Who's The absolute Cuddler? Likes basking in the afterglow?
Morning 2: Jared's Curiosity
As the sunlight brushed the tips of the moss green La Push trees, one would think everybody on the small reservation (who lived relatively normal lives) would still be sleeping; dreaming away in their nice warm beds, next to the person or people they loved.
That was the problem though; Leah wasn't lucky enough to have a relatively normal life.
As if the night before hadn't been weird enough (sex and alphas and tears, oh my!), Leah found the new... Old, familiarity with Sam's pack quite estranged. Nothing had really changed, per se, but she was used to actually being recognized.. Paid attention to, in Jacob's smaller army.
More then ever after she fucked him last night.
And now as the girl laid upon the grass of the small meadow the pack normally frequented for meetings and phasing, it was a harsh dose of future reality. As if the boys could already sense the awkwardness of the situation before she'd arrived, not a soul had spoken to her. Embry gave her a small smile.. Jared patted her shoulder when she came and Seth sat beside her as he usually did but there were no words directly addressed to her.
She got a mention or two in Sam's epic 'welcome back, allies' speech but he was careful sure not to meet her eyes. For awhile, Leah was wondering if Jacob had spilled the beans about their encounter the night before while Leah was still on her way to the clearing. But then she'd remembered everything you told these boys (or, shown) got passed around quicker than a peace pipe at a hippie rally.
And she would never have heard the end of it. But luckily that didn't seem to be the case; no one gave her any troubled glances or suspicious looks, and generally all the guys seemed to be in a pretty good mood. Jacob wasn't even making it awkward; he ruffled her hair once or twice just because he could (got himself punched in the leg) and was by no means looking like the type of guy to let any mean comment meant for her slide.
"I'm really glad that you guys are back.. Feels good to be all together again." Quil grinned at the gang around him, everyone seated on logs much like the beach except for Leah, who opted to lay on her stomach and pick at the blades of grass instead.
"I know! I missed you guys!" Such cheeriness could only come from Seth.
Jared chuckled and clapped Leah's little brother on the back, earning a wide grin from the little guy. Briefly she considered it odd how she still thought of Seth as her little man sometimes.. Kid was a hell of a lot bigger than her now thanks to wolfing out.
Leah passed her eyes around the clearing. Embry and Paul had also sat down near her brother with Jared and the four had commenced a conversation that was truly the meaning of old friends reunited.
('Hey do you remember when-')
('Wasn't it cool how we-')
Quil was on his cell phone, curiously enough. Only one person that could be.
Jacob was standing up with Sam a few meters away, obviously knee-deep in alpha discussions. As Sam's eyes flicked over to her, Leah found herself averting her gaze with record fast time. She could guess where the talking had ventured.
('So... How much trouble did she give you?' 'Alot... Trust me.' There'd be a sigh. 'Typical Leah.')
Leah found his eyes to linger for almost a minute...; then they were gone. It still made her shiver. With a sigh she eyed the glowing numbers on the back of Quil's cellphone.
It was almost nine AM; Sam never made these things last too long and they'd already been hunkered down for an hour passing around info and brand new patrol schedules, so it was a safe bet that she could blow out of there soon.
"So Jared dude, how's Kim? And Emily?"
And that was her cue to go.
"She's okay... We sorta-"
"Hey Sam are we done here?" Leah looked up, interrupting Jared mid-sentence and Sam sighed. There it was. He gave her a nod.
"You can go... Nice to have you home Lee L-... Leah."
Smart motherfucker he just saved himself a broken jaw. (Pain she felt inside at those words probably equalled that and more.)
Leah refued to grumble and stood up, walking out of the clearing while fighting the urge to stomp. The first words had to come from him, didn't they? Always. Yeah... Nothing had changed. Everything was now the same as it had always been.
Welcome home, Leah...
"Hey! Leah wait up!"
Raising an eyebrow, the only female shapeshifter turned on her heel. She knew the voice before she saw the face of course since there was practically nothing she didn't know about those boys, but either which way Jared running to catch up with her was something that didn't tend to happen every day.
