Author Note: Hello, girls, how are you? I'm so sorry for taking so long to update. I feel really bad, but I had been really sick lately. But anyway, here it is another chapter of my new story. It is terribly long, I know, but I didn't want to leave it midway and the scenes are just too good. I think. I wanted to point some things out but I forgot . . . God! What was it?
Yeah, I don't know how the cinemas in other countries work, but in Australia they are probably different from the others. Like, for instance, we have seats with sliding armrest, I don't know if in other countries you do. Also, do you want to guess why Jacob's eyes had darkened and why he was acting strange before Nessie asked him if something was wrong before settling back into his seat? *Waggles brows* If you are wondering if Jacob could 'see' Nessie's thoughts when they were watching that lovemaking scene. Then the answer is 'yes', he could. Jacob would bring that up and the whole breast sucking thing in future, don't worry. It'll be hot, though not soon since I'm going with a plot and everything. ;-)
. . . and yeah, let me know what you think and sorry again about the wait. I really do feel bad about keeping you guys waiting. Hope you guys liked their 'date' and let me know your opinions about the scene at their place. Feel free to ask me any questions, too, if you have any.
Disavowal: I really don't own anything, I mean, the characters and stuff. I just wished I owned them. I don't own the song below either. It's one of my favorites and I totally love Taylor Swift, just hate the fact that she went out with Taylor Lautner. He's mine! ^_^
Dedication: TheHypocrite's guess was so, so close (About the friendship part) and Tashay789, kmddeprez1122, Itzy, Your Oasis (Because they know how much I love them!)
Chapter 4: Excessiveness
Today was a fairytale, I wore a dress, you wore a dark grey t-shirt.
You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess, today was a fairytale.
Time slows down whenever you're around.
I can feel my heart it's beating in my chest.
Did you feel it? I can't put this down.
- Taylor Swift, Today was a fairytale
We both walked into the subdued lighting of the cinema once Jacob had purchased our tickets, a huge bucketful of popcorns, drinks, chocolates and more than enough candy bars, despite mom's commands and opinions about me consuming excessive amount of sugar. Neither of us cared, though. Not that a little sugar over weeks was going to kill me, so I hoped.
He insisted us on sitting all the way back in the end row, stating we would be able to get a better view of the movie from there. Of course, I agreed, chiefly because I knew people won't be able to watch the movie with a huge, six-foot-seven man seated before them. Since there was no one sitting in the rear row of the theater, Jacob and I scooted towards the middle of it comfortably.
My heels were kicked off and pushed underneath the moment I sat on the seat—being only half-vampire had its disadvantages. Although I hadn't been walking too much, the stilettos, remaining on only by beaded straps, made me wonder if they were only worn to slay my feet. Aunt Alice could really make me loathe her sometimes.
Jacob gave me a charming, perplexed expression as I sighed contentedly in relief and collapsed back into the cushioned seat with a little too much enthusiasm. Given that the seat before me was vacant, I relaxed my bare feet against the back of it, slumping down further.
"My heels – they were killing me," I explained as Jacob's face shifted into an endearing inquisitive look. Realizing how thirsty I was as I spoke, I took a swig of my cool drink through the straw. "I'm just glad they're off."
"Oh," His stunning face loosened up into a diminutive smile. "Are your feet hurting now?"
I curled my toes against the seat. "Just a little sore, Jacob,"
"Want me to massage them better?" His thick brows rose above his sparkling eyes in eagerness, I observed, even in the faint lighting.
"What?" I laughed, incredulously.
"Yeah," he nodded. The splendid grin over his blinding, ultrawhite teeth was making me a little lightheaded—a lot lightheaded, actually. My breathing hitched slightly. "My hands are warm, too, so, it'll be the best massage you'd even gotten."
"I – I've never gotten a massage,"
"Well, there's a first for everything," Jacob's broad torso, coated with thick, bulging protuberances, faced me as he stirred in his seat. He waggled his fingers, reaching for my feet. "Come on, Ness. We have a couple of minutes before the movie starts."
I mechanically hauled my feet away before he could catch. "No, Jake, it's okay," I lowered my tone. "And I'm sure people are going to look at us strangely if we do that here."
"Why do you care so much about what people think?" He observed.
"I don't," I riposted quietly.
"Give me your feet, then, I know I can make you feel better. I won't hurt or anything, I promise."
