Renesmee woke the next morning to the light filtering in through the snow frosted window. She felt like she had a mouthful of desert sand. Her head ached and so too did her stomach. Her eyes cracked open and drifted to the night stand where the large glass of water sat. She closed them again, snuggling back into Jacob's warm, strong arm that encompassed her. She was using his other arm as a pillow. In her half-roused state, the memory of a similar scenario from all those weeks back in her dorm room flashed into her mind. A delicate smile crept onto her sleepy features. She didn't have to worry about a startled wake-up and then a crash onto a cold hardwood floor this time. She pressed her body further into his and his arms gently held her tighter, in his arms is where she belonged.
After a moment, she opened her eyes again, the appeal of that glass of water was strong. As much as she loathed to move her body from his, she was so very thirsty. Carefully and slowly, she slinked over to the edge of the bed and propped herself up on one elbow. Through the frosted haze of last night's drink, she drank the morning's crystal liquid greedily.
"Drunk it all and left no friendly drop for me?" chuckled his voice from behind her. His arm wound around her as he shifted closer and pulled her back down to lie. She could feel his chest pressing into her back, his warm breath against her neck. "Good morning beautiful," he blew into her ear.
She smiled, tilting her head back enjoying the sensation as he softly kissed down her neck and over her collar bone. His feathery light kiss ignited her from within.
"Morning to you, too." She tuned so that her mouth could meet his. Landing them softly into his.
A wave of queasiness started to crawl through her, her head spinning as she turned over. "Augh," she groaned, levering herself to sit on the side of the bed. "I feel like shit," she whimpered as she leaned her elbows on her thighs and pressed her face into her palms.
The bed shifted as he sat up behind her and rubbed comforting circles on her back. "You want some coffee?" he stood, pulling on a t-shirt as he headed towards the kitchen.
"Hang on," she called quietly. "I'll come with you. Do you think you have some juice?" she stood and rubbed her thumb and for finger on her temples, "and another Aspirin."
The couple sat side-by-side, around the small table, their fingers intertwined with Renesmee's legs resting on Jake's as he ran his free hand up and down her calves. They were broken from their private world as Billy wheeled himself into the kitchen. "Renesmee!" he smiled, a grin flashing across his weathered and astute face. Father and son shared a look that Renesmee pretended she had missed.
"Happy new year, Billy."
"Jake mentioned you'd be staying with Bella over the break. It's nice to see you again."
"Thank you, did you have a nice Christmas?"
"It was very good, thank you, especially with Rachael home."
All faces turned to the hall way as a loud voice called from the bathroom. "That's right old man, I make all family events better. You both know you've been wasting away in this bachelor pad."
A beautiful Indian princess shuffled out to the kitchen, in flannel PJ's with little flowers on them. Her hair was cut in asymmetric hewed lengths that hung over her shoulders. Her skin was the same russet tan as Jake's and their similarities were unmistakable.
She walked past her brother shoving him as she made a B-line to the coffee. "Aren't you going to introduce me Jake?" She turned, clutching her mug as she sat at the table. She folded her leg under her as she sipped on her brew. A cheeky glint flickered in her eye as she made eye contact with Ness. "I feel like I know you so well. Jake never stopped prattling on about your visit all week." Jake cringed, willing his sister to shut up. "And we all got an in-depth family history last night at Quill's."
Renesmee's heart dropped. Her jaw ajar as her face burned with an embarrassed crimson heat.
"Rachel!" Jacob yelled. "Why would that be the first thing you say to her this morning? You think it wasn't fucking embarrassing enough for her?" his arm gesturing to Renesmee.
"Language, Jacob!" Billy chided.
"Sorry dad. But Aponi was a real bitch at the party and Renesmee had a bit too much to drink and… well… somethings were… said." He stumbled his words, not wanting to compound the problem.
"Chill Jacob-ina, it was hilarious!" Rachael laughed. She cut her self-off short, suddenly turning to Renesmee, her hand out front gesturing in a palm-up apology. "Not your shitty childhood," she clarified. "I mean that slut, Aponi's, face." She rolled her eyes to the celling and tilted her head back. "That girl has needed a bitch slap for quite some time. Did you see her all over Paul? I mean, we were sitting on the couch, getting to know each other better, and she squirmed her way over and practically lies all over him." Jealous distaste oozed from her. "After you said… all that stuff, she and her stupid posse sulked off onto the porch. I don't even know if they stayed for the countdown. It was awesome!"
