A/N All Twilight character's belong to Stephenie Meyer

V-Day special..double update..lol. enjoy..next update as soon as i write it ; ) Also, this chapter containers spoilers of the movie Whiteout with Kate Beckinsale..so if you haven't seen and want to (I highly vote against...it sucked..) be forwarned..lol

Bella

Jake smelled like heaven; like pure, unadulterated male heaven; either that or a Hollister model. Every so often I would lean toward him and just take a deep breath, breathing in his cologne or whatever it was he was wearing. It made me dizzy with lust and longing. I wanted to lean over and attack him, have my way with him on my overstuffed couch. However, I behaved myself and sat there trying to make sense of the movie playing on the television. So far, and we were only six and a half minutes in at this point, I was not impressed. Then six guys ran by in nothing but fur hats and I burst out laughing.

Jake glanced over at me, a wry smile on his face. "Yeah that was pretty amusing. I know some guys who would run stark ass naked through the Antarctic afternoon in nothing but their birthday suits."

I didn't say anything. I leaned back, turning my head toward him and took another deep breath. When Kate Beckinsale shucked her clothes off I waited for him to say something – make a noise, anything but he just sat there with a straight face.

I was impressed. Either he was trying to make a good impression or he didn't care. Rex would have made all kinds of perverted noises and nasty comments. I returned the favor when Alex O'Loughlin came parading down the hallway in nothing but a towel.

Jake wasn't fooled. He snorted. "That the kind of guy you normally go for?" he mused.

I shook my head no. "I don't have a type," I replied. "And if I did have a type, it would be male, plain and simple."

"You don't fool me," he laughed.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, whatever. Just so you know you don't fool me either." I glanced over at him; he was staring back at me, amusement in his eyes. I wanted to kiss him; just lean over and plant one on him and let the chips fall where they may.

I leaned toward him, getting ready to do it, take that leap. The shrill ringing of my house phone stopped me. "Damn it," I muttered.

"Want me to pause it?" Jake asked.

I shook my head no. "I'm lost, so I doubt I'll miss much. I'll be right back." I went into the kitchen and picked up the handset. Peering at the caller ID I groaned.

Might as well answer it, the inner bitch whispered, if you don't she's gonna keep calling.

I know, I shot back. "Hello?" I said softly. "Isabella," Renee's haughty voice said. I cringed at the formal use of my name.

"Hello Mother," I replied icily.

"Have you gotten my message?" she asked. "About dinner?"

"Yes Mother, I got the message." I could feel my irritation rising. I should have just let the call go to voicemail.

"Isabella," Renee said slowly. "Have you no manners? Why have you not returned my call?"

"I've been busy mother, and right now I have company. I think it would be rather rude to carry on a phone conversation while my guest sits alone. I will call you tomorrow and we can discuss this then."

"Fine, but make sure you do call. I need to know if you're going to be attending dinner and if that scoundrel of a boyfriend is accompanying you."

"Yes Mother," I replied. "I will talk to you tomorrow. Goodbye." I hung up and went back to the living room. Jake was sitting on the couch, waiting patiently, the movie paused. "What happened?"

"It got good," Jake grinned. "Someone just tried to kill this chick, she got away and I paused it. Is everything okay?"

I nodded and sat down beside him on the couch. "Everything is fine. Let's finish the movie." Jake turned it back on, and sat back, watching as the plot unfolded before us.

"Who's the killer?" he asked as a ton of snow and ice came crashing down on the main characters.

I shrugged. "My intuition sucks. Whenever I watch movies like this, or those whodunit shows, forget about it, I never get it right. I always pick the wrong person and I'm totally stunned when the killer is finally revealed. But if I had to venture a guess, I'm going to say it's the guy who gave her the sparkly dice in the beginning."

"Or not," Jake replied as the two feds attempted to cut off the hot Aussie's pinky finger.

"I warned you," I told Jake. "I suck at the whodunit game."

"Nah," he laughed. "I don't think he did it."

"Who did it then?" I asked.

"I think it was the blond guy, him," he said pointing to the male lead.

"We'll see," I replied. Jake nodded.

Ten minutes of ridiculous nonsense and we were still no closer to finding out who the real killer was. "This is stupid," I muttered.

"I know," Jake agreed. "You'd think she'd know better than to wander off alone, especially there there's a killer on the loose."