"I know you won't hurt me, Jacob. I just – I won't like it if you touch my feet." Somewhat timorously, I shook my head.
His forehead wrinkled. "Why?"
"Because . . . it's – it's not respectful." I blundered out.
Jacob chuffed before letting out a breathy laugh, his very fresh sweet cicely gasps blowing in my face. A feeling on warmth streamed throughout me; his masculine fragrance, his laugh, his striking, dark eyes urging me to draw closer to him—closer than I already was. I hurriedly disregarded it, however. A small tingle subsided in my stomach, and I felt a need to budge in my seat slightly.
"Be a good sport now and let me take care of you. I promised Edward, and I want to."
Before I could even open my mouth to respond, he had captured my feet. Efficiently he pulled the armrest up—which I wasn't aware we could do—and slowly and vigilantly heaved my feet from the seat it was resting against. Jacob gently placed it over his heated lap. He was so soothingly warm, even through the thick fabric of his jeans, and immediately my feet felt a thousand-fold better.
"Lay back, it'll be more comfortable." He prodded, motioning with his hand.
"You – you're kidding, right?" I gasped, lifting my eyebrows in skepticism. He blinked. "Jacob, what if someone wants to sit beside me?"
"I don't want anyone to sit so close beside you," My stomach abruptly felt as though it was being pricked by teeny needles in the best way possible, and I didn't know why. "Besides, this movie's been out for a while. I don't think this place will be jammed."
Without saying another word, Jacob somewhat elevated off of his seat and leant closer to me—tremendously closer, lip-biting closer, heart pounding closer, making me close my eyes inadvertently closer. Although, I somehow found the vigor to suppress all of these peculiar things my senseless mind was compelling me to do. Besides, what was he trying to do? I felt a wave of nervousness.
His loud, timberland-like, heady pant wafted across my face another time, and I observed him compressing his jaws together. All of a sudden, breathing virtually became impossible and anxiety rippled inside of me. Never once moving his dark eyes from mine, he stooped further towards me and, by the dull thud-like sound of it, lifted two of the armrests up of the seats beside me.
As he reclined back, I felt a sense of relieve in spite of I peculiarly wanted him back closer to me, wanted to feel his heavy, intoxicating breaths on my mouth. Nevertheless, at last I felt as if I could breathe. My erratic heart could beat instead of pound in my chest again. Though I was relieved, the wish of wanting him leaning closer to me was the strongest.
To clear my prurient thoughts, I shook my head inwardly.
"Lay back, Ness." He commanded, a small smile twitching the corner of his lips.
"You're so stubborn, Jacob," I huffed and swung sideways, facing him, before laying myself back over the unoccupied seats behind me. I supported my head against the armrest that was still down, glowering at Jacob playfully. "If someone sees me like this, they'll think I'm rude for taking up so many seats."
He shrugged. "Who cares? Don't worry. Just relax while I work my magic, okay?" I chuckled at his haughtiness.
"You're an idiot, you know that?"
"Is that why you don't want to be with me? 'Cause I can change." He muttered under his breath—still loud enough for me to hear it—with a look that always smashes my heart into shreds. He looked down then, taking his eyes away from me, and commenced rubbing my feet ever so caringly with his warm, gentle hands.
"Jacob, sense of humor is the best trait of yours. And I love you just the way you are – oooh – that feels good." My feet jerked in his big hands as he massaged the certain pressure point over my ankles, leading sleep to take over my senses. Someway, I hindered it.
Jacob was good at massaging, which isn't that astonishing. What isn't he excellent at?
He dashed his beautiful eyes at me and flashed me a bright, sunny smile, and it felt as though my heart had blossomed. As if to clear his thoughts, he shook his head to himself. "Feeling a little better?"
"A lot better actually." I admitted.
His fingers slipped over the curve under my feet, rubbing in soothing circles, and a low, rough, embarrassing sound that was so close to a moan escaped the back of my throat unexpectedly. To my mortification, Jacob eyes slightly extended, his pupils dilated and he seemed as if he was biting the inside of his cheek. But he kept kneading my feet in an utter heavenly manner.
"Your feet are so soft." His thumb pressed against my sole and massaged. I wanted to make that sound again but settled against it and bit my lip instead.
"Thanks . . . I guess," I couldn't help but laugh at Jacob's compliment. "You're hands are so soft."