Never the less, Leah slowed her walk through the damp grass and gave the tanned native american time to level his pace with her.
"Yeah...?" Leah was a little surprised at how unsure her words came out. It's not like she was threatened by Jared... Maybe a little confused about his sudden wanton to walk with her but not frightened at all.
Then again; last time Jared had wanted to talk to her he'd launched into why she should cover his patrol for the next night; and she was so not doing it this time.
"How yah doin'?" Jared gave her a wide smile, so typical of his usual joking nature. Sometimes, like a Jacob/Seth effect, it was hard not to at least send a weak one his way in return.
"As good as I can be, I guess..." Leah muttered, lips quirking for Jared's sake. He nodded at her answer, since it wasn't like he expected anything different; Leah had made one major change in her personality over the years and one only.
No one thought it would change anymore.
"Glad to be back?"
'What the hell do you think?' Leah fought to keep her face from forming into a scowl; there goes smiley.
"Yeah... Ecstatic." She kept her voice dull, bored; that was better than biting Jared's head off, right? Or crying, like she had in front of Jake... Hell anything was better than that.
Jared's eyes creased sympathetically. Inside his head, he could already premeditate the answers to the rest of his questions and thought too, that maybe showing the broken-hearted girl some sympathy was a lot better than rolling his eyes and saying 'get the fuck over it'.
"I know it's gotta be hard, Leah... I mean when I came to see you guys when you were with the Cullens, and I asked you to come back I knew you were happier over there then you were here... But sometimes I think maybe it's just gonna take awhile, like Lee, you grew up here and all your friends are here... It's where you belong."
Leah swallowed roughly. Sam probably sent Jared again, sent his sentry to see if his ex was actually as bitter as she came off in the meadow and still a bitch like she was before.
Leah did not need to hear this shit again... It wouldn't change anything.
"Sure... Whatever Jared." She huffed out a quiet sigh. God, she was even getting tired of trying to defend herself.
That was new. 'So is fucking Jacob, Leah,' her thoughts wailed, 'Maybe you should get prepared for the odd and the surprising.'
At least Jared was talking to her... Yeah, at least she had someone to talk to.
"Look I'm not try'na rub you the wrong way here Leah... I miss havin' you in my head I guess, I'm glad you're home."
The sincerity in those words nearly stopped Leah in her tracks.
Jesus, surprises was right.
"...Really?" Leah turned her head towards him, half-embarassed she'd actually asked him if he was lying to her and half on the blush because well, it was a nice thing to hear.
"Yeah," He answered, giving her another smile. "As for all the shit we've been through, I guess we've been through a lot of good things together too. I mean before we phased we were even really good friends..." It almost seemed like Jared had to dare himself to stretch the word.
"Yeah, you're right I guess..." Leah returned her eyes to the morning sun now high in the sky, and sighed. It was gonna be a hot day; lots of heat, which was unusual for La Push and just as useless for a one hundred and nine-degree shapeshifter. But it didn't take long for her thoughts to drift. Once 'heat' had made it's way through Leah's mindset, she found herself thinking of... Thinking of Jacob's.
His hot chest... Eight-pack abs, million-dollar smile and holy fuck, the feeling of his cock in her tight ass-
Jared twitched his nose. There was... A hint of something, in the air. A pleasant aroma with a hint of spice and Jared knew the smell... He just wondered what had brought it on so suddenly. It was Leah's arousal... The wetness developing between her tanned thighs. All of the guys had picked up on it before obviously but no one was gonna shove it into her face that they could smell her that way, besides; Leah could probably smell every single bead of precome they'd dared create too and she never flaunted the ability. (It also gave Jared something to focus on that had nothing to do with the most recent Imprint blowout...)
So... Was Leah hot for him?
Jared's dick twitched at the thought. It wasn't like there was some other half naked guy out here that she was currently oggling and Leah, as far as he knew, had no boyfriend or sexual encounters to really get her off about.
...Right?
"Hey Leah? ...Shoot me for asking this, buttttt are you seein' anybody now?"
Leah's eyes returned to his once again, finely groomed eyebrow raised.
