A/N: This fic is definitely winding down, I think I'm only going to write one more chapter, unless I get more ideas from you guys. This I wrote really fast and hasn't been beta'd, but I hope you like it anyways. :-)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Shoot.

Rosalie could smell something wretched emanating from the kitchen. If it wasn't bad enough that the wolves were reeking up the house, they had to go and make disgusting smelling food. Right now, Rose could smell a combination of tuna, pickles and wet dog that was making her wrinkle her nose with distaste.

"Dog, what in the hell are you making?"

Jake stood at the counter, making himself a sandwich. He was, as usual, shirtless and barefoot, and his jeans hung dangerously low on his hips. Rose's eyes skimmed him up and down before putting the sneer back on her face.

"Tuna salad sandwich," he said, and took a huge bite of it.

"Deplorable," she muttered.

"What's the matter, Blondie? Doesn't it look good?" Jake waved the sandwich in front of her face, and she fought hard not to crush in his skull with her pinkie.

"Get that away from me, Mutt," she said through her teeth.

"Hey, Blondie, ever heard this one? 'A blonde went to buy a pizza and after ordering, the assistant asked the blonde if she would like her pizza cut into six pieces or twelve. "Six please" she said, "I could never eat twelve!"'

Rosalie snarled. Of course she'd heard it, she'd been in this form for more than seventy years. "Shut the hell up," she hissed.

"Rosie, baby, don't be like this. You know the only reason you hate me is because you want me so bad."

A horrified expression crossed her face. "I absolutely do not, Dog. If I can't even stand the smell of you now, what makes you think I'd like it any more when you're sweaty?" A shudder passed through her at the very thought.

"Hey, it's not like you smell much better to me, Bo Peep," Jake said, his nose wrinkled as well. "But haven't you ever heard that angry sex is the best sex?"

Rosalie tried not to think about Edward and their piano romp, and failed. Yes, it was very, very good.

"Haha, don't even try to tell me you're not thinking about it!" Jake taunted. "You want me to bend you over this counter right now and take you like the dirty, filthy dog that I am."

Rosalie could hardly deny it. Her body was on fire with the possibilities, but she wanted to fight against it. Jake was annoying. He was obnoxious. He was crass. He was gorgeous. Rose's eyes drifted up and down his body again, pretending she didn't want to know what was under his jeans. He caught her looking, and smirked.

"Don't even bother to deny it, Marilyn. You want me. You want me now. Come on, let's just get it over with. We'll still hate each other when it's over, but maybe some of the tension'll be gone."

"Fine!" she spat out, surprising them both, and started to pull off her shirt.

"Nope, keep the clothes on," he said. "Just pull up your skirt."

"Why you little-"

"I think you'll find that nothing about me is little," he smirked, unzipping his pants, revealing his hard, ready cock. She licked her lips in anticipation. "This isn't personal, Blondie. It's release. You and I both know that. So let's spare the foreplay, because we both know we don't need it."

She hated to admit it, but she was right. She was already soaked just thinking about him balls deep inside her. She could already imagine how hot he'd be inside her cold body.

"Bend over," he commanded, and she was surprised and turned on by his authoritative tone.

"What?" he said, noting her surprise. "I am an Alpha, you know."

She rolled her eyes and bent over the kitchen counter. She'd have to be careful not to dig her body into it too much. Esme would kill her if she had to replace the tiles. She always got annoyed when Rose and whoever she was with wrecked something. She liked to blame Emmett, but everyone knew that Rose was the real destructive force.

Jake felt her slick folds and cursed. "Shit, Rosalie, you're so wet for me."

"Don't call me by my name."

"Fine, Blondie, you're so wet for me!" He dipped his burning hot fingers into her center. "Fuck," he cursed.

"Give it to me, Dog," she growled. "NOW!"

"Demanding, are we? Just for that I think I'll wait a minute…"

He flipped up her skirt, and pushed aside her panties. "So sexy," he murmured, almost to himself. He brushed against her clit a few times, making her arch her back, her blonde hair spilling down her back, a golden curtain to hold onto.

"Please, Mutt, please!"

"I never thought you'd beg for it," he said in wonder, and then he guided himself to her entrance, teasing her folds one last time before plunging in.

"FUCK!" they screamed in unison. She was ice, surrounding his fire, and the two sought to destroy each other as they fucked mindlessly against the counter. Jake drilled into her, panting with each thrust, aching to fuck her out of his system. He'd had far too many dreams about her, and much too much time on his hands to entertain thoughts of doing just this. His right hand hurt from all the alone time he'd needed after their many spats.

"Harder, please!" she whimpered, and again his head spun with the amazement that she could ever beg for it.

He moved faster, his hips a blur, though still not reaching the pace she so desired. Just before she was about to do it, Jake took one hand off her hip, and moved it to the front, rubbing the place were they were joined together, teasing her clit.

And then, he slowed his pace to almost a stand still. He pulled out until only his tip was still inside her, and then slowly eased himself back into her body, brushing against every good spot inside her. He repeated this over and over, driving them both insane with sensations.

"Shit, Jake, that's so good!" she whimpered. His hands were so hot on her, and it felt fucking amazing. She had never lasted such a short of time, but she was so close to her climax.

So was Jake. Rose was incredibly tight. No wonder all the guys want her, he thought to himself. He could only imagine what it would be like if she put her mouth on him, or his mouth on her. Shit.

Moments later, he was cumming, and Rose followed, milking his cock with her vice-like muscles.

"Oh fuck, Mutt, that was…"

"I know."

He pulled out, displeasing them both. He smacked her on the ass, for good measure, and flipped her skirt back down. He zipped his own pants.

"All out of your system now?" he asked cockily.

She did nothing but glare at him, and he knew it wasn't. If anything, they had just made it worse. Well, that'll be a treat, he thought to himself.