came out in a fit of tipsy giggles. "How big's your boyfriend?"

"And your brother!" called another girl, sprawled across the lap of a guy I didn't recognize.

My cheeks turned bright red. They all thought I had an incredibly hot older brother. They didn't realize that it was really my incredibly taken father. Hazards of having parents who look the same age as you do.

I wanted to tell them to stop hitting on my dad.

"Eeeew, I don't know!" I took another swallow of vodka, praying this one would actually do something other than make me want to gag. "He's my brother!"

"How about your boyfriend?" one of the guys called. "He seems…large."

"I…" How do you tell your friends that, halfway through junior year, you're still a virgin because your boyfriend has some misplaced fears about doing things in the wrong order and is deathly afraid of your father? "Jake…I don't know."

The guy sitting behind me wrapped an arm around my waist. "Next time leave the lights on, baby." I sighed, leaning into his shoulder.

It was supposed to be so easy, this imprinting thing. My friends were all jealous that I had the perfect boyfriend. We'd moved smoothly from childhood friends to dating, and my parents (mostly) approved. They didn't understand that it wasn't like I had ever had a choice. Just like I'd never had a choice about looking any older than seventeen, ever. I'd never really had any choices.

I missed the next dare, but it wasn't hard to figure out. Though I'd never seen one before, body shots are unmistakable. I watched as the girl, giggling madly, lay back as some cocky guy laid sloppy kisses across her skin. As he moved his lips upwards, she wound her fingers through his blond hair, drawing him closer.

And for a second, I was almost…jealous.

Unfortunately, I missed the part about it being my turn. For a second, I froze, my already quick heartbeat picking up speed. Jake would kill me. If my parents didn't get to me first.

On the other hand…

No matter how you spun it, I was already fucked. Besides, I was curious. The only person I'd ever kissed was Jake, who refused to do anything more than casual pecks and hand holding.

Come on. My parents get to have literally earth-shaking sex on a nightly basis, and I get a peck on the lips. Where's the justice in that?

Plus, thanks to living with a bunch of psychics, Uncle Jazz had tipped off Mom when it was time to have 'The Talk'. And believe me when I say, they don't cover the half of it in Sex Ed. Chlamydia was the least of my parents' worries.

The lips that brushed their way up my stomach felt…nice. The bottom of my stomach fluttered and my muscles tightened. But that's all they were. Nice. Not mind-blowing. Not even mildly arousing.

If it had been Jake…

I could see him in my mind's eye. Growing up, he'd always walked around without a shirt on. So had Seth. Unfortunately, there had been new rules in the Cullen household since we'd moved to Fairbanks six months ago. Guess Mom had one of her talks with Jake. But I could still remember every inch of his smooth russet skin, the muscles on his back, the V that, if you followed it with your eyes, would lead down…

The lips on my stomach froze. Every muscle in my body tensed.

Shit.

I had been so careful, this whole time. And now, this poor guy was going to have an identity crisis, thanks to images of half-naked men popping into his head unprovoked.

Not that anyone should ever object to the image of a half-naked Jake.

I was jolted back into reality by an all too familiar voice.

"Ness?"

Holy shit.

I should have heard his footsteps approaching, but I definitely heard them beginning to walk away. He didn't walk like most people do, or even like my soundless, too-graceful family. I'd heard his padded footsteps since before I was born, could recognize the way his weight shifted just slightly as he took a step.

Narrowly avoiding the boy who leaned, still stunned, over my bare stomach, I flew to my feet. The vodka sloshed in my stomach, barely absorbed by my inhuman system. I ignored it. Dimly, I was aware that I was moving just a little too fast through the dark party. Hopefully everyone would be too drunk to notice.

I couldn't ignore the whispers.

"Is that her boyfriend?"

"He is huge!"

"Think she's in trouble?"

"Jake!" I caught him at the door, putting my hand on his lower back. "Jake."

