I can't believe it, but I've jumped onto the Twilight bandwagon -_- The prospect for writing fanfics again with this dynamic of characters was too much to resist. I started reading every Jacob/Bella story I could find, and decided there weren't just quite enough, so I decided to try my hand a little. Of course one of the most inspiring scenes is from Eclipse, the infamous tent scene.

I decided that scene should have gone a little bit differently as well... Enjoy!

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Survival One-Oh-One.

Bella POV

"N-n-n-o I-I'm f-f-f-ine," I insisted, my blue lips chattering over each excruciating, lying syllable. Jacob ignored my frosty lie, unzipping the sleeping bag and sidling inside of the nonexistent space. The drastic difference in temperature caused another shudder to quiver through my body and I was suddenly grateful for his decision. I was suddenly a frostbitten moth, clinging desperately to the enormous living flame that embraced me.

"Jeez, you're freezing, Bella," he complained.

"S-s-s-sorry," I stuttered.

"Just relax," he murmured, his warm hands splaying across my back, spreading a much needed heat through my body. "Of course, you'd warm up quicker if you took your clothes off."

Edward growled angrily.

"It's a simple fact... survival one-oh-one," Jacob stated smugly.

The thought was moderately appealing at the moment, for the simple fact that I was still freezing; the thought of being naked and sinking into a bathtub of steaming water made me sigh with longing. Instead, I decided to sink into the warmth that was Jacob, pressing every extremity to his warm body, sliding up the hem of his sweatpants with my feet to dig my toes into his calves. He hissed at the cold pricks, but kept his verbal complaining to a minimum.

"Just relax, honey," he repeated. "I'll have you nice and warm soon enough... so warm you'll be all hot and sweating by the time I'm done."

"That's really quite enough," Edward cut in sharply.

I felt Jacob's chest vibrate with his laughter. "Jealous are we? Jealous you can't ever do this for her?" he pressed a little relentlessly.

I decided to remain silent and let my eyes stay drifted shut; this seemed like a conversation I shouldn't get involved in.

To my surprise, Edward didn't reply. "Huhn, I thought so," Jacob murmured.

The shivers stopped racking through my body quite so violently, and his fingers were now rubbing small circular patterns against my lower back. It felt lovely, and I drifted calmly into a greater level of comfort. I pressed my lips subconsciously against his chest to return some warmth to them, and I felt him tense under the unintended kiss. I pressed forward a bit more so my frozen nose would receive the same comfort. I rubbed my face back and forth, like a child rubbing its snotty nose onto the sleeve of a coat. It felt so good to feel the warmth return to my face, but I had no idea how much warmth I was giving back to Jacob..

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Jacob POV

Fuck, I couldn't dream of a better situation, zipped up with Bella in a sleeping bag that forced us to be as close together as possible; nothing could make this situation better if it weren't for that bloodsucker staring at us in the corner. Without thinking, I placed a soft kiss to her hair, breathing in her sweet scent.

"If it weren't for the fact that you were keeping her warm right now, I swear I would tear you from that sleeping bag and rip you to shreds," the leech growled. "Don't touch her anymore than you have to."

"Sure, sure," I appeased in a mutter. Bella shifted in my arms, wiggling her body so that she could face away from me, her slowly warming back now absorbing the full brunt of my heat as she pressed it against my chest. I resettled my head on top of hers, greatly preferring this position as I got to truly hold her. Spooning, as it was called.

I chanced a quick glance at Edward, and my eyes locked briefly on his tightened-jaw grimace. "So jealous," I mused outloud. "So jealous at the fact that she might just choose me, the one who can make her warm and happy."

Edward smiled, though it was clearly forced. "Oh, little pup, how wrong you are. You may be able to provide her heat in this one instance, but I will be keeping her warm and happy in the place that it counts most: her heart."

He had me there, and I conceded to silence for the moment. "Whatever," I mumbled.

"Enjoy this moment, since there won't be any like it for you ever again," Edward mused, though it sounded to me more like a comforting reminder to himself.

Fuck it, he was right. This was realistically probably the last time I would hold my beautiful Bella like this ever again. I might as well enjoy it. I thought of her pretty face that was turned from me, and how much I wanted her to ask me to kiss her. In the confines of the bulky sleeping bag, I unfurled my hand and let it splay across her midriff. I closed my eyes and felt my heartbeat quicken slightly, excitement coursing through me as my fingers grazed across the hem of her shirt. Skin on skin contact really was a more efficient way of preserving and creating body heat, I reminded myself matter-of-factly. I grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled it up just slightly, just enough so I could graze a tentative finger across her bare stomach. I felt her tense slightly, and I couldn't tell if it was from the additional heat or if she was awake. I didn't care right now. I pushed my limits and splayed my entire hand across her midriff, rubbing as if she was a child with a tummy ache. She shivered, but I would have sworn on anything it had nothing to do with the temperature; I was almost positive she was awake.

I allowed my hand to slide up just a little further, and I could feel the swell of her breast just a breadth above my fingers. God, I wanted to touch her.. I wanted to give her that heat and warmth and wonder and make her scream my name all the while. I imagined her naked, I imagined her under me, lips parted, breath shallow and hot on my face, kissing trail after trail down her throat to her breasts... I imagined her on her knees, me straddling behind her, grabbing her ass and slamming into her as hard as I could while she gripped the bedsheets..

"Enough of that," Edward snarled angrily. My hand froze in its movement, my fingers barely skimming the curve of her bosom; surely he was going to attack me for discovering that I was 'touching' her. "Honestly, it's like you're shouting you fantasies at me," he continued in a grumble. "How typical for a dog to imagine having sex in that position," he muttered with disgust.

I froze with a muted excitement. He couldn't see what I was doing, not with the sleeping bag... he could only see what I was thinking. If I didn't think about what I was doing... if I focused on a fantasy about Bella, rather than what I was actually doing to Bella... I licked my lips with apprehension. Not out of fear of the bloodsucking leech in the corner, but out of exhilaration at the thought of exploring how far I could push my limits with this once-in-a-life-time opportunity...

To Be Continued!

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Let me know whatya think so far! It's been a while since I've written any fanfics; I'm hoping I haven't lost my touch :)