Renesmee rested her elbow on the table and hid her eyes under her hand. "It was embarrassing, that's what it was."
Jacob held Renesmee, rubbing up and down her arm. "Don't worry about it Ness, I'm sure most of the guys were too drunk to remember it anyway." She lifted her head, looking up at him with skepticism etched across her face. He knew, deep down, that her sordid life story would be the talk of the Res before days-end. "Well, they better not say anything about it to you, or they'll cop it," he ruffled. "That goes for you too Rach." He pointed a warning finger at his sibling.
"By the way, Renesmee, this is my big mouth sister Rachel." The two girls met eyes across the table silently laughing at Jacob's protectiveness.
"Hi," Ren responded, tucking a stray curl behind her ear, she had a vague recollection of seeing the Beautiful girl at the party, but Ness had only been glaring at one particular girl last night, and it hadn't been Jacobs sister.
Rachel nodded in reply, turning to Jake, a sly smirk on her face. "So, you two finally a thing? Bella said you haven't stopped pining over her for months."
Jake threw a napkin at her. "Would you just shut it, bobble head." He turned to look at Renesmee, a contend smile spread across his lips, "Yes, I guess we're a thing. At least, it will be as soon as I update my Facebook status." Renesmee laughed at their private joke.
Rachael smiled, tapping Renesmee on her hand. "Well then, welcome to the family, sis!"
For the next six days Jake and Renesmee spent every waking moment together, only separating at night when he'd drop her back to the Swan's home. They spent their first few days walking the beaches, and searching through junk yards. She'd asked for his help in finding her a reliable car but they ended up finding an old '63 Ford that had probably sat idle in the yard for longer than the two had been alive. He'd talked her into her letting it be a project for Jake. He wanted to re-build it for her. She was going to pay for the parts and he was going to do the labor.
They spend their next few days in his garage. She lay on the tattered couch while he stooped bent over into the engine bay. Some days they didn't get much work done on the car, she would still be lying on the couch, but those days he would be draped across her. For hours on end they'd press their bodies together as they shared passionate kisses with tongues intertwined. They both shared the desperate need to spend all their time with one another, the unspoken heart break of Renesmee's departure always looming over them.
On her last day on La Push the two were lying in Jake's room, they were side by side on his bed staring at the celling, heads and hands touching.
"I wish I didn't have to go," she sighed. "Are your dad won't mind if you drive up on your birthday to watch the invitational?" she asked.
"Of course. I wouldn't miss it. I can't wait to see you in those tiny outfits you track girls wear." She lovingly slapped his hand. "It's freezing out there Jake, even in an indoor stadium we still have long leg-ins on."
"Well, it'll still be good to see you run. And to just see you," he exhaled. Squeezing her hand, he brought it up to his lips, kissing the soft skin on the back of her hand. "It's going to be long two weeks."
"I know," she agreed. They rolled and the duo lay face to face gazing into each other souls for several minutes until Jake suddenly turned, kneeling over her, bouncing on the bed like a puppy. "Oh, I forgot to tell you what my surprise was." She turned towards him so that she was lying under him. Their bodies only inches apart. His breath warm on her lips.
"That's right! I forgot. What is it? Let me guess. You're madly in love with me and can't live without me," she teased. He looked into her eyes with the love he knew they shared but hadn't yet said out loud.
"No. Well, of course that's true, but that's no surprise. I'd been thinking about something you said to me. That night you tortured me with running the stairs." She laughed at the memory. "You said something like, 'if you want something you have to go and get it, you can't let life pass you by,' and it got me thinking. What do I want to do? You know? I can't just bum around and live off my dad forever. Then it hit me, I need to fix cars. That's what I love. So I've enrolled in an automotive tech course, at a community college in Seattle."
He sat back on her thighs as she sat up, excited. "Really Jake! That's great! We'll be studying in the same city! Wait. Where are you going to live?"
"Seattle," he smiled, his eyes gleaming with the knowledge. "Before Christmas, Rachel was telling us all about this amazing Internship she wants to get with this big I.T. company just outside of Seattle. She finishes college in June and she's want to get a place there to live. We're gunna get a place together," he smiled, shrugging, attempting to down play the significance this news had.
