Sleeping Together

You know that moment in life when you just feel that finally, finally everything is going according to plan. That, for once in your life, you know exactly what's going to happen and that, despite your pessimistic and cynical thoughts, that it is actually happening.

Like that moment when you wake up and realize that you're not at home with Mum and Dad, but are in your home. That you finally did it, you're on your own and are really starting your life; getting a job, doing what you love, meeting new people, starting relationships, becoming successful.

Or the simpler, more nerve-wracking moment when after you just put your heart on the line by asking some girl, no, by asking the girl if she wants to go out with you on Friday and she says 'yes' making that moment when you feel so nervous and dejected, thinking that she'd never go out with you, when your heart is in your throat, furiously pumping and making every breath an effort, totally worth it.

But then, since Life's a bitch that refuses to, for once in her bitter existence, give you a break, the worst thing happens. The moment turns and things get awkward.

I'm talking about tumbleweed getting blown across the street awkward. I'm talking about a moment so awkward that the crickets refuse to make noise.

That moment, ladies and gentlemen, is happening right now.

I just backed out of Embry and Maria's driveway and the car ride is already awkward.

Leah's not saying anything because she's still pissed that Seth took her car, and I have no idea what to say. Usually, making conversation would be easy. Mostly it would begin with me teasing her, which would then result in her retaliating, and then we would bicker before we'd make out which would then lead to the fun stuff.

Yeah, that fun stuff.

And despite my plan to show Leah that I'm it for her, that I'm the only guy that can make her feel good, both emotionally and physically, that I'm the one that knows her body and mind better than any other guy out there, I just want her to talk to me.

"So say something!" Jacobina yells.

"What do you suggest I say? 'Hey Leah, I know you're pissed that Seth took your car, but I just really wanted to drive you home so that IHLPFW could have another meeting so I can show you that I'm better than Sam, Ricky Dick-face, and any other guy you've ever been with combined. Oh, by the way, I think I may have feelings for you. Just thought you should know!'?" I growl.

Jacobina sighs. "Why is it so hard for guys to make conversation?"

"Well I don't hear you doling out any conversation topics," I comment darkly, getting irritated at her pressure to get me talking when I have no idea what to say.

Jacobina stamps her foot and huffs, "Say something! Say anything! It has to be better than this silence!"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?" I shout.

"Jake, how do I turn on the radio?" Leah asks, turning her attention from picking her nails to the many knobs and buttons on the dashboard.

"YES!" Jacobina squeals. "With music the ride won't be half as awkward! Turn on the radio!"

"Sure, sure," I answer Jacobina with a nod, turning the radio on for Leah.

"Thanks." Leah gives me a small smile before trying to find a good station.

"Oh shit, what if she turns the radio on some sappy love song like Mariah Carey, or some heavy metal song that has her screaming 'DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!'? How am I supposed to work with that?" I panic.

"Calm down! You know Leah; would she want to listen to Mariah Carey or heavy metal? Hmm?" Jacobina raises an eyebrow.

"No," I mumble.

"Exactly," she gloats. "Now watch the road and try to think of something to say. But remember: stay calm!"

Following Jacobina's instructions, I concentrate on the road while Leah fiddles with the radio until she finds something.

"Oh! I love this song!" she smiles as she turns up the radio.

I recognize Deborah Harry's voice and the song "Heart of Glass".

Bobbing her head from side to side, Leah starts to sing along; "Once I had a love and it was a gas, soon turned out had a heart of glass. Seemed like the real thing, only to fi-ind much of mistrust, love's gone behind."

No longer looking at the road, I can't help but stare at Leah. She's singing.

She's singing badly.

Really badly.

Do not laugh.

Dear God Jake, in the name of Taha Aki, do not laugh if you want to live.

"Once I had a love and it was divine, soon found out I was losing my mind," she starts to smile and really belt it out. "It seemed like the real thing but I was so bli-ind, much of mistrust, love's gone behind."

Resist.