"You're just saying that," He rolled his eyes, an attractive crooked smirk budding an edge of his lips. "I think you're suckin' up so I can keep massaging your feet."
"No, I'm not, silly" Chuckling, I humorously wrenched one of my feet from his hand and shoved him in the bicep lightly.
"Nessie!" Jacob exclaimed, shooting me a mock exasperated countenance. He gently seized my released foot and pressed both of his thumbs over the arch of my sole, kneading in circular motions. My knees were very close to crumpling at the feel of his hot fingers touching me over one of my very sensitive places. "I massage your sore feet for you, do you a favor, and you hit me! How could you?"
I pressed my lips in a hard line to keep from laughing. "Well, stop teasing me then – Ah, Jacob!"
Jacob's hands slithered over my ankle and his coffee eyes broadened in daze at my sudden, boisterous outburst of moaning his name as one of his fingers slipped in between my toes and pressed. My face was tomato red, and in shame I bit my lip so hard I was sure I was going to extract out blood any time soon.
Jacob frowned in wonder, his warm hand skulking up my ankle and along my leg inattentively. A shiver of heat flashed down my spine, and my chest couldn't eschew letting out that low, awkward sound again. This time not as loud, but I was certain he could still hear it. Of course, he could. His eyes even darkened further as evidence—almost soot black. If it was in curiosity, I wasn't positive.
"You . . . alright?" His lukewarm hand floated up few inches up my leg, close to my bended knee. I felt warm and tingly in the pit of my stomach. I needed to get up, I knew, although my body and my heart hindered me to do so.
I swallowed a huge lump blocking my throat and impelled myself to nod. "Y-yeah,"
Jacob chuckled quietly then, lightening up the awkward tension that hovered between us, conversely his eyes didn't soften—still as black as coal. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself there, Nessie, but you need to keep you voice down. People will think we're doing something we shouldn't down here." An odd, anonymous shiver trembled in my stomach at his words.
"Oh, sorry," I gasped, feeling my face erupt with volcano again. "I – I didn't mean to embarrass you like that."
He instantly shook his head, and his lips jerked a quick smile before he looked at his large hand now relaxing gently against my knee. "You didn't embarrass me – no way," With a sigh of grief, he paused for few seconds—long distressing seconds for me. "I just – I know you don't like it . . . – people thinking we are together, I mean. I didn't want to embarrass you."
I felt real hardhearted then, and pity—pity for him. "I don't care what people think," I breathed. Even I didn't know if I was deviating from the truth. "And what in the world makes you think you embarrass me, Jacob?"
His forehead creased and he looked at me. "I don't?"
"No," I gasped directly. "Get that out of your thick head."
A slight smile usurped his flawless lips, and a task as easy as taking a gulp of air became too challenging for my lungs. "That's good, 'cause I know you're going to spend forever with me – that, without humiliations, too."
"Duh, Jake," I good-humouredly rolled my eyes. "No humiliations. You're a complete moron for thinking you embarrass me. You really think I would've gone out with you today if I thought such a thing?"
"No, I guess not," Jacob chortled and his eyes flit down at his hand resting over my knee again, to my amazement, his eyes abruptly blackening once more and his smile evanescing.
His fingertips slowly shacked down along my leg and back over my foot, resulting into leaving a burning trail behind. I attempted to follow the track of where is dark eyes were really gazing so intently, but before I could, he looked down diffidently, averting my eyes. His fingertips sketched small patterns against my sole, and I restrained a tremble of heat that was gradually building up in my stomach.
"Uh . . . how are your feet?" His tone somewhat exposed edginess. I wondered why.
"Very good – thank you so much, Jake." I smiled slightly tentatively at Jacob's expression. He was looking rather adorable—tremendously adorable in point of fact. I fought back a ferocious shudder at the thought of wearing those lethal heels back again.
"No, worries – anytime, seriously," Jacob looked at me then and flaunted me his smile, though it didn't reach his eyes like his smiles generally do. Gently he squeezed my foot before holding his other hand out for me. "Ready to get up?"
I nodded responsively at him despite in truth I didn't wanted to—I had gotten a little too comfortable right where I was. Jacob lifted me up effortlessly once I took his hot hand, and his eyes glimpsed back over my bended knees for a jiffy before I settled upright into my seat.
