So this was a cooky little story that just popped into my head and I had to get out. It'll be a two-shot. Maybe three? Who knows? I'll see how much I get done with my next chapter. As always, reviews=love. ENJOY!

Rub-a-dub-dub, look who's in the tub!

It's a funny story really, the way she ended up here. Funny as in a ha-ha-kick-you-in-the-crotch-spit-on-your-face-hilarious. Yes. That was really the only funny she experienced in her life. Never a dull moment. Nope. Not for Leah Clearwater. But never were any of those moments ones in which she could bask and share in the hilarity. Instead, life found funny moments in which to laugh at her not with her. Or have others laugh at her. Which she was sure Jacob Black was about to do at any moment.

It all began earlier that morning, as she was in the middle of her morning shower. She had just soaped up her hair in the fresh smelling, lavender shampoo her mother kept stocked up in the tub. Giving herself a thorough scrub down, Leah turned her head into the cascading water to rinse off the shampoo when suddenly the water stopped. She fiddled with the faucet to no avail, hearing the eerie creaking of a dried out pipe. What the fuck?

Stepping out of the shower, she'd quickly wrapped herself in an oversized towel and ran around the house like a mad woman, trying out all the faucets in the house to find them all in the same state as the shower. Dry as a bone.

What the hell was she to do now? She thought as she sat down on the couch and wallowed in her misfortune. She couldn't very well sit in the soapy, grimy residue of shampoo that was currently sliding down her body. She was already beginning to feel itchy and the shit was probably going to be falling into her eyes any minute. She had to act fast.

Gripping the towel even closer to her body, Leah lept up from the couch and made a beeline for the door. Peering out through the peephole, she found the coast to be clear and rushed outside and for the safety of the woods. Walking hurriedly, she ducked and dodged through the trail as she made her way to the closest residence she could think of. The Black's.

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So here she was, caught redhanded. Or soapy handed. Sure she'd gotten carried away. Humming and singing and dancing was so not the way to go. Especially when she had snuck into someone else's house, and more specifically into their shower. She should of just rinsed off and scurried out of there before Billy or Jacob had had time to come back home. Instead, she'd lingered and began to rummage through all the soaps, aftershaves, shaving creams, shampoos that lined the Black's bathroom. And after discovering exactly what soaps and aftershaves gave Jacob Black that particularly intoxicating, woodsy smell (wait what?), she'd begun to rinse out the dried up soap off her body and reapplying a fresh lather. Then of course came the singing. And the dancing. And the stealing of Jacob's razor to shave her legs (gross she knew, but hey, what with the patrol schedule she had, chores around the house, and all the rest of her free time spent making sure the pack of boys she belonged to stayed out of trouble, she had no time to stop at the store to buy her feminine hygiene products). And that's where she'd fucked up. Or life fucked with her? Whichever.

Pulling the curtain back to place the razor in its rightful place is when said fuck up happened. As she stood there, drenched and naked in all her glory, Jacob Black stood at the threshold of the bathroom door staring at her dumbfounded and shocked.

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And there she stood, drenched and naked in all her glory. What the hell she was doing in his house, let alone his shower? he had no fucking idea. But he honestly couldn't force himself to care in the present moment. The only thing he could focus on was the single drop of water that had just fell from her hair and landed between her breasts (big, supple breasts that suddenly left his mouth dry and gave him the urge to put his face- or something else for that matter- between them). And then he watched as that single droplet made its way down the valley between her breasts, curving and trailing down the side of her toned, trim, uber sexy stomach, and then grazed against her sexy, feminine hips and quickly disappeared against her long, amazing legs. His eyes raked their way back up over her body, trying to sneak a peak at the place between her thighs that his now growing erection was very interested in becoming acquainted with, but unfortunately for the both of them (him and his dick that is), Leah's hand had dropped and covered that particular area as her hand had come off the shower curtain. Dammit.

