A/N: I had a dream where I was hugging Jacob, and hugging him more, and hugging him more, and then I lent him bus fare. Bella had been attacked by a serial killer vampire and that was why she had changed, but Jacob couldn't smell the vampire part of her. It annoyed the heck out of me, who had seen that her eyes were bright red. Finally he realized she was a vampire, but didn't care. I liked the part where I hugged him, and sat next to him on the bus. :D Oh, and I'm making this as book-four compatible as I can without Nessie.

The cool air felt wonderful, as did Jacob's overly warm back. I had the only helmet, as Jacob assured me he didn't need one. Even if we crashed, I'd probably accidentally shield us both. I clung to Jake's waist as we zoomed down an old back road. I got the hang of it quickly, leaning with Jacob on the turns. It was thrilling.

I wobbled a bit when I got off. Jacob laughed and picked me up, twirling me around. I giggled, holding him close when he set me down. I could just hold him, forever and ever. It felt so good to stand there in his arms. My stomach growled. Damn, of all the times for me to be hungry. And I'd only eaten a couple of hours ago. I was suddenly very confused. I'd eaten two waffles; I shouldn't have been hungry until at least noon.

From the deep chuckle resonating in his chest, I surmised that Jacob had heard my rebellious tummy. "Hungry?" Jake asked, amused. I ignored his question, instead reaching up and pulling him into a kiss. This kiss was very different. It was gentle and slow. It was a kiss of love more than passion. We pulled apart slowly, and I rested my head contentedly against Jacob's chest. My stomach growled again. Jake leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Let's not keep the empty fuel tank waiting."

I groaned. I detested eating. I had been overweight for so long that eating almost seemed like a sin. But I was so very hungry, and double chocolate chocolate chip cookies sounded wonderful. I paused in thought. I was craving sweets, but having never enjoyed any candy except chocolate, my brain had resorted to other foods. Why the hell would my body be asking for more calories?

I slid my hips against Jacob's and smiled. "Okay. You better have lots of baking chocolate, or we'll be stopping by the store." My body was asking for the two things I most resented giving it: food and sex. The first urge I would give in to, but I needed desperately to find a way to control my libido. If I kept acting the way I was, my virginity would be out the window in no time, something I wasn't ready for.

Luckily enough, Jake had both unsweetened and semi-sweet baking chocolate in his cupboards. I had made this recipe so many times that I barely needed the magic's help to remember it. I slid the first couple dozen into his oven, and Jacob, who had been assisting me, came up behind me and slid his hands around my waist. I put my hands over his and leaned back against Jacob's chest.

What I needed to say, I couldn't out loud. It had been hard enough that first time. Hoping to God that I was a witch with telepathic tendencies, I tried to think loudly. The first time, it obviously didn't get through. I had had time to think while we were on the motorcycle and baking cookies. I really loved Jacob. He had an unfair advantage in that field, with the imprinting, but it made me love him all the more. It had scared me, because I hadn't believed in love at first sight. I hadn't even believed that love could really take hold that fast. But I knew what crushes were like, I knew what infatuation was like, and I sure as hell knew what lust felt like, and this wasn't any of those. Well, there was a lot of lust thrown into the mix, but it wasn't the predominant emotion. Sighing and closing my eyes, I thought, 'I love you.'

I felt Jacob's grip on my waist tighten a little, and I knew that he had heard. I smiled contentedly and leaned into him even more, and in a little whisper just above my ear, I heard, "I love you too."

That was when the timer decided to go off. Lovely. It was either break the moment or let the cookies burn, and my body made the decision for me. I was at the oven in a breath, grabbing a convenient dishtowel to remove the cookie sheet with. Five more cookie sheets later, we were out of cookie dough. I had eaten at least a cup of it, while Jacob watched in amusement.

I threw all of the cookies onto a huge platter, and walked over to the couch. Paul had left while we were out on the motorcycle, so there was not fight over couch space. Jacob sat down in a corner and tossed his legs over the rest of the couch. I plopped down in between them, resting my back against his chest again. With the September chill everywhere, the heat felt nice. I ate most of the hundred and forty-four cookies, even with Jake helping. His sister, Rachel, came in and smiled at us, stealing a cookie before heading back out. She had been with Paul at the bonfire, so I assumed that was why Paul had been at the house earlier.

We had finished the cookies when I heard a howl. Jacob stiffened. "Ally, I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'll be back as soon as I can."

I protested. "I left last time this happened, but I can take care of myself now. I want to go with you."

Jacob shook his head in despair. "Too dangerous. Please stay here." He quickly extracted himself from his position and bounded out the door. I got up and ran after him, but I was just a witch, no match for werewolf speed. I saw him loping off in his wolf form. I grunted in frustration, lowering my gaze to the dirt. And the dirt talked to me.

I listened, nodding. When it finished explaining, I grinned, and whispered assent. Suddenly I was in the ground, moving faster than anyone on foot could. I listened with both my ears and my mind, trying to figure out where to get out. It was a lot easier to listen with my mind than it was to speak. I heard something and slowed down, coming to a halt near voices. I heard something about bloodsuckers, vampires. I heard Jacob ask about a Bella person. Someone, I think the Alpha, said no. I listened carefully as the werewolves were dispatched. Jacob was supposed to go back to his house because the vampires would be dealt with easily, and they could all tell he thought I would follow them. I wanted to go watch the werewolf/vampire interaction, but with Jake going back to the house, I knew I would get in trouble for doing so. I sighed, and let the earth carry me back to Jake's house, knowing I would get there a few minutes before he did. Surprisingly, I didn't have much dirt on me after traveling through it. I thanked the earth before brushing off my jeans and going to sit on the back porch.

Jacob came running up, still in wolf form, and I waved. He nodded and went into the forest to change and put his pants back on. He came back out and sat next to me on the steps. "You didn't follow me." He said appreciatively.

Hearing the happy tone in his voice, I knew I couldn't tell him the truth. "It wasn't like I had a choice." I told him. "Maybe in the future, I'll know how to use my magic to travel, and then you'll have to worry."

Jacob cupped his hand around my cheek, and I leaned into it. "Hopefully you'll have learned enough about werewolves to stay behind when that happens."