Things to do with Jacob while he's asleep
First of all: This is kind of an AU though it takes place in Eclipse (Chapter 14; page 323 in my edition). But let's say Jacob has just turned 18 – because we don't want Bella to get any trouble, right?
Then: This is Bella's POV. HER thoughts. Not mine. Don't blame me!
WARNING: This is for all the wolfgirls – and wolfguys ;) – out there! Leechlovers, cover your eyes!
Disclaimer: I told you. Not mine. The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
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He has been up all night. All the nights. Just to watch me, to make sure that I'm safe. Oh, Jacob, you don't have to protect me. Edward is doing that. His whole family is watching me. You cannot watch me, protect me all the time. You are only human, after all.
I smile to myself. He is finally resting, lying on the sofa next to me. I'm sure he will be quite embarrassed about that when he wakes up. But I won't wake him. Let him sleep. He looks so peaceful.
I can look at him without him knowing it. I can watch him. That's something that could never be possible with Edward. He can never sleep, never dream – of me; never wake up; I can never be the first thing he sees when he wakes up…
Oh, Jake, aren't you ever freezing? He wears just these cut-off jeans. Should I get a blanket? I guess he wouldn't need it. Besides, me getting up would only wake him and I don't want to disturb him. He looks so calm when he's sleeping. Nothing of the wildness, the restlessness is left in his face. You look so carefree, my Jacob. And you know you should be. You shouldn't worry so much – not about me at least.
I move a little bit closer. I don't know why. Perhaps his body's heat draws me towards him. It feels so comfortable, so normal to sit next to him, close to him.
My Jacob…
His hair is in disarray. Not carefully arranged, just naturally. And wild. Some parts are still quite short, others are longer, reaching his chin. I love it when he grows his hair. I love his long black glossy silky hair. My fingers want to run through it, grab it. It is so soft, so full. I want to touch it, play with it, burry my face in it and smell it. Breathe it.
A wisp of his hair has fallen across his eyes. I want to brush it away. His deep dark brown eyes are shut. He is dreaming. I can see his eyes moving beneath the eyelids. I wonder what he is dreaming of…
It must be something pleasant; his lips are relaxed, yet slightly forming a smile. Jake's smile. My sun. – However, it is only the hint of a smile on his lips.
His lips. His full, luscious lips. So soft. His lips on mine. My lips on his, tasting them, tasting him. My tongue exploring his mouth, gently. I know his mouth would react. His kiss would be passionate, rough, not restraining – if my lips would invite him. If my mouth opened just a bit, his tongue would rush in, passionately, fiercely, hungrily. If…
His cheekbones, his eyebrows, his nose, his chin; I could sit here and admire his beautiful face for hours. His features are beautiful, yet his face is not perfect, not like a statue's. It's alive. There is this aspect of life in his features. This warmth, this strength. Like I could almost see the blood running beneath his dark, russet skin. It's radiating life.
He looks so young when sleeping, and yet not. It's the face of a grown-up man. His skin is so soft. Yet I can see he needs shaving. It's a man's face.
I want to look closer at it. I don't want to look at it only. My hands are reaching out. My fingers are almost touching his face. I can feel the heat radiating from his beautiful skin. It draws me closer, closer…
What's that noise?
What the – JEEZ! Jake, you stupid dog! Stop snoring! You're so ruining the atmosphere!!!
I punch him in the shoulder, very hard, but to no use.
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A/N Okay. That's it. For now. Short and sweet. (I hope...) Next time it's getting HOT. I promise. – If you want more…