He stopped, his hand on the doorknob. "Edward knows you're gone." He didn't answer my unspoken question.

The hair on the back of my neck prickled, aware that the sober-ish half of the party was eavesdropping on our conversation. Because I had never touched a guy anyone else was interested in, never stood in anyone's way to anyone (other than my dad), I was the one who always picked up the pieces for them. Guess I wouldn't be getting the same courtesy.

His cheek felt soft in my hand as I turned his face down to mind, showing him the midnight sky, asking him to leave the party with me, just to talk. I barely saw the image that I projected into his head. My eyes were filled with the hurt he could hardly hide on his face.

Cold rarely affected me, especially around Jake. Tonight, I was shivering. I followed him down the road a little ways. He didn't let me touch him again until we were out of sight of the house, under the shadow of a group of big pines.

He still didn't look at me. "Jake?" I bit my lip. "Jake, I promise…I'm sorry…I…"

"Don't." I had never heard his voice that harsh before. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I never thought…" He fell silent.

"Thought what Jake? That I might do something stupid and reckless and…normal?" The liquid in my stomach sloshed again, a painful reminder. I touched his back lightly, but he flinched away from my hand.

"I should get you home. Edward's not too happy you're gone."

I laughed, mangling the sound so it was anything but carefree. "I don't care about Dad. Jake I'm so, so sorry."

"You don't understand do you?" There was anger seeping into his voice, breaking out of the restrictive hold he had on it. Jake was never angry at me. "I would do anything for you. Anything if it made you happy. Why didn't you tell me if this was really what you wanted? Why did you wait for me to walk in with you and that…that…" There seemed to be no words to encompass his fury.

Growing up in a houseful of indestructible family members does not exactly contribute to emotional control. Especially when you're the weakest one in the house.

"You stupid dog!" I was angry and sick and upset and it felt damn good to finally yell at someone. "I did tell you. But you just said it wasn't safe, it wasn't a good idea." I poked my finger into the middle of his chest, making him fall back slightly. "You don't want me to do anything unsupervised." I punctuated each accusation with another prod, forcing him further and further off the road. "You don't want me to be friends with other guys. You don't even like any of my friends, you'd rather I just hang out with the pack all day. You just give me every little thing I ask for, and never wonder what it is I really want." My voice broke off with a wail.

"Well, what do you want?" It was an accusation, more than a question.

"I don't ever get to make any choices!" I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to articulate what the hell was going through my head. "Aren't I supposed to be making mistakes right now? Jake, I don't even PMS."

He winced. The magic words never failed on any male, human or no.

"I can't do drugs because they don't work. I can't piss my parents off with random tattoos or piercings because they have yet to invent anything that will make a bellybutton ring go through my skin. You and Seth have kept me from all the partying, all the drinking. And I'm practically the only person in the junior class who's still a virgin!"

He froze. I kept going anyway, too angry to care about his prudishness now.

"I can't even sneak away to have sex with my boyfriend –or anyone else- because you're scared of Mom and Dad and have some stupid moral thing on top of that. Between Seth, who's afraid of you, and you being terrified of Dad, I'm going to be a sober boring virgin forever which, in case you hadn't noticed, is going to be a really, really long time."

It was a good thing we were so far out in the woods. Otherwise, after all the yelling I was doing, I'd never be able to face any of my friends on Monday morning.

There was a lot of silence. While I stood and fumed, making sure Jake felt every bit of it, his face fell. It was like the look on his face when I'd fallen as a kid, or hadn't wanted to go hunting. When I hurt, he hurt a hundred times worse.

I snatched my hand back from his arm. He looked down at where my hand had gripped his skin for a moment, before he spoke quietly.

"I never phased in front of people, never, not even when Bella…" He didn't finish the thought. "But I almost phased in the middle of that party. I wanted to tear that guy off you, I wanted to k…" He didn't need to finish that one.

"Kill him?"