Resist the temptation.

Biting my lip, I try so hard not to laugh. It's really not that funny. It's not like I can sing either.

And yet…

Lost in the song, Leah closes her eyes and continues to sing and dance in her seat, giant smile on her face, completely ignoring me. "In between what I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine, love is so confusing there's no peace of mind."

Prying my eyes from Leah's dancing form; I try to focus on the road.

Breathe: in through the nose, and out through the mouth.

Do not laugh. Do. Not. Laugh.

Leah opens her eyes and locks her gaze with me. Her singing trails off and dies at the end: "If I fear I'm losing you it's just no good, you teasing like you do."

I have the strongest urge to laugh, to tease her and ask what Simon thought of her singing, but I resist. What I can't resist is the chuckle bubbling in my throat.

Soon her gaze turns into a glare when she sees the shit-eating grin on my face. Instantly, I feel the need to protect my balls. Leah has a feral grip and knows to aim where it hurts in order to get revenge.

And I like Gomez and Esteban where they are.

Besides, I don't get why she's mad. She looked cute and happy when she was singing.

Ha! She looked happy and I didn't even have to open my mouth! Take that Ricky Dick-face. I didn't have to sprout out some lame joke for her to politely laugh at.

Jacob: 1. Dick-face: 0

Interrupting my internal bashing of Dick-face, Leah snaps at me. "What?"

"Ah, uh, it's, you, um." I stare at her, trying to figure out what in the hell to say.

"Help!" I beg Jacobina.

"You're on your own with this one. I'm not getting involved with this." Jacobina throws up her hands in surrender.

I'm definitely going to get punched in the balls.

"Or worse."

"You, you just, it's, you," I clear my throat and try to think of something clever and witty, yet sweet, to say. Something that will allow me to keep my balls in a non-squished, non-pulverized, non-punched, non-kicked, not-harmed-in-any-way state.

This is going to be harder than I thought.

While I'm thinking, out of its own accord, my mouth opens and verbal diarrhea comes out, "You sound like a drowned cat when you sing and it's hilarious."

Shit.

"Way to go dipshit!" Jacobina yells.

"It was an accident! Oh god! My balls! Gomez! Esteban! I hardly got any use out of you two guys! NO!" I yell mournfully.

"You idiot!" Jacobina 'slaps' me. "What about Leah? Huh? What about her?"

"What about her?" I dumbly ask.

"How do you think she feels? Hmm?"

I look at Leah and she looks hurt, pissed, and horrified all in one.

"Shit."

"Exactly. How do you plan of fixing this one Romeo?" Jacobina asks, putting her hands on her hips.

I look at Leah sheepishly, praying to Taha Aki that she'll think that me being 'honest' is 'sweet' and 'great for our non-relationship-relationship' instead of a dick thing to say.

"Which it was," Jacobina pipes in.

I continue to stare at her, trying to apologize with my eyes. Leah refuses to me my stare and focuses her gaze outside the windshield. Ignoring me, Leah refuses to sing but continues to mouth the words to the chorus.

Unable to sit in the silence any longer, I do the first thing that pops into my head to make this situation better: I sing.

More precisely, I imitate dear ol' Debbie Harry's falsetto voice.

Badly.

"Once I had a love and it was a gas, soon turned out to be a pain in the ass!" I half-screech, half-sing. Leah sends me a confused glance before a look of recognition crosses her face.

"Seemed like the real thing only to fi-ind," my voice cracks and Leah starts to laugh as I continue my lame impression, "much of mistrust, love's gone behind!"

I continue to sing the chorus long after the song has ended. By the time that we get to Leah's, I've moved on from "Heart of Glass" to "Call Me."

I kill the engine and stare out the windshield as Leah and I try to calm our laughter after my little karaoke session. Once she's calm, Leah looks at me and shoots me a genuine smile.

I lean forward, brushing my nose against hers, about to plant a soft kiss on her lips when Leah whispers, "I'm hungry."