"No... You know that. ...Why?"
Ah; so there wasn't somebody new in the picture. It almost made him sad...
"Oh... No reason really, just askin'." Jared idly kicked at a small stone. He'd wondered why before but now he pondered just why, once again. Why hadn't Leah found somebody new? The female wolf was certainly hot enough, that was for sure and she had a personality; no one could take that from her with an iron crowbar.
Leah's head tilted to the side in silent wonderment. Jared actually sounded sincere... It was a nice change from the usual cold shoulder she received from the guys and Leah found herself thinking that maybe indeed her packmate had missed her. Jared's voice held nothing but real concern and curiosity for her lovelife. (Lack there-of.)
In the minuscule moment before she wished she hadn't bothered, Leah thought of Jared's imprint sitting at home. Kim. How were things with her? But of course; it couldn't be like it was bad; imprint relationships couldn't be bad, there was no change in feelings, no emotional growth or loss. No change period.
With a soft sigh, Leah's eyes roamed down over the expanse of Jared's hot chest. Though not as impressive as Jacob's, he was still more than something to look at and could easily meet the heartthrob standards of any girl he'd chosen to woo. (Once again: Imprinting sucks, so much for his free will.)
Jared inhaled again.
The soft hint of Leah's arousal spiked just a tad, making the smell more pronounced amonst the earthy, dewy moisture of their outside surroundings.
His cock twitched again.
"You know Leah... You're gonna make some guy really really happy someday." 'Take a deep breath; move fast, and hope she doesn't kick you in the balls.'
Jared looped his large arm over her shoulders as they kept walking, practically in semblence to two very very close friends (both considered eachother nothing of the sort). Her hair was a soft brush against his copper skin, and maybe he reveled an extra bit as he felt her shiver.
But then he felt her shrug; 'arm off, please.'
Was it a direct 'No'?
Not to Jared.
Okay so; the second stunt he was planning was a little more risque, and had a fifty-percent chance more likely then the arm-around-the-shoulders gig to cause him a knee to his boys.
But it was also a lot more satisfying for the time being while it lasted.
The arm he'd slid over Leah's smooth shoulders flowed gently down her arm... And Jared settled his massive hand into the tight back pocket of Leah's jean shorts.
A shiver ricocheted up Leah's spine.
This couldn't possibly have been happening. No friggen way. Two choice sexual encounters with two packmates, in two days? Jesus had she won the Sex Lottery and gotten failure of notification or something?
Jared's large palm wasn't a firm press against her ass; but it had settled quite comfortably in the denim shorts pocket and Leah wondered what had given her old packmate such a rush of confidence. Was he so sure she wasn't going to turn on her heel in three seconds and punch him so hard in the stomach his kidneys flew to his brain...? It was odd; to say the least.
But enticing all the same.
Jared's hand seemed to squeeze the right cheek of her ass just the slightest bit, and he slowed his walking to a stop. As he predicted, Leah stopped too out of common courtesy. The tall man licked his lips as Leah tilted her head up to meet his warm brown eyes.
Now or never...
Jared felt his stomach churn just the slightest bit in anxiety as he dipped his head down (smelt her arousal spike again, delicious) and took that as his cue to keep going. Soon his lips were the barest brush away from touching her own soft plump ones.
Meanwhile Leah's heart was flipflopping; in a very similar motion as it had been the night before. He had an imprint, Jared had Kim-
"Jared," Leah breathed out, seeing him raise his eyebrow and effective in stopping his approach. "...How's Kim?"
...She would, ask that wouldn't she? Jared stifled the groan he wanted to release and pursed his lips; raised his head again. He didn't want to think about her... Not again, not yet...
"She's okay, I guess... Same as always. We had a little fight last night."
So that explained everything.
Jared and Kim have a fight and the fucker comes running to her, because he thinks she's an easy lay. Nice. Leah didn't want to be used... She was so tired of always being the goddamned second choice and her hand placed itself on his chest to shove him away.
But not before another little thought crept into her sex-themed brain.
