There is a certain mythical sort of feeling about being kissed by the girl you love. It might be the werewolf thing, I don't know, but I'm almost positive that it happens, on some level, to everyone.
Kissing Bella is kind of like being cut open. Having my organs rearranged and put back together so they match hers, our pulses thudding in the same rhythm, her lips molding to mine, her breath hot in my mouth, the taste of her on my tongue. It's like being an astronaut without a spaceship, floating without air and dying, but not being able to resist enjoying the view.
Which is why, I guess, it's sort of hard to stop once we get going.
"Bella," I breathe when we break apart for air. She doesn't answer, her labored breaths stopping only to drag her lips across my neck. "No – ah, seriously…honey, you – you've gotta stop that."
I can feel her smile against my skin, and she tilts her head up and suddenly she's pushing me on top of the pile of clothes on the chair in the corner. I'm so surprised that I don't even have time to stop her, and she giggles at this.
"Hey, I moved you!" she squeals, pushing my shoulder again. When it doesn't move, she throws me an exaggerated frown.
"Bella," I say again, my tone reprimanding. She smirks and swings her legs so that she's straddling my lap, kissing me again.
"Jacob," she breathes into my mouth, pitching her voice lower and mimicking my tone. She threads her fingers through my hair and pulls at it, kissing my neck again.
I groan, frustrated. "Stop that." I pry her arms off and pull them to her sides. She frowns cutely again and struggles against my grip.
"Hey," I say sternly when she gives up, forgetting her arms and craning her neck forward again. "What's the hurry, Bells?"
"No hurry," she mumbles, stretching far enough to graze her teeth against me ear.
"Then why are you acting like a cat in heat?"
She grins. "You're a dog."
I roll my eyes. "You knowI wasn't trying to make a joke."
"I know," she nods. "You're just naturally funny." Then she goes back to the kissing again.
"Bella!" I remark, kind of weirded out that she's acting like this, to tell the truth. I use my hold on her arms to lean her away from me. "What's up?"
"I told you, nothing," she insists. She dips her head and looks up at me from underneath her lashes. "I want you, Jake."
"Oh, Jesus," I mutter under my breath. Then I address her. "I don't think that's such a good idea, Bells."
"Why not?"
"'Cause," I shrug. "I don't know. I mean, you only ran away from her vampire fiancée a few days ago to reunite with your werewolf best friend. And I'm still not used to this," I point out, tilting my head to the two of us. "Also –" and, as if this conversation isn't bad enough, I actually blush at this point, "I've, uh, never done…that before."
She sighs. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
I shoot her a grin. "I'm always right."
She rolls her eyes. "Be quiet," she says plainly, standing up. She fixes her hair in the mirror before turning back to me. "I'm sorry, Jake, it's just –" She turns red and I'm kind of glad, because this other personality was making me a bit uncomfortable. "Well, I feel like I've waited so long to have you, even though I only truly realized that it was you I had to have not too long ago." She stares at me. "I just want to make the most of it, since it seems like I tend to fuck up a lot."
My eyes get wide. Bella doesn't really curse, and when she does it's usually because she hurt herself or she's super angry. Then I catch the look in her eyes and I walk over to her, tilting her chin up with my finger.
"Hey," I say softly. "We've both had our share of fuck-ups. Everybody does. But right now, we have each other." I kiss her lightly. "And that's enough, right?"
"Always," she says firmly, kissing me back. "That's why I want to be with you." She gives me that multiple-personality look again. "That's why I want you."
"Let's just hold off on…" I blush again, "that, at least until we're back home, okay?"
Bella hesitates for a second before nodding. "Yeah, alright." She bites her lip. "I'm not, like, some sex-crazed teenager, you know."
"Oh, really?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. "You do realize you basically just tried to jump me, don't you?"
She blushes, looking away. "I hate you, and you liked it."
"Can't argue with that," I say, shrugging. I kiss her again, quick and sweet, tugging on a piece of her hair that's covering her face.
Bella goes back to looking in the mirror, trying to fix herself up or something. God only knows.
I shake my head and wrap my arms around her waist, looking at both of us in the mirror. It still surprises me how different we are: tiny, pale Bella, and the huge Indian towering over her.
I lean my head down so it's almost level with hers. "You're beautiful, honey."
She smiles softly, crossing her arms over mine. "I don't really hate you."
"I know."
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A/N: Haha. This chapter's sort of light/heavy, 'cause the last chapter was pretty much pure angst. Um, I hope Bella isn't too OOC, but, you know, considering how she acted in Breaking Dawn…well, I think it's pretty plausible. Also: tell me if you think it's too mushy. Sometimes my romanticisms kind of get ahead of me.