Leaning back, she unbuckles her seatbelt and asks me, "You hungry?"

Trying to rebuff her rejection, I nod, "Yeah, I could eat."

"Good." She gets out of the car and walks to the front door. "I have no idea how they can expect us to eat so little and not be starving when we leave," she babbles as she opens the door. I follow her to the house, dragging my feet along the way.

"Stop sulking! Get your head in the game, Jake," Jacobina orders. "So she didn't kiss you, so what? Get over it!"

Irritated by my lack of response, Jacobina continues, "If you had a choice between food and sex, what would you choose? Answer honestly. It'd be food, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah."

"So," Jacobina presses, "get over it and get in there and bond over food or something. Just stop sulking."

"And the leftovers they give us are like a snack," I agree, stepping inside, following her into the kitchen.

Leah sticks her head in the fridge, shuffling things around, trying to find something for us to eat. Leah looks at me with a frown, "So, we don't have anything to heat up, and I have no money to order a pizza with."

"No! We're going starve!" I yell in mock-horror.

"Shut up," she slaps the back of my head. "I'm sure we can make something. It's not like we don't have anything in the fridge."

"Well, what do you know how to make?" I ask, skeptical of her cooking abilities.

"Well, I could make us one of three things," she says as she shuts the fridge. Leaning against the counter, she numbers the meals off; "One, we could have a grilled cheese. Two, an omelet. Or three, toast."

"Hmm, how many eggs do you have?" I ask.

"Umm," she opens the fridge before calling out, "We have enough for two omelets each." She shuts the fridge with one of her legs as she sets everything we'll need for the omelets down on the counter.

"Great."

Leah grabs a bowl and a pan from the cupboard while I grab all of the utensils we'll need.

I wash and dry the veggies while Leah cracks and whips the eggs. She watches me chop the vegetables from across the counter, waiting to be able mix them in with the eggs.

"What?"

"Nothing," she smiles. "You just chop slowly."

Rolling my eyes, I can't help but smile. "Sorry. Here your Highness," I bow as I hand off the chopped veggies.

"Thank you." She mixes the vegetables with the eggs.

Turning on the stove, Leah sets the pan down on the burner and we wait for a bit as the pan heats up.

"Spiderman or Superman?"

"Pardon?" I ask.

Leah rolls her eyes and asks again, "Who would you rather be, Spiderman or Superman?"

"Spiderman," I answer immediately. "Hands down. With Spidey, I don't have to wear that ridiculous costume that Superman does."

"Spiderman wears tights just like Superman," Leah retorts as she starts to cook one omelet.

"Yeah, but he doesn't have to wear that stupid Speedo on top of his tights," I reason. "Plus I have a mask to hide my identity where Superman just has glasses."

"Yeah, I never got how nobody ever figured out that Clark and Superman were the same person. I've seen Rachel with glasses and she doesn't look that different."

"Exactly. Plus Spidey's power is way better."

"I don't know about that," she counters.

"What? How can you say that?" I gasp.

"Well, Spiderman can only shoot webs, where Superman has super powers." She folds the omelet and starts another one.

"First of all, Spiderman has these 'superpowers,' too. And second, Superman can only fly and that's it. The guy is all muscle and speed. Spiderman has speed, stealth, awesome web power, he's great at photography, he can climb walls, his eyesight is like 100% and he's just generally awesome," I defend.

"How is 'great at photography' a superpower?" Leah asks with a smug grin.

We continue this debate while Leah makes the omelets.

"Are you almost done?" I ask, leaning my chin on her shoulder and wrapping my arms around her waist. "I'm starving," I whine, nuzzling her neck.

She leans her head back and smiles, "Yeah, go get us some plates."

We eat across from each other on the counter and continue our debate of 'Who is the better superhero?' while we wash the dishes.

"Fine, Batman is better than Superman," I relent. "But Scooby-Doo is way better than Batman."

"What? How does that work? Scooby-Doo isn't even a superhero!"

