a/n Hello, all! I was so sorely tempted to set this in a town called Normal (there is a Normal, IL, where my alma mater is, a Normal, AL, and a Normalville, PA, but I decided it was way too cliché), but instead, we're doing Denver, as planned. Because I like snow and mountains. So there. Don't know much about Denver. Anybody reading this from Denver? PM me. I need a beta. I am a one woman show. Always have been. Kind of frustrating. Ah, well. On with the show!

If you've not read Breaking Point, that's okay. I'm trying to make this as user friendly as possibly. And it kind of sucked. Not my best. Ah, well. To make life easier, though, I will let you get away with not going back and reading it by saying that Alma, Seth's imprint, is Jasper's daughter (in my universe-o-fun). They just found out. Aaaaaaaaand... Away we go!

CHAPTER 1—SEX IN DENVER

Jacob Black sat in his favorite recliner looking out the bay window of his house while his wife unpacked, humming to herself.

His chair. His house. His wife.

He smiled.

Today marked the one week anniversary of their move to Denver, Colorado. It was Labor Day, and their new house had a perfect view of the fireworks some neighbor was setting off. They didn't have to leave their living room if they didn't want to. However, across the cul-du-sac Jacob could see Seth and Alma setting up lawn chairs, coolers, a fire pit, and a huge array of food ranging from Tex-Mex to potato chips.

Smiling again, Jacob recalled the events that had led to Seth and Alma joining them in Denver. It had been hard for Alma to leave her newfound family behind her in New Hampshire, but Jasper and Alice had promised to visit whenever Edward and Bella came to see Renesmee. She'd agreed, hugged Jasper goodbye, and headed off to Colorado, shuddering along the way as she thought of the snow and high elevation as opposed to her warm, Gulf side home in Texas.

A soft thump brought him back to the present and he glanced up as he heard Renesmee swear.

"You okay?"

"Fine!" she called down. "Just dropped a box. And... it ripped. Fuck!" she screamed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

A moment later she was clumping gracelessly down the stairs. She climbed straight into his lap, snuggling against his chest. She huffed angrily, and Jacob smiled as he buried his face in her hair. "Sorry, baby," he said, trying not to laugh.

"No, you're not," she muttered, but she buried herself deeper into his arms. "What time are we going to Seth and Alma's?"

"An hour or so," he said. "Why?"

"No reason." Her fingers toyed with the front of his shirt, tugging at the neck and playing with the hair on his chest. "Just curious." Her lips followed her hands and he groaned.

"Windows, baby," he reminded her softly, sliding his hands under her butt as she straddled him in his chair. "Kitchen?"

"We've already done the kitchen," she said kissing him, "and the bathroom," another kiss, "and the upstairs bedrooms," another one, this one a little lower, "and every room but the living room."

"We've done it a lot since we've been here," he mused, trying to seem unconcerned. "Still, baby, windows."

"Solution." She climbed out of his lap, and, grinning wickedly, moved across to the bay windows. She waved cheerfully at Alma and Seth, who waved back, eyebrows raised, then reached out to her sides and brought her hands quickly together. "Curtains."

She was on his lap again before he could blink. He stared at the red curtains that matched he couch. "When did you put those in?"

She laughed softly, her warm, fragrant breath rushing past his ear, her words making him shudder with anticipation. "After we fucked in every other room of the house but this one."

He moaned, his head falling back as she slid out of his lap and onto her knees between his legs. She was smiling coyly up at him, her brown eyes full of mischief as her fingers quickly undid his jeans and yanked them out from under him. She pulled his shirt off, leaving him in only his boxers, and stepped back. She reached up behind her head to let her curly hair fall around her shoulders. It cascaded down to her curved waist. She slowly, one button at a time, undid her shirt and even more slowly slid it down her arms. It hit the floor with a soft brush of cotton. There was nothing else under her shirt, and she smiled as she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them off. Nothing under there, either.

"Did you bother with anything this morning?" Jacob asked, staring at her bared skin as she stepped toward him.

"Yes." She knelt again and pulled his boxers down, tossing them over her shoulder and getting back to her feet. "Clothes."

He laughed and reached out. His hands fit to her sides, curving with her like they always did. He tugged her closer and she came willingly, her knees on either side of his hips in the big chair. He'd be lying if he didn't admit that this was exactly what he'd had in mind when he'd bought this chair. There was just enough room for her to straddle him, and he groaned when she reached down to recline the chair and shove him back.

Beautiful.

Pulling her down, he cradled her head with his hand, bringing her face down to his so he could kiss her. She moaned softly as she sank down onto him, rocking slowly on top of him.

It occurred to him, not for the first time since coming to Denver, that no one was going to come knocking on their door to make snide comments. There were no parents, no prying, bored relatives that never slept. Just them. And Seth and Alma across the street.

Just normal.

Normal sex was, so far, pretty amazing. Right now, Jacob was staring up at his wife in wonder thinking that she'd never been quite this unrestrained before. She was moaning, arching her back, as she bounced up and down on his lap. He watched as her breasts bounced along with her hips, her long hair brushing his bare thighs as her head tilted back.

"Lean back more, baby," he whispered, wondering how far back she could go with him still inside her.

She went back. She bent far enough back to grab his ankles as she moved over him. The sight of her, stretched out and bare, her body flushed with pleasure and exertion, turned him on almost as much as the fact that they were making love in their living room in their house. The house he'd bought for them with money he'd saved form working in a garage in New Hampshire for two years.

