AN: The much anticipated chapter. Big thanks to my reviewers:
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Fluffy Otters - Bella is driving fast because she has this new found confidence and is excited
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Jordan - You're right he probably wouldn't however like anyone who can reason also comes irrationality usually through a circumstance that is hard to fathom. I think him getting mad like that is more realistic and also as a dramatic effect.
AOS
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Okay this chapter has a lemon. I have made it where you don't have to read that part if you choose not to and you won't miss anything from it. So if you don't like lemons that's fine because the story reads good without it too.
Lastly sorry it took so long, I've been busy and it will probably take a while for the next chapter. Well here we go. I expect some feedback on this one.
Chapter six
Tangible Warmth
The kiss deepened, I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped inside. My hand was tangled in his short, black hair, and my other hand found the middle of his back to push him closer, to hold on tighter. He was wrapped around me like before, only this time he was pressing harder into me.
The moon shone in through the window, and it was already 11:30. We had three-and-a-half hours to ourselves. Wedding excitement hung over as I rested in his arms. I would soon be Mrs. Jacob Black, the thought was warming to every part of me.
"Jacob, I want to go to our pier tomorrow."
I liked that we had a special place that was ours; it held such significance. That night Jacob poured out his whole heart, and I received it.
"Me too Bella, we'll go tomorrow night when the raining slows."
I kissed him chastely on the lips, happiness overwhelmed me. I could spend every day of my life like this. If only I had until the end of eternity to be this exquisitely happy, but I couldn't ask for more.
I would spend mornings with the sand between my toes and my hand intertwined with my Jacob's. I would spend nights curled next to my Jacob, watching TV in our bed, in our home, in our life. I would call him mine, and he would wake me with breakfast on the weekends. When I'm sick he'll be the one to bring me soup and run up to the drug store at 11 o'clock at night to buy various medications, he'll be the one to pull my hair back on the nights I spend hugging the toilet.
I'll be the one to cook him dinner, and sit across from him after a long day, a short day, any day. I will be the one he calls his Princess. I will be his Princess. I will be the light that sparkles through duller days and he'll be the sun that shines through the various shades of rain in Forks; he'll be my sunshine and I'll be his Princess.
As I lay deep in thought as Jacob played with my hair, examining each honey colored strand. I held his hand and touched each part of it as I held it in mine, where it belongs. His gaze was perfectly aligned with mine; tonight was perfection. He was glowing with excitement and anticipation. Tonight it was just us, and tonight I was no longer nervous, anxious, scared or worried, nor could I ever be while in the arms of my sunshine.
"Bella, Sunday I'm going with Sam to shop for my tuxedo."
"Jacob, I can't wait to marry you." I blurted out.
"Oh Princess, I've wanted you this whole time; I'm glad you're finally mine."
We embraced tightly and lay there atop the lacey comforter and underneath the flowing canopy. My mind was peaceful with no thoughts to occupy, concern, or worry it.
I got up, planting both feet on the lush, crème carpet and fumbled through a black duffel bag. I found the plush gray sweats that were my favorite to sleep in and a vividly blue tank. I walked into the bathroom, turned on the lights and closed the door.
It was beautifully decorated. The tile was magnificently white, while the walls were crème. There was more than enough space for one in here I observed, continuing my survey of the room. The other décor was the same green as the room, the shower curtains, the soap dispenser, the toiletry organizer, everything. There was a towel rack on one side and opposite it there was a wall cabinet filled with plush towels.
I slowly slipped off the clothes I had worn that day and stepped into the gray sweats and blue tank. Eyeing myself in the mirror, I saw how much I was truly glowing. Happiness was the aura that most prominently spread across my appearance and for once I didn't feel so clumsy and unlucky. I came out of the bathroom, Jacob lay there waiting.
"Does Emily keep ground coffee?"
"Yea, I'm pretty sure."
I went downstairs at a slow pace, carefully, not wanting to push it. I turned left and headed to the kitchen. After a bit of cabinet opening I found a medium size, black bag. Inside was a heavenly aroma waiting to be released and made into coffee, French Vanilla Coconut. I put enough into the coffee maker to yield two cups. The water boiled, the machine steamed and the aroma filled the air so sweetly. I leaned against the counter and tapped my unkempt nails against the wood of the cabinets below as I waited for the coffee to finish.
I couldn't wait to get back to my Jacob and savor this night. I lost myself in a pleasant non-sense state of thought when the coffee maker buzzed. I reached for the cupboard and got down two mugs, one decorated with soft pink and purple flowers, the other had two puppies playing in a barn. I filled each up with black coffee and went for the refrigerator to doctor them up. I grabbed milk, and creamer, and then fumbled around the cabinets for sugar. Once I had each doctored to perfection, I put each item back where I had found it and carefully went up the stairs with our coffee.
Jacob lay in the same position he had been in when I left to make us coffee but seeing him from this view was much different than when I saw him next to me. He looked more than picture perfect, it was as if all the rough beauty that can be had descended into this being who I gladly called mine. I handed Jacob his mug and he sat up to drink it.