She screamed, kneeling upright forcing him to fall back on the mattress. "You're really moving to Seattle?"
He happily nodded his accord. "Not until June or even July though."
She simply smiled, her face lit up. He looked into her eyes relishing the joy that radiated from within them. He sat up next to her, his hands steady on her hips.
"You're moving to Seattle!" she cried as her lips crashed down on his.
Renesmee and Bella returned to start the Spring Term. Ness had a new lease on life. She trained for the upcoming meet every spare minute she had. She counted down the days until Jake's visit.
Three weeks after New Year, Jake made the drive to Seattle to see his girlfriend as planned. Donned in his new favourite sweater, he arrived at the university campus as the sun was setting and made his way to the indoor track. Renesmee had emailed him a map with detailed instructions. She didn't want him getting lost again and risk some other girl crashing into him.
By the time he entered the building, the meet was already well underway. He snaked his way through the crowd to the front of the stand. Looking over the groups of athletes' stretching and warming up, he saw the familiar glint of fire in the hair he loved so much. He watched as she sat stretching in her track-suit, other athletes coming and going, many stopping to talk to her briefly. Jake felt the sting of envy as he saw the packs of males who approached her, all stopping to talk. Many resting their hands on her shoulder or back.
Jake saw how beautiful she looked; her sincerity and goodness combined with her physical beauty made her so desirable. That was his girlfriend. Those other guys could keep their hands off her. He smiled as he saw how she expertly dodged the hands. She stood removing her jacket and sweat pants, revealing the formfitting university tank top and skin tight black Lycra beneath. She gathered up her belongings, stuffing them into her bag as she made her way over to the area near the start line.
Jake waved his arms in big circles attempting to get her attention. Her eyes found him, her face lifting to a giant smile as she ran over to him at the waist high fence. "Jake, you're here!" she squealed as she neared.
"I'm here!" he called as he reached over the rail.
She dropped her bag and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, both starving for each other. "Happy Birthday," she smiled as she continued to kiss him.
His hands ran along her back and cupped down to her bottom. "Thank you. Is this my present?" he asked as he squeezed her backside.
She giggled into his mouth, "stop that. Do you know how many people are watching us?"
He spanked her lightly on the ass. "I'm counting on it," he smirked. "I'm making sure these young pups know what's mine," his head gesturing to the group of sprinters gawking at them.
She chortled, "Righty-o, enough marking your territory. I've got to get my spikes on, my heat's in 15 minutes."
She lowered herself onto the ground as she rummaged through her training bag. Her hands stopped, frozen inside the bag. Her head tilted to the side. "This is starting to freak me out now." She mumbled to herself.
"What?" he asked "What's wrong?"
She continued to search her bag, pulling most of the contents out. "This." She held up a Fluorescent-yellow plastic key type thing. "This isn't mine. I have one like this but the thread broke the other day. I meant to get a new one, but I never did. But look, there's one in here now." She looked up to Jake with worried eyes, "I keep getting… stuff. Like that USB! I asked Bella, she had nothing to do with it. How did it end up on my pillow? My pillow Jake!" She sat with her arms resting on her knees, her head bowed in worry.
He knelt down, taking to her though the wire fence. "Ness, you have to race now. Don't worry about it right this instant." He placed his fingers around the diamond pattern, his forehead pressing into the wire. "We'll deal with it after. Okay? I promise, we'll deal with it."
"Okay," she agreed as she hurried to pull on her spiked racing shoes. "I gotta focus," she said as she stood up. She held her arms out from her as she shook her body; her arms and hands flicking as if to rid herself of her fears. She chucked all her things back into the bag, zipping it up. "Will you look after this for me?" she asked as she heft it over the railing. He caught it easily and placed it on the floor beneath him.
She stood up on to her tippy toes and reached up to kiss him over the fence. "You gunna watch me run?" she purred, somehow making the question seductive.
He smoothed his hand over her waist, his fingers molding to the curve and rise of her toned body. "Babe, I can't take my eyes off you. I'll be watching, you can guarantee that."
