Hidden Stash

A/N: Set during New Moon, pre werewolf transformation. Jake/Bella, PG-13. Short and sweet, enjoy :D

"So there I was trying my best to get Quil's attention and he just kept on flirting with her. Her boyfriend looked so mad I thought for sure he was going to punch him out right there in the hall," I said, twisting the socket wrench quickly. Bella was sitting in her usual seat, the passenger side of my Rabbit.

Bella looked awful. She had appeared at my house a few weeks ago with two motorbikes (although they were so badly damaged they could barely be called motorbikes) and had asked for my help in repairing them. I had agreed quickly, happy to have any excuse to hang out with Bella Swan.

I had been trying to work up the nerve for weeks to call her after I had last seen her at her school dance. For months I could see her behind my eyes in that pretty blue dress, although when I thought about it I ignored the bit where her boyfriend intervened and normally moved onto kissing her. Of course now that said boyfriend was out of play there was a small chance that my fantasy might come true. I say small though because Bella had been a wreck ever since he left. I had hope though because every now and then a glimpse of the pretty girl in the blue dress would peek through the sad face that she wore twenty four seven now.

I glanced over my shoulder at her. She was staring off into space, seemingly unaware I hadn't said a word for nearly five minutes. I heaved a sigh and jerked hard on the socket wrench. If I ever saw Cullen again I would beat the crap out of him for destroying Bella the way he had. I pulled hard on the wrench again.

"So I grabbed him by the scruff off the neck and got him out of there. Although it would kind of been fun to see him getting beaten up by a senior," I continued tossing the abused socket wrench to the floor.

"Mmmm," Bella hummed. Yeah she was definitely not paying attention to me. I abandoned the bike in front of me and turned to look at her. She had her arms crossed over her middle and her pale face was all twisted. She was gazing off to the front of the garage, lost in a world of her own. I couldn't figure out why she came down half the time. The pathetic bit was that part of me (well most of me really) didn't mind if she didn't talk to me. I was just happy she was there.

But it would be nice if she could wake up once in a while though. You know had a conversation or pretended to take an interest in the bikes. Or me. Well that wasn't entirely true. Some days Bella wouldn't shut up and she would laugh and become the girl in the blue dress again. I just wished she was like that all the time. Maybe if I actually spoke to her and not at her she'd wake up today. I cleared my throat.

"Bella." No response.

"Bella," I tried again a little louder. She pulled her gaze from the forest outside of the garage and looked at me. She blinked once. Twice. She shook her head like she was trying to get water out of her ears. Her face was no longer all twisted just a blank mask instead.

"Sorry what did you say?" she all but whispered. I fought the urge to not roll my eyes at her. It was extremely hard. I turned back to the bike. I knew that look. Yeah she wasn't going to wake up today. But it was Saturday, maybe she would tomorrow.

"I got some parts for the bike, they are in the car. Can you grab them for me?" I asked, snatching up the socket wrench again.

"Oh sure," she mumbled. I heard her shuffling through the car and the glove box snap open. Papers rustling, something heavy thumping to the floor, more rustling paper, followed by silence.

Silence.

A small cough.

More silence.

"Did you find it?" I asked not bothering to turn around. The quiet stretched out and this time I lost my battle to not roll my eyes. I turned quickly.

"Bella it's in the yellow packet…" my voice trailed off and heat rushed to my face. Bella Swan was sitting in my Rabbit holding a pornographic magazine. My pornographic magazine. Her eyes were wide as she unfolded the centerfold. I had hidden it in my glove box after Embry had slipped it to me in English. Bella's mouth fell open as the centerfold was revealed. I lunged forward to rip the magazine out of her hands but Bella shot up, gripping the magazine to her chest. She danced out of my reach, the mask gone and a huge shit eating grin in its place.

"Jake I didn't know you went in for leather," she teased, turning the magazine around so I could see the busty blonde holding a leather riding crop. My face was bright red I was sure. I reached out, grabbing Bella about the waist and ripping the magazine out of her hands, chucking it into some dark corner of the garage. It landed with a thump I could barely hear over Bella's giggles.

"You weren't supposed to see that," I stammered. Damn Embry and his insane fetishes. I was only in it for the boobs I swear. It's not like I could waltz down to the local Barnes and Nobel and buy it myself. I still couldn't believe Embry's fake I.D worked. Bella laughed at my red face, wriggling in my arms. The embarrassment I had felt was starting to fade just a little as my hands slid across Bella's hips. And she had woken up; she was the girl in the blue dress again. And that was fantastic even if it was at my expense.

"Well I did. Jacob you've been a very naughty boy," she giggled, making her voice husky "I'll have to punish you."

Oh God. Did I say I was less embarrassed? I take that back. I was mortified.

"Bella I'm not into that I swear," I mumbled. She was still laughing and I was getting a bit desperate. I mean I really wasn't into that kind of stuff. Half of me was dying on the inside but the other half was very aware of Bella's body in my arms and was trying to decide if it would be ok to accidentally on purpose let my hands slide down just a little. My fingers flirted with the top of her jeans.

"Uh huh sure Jake," she teased, punching a little fist into my arm. I barely felt it. I dropped my eyes from hers.

"Oh Jake, come on I was joking," she said gently, the hand that had punched me snuck up my chest and grazed the skin of my neck. Her hands were normally cool but they felt much colder next to my flushed skin.

"It's really embarrassing," I admitted under my breath. Bella clicked her tongue and I turned my gaze to her. She was still smiling, still the girl in the blue dress. She bit her lip and rocked on the heels of her feet for a moment, her cold hand sneaking around the back of my neck. My hands tightened at her waist.

"Well don't be," she whispered, looking up at me with dancing eyes.

She pulled hard on the back of my neck, her eyelids fluttering shut, her perfect pink lips touching mine gently. I had dreamed of kissing Bella a hundred times before in a million different situations. But never had Bella been the one to kiss me. I pulled her closer to me, porno magazines and motorbikes forgotten.

She leant into my body, her fingers in my hair, her breath tickling my face. She took charge, deepening the kiss. I felt her tongue touch mine and my whole frame shuddered. She tasted like heaven. I pulled her closer to me, her little feet dangling in the air. My hands found the courage to travel south and I gripped her ass, holding her tighter to me. We broke apart after what felt like either hours or only seconds I wasn't sure. Our breathing was heavy and I could still taste her on my tongue. I opened my eyes and she was still Bella. Still awake.

"If I had known you were going to react like that I would of left porn lying around more often," I joked. Bella giggled and kissed me again all soft and sweet. I smiled back at her and I hoped that this meant that Bella, my Bella, would be sticking around a lot more. From the way her fingers trailed up and down my arms I was fairly certain she would.

"Still embarrassed?" she asked breathlessly.

"A little, maybe we should kiss again and I'll let you know," I teased, squeezing her bum gain. She squealed and her arms around my neck tightened, pulling me close again. Who knew having your porno stash found would be a good thing? And kissing Bella Swan was most definitely a good thing.

Bella kissed me harder and I could feel the smile on her lips. She was the girl in blue again, she was my Bella again. She was mine. I smiled back.

For Christmas that year I bought Bella a bracelet.

She bought me a riding crop.

We both laughed at it.