Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or anything related, and I don't own any of these songs by their respective artists!


prompt: the iPod shuffle (first five songs that play)

rating: from k-m


i. ticks - brad paisley

'cause i'd like to see you out in the moonlight/i'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks/i'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers/and i'd like to check you for ticks

They're stargazing in a small clearing in the woods behind Bella's house, passing a bottle of rez moonshine disguised as Jim Beam (Quil's doing, no doubt, though Jake and Bella are oblivious) back and forth between them for no reason other than to live a little.

With his inhibitions weakening, Jacob trails a warm hand down her side, lingering at her hip and tracing circles where her shirt has risen to reveal her milky-white skin.

"Jacob," she warns, her tongue thick from the whiskey.

He just shrugs, fingers still trailing, and mutters "...tick season. Jus' checking."

Bella doesn't stop him.


ii. no air - glee cast

how do you expect me/to live alone with just me?/'cause my world revolves around you/it's so hard for me to breathe

Her truck breaks down a quarter mile outside of La Push; Bella pounds her fists against the steering wheel because damnit, she's in a hurry and it's raining and she can feel tears pressing behind her eyelids.

She runs and runs through the downpour and for once gravity is on her side until she reaches his garage and collapses against his sweltering chest.

"You were right Jake," she gasps against his skin, "I can't breathe without you anymore."

"Then I won't let you suffocate, Bells." And when he kisses her, air floods her lungs for the first time in months.


iii. you look good in my shirt - keith urban

and maybe its a little too early/to know if this is gonna work/all i know is you're sure looking/good in my shirt

Secretly, Jacob loves when he and Bella fight.

It's not the actual fighting part that he likes. (He really could do without her nagging him about leaving the toilet seat up, which somehow escalates into a full-blown argument about something they weren't discussing to begin with.)

It's the breathy whispers of I'm sorry between turbulent kisses and the feel of her smooth skin under his calloused fingertips and her tousled hair upon his pillow with that lookon her face and the sight of her standing at the kitchen counter wearing his favorite t-shirt.

Yeah, Jacob likes the after.


iv. real good man - tim mcgraw

when it comes to loving you/i've got velvet hands/i'll show you how a real bad boy/can be a real good man

"Yeah Mom, everyone's doing fine. Jacob's working on cars to earn some extra cash."

His searing lips press against the back of her neck, nipping gently, tongue darting out to lick her salty skin. He trails his hand under her blouse, thumb skimming along the underside of her right breast. Bella almost whimpers.

"Mhm, yeah, he's pretty good with his hands."

Jacob smiles wickedly against her skin, fully palming her now, and this time she gasps.

"Mom, Jake needs help with dinner. Call you later?"

He hears Renee say something about "playing safe" and then Bella's lips are on his.


v. passenger seat - shedaisy

when i look to my left see his suntanned hands/his muddy river hair and his thousand acre plans/i'm all shook up like a quarter in a can/ain't life sweet in the passenger seat

The warm air and bright California sunlight filters through the open windows of the Rabbit as they travel along the western coastline. Bella turns her attention to her own personalsun behind the wheel, suddenly feeling freer than she had when they'd left home.

"Jake?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you for being my best friend. For this road trip. And for everything."

When she grasps his fingers as they tap against his thigh to the beat of some song inside his head, he smiles sweetly and squeezes her hand and the hole in her chest shrinks a little.

"Anything for you, Honey."