"Oh-ho! I beg to differ! Scooby and the gang fight crime. They catch bad guys," I point out.

"But how does that make them superheroes? They're just kids and a dog."

"You have something against dogs, Lee?" I smile.

"No," she rolls her eyes. "I just don't see how those 'meddling kids' can be superheroes."

"I could say the same thing about Batman. The dude is just a billionaire with gadgets. He's on the same playing field as Scooby and the gang."

"Whatever, I still think Batman is better than Scooby," Leah shrugs.

"You're wrong, but whatever," I smirk at her irritated face.

After a while, she breaks the silence that settles in the room. "It's late," she says as she notices the time.

"Yeah," I agree.

"We should probably say goodnight."

"Mhm."

Slowly, I lean in and kiss her softly on the lips. "G'night, Lee."

"You're not going to stay?" she asks, slightly disappointed.

"Is that an invitation?"

"Do you need one?" she quirks a brow.

"Nope," I smile.

"Good," she says before crushing her lips against mine.

I moan when her tongue reaches mine, gripping her waist, crushing her body closer to mine.

When air becomes necessary, I break the kiss. Leah starts to trail kisses along the column of my neck, nipping and licking every so often. "Oh, fuck, Lee," I hiss as her teeth scrape against my neck.

Not being able to take her teasing anymore, I force my lips on hers, sliding my tongue through her lips. Curling her tongue around mine, Leah starts to run her hands through my hair, tugging on the end, bringing me closer to her.

I walk us back so that her back hits the counter. Taking advantage of having Leah cornered, I grab her by the back of her thighs and hoist her up on top of the counter, not breaking our kiss.

I run my hands up and down her thighs, slipping them underneath her dress and kneading her ass.

Moaning, her hands run up and down my chest as she leans up and whispers, "My room. Now."

Her arms and legs wrap around me like a vice as I carry her up the stairs to her room.

Making our way up the stairs, Leah starts to kiss the curve of my neck as she rubs her hips against mine.

Stifling a groan, I choke out in a warning tone, "Lee."

I moan. Fuck, will she stop with the hips? I'll drop her if she doesn't stop with the—ooh fuck. Right there.

Fuck I love her hips.

Pressing her back against the wall, I attack her mouth with mine.

"If you don't stop that Lee, I'm going to drop you," I growl, thrusting my hips to hers.

"Ohh," she moans, "you'd never drop me, Jake." She smiles as she starts to nibble on my earlobe.

Hiking her dress to the tops of her thighs, I ran my hands over her hips to cup her ass. Leah groans into my mouth, tightening her legs around my waist as she starts to grind herself against me.

"Behave Leah, or you won't get anything," I warn in a strained voice, the bulge in my pants becoming painful.

Leah chuckles huskily before she gives a slight nod.

Pushing off the wall, I continue to walk up the stairs, moaning and groaning in time with Leah's grinding hips and her hot breath on my neck.

Finally reaching her room, I practically run inside, shutting the door and pressing Leah's back against it.

Getting over her initial shock of being slammed against the door, Leah's hands reach up and grab my hair in tight fists, dragging my mouth to meet hers. Leah's tongue enters my mouth and our tongues engage in a battle for dominance. Her tongue curls around mine before it strokes the roof of my mouth. I feel a jolt of arousal go through me and my hips thrust at hers.

Hearing her moan, I crush my body closer against hers, growling as she runs her hands down my chest. Her hands inch their way up, bringing my shirt with them until it is completely off.

Her hand glides up and down my chest, scratching every now and then, until it reaches the waistband of my jeans. Reaching into my pants, her hand disappears between my legs. I throw my head back as Leah strokes me.

Trailing kisses along her neck collarbone, my hand makes its way down in between her legs as I stroke her. Leah throws back her head and moans and I feel her get even wetter.

"Bed. Now," she orders between pants.

I have no objections. Right now all I want to do is ram myself into her, claim her, mark her, make her mine.