Kim's staggering glares. Her annoying, 'I'm better than you because I have a man who still loves me' glances, the plain and stupid features of her boring face... Oh and then there was the fact that the bitch was too damn stupid to recognize the fact that Jared would have never even given the girl the time of day if he hadn't phased. Hell Kim had been in Jared's math class for an entire year and they had never traded ten words! But thank fuck for phasing and imprinting, right?... And then there was the fact that she had what Leah would never have again.
'Fuck it.'
The hand on Jared's chest moved up into his hair, tugged the man's head back down and Leah pressed her lips to his in an aggressive, hungry kiss.
('Take that, Kimberly!')
Hey; maybe Leah could get a kick out of re-entering the pack after all. Sure it was a longshot, but if Jake and Jared had dared to press the fine line of imprinting (and Jared was pressing; Leah could tell by the clenching of the palm on her ass, his lips grinding upon her own), maybe, just maybe, the other men of the pack had had similar thoughts before...?
Not only that, but even Jared's demure interest brought on by a fight with Kim was a good sign in Leah's opinion. Being a 'rebound' sucked; knowing she was tearing some of those fine strings that held the boys to the earth, rocked.
She was getting them back... Her boys, they were coming back...!
Jared's chest rumbled, a delicious sound that escaped through his lips moments later aginst Leah's own and then his arms had locked around her. The dark-skinned man laid Leah out gently on the grass of the sunny knoll.
As the dewy strands of green brushed against her shoulders, Leah shivered from the cool sensation. The duo were pretty far out on the trail, and by instinct alone they could guess that the rest of their comrades hadn't left the clearing yet to start with so Jared, and actually Leah as well were fairly sure they wouldn't be interrupted. (Yeah because getting caught fucking Leah, in front of Seth or Sam or maybe even Jake, was not going to end well.)
And frankly, with her small body writhing underneath his as he slid his hand under the fabric of her shorts and rested his palm on her heat, Jared didn't want this to end at all.
He needed a break from Kim... Just for awhile. And the infertile horny she-wolf was the perfect solution.
Leah let out a soft sigh as Jared's coarse hand pulled her panties to the side, stroking a finger up and down her slit and testing for her wetness and willing. Leah could tell by the way his other hand was pulling and jerking on his belt that he wasn't exactly in a patient mood; not that she could blame him, Kim didn't exactly seem like the type of person to be into a whole lot of lovin'.
Her own hands scraped and gouged at his back, already feeling beads of sweat grouping by his shoulderblades and tailbone.
'In a rush' seemed lightly put to Jared right then.
...Or so she had thought.
Removing his own clothes, Jared was nascar.
When his hands began to finally siddle down her shorts, he slowed to old miss daisy.
Leah's eyes opened, finding his still closed. His lips had not once, left her's, void of little breaks for the air they needed. His lips always came back; a new rhythm, new angle of his head as he engulfed her mouth with his own like he had some sick craving. Was Kim one of those girlfriends who didn't lavish enough attention on her guy...? The chick who wasn't handsy?
She didn't know but by the feeling of Jared's lips following her's like they were what held him to the earth instead Leah could guess. Soon he'd succeeded in ridding her of the denim bottoms she wore, and then his hot palms began to smooth of the flat expanse of her belly; shucking the light green tank top up as he went.
Loving the feel of his warmth over her, Leah couldn't help but let her stormy blues drift downward to examine what she had seen so many times (both intentionally and un-intentionally). Jared's cock was impressive; not Jacob-impressive, or Sam-impressive, but he was lacking by no means.
There was one thick prominent vein up his shaft that currently sported a bead of precome rolling downward, and he was circumsized and standing at ovation at a proud seven inches, maybe eight but Leah could tell he was shorter than Jake or Sam.
(She didn't expect any less of a good time though.)
As soon as the soft tank top was bunched up over Leah's ripe, braless breasts she saw the first time Jared withdrew his lips from her's. He lowered his gaze to her chest, and promptly moaned. He began to knead one, rolling the soft flesh in his large hand while his fingers idly pinched and pulled at her nipple; tweaking the small nub into hardness. The other, he lowered his mouth to; suckling and nipping, loving the taste of her skin.
