Hi everyone : ) Here's another Thunder chapter (you'll figure out the meaning for the title later on in the book). A little cursing in this one, but I always felt that Jacob did a little more cursing when Bella wasn't around, or in his head, even if SM didn't put it in. Obviously, she took into consideration that eight year olds were reading this, too. But I don't think I have to worry about that here, so... yeah. I'm sorry if I offended anyone (it's really quite minimal compared to some books) but I'm trying to stay true to how I thought of Jacob. And Renesmee, to me, is a little more forward then Bella was to Edward, so it's a little more suggestive than Twilight, but I feel that's okay because all characters are different and interact differently and etc. I hope you enjoy and review!

... and to all those that review, could you answer a question for me? I just would like to know how often people update... I don't know what's the norm. Thanks! : )

JPOV

Was there an earthquake? Because everything was shaking.

Her lips against my lips, hands on my skin, it pounded through my brain torturously, a flow of pictures and feelings that were unwilling to stop. It was painful. Wonderful. Beautiful.

I couldn't contain it – as I plunged out of the water and quickly yanked my clothes back on, my fist connected with the side of the mountain, rocks cracking. And then I was running. Faster. Faster. Wind whistled in my ears, wet earth pattering under my feet, leaves caressing my skin. I didn't know when it was that I changed. I only knew the incredible release that came with it.

Being a wolf felt more natural than being human. Sure, there were definitely things that were better done on two feet, like eating or sex. Still, everyday life – however wonderful it was with Renesmee life – constricted me to act civil, hindering my animal instincts that ached to take charge.

Nessie and animal instincts. Two things that were dangerous when used in the same sentence. If only she knew what my instincts were screaming to do to her. The thought circled in my mind, until I couldn't contain the desperate howl I emitted into the night sky.

I had to head back now. It was starting to affect me, the sick, empty feel of being away from her. Lying down beneath a great, grandfather tree, I calmed myself until I was human again.

Human, and without a lick of clothing.

"Shit," I hissed aloud, searching the ground for a shred of something.

I couldn't believe it. I'd been so caught up in my head that I forgot to at least take off my pants before changing. And now I was completely buck fucking naked, and the only person I could go to comfortably was the one person who'd take advantage of me in this position. Although that I could handle, it was really me I was afraid of – deep down, I wanted her to take that advantage. Well, maybe not so deep.

Hiding behind trees, I neared the house and cursed when I realized it would be a long wait. Nobody was even close to leaving. I sighed and slouched back against a tree, tapping my foot in preparation for a big dose of boredom.

Imprinting could be a pain at times. Especially whenever you had a spare moment to think about things, they generally swung back in her direction regardless. I knew I should be thinking about my pack. Being the leader of it wasn't all fun and games, I had stuff to plan, routes to discover, research to conduct. Of course, by brain usually just said fuck it to any of those things and nuzzled into everything that was Nessie.

Naturally, my mind wondered to our kiss tonight, the one that shouldn't have happened for another year. I mean, Christ, she was six years old in a sixteen-year-old's body, a fucking torment from the temptation of her purity against the overwhelming sexiness of such a creature. Unsurprisingly, my body seemed to agree with these thoughts, standing at high attention.

And this train chugged along, bringing me to the subject of Edward. How was I supposed to keep this from him when he was a freakin vampire of the mind, sucking away your thoughts? I couldn't hold this in for a year, could I? Unless I erase the memory, pretend it never happened, but that was more than impossible – I would think about that kiss for the rest of my life. Existence. Whatever; it was still weird to think that I was going to live forever.

And I was going to live forever with her, anyways, so why was I so greedy that I couldn't wait a year? Just a year?

Because I fucking want her now! My mind bellowed.

By then, people were starting to leave. Twenty minutes later, the house was vacant except for Alice, Jasper, Edward, and Bella. Lifting my nose into the air, I sniffed out Nessie, the only one in Bella and Edward's little cottage. Looking both ways like a kid crossing the street, I dashed towards Nessie's bedroom window.

