Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or these characters.

Warning: Contains strong language and explicit sexual content.


They walked down to the beach, the awkwardness from moments earlier had passed, and now, an unsettling amount of anxious nervousness attacked Jacob's gut. Why was he so nervous? His hands were sweating and trembling slightly. He tried to wipe his hand on his jeans. Bella knew the shaking wasn't from him trying to control the wolf.

"Jake?" she questioned curiously.

"Hmmm?" he answered, shiftily clearing his throat with his eyes trained on the water ahead. They didn't discuss where they were going, but somehow, they ended up at the old, dried, bleached piece of driftwood they called their spot. Jake sat down, pulling Bella into his lap and wrapping his arms around her.

"What's going on?" she asked suspiciously, trying to turn around in his arms and face him. He still wouldn't meet her eyes. Something was definitely up.

"Oh, uh, nothing, nothing," he replied distractedly.

"Jake, I know something's on your mind. What is it?" she demanded. He flinched at the harshness in her tone and mustered up his courage. He wasn't scared of this tiny, pint-sized brunette, but he knew she hated surprises and dances and all school functions, so he was trying to surprise her without scaring her. A difficult feat.

"I was just hoping we could, uh, go on a date on Saturday," he said slowly. She scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion.

"Okay…" She drug out the word slowly, still perplexed as to why he would be acting so funny, so nervously, about a date. I mean, they've done a lot more than that over the last few weeks. "I don't get it, Jake. What's the big deal about a date on Saturday? Is it something special or something?" For some strange reason, Jessica's high-pitched voice was suddenly in her thoughts.

What was she talking about earlier?

Oh, yeah… prom. Prom? PROM! Bella's inner voice screeched. She whipped her head around, staring at Jake with huge, wide, brown, accusing eyes. That was one high school experience she'd already had and was not willing to have again. It was really fucking stupid anyway. Everyone got all dolled up to go hang around in a stinky, poorly decorated gym for a couple of hours while somebody—Mike Newton—spiked the punch bowl, and Charlie spent most of the night either taking kids to jail to sleep it off or cleaning up an accident that didn't need to happen because some stupid kid was too macho to let his date drive. Then all the 'good girls' used it as an excuse to finally give it up, half of them ending up pregnant by graduation.

Not exactly Bella's idea of a good time. She could just hang out here at the beach with the pack if she wanted to see a bunch of teenage boys act stupid and hit on anything that walks. And they didn't even need the alcohol.

"Bells, it's not what you think," Jake protested, raising his hands in the air in mock surrender. Bella stood up, placing her hands on her hips defiantly.

"I. Am. Not. Going. To. Fucking prom!" she shouted, pointing her finger angrily in his direction. He stood up, towering over her, but her anger didn't waver. She was like a little kitten-full of spit and vinegar but unable to hurt a bug. He tried to suppress the smile, but she saw it, and if he wasn't so scared—all right, so he was scared of this petite brunette—he would have laughed as her ears turned bright red. She should have had steam shooting out of her ears like a character on Loony Toons.

"Bells." He approached her cautiously, reaching his arms out to grip her shoulders. She jerked away from him, crossing her arms and pouting like a petulant child. He cleared his throat as he tried really, really hard not to laugh. "I'm not taking you to prom. I would like to keep my toes, thank you." He joked, and her scowl deepened. "I just had a special, prom alternative date planned for us. Okay?" Her shoulders relaxed, and she looked at him sheepishly. She felt rotten for letting her anger get the better of her, but Jake knew her better than anyone, and he knew she didn't dance or want to go to prom.

"Okay. But what is it? I don't like surprises, Jake," she warned. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her hair.

"I know," he answered, still refusing to let her know anything else. He wanted to do something special for her-a memorable night.

Before she could push any further, a football landed right next to them, spraying them with sand. They heard the familiar, deep, obnoxious laughing as Quil, Embry and Seth came around the corner.

"Hey, Rosie!" Quil shouted with a huge, shit-eating grin splitting his face as he waved and came to stop in front of Bella. Jake shot him a death glare, but he just shrugged it off, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Rosie?" Bella asked, quirking her eyebrow. She hadn't missed the silent exchange between Quil and Jake.

"Yeah, you know, cause of your rosy pink cheeks," he said, still smirking and pinching her cheek. She promptly swatted his hand away, frowning. Jake slung an arm around her slender shoulders and narrowed his eyes at Quil. She didn't get the joke, but he did, and he did not want these boneheads to say something stupid and cause her to be mad at him again. He slapped his friend upside the head, and Quil muttered something under his breath, walking away with his tail between his legs like a scolded puppy.

A few days later, Jake was standing on her front porch steps and knocking at the front door. The night was slightly cool, lots of prom-goers dressed up and driving by, taking pictures on their front lawns. Bella opened the door and smiled brightly at the heart warming sight in front of her.

Jake was wearing some artfully torn, loose-fitting jeans and his signature black t-shirt. He had a bubblegum colored tie with blue pinstripes tied loosely around his neck, and the shoe laces of his worn sneakers were hot pink. His shock of black hair was slightly wet and hung in his face, making him look oh-so-lickable. In his hand, he held a bouquet of roses an interesting shade that looked like a blend of orange and pink-like the color of a sunset. In his other hand, he held a large shopping bag. He handed it to her.

"What's this?" she asked excitedly as she snatched the bag eagerly and took the roses and led him inside to the kitchen. She set down the bag and started to put the roses in a vase when he stopped her.

"The stuff in the bag is for you to wear. Go upstairs and change; I'll do this," he said softly, taking the flowers from her and shooing her away.

She made her way upstairs and smiled as she inspected the contents of the bag.