He didn't have to say anything.

"Jake, you can't just kill anyone who looks at me wrong." The words fell, inadequate and inappropriate, into the awkwardness that had suddenly appeared between us.

"Doesn't mean I can't want to," he growled. He looked down at his big hands that had so often held mine, reached out to give me more and more of himself. The words didn't have to come out of his mouth for me to know they were there. The undeniable possessiveness he had always had for me said it all, even before he'd told me about the imprinting, before he'd ever asked me out, cementing what we'd both known all along.

I was a horrible, selfish person.

"I'm sorry," I repeated. My anger began to dissipate under the load of overwhelming guilt. Slowly, I reached out to wrap my arms around his waist. He stiffened, but he let me hold him, my head resting on his back, breathing in his familiar scent. The muscles in his back and stomach rose and fell under my body as he breathed.

"I love you." His chest vibrated, and I felt the words, more than I heard them. My arms loosened and he turned so we were face to face.

"God, Jake." I buried my face in his shirt. "You're so dense sometimes."

I gently touched his mind with the ill-fated body shot. Every muscle in his body shuddered under my hands as I briefly touched on the lips that sloppily kissed my stomach. And then they tensed very differently as I lingered over the images that had been inadvertently shared with that poor ignorant human.

"I love you Jake." I murmured the words at the same time as I showed him exactly what I meant. "Forget my parents, forget that guy. This is about you and me." I showed him something completely different. This time, I didn't need to say anything.

The cold was burned away as, with a low groan, he pulled me closer to his body, wrapping around me until I was surrounded by heat, by smooth limbs and wanting lips. Always so restrained, my Jake. If I had known that a little provocation was all it took to make him forget any fear of my father, any fear of driving me away, I would have done this much sooner.

Far out of range of my prying dad, I had imagined what it would be like, kissing Jake like this. My imagination hadn't done it justice.

It was not a gentle kiss, or even a sweet kiss. His lips were hard against mine, and I matched every ounce of his strength. My shirt was still riding up from the ill-fated body shot and his hands were fire on my icy stomach. The fire spread as his hands moved, spreading through my whole body.

The vodka hadn't worked but this, this was senselessness. This was inhibition and caution and sense being thrown to the winds, replaced by pure sensation, raw need.

And then he pulled away, leaving me panting and empty-handed and aching for him.

"Edward…" he began.

Furious, I grabbed his wrist, shoving every second of that kiss back into his head. His eyes darkened with my need. Leaving him with a taste of the way I was feeling right now, I stepped closer to him.

"Screw. Dad. Let me deal with him. You should have your hands full with me right now."

He was still hesitating. I wanted to scream.

"Jacob Black, so help me, I have been waiting for months for you to wake up. I love you. I want you.

"Why the hell is this so complicated?"

Watching every muscle in his body tense, I lost all patience. Obviously subtle was not working here. He wanted me to tell him what I wanted, fine. I'd tell him exactly what I wanted.

"We are going to leave my parents to break their headboard, or whatever it is they do while the rest of us are sleeping. You're going to take me back to your house. You're going to kick Seth out. And then you're going to keep me very busy for the rest of the night. Got it?"

Giving him time to argue was a lost cause. So I kissed him. And finally, finally, he stopped thinking about my dad.

Somehow, we made it back to his house. Somehow, his wordless growl communicated everything Seth needed to know about getting out the door. Somehow, my burning body didn't burst into flame. I was soaring, letting fire burn its slow way through my body. Everything I saw, everything I felt, was Jake.

Life had never felt so right.

When, eventually, sleep became an inescapable reality, it was with his body curled around mine, his chest to block the light streaming through his bedroom window, his eyes looking down at me like I was the only thing in the world.


Promises to Jake were almost always easily kept. Dealing with my father alone was the rare exception. After last night, though, it seemed a small price to pay.