I was about to knock, when I heard the tiny pulses of the showerhead. Moving to the bathroom window – not to spy of course, although I'll admit the thought crossed my mind, if just for a second – just to hear her, to feel the closeness. From the sound alone, I could picture which angles the water was hitting her – her face, shoulders, down, down, down...

Swallowing, I tried to keep the shiver from wracking my body – unsuccessfully. It didn't help, the quiet moans she was making. I pressed my forehead against the low window, regulating my breathing to match hers. I could feel her, I swear it. Like she had slipped under my skin to become a part of me, deeper than she ever was. If it was possible, tonight I loved her more than ever before. She wasn't a tiny bundle of determined, smiling, infuriating joy anymore. Almost fully matured, her body bubbled in all the places that maddened my senses, evoked the wolf in me. I wanted her, everything I couldn't have. Yet.

The water shut off. I darted quickly to the spare bedroom window, where I usually slept (on the rare occasion Edward let me stay under the same roof, especially since her fifth birthday). Minutes later, she stepped inside said bedroom, looking around curiously, wearing only a towel.

I choked down whatever it was that was threatening to consume me, and tapped three times on her window.

"Jake?" she asked, sliding the window open. "I knew I felt you."

"Er, yeah," I said. "Uh, Nessie, I have a little bit of a problem..."

She looked down at me, puzzled, before breaking into a smile. I tried to cover myself.

"Problem?" she asked innocently. Damn her. Damn me. "I guess I could fix that..." she leaned down intentionally and tried to graze my lips. I pulled back at once.

"Nessie," I said tightly. "Don't toy with me. Obviously, I'm in a very vulnerable position right now. Grab me some –"

"I know," she cut me off, kissing my cheek. My face heated. Scratch that – Everything heated. "But I'm sure it would be much less intimidating if we were both naked."

"Nessie!"

She chuckled, her laughter sounding like singing. "Fine, fine, here's your stupid pants. Don't say I didn't try."

"It'd be pretty hard to deny that," I grumbled, yanking on the black sweats I kept here in case of something like this. "Get back," I warned, before flinging myself into her bedroom. Her window was really small, so I banged my shoulder on the way in, but it was already scabbed over by the time I landed.

"So," she said, eyes sparkling, and I had a sudden sentimental streak, admiring her beauty. Her dripping bronze ringlets, eyes alight, skin blushed. Beautiful, I thought. So beautiful...

I gulped and looked away, down at my feet.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked, slowly dropping into a whisper. Usually she was so self-possessed, so confident in herself, it was strange to hear the flicker of doubt in her voice, see her eyes droop down.

Is that what she thought? That I was mad at her? Did she realize how much I did wrong? "Oh, honey," I said, eyes catching hers, suddenly very sad, almost wistful. "There's nothing you could do to make me mad at you. Nothing."

She smirked then, and I thought with dread: I probably shouldn't have said that. Stupid, stupid.

"Good," she approved. A different smile brightened her face. "Because I'm not done with you just yet."

She moved towards me, pressing her front against my front. I couldn't help it. A growl slipped through my teeth without my regard, mind suddenly fogged with a creeping animal impulse. She smiled coyly, her finger trailing across my chest, and slipped away to her bedroom. I think my tongue actually hit the floor as I watching her hips swaying inside nothing but a blanket of white fabric.

This girl was going to be the death of me. What I sweet way to go.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I shouted down the hall, challenging her.

She was totally okay with this. In fact, I think she was hoping for it. "You'll see," she said, smiling around her shoulder.

"You don't think I'll go down without a fight, do you?"

"Of course not. That's the fun part." She winked at me and closed her bedroom door, narrowing her eyes around it until the split sealed.

Let the games begin, I thought bitterly, plunking down on my bed. Knowing very well I would never be able to go to sleep now, itching for tomorrow to begin, and scared at the same time that it wouldn't be fair play. A memory, a few years back, of Nessie looking around at arm in a game of cards, memorizing my hand with her crazy vampire memory, made me smile. Nessie was a born cheater, and I didn't expect she'd be easy on me now.