A/N: Hello! It's been a while, no? Well, if you're still following me, then I hope you enjoy this little bit of insanity. Thank you much to betas Starshinedown and Sheynondoah.

Aftermath

Chapter 1

~*~JPOV~*~

"Oh god," I groaned, turning my head to the side. My face was suddenly in a pile of hair and I turned my head the other way to get out of it, groaning again. My head hurt. My back hurt. My fingers stung like hell.

There was another groan beside me. Softer, feminine. I cracked an eyelid and curiously peeked over at my side where the mound of hair had been. At first, all I could see was hair. Dark reddish-brown hair that strangely reminded me of October. I focused and sat up on my elbows to see more clearly. The hair beside me belonged to a woman and she was laying on her stomach beside me only half covered by the blanket. Her top half was bare like mine, showing me a perfectly sculpted back with smooth skin. A brief flash of a memory of touching soft skin hit me. I realized then that I was naked. That probably meant she was too.

I blinked a few times to orient myself. I was in my bedroom, but hell if I knew how I'd gotten there or who this girl was. She groaned again and turned her head into her hair, shifting her body a little. As she moved, the sheet moved down her hips a little more, exposing a fresh tattoo on her left hip. I furrowed my brow and sat up to get a better look. It was surprising and a little more than arousing to see the words 'wolf girl' tattooed on her hip in small, delicate print. I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts and regretted it the second the room started spinning.

I flopped back down on the bed, making her bounce a little next to me. She groaned and lifted her head, her face shrouded in hair. She pushed her hair back and groaned again. I smiled; whoever this girl was, she was beautiful with a flawless pale complexion and pink lips. Her eyes were closed, but looked like they'd be wide. I was a sucker for wide eyes. She didn't open her eyes, and I wasn't sure if I was disappointed or not. She mumbled something I couldn't make out and turned on her side away from me, pulling the sheet up around her shoulders. I decided she could sleep in and sat up again to swing my legs over the side of the bed.

I got up and steadied myself as I swayed, my head swimming. I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on, hissing when the fabric brushed over my fingers. I held up my hands and furrowed my brow. I didn't remember having a tattoo on my fingers. There was a letter on each finger to spell out 'wolf' on one hand and 'pack' on the other. I groaned. The guys and I must've gotten more wasted than I thought. I sucked in a yawn and swayed again before picking up the mysterious woman's clothing and putting them up on the bed for her. She whimpered and flopped onto her back, the sheet uncovering her arm and part of her leg. I turned away before my other brain could convince me to touch her while she was sleeping. Probably not much worse than touching her while she was drunk, but I wasn't about to do it anyway.

I walked out to the living room to find Quil sprawled over the couch with Claire passed out on top of him. Embry was on the floor with his head lying on Stacie's stomach. She was just as passed out as the rest of them. It wasn't unusual to have people passed out in my living room after a party; I'd rather they stayed here than try to drive home anyway. Jared's wife, Kim, was pregnant and didn't drink, so I assumed she'd taken her husband home along with Paul and his wife (also my sister) Rachel.

I swayed again and stumbled my way into the kitchen to make coffee and try to remember more of the night before. I remembered the barbecue and the beer, but things started getting fuzzy after making old man jokes about Sam when he and his wife Emily left after only a few drinks.

When the coffee was ready, I poured myself a cup and winced when my fingers curled around the handle. I smirked to myself; you know it was a good party when you wake up with a tattoo.

I took a drink and sighed; I couldn't even remember when Embry and Stacie showed up, although I did remember that Stacie was bringing a friend. Was the girl in my bed her friend?

I figured I should probably wake her up and see if she needed to be anywhere today. But truthfully, I was scared to wake her up. She was naked in my bed which probably meant we'd had sex. I didn't remember it, but what if she did and wanted something I couldn't give her? I groaned and finished my coffee, put my cup down, and walked down the hall back to my room.

~*~NPOV~*~

The pounding in my head was almost welcome next to the searing pain in my back and hip. Specifically my left hip. I rolled over again to try to get comfortable but the bed was lumpy and I was hot. I kicked the blankets off of me and a wave of cool air rushed over me. It felt good, but suddenly I was too exposed. The air hit me in places I didn't know were uncovered. I groaned when I realized I was naked. I squeezed my eyes shut and finally looked up, opening my eyes slowly.