"Is something wrong, Jacob?" I questioned, reaching over Jacob and taking a long drink of Coke.
He drew his lips back into his teeth and shook his head. I swear observed the color of his cheeks changing shades, turning cerise. He was blushing again, I knew, though I didn't understand why. "No." He answered.
Whilst Jacob shifted in his seat, the lighting of the theater dimmed further and the quite music that was playing in the background stopped. Once I looked forward did I realize there weren't many people in theater just as Jacob stated earlier. The cinema was around half packed with predominantly teenage couple and small groups of friends. It was nice and cozy and I loved it.
During the opening credits of the movie, I folded my legs under me snugly and Jacob situated his strapping arms around my shoulders, drawing me closer—just like I had anticipated he would. Not that I objected a tiniest bit, unless he was going to try something, which I knew wasn't far away either.
Shortly through the movie, he began tracing small but very tingly patterns across my bare arm with his fingertips, and a frisson of quiver shot throughout me. There it was, I observed. He couldn't go a day without making my knees wobbly and my head woozy. From my peripheral vision, I caught he had been gazing attentively at me the whole time rather than the screen.
It was getting intimidating. My heart hammered hyperactively in my chest and my blush was getting hotter and hotter by seconds. It was very distracting and his warmth and fingers across my skin weren't assisting my circumstances. I gnawed the inside of my cheek repeatedly to keep from smiling and to fade the flush out. Though, I wasn't sure if it was working.
I sighed and turned my head from the screen to shoot Jacob a mock irritated look. His russet skin seemed extremely pleasant from the vivid blinking lights of the screen. "Jacob Black, would you stop looking at me like that? It's rather daunting, you know," Putting my palm against his cheek, I turned his face towards the screen. "You're supposed to be watching the movie." I whispered, giggling.
Jacob chortled quietly and twisted his head back to me, inclining nearer. My heart stopped thrashing against my ribcage and restarted again in double time. "You should probably get used to it."
"Why do you always —? Jake, I don't have flowers blooming on my face that you can't take your eyes off of me." I tugged the skirt of my dress timidly.
"You're so beautiful – so gorgeous," he said unexpectedly, distracted.
My face burned beetroot red at his bluntness. "Okay . . ." I pointed to the screen in front of us with my juddering hand. "Pay attention."
"I am paying attention." He teased.
"To the movie, Jacob,"
Jacob groaned and turned his head towards the screen, making me chuckle, however I knew he was still staring at me via the corner of his eyes. Since I was accustomed to it, I didn't mind . . . yet.
Somewhere through the movie, he softly pressed his hand against my cheek and laid the side of my face over his shoulder with a heavy sigh of ease, as if he had been anxious to do that for a long time. Somewhat twisting his head towards me, he tenderly pressed his tepid lips over my forehead, hoisting one of my hands from my lap and taking it in between his stifling palms.
My heart was overreacting like it always does when Jacob does something like this—so gentle and loving, yet so tense. I only wished the throb in my chest would calm down as I knew it always gave me away. Certainly he could hear it, clearly, too—more clearly than I could hear it myself. He squeezed my hand and it felt as though he had just squeezed my heart.
Gradually he lifted my hand and pressed my palm tenderly against his chest, covering it with his own. Over his heart. His was battering, too, as if I was feeling my own.
"It's like we have two hearts that beat as one," he whispered, and his hot breath enveloped me. Sensing the muscles of his chest jerk, my stomach flipped, although that wasn't the only reason. "Why can't you see?"
I gulped. "I ca —" I was cut off hearing a loud screech coming through the speakers. As I turned to look at the vast screen, my jaws immediately dropped. "Oh, my God," I murmured under my breath.
The scene ultimately captured Jacob's attention, too, since I couldn't feel his eyes drilling into my soul anymore but the screen before him. If it alleviated my state of affairs or tensed it further, I wasn't sure.
My hand fell lifelessly onto his lap and he squandered no time interlacing his fingers with mine as we awkwardly watched a lovemaking scene between a woman and her lover—the main character whose name I don't even remember since I'd been so sidetracked through the movie. Jacob makes me a lot vertiginous than he has a right to. He astonishes me.
I was utterly clueless and most likely stock-still in my seat not knowing what to do—whether to retain my eyes affixed on the screen and appear like a total pervert, or to just look away and seem like a real seven year old, immature. Not that I hadn't watched these sorts of steamy scenes before. But now that I was with Jacob so close to me, with our hands enlaced, it was enormously uneasy.
