TwiPairing Craze

Here we go again. Dedicated to ishha for reviewing and what not.

So, instead of starting up TPC 2, I thought I might go on with this one. Otherwise, I'm going to start Consequences...Sorry for the delay. School. Minor OOCness.

I do not own Twilight. All characters are property of their respective owner, Stephenie Meyer. No Copyright infringement is intended.

TPC------------------------------------Jacob/Leah------------------------------------TPC

3rd Person Point of View.

Leah couldn't sleep.

It was one regular night of patrol within the Quileute pack, the moon was waxing, and the breeze was cool. Leah was supposed to be sleeping, whereas Quil was patrolling. Within her group was Quil, Jacob and Leah. Quil wandered up and down the boundary, leaving Jacob and Leah to rest...without disturbance. It wasn't likely.

Leah was agitated, within her wolf form, no mind was paralled nor restricted to any extent. If one dreamt about pickles, all would know. This disturbance had bent all desire to sleep. There was no way to evade it, so instead, she watched.

She readjusted her legs, the dirt scattered underneath her fur. The southerly winds pushed and pulled on the trees above her, the leaves had ceased to attach to the branches, and settled around her. The moon of midnight shone above the wolf, and alerted the girl. The clouds had continually covered the moon, and sweeping along the skies.

Jacob's human snores resonated in her ears, wavering the thoughts she was so absorbed in. Quil could tell that she was doing this, but stayed silent, unwilling to anger her.

Jacob was probably dreaming of Bella, as usual. Leah, in particular, was disgusted by what his mind was able to do. She watched his chest, her breathing now attuning itself to the rise and fall of his. He was only metres away from her, lying in a pile of sticks, leaves and dirt, his skin slightly discoloured from the dirt.

Quil mumbled something, almost in a dogmatic sense, to ask her to rest. In her current state of extreme concentration, sleeping would be unnecessary.

Sam's voice popped up between them, his voice calm and soft, inquiring to Quil. He understood that Leah was in a state of innsomnia, and left his thoughts wavering. Leah's ears dropped, her neck resting on the cool ground. She closed her eyes in an attempt to rest.

Her thoughts turned more bitter now, she was in a state of reflection.

After several minutes, her mind melted into a sleeplike trance. She was lightly swaying, her fur flattened by the winds. In reflection, her peaceful thoughts turned bitter. She jolted awake, almost like someone had told her to stop. She stood up, and phased back. The pseudo-relaxation had annoyed her. She figured she would rather be locked inside her own mind, than everyone elses.

She abandoned her previous attempt to sleep, and resumed her reflection over Jacob. It irked her that he could sleep so peacefully. Though it was the jumble of emotions and actions inside her head that would send the otehrs affray, there was something inside of her, like a small voice, telling her, pleading her to be nicer.

She never relied on this subconcious voice for anything as a wolf, but as a human, she let it take over.

Leah gazed up at the sky, clouds still flying around. Her little voice told her, Jacob is thinking of you. She scoffed. Jacob snorted, and opened his eye closest to the ground. He groaned, and while he gained his eyesight, Leah recoiled.

Let me handle this one. That little voice had crooned. Leah's attitude was repelled, so to speak. She narrowed her eyelids slightly, in a flirtatious glance. A hint of a smile picked up. Inner-Leah stared from these eyes, and, quite frankly, was shocked. As if she would flirt with him!! But then again...she needed it every once in a while. Inner-Leah sighed, elated that no-one else knew these thoughts but her.

Leah crawled closer towards Jake's makeshift bed. He was still in a slight state of incoherence, rubbing his eyes, and stretching out. He paused, shocked at Leah's closeness. Inner-Leah swore to herself, Damn his breath stinks.

"Hey, sleepy. What's on your mind?" That look on his face was practically asking the same thing. His eyebrows knitted closer. The wind blew, his hair whipping about his face. His large eyes focused on Leah, her body language reading that she wouldn't be moving anytime soon.

"Urghh..." He grumbled. He looked up at the midnight sky. He wasn't sure what to tell her.

"How was your sleep?" She shuffled closer to him. Inner-Leah gagged...he was most probably dreaming of the vampire-lover... He lay with no response. She moved even closer to him, there noses only centimetres away.

"Well, I heard you sleep-talking..." She paused for effect. Jacob turned to his side, his dark hair dropping into his face. "You said something about kissing...I think." She began to whisper. Jacob moved closer, as to hear what she was saying. Inner-Leah rolled her eyes.

"Like what??" He mumbled. Now this was the way to blackmail somebody!!

"Oh, I don't know...but you know what?" She batted her eyelashes. She could feel the heat radiating off him, as his heart began to escalate in panic.

"What?" He almost barked.

"I think I heard my name in there somewhere..." He looked puzzled, but winced in a way that told her she was right.

"Right, because I don't like you watching over me, like the world revolves around you." She flinched. Leah's nonchalant side was hard to keep up.

"Yeah, you do. It's better than you dreaming about kissing Bella." The real Leah was beginning to show again. Jacob recoiled only slightly.

"Not like you care..." she interrupted him, saying.

"Well, I think I might...because I'm willing to help you." That was enough. Jacob pushed himself out of his makeshift bed, and onto her awaiting lips. The heat spilled from within them, and the wind cooled them down.

With lips thrashing, hands sliding and thoughts wavering, the night continued on and on and on, and the pair were undisturbed until the morning light.