For the Argentinian (I have no idea if I spelled that right lol) because Edward has jealousy problems… also, tell me if u like the flashback section of this one…

The only,

Viva

EPOV

"You are an asshole."

I know I sound like a spoiled brat but I don't care. Jacob and I were heading home from the house in Forks. Only Alice, Jazz, Carlisle and Esme lived there now. Emmet and Rose felt the need for another 'vacation'.

He tries to hold my hand but I flinch away from him, curled to one side in the car seat, about to fall out of the window.

"What the hell, Edward!"

"Why were you thinking about Jasper the entire time we were watching the movie?!"

His confused expression makes me bite back an explanation. Ah, what the fuck.

"I SAW YOU LOOKING AT HIM!!"

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We went over there for movie night, like we do every Thursday night. I've always liked Billy Elliot (and not just because Michael and Billy belong together. Even though they totally do. All that 'I'm not a pouf' shite is lousy…) but I was distracted by Jacob's thoughts.

Usually I have no problem accidentially overhearing because he's gotten good at blocking me except when he wants to be heard. He claims that in order to have a normal relationship, part of it means that I can't always know what's inside his head.

The same phrases keep on breaking through and they make me more and more angry each time I hear them. Jasper…Hot…Fuck me, please… I turn towards Alice who I'm sitting next to on the sofa and she pats my hand as if to say 'calm the fuck down, I'm watchin the movie.' So I redirect my glare to Jasper who is sitting on the floor in front of Jacob, trying to outdo me with his outrageous Southern Charm and blondieness.

He laughs. Fucker. Turning towards me he mouths 'you are fucking insane' before looking back at the screen. It's my favorite part! Now, whenever I see that scene where Billy is teaching Michael ballet in the gym, it will be tainted with memories of Jacob staring blatantly at the screen while chewing his bottom lip, almost blushing as his ridiculously loud mind keeps on repeating that damn phrase!

I excuse myself and go out back and rip a few trees out of the ground. I am still pissed. Jacob is gonna get an earful the second those car doors close.

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I can't believe him.

He's sitting there like he has no idea what I'm talking about. Dumbass.

"You need to get your jealousy under control, Edward! This is fucking insane!"

"Don't you call me insane, Jacob Black! I'm not thinking about fucking your sister!"

He rolls his eyes and I swear I see red. "Pull the damn car over."

He drives faster, the trees outside just blurs of green and brown.

"Pull the fucking car over, Jacob."

He turns to me with such anger in his eyes, then he swerves to the left quiskly, the car stopping abruptly. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? And I almost feel guilty. Almost.

I can't believe you! You are so freakin dense, y'know that? Always so freakin afraid that I'll leave you! Well know what, Edward? I wouldn't do that you self-concious little brat!

"Then explain to me, why were you thinking about Jasper!?"

He sighs. Do I have to tell you?

"If you want to continue any kind of relationship, yes."

What did you hear?

I whisper it brokenly, my voice catching as I realize this might be the end. The end of us. "Jasper…Hot…Fuck me, please…" I watch his face contort into a smirk and my heart sinks in my chest. Has he no shame? Fantasizing about my brother right in front of my face?

"Okay," He sighs again. "We'll go one phrase at a time. The Jasper was for Jasper."

'Duh', I say in my head, about ready to rip his head off for talking to me like I'm six years old.

"I was thanking him for not ratting me that time I snuck into your room when I was supposed to be at home, studying. The 'Hot' was for how fucking gorgeous you are when you get all worked up when you watch that damn movie."

'Oh shit,' and I'm feeling the splotches of ivory on my cheeks deepen with every word. "The 'Fuck me, please' is for what I wanted to make you whimper when we got home. I was already picturing how I wanted you to pull my head back by my hair while I talk dirty in your ear…"

"Oh." And there's a silence as I realise just how paranoid I am. "Why don't you get rid of me? I'm such a mess."

He grabs one of my hands and whispers in my ear," You're my mess. And I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have you any other way." One of his naughty hands creeps up my thigh. Letting out a soft whimper, I hear his heart speed up.

"Start the car, Jacob. We need to get home."

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His legs are tangled around me as our mouths collide, over and over. He still flinches every time my tongue touches his skin but I love it—I clench one of my hands in his thick hair and let the other slide between us to work on the button of his jeans.

Suddenly, he rolls us over, he's straddling me as scorching kisses are pressed to my chest. I honestly don't know how he does it, every time this happens he finds a new place that will make me moan and scream his name. Tonight, it's right below my jaw on the right side.

His fiery tongue swirls around the spot a few times, lips pressed to icy flesh. I can feel his smile pressing into my skin when I clench my hands tighter as he bites at the tender flesh. He's never gentle with me, which is what I want.

Don't you dare ever think that I want anyone else.

I nod and whimper as he tears my jeans off, lowering his head between my legs. A fleet of butterfly kisses up the insides of my thighs and he slowly eases by boxers down, a long, slow lick from the bottom up. I sigh as he runs his lips up and down my length, just nibbling, always teasing.

Do you understand me?

"Yes Mister Black," and I am breathless.