She unwound herself from him and stepped back a few steps. "I have to go and marshal." She pointed up towards the finishing line. "If you wait about twenty feet from the end you should still get a good view of the whole race and the finish."
Jake called as she backed away, "Okay, I'll see you down the end. Good luck."
She blew him a kiss as she turned and made her way to her competitors.
He watched as the other girls ran the hurdles in the first two heats, Renesmee's heat was third. He watched as she set up her starting blocks and ran a warm up through the first hurdle. She turned and set it back up, making her way back to wait for the start. He could see her searching the crowd for him, he waved to catch her eye and she blew him another kiss. Soon, Jake could hear the whistle blow, and seven women lined up at the start. He only had eyes for one.
As he watched her waiting behind the starting blocks Jake could hear two older men talking behind him.
"Lane four, John, the redhead. She's been training really well; she should time around 8.3. I've started to get her to focus her training. No more Long jump or sprints."
Jakes ears were concentrated on the conversation, he guessed the man talking was Renesmee's coach. He quietly turned to look. A tall man in his fifties stood behind Jake. He sported a greying moustache and buzz cut, under his University of Washing polo was the remnants of what was once, a sporting physique. The other man was younger, tanned, he was wearing a dress shirt and tie. He looked important.
"Does she train well?"
Jake prickled at the way the younger man spoke about Ness, like she was a race horse.
"Yeah, she keeps to herself, no boys, no parties, and good with her studies too. She's an orphan, so no overbearing parents either." It sounded like they were negotiating her trade or something.
"If she performs tomorrow, I'll come and see how she goes on the MPSF's and then we'll talk."
Their attention was turned back to the race as Renesmee set onto her blocks. The starting gun went and Jake jumped not expecting the echo the indoor stadium provided. He watched with pride as Ness sprinted to the first hurdle, her leg stretched out in front of her as she flew over it, her foot snapping down so very fast as she transitioned into the next run. Renesmee pulled in front quickly and by the last hurdle was almost a full set in front. Jake noticed how she stood taller, allowing herself to pull up slightly before the line, still winning comfortably. It was all over in less than ten seconds.
Jake made his way to the gate near the finish line as Renesmee stood, hands on hips catching her breath. She was staring up at the giant screen waiting for her time. After an eternal two minutes the names and times flashed on the screen. 1) Renesmee Masen – Washington - 8.20.
Jake had no idea if that was good, but hey, she'd won, so it had to be alright? Didn't it?
He turned to watch as her mouth fell open, her hand covering her open lips. A look of disbelief washed across her face followed by such a joyous smile Jacob couldn't help by smile along. She turned seeking out Jake but was stopped by the man in the suit and her coach. She wrapped her arms around her coach as he paternally embraced her back. Jake could see introductions were being made, Ness finished shaking the suited man's hand before she ran over to the gate where Jacob was waiting.
"Eight twenty! Jake I can't believe I did that in a heat!" She was jumping on the spot.
"So, I take it that's a good time?"
"Yes. Yes, it's totally a personal best. But more importantly it's totally on track for an awesome time on the outdoor hundred hurdle. Like, good enough for the Pac 12's, even the NCAA's."
She bit her lips, attempting to hold in her exuberance.
Jake was shocked, he knew she was good, but he hadn't realized how good. "So, are you headed to the Olympics next?"
She looked up at him shaking her head, gushing. "No. That was just a heat, I have to do it again for the final tomorrow. And keep improving more over the season. There is a really big meet here next month, which will be a really important qualifier." She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. "I have to calm down. I'm getting way ahead of myself, I just have to train for the Husky classic and then the MPSF's. Then I can think about what's next."
Not understanding any of her abbreviations, Jake opened the gate and as she stepped through he pulled her in closer. "Well, I'm proud of you, regardless how important tonight's race was or not," he said approvingly, pulling her to his chest. His hands coiled around the long braid she wore down her back, his hand followed the twist down until his fingers softly coiled around her bottom.
They were interrupted by a stranger's voice, rolling with a Louisiana accent. He approached from behind Jake, a second tier of stadium seats and a railing separating them. "Nice run Renesmee." Ness jerked her head up as Jake half turned to look behind him.
She squirmed underneath the stranger's gaze as his eyes raked overtly up and down her body. "Thanks, Laurent."
