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"I'm almost there. I'm gonna'…I'm-Oh yes. Yes!"
"No, no, no! Not yet! You can't!"
"Oooh! Yes! Take that!" Renesmee shouted triumphantly, flinging the white game controller at her husband and dancing about.
"How'd you do that?" Jacob scowled.
"Why is it hard to believe that I beat you at a car racing video game? That's totally amateur, even for me," she cocked a perfectly arched brow at him.
"And you're some expert gamer now?" he asked, still sitting in shock, his controller in one hand, the other resting on his knee.
"You can call it whatever you want," she smiled at his amused face. "I used to play with Emmett all the time…Aren't you proud?"
"Maybe," he answered, grinning already.
"How's that ego I love so much?" she asked with a smile on her lips and her hands on her hips.
"A little bruised, I'll admit," he shrugged, "but I'm sure it'll feel fine again after another rematch?"
"No, Jacob," she said, shaking her head. "No way! A deal's a deal. You promised if I win the next game, you'd get dressed and we'd go out."
"I didn't think you'd take me seriously. I thought you were just humoring me!"
"Well, you thought correctly, because I was humoring you, but that was me being nice. I could have just said 'we're going out, no questions, compromises, ifs, ands or buts!'"
"Do we have to?" he whined.
"If you don't get dressed right now, we are going straight home, and the honeymoon will be over. Understand?" She turned to leave without waiting for his answer.
"Sure…Hey Ness?" Jacob's voice was soft.
"What?" Renesmee huffed, turning on her heel to face her husband.
"You're sexy when you're bossy," Jacob exclaimed, rising from the seat and turning the game system off.
"I thought you said I was sexy all the time," Renesmee replied, repressing the smile that threatened to spread across her face.
"I know, but you're extra sexy."
"Good. Now, get your ass into that room, and be out in ten minutes or else."
"Or else what?" Jacob challenged, grinning.
"You don' t want to know," she warned seriously, glaring at his pearly whites.
"I kind of do," he said jokingly, sticking his tongue out at her.
Jacob trudged to the bathroom, brushing past her on his way there. Renesmee heard him laugh to himself once inside, and she too giggled secretly. She was excited to wear her new shoes, and she slipped them on before staring at her reflection in the mirror. The fuchsia color of her deep neck-lined dress complimented her skin tone marvelously, and the aqua pumps gave her a thrill. She twirled once, pouting her lips at the mirror and fluffing her long auburn curls.
The bathroom door creaked open, and Jacob stood under the doorframe, pulling an undershirt over his head. She pretended not to notice him, but caught his smirk as he glanced in her direction and retrieved a button down from a drawer. Renesmee restrained herself from turning around and ogling him, though she was very close.
"I'm ready," Jacob announced, running his hands through his short hair.
"It's about time," she retorted.
Jacob snorted. He wondered how long she planned on keeping up with this charade, for he knew that she could never be truly upset with him. He watched her fingers linger at the back of her neck as she pulled her hair to the side. Jacob's hungry eyes immediately locked onto that single patch of freckled skin. Somehow, he had the feeling she'd done this on purpose. She had drawn him to her to tease him, knowing that he could not have her that instant because of the video game wager and the promise he'd made her to get out of the villa a bit more often. Now, he would not be able to think of anything but her skin and how he longed to kiss it.
He followed her out, and she reached for his hand, to Jacob's surprise, explaining that the restaurant they were to visit was only a walking distance from where they were staying. Jacob realized quickly that she had understated "walking distance," being that it took them an hour to get there. Perhaps, walking distance to a half vampire was what walking distance was to an average human being, 10 to 15 minutes for example. Nevertheless, she held his hand in hers the entire way, and he liked it very much.
"I don't know what I want yet," Renesmee declared when they were seated at the restaurant in the center of the room, her lips scrunching thoughtfully to the side.
The truth was neither did Jacob, but he couldn't concentrate on picking a meal when most of the men's eyes were glued to his wife. Hell, even some women were peeking. Couldn't they see she was his? He wanted to grab her in his arms and run for dear life away from this place where other men dared to look at her perfection. Damn the host for putting them in the center of the restaurant!
"Do you know what you're getting?" Renesmee asked, looking up from her menu and into Jacob's troubled eyes.
"What's the matter?" she asked quickly, frowning at the thought of Jacob not enjoying himself.
"Nothing," he replied, offering her a small smile.
Renesmee was not convinced, but she chose not press the issue further. She perused the names of the dishes in her menu, wondering what could possibly be bothering Jacob. Surely, he didn't take her teasing him to heart, had he?