Leah let her head fall back against the green grass, eyes closing slowly to the wet feeling of his mouth on her. His tongue sent just the smallest little sparks of pleasure through her nipples, and as Leah could tell from the salty smell that it sent more than little ones through Jared's leaking prick as well.
But that demure sensation could last only so long and soon Jared raised his head again. Leah let one hand paw through his soft hair. It wasn't a push back towards her chest or down towards her pussy, but it moreso gentle tugs on the strands that meant she was pleased.
"Leah... Can I...?"
The talking was maybe just a little awkward; she wasn't a huge fan but she nodded anyway. Leah would be damned if she let him suck her tits and didn't get the big finish.
Jared gulped, his adam's apple moving hungrily in his throat as he leveraged himself above her. Arm on either side of her head and thighs spread wide for his massive hips, Jared stroked himself along her soaking opening.
She didn't feel like Kim. Leah felt stronger. Stronger, hotter, more wild, more forbidden...
A rush he hadn't felt in so, so long.
Timidly, almost too slowly for even his own comfort, Jared slid himself inside her tight moist channel.
He watched her blue eyes roll back into her head, eyelids come down as he sunk himself inside her all the way.
And oh holy shit, she was a lot tighter too. Leah Clearwater felt like the epitome of a virgin; though Jared knew from the way she shoved her hips up, the way she arched her breasts up to stroke him that she was anything but.
(He knew from Sam's vivid memories too but figured he oughta not mention that.)
'Come on, Jared,' His mind whispered, 'Don't lie there like a friggen log, get moving!'
So he did.
Jared began an easy push-pull of his hips that caused almost no noise; no slapping skin, no loud moans. He honestly never was one for the rough play unless he was angry enough at Kim and even then 'rough' only meant going fast. Kim once told him she didn't feel 'in-control' enough of the situation when she was being fucked too hard and of course, what imprint wants imprint gets.
Jared was so used to slow and easy he'd actually acquired a liking. ...And for some strange reason he couldn't fathom, he felt that Leah deserved to be shown some tender loving care.
Her first soft moan broke Jared's stream of thought and he leant his head down, capturing those perfectly plump lips again. Tongue darting in, he tasted everything that was Leah and everything that made her so special.
Mouthwatering it was.
Her mouth had no taste that even remotely resembled the druggy dryness of the morning; it was as fresh and sweet as the sun now high above them and it entranced him.
Her hand in his hair kept stroking, kept urging him on and the mewling noises she made from her throat were absolutely the cutest thing he'd seen in a long time (nothing could beat Claire opening birthday presents; no, he wasn't too 'man' to admit that).
Her tight womanhood stroked over the smooth velvet of his cock in such a fashion that Jared's muscles were already straining; he would not last long, something else that approved Leah's thoughts of Jared's penchant for rushing.
But for as quickly as it seemed their joining was passing by, Leah found her own pleasure was not being left in the dust. Her orgasm was actually fastly approaching, rolling in soft waves that made her toes twitch and head turn side to side with anticipation for the next gentle sensation. It felt like everything sex should be... Loving, caring and blissful.
Everything it would've been with Sam.
And soon it crashed over her; waves of pleasure that coarsed through her entire being as Jared's cock pressed against that magic spot and sent the bolts of heaven rocketing upward from the wet core of her being; vibrations shaking and spasming her tanned body as she writhed more underneath him. Moaning and groaning against his lips.
When he felt Leah come, a sense of satisfaction blossomed within Jared and sent heat abroad through his sweating body. His thrusts were gaining speed, hips snapping just a little harder enough to make her spread her copper smooth thighs wider for him and he too felt his finish. Ballsack tightening, his hot jets erupting from the head of him inside her and he did all he could to pin himself to her cervix, flooding her pussy with the sheer essence of him. All the while Jared roared her name.
Their lips were still brushing as Jared let himself drop on top of her, heavy breaths gently rattling both of the participants' chests and sweaty, clammy skin hot and sticky. As Jared's head nestled in the crook of her neck, only now did Leah wish that their romp hadn't ended so soon.