Jacob appraised the guy talking to his girlfriend. He was tall. Not as tall as him, but still tall. His shoulders were broad against the Huskies jersey he wore. There was a class ring decorating his left little finger. His dark skin highlighted his bright teeth. His hair was styled in short, two inch dreads. A football jock. Jake felt the uncomfortable sensation of being the odd one out as the man began to speak privately to Renesmee in French.
Although he couldn't understand him, Jake felt there was a hint of accusation in the man's tone. His instincts prickled for him to protect her from this jerk.
As Renesmee replied in French, the set of her shoulders and the defensive tone in her voice told Jake he was right in his assumption. This was not a pleasant conversation for her.
The man spoke once again, a creepy smirk sliding across his face.
Renesmee spat her foreign words back at him, she was irritated, angry even. "Don't you know it's rude to talk in another language in front of someone?" she added, distain rolling off her.
Laurent shrugged, full of cocky self-assurance. "I wanted to have a private conversation with you."
"Well, you got one. So, now you can leave." Her eyes widening in a threat as her hand flipped the air as if to flick a pesky fly away.
"Yeah, I'm done. I only came to see you with your legs apart anyway," he smirked as he turned away back to the exit.
Shock forced a gush of air out of her mouth, incredulity silencing her.
Jake, however, was fuming, "Hey! LaDick! Don't talk to my girlfriend like that!"
Jake made to climb up over the diving rail towards Laurent. His fits balled up, his right arm back ready to punch. Renesmee placed a restraining hand on his arm. "Don't Jake. He's a jerk. Just let him go."
"But..." Jake glared at Laurent as he turned around, walking out of the stands. He wanted to knock that smart ass grin right of LaCock's face.
"Please. I hate violence-when I'm sober. I get you want to thump his head in. I do. But, I'm used to it. You think I don't know half the football team only watch us to see us girls in our two piece? It's disgusting. But, it is, what it is." She heaved a sigh. "Laurent has taken a certain… attachement français to me lately, nonetheless."
Jake relaxed his arms, turning back around to Ness. "Is that why he likes you? Cause he can speak French to you?"
"Maybe. I don't know. And he doesn't speak French. I speak French," she stated with an air of pride. "He speaks dirty French-Creole." Her distaste obvious. She waved her arm in dismissal. "Who cares about him anyway? You came to Seattle to visit me. So, eyes on me," she ordered as she came up on to her tippy toes, looking into Jakes eyes and puckering up for a quick peck. Satisfied his attention was firmly back to her she giggled, linking her hand with his. "La Dick. That was a good one. I think I'll use it next time he tries to use me as a commodity to be owned or something."
"Speaking of commodities, I think your coach was trying to sell you off to that other guy."
She looked curiously over her shoulder. "That guy, is my meal ticket," she explained, sitting down to take off her special shoes. "He's a sponsorship scout for Nike. If I can do well this season I might get sponsored. They pay for your gear, your shoes, they even help with transport cost to the different meets all across the west coast. I'm not allowed to get any actual money, but wow, all that gear, paying for hotels and stuff would help me so much. He is a very important person to impress."
"Well, you certainly impressed me, little Red."
"Tonight, I impressed myself," she boasted as she stood, pulling on her track pants and kissed her gorgeous First Nations boyfriend.
Life was going exceptionally well for Renesmee Masen.
- o ~ O * O ~ o -
Jake and Ness shared a quiet meal together in the Rec room the dorm building. The couple lounged together on beanbags on the floor, chatting as the TV hummed quietly in the background. He was playing with her hair, raking it through his fingers as she leaned back against his chest.
"I didn't tell you," he said, looking at her upside down. "I got that job at the garage. Just Mondays and Tuesdays. I'm sure all I'll be doing is answering phones and sorting out parts. But it'll help pay the bills and it should be good experience. I start on Monday."
She listened as she felt the rumble of his chest as it vibrated when he spoke. "Well done, babe." She leaned her head back as her arms reached behind her, pulling his head down for a kiss.
If this is what love was... then she was hooked.
Renesmee wanted to turn in early, so they made their way up to the dorm. "I haven't given you your birthday present yet," she said as they walked hand in hand up the stairs.
Jake squeezed her hand, "you didn't have to get me anything Ness. Being here with you is all I want anyway."
