Disclaimer: Ya'll know the drill. Song by the Acceptance!
Author's Note: I usually don't like to switch POVs in the middle of stories, but a lot of important things are about to start happening when Jacob isn't there—mostly, just conversations. Would you lovely reviewers mind? Anywho, R&R!
Oh, no
This couldn't be more
Unexpected
And I can tell that I'm been moving in
So slow
Don't let it throw you off
Too far
'Cause I'll be running right behind you
See, Jacob had given head to at least five, respective women in his twenty-five years of life; and while the experience was typically educational, it was never as arousing as he would have figured it to be. This, however, was definitely more exhilarating than he ever hoped—having Nessie's strong thighs draped over his large shoulders, tightly wrapped around the Native American man's thick neck felt so very. . .
Well, it was a weird defensive maneuver admittedly, but a teeny-tiny fraction of Jacob's lower brain thought he'd like wrestling even more if she stripped her bluejeans away into the ground.
"Give up yet, Mister Hyde?" she queried, elevating her pelvis towards Jacob's face to get a firmer grip.
"Not a chance, Cullen," Jacob countered fiercely.
Finally, he wedged his way out of the woman's tunnel of smooth gams and lady bits, and rolled their bodies over so Renesmee was trapped underneath him. His rough hands had her wrists pinned down to the dirt, feeling her soft breasts arch gracefully into his exposed chest. And for an instant—the earth stopped spinning on its axis—when the muscles of Jacob's brawny structure started to diminish.
He saw into her, as deeply as she could see into him. It was just for a fleeting second that he wasn't afraid of himself and Renesmee.
What are you doing, dude? She is Leah's imprint, your arch nemesis' daughter, a half-vampire, for crying out loud! You can't do this! What? No, no. She means nothing to you! Get a grip, man. You've got nothing to worry about.
Without thinking, Jacob's mighty grasp loosened around Nessie—a mistake—as those brown orbs whispered devious intentions to his own, again switching their positions.
"You're treading dangerous waters, Jacob. Be careful," Nessie instructed, straddling his waist. Her reddish-brownish tendrils cascaded from the roots of her head like a penny-colored curtain; the flaxen sunlight poured all around her as she laid an alabaster hand upon his russet cheek.
"Jacob," she murmured through the thin crevices of his mind, utilizing her strange ability. "Be careful."
"Why?" was all he could ask in consequence, astounded and stupefied by her angelic appearance. "Tell me."
Renesmee simpered down at him courageously, and lifted herself from her placement, standing up. "You know why, Jacob?" She extended a hand for him. Of course, being the dictionary definition of predictable, Jacob rejected her assistance to get up on his own for a change of pace. "Then again, maybe you don't."
"What is it that I'm supposed to know?" Jacob queried expectantly, dusting up the legs of his khaki shorts.
She laughed nonchalantly, and answered, "That I just won the match."
Jacob snarled violently, leaping forward to attack Renesmee when she became too arrogantly off-guard, but his monumental build caused both of them to tumble over and down the vast, steep hill together. They stopped when Jacob's body smacked against the base of an obese tree trunk—Thud!—with a screeching Renesmee once again on top.
"God, that sucked," he groaned irritatedly, jostling Nessie off, but at least there was a convenient pile of raked leaves to break her fall.
"You couldn't accept defeat like a man, could you? Oh, no! You just had to be a sore loser!" The half-breed shouted at him in make-believe anger, standing up. "Big oaf that you are. . ."
Jacob tried to stifle it the best he could, but the inevitable chortle bursting to the surface couldn't be halted. Auburn leaves became chaotically entangled through Nessie's copper locks, streaks of moist dirt printed all over her clothes, and her girly tee shirt was ripped up—giving Jacob a marvelously enticing view of the Nessie's navel. If it weren't for Nessie's classy Cullen background, she would have looked like one of those Playboy bunnies out of Embry's old, stolen issues.
"Damn, you look ridiculous!" he chuckled accusingly, gesturing up and down at her.