"Jacob!" Leah broke the silence that had permeated the room and dragged Jacob out of his reverie. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Jacob shook his head and forced himself to look up at her face, as he mentally willed her hands away from the breasts that she now covered up in her embarrassment. "What am I doing here? What the heck are you doing here, Lee?"

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So yeah. Here she was. At a loss for words, and at a loss for clothes. Realizing her hands were doing a poor job of concealing her unmentionables, Leah quickly reached for the towel she had draped over the shower curtain rod and wrapped herself inside of it in the blink of an eye. How fucking humiliating!

In all the time she'd spent phasing and undressing around the boys, never once had they caught a glance of her naked body. Except for Quil of course. Who was the biggest perv on this side of Pacific! Otherwise, the rest of the boys tried hard to allow her her privacy when she phased. But that didn't mean they didn't enjoy watching Quil replay the moment when he'd caught her behind the cover of the trees dressing as she'd phased back into her human form after a night patrolling alongside the little cretin, over and over in their heads. So really, why was she acting all embarrassed? They'd seen it all. Or at least Quil's skewed perception of it all.

It's not so much that he saw me naked, but how he fucking looked at me. The memory sent a shiver down her spine which she took as an opportunity to stiffen her spine up and exit the bathtub as gracefully, and with as much dignity, as she possibly could.

"Well...?" Jacob broke into her thoughts as the silence elapsed for over a minute, Leah not answering his question.

Leah had begun walking past him to try and exit through the door, but paused and turned to look at him.

"Yeah... about that..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Uh huh?" Jacob prodded as his eyes lowered to the spot where she gripped her towel against her chest and pressed her cleavage higher against the towel.

"I'm up here, twerp!" she scoffed indignantly, trying to regain her footing and her sassiness back.

"Sorry," Jacob mumbled as he flushed in embarrassment and met her face once more. "Now what exactly are you doing in my shower?" he himself threw back at her in return, trying to gain some ground after having been caught ogling her goods.

"I was showering at home earlier-"

"So how'd you end up here?" he cut in rudely.

"I was getting to that!" she snapped irritably, earning an endearing smirk from Jacob. Endearing? Seriously? What the fuck was going on in her head? There must be something in the Black's water supply that was doing crazy things to her mind and causing all sorts of funny fuzzies to go on in her stomach. Some kind of poison perhaps.

"Anyway, the water stopped running for God knows what reason and so I found myself in need of a functioning shower," Leah stated matter-of-factly, proud with how non-psychotic that explanation made her look. I mean really, what else could a girl do? She just had to break in to the Black's house, search through their things, and use their shower not to mention Jake's razor. Right?

"And my shower was the only one you could get to?" Jacob smirked at her as he placed a hand on his hip and leveled her with a smirk that made her squirm.

"As a matter of fact, yes. You do live closest to me, Black. Besides, no one was home. I didn't think it would be a problem. I don't know why you're making such a big deal."

"Oh, you using my bathroom is not a problem, Lee," Jacob began as the grin spread wider across his face and his eyes glistened mischievously. "Or my razor," he added as he stole a quick glance at the razor Leah had placed atop the toilet.

"Umm..." Loss for words, much?

"Yeah," he laughed as he started walking toward her. Or stalking. She didn't know which she would say. The predatory look in his eyes was kind of giving her the shakes and making it hard to breath. Again, her stomach started doing flip flops and she cursed the laced water supply and whatever hallucinogenic drugs were inside of it. Her mind was totally unfocused and all she could think of was how hot Jacob Black looked as he made his way toward her with that look in his eyes. A look that made her want to strip off the fluffy towel and jump his bones- or one very specific one- right in the middle of the bathroom floor.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Leah scolded herself at her train of thought. Get the fuck out of here before you do something stupid!

Turning quickly on her toes, Leah took a step toward the door and her sanctuary before she slipped on the wet tiles and found herself hurtling backward.

Straight into Jacob Black's arms.

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