She nudged against him as he leaned in and kissed her temple. "Well, I got you something anyway."
As Renesmee let him into her bedroom she was suddenly overcome with apprehension. Was he expecting his present to be sex? Was she ready to have sex? She thought she was. But not that night, she really needed to be fit for tomorrow's race. What if still hurt tomorrow? Too much was riding on the next day. They'd have to wait. She was going to have to explain the situation to him.
Nervous now, she hurried to her desk, picking up the wrapped package that sat there. He waited by the doorway as she walked towards and handed him the gift with arms stretched out front to help keep a chaste, protective distance between them.
"Happy birthday, Jacob," she said shyly, kissing him carefully on the cheek then stepping back into her blockade.
He roughly opened the package, tearing the tissue paper from the corners, uncovering a photo frame. Jacob inspected the gift, it was made from dark cedar wood, the lines polished to a smooth finish.
Inside was a photo of him and Renesmee, sitting on the couch at Charlie's house. He was sitting on the cushions and she was on the back rest, up behind him with her knees either side of his shoulders as she braided his hair. Jake remembered Bella taking that photo a few days after new year, he was mortified, worried that his mates would get hold of the picture and tease him mercifully about letting the girls do his hair.
Now seeing it, he felt differently. Seeing her hands as they combed through his hair, the look of love in her eyes as she looked down to him. In the picture he was half looking over his shoulder at her, their gazes were converging. Both of them wearing brilliant, teeth revealing, shining smiles. It was a photo of two people in love. It was in that moment he realized that he loved her.
"This is such a great photo, Ness," he said, stepping towards her. "I'll put it on my bedside table at home. Thank you." He reached up to her chin, his fingers lifting it up as he pressed his lips into hers. She let herself get lost in his embrace, then remembering her nervousness and her promise of cake, she broke away.
She took a small white waxed box from out of the bar fridge by the door. Ness opened the box and took out a small cupcake with deep red edges and creamy white frosting. She stuck a candle in it and lit it as she presented it to him.
"If I recall correctly, someone demanded red velvet cake?" she smiled as the light of the flame danced on his skin. "Happy birthday, Jacob." He took the little cake and blew out the candle. "Did you make a wish?" she asked.
"Don't need to," he rumbled as a smoldering look of passion ignited in his eyes. "I have everything I could wish for right here." He put the cake down and reached his hands for her, pulling her face to his and pressing her with a lustful, heated, bruising kiss. His hand ran up and down her body, setting it alight.
She could feel his need pressing into her as his body surged against hers. She knew were that need would lead them both if she didn't pull away from his enticing hardness. Panting, Renesmee sat down on the edge of her bed to compose herself, she patted the space beside her for Jake to sit. "Sit down Jake, we need to talk."
Jake sat on the bed, his heart sinking further to the floor. Why did she need to talk? Was she breaking up with him… on his Birthday?
"Are you breaking up with me? Cause that would be bull-shit if you are," he cried, his heartbreak morphing in to indignation. He wasn't going to let her go running scared this time around. "You can train and go to the MP-Fucking-whatever-F's and still have me in your life. I'm not letting you break up with me."
"What? No! Jake," she laughed at the total opposite direction his mind had headed. "I'm not breaking up with you," she explained, her hand resting on his chest. "I honestly think it would kill me to do that. Relax." Her fingers traced the line of his jaw as his face visibly smoothed from her reassurance.
She leaned her forehead to his shoulder, "This is so embarrassing," she mumbled. Her hands drifted down to his abs, feeling the ripples under her fingers. She took a deep breath and squared herself. She stood up, and turned to face him, placing both hands on his shoulders, she locked her arms, bracing herself.
"What I need to tell you is…I'm a virgin. I want to have sex with you, just not yet. Not tonight." She swallowed hard, waiting for a response, any response from him.
He just stared at her. His mouth was gaping like a fish as he processed the complete turnaround of where his mind had initially led him.
"Say something," she ordered standing upright, her arms protectively wrapping around her middle.
"Okay?" he offered. "I wasn't planning on doing anything tonight, just for the record." He tilted his head looking out the window smiling. "Tomorrow night maybe," he joked.
She shoved him, "Don't be a jerk. It's embarrassing enough to be so inexperienced. I just wanted to let you know where things stand."
