Warnings: Mild swearing. Some lip action. A little frottage :o No beta…

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Chapter 7: It's Fate

Jacob POV:

As Jacob sat on the tree trunk, waiting for Leah, his mind couldn't keep from replaying his kiss with Edward. So consumed in nostalgia, he didn't notice Edward's probing gaze. Nor did he remember Edward could read minds, so his thoughts were easy pickings. Soft lips, sweet taste, Jacob was practically purring in his head. He was almost salivating from thinking about what it could have led to…

Edward blushed, reading the train of thought. Edward cleared his throat snapping Jacob out of his reverie. Looking into Edward's eyes, Jacob blushed. However, despite his embarrassment, the lust in his eyes remained.

Jacob scooted closer to Edward. Edward scooted away. Jacob could see where this was going, and he was putting an end to it! Almost lunging onto Edward, Jacob held tight to Edward's shirt, pulling Edward close to him and kissing him on the lips.

Edward didn't respond for a whole five seconds, letting Jacob's lips move against his, neither encouraging nor discouraging him. Then, he slowly began to respond, lips pushing back against Jacob's. If it was possible, Jacob began to kiss Edward more fervently now he knew Edward wanted it to.

Deciding to tease Edward a little bit, Jacob swivelled his hips from his position on Edward's lap. Edward let loose a low moan. Jacob wriggled harder. Edward's hands shot out to still Jacob's hips, but to no avail. When Edward's hands settled on his hips, Jacob seemed to take it as encouragement and rubbed his crotch against Edward's. Edward growled low in his throat. About to take it as step farther, Jacob was interrupted by the sound of fast approaching steps.

"Jacob? Is that you?" Leah's voice called from the trees off to the right.

Jacob hopped off of Edward's lap as though he had been burned, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and pressing his shorts down. Leah came through the trees and into the small clearing the tree trunk must have made when it fell.

She looked at Jacob, saying, "Are you OK? I heard moaning… Oh my God, is that the leech?" she spat. "What is he doing here?" she asked Jacob, hands on her hips, eyes narrowed and watching Edward's every move. Edward watched her warily in return.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about that. That's why it was so pressing that you come so soon. I wanted to tell beforehand, rather than in front of the entire Pack."

Leah narrowed her eyes. "Tell me what? And is he why you came to La Push?" Leah asked; face full of nothing short of contempt for Edward.

"Yes, he is why I came, but some things have happened since my call to Alice."

"Alice?"

"Yeah, let me tell you…" Jacob began, recounting everything that had been happened since he set out that morning.

By the end, Leah's mouth had fallen open, eyes wide with what could only be seen as shock.

"Close your mouth, Ally, or you may just catch flies," Jacob joked.

Leah's mouth snapped closed with an audible click. "Oh, wow. So, you— —" she pointed at Jacob, "—and him?" She threw a glance at Edward.

Jacob nodded.

Leah let out a whoosh of air, running a hand through her hair as she looked between the pair. "What are you going to tell Bella?" she asked after a moment.

"Not sure yet, I guess I'll have to wait until I see her to find out. I'll probably just wing it."

"Good luck, especially since you have to tell the Pack right now, too. Fucking blows." Leah said sympathetically.

"Tell me about it," Jacob muttered. "Well, Ally, this is Edward. Edward, this is Leah."

"Hello," Edward said, his hand outstretched.

Leah looked him up and down with narrowed eyes, sniffed the air. She grimaced then stuck out her hand, too. "You smell like fucking bleach. God, it's making my nose burn," she complained pumping his hand up and down.

"You smell like wet dog," Edward was quick to retort. "So, I guess we're even."

Leah looked at him appraisingly, saying, "Quick witted, polite. Well, Jacob, you certainly could have done worse."

"So glad to have your approval," Jacob said dryly.

Leah grinned at him. Edward grinned, too, unable to resist. Jacob laughed.

"Okay, so about what we're going to say to the Pack about everything…"

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Walking onto his street, hand clutching Edward's, Jacob held his head high. They decided the best way to show the Pack he was willing to fight for Edward—should the situation arise—would be by first showing that he was willing to put other things on the line. And, by that one gesture, he was risking a lot of things. Like his relationship with his father and the other Pack members, for example.

But, Jacob was willing to risk that. Edward was the centre of his universe now. Everything else was second best to Edward now, even his own father. Wincing at how that sounded, Jacob walked up to his house. He opened the door without knocking, letting Leah enter first.

His father, Sam, Paul, Embry, and Quil were all sitting on his sofa, in what was obviously a very heated discussion. They looked up at Jacob with smiles that disappeared as soon they took notice of Edward.

Multiple things happened at once, including, but not limited to, Paul lunging at Edward, Sam snarling at their interlocked hands, and Jacob's father, Billy, passing out in his wheelchair.

When Jacob seemed about to growl back at Sam, his Alpha, Edward decided to do something. Placing a calming hand on Jacob's chest, he cleared his throat. Six pairs of eyes swivelled to his direction.

"As you might have guessed," the Vampire said, "I am Jacob's Mate. His Imprint."

Billy, who had recently regained consciousness, passed out once again at the word Mate.

"Now, whether or not you accept that, is obviously up to you. Just remember that Jacob had no choice in this. Fate decided that I complimented Jacob so perfectly that I was his Mate. Essentially, when I was born more than one hundred years ago, even when I was bitten, Fate let this happen, moulded me for this moment when I would become Jacob's Mate. There's no use in arguing with Nature, much less with Fate."

Sam seemed thoughtful, while Paul seethed. But, then again, Paul was always angry. Guy needs to get laid, Jacob mused. Edward grinned.

…TBC…