I left while Jake was in the shower, leaving a note on his bed telling him I'd be back later. Hopefully he'd stay away for a little while. I wanted to do this myself.

From the minute I opened the door, it was obvious he knew. Uncle Em was whistling off-key. He winked at me as the door shut and informed me that I stank like a dog. Aunt Alice shook her head at me, probably frustrated that my in-and-out future had vanished for most of last night. Uncle Jazz just smiled, put an arm around his wife and told me Dad was upstairs.

I have seen my father angry only a few times, but, like Jake, I had never seen him angry at me. Squaring my shoulders, I crossed my arms and waited in the doorway of the room he and Mom used while they were staying with Grandma and Grandpa.

"Dad?"

He was alone. Thankfully, I didn't have to deal with two angry parents at once.

"We were worried about you." His voice was light. I was totally unconvinced.

"Dad, it's okay." I hesitated, nervous. "I know…you…know." My friends thought it was bad when their parents heard about them hooking up. They had no idea how embarrassing it was to know that your father could see every single detail. My face flushed a vibrant red.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. There were moments when it was a little strange, hearing a father's exasperated sigh come out of the body of someone who looked my age. Then he opened his mouth, and there was no mistaking him for anything other than a harassed parent.

"Renesme, sneaking out of the house is unacceptable. Going from a party to spending the night at Jacob's without telling us…what were you thinking?"

"You should know that Dad." I smiled. "Not much, really. Teenage rebellion right?"

His face was torn between amusement and anger. Luckily for me, he never stayed angry long.

"I should be used to Jacob's…vivid images by now," he said, half to himself. I let the comment drop. Just because my parents approved of Jake, didn't mean they always liked him. Better to let all the…well, sleeping dogs lie.

"Lay off Jake." I crossed my arms. "It's my fault anyway."

He did laugh at that. "You and your mother." I didn't ask him to elaborate about that either, though I had a pretty good idea what he meant.

"Does she know?" I asked.

"Of course." There was a faint note of surprise in his voice that I would even ask that. My parents were worse than any high school couple, honeymooners and melodramatic romantic movies combined. It would have been adorable, except that they were my parents. Which just made it awkward and a little embarrassing.

That led my mind down a whole different track, which I followed. My dad turned his back, raking a hand through his hair, the way he always did when he didn't quite know what he should do. It was only seconds before I spoke again.

"Dad…" I hesitated. "You're not going to like this….but I have a question." I hadn't even asked Jake about this. Somehow, I didn't think he'd have a problem with it.

He raised one eyebrow. "I'm listening."

I bit my lip, hesitating. "CanImoveinwithJake?"

The absolute stillness of his entire body was, I reflected, not a good sign. But he didn't say anything.

"Dad, I know you and Mom want your…space. And believe me, I want you to have your privacy too. Please. You know Jake'll take care of me. Seth lives there too, at least right now. And I'm growing up." The pleading notes in my voice were slightly embarrassing but altogether inevitable. "I'm not a child, Dad. I don't think I ever was. I love you and Mom and Aunt Rose and Uncle Em and Uncle Jazz and Grandma and Grandpa and Aunt Alice…but I need my space, at least," I amended. "For a little while. I won't be far." He still hadn't moved. "Please, Daddy."

Almost before I noticed it, his arms were around me, and his lips were on my forehead. "If that's what will make you happy, Nessie." His arms held me almost painfully close. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I love you Daddy."

His chest started moving with laughter, and I looked up suspiciously. "What?"

The crooked grin that spread across his face was unsympathetic and unapologetic. "You can tell your mother."


Author's Note: Review please! Questions, comments appreciated.

Something occurred to me as I was writing this…how awkward would it be to know that your mom made out with your boyfriend? Or worse…that your boyfriend wanted to have sex with your mom?

And we all know that Nessie's friends would have the hots for Edward. Who can blame them?

Possibly more coming, depending on the reviews I get. So please, please, please review.