He reached for her hand, pulling her to sit back down next to him. "Ness, you think I'm any more experienced than you?"
"But, Aponi," she reasoned, leaving the rest unsaid.
"We mucked around a bit, that's all. I never slept with her. She offered, but I didn't want to. Not with her. It's more than just the sex, Ness. It's about respecting someone. Caring about them. A give and take." He paused, sweeping his thumb across her cheek. "It's called making love because you're meant to love the other person. Like I love you… I'm in love with you Renesmee Masen."
She grinned a slight lopsided grin, as a few tears started to trickle down her cheeks. Her heart exploded and her stomach flittered. He loved her. She took him by both hands and laced her fingers with his, their palms touching. The woven bands they both wore on their wrists twisted into a figure eight. She leaned into him and pressed their brows together, noses touching. "I love you too, Jake. I think my soul found its mate on the stage of that auditorium but I was too dumb to see it." She cupped her hands around his jaw and leaned in to kiss him.
Her lips met his softly as she kissed first his top lip, then his bottom lip. She feathered light kisses along his cheek and down his defined jaw. She ran her lips along his other cheek and kissed each eye lid before making her way back to his mouth. She met his lips with more force this time, dipping her tongue into his mouth. She ran the tip of her tongue along the edge of his teeth and sucked on his lower lip. Jakes hands had made their way under her shirt and his hands were fanned around her back, his thumbs rubbing circles on her abdomen.
Just because she'd said they couldn't have sex tonight didn't mean they couldn't have little fun. Renesmee kneeled up onto the bed and threw her leg over Jakes lap, straddling him as he sat on the edge of the mattress.
She pressed her hips in to his, through their jeans she could feel his hardness. He moaned into her mouth as his hand reached the back of her head and he pulled her kiss in further. She could feel her own breath quicken and the feeling of him against her center was sending shocks of heat through her body. She pushed him back onto the bed, still straddling him. His hands now rolled up her side, the heel of his hand brushed over the rise of her bust. She broke off contact, sitting up.
Jacob jerked his hand away, worried he'd taken a liberty too far. "Sorry," he apologized.
She whispered in a throaty voice as she rolled her pelvis against his rigidity. "Don't' be sorry Jake," she leaned over the bed looking across the room. "Stay. Right. Here." she ordered, as she dismounted, then dove to reach at something under Bella's bed. She grinned with mischief as she held up a Grey and Purple scarf. The same that had been on the door that night in October when they'd first met.
Jake bellowed out in laughter as she shimmied over to the door, wrapping it around the outside handle. Shutting the door, she turned so that her hand was still behind her, she paused for a moment and enjoyed the sight of him as he lay on his back, his arms folded behind him. He was a beautiful man.
Jake heard the click as she locked the door from inside. He was roused at the way her hips rocked as she slinked back towards him. She reached behind her back again and unclasped her bra, threading it through her sleeve and expertly removing it through the arm hole. "I think this is okay," she stated.
With fire blazing in his eyes he nodded, "definitely okay." His voice was thick with desire. She undid the draw string of her track pant, slowly pulling the threads apart as the bow unraveled, then she threaded her thumbs into the waist band. "What about this?" she tested, looking up through the wisps of hair that hung in her eyes.
"Still okay," Jake confirmed, enjoying the private show she was giving him. She lowered the cotton over her hips, revealing the plain black bikini pant underneath.
She moved to sit on the mattress, half sitting on the bed as she lifted her legs up, her feet towards Jake. "Help me," she asked. He sat up and unzipped the small zippers at the ankles. She pushed them down over her feet as Jake, bunching the pants up and unceremoniously dumping them on the floor.
Then it was his turn to undress a little. Ren reached for the bottom of his sweater and t-shirt and together lifted them over his head. "This is unquestionably, okay," he added, not even waiting for her playful question.
Renesmee nodded, splaying her fingers over his bare chest. "But I think should be enough skin for tonight. Is that okay?"
Jake held her face with both palms. "Ness, this is amazing. You are so damn hot, I don't think I could handle seeing any more of you or I'd explode, literally."
She laughed, her cheeks turning a crimson red. She lay down next to him, nestling into the crook of his shoulder, her fingers gently scraping along his chest sending sensual tremors over him. She leaned her face up to his and kissed him softly.
