Act One

Jacob wrapped his arm tighter around Bella keeping her warm against the freezing winter temperature in the tent. It reminded him of holding her tightly onto a flailing motorcycle. She was too small, too inept and far too reckless to drive that thing, but still. It was hot. Motorcycles are hot.

He imagined it now. Riding behind her on a motorcycle, bumping along a rugged road with his hands on the throttle, wishing his hands and throttle were elsewhere, pressed up against her body. Bending towards her and placing warm lips against her neck.

"Oh, Jacob," she'd moan breathlessly. He would feel himself growing excited by the prospects, then look up into her face. His face, glistening in the sunlight, amber eyes staring back at him. What?

What? Thought Edward, unable to tune out Jacob's fantasy.

It's understandable that he would think about her like that, she was beautiful and he knew all to well how Jacob felt about Bella. But what was HIS face doing there? That was just plain weird.

Maybe he should just pretend that didn't happen.

Awkward.

I mean, Jacob knows I can hear him, thought Edward. Should I say something? Now he's looking at me like he thinks I should say something. Should I? No? No. Men don't talk of these things. What? Dammit, stop looking at me like that!

"Like what?" said Jacob.

"What?" said Edward.

"You said 'stop looking at me like that.' Like what?" asked Jacob.

"Nothing," said Edward listening to see if Seth was nearby, finishing a patrol round.

Crap! thought Jacob. I forgot about that. He heard me. Now focus. She's warm, and right next to me. Think of the way she ruffles her hands through my fur and smiles, caressing the side of my ear, unafraid of my wolf form. Imagining the way she would trickle kisses down my neck, further, further...

"Seriously, can you stop that!" said Edward, tersly.

"Stop what" said Jacob.

"Stop your inappropriate, weird and fucked up fantasy. There is a line."

"Well, it's no worse than what you want to do with her. Bloodsucker. At least with me she'll still be alive to enjoy it."

"I tolerate your presence with great effort right now because Bella needs you to survive this cold. But be careful Dog-Boy."

"Maybe she likes it doggy-style" Jacob whispered.

"That is something you will NEVER find out," Edward hissed.

Jacob wondered how far he could push Edward. He needed him here to keep her alive so maybe... One way to find out.

Jacob imagined Bella's kisses again, travelling lower.

"Stop it," said Edward.

Lower...

"I said stop it."

Lower...

"That's it. I'm sure Bella will survive the night now, kindly leave."

Lower...

"KINDLY leave."

Lower...

"I mean it Jacob. Control your thoughts or I WILL take you out."

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Lower...

Edward sprang to his feet and wrenched Jacobs arms away from Bella, leaving her fast asleep. He tried to restrain them, but Jacob's arms were too massive to bind. "Outside. Now." Muttered Edward through clenched teeth.

One more image passed through Jacob's mind. Sparkling lips trailing across his skin, amber eyes holding a promise of a dark night to come.

Edward found more strength and grabbed Jacob with one arm, fumbling with the tent zip with the other, then bodily threw Jacob into the snow.

"Outside, dog."

"You know you can still hear my thoughts from outside your shitty tent."

"I won't hear them if I tear your head from your abnormally broad chest. How old are you anyway, twelve?"

Lower...

Edward ran outside and lunged for his neck.

Jacob saw Edward running towards him with rage. Hot, hot rage. Jacob stepped quickly to the side, using Edward's momentum to push the sparkly freak facedown into the snow.

"Freeze, bloodsucker," he said as he kneeled down on top of Edward's back.

"Mmet mmmf mmm!" said Edward.

"What?" said Jacob, moving his knee slightly so Edward could talk.

"Get off me!" Edward repeated.

"Why don't you get off?"

"WHAT? And while we're at it, what is the deal with your fantasies? Were you picturing my face?"

"Oh, come on, why would I do that?"

"I don't know, maybe because I'm handsome and experienced. Plus I have what you want."

Jacob thought for a moment. "Have you really been watching my thoughts."

"Yes," Edward admitted. "They're hard to avoid."

"Even now? Are you watching them now?"

Edward listened to Jacob's mind, imagining Edward standing in front of him.

"Yes, I can see what you're thinking."

Jacob leaned closer, his mouth against his ear. "How about now?"
Edward saw them kiss, their clothes falling to the floor.

"Yes."

"And?" Jacob said, flipping Edward over to face him.

"Yes."

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