Walking backwards towards the bed, I continue to stroke Leah through her panties until the back of my legs hit the edge of her mattress. Falling back onto the bed, Leah breaks our kiss, her mouth leaving a hot trail of open-mouthed kisses down my chest all the way down to the waistband of my jeans. Quickly, she yanks down my pants and underwear before straddling me and grinding her hips against mine.

Grabbing her hip and thighs, I flip us so that we switch places and her back is pressed against the mattress.

Not wanting this to be just some other fuck, I take my time planting open-mouthed kisses down her neck until I reach the barrier of her dress. I let my hands roam down to the bottom of her dress before I slip my hands up under the fabric, dragging it up to her waist.

"Ja-ake," she moans.

Leah bucks her hips at me and I take this opportunity to slide my hands up her thighs and drag her panties down her legs. After tossing them somewhere behind me, I let my hands slide up her ankles, calves, thighs, and the sides of her body, dragging her dress up with me.

Once her dress is completely off, I can't help but stare down at her. She's breathing heavily, her lips are swollen and her eyes are completely clouded with lust.

Lust for me.

Only me.

She's mine.

Hitching her leg around my waist, I position myself right between her legs. Poised at her entrance, I thrust into her, hard. Letting out a cry, Leah starts bucking her hips back into me.

I moan and bring her hips up to me, hitting a new spot. We both moan at the new position as Leah continues to buck her hips against me in time with my thrusts.

"Jake!" Leah moans, "Oh! Fuck!"

I start to thrust faster and harder, abandoning my plan to go slow, our release on my mind.

"Fuck Lee, you feel so good," I murmur into her ear before thrusting into her again.

Grinding her hips to mine, she moans. "Harder!"

I take a hold of her hips and thrust faster, deeper, and harder.

"Yes! Yes! Right there! Jake!"

Feeling her tighten around every inch of me, I curse as I pick up my thrusting. "Fuck!"

I thrust even faster and, soon, I feel Leah's body tense and begin to quiver before she yells, "JAKE!"

I bury my head in the crook of her neck and let out a groan, "Leah!"

Leah pants on my neck, trying to calm her breathing as I try to do the same. Once our breathing has settled, I roll off of her as she detangles her legs from mine, spent.

After catching my breath, I cuddle towards her, nuzzling her neck and placing kisses along the column.

"Mmm, Jake," she sighs contentedly.

Leah turns around and lays her head on my chest, tangling out legs together.

"I'm beat," she yawns.

I laugh, "Was I too much for you, Clearwater?"

"Ha, as if," she snorts. "It's just been a long-ass day, y'know?"

"Yeah," I mutter, tightening my grip on her waist, remembering her talking to Dicky-Boy.

I start to draw circles on the small of her back, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against mine.

Soon I hear Leah's soft snore and I take that as my cue to go.

Knowing the rules about sleeping over, (we don't wake up together since that would make it 'officially' sleeping over), I try to get off of the bed before I fall asleep and be screwed in the morning with Leah yelling at me saying that Seth or Sue could have come home and caught us together and "What then? What do we say then?!"

Carefully, I try to release untangle our legs and release Leah's grip on me. "No!" Leah whimpers as I try to pry her arms off of me.

"But—"

"Stay," she yawns, snuggling closer to me, further tangling her legs with mine.

"Okay, I'll stay," I whisper.

Leah smiles and turns over so that we're spooning. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I cuddle closer to her, ready to sleep.

Just as I'm drifting off, I can't help the thought that goes through my mind: I guess cuddling my pillow paid off after all.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

Flyaway Dove, you are amazing for putting up with my bad grammar and horrible verb tenses. I bow to you.

Lots of family issues going on right now so I don't know when I'll be able to write or read anything.

Oh, and I don't think I'll write anymore lemons. God, writing this one was painful. I apologize if it seemed awkward, because it was definitely awkward writing it.

Anyways, you know the drill: I write, you read and leave a review to say 'hi.'

Lu