My heart responded, thrashing uncontrollably in my chest at the sight of the woman literally being yanked by arm and placed kneeling over the edge of the bed by the beefy man who could apparently phase into a wolf. I hoped I could soon calm my breathing and pulse down since I must've seem like I was exaggerating, but my heart wasn't the only one rushing. Jacob's was, too. His heart was easily discernible.
A gasp almost flew my lips and the tip of my fingers uncurled limply against Jacob's hand when the man flipped the woman around over her back—in a little violent manner, though the woman didn't seem to object. Although we couldn't really see, I was certain that the man was . . . sucking on her breast by the top view of it.
From time to time when the girl would moan and push the man's head towards her chest more—did I wonder what it feels like. What would it feel like to have someone's mouth there? On one of the most intimating places? Not that I had ever experienced, but judging from the boisterous moans escaping the girl's mouth, it must feel so good. So wonderful.
What I thought then was wrong, I was fully aware of that and I knew I needed to reconstruct my cerebrations, but my mind still trailed off to wondering how someone's lips would feel on my own breasts, someone specific's lips; brunette with a slight pink shade, hot, soft . . . Jacob's lips.
Abruptly, Jacob's hand grew hotter against mine and his fingers tightened around me, jerking me out of my improper lewd thoughts. Then my concentration proceeded back to the ardent scene still playing.
Ruddiness stretched across my face and I nibble the inside of my cheek watching the man in the scene groan heftily before pressing into the woman as she wrapped her legs around him. I couldn't comprehend how making love like that would work since the woman still had her panties on by the looks of it, but I wasn't stupid to know there still were ways. Definitely Jacob knew that, too.
My eyebrows mechanically stitched together in wonderment and Jacob tightened his grip against my quivering hand—sending my belly trembling—when the man began grunting frantically and the woman all but factually screamed at him to go . . . 'harder and faster'. That was something I humiliatingly hear from my parents' bedroom during nights, usually from mom. Ew . . .
I heard Jacob snigger, still facing the screen, his cheek a shade darker. My eyes dashed at him, frowning in puzzlement. It didn't seem as though he was paying any interest in the scene any longer.
"What's so funny?" I teased, lifting my head from his shoulder, feeling the tension between us melting gradually.
He looked at me and shook his head, the corner of his lips twitching. "Nothing – are you alright –? I mean, this scene – are you comfortable?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not a baby, Jacob. I wasn't expecting it, though."
"Sorry," he grimaced. "I should've probably warned you."
"It wasn't like you were paying any attention anyway."
"Were you?"
I could feel my face burn, and Jacob's hand squeezed mine twice, making it impossible for me to respire. This guy . . . "Shush." I turned my attention to the screen, brushing away the topic, and rested my head against his bicep. His warmth made me covetous sometimes.
When the movie ended, we stayed and watched the other comedy one I suggested last night, too. It was a romantic comedy. Fortunately, to my benefit, there weren't any lovemaking scenes in that one, just a lot of intense kissing and mild course language. But in the middle, yet again, my focus went adrift. All thanks to Jake who wouldn't stop leaning closer and closer through the movie, brushing my curls back, drawing tiny circles against the nape of my neck and blowing gentle breaths on my face. It was very diverting, though I can't say I didn't like it.
I was surprised to realize it was twilight when Jacob and I treaded out to the parking lot, hands intertwined. Albeit the stars were concealed behind the thick gray clouds, the night was still picturesque and composed. A cool breeze wafted across my figure, blowing my dress up my thighs and behind, and I shivered involuntarily, goose bumps rising.
Jacob directly let go of my hand and cloaked me by draping his burning arm around my shoulders, pulling me nearer against his scorching torso as we walked to his car. It felt as though I was caged in his body heat, even the chilly wind couldn't get to me.
"I feel like you were made for me – to keep me warm," I looked at Jacob, enclosing his burly waist with my arm. He smiled his grand crooked smirk at me. My knees buckled, and my body would have tumbled down if it wasn't for his support. "M-must be so nice never getting cold." I added to distract myself.
"It's not too bad," He rubbed my arm up and down to heat it. "Did you have fun?"
I grinned, nodding. "Yes! I haven't seen a movie in ages, you know."
