A/N: When they're talking about three years ago, that would be my story 'Vampires Don't Eat Chocolate'. Reading it is not necessary to understand this story, but it is my most popular. Remember, three years is a loose description. I took a four hour nap yesterday and still slept my usual nighttime hours. I was pretty darn exhausted.
Paul was sitting on the couch, watching TV. Jacob joined him as I decided to make waffles. I paused in thought. If only I could remember Grandma's really awesome recipe . . . Wait. I could. That was really strange. I always needed the cookbook for it, and here it was popping into my head. I shrugged, happy that my brain was malfunctioning in a nice way for once.
I began a futile search for eggs, muttering about single male eating habits before I remembered that the boys were werewolves, and probably heard me. Oops. I finally found the eggs. I quickly got bored looking for the rest of the ingredients. My mind needed much more stimulation. Proof of that came when I whispered, under my breath. "Wonder Twin powers activated. Form of: an orangutan." There was a snort of laughter from Paul.
"And I thought you were lame, Jake." I could tell he didn't mean the insult. He was just goading Jacob. I whirled around in time to see Jake leap at Paul, and was smart enough to know this wasn't good-natured wrestling.
"Stop it!" I snapped. Two gold barriers appeared out of nowhere, sending Paul and Jacob flying apart. I paused, my thoughts catching up to what had just happened. I stared in horror, realizing what I had just done.
I ran. I had just gotten out the back door when I realized that I had forgotten my shoes. But I had to get away. I had to think. I winced when a few rocks dug into my feet. I didn't even reach the tree line before Jacob caught up with me. He pulled me into an embrace, and I didn't even try to fight back. My eyes were wide and my breath fast as tried desperately to think straight.
"Ally?" Jake sounded worried. I looked up at him, tears collecting in my un-blinking eyes.
"I . . . I shielded." I whispered.
"Is that a bad thing?" Jake asked.
"N-no." I blinked.
Jake smiled, and held me close, trying to comfort me. "Well, no furniture got broken, which is unusual when me and Paul fight." It didn't help. After a little while, I calmed down. Jacob sensed this and loosened his hold on me. "Why don't we go finish cooking that breakfast?"
I followed Jake back in. We found Paul back on the couch. When he saw me, a huge smile crossed his face. "Dude, that was awesome! I haven't seen anything like that since those three witches came into town three years ago, and they didn't do nothin' flashy."
I nodded, his words not penetrating. All that information coming readily to my mind earlier had probably been the magic, trying to be helpful. Or maybe I now had a fairy escort that didn't want to show itself. Either way, there was no getting around the only explanation. I was a witch.
I made the waffles on auto pilot. It took maybe half an hour before I realized what Paul had said. Three witches, three years ago. That was around when I had three witches show up on my doorstep and hand me the keys to a house in Forks, saying that I'd need it. That was the first time I'd seen a real fairy. What Kathy called fairies were actually pixies.
I pondered over my two waffles, watching Jacob down the other seven. "Jake, these witches." I said to get his attention. "Was one of them really tiny, with curly blonde hair?"
Jacob nodded. "She smelled like lime instead of honey, too." I raised my eyebrows. "You see, all of the other witches smelled like humans with overtones of honey, and a little individuality. Brie just smelled of fresh air and lime."
Even the name matched. "Do I smell like honey?"
"Now you do. You didn't before." I thought about that.
"Jake, what happened three years ago?" A long and eventful tale of events later, I was glad I'd been in Spokane at the time. "And they just threw a barbecue party in the end? After meeting dragons?"
"Well, it seemed like they knew the dragons personally. And the barbecue was fun. Though, I do wonder who the house went to. No one has been occupying it, and it's starting to get to the time they said someone would."
I didn't tell him that I had the key. It didn't feel like either the time or the place. I didn't ask myself when it would be a good time. I didn't need anyone to think I was crazy as I argued with myself. "Jake?"
"Yeah?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to do some repair work in the shop?" He hadn't, but making out with Paul right there was not an option, and Jake got even sexier when he had grease on his fingers.
Jake thought about it and said, "Not that I remember, but now that you mention it, I do."
Paul let out a bark of laughter. "Don't be naughty." I let out my second snort for the day. There was only so naughty I was willing to be. I watched Jake putter around fixing things for about half an hour. I know because the magic told me the time if I thought about it. After that, it took one glance from Jake to make me pull him to his feet and kiss him firmly on the lips. A thought slipped through my mind, saying that I seemed to be getting rather needy. I didn't care. Maybe I did need to feel physically loved. I liked how it felt. And Jake certainly didn't mind.
Jake started backing me up, and I felt behind me for the wall. I was shocked when I instead ran into the sheet-covered vehicle that was always near the back wall. The sheet slid a little when I stepped on it, and I let out a gasp of appreciation at what my hand found. It was a motorcycle handle.
Jacob and I were still kissing, but I didn't want to accidentally knock over his bike, so I carefully maneuvered over to where Jake could push me into the wall, which he did promptly. It felt really good. My hands found their way to his short hair. I couldn't get a grip on it, but it felt good in my hands. We ended up in much the same position as Tuesday. Our hips ground into each other, and this time I made no attempt to stop it. After a while, we wound down until we were just kissing. We slowly pulled apart, both happy.
I rested my head lazily against Jake's chest, bringing the motorcycle back into view. "Dude, you didn't tell me you had a motorcycle." There was a hint of vehicle envy in my voice.
Jake smiled. "I don't use it much anymore. You want to go for a ride?"
An evil grin crossed my face. "Yes please."