"Thanks Bells!" He said sipping it. "It tastes wonderful."
I smiled and began drinking my coffee, sitting across from him. As, increasingly, the mugs were less filled I began to feel butterflies in my stomach. The nervousness swept back over me, I knew what would most likely ensue once our coffee mugs were empty. It wasn't anything I should fret over, but something about this time was significantly different enough that I did. It was that we were all alone; we had more freedom and privacy.
I sat my mug down and watched Jacob sip the last bit from his mug and I followed suit. I drank a bit of water from the bottle I had earlier placed on the nightstand and handed it to him. His eyes locked into mine, and his eagerness shone through. I could read his mind at that moment and I froze waiting for him to move.
He slid off the bed and into the covers, I followed. It was cool outside which permitted covers, even with his heat. The skies overhead of Forks were triumphantly finishing their raining and next Saturday would thus begin the annual rain-free fortnight.
Jacob pulled me into his warmth with no effort, for I bent to his will and my nervousness ceased once the first kiss sought to kill it. With his hand firmly on my lower back I was enveloped in a passionate kiss far exceeding the excellence of any preceding it only to be defeated by our kiss once we finally say 'I do'. I held his waist and tangled a hand into his hair to deepen it.
(If you don't want to read the lemon, stop here.)
The intensity was turned up like the burner on the stove when the kissing continued ceasing to die down anytime soon. My head was filled with thoughts, none of which were any semblance to coherency. My legs wrapped around Jacob who lay across from me, and with a slight pull I closed any gap left between the two of us.
Our kissing was more rapid, I began to sweat. I pulled away and placed a slow kiss on his lips, initiating slowness to our play. I concentrated on the sweet, salty, alive taste on his lips; I concentrated on his warmth, but I couldn't concentrate the further the kiss went and the longer my anxiety prevailed. I could smell the outdoor scent that exuded a certain warmth, that exclusively belonged to Jacob, more potently now.
I stripped off my tank top and pulled myself back to his warmth. His eyes lit up twinkling like golden chocolate, and lingered in mine with a gaze that pierced into my heart and awoke feelings that had been dormant since Edward left. His soft hands grabbed my soft skin, feeling it all over as he kissed me deeper. The kiss broke as I was out of breath and he removed his thin night-shirt to reveal the smooth, chiseled abs that adorned his mid-section in the most appealing way. His abs weren't like Edwards, they weren't better or worse, they were different; they were rough and stuck out yet his body had a subtle softness to it about his lower back.
I finished my gawking, feeling, and exploring his abs and flung myself back into the passionate kissing we had been previous engrossed in. Warmth became tangible as it floated between the two of us; hovering in the air between the small gaps amid our bodies. I broke the kiss when I could no longer breathe easily, I flicked off the rest of my clothing in a sift movement that Jacob had not noticed. I pressed myself to him, hoping that this is what he intended to do. His eyes which were once twinkling shifted to incredulous as he felt an entirely new warmth, he gasped and his eyes then bore lust. He couldn't release his hold, though, and I tightened mine while simultaneously kissing him harder.
His hand explored my newly revealed body and I gasped, feeling a sensation, an intense sensation of pleasure. He held me in one arm and used it to shift me under him, the pleasure continued. A small, unintentional sound escaped my lips triggering the blood to flow to my cheeks and flush them with a deep red.
"Aww, Bells."
I gave him a quizzical look.
"It's cute, don't blush."
I dismissed his comment and kissed him to change the focus. He stopped and removed his last traces of clothing. I tried not to look yet a force comparable to that of gravity propelled my eyes downward and invoked another deep blush to which Jacob winked, smiled and kissed me in response to. I pulled him down on me with force. His muscles collided with my smooth stomach and he rested inches away from immense pleasure.
Something in me felt a sensation of love beyond desire.
Sweat was more than tangible now and it coated the air and sheets. He lifted himself up and leaned his face down to kiss me chastely on the cheek, leaving a tingle that felt like it visibly sparkled. My heart warmed, my blood raced, and my feeling of desire heightened. He was positioned, my hands rested palm-down on the sheets as he lowered himself into me. I then clutched them into the sheets and then harder, clawing and gripping at every fiber, until that would no longer suffice. My nails rested on the surface of his smooth, soft back and felt the fluctuation of each muscle flexing in sync with each thrust. I dug my nails in deeper clawing as if I were a cat and his back was a scratching post.
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He pulled me on top and rolled under, he was finished and I was then exhausted. I pulled my legs in and he held me. I rolled off enough to the check the clock, it was two-thirty.
"Jacob, I'm sleepy."
" Bells…" He chuckled, surprised that my first comment was of my energy level.
"What? I'm sleepy, let's sleep…just like this." I curled in close to my.
"My silly little Princess."
He hugged me into his chest and I lay my head on the top of it. I drifted off to sleep, peaceful, and satisfied.
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