Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Here In My Room
'If the world would fall apart, in a fiction worthy wind. I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here.'
No one can know of this.
Not yet at least, it's just too soon.
I can see the accusations in their eyes as we walk through the door- hair partially disheveled and cheeks bright with my excited blood. And Jacob with a sly sort of smile toying with the edges of his lips, like a picture of a wolf in sheep's clothing.
I knew the consequences of such, had been told them day after day when I had found out about our imprint. But it just wasn't realistic to think they could keep me away from him this way, it was ludicrous to even think about.
He would wait until mid-morning, my half-lidded eyes still heavy with sleep, my parents gone to the glass house for the day. I would be alone, and he would know it, would keep me anxious with anticipation.
Walking through the door, I could hear him, padding through the hall and into my room, closing the door softly behind him. The bed would dip, and his warm body would press against mine, lips against my ear as he whispered his good morning.
I would moan with sleeplessness, nuzzling my face into the pillow until his hand would catch my thigh, drifting higher and higher…
My breath would catch and he would laugh, a deep rumble against my back as his fingers caressed and dipped. My body causing the whole bed to shake with the force of it all, the pleasure of it.
Suddenly he would be there, settling his body against mine as hips met with eyes. My very life caught in the heat of him, trapped between us both in a battle of bodies. Legs curled, hands grasped and creamy skin sought out coppery flesh.
With a growl of my name, and a moan on my lips, we climaxed.
I'd always heard that love was a verb.
It wasn't until Jacob that I truly believed it.
Author's Note: I'm making myself write because I haven't in so damn long. Two weeks is long enough, I get depressed when I don't write anything. So I'm sitting here making myself. Hopefully more will come to me. This was inspired by Here In My Room by Incubus. Wonderfulness. Really. Reviews are love. -Delta