Gazing up, Jacob was amazed for what felt like the millionth time at what a sexual being Renesmee was. He'd watched her grow up, from a baby, to a toddler, to a little girl, young lady, teenager, and finally the woman she was now. At no point could he ever remember her being the type of woman to wear dark red fuck-me heals with a black garter belt and matching bra and panties to welcome him home, like she had the first night he'd come home after she'd moved into his house in New Hampshire. Somehow, when they were together, all shyness melted away leaving a deviant in its wake.

She was anything but shy with him today. Her moans were quickly turning into screams, her body moving faster and faster until he wondered how anyone, half vampire or not, could move so fast. Her head snapped up and her eyes opened, revealing dilated pupils surrounded by a band of brown. She was close.

Jacob lost control, flipping up the reclined chair so that she landed on her back on the living room floor, with him still inside her. She moaned, a long keening sound that signaled that she was almost done. He swung her legs up to rest on his shoulders and finished them off, pounding into her in a way that would have been painful to anyone else.

She was made for him, body and soul. Her body was built to handle everything from gentle love making to rough, up against the counter sex. Her soul complimented his when it needed to, and matched it in other ways. As he lay on the plush carpet of their house, he smiled.

Normal was fucking amazing.

Later, after a shower and more messing around, Jacob and Renesmee made their way across the street to Seth and Alma's little house. They weren't the only ones out, and several of the neighbors were peering over at the four newcomers with curiosity.

Renesmee handed the bowl of potato salad she'd made off to Seth, and he and Jacob quickly busied themselves firing up the grill.

"Look at them," she said, laughing as the guys began to argue over charcoal quality. "They're such men."

Alma laughed and held out a beer to Renesmee. "That's our guys," she laughed. "If it's got anything to do with food, they're on it faster than you can snap your fingers."

"You making fun of me?" Seth called over.

"No, baby, not a bit!" Alma snorted as she turned away from Seth and took another drink. "So y'all liking your new house?" She was smirking. "I like those new curtains you put in."

Renesmee felt her face heat up a little. "Thanks. They match the couch."

"Uh-huh." Nonchalantly, Alma nodded toward the Black house. "May wanna make sure you actually close them next time, though. Gave the neighbors quite the show." Her electric blue eyes twinkled merrily.

There was a clatter as Jacob dropped the lid of the grill. "What?"

"Oh, my God." Burying her face in her hands, Renesmee made her way to a lawn chair. "I can't believe this is happening to me."

"Oh, yeah, that lady two houses down?" Alma turned to Jacob. "She was out walking her dog, then she glanced over with a 'what-the-hell' look on her face and done took off down the street, walking faster than a barefoot baby on concrete!" By now, she was laughing through her words.

"Wait!" Seth had finished starting the grill and made his way over. "If you're talking about Jake and Ness and the chair show, I want to be involved, too! This is good normal shit we can write home about!"

"I'm not writing home to my parents and telling them that the new neighbors first impression of me was—"

"Your ass?"

Renesmee reached over to take a swat at Alma, but the blonde hopped easily out of the way, laughing. "Come on," she said, laughing, "there's nothing odd about seeing two people going at it like rabbits. It's just funny as hell knowing what your reaction's gonna be!"

"Alma, you are so lucky I love you and that your dad would beat the hell out of me if I killed you right now," Renesmee growled, putting her face back in her hands.

"Hell, he'd probably get a kick out of hearing about it." Alma looked thoughtful for a moment, then added, "I wonder if I ought to call him tonight after the show and tell him about the fireworks that were going off this afternoon."

"Alma!"

By now, Jake and Seth were both howling with laughter. Seth stopped suddenly and stood up straight, turning to Jacob to whisper, "There. That's the lady from two doors down." He snorted with laughter again and turned to find his beer.

"Oh, my God, this is not happening to me right now," Renesmee moaned again.

"Here she comes," Seth said quietly, the sound of restrained laughter plain in his voice. "Her and her husband and the dog."

"Hello!" A middle aged woman, maybe in her middle thirties, was walking over toward them, waving her hand and dragging her husband behind her. "You've got to be our new neighbors!"

"Yep, Jake and Seth known each other since they were little kids," Alma said, smiling as she held out a hand in greeting. Fortunately, it was a cool night and it was easy to attribute her warm hands to the blazing fire in the pit. "Had to get houses across from each other. I'm Alma, and this is Seth." She smiled charmingly as she introduced herself, and Renesmee had to work to refrain from glaring at her newest cousin.

"I'm Gwen Jones, and this is my husband, George," she said, dragging him closer. George nodded his head at Seth, smiling slightly as he shook Alma's hand.

There was an awkward moment of silence before Jacob stepped in. "I'm Jacob Black," he said, smiling as he shook George's hand, then Gwen's. She blushed as she shook his. "This is my wife, Renesmee."

"That's an interesting name," Gwen said, smiling at Renesmee and peering down at her. "Is it a family name?"

"Yes," she replied, standing up and smiling a strained smile. "It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Jones."

"Oh, Mrs. Jones makes me feel so old, please call me Gwen," she gushed. "Oh, I just feel like we're all going to be such good friends."

From where he had moved to the grill, Seth snickered. When Alma led the Joneses over to the beer and appetizers, insisting they stay for a bite to eat, Jacob threw his empty can at Seth.

Normal was... interesting.

a/n Yep, decided we're just going for the M rating from the beginning. More Jake and Nessie this time, I promise. Updates will come... sometime. I'm a busy girl. Must finish college, must finish college... Final stretch! December, here I come! Out of my way, bitches!

R/R, tell me what you think!