"Me?" she inquired incredulously, pointing to herself. "How about you? You're the one-"
"I know, I know. I'm the one who dragged you down here!" Jacob exclaimed, arising from the ground. "Nessie, haha, Nessie! I'm sorry!"
Nessie stamped her foot, but her shoulders, too, trembled in a fit of contagious giggles. "No, you're not, you liar!"
"You're right, this is too funny! You looked like a drowned rat!"
"Yeah?" Nessie quirked an inquisitive eyebrow, slumping either shoulder. "Well, I think you look like dirty, hairy wolf!"
"Very original," Jacob remarked sardonically. "Who're you taking insult lessons from, by the way? Aunt Blondie?"
"What is it with you and your relentless name-calling, Black? My aunt's name is Rosalie," Renesmee corrected, still laughing though. "You are first-class simpleton!"
"Thank you, thank you very much," Jacob commented in a voice that impersonated Elvis. They sat down together near the tree. "Man, some morning this has turned out to be."
"Tell me about it," the half-human half-vampire girl agreed whole-heartedly. "Today, I was planning to feed on some majestic elk's blood and maybe a bear or two. Then, you come along and spoil it all!"
Jacob grinned genuinely at Nessie, the light shining everywhere—putting the sun and all its stars to shame. "Are you upset?"
"No," she murmured, shaking her head to and fro. "Anger is far too heavy a burden to carry for long. Actually, Jacob I'm rather relieved?"
"Oh? For what reason?"
"Well, up until now, I perceived you to be some stone-cold, sullen, brooding monster, but I guess monsters don't laugh."
"Not true, Nessie. Haven't you ever seen a single Power Rangers episode? Those guys laugh all the time, albeit maniacally, but it's the same thing," the cynical shape-shifter retorted, stifling another onslaught of hysterical chuckles threatening to rumble from his lower abdomen.
"Of course not," Nessie replied, nudging her shoulder against Jacob's bare chest. "I mean,I prefer you this way.
The werewolf slanted his head to the side, confoundedly. "What way, Nessie?
Her plump, raspberry lips momentarily puckered, the interesting shape of her seductive mouth manufacturing a hesitant W, and damn it all to hell! A kiss always looked like a W. Still, Jacob's unmaintainable spirit further relaxed, traveling down a aphotic route amidst the beautiful brown of Nessie's eyes.
"When you can just be yourself. You know, with your guard down—not so defensive and stubborn," Nessie responded ever-sentimentally and ever-sweetly.
Jacob's concentrating ears listened cautiously to the light sound of Nessie's thrumming heart, and for a bantam nanosecond, there followed a lingering, deafeningly mortifying silence. Bome, bome. Bome, bome. Bo-
Had Renesmee's heart skipped a beat, or. . . or had his?
"Is that my mother's doing? Is she the one responsible for how you turned out?" Nessie questioned, piercing straight through the quiet. In return, Jacob's mood flared up, glowering at the youngest Cullen. "She's why you ran away. . ."
"My actions are my own, nobody else can force me to do anything. I left of my own accord to escape a home I could never truly have," the shape-shifter elucidated through gritted teeth and scooted an inch away.
"Jacob, we both know that isn't true. Everyone on La Push loves you, are so willing to forgive what happened in the past. Why can't you? Billy-"
"You-You know Billy?" Crap, even Jacob's father, the one who initially warned him of the grotesque eccentricities of the Cullen cover, befriended a leech.
"Yes. For years now, in fact," Nessie answered. "He misses you, Jacob, more than you could ever know. I hear stories about you all the time—of your first steps across the shaggy rug in his living room, of your constant need to recreate and reconstruct old motorcycles, of how my mother punched you in face after a stolen kiss, and how you nearly got yourself murdered after rescuing Leah in the war with the newborn vampire army. I don't know you, Jacob, but I do know how your pack sees you." She expelled a breathy sigh, playing with a loose thread dangling from the torn seams of her shirt. "You're a hero."
