Renesmee sat on the sun-bleached log, letting her feet dig into the wet sand. She watched as the clouds enveloped the last of the sun and tried to think about anything besides her current predicament. That promised perfect, sunny day seemed to fall through as the thunder clapped in the far distance, across the beach. Her white sundress was soggy and dirty from sitting in the sand. She sensed a presence nearby; it was pulling her somehow. The wind was picking up and the thick, salty air filled her nostrils before a woodsy, musky scent wafted toward her. Dog.

"I thought you'd be out all night," she called without turning around. She let a smile creep to her lips at the relief of his presence. It was like magnetism, gravity; her body rejoiced as he came up behind her.

"Ah, they let me off," Jacob said, letting a hand slide across the bare skin of her shoulder before sitting down. "Happy Birthday, Ness." He wrapped a warm arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. His head snapped back; a vision invaded his mind. Just a quick flash, but it was enough. A flash of skin on skin, pale on russet. A blissful gasp rang in his ears. More shocked than amused, a short laugh escaped him. "What was that?"

She was out of his grip before he finished the question, skidding across the sand with inhuman speed. Her cheeks were a soft pink, but Jacob could tell she was embarrassed by the way she kept her eyes on the sand and the way she kept clenching and unclenching her fists nervously. The heavy, copper tendrils hung around her face, hiding it. "Sorry," she muttered. "I didn't…mean for you to see that."

Jacob cocked his head to the side. "Is that why you've been here? Hiding from your father?"

"I am not hiding," she said indignantly. Jacob's thick eyebrows rose. "I'm not," she lied. She brushed off her dress for something to do.

"You're hiding," he conceded, and heaved himself from the log. "And for good reason." He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed the back of her neck. No new visions came, but the old one lingered. He had imagined it for a long time, but seeing it this way was what he had been waiting for. For her to want it just as bad.

There was a long stretch of silence before they spoke again. "Do you feel that?" Renesmee asked suddenly, running her hands down the arms wrapped around her and looking out into the gray water.

"Feel what?"

"That pull. That irresistible pull. Is that the imprint or just…" She couldn't finish the sentence. She was afraid of the answer.

But Jacob knew what she meant. "Both," he whispered, and kissed her ear. "It's both." He hid his face in her long hair as he spread his fingers wide across her stomach and rubbed gently, as if she had belly ache. They both heard her heart accelerate.

Her hand found his broad shoulder. She gripped it tightly. Make love to me. An echo of the words reverberated off the walls of his mind and soon he was kissing her with a force that took her breath away. And then he was gone.

Renesmee's eyes snapped open to a large blur swirling in front of her. Jacob changed and a giant wolf stood before her. Even in wolf-form, Renesmee could see a new hunger in Jacob's eyes. He nodded behind him, signaling to get on his back. Renesmee just rolled her eyes and darted past him, creating a blur of white and flinging sand onto him. Jacob let out a playful growl and took off to catch up with her.