"I should take you out more often, then," Jacob beamed, and I sensed his palm coasting down to my side, lingering against my waist. I was a hair close to stumbling. "Are you hungry?"
"Not really. I think I ate a little too much in there."
Jacob breathed out a chuckle. Then he spoke again, watchfully. "You . . . want to go someplace else?"
"Where?"
"Our place – to the First Beach,"
I nodded enthusiastically, seeing as I wasn't in the state of feeling to go home yet, and I very much would love to spend more time with Jake. "Yeah, I would like that a lot."
Jacob beamed and squeezed my waist gently in return. The coil in my stomach couldn't evade gritting into a pebble, and it felt so amazing. "Good, good."
Jacob kept the speed acceptable as we drove back to La Push from Port Angles. As usually—when he rode with me, anyway—he drove one-handed, playing with my bracelet with his other hand. I would blush reluctantly when he would reach and tug locks behind my ear with his fingertips or when I would catch him looking at me now and again. Every time he would do such intimate things, an enormous river of heat would flow down my spine and into my stomach. It felt strange but since it felt pleasant, too, I didn't have the heart to stop Jacob.
Just as Jacob smoothly turned the car to park in front of the beach, I shimmied my feet out of my heels and placed the rose in the backseat. Shortly he turned off the engine and we both got out of the car. I hurriedly ran onto the somewhat damp, pulverized sand so it wouldn't seem bizarre walking bare foot, and it had never felt better before.
Chortling, Jacob quickly jogged until he was walking beside me. I smiled at him and observed with a little too much interest as his long, sleek hair wafted back with the wind, revealing the mesmerizing contours of his cheeks. Even with an insufficient moonlight, his perfect teeth excelled against his lips, though the glory of his deep, dark eyes were more prominent.
I gasped as he suddenly yanked me in his arms by my waist and spun me. "Jake!" I laughed, placing my hands over his shoulders to secure myself. Not that Jacob would ever let me fall.
"Nessie!"
"Don't drop me," I curled my fingertips against his shoulders and teased. "You know I'm afraid of falling."
"You know I'll catch you. I won't ever let you fall." Jacob loosened his arms around my lower back and gradually began setting me down, sweeping his warm lips past the hollow of my breasts and throat inadvertently . . . I believed. My heart started to drum in my ears again. He took my shaking hand then, his eyes darker like before. "Are you gonna be alright running barefoot or want me to carry you?"
"Y-yeah. I'll be alright." I nodded, stammering.
"Okay, then, let's go."
And then we were running, charging through the thick sand and undergrowth of the woods by the beach after. Our path was mainly smooth and as we had been visiting this part of the forest majorly, we had never been lost. I hadn't come here without Jacob anyway to ever get lost. As if I couldn't do it myself, he would always help me over the fallen tree, letting go of my hand for a tick and lifting me by waist.
Jacob kept quiet as we ran but he would occasionally twine, untwine and skim his fingers around my wrist, never failing to cause my heart to bang fiercely against my ribcage. The fact of him glancing at the skirt of my dress for some reason was not helping. At times, I felt as if I was going to topple down by a swooning fit but I highly doubted it since Jacob was holding me so firmly but tenderly.
After few minutes, we were honored by distinct gleaming Moon as the broad canopy of trees disappeared from above. I felt a thrill of exhilaration shoot in my veins as we slowed to a halt when we reached our cliff that gave us a conspicuous view of the reflecting, breathtaking sea around us. This had been our place ever since I was little, very little.
"Beautiful as ever," I uttered—breaking the comfortable silence between us—as I looked around me at the sea.
"Not as beautiful as you," Jacob breathed.
My visage flushed crimson at that. However, it quickly faded and turned into a frown of incomprehension as Jacob fluidly lowered down on bended knee in front of me, my hand still in his. My heart was buffeting in my chest at that moment, wondering what his subsequent step would be. His expression didn't give away anything.
"What are you doing, Jacob?" I inquired breathily, anxious.
"Want to dance with me?"
I threw my head back and laughed at that, covering my mouth with my free hand. A grin spread across my mouth as I peep down at him, his face leveling with my breasts. "What? You don't dance."
Jacob closed his eyes for a moment then rolled them at me. "You're hurting my ego, Nessie."
