A/N: Sorry I never got the chance to update. I kinda lost this chapter in my old mail, so I had to find it out of 1,000 emails!!! But good news is, I have chapter 11 right here in front of me, and I gotta say...it's really good!!! I think I might wait for at least one review before I put up the next chapter, just to keep you on the edge of your seats!! Or maybe I'll be nice and put it up right away...wich I might do just to get it over with. I was also working on "Shes the Man", I have half of chapter 3 done, but I'll be gone all this weekend probably so I won't get the chance to work on it. Well, enough of my babbling, here it is!!! XD
Dislcaimer: We don't own twilight, but we wish we did!
Daylight Eruption
Chapter 10
When Jake and I walked back into the house, I was cold. Okay, that's an understatement. I was freezing. Note to self: Never wear a miniskirt during a snowball fight, even if it looks sexy. Maybe I'll pass that along to Alice too.
As soon as my coat and boots were off, I streaked towards my bedroom. Only one thought was on my mind: get warm now.
I rushed to my dresser, yanking it open and snatching flannel pajama pants. Even though it was morning, I saw no crime in spending the entire day in my PJ's. In fact, the very thought sounded alluring.
I quickly picked up a shaggy towel, as I hurried into the bathroom. The entire time, wincing at the cold wind I made. Slamming the door, I stripped down to my bare skin and rubbed myself with the towel. Man, that felt good.
I interrupted this soothing process when I heard a knock at the door. "Yeah?" I answered, freezing in motion.
Jacob's soft voice came from the other side. "How about a nice, romantic fire in the woodstove, Nez?"
I meditated on this idea for a minute. When was the last time I had a warm fire? I couldn't remember. Translation: it had been a while. "Okay," I replied, keeping my enthusiasm to a minimum. Mainly because my teeth would clatter if I said too much.
"I'll get it started," he announced. I heard his footsteps walk away, and I sighed. Unbelievably, I still felt attracted through the bathroom door, and it hurt when he left.
As soon as I could get my mind re-focused on my falling body temperature, I continued to dry myself off. When I finished, I wrapped the large towel around my body and sat on the wall of the bathtub. Way too lazy to move.
After about ten minutes, I had another knock on the door. "Are you alright in there?" Jake asked concernedly.
"I'm fine," I reassured him. "I'll be out in a minute."
I heard a sigh on the other side. "Don't be too long." Is that cute or what?
I finally forced myself to move, but I still had a decision to make. Should I put my pajamas on, or should I just stay in the towel? I convinced myself that the clothes probably wouldn't stay on anyway, so I stuck with the towel and walked out.
Leaving my wet clothes to dry on the shower rod, I walked over to the bed and switched the towel for a fleece blanket. If anything could be more comfortable than the towel, it was definitely the blanket.
I wrapped it around my whole body, shuffling into the now heated living room. I stopped near the doorway, gazing at the flickering flames in the fireplace. That is, until I looked at Jacob. Damn the fire.
He had his shirt off, and was poking the fire with the . . . who the hell cares what it's called? Seriously, I wasn't going to rack my brains to try and remember what the stupid piece of metal was called. For crying out loud, when Jake's shirt is off I can barely remember my own name.
I stood staring at Jacob's six-pack for quite a while. Yeah. I'm kind of addicted to him. Anyway, I didn't move at all; just stayed frozen, and sorta forgot to sit down.
Jake heard me sigh, and turned around. "Something wrong?" he asked worriedly.
That depends on whose point of view we're looking at. I actually sighed because he still had his pants on. "Nope. I'm good," I declared. I hurriedly sat on the leather couch, laying my head on a pillow.
Jacob soon followed my example, lifting me up so my head went on his lap. He looked confusedly at the thick blanket. "You'll probably be hot in that," he stated, pulling part of it off my back.
When he saw my bare back, Jake laughed. "Unless that's part of the point," he smiled.
I buried my face in his leg, and shook with laughter. He knows me way too well. For the time being though, I still needed the blanket. I shivered until Jacob pulled it over my back again. Which was after he kissed my cold skin.
"You're pretty cold, baby," Jake commented. He squeezed me close to him, trying to warm me up with his high temperature.