As I looked around the unfamiliar room, the night before started seeping back into my memory. I remembered going with my friend Stacie to a party held by one of her boyfriend's friends on the Quileute reservation. My sister Bella had told me not to go, but she had issues with them because her boyfriend Edward had issues. I had rolled my eyes at her and gone with Stacie anyway.

One thing I had always envied about Stacie was her boyfriend. He was tall, dark, strong, sexy… all the things a man should be. Embry was only one of eight tall, hot guys at the party, though, so I couldn't be too upset. Even better was that a few of them were single. The party had been in full swing when Stacie and I got there and almost everybody was either already drunk or on their way. I remember throwing caution to the wind and flirting like hell with every unattached male there. They all seemed interested, but once I met Jacob I knew he was the one I wanted. He was everything I had envied about Embry: tall, dark with russet skin and short black hair, strong and sexy. His lopsided smile made him seem friendly and carefree while his intense dark eyes contradicted, making him seem mysterious and dangerous. He was taller than the rest, I guessed about six and a half feet, and had already lost his shirt.

I'd never been much of a beer drinker, but I decided to go with the flow last night and see where it took me. I managed to suck down two beers before Jacob brought out some harder liquor. The whiskey burned my throat and the rum tasted worse than stale alka-seltzer. The vodka, however, I liked. A lot.

Jacob was a whiskey guy. He drank almost as much whiskey as I drank vodka. After the first few drinks, my inhibitions were already starting to go. The guys started a fire and as some danced around it, daring others to jump through or over it, I snuggled myself up to Jacob and drank straight from the vodka bottle. He held me close to his bare chest as he drank his whiskey and laughed with the other partygoers. As I looked out around the fire, I noticed Stacie getting hot and bothered by Embry who had his tongue halfway down her throat and his hand down her pants. I looked up at Jacob and wondered what he would think of me if I kissed him. My rational thinking was gone and when he looked down at me I grabbed his hair and pulled him down to me, planting my lips on his. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, he grabbed me just as tightly and shoved his tongue in my mouth.

The drinking didn't stop there. When my bottle of vodka was gone, I shared Jacob's whiskey with him. It didn't burn as bad now that I was sufficiently numb.

It was around midnight or so when someone decided to bring out the tattoo equipment. Paul, one of Jacob's friends, was a tattoo artist and knew what he was doing even when he was plastered. Someone had the bright idea of calling the group a wolf pack and they all branded themselves with the name. Stacie and I, along with two other girlfriends that I'd met but had forgotten their names, decided that if they were a wolf pack, we were their wolf girls. They each got a tattoo somewhere and I decided what the hell; I got one on my hip.

Jacob held my hand as I got the tattoo, not even wincing when I squeezed his bleeding fingers where he had gotten his. Once it was done we drank and danced and partied some more. Jacob and I made out more and it was after two in the morning when I decided I wasn't going to wait any longer. The alcohol mixed with my hormones made me want him like I'd never wanted anything before in my life. I all but dragged him into the house and he took over, throwing me over his shoulder to take me to his room.

I shook my head and groaned again as I sat up on Jacob's bed. My clothes were on the bed next to me where he had probably slept. My head swam as I slowly and carefully pulled everything on, trying to avoid the stinging in my hip where the tattoo was.

I sat down on the bed with my head in my hands, just trying to make the throbbing go away. I'd never had a hangover this bad before. I took a deep breath and thought about standing up to find my way back home, but before I could even try my stomach churned. I looked up and found the bathroom, stumbling my way there before I threw up. Thankfully I made it.

After the first few heaves I laid my head on the rim of the toilet; the coolness felt good on my skin.

I heard footsteps but somehow it didn't match up in my brain that someone was there until the door swung open wider and someone spoke.

"You okay?" Jacob asked, standing there in just the surfer shorts he'd been in last night. I groaned; this was not how I wanted to see him this morning. He chuckled a little and sat down on the edge of the bath to gather my hair up. "That good, huh?"

I sat up and wiped my face with my arm before looking up at him. He was somehow even better looking now without the haze of alcohol. I groaned again.

"We have coffee; would you like some? It helps."

"Sure."

He helped me stand up and I rinsed my mouth out before following him out to the living room. I held onto his arm, thankful that he was steadier than I was. He still swayed a bit, but it was nothing like my stumbling over my own feet. As we walked, I found myself admiring him the way I'd done last night. His skin was smooth and the color of caramel. I thought about licking him to see if he tasted like it, but I managed to keep myself in line. For all the restraint I had, I couldn't stop myself from feeling his bicep. I could see why Edward was cautious when it came to these guys; they were buff in the extreme. He smirked at me as we reached the kitchen.