I raised my brows in incredulity and waited an instant for Jacob to arise on his feet and say he was joking. He never did, and it didn't take long for my grin to vanish. "You serious?"
He nodded.
"But – but there's no music, Jake."
"We don't need music – tell me, will you dance with me?"
My grin re-emerged, and I nodded. Inwardly, I prayed to God my face wasn't tomato red, though it almost certainly was. "Yeah, okay."
Jacob beamed a jubilant smile at me and the Moon was nothing but ineffectual against it. "Good."
He arose on his feet, holding an erect posture, and towered his amazingly strapping stature before me. My heart scuttled, pumping hot blood into my vessel erratically, as he gently placed my hand over the thick band of muscle that covered his shoulder. I heard him catch his breath as he placed his large, hot hands over the arc of my hips and pulled me against his body.
Slowly and a slightly hesitantly, I skimmed my small palm along his arm and laced my fingers at the nape of his neck. I had never hated being so short in my life. The top of my head barely reached the top of his chest. I looked down, letting my hair curtain the ruddiness across my cheeks, as Jacob swayed me against him slowly.
"What's wrong?" Jacob chuckled quietly, his breath blowing some of my curls away from my cheeks. I felt him slithering his hands to my lower back, and my breath faltered.
I slid the tip of my tongue along my top jaw, ashamed. "I – I don't really know how to . . . dance." I looked up at him.
"Neither do I," he whispered. One of his fingers twined itself in a piece of my hair by my back, and he used his other hand to pull me nearer. I stifled a gasp. "You're doing fine, though."
"You're just saying that. I know." I taunted, attempting to eliminate the nervous tension that lurked between us.
"No, I'm not. I swear you're good at everything."
"How would you know? You haven't seen me do everything. You haven't tried everything with me." My hands floated to rest over his shoulders.
"I would definitely like to,"
My brows mechanically wrinkled in obfuscation, and I shook my head. "Like to . . .?"
Then his dark eyes fluttered down to my lips, and my heart all but halted in my chest. An emotion of anxiety flooded through me. Blood in my veins heated up promptly as he gradually, bit by bit, leaned down towards me, the corner of his lips somewhat twitching in hesitation. My feeble hands fell limply over his elbows and his stooped down closer, his lips merely hair's-breadth away from mine.
Was he going to . . .?
Jacob exhaled with his parted lips across my mouth and I idiotically and very inconsiderately closed my eyes and drew my lips back in between my teeth, tactlessly shattering his heart in the worse way I possibly could. Shameful, I opened my eyes as I heard him sigh sharply. This time, my breathing didn't slow as he reclined back into his previous posture.
My throat sucked together as Jacob didn't utter a single word but looked down in between our bodies, averting my eyes. I could effortlessly hear his heart over the pulsation in my ear, it was racing and mine wasn't even close. Never in my life had I meant to make him feel rejected, yet I still just did and I knew a simple sorry wasn't decent enough. That was if I could speak, too.
"Have you thought about it?" He spoke after, flatly, and then looked at me with those eyes. I suppressed a trembled as he moved his hands over my waist.
I gulped. "Thought about what?"
He sighed slightly furiously and rolled his eyes. I wouldn't blame him if he was fuming with me. "I'll take that as a no," his eyes flickered to the sea before looking back at me, little serener this time. "You promised me that you would think about it – about us."
"Oh," I sighed. "I – I guess – No, I didn't really have time."
"Nessie," He scowled, it was almost a scold. "What the hell do you need time for? Just say that you do. I know you feel . . . differently about me. You know it, too."—he grunted—"I don't want to be 'just fucking friends'."
"I don't know, Jake," I uttered dumbly, seeing as I didn't know what to say.
"What don't you know?"
"Just —" I took a small step back, unlocking his grip on my waist. "You can't love me!" I heard my mouth blunder thoughtlessly.
He laughed humorlessly and rolled his eyes. "What do you mean 'I can't love you'?"
"I don't know. Just." I shook my head.
"You tell me if you love me or not, Ness. Don't tell me I can't love you," Jacob took a step towards me, towering over me with his massive figure, looking rather menacing. "It's not like I – meeting you was destiny, becoming best friends with you was a choice, but falling in love with you . . . it was beyond my control."
"But – but you haven't – how do you know you're in love with me? You don't date. Maybe if you would just date another girl, you would feel different, stronger about her than you feel about me." I folded my arms against my chest and explained insensitively.