Good. His mouth engulfs me and it is so hot and wet, I can't believe it—catches me off guard every time.

Man, it pays to tell your boyfriend you think he has a thing for your brother. Especially when you know it's not true…

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August 30, 2007

Jacob's hair. It's so messy when he first wakes up, parts of it are curly while others are ramrod straight, I watch as he attempts to yank a brush through it before sighing at his reflection and heading to his dresser.

"You stay here." I smirk at him, watching his boxer-clad ass as he heads down the hall. He sings to himself as he brushes his teeth. I curl up in his warm Spiderman sheets and wait for his return. Billy and Charlie are out fishing today so we have the house to ourselves…

Fuck.

Jacob wants to go to my house today and talk to everyone about us. No matter how much I'm dreading it, I can't help but smile when he says that, his face glowing with joy.

He comes back a couple minutes later, hair pretty much tamed, shorts and a tee shirt. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me out of the room, down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Why did you come 'visit' me this morning?" I peer up at him through my lashes. I love how he's much taller than me, it makes me feel small. Breakable. Almost human.

"Because I've been thinking about doing that for a while. And the thought of getting caught by Billy is kinda hot." He laughs and my knees turn to jelly. A line of kisses is pressed down my neck, one of his arms snakes around my waist and his hand is in my back pocket. I wince lightly and he stops.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sore?"

I don't really know. I kinda like the slight pain, it's somehow comforting to know that I can still feel it, as undead and damned I may be. I shrug and he just buries his head in the crook of my neck. I love you. And my heart actually beats. Twice.

He freezes. Pulling back, looking at me wide-eyed and in awe he asks Was that..?

I smile at him and he is speechless, a grin plastered on his face as he pulls me close again. Kissing me passionately, both of his hands are in my shirt, peeling the fabric over my head as he ravages my upper body, tickling the soft hair in the hollows beneath my arms.

I can only sigh his name as he kneels in front of me, kissing my navel before moving lower. He looks up into my eyes as he undoes the button of my jeans. His eyelashes are still long and thick but I can't concentrate on them as he works one fiery hand into my boxers.

What a lovely mouth he has, his full lips stretching over the head and I am fucking euphoric.

What a lovely mouth…

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Somehow we leave his house, allbeit hours later, my fingertips tingling and knees weak. Jacob has devoured every scrap of food in the house, claiming that man cannot live on head alone. I laugh at that and bury my head in his chest. Why we are laying on the kitchen floor, I do not know. He plans on stopping for groceries after we talk to my parents. I nod in agreement and momentarily the butterflies in my stomach are exchanged for dread.

I swear, I've never been this nervous and as I'm knocking on the door, he catches one of my hands in his and whispers "You have nothing to worry about." And I hope to God that he's right.

Esme opens the door, looking beautiful as always. She's quite shocked but pleased to see me so happy. "Come in, come in." and the confusion in her eyes almost makes me want to laugh. I hear Jacob bite back a chuckle.

"How are you boys doing? Are you hungry, Jacob?" He shakes his head as we follow her into the living room. Everyone but she and Carlisle are out, by Alice's instruction no doubt.

"Can we talk to you and Carlisle for a minute?" Jacob says and I'm so proud of him because my courage is draining by the second. I have no idea how they'll react. I mena, we're not exactly a classic couple. Sworn enemies actually.

"Okay, dear." And I listen to Esme sing to herself as she goes upstairs, calling Carlisle from his studies.

They're both back in a flash. Carlisle is perplexed, wondering what his son is doing sitting so close to the man he swore he hated. I clear my throat, I just need to do this…

"We're in love." And a weight has been lifted off my shoulders when I see Esme's face light up as she reaches out for Jacob. He allows himslef to be enfolded in her embrace and I'm not at all surprised that he's already thinking of her as 'mom'. Carlisle is a little different though, he beckons Jacob to follow him and they leave out the back door, probably so I can't hear them.

"I'm so happy for you, Edward!" Her words are genuine and I cannot stop smiling.

"Thanks."

"He obviously cares about you very much, couldn't keep his eyes off you for a whole minute!" I smile at her observation and we sit and make small talk, waiting for our men to return.

I hear his approaching psyche and secodns later he's at my side, shaking Carlisle's hand before he head back to the car.

"So…"

"Hmm?" He's letting me drive and I can tell his mind is wandering.

"what did you talk about?"

"Wouldn't you like to know… it's a confidential matter."

I roll my eyes, hoping that Carlisle did not just give his 'safe sex' speech to Jacob. If he did, it might have just been a traumatizing event for him. I guess not, seeing as Jacob hasn't curled up into the fetal position like Emmet did after hearing it. Jasper went away for a while when he heard it and when he came back, he was the silent guy you couldn't have paid him to be before.

We pull into a parking space and as I cut the engine off, he turns to me and slings one arm around my shoulders. "Let's go, popsicle! I'm hungry again!"

So we're off, hand in hand, grabbing a cart as we head towards the frozen foods. He pulls a box of Orange Dreamsicles out and opens it, unwrapping the treat before shoving it into his mouth. I smirk at him when he complains of a brain freeze.

That's when the food-obsession started.

Oops…