This is my first time on FanFiction, so please be kind! This will be a Jacob/OC one-shot, or series of one-shots. I haven't quite decided yet, but who knows it might even turn into a full blown story.
So this is kind of a cross-over between Twilight and Kresley Cole's Immortals After Dark Series. I doubt the characters will meet, and they definitely won't in this chapter/one-shot, but I just wanted to get that out there since some of the ideas were taken from IAD. For example, my OC and her origins. She'll basically be the bridge between the two worlds here.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Jacob, or the Immortals After Dark, just my OC.
She watched him, golden eyes riveted to his every move.
Born and raised among the Lore, yet, for some reason, she found she couldn't look away. His swift movements mesmerized her. How could someone so big and bulky move so gracefully?
Granted, it wasn't anything she hadn't seen a million times before. She had spent all her life surrounded by giant males with the grace of an antelope, or more specifically, a wolf. His graceful movements shouldn't have been anything new or surprising. She knew what he was after all, his grace should have come as a given.
But it was HIM, and as the thick muscles in his arms and back rippled, she barely stopped herself from drooling. Or swooning. She's not quite sure which would be – wait, … was he… smirking? He was! He knew she was watching him! His plump lips had curved up at one corner in that devilish smirk that made him even more attractive, if that was even possible.
If Dally had been anyone else she would have been so red she could have put a tomato to shame, but she was Dallas MacRieve and red was so not her color. So instead, with slightly pink not red cheeks, she leaned back in her chair and brought her glass of lemonade to her lips, but not before tossing him a devious smile as their eyes met.
It was a very rare, very sunny day in La Push and the boys were taking advantage of the weather to fix Emily and Sam's leaky roof. Of course, this only meant a shirtless Jacob with tools. So hot. And if he was going to insist on putting on a show, why shouldn't she enjoy it? It was the polite thing to do after all, and Dally had been raised to be polite. Besides, as his mate and imprint, it was like, her job to ogle him. Not only that, but it was her right as his girlfriend.
At least that's what she told herself as his muscles rippled and she was effectively distracted by him. Him… and those broad shoulders… strong back… beautiful… large… biceps…..and those abs! Oh God, those abs….. they made her want to toss nickels just to watch them bounce off those hard ridges. It was moments like these that made her thankful to Fate, the Heavens, and whoever else had worked to give her the male masterpiece that was Jacob Black. Now don't get her wrong, Dally was not a shallow girl. But she did appreciate art, and Jacob Black was art. Art that was…flexing?
Ah, Gods help her, she was drooling… again…