Suddenly, their waitress, a bubbly twenty something with pin straight brown hair, arrived and asked for their orders. Jacob announced that he still hadn't decided, but to please take his wife's order and he'd let her know when he'd chosen. Renesmee ordered a steak, rare, and another glass of wine. Twice, the waitress had forgotten what salad Renesmee asked for, before she figured out that the girl was ogling her husband.
"Jacob!" Renesmee snapped when the brunette left them.
"What?" Jacob inquired, casting a fiercely stern look at a man to the table next to them.
"What is the matter with you! Pay attention!" she scolded.
"To what?" he asked. He was paying attention…to all the dirt bags checking out his wife while their girlfriends vied for their interest.
"To me! That waitress has been trying to flirt with you."
"What! No she's not!"
"Why do you think she lingered so long and practically read you the menu and recommended her favorites to you?"
"Because she was trying to be helpful," he shrugged, shaking his head incredulously as one man elbowed his friend and nodded his head in Renesmee's direction.
He really didn't care for this waitress. To be honest, he hadn't even taken a good look at her, and he didn't care to. Why would he?
"More like she was trying to help herself into your lap." Renesmee's eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of her head.
"Well, how about every guy in here undressing you with their eyes! Why'd you have to wear that dress?" he asked her in an angry whisper.
"Because you told me you liked it!" she explained, nearly shouting.
"I do!" he exclaimed.
"I know!" she said.
The waitress reappeared, refilling their glasses, and Renesmee couldn't help rolling her eyes when she asked if they needed anything else, staring mainly at Jacob.
"No, thank you!" Renesmee answered for the both of them, staring the tiny brunette down. She seemed to take the hint and fled from the table. Renesmee sighed.
"Jacob," she said.
"Yes, Ness," he answered.
"These people are rude. Can we ignore them and enjoy each other?"
"Fine. I mean, I guess."
She reached over for his hand and smiled.
"I love you," Jacob proclaimed, loud enough for all the insipid men, and even the delusional waitress- delusional to think she could ever have a chance when all he could see was Renesmee before him- to hear.
"I love you too," she replied much more sweetly than he'd expected. Her thumb rubbed his hand affectionately, and he tugged her fingers gently to his lips, kissing each one, rolling them into a fist and then kissing her knuckles.
Renesmee blushed. She closed her eyes to the feel of Jacob's warm lips on her skin, and she swayed silently to live band's soft and melodious music. Jacob saw a couple stand to dance, and he too stood walking over to her, their hands still entwined, as he lifted her from her seat and led her to the dance floor.
"Dance with me until the food's arrived," he told her, and she complied.
They reached the center of the dance floor, and Jacob wrapped an arm around Renesmee's waist, pulling her close. She leaned her head on his chest, closing her eyes and swaying softly.
"I'm sorry for getting upset about those other guys," Jacob said near her ear.
"I forgive you. Forget I said anything about the stupid waitress too, okay?"
"Forgotten," he said laughing. Renesmee opened her eyes and lifted her head to watch her husband's face.
"Thank you for taking me out," she said.
"You were right. It's nice to go out sometimes," he shrugged.
"I told you so," she smiled.
"Yes, you did."
Standing on her toes, Renesmee pressed her mouth against her husbands. Her lips on his took him by surprise. She kissed him chastely at first, and then it evolved into something a bit more explicit. Her hands knotted into his hair, then fell to his cheeks, holding his face lovingly in her hands. Her lips parted his and she dipped her tongue into his mouth, sighing when it danced with his own. Jacob's long arms squeezed her body to his, holding her in a vice like grip. She moaned into his mouth, her breasts extremely sensitive against his chest. Her hands fell to her sides, and she scratched lightly at his clothed torso. Jacob's pants were suddenly very tight as his arousal strained against the material of his slacks.
"Stop," he gasped, blinking his eyes open, though he couldn't remember when he'd closed them. She was gasping too.
"I'm sorry," she panted, her bright eyes intense. "Sorry," she whispered again.
"I don't mind. It's just that I can't be aroused here, of all places."
"I think you can."
"I am."
"I know," she smirked. "I felt it." She had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
Jacob chuckled, kissing the top of her head and looking around them. Fortunately, not too many people stared, but most of them did. The song had ended, and a faster, more upbeat tune began. Nessie tugged on his hand and led them back to the table.
"I'll be right back," she said, leaving Jacob alone. He watched her from behind, admiring her body as she took hold of their waitress and began talking to her. Nessie looked brilliant and perfect and charming as ever as she thanked the waitress and headed back to the table.