His countenance dropped, sorrowful. "You're asking me to date . . . someone?" He asked slowly . . . wretchedly. The pounding of my heart nearly smashed my chest. I shrugged and nodded. "I would rather die than say that to you. And you said it so easily. How can you even imagine me with someone else but yourself?"
I looked away to the glimmering, rippling sea and sat down over the dewy grass, sighing discontentedly. That thought never once darted to my mind. He was right; I couldn't envisage him with anyone . . . but myself. Only the prospect of Jacob . . . kissing someone else broke my heart. But it was possible that my feeling for him were only driven by . . . lust, too, just some intense sexual desire. I was clueless.
Jacob sat down silently beside me, gazing at the sea, and waiting. He spoke again when I couldn't say anything. "It hurts so much to love someone and not be loved in return," My heart was crying in frustration—frustrated at me. I was very inexperienced. He turned to look at me, I observed from the corner of my eyes. "I don't want to be like this for the rest of my life."
"You're not, Jake," I scooted nearer him over the grass and turned sideways to face him. "I do love you."
"Then stop denying it, Ness. Please. Stop denying you're in love with me," Jacob took my hand and gently pressed it against his heated cheek, turning his face just-so to press his lips against my palm. "The worst thing you can do for love is deny it. Just – just love me. It's also easier to fake love then to hide it."
I shook my head, defeated. It hurt my eyes to challenge the painful tears back, so I let them flow down my cheeks freely. "I – I don't know, Jacob. I want – it kills me to see you like this, it does, and I want to see you happy but us only being frie —"
"Come here," He lightly tugged on the hand he was holding and settled me onto his lap, enveloping me in his strong arms. I sensed him turn his face aside and press his hot lips over the side of my neck. My arms instinctively draped around his shoulders, my chest heaving against his. "Sorry, Ness – sorry for forcing you like that. I didn't – I'm just so – I want you so bad, Ness. And that's not an excuse, so —"
"Shush, Jake," I closed my eyes for an instant and tightened my arms around him, plunging into his heat. "I understand. I don't blame you. I really, really don't. Why would I blame someone who loves me so much?"
"Still, that was too much," He slackened his grip against me and slowly pulled away, instantly wiping my tears from my cheek. I felt a strange need to shift on Jacob's lap as he kissed my forehead. The skin where he pressed his lips smoldered. "I forget how young and naive you are sometimes. I don't want to force you. You would come around if . . . if it's meant to be."
I shook my head and a sound similar to a whimper escaped my chest. "You don't think we can be just friends?"
He smiled a warm, gentle smile at me and cupped his hands against my jaw, brushing his thumbs over my cheekbones, and I was close to melting. "I do think we can be just friends, but at some point, I know you will fall for me. It might be temporarily, maybe too late, maybe at the wrong time . . . or maybe forever. You won't be able to resist my biceps for too long." Jacob teased me with the last part.
"You're so sure of yourself." I chucked.
He shrugged and inclined forward to nuzzle my nose with his. My belly performed a somersault, given that his lips were so close to mine so he did so. "I'm just like that – tempting."
"You're awfully tempting, actually. When you were getting drinks and stuff, I could see how the girl behind the counter was looking at you." I laughed and situated my hands over the sides of his neck, channeling him the sight of how the girl with dark hair, green eyes, in her teenage years gazed at him.
He frowned. "Guess I didn't notice – jealous, are we?" His eyes sparkled, and he waggled his eyebrows, making me laugh another time.
I shook my head. "No, I just observed. I knew you wouldn't go out with her anyway . . . if she ever asked."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I know you don't date."
Jacob exhaled a smile and pulled me against his chest, enclosing my waist with his arms closely. "I love you,"
"Me, too, I love you, too, Jake." I put my chin over his shoulder and concealed one of my hands into his hair, scratching his scalp gently with my nails.
"I say it so you don't forget, Nessie. Never."
"Mmhm, I know, I know."
Review! ^_^ Let me know what you thought about the scenes and the almost kiss and Nessie's foolishness. If you hate Nessie, then join the club but remember she is still only seven years old and naive. I'm sure most of you all hate her – for not giving in but hey, she is probably the only one who doesn't just want to pounce on Jacob. Forgive her and she truly does love him, she hasn't realized it yet. :-) Review!