Every single in hero had a tragic flaw—someone they would sign away their last breath for. For every Superman disguised as a nerdy journalist, there was the obliviously perfect Lois Lane waiting for a triumphant saving.
"There's nothing you can say that'll ever change my mind, Nessie. Seattle has been my home for eight years. I have good friends, a steady job, and an okay apartment. . ."
Jacob's excuse was bullshit. Actually, Lizzie Nesam, as dear a companion as she was to him, was not the sole reason he decided to remain in Seattle, nor was his underpaid mechanic job. Plus, that crummy shack that barely qualified as an apartment felt more similar to a cage than a home.
Nessie was right—go figure. It was Bella.
He couldn't go back home after she rendered him heartless like the Tinman, when Jacob clanged faithfully to Bella for so long for evidence of his fading humanity, only to surrender her own to a stupid, sparkling bloodsucker. Jacob lost his dignity, and there was no way he could face his former pack brothers again. At least, not rejoin them anyway.
How could Jacob expect for them to forgive him when he was unable to forgive himself yet?
And currently, here he was, alongside a young woman who was the spitting image of her father, and Jacob couldn't resist the man he so desperately wanted to be when she was around. But, he couldn't. He couldn't allow himself to ache for a feeling that could be easily severed, especially since—Jesus Christ—when there was Leah Clearwater to keep in mind.
"You could have a job on La Push, you already have good friends that would do anything for you, and perhaps you can make a few new friends," Nessie suggested nervously, shaking her head in disapproval at him. "Jacob, you have the power to recreate and reconstruct your life here."
What, and watch all those sappy wolves imprint on their soul mates while I rot alone? No way, forget it! No possible life is worth that pain! But Nessie would know nothing of heartache and loneliness. Oh, no. Even if her feelings for Leah weren't at all romantic, those two still had forever to change their minds. Jacob, as soon as he learned to simply remain in a human form, wouldn't have that luxury.
"Why the hell do you care, Nessie? Huh? You don't know a damned thing about me!" Jacob growled, stood up from the ground, and she echoed his every footstep. He turned around abruptly, grabbing her around the shoulders, and it boggled it his brain eternally, as to why she made zero attempt to yank away from him when she made it clear before, Nessie could very easily escape. "You hate me, too! Remember that? You said so yesterday! Hate me, Nessie! I want you to hate me, I need you to hate me! Why don't you. . . ?"
"Because. . . I-I," Nessie stammered uncertainly. She licked those full, strawberry lips, eyeballing him as though he were a meal. "It's stupid, but I don't think it's fair for anyone to know a life without true happiness, including you, Jacob. It's strange, I'm completely aware of that, but," the girl-woman shrugged, "I feel. . . compelled to you somehow, like we were supposed to meet at the cafe that day."
"You know, Nessie, I don't get you," Jacob stated, feeling himself start to shake in frustration. If he wasn't careful, he would soon phase. She was the vampire-human incarnate of a rubix cube, to him. "You're not like anything I expected." A real mystery; he simply couldn't trust what can't be explained. God, it was so disorienting! Jacob wanted to be far away from Nessie, but at the same time, he couldn't be close enough.
"Jake," Renesmee said, gently sighing his name in amazement, and leaned into his rugged hold on her body.
"You are the most infuriating woman, vampire, thing I have ever met!" he grumbled roughly, although it was meant to be half a compliment.
"You're insufferable," Nessie quipped quickly, running her slender digits through his cropped, jet-black locks of hair. "So, what are you intending to do about it, Jacob Black? Nobody is around to watch you slay me, the 'thing' as you so gracefully said before." But her words didn't correspond to her following action—letting her eyes flutter shut.
For the second time that morning, their lips were only centimeters separated. So deliciously close, Jacob sample the flavors of her breath. And this time, he lost himself to the urge and just went with it.
Oh, you're everything I'm wanting
Come to think of it
I'm aching
On account of my transgression
Will you welcome this confession?
Could this be out of line?
To say you're the only one
Breaking me down like this
You're the only one
I would take a shot on
Keep me hanging on
So contagiously