I tapped my fingers impatiently as yet another grotesque corpse was shown and waited for the all important discovery to be made.

"Want me to fast forward it?" Jake asked.

I nodded and handed him the DVD remote. "Go for it."

"Oh shit!" he exclaimed and set the remote down. "Looks like the good doctor is a quack."

"Ah jeez," I groaned and covered my eyes.

"It's just a dead body," Jake laughed.

"Yeah, she's shoving her hand into a dead body," I muttered. "That's just gross."

We watched as the final killer was revealed. "Looks like we were both wrong," Jake said.

I laughed and agreed. "Looks like we both suck at the whodunit game."

"Yeah." Jake stifled a yawn and glanced down at his watch.

"Wow, am I that boring?" I asked.

His cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "No," he assured me, "it's not that. I wake up early, force of habit."

We sat there in silence for a while. "We can watch another movie," I suggested, or fuck like rabbits, hell I'd even settle for a good old fashioned teenage inspired make out session here on the couch, I thought.

"Or we can talk," he said.

"Just not about our families," I snickered.

"Exactly. So let's see." He got up off the couch and powered on the CD player. "What are you listening to right now."

I waited with baited breath, unsure of what was going to come pouring out of the CD player. Safe, I thought, as Set Fire to the Third Bar by Snow Patrol played.

"I love Snow Patrol," Jake said with a smile. He smiled a lot, I'd noticed. Not that it bothered me, he had a nice smile. "What else do you have in here?"

He pushed the button, the track changed, this time to Joshua Radin. Again Jake grinned and pressed the button. Norah Jones, John Mayer, Ok Go, Carolina Liar, Dashboard Confessional; I was pleased that the CD was behaving and had yet to embarrass me.

Yeah, I spoke too soon. The damn CD player betrayed me and I felt a heated blush creep across my face as the song played.

"This town's too small

For you to run around like you do

You're takin' things

That just don't belong to you

Picture yourself inside a room now

Imagine the freedom that you lose

I wanted to die, to just sink into the floor.

Well baby it all comes back to haunt you

In the end

Baby it hurts the most when you don't have a friend

You know you broke our trust

And now you're stuck on the wrong side of the fence

Baby it all comes back to haunt you

In the end"

"This guy's voice sounds so familiar, but I can't figure out who it is," Jake said, his fingers tapping the beat onto the leg of his jeans.

Please don't ask, please don't ask, I mentally begged. I will feel so stupid if I have to tell you who this is, god damn People Magazine. God damn you too Entertainment Weekly.

"Who is this?" he asked.

"Nick Jonas and the Administration," I mumbled.

"I'm sorry, what?" he said.

"Nick Jonas and the Administration," I repeated more clearly this time.

Jake nodded appreciatively. "He's one of those Jonas Brothers kids isn't he?"

I nodded wondering how the hell he knew that, but I kept my mouth shut. "I like this; he's got a John Mayer kind of sound to him."

I exhaled and sent a silent prayer of thanks to heaven that he didn't rib me for my choice in music. The cd changer whirled and the next cd played.

"Interesting taste in music," Jake said after skipping through The Airborne Toxic Event, Ingrid Michaelson, You Me At Six, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Used and Lady Gaga.

I shrugged. "What can I say; I love a little bit of everything. If it's got a good beat or a bluesy guitar I'm hooked. How about you, what kind of music do you like?"

Jake leaned against the loveseat and fixed his gaze on me. "I'm the same way. If it's got a nice beat, or the lyrics are good, then I like it. Like I said earlier, I love Snow Patrol. I'm not too fond of The Beatles though."

I gasped at him. "Are you serious? The Beatles, they are like, I don't know, epic."

Jake shrugged. "My mom loves The Beatles, but me, The Beatles, yeah whatever. Their lyrics make no sense, their voices aren't that great. They just aren't my cup of tea. Ever hear of Crosby Loggins?"

I shook my head no. The name sounded familiar, but if I'd ever heard his music I had no idea. "He's Kenny Loggins son; he's got a good sound. I like him, Theory of a Deadman, John Mayer, Framing Hanley, Anberlin, Kings of Leon. Bands like that."