It didn't work, but laying my cheek on his chest was just as good feeling warm. "I don't feel that bad," I assured him. Inside, I felt another chill go over me. It took all my will power to keep that movement from happening outside.
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Even after an hour had passed, my skin still felt icy cold. But, luckily, I didn't feel it. It's almost like I had gotten used to it. Somehow.
Jacob seemed a little disappointed that I hadn't warmed up. Whether he was worried about me, hesitant about his fire-making skills, or just plain pissed that the blanket hadn't come off like planned, is anybody's guess. I prefer to think it was the last one.
"Not that this would help much, but do you want to go hunting? Maybe the blood would warm you up?" Jake suggested hopefully.
I searched his expression carefully. This time, all I saw was the earnest desire to get me back to normal. "Maybe," I echoed, grabbing his hand.
Jacob jumped at the contact. "Screw that!" he exclaimed.
I looked at him confusedly. "Why not?"
Jake threw back his head and gave a short laugh. "Nez, come on. I'm sweating. The house is sweating. Even the fire's sweating. And you're still freezing! I'm not going to let you go back into the cold."
It was his idea in the first place, but whatever. The only point I pressed was: "But maybe all I need is blood!" I protested.
Jacob thought about that for a minute. "Okay. Here's an idea: how about I go get you some blood, and bring it back here?"
I reflected on the idea. "Yeah, sure. That'll work," I commented. Either way, the burn building up in my throat would disappear. I hope.
Jake leaned in to give me a gentle kiss. As soon as I lifted my hands to his neck, he jumped back with a romantic yell of "Holy shit!"
I laughed as he clutched his neck where I touched him, shivering. "I'm gonna get a move on," he suggested, as I laughed again.
"Good idea," I agreed. Even though freezing Jacob to death was fun, I should probably make an effort to get my body back up to normal temperature. This couldn't be healthy.
As soon as Jake left the house, I was aware of the emptiness of the place. Jacob wasn't loud, but I really missed his presence.
I hypnotically stared into the fire, mentally counting the seconds. When that got monotonous, I walked to the window. Clutching the warm blanket around me still, I pressed my nose to the glass, and stared at the world around me. Absentmindedly. In other words, not really seeing anything.
It seemed like forever when I finally heard Jake open the door. The cold, snowy wind came in with him, chilling me to the bones. Like I wasn't cold enough.
Jacob looked at me lovingly. "If you didn't feel so cold to me, I pull you close right now."
It took me a while to realize the blanket had fallen to the floor. That would explain why I felt colder. And why he wanted me in his arms. Men.
Before I could bend and pick up the blanket, Jake was by my side doing it for me. He grabbed it, and in one fluent motion, had it around me. I was sorta warm again.
Leading me very close to the fire, Jacob snatched the cup he had placed on the floor. Placing it near my mouth, he held it as I drank. I pulled back as I tasted the unfamiliar flavor.
Seeing my questioning look, Jake answered it. "It's reindeer blood."
"Reindeer?"
"Yeah. I mean, I saw a herd of nine reindeer, and as Santa wasn't anywhere around, I thought what the hell," he joked.
Wow. I think I just lost my appetite. "Real mature, Jake," I sarcastically answered, as he chuckled. Reluctantly, I finished the blood. As long as I didn't think about Jacob's lame reindeer joke, the liquid tasted really good.
After I drank, I stayed near the fire, thinking it would help speed up the process. Five minutes later, when I touched my skin, it felt normal. I gave a sigh of relief.
"I think I'm good," I announced to Jacob, who was putting the cup in the kitchen. He ran into room and plopped his body near mine.
"Did it work?" he questioned. As Jake spoke, he put his lips to my throat. Or at least they were there until Jacob shuddered and pulled away. "No it didn't. Why'd you call me?"
I gave him a confused look, touching my skin. "Yeah, it worked," I insisted. "My skin's warm."
Jake touched my arm, sliding down to my hands. "Nez, you're as cold as ice," he obstinately answered.
I didn't move a muscle as Jacob yanked off the blanket. I bet he just used this as an excuse. Anyway, I felt his hot hands glide over my entire body. Why was his temperature so high? This is the dude who just ran outside without a shirt.
Jake stopped as he came to my lips. I equaled his look of panic. "What?" I demanded. Jacob jumped up.
"I'm calling a doctor."