There was a pair of jeans, torn just like his, a new pair of sneakers with the same bright pink laces, a rosy colored, scoop neck, three-quarter sleeve shirt, and a pale, baby pink, lacy matching bra and thong set. There was also a corsage with, yep, that's right, pink flowers and ribbon.

Perfect, she thought. Bella changed quickly, brushing out her wavy brown hair and making her way down the stairs. Jake smiled when he took in her appearance. She was so fucking sexy-especially in a t-shirt and jeans. And even more so because he knew exactly what she was wearing underneath those jeans. He loved her just the way she was: jeans and a t-shirt, pink cheeks, two left feet, and a supernatural ability to attract danger.

He gathered her up in his arms, kissing her deeply. Charlie's loud throat clearing—as per usual—interrupted them.

"So, where are you taking my daughter, son? I don't want you kids out on the roads. Not tonight," he warned, his voice a little extra grumpy tonight.

"Camping," Jake said easily, and Bella raised an eyebrow but decided to question after they'd left and Charlie wasn't there.

They climbed into the Rabbit; Jake turned up the radio and held her hand as they drove down an unfamiliar route. After a few minutes, Bella's impatience and curiosity got the best of her.

"Where are we going, Jake?" she asked.

"You'll see," he answered cryptically.

They pulled onto a small dirt road, which they followed for several minutes before coming to a stop. He rushed around to open her door and took one hand in his, his other hand covering her eyes as he helped her to the campsite.

"Okay, open your eyes," he said proudly once inside the spacious tent. It was a pretty big tent actually, and he had filled it with blankets and pillows and one sleeping bag. A portable DVD player sat in the corner, along with a selection of the world's worst prom movies. She laughed as she thumbed through them. In the other corner was a plethora of junk food and warm sodas-just the way she liked them.

"Jake!" she squealed, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him deeply. He pulled away a little to ask her a question.

"So you like it?" he asked, a little worriedly. She didn't answer, just kissed him again, with such passion he had now doubts as to what she wanted right now.

His hands moved to her hips, pulling her tight body flush against his. Her hands fisted in the cotton of his shirt as the kiss became hungry and demanding. His hands slid up under the hem of her shirt, the heat of his skin against her bare, silky flesh was so delicious, so enticing. He slowly moved up, his hands skimming her sides, and she moaned into his mouth.

"Jake…." she panted breathlessly. And with a quickness, his arm snaked around her waist; the other hand moved up and cupped her breast, his thumb flicking her pert… mmmm, pink nipple. She felt his throbbing erection push into her stomach, and she was suddenly so sure she did not want to go slow tonight. She broke the kiss abruptly, and he could see the urgency mirrored in her dark tempestuous eyes.

"Now," she commanded.

"Take off your clothes. I don't want to ruin your new jeans," he ordered, and they both scrambled to undress. He was surprised she got her jeans off without tripping or falling over. Once she did, though, she went to hook her thumbs in the string off her barely-there, pink panties, but Jacob's hands clamped down on hers.

"No, leave them on," he said forcefully, and then his long fingers followed the hem of the panties down, just barely touching her soaking wet, bare, outer lips. He pushed them to the side and plunged two fingers deep inside her tight pussy, curling his fingers up and pumping hard and fast. It only took a couple of minutes-she was already so ready for him-until her eyes clouded over, her walls clenching around his fingers as he coaxed the orgasm out of her.

Without missing a beat, he pulled out his fingers, licking her sweet juices from them, and then sat down, pulling her down with him and impaling her with his dick. She gasped at the sensation, her first orgasm still echoing through her as a new one stirred. She began to move her body up and down his shaft; his hands palmed her hips, guiding her movements. It was slow and steady at first, but he could tell she wanted more. So he took over, slamming her down on his swelling cock; the sound of skin slapping together filled the small space.

"Oh, god… yes, Jake… y-yes!" she shouted, and he knew she was close. His mouth closed around her soft, round breast, his tongue encircling and then flicking her nipple, until he felt her pussy clamped down around him as she threw her head and body back in ecstasy. He came so hard he lost his vision; for a moment, he couldn't see anything but a blurry, bright white light. Maybe he'd died. But, Jesus, what a way to go!

His mouth released her breast, his head falling hard against her chest as he tried to control his breathing.

"Fuck me sideways, Jake. That was fucking fantastic!" She sighed heavily; her whole body felt soft, her muscles unable to move. She felt like a spineless jellyfish. It was so good.

"Yeah… so awesome…." he panted, and then he suddenly realized why that was so awesome. He abruptly sat up straight, his eyes locking in panic and fear with hers.

She laughed.

Fucking laughed.

"This is so not funny, Bella. We forgot the condom," he said incredulously.

"Jake, calm down. I started taking birth control pills a little over a month ago, but it takes that long for them to take effect, so… this was the first time we could take advantage," she explained slowly, and he stared at her with a mixture of relief, disbelief and awe.

"Oh, god, I love you." He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck.

"I know. I'm pretty fucking awesome," she laughed. He hugged her tighter and laughed too. New Bella was so fucking sassy. And he loved it.

They spent the rest of that night watching bad prom flicks on his battery operated DVD player, laughing so hard that, at one point, Bella spewed soda out of her nose, eating so much junk food she was sure to have a stomach ache, drinking warm sodas, and fucking like rabbits. Or like teenagers on prom night.

It was the early morning hours when the temperature dropped, but Bella hardly noticed. She was snuggled up in a sleeping bag with Jake, and his warm arms were wrapped tight around her-her own personal space heater.

She was in such a deep, restful sleep she didn't hear it. Jake's eyes shot open, though, as the pounding of paws on the ground boomed in his supernatural ears. The sound was fast and coming closer. It was the pack. And they were chasing something… or someone.