(AUTHORS NOTE: OK, I SAID THIS WAS GOING TO BE A JACOB AND BELLA PAIRING SO I'M GOING TO TRY AND GET THEM TOGETHER, BUT I WARN YOU, IT MIGHT TAKE A LITTLE WHILE J PLEASE FEEL FREE TO R&R!!)

DISLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY ASPECT OF THE TWILIAGHT SAGA. THAT LOVELY HONOUR GOES TO THE ONE AND ONLY, STEPHANIE MEYER, HEHE.

Bella POV

When I went to bed that night, the scene between me and Jacob kept on blurring through my head; twisting and mutating until eventually Jacob's face melted into the shape of another's.

We were outside on the porch to Charlie 's house; but all that I could focus on was the snow-white marble planes of his magnificent face; looking frostily down at me through clear honey eyes, then, the dreaded sneer slipped onto his face, as he turned away in disgust.

'Edward!' I shrieked.

The weather around us was suddenly like we were in the middle of a hurricane, him the one constant, in the spinning chaos.

My hair whipped across my face, and, as I tried to remove it from across my eyes, I saw Edward, step out into the whirling mess of leaves and debris.

'No! Edward! Come back!'

I couldn't help but scream his name.

I tried to keep up with him, running as fast as could in his general direction. Searching for a glimpse of him.

I could never see him, always sure he there, just outside my line of vision, slinking silently in the darkness-

Knock Knock Knock

Huh?

And with that thought, I heaved myself out of unconsciousness.

I was in bed, the covers thrown across the room, shivering madly.

'Bella!'

A voice whispered urgently. I looked around.

And there perched precariously on my windowsill outside, was Jacob Black, grinning happily at me.

'Jake?' I asked tentatively, sure I was still dreaming.

'Yep, it's me Bells, open the window for me, this position ain't exactly comfy,'

I looked blankly at him for a moment.

Then, his face took on a slightly pained expression, and I stumbled into action.

Flinging the window open, a sharp breeze entered the room, sending the leafs of my English essay into the air on the opposite side of the room, the fresh air slapping my face.

Jacob stood on my window sill, his tall silhouette, crouched as he prepared to jump into my room.

'Move out of the way Bells,' he whispered, rolling back onto the balls of his feet.

'You'll wake Charlie,' I hissed, edging backwards.

He jumped, landing deftly on the balls of his feet, making only the smallest thud.

We both listened, Charlie's snores stuttered and then picked up its lilting rhythm once again.

'Sorry about that,' Jake pointed to the mess of papers on my floor, and before I knew it, he was gathering them up.

Wow, that was fast, almost Edward fast.

Then a thought struck me, 'I thought you weren't allowed to see me,'

He smiled mischeiviously, 'I'm not. But I had to see you Bella,'

He shuffled the papers together and shoved them back on my desk.

A wave of tiredness swept over, and before I knew it; he was before me, wrapping my cast-off duvet around my shoulders, like a cape.

The hint of a smile played on his lips, I thought for one wild moment, that he was going to kiss me?

Did I want him to kiss me? I wasn't sure!

I liked Jacob, I liked his warmth, his smile, personality, strength-

'Now Bella,' he breathed, 'I'm going to try and answer your questions,'

Huh?

I thought I might as well bite the bullet, and ask my main question.

'Why did you say you couldn't see me earlier, and then turn up now? Its so confusing,' I urged.

Another wave of ripple of tiredness undulated through me, and suddenly, his arms were around my waist and guiding me gently back to bed.

'I want to be here for you Bella, I do… You have no idea how tightly I'm bound…'

He hesitiated, then sat next to me on the bed, turning to be in frustration, 'You see, its so annoying, as I already told you all the-' he choked and spat out the word 'stories'

'Stories, Jake?'

Huh?

And then its clicked, that day on LaPush beach, I'd flirted with him, very badly, asking him to tell me the folk legends, that he didn't believe in..

There had been loads, one of which had revealed Edward's true nature to me. So clearly.

'Legends?' I asked incredulously.

He nodded tightly.

'I have changed Bella,' he said significantly.

The words echoed around and around I my head, and then burned through the blur of time, focusing on one particular legend he'd told me.

The one where the Quileute men could turn into wolves, to protect the clan from the Cold Ones.

'No!' The word escaped my mouth, before it had asked my brain permission to leave, 'No, Jake! Seriously,'

He leaned closer, 'What do you think?' His dark eyes, soft lips, tantalisingly close.

'Werewolf?' I whispered, my face frozen in shock.

He began to look worried, 'Is that ok with you?' he murmured.

I shook my head, clearing it.

But he seemed to take it as a no, and his face crumpled.

'No! Jake! Of course its weird, but your Jacob!' I paused, before saying quickly 'I'd love you in any form!'

The soft lips burst into a grin, visible in the semi-darkness, 'You love me?'

I nodded, shyly, cheeks blushing the deepest shade of red, and before I knew it, a warm hand was coaxing my face to tilt upwards.

'I love you too Bella,'

A small smile appeared on the corners of my mouth, 'Really?'

'Yup… But Bella, I know that your still raw from…' He didn't need to say the name, I flinched, involuntarily.

'See!' He whispered sadly, my reaction had confirmed his thoughts,

'But Jake, I want to forget him, I don't want to hurt any-more. And I love you. A lot.'

I continued, on this new train of thought;

'And yes, its different to how I felt for … him. But I LOVE you and adore you. With him, my love was an infatuation. I just realised that, right now, how it wasn't equal,'

I shut my eyes, and slowly leaned in; brushing my lips to his, they were as warm and soft as I'd thought.

I leaned back and looked shyly at his reaction.

I didn't have to wait long.

All of a sudden he was everywhere, his heat radiated through my body, like sunshine of a hot day.

I smiled triumphantly as his lips gently kissed my neck, moving up to my jaw-line.

His lips claimed mine, unexpectedly gentle and sweet. Then our mouth met for longer, more intense and luxuriant.

I felt a burning hand running through my hair, another around my waist, pulled me tighter against his chest.

We were made for each other.

We fitted together, like two halves of a whole.

I hadn't realised how good it felt to have warm arms, supporting me tenderly.

Warm hands, tracing my face, lovingly.

Warm lips teasing mine.

We stopped, breathing heavily, foreheads connected.

He gave a subtle shaky laugh, 'Wow…'

'I know!' I giggled breathlessly.

Suddenly as if he heard something, his head flicked to the window, and he looking reluctant, said 'I have to go, Sam needs me'

'So soon?' I whined, pouting. 'Hang on…? Sam? Sam Uley? No way-!'

He stood up and looked down on me, his tanned, high-cheek bones accented in the moonlight.

'I'll try and explain, as best I can, another time,' He promised.

His voice, warm and smooth as melted caramel; sounded so grown up and responsible all of a sudden. 'It's kinda complicated,'

He walked backwards, at human pace, towards the window, opening it carefully 'I'll call you,' he said with a laugh.

'Not if I call you first,' I joked, getting out of bed and attempting a bit of typical dating lingo – not like that had ever applied to my relationships…

First a vampire, now a werewolf, what's next; a gnome?

He caught me up, and kissed me gently, and with one last flash of his mischievous grin, he launched himself through my window, disappearing into the darkness, leaving me standing in bright moonlight, shutting it behind him.

'Actually,' I thought as I stumbled back to bed, 'I'm really hoping I never have to find out, what mythical creature wants to date me next, '

I realised with a contented smile, as I began to drift off to sleep, that a large part of my heart yearned to be with Jake, forever.