"Get up," she commanded.
"Is something wrong with our dinner?" Jake asked.
"No, silly. We're switching tables."
"Why?" he asked daftly. Renesmee's eyes slanted, and she smiled a naughty little smile.
"Just follow me," she said, walking in front of him.
She took his hand and led him downstairs to an entirely different atmosphere. It seemed to be a lounge of sorts, but with booths instead of tables with thick, dark curtains that draped over and around the allotted area. Nessie pulled a paper card from her purse and handed it to an employee waiting in front of a line of velvet ropes. He let them through, and Renesmee sauntered to the very end of where the booths lined up, large gaps between them.
"Nessie, what is this?" Jacob asked curiously.
"Shhh," she said, pulling the drapes apart and walking in. Jacob followed.
"Wow," he said, looking about. Instead of dining chairs, they had a very comfortable looking loveseat. A small table with sweet delights spread out before them, champagne and two glasses in an iced bucket on another side of the booth and soft music playing above them.
"Isn't it fantastic?" she squealed in delight throwing her arms around his neck and kissing along his jaw and chin. She captured his lips, licking and sucking them as she reached down to the front of his pants.
He caught her hand, pulled her up and carried her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She nudged him down onto the loveseat.
"Baby," he said, swooning, "What is this?"
"It's a gift from me to you," she replied, kissing his neck and licking his ear.
"And it's a great gift, Ness, but I mean, what is this place?" She chose not to answer right away. Instead, she gyrated her hips against his and nibbled on his ear, moaning and sighing into it.
"It's a wonderful honeymoon treat for us." She paused as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger through her dress. "In other words, it's a private little place for couples who can't keep off of each other."
"That is…a great idea," he mused, bringing her dress straps down and kissing along her shoulders and between her breasts. She moaned in response before pushing off him, bringing her straps up and smirking at him.
Jacob watched her, his mouth agape, his chest heaving deeply. She licked her red lips and bit them as she reached under her dress and playfully shimmied out of her underwear, purely for his entertainment. She smiled now at his expression. He almost looked as though he stopped breathing.
"Are you trying to kill me?" he asked when she dropped to her knees before him and tugged at his belt and pants. Renesmee giggled as Jacob helped her remove his belt. She pulled his pants down and off his legs along with his underwear.
"Tell me you're happy," she said, climbing into his lap, her dress bunched up around her waist, and his arousal standing at attention against her stomach.
"I am so happy," he replied, kissing her. "You're amazing." He nibbled on her skin delicately. Renesmee gasped, her eyes struggling to stay open.
"Jake," she murmured, kissing him softly.
"What, honey?" he asked, kneading her behind and rubbing her back.
"Please," she said biting his plump bottom lip, and he knew.
He positioned himself at her entrance, pushing into her slowly. They both moaned aloud, gripping each other's flesh and kissing over and over again. They stayed that way for a few minutes before Jacob began jerking his lower half upwards. Renesmee helped, meeting each one of his thrusts.
Soon, they were sweaty, and the scent of their arousal filled the booth. Renesmee was making all sorts of delicious noises that pleased her husband. He sucked on lip, her neck and her right breast before she shook violently with her orgasm. Her walls clenched around him, pulling and sucking him until he too came, his legs limp beneath the two of them. They sat connected and exhausted, holding, groping and kissing each other frantically.
Before he knew it, Jacob was hard again, and he thrust into Renesmee's petite body. Renesmee could feel the tightening build again, threatening to burst with each of Jacob's thrusts. He was so close to making her come again, and she whimpered impatiently as she waited on edge. She heard him groan beneath her, mentioning her name as he came, triggering her second orgasm.
They sat still as the musty air in the room, sighing and caressing each other. Moments later, they separated and righted their frazzled appearances. Jacob pulled his clothes back on, and Renesmee lowered her dress.
"Forgot something?" Jacob asked, dangling her panties before her.
"No," she smirked. "Those are for you."
They stared at each other, and Jacob grinned, pocketing the cream lace underwear and tangling an arm around her. He parted her lips with his own, pouring his never-ending love into the kiss.
"I feel so empty," he joked when they separated.
"And I'm so hungry," she said, taking his hand and leading him back upstairs.
Sorry I haven't updated in foreverrrr! School started & it sucks. I basically have no time to write much anymore. Also I mentioned on my profile page, if you've seen it because I never can, that I was working on a new fic, but I wont be posting that any time soon, so yeeeah. Just you wait pretty babies.
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