I nodded and thought about the last time I had a conversation like this with a man. Hmm, never, I finally decided. Majority of the men I knew were mostly interested in getting in my pants, not my mind.

"What are you thinking about?" Jake asked, cocking his head to side and peering at me.

"Nothing," I said softly, my blush giving me away.

"This is the case of you not saying enough. You're thinking about something."

Fine, I decided. You want to know, I'll tell you. "I was just thinking about how it's been a long time since I had a conversation with a man that didn't revolve around him trying to get me into bed."

"How do you know I'm not trying to get you into bed?" Jake replied.

My face flushed an even deeper shade of red. "Because if you were, you wouldn't have spent four hours getting to know all my favorite things; instead, when you knocked on my door this afternoon you would have just taken me to bed then instead of asking me out to coffee and coming back to my apartment and watching the worst movie, and if you were trying to get me into bed you wouldn't be sitting here now drilling me about my favorite bands."

Jake shrugged lazily. "Perhaps," he said. "Or perhaps my intentions all along were to butter you up and then get you into bed. Maybe this is my M.O. make you feel all comfortable, then seduce you until you're nothing but putty in my hands."

I shivered. The thought of being seduced by not only a marine, but a younger man; oh la la.

Oh shut up, the inner bitch said snidely. He's two years younger than you. You make it seem like he should be calling you Mrs. Robinson.

Coo coo ca-choo, I thought back.

"Or perhaps," I said calmly, "you're just full of yourself. And perhaps it was my plan to seduce you." I sipped my soda and let him ponder that little nugget of information.

The radio decided to add its two cents and The Spill Canvas, and what Alice called "the get it on song" started.

Don't you just love the feeling of my fingertips,
circling your lips.
Don't you just love the desire taking hold of you,
I can tell you do.
I know all your favorite spots,
and tonight we will connect the dots.

Jake and I sat across from each other, the air crackling with sexual tension, each of us silently daring the other to make the first move. My heart beat slowly increased as the song played. Oh fuck, I thought, go over there and just do it already and stop acting like you damn five years old.

It went from bad to worse on the radio. The Spill Canvas ended and Emanuel started.

I grab her hips and pull her in closer.
I close my eyes and it turns her on.
We press our skin and, though it resists, oh I slip inside.
I feel her breath, it slides down my neck
Yeah, yeah, we sweat to the rhythm that we make.
Make love. Hate yourself. But, baby, I'm all yours, yeah.

Holy fucking shit he probably thought I was the most perverted person on the planet. First we're connecting the dots, now we're gonna make tonight. The song continued, furthering my mortification.

Sweet, so sweet. You know you taste so good.
This is the night you are the fire.
Come on, come on, come on.
Sweet, so sweet.
And we melt into the floor as one.

Jake was lithe, like a tiger. Before the last note of the chorus was done he was across the room, his hands skimmed across my cheeks, a trail of heat as they travelled into my hair, he pulled my face tight against his as he invaded my senses. I groaned into his mouth and felt the back of the couch dig into my back. I felt momentarily paralyzed, unable to move and completely overcome with the most heady combination of lust and desire ten times more powerful than anything I'd ever felt before.

Jake wound his fingers in my hair, pulling it. I gasped at the pleasurable pain and nipped his lip with my teeth. His palms were warm on my cheeks as I reminded myself to breathe. This was like one of those damn Grey's Anatomy kisses, powerfully hot and seven kinds of take your breath away.

The song ended and he pulled away leaving me desperately wanting more. He kissed along my jaw, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "Just like I said," he murmured in my ear. "Putty. I have to go, it's getting late and I think I've left my grandmother alone for too long. Do you have plans tomorrow?"

I shook my head no as my words had escaped me. "Would you like to maybe have dinner with me?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly. "Dinner sounds nice. What time?"

"Is eight good?"

I nodded again.

"Good. I'll see you at eight. Good night Miss Swan."

"Night, Jake."

He stood up smoothly and let himself out. As the door clicked shut behind him, I briefly wondered what, exactly, I had gotten myself into.

Hrm, I was gonna say reviews are better than finally getting some action, but that's a lie...so reviews are better than a double update

"Can't Fight It" by Oh Mercy

"Mrs. Robinson" by Simon & Garfunkle

"In the End" by Nick Jonas & The Administration

"Connect the Dots" by The Spill Canvas