Yes, Jared wasn't Jake or Sam; and he wasn't in love with her. ...But from that sex, someone on the outside would've thought a hell of a lot different.
Now, though... They would part ways. Maybe this would never happen again... He had Kim to go home to.
Jared rolled off her. Leah sighed softly, part of her hoping he had heard her though she knew it wouldn't make a difference, and reached for her shorts.
So that was why she was so surprised when his arm wrapped around her waist, and Jared tugged her to his chest.
"What are yah doin'...? Come on, chill with me for a bit."
Leah, like earlier, hoped her widened, surprised eyes didn't give her away.
"..Uhh... Yeah, sure I guess." And she sunk down beside him again; nestled into his bent arm and resting her head against his hot, muggy shoulder.
"It's gonna be a nice day..." Jared said, eyes on the sky, close to the burning sun.
Dear god, he wasn't gonna spend the entire time they 'chilled' together making awkward small talk was he? Because if that was the case, Leah probably should've just went home; she hated stupid chitchat because it never got anybody anywhere. ...So why didn't she want to leave?
"...Hey, what was the fight about...?" Leah looked up at him, hoping her voice came out as sincere as she prayed.
He looked down at her, a little surprised. Leah did not ask about their imprints period. Actually, she never asked about he or the guys' feelings either. So...?
He shrugged.
"Stuff, I guess... Stupid shit, like it was just a little argument. Why?"
"No reason... It's just..." Leah gestured to their position; what they'd just done.
"Oh... Yeah I know, this wasn't exactly my intention today either." Jared chuckled softly. "But hey, we're both adults, it's our choice to make... And, really Leah... I trust you, yah know. I don't think you'll tell Kim..."
He trusted her... Odd. He looked down at her again. He hoped she was trustworthy.
"...You won't, tell Kim, right...?" He laughed breathily.
No, she wouldn't... As much as the thought was gratifying because god, Leah would like to upstage that snotty little plainjane. But Jared... He'd shown her some real compassion today, and had taken an interest in her when no one else did. Kim was his imprint... And maybe they fought, oddly, but... He loved her. And Leah didn't wanna be the one to ruin that.
"No... I won't."
"Thanks."
"Sure."
"Honestly, you're a pretty awesome person... Not that I'm saying that because you just let me do you, but really." He gave her his playful Jared smile. "I think you're pretty cool."
Was it good to take so much from one little comment? Probably not... But Leah didn't seem to care. Those few words went a long way... It had been a long, long time since she was appreciated. Jacob had probably said something so sweet to her once upon a time, of course Sam had and her brother did every time she made chocolate chip cookies, but still... From someone so unexpected, who you thought hated you...
It was nice.
Leah found herself giving him a real smile.
"Thanks... There's nothing wrong with you either."
Jared's returning smile gave her the only answer she'd need; and the only one she got as there was a resounding ding from the pocket of Jared's discarded cutoffs. He sighed heavily, and reached over her stomach to pull his phone out.
Glancing at the screen, and the brightening of his eyes that resulted, Leah knew who it was before he said a word.
Her face dropped, and she looked away from him; sat up.
"Kim apologize?"
"Yeah... I gotta go home now." Jared spoke and Leah wanted to vomit. She could hear the smile in his words now. Of course, typical imprinting... It might be awful when it's bad, but it's great when it's going good. And it doesn't go bad often.
Jared picked himself off the ground (Leah immediately missing the heat of him) and shoved on his cutoffs again.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning when we patrol Leah." He turned and turned to walk away; simple as that. But, he did yell back over his shoulder.
"And trust me; that boyfriend of your's is in the near future! He's just a little overdue that's all!"
And then he disappeared down over the side of the hill.
Leah didn't smile any more that day.
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AN: Hey y'all, sorry for the long wait and sorry to tell you this now but you've got another long one coming your way lol... I've been juggling ATS, applying to colleges and writing this fic along with trying to have even a semblance of summer fun lol. I've been loaded to the gills with work. But just to make sure you come back to read, guy 3 is Embry :) Thanks everybody, please review!