[Original Author's Note: Oh, and also, I believe that Stephanie Meyer's version of sparkling Vampires and venom in the teeth—while, albeit, different and interesting—did not conform to what I had previous accepted Vampires as. If you've read any of the books on Vampires by the great Anne Rice—Interview With a Vampire, Queen of the Damned, and the one I'm really referring to The Vampire Armand—then you know that the original Vampires have to suck the person they're changing dry, then let them suck the blood back into themselves. That's how the Vampires in this story are going to be. So, yeah, they can bite people without turning them and stuff.]

Warnings: Fluff. Sensual Vampire kisses! Super short chapter! Sorry!

Disclaimer: I will never own Twilight—ever! All rights to Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter 10: Vampire Kisses

Jacob's POV:

The rest of dinner was a quiet affair. Edward seemed content to leave Paul alone for a while, granted that Paul didn't make goo-goo eyes at Jacob, which was understandable.

Paul was beginning to understand, too. He smiled, laughed, and seemed genuinely happy that Jacob was happy, which was nice, Jacob supposed, as long as he was happy.

Edward and Jacob decided, after they excused themselves from supper, to go for a walk. They both needed a breather from the Black household. It wasn't that Jacob didn't love Billy and the guys or anything of the sort, they could just be smothering sometimes. Also, with Edward and Jacob having this fairly new bond, the need to be together, just them, was intense.

In fact, as soon as they were out of the door, they're hands were groping for contact. Edward wound his hand in Jacob's long, silky hair pulling him close in an embrace, as Jacob caressed Edward's face with his hand.

Jacob sighed. He'd needed this. Contact went a long way to calming his 'Wolf self', as he began to refer to it as. When he had first Imprinted on Edward, Jacob hadn't realized how insane the need to be in close contact with Edward was, since he had passed out on Edward in the beginning for an indeterminable amount of time. That was his dose of contact—for about an hour. Holding Edward's hand on the way to his house, and the intense pleasure of the make-out session in his living room lasted him through dinner. Now, he needed contact again.

He'd never admit it out loud, although he supposed that didn't matter with a mind reader as a boyfriend, he mused.

"… Soul Mate."

"Wha— —" Jacob asked, startled out of his thoughts. He could feel the rumbling of Edward's laughter through the vibrations in his chest. Jacob ducked his head, looking sheepish. "Umm, w-what did you say, Edward?"

"I said, boyfriend is a rather foolish, nonsensical word to be used to describe our bond. We're destined to be together; you're my Soul Mate," Edward repeated softly, not in the least annoyed by Jacob's wandering thoughts.

"Yes," Jacob murmured in agreement. "I suppose you're right." Jacob smiled up at Edward lazily.

Edward leaned forward and caught Jacob's plump lips with his own. As Edward bid entrance to Jacob's mouth, Jacob gasped, unconsciously granting it, but not regretting it in the least. From the sound of the rather pleased moan that emitted from Jacob's mouth not twenty seconds later, Jacob seemed rather satisfied with his decision.

As their mouths embraced, plunging deeper and farther, their bodies reacted in kind, moving against each other, rutting gently, then more frantically, as their lips moved faster. Edward moved his lips to Jacob's neck, slowing his hips to gyrate slowly against Jacob's. Sucking on Jacob's pulse point, he scraped his pointed teeth against the skin teasingly. Jacob mewled in pleasure, hips pushing forward for friction.

Letting his teeth break the skin, Edward began to drink some of Jacob's blood, which was practically orgasmic. He hardened, as the warm blood flowed down his throat. Jacob was writhing in Edward's arms, moans and expletives leaving his lips at different intervals as Edward drank, encouraging Edward, begging for it. Edward pulled back, however, not thirty seconds later, lapping at the wound, which was already healing but for a bruise surrounding it, causing Jacob to whimper.

"Shh, shh," Edward crooned, petting Jacob's hair. He placed a sweet, lingering kiss on Jacob's mouth, chuckling as Jacob leaned forward for more when he pulled back.

Jacob pouted.

Grinning widely, Edward raised an elegant brow, saying, "Now, about that walk?" He held out his hand.

Jacob wasted no time in grasping it firmly in his own, not caring if his Wolf was already satisfied by the kiss. He was still hungering for more.

…TBC…