He'd had enough of slow and soft though. He rolled over on top of her, their bodies pressing together. His mouth crashing on to hers. She responded quickly, parting her knees and pulling him closer as he pressed his need against her panties. Supporting himself with one hand Jake rolled slightly on to his side, Ness shifting so that she was still pressed against him. He smoothed his palm over the material covering her chest, cupping around her breast. He gently massaged her peaks, softly pinching her nipples between his fingers through the cotton of her shirt. The sensation coursed through Renesmee, sending a surge of wetness between her legs, she bucked her hips to his, pressing in to the erection that was trapped in his jeans.
Ness broke off their kissing, breathless. "You can take off your jeans if you want, it can't be very comfortable in them."
Jake breathed into her ear. "I'll take them off latter. Right now I think it's safer for both of us if I'm a little uncomfortable." She reached down and rubbed her hand along his hard member through his pants. He moaned, "Fuck. Oh Ness, if you keep doing that it's gunna get real messy." She continued rubbing long strokes over his fly. "That's the point Jake." He felt like he'd won some like of award at her admission. He figured he'd already won the hottest girlfriend award and anything more that he got that night was icing on his special birthday cake.
He bent his head down to her nipples, through her shirt he pulled her into his mouth, sucking on the fabric, he flicked her teat with his tongue. She moaned as pleasure surged through her, a tightening in her stomach, her core tingling. His mouth moved up, kissing along her neck until he reached her mouth. His hands found the skin of her stomach underneath her shirt as he slid his fingers up, caressing the lower edge of her breasts. His calloused fingers skimmed over her nipples as they contracted under his touch. He switched to the other mound, pinching and twisting. Both of their hips rocking together. Ren was still rubbing in long strokes over his denim clad manliness.
Jake lifted up her shirt, bringing his tongue over the bare flesh of her hard nipples. He'd been dreaming of doing that ever since he'd seen her jumping up and down with nothing but a bra on that morning in this very dorm.
He bought her nipple into his mouth sucking gently, the pulling creating a heat in her core she was almost at her boiling point. She reached to Jakes fly, opening it enough to expose him. She rubbed quick circles around it while he suckled and licked her chest. Ness continued rubbing Jakes tip and stroking his length. As he sucked and fondled her nipples she made quiet calls of pleasure. Her body tensed as she arched off the covers, the euphoria of her climax washing though her tight and toned body. The release had been cathartic.
Seeing her body writhing in pleasure and hearing her sounds of satisfaction was the final straw for Jake, it brought him to his height as his seed spilt out onto both their bellies.
Blissful but a little self-conscious, he rolled further onto his side half sitting as he reached for his shirt. Jake rolled it up, pressing it into their stomachs, wiping up his spill. The suddenness of his release had caught him off guard, surprising him and leaving him embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. What a fucking mess." Renesmee pulled him pack down, pressing his head into her chest as she played with his hair. "Leave it. Just relax. Be here with me."
She closed her eyes as she breathed in his sent. He smelt like pine and Earth and man. It smelt like him. She liked it. "I want us to be okay with everything Jake. Step by step. And that was just step one. I want to know everything there is to know about you Jacob Black. Good, bad, clean and dirty."
He rubbed his face into her hair, breathing in the lavender sent. He allowed himself to be in the moment, enjoy the beautiful women in his arms. "Thank you Ness. That was so good." He reached up and coiled a curl of her hair around his finger, unwinding it and laying it over the rise of her bare chest.
"it was, wasn't it?"
"I love you Renesmee. Can you imagine how good the real thing will be? If it's anything like that just was, were going to need more than a weekend." With her shirt still up, exposing her, he traced the curve of her breast with his finger. Running it up and down over her nipple brushing the swell on the side with his fingernails, sending shivers over her. "You are so perfect," he stated.
He could feel her shaking her head, "No one's perfect Jake," she whispered, sleepy from the rush of bliss.
"You're perfect for me Ness."
Renesmee basked in his love, cuddling into him and lightly running her finger over his soft lips.
"I love you," she replied.
He gently lowered her t-shirt back down and they snuggled into each other as they drifted off to sleep with whatever clothes they still had on, wrapped in each other's arms.