Jacob poured some coffee for me and lifted me up on the counter so I could sit. He sat next to me, his hands clasped together between his knees as he leaned forward on his elbows. He just sat there, staring down, and I wondered briefly if he felt obligated to be in here with me. The thought made it a little difficult to swallow the hot coffee; I didn't want Jacob to regret being with me. I sure as hell didn't regret being with him.

"I, um…" he started before clearing his throat and looking up at me. He just looked at me for a minute before shaking his head and looking back down. My stomach dropped and I tried hard to keep from crying. What else could I have expected? I all but attacked him when he was drunk; possibly drunker than I was. He cleared his throat again and sighed.

"I really hate to admit this, but I don't remember anything that happened last night. I don't even know your name." He shook his head again and looked up at me apologetically.

Somehow his lack of memory sat better with me than the thought of him regretting it. I smiled a little and took another sip of coffee.

"It's okay. You probably drank more than I did. My name's Renesmee Dwyer."

He nodded and sighed again. "I'm sorry."

I shrugged. "Don't be. I'm the one that came on to you."

He sat up a little and stared down at me. "You remember what happened?"

I nodded and said, "Yeah, I do. I remember it remarkably well for how much I drank, actually."

He smiled a little and bent back down to rest his elbows on his knees. "Was I at least somewhat nice to you?"

I smiled involuntarily, remembering the positions we'd found ourselves in. "You were very nice to me."

He chuckled. "From the look on your face, it must have been a good night. I wish I could remember it." He shook his head again and hopped down from the counter.

There was a part of me that wanted to keep the memories of last night to myself. I wanted to cherish the things he said to me as he touched me gently and the way he seemed to lose any sense of being gentle as he lost himself in me. I'd never felt more cared for or desired as I did last night. I closed my eyes and reminded myself that we'd both been drunk and he probably wasn't like that all the time. Hell, my memory could have been skewed from the alcohol. Even so, it didn't take away from the euphoria of being desired.

I finished my coffee and he took the cup from me. "Feel any better?" he asked as he helped me down.

"A little. I'm not used to drinking so much." I swayed a little and he held onto me.

"Today's Saturday. I think. You need to be anywhere?" He kept hold of me as we walked back to the living room.

"No, today's my day off. It's why I came to the party with Stacie; she said I needed to let loose so I did." I shrugged and he chuckled.

"I'd say so."

He kicked Quil's foot as we passed him and the other man stirred, almost dropping the girl that was on him onto the floor. Jacob chuckled and Quil smacked his leg. I smiled and Jacob sat down on the unoccupied couch, pulling me onto his lap.

"This okay?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around me.

I smiled and nodded. "Yes." I was thrilled that he obviously wanted to be near me. I rested against him, my head on his shoulder. Quil didn't have much trouble going back to sleep after he resituated himself and his girl on the couch. Stacie and Embry were still gone, lying together on a makeshift bed on the floor.

"So tell me what happened last night?" he said, rubbing my arm. "I mean, before whatever happened, happened. I sort of remember getting the beer out, but pretty much everything after that is a blank."

I smiled and couldn't stop myself from touching his chest. His skin was smooth and he had only a few hairs spread out over his strong chest. I told him what I remembered of the night, including my flirting with him and kissing him. He laughed when I told him about the tattoos. I hid my face in his chest, embarrassed when I told him about how I'd all but dragged him into the house. I didn't want to tell him about the sex; I'd literally lost any sense of modesty or discretion and we both found ourselves in some very creative positions. Those positions were the cause of my backache. In some way, it made me happy that he didn't remember how wild I'd been.

"I guess now would probably be a good time to tell you that I'm not like that usually. I don't think I've ever been so drunk in my life, but I'm not a slut like that." I prayed he didn't think of me like that.

He smiled and hugged me a little tighter. "Don't worry; I'm not the type to just take a girl and forget about her. I'd like to at least get to know you and hopefully we can be friends. Or maybe more."

I knew he couldn't know how badly I did want to get to know him and have a chance at being more than friends. Somehow when I was with him – granted I was drunk through most of it – I felt happier than I'd felt in a long time. He just made me happy. I smiled up at him.

"I'd like that."

A/N: So there you have it... chapter one. Feel free to drop a review and let me know what you think of it... Or you can follow me on twitter - twitter(dot)com/SheeWolf85