X-Tension
The rain began to subside and suddenly the silence in the car was deafening. I could hear my heart pounding in my head and then another rhythm began. It grew louder, stronger and was soon in perfect time with the first. It must have been my imagination. Could her heart have just tuned itself to mine? Was that possible?
A simple test would tell. I kissed her harder, knotting my hands in her hair. Her heart skipped a beat...and mine did, too. This was something new. I wondered if anything else about us would become so synchronized. Her hands were roaming away from my face, and I had my answer. She was just as turned on as I was. Time to put on the brakes. I kissed her lips gently, and and leaned back to my side of the car.
She didn't argue- and I didn't need to restrain her, so I assumed she had gained some amount of self control. I didn't need to ask her if she knew what had just happened. As she brushed a strand of hair from her face, she smiled a knowing smile.
"So, you said something about a meeting we needed to get to?"
"Yes. As a matter of fact I did, didn't I? Is it okay with you if we do it now? You don't have to be home soon, do you?" A devilish grin spread across her angelic face. "What?" Had I said something funny?
"What exactly are you asking me, Jacob?" Oh. Should have worded that differently. "Do these seats recline?" She reached under the seat and before I realized what had happened she was lying beside me in her seat. The thin red jacket pulled up high on her thighs. The sweat pants were loose and, whether by accident or intentionally, they were off her legs. She kicked her feet out of them, and then stretched her arms above her head, looking innocently at me. The jacket retreated even higher up her legs.
Oh, dear God in heaven... Help! She was baiting me. I couldn't resist her much longer.
"Angela! Jeez! I'm not Superman!" I gripped the steering wheel tightly. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't look away from her. I pried my hands loose and inhaled deeply. The sweet scent of her skin and hair filled my lungs. I flung open the door and slammed it shut behind me. I peered through the window at her. She had righted the seat and she was leaning against the dash with her head on her arms.
I jerked open my door. "Don't cry! I'm sorry I yel-..." a sound cut me off, "are you laughing?"
She was.
She leaned back and put her hand on her chest. "You are SO easy!" she chuckled. "Guess I know how to get my way with you, huh?"
"Oh, you are SO funny!" I mocked her. "I think it might be best if we got a little fresh air...and put some space between us."
"I'm sorry," she stifled a laugh, "but I couldn't help myself. That seems to be the reoccurring them here, doesn' it?"
I frowned and she fought to keep a straight face.
"I really am sorry. I'll be serious now," she stepped out of the car and had the waist of the pants bunched up in her hands to keep them from falling around her ankles. "About that meeting...I don't have anywhere to be, so let's...Oh, crap!"
"What, you do have somewhere to be? It's alright, really," truly it wasn't. I needed to talk to the others now and I wanted her with me. After all, our lives were becoming so entwined that my secrets were hers now. She needed to understand what she was getting into. Plus, I didn't want to give her back just yet. There was so much about her that I didn't know. I was eager to find out what made her tick.
"Ben." She slumped against the car, looking troubled by something she wasn't telling me.
"No, Jake. Remember?" I joked. Angela didn't look like she was joking.
"No, Ben," she shook her head, and pulled the pants tighter around her waist. "How do I tell Ben?"
I had no idea what she was talking about. "Um, what do you need to tell him? Do you need to get home?" And who was Ben, I asked myself? I was trying to be helpful, but I didn't know where she was going with this.
"Ben," she started,"was, up until a few hours ago,...my boyfriend."
"He was? Or is?" I tried to hide the hate that was boiling up inside of me. I didn't even know this Ben, and I wanted to rip him apart. I suddenly hated him more than Cullen. Why was she just now telling me this?
"I said he was," she laughed again as if it was funny that she had a boyfriend she hadn't told me about. "But if you're interested in a polygamous relationship, I'll ask him about it." Her smile faded slightly. "That might be easier than breaking his heart."
I was growing more jealous by the second. Had she kissed him the way she kissed me? Had it gone further than that? The thought of his hands on her made me want to rip his arms off. My skin tingled and a tremor ran down my spine. Fight it, Jacob. Don't phase, it's not safe.
"Ha-ha, Angela," my voice was a rumbling growl. "It stopped being funny when you said boyfriend. Don't do that. I thought you were...you weren't serious, were you?" She wasn't smiling now. She was staring at me in stunned silence.
"I am serious about the boyfriend part. I was joking about polygamy. Much as I hate to admit it, I'm one of those crazy jealous types. I wouldn't want to share you with anyone, and I get the feeling your not really into that either. It was a joke. I'm dealing with all this the best I can. Don't freak out."
She seemed sure of what she was saying, but a seed of doubt was beginning to take root in my mind. What if the way she felt about me was tied to her close proximity to me? If she was alone with this Ben guy and I was nowhere around, would she still be able to tell him goodbye? Would she even think about me the same?
"Why, if he's your ex, do you need to tell him anything?" I didn't want her to go anywhere! I was terrified that if she did it would be the end of this waking dream.
"Are you seriously surprised that I wasn't "available"? Did I miss the part with the sign around my neck that says Jacob's girl?" She jabbed a finger in my ribs. "You didn't even know that I existed until literally hours ago. Besides I didn't say I wanted to continue my relationship with him." Angela's voice never wavered.
I looked away from her so she couldn't see me grit my teeth. This was going in a direction I didn't like. "Angela, you don't owe him an explanation. Just stay here with me."
"Jacob...I...Ben and I have been seeing each other for a while now and...he's not you. He and I will never have what's growing between the two of us. It's like being with you sort of erased him from my mind. I..I just don't want to hurt him like that. You can understand that...right?" I could hear the rumble of a growl building deep down. My heart was pounding in my ears.
"So, let me get this straight. You love me, not him. But you feel the need to go shower him with attention suddenly? Is that it?" the jealousy got the better of me.
"No, Jacob. It's not like that. I mean... I don't know how I could just forget someone like that, but I did and really it doesn't matter, because.." she stuttered. "This is a leap of faith for me, Jacob. I don't know you. Not really. But I'm throwing myself at you. I want you to want me. It hurts to think that you doubt the way I feel."
She spoke so low it was merely a whisper. "Ben was my boyfriend, but that's the past now. I hate to hurt him, but I know there's no other way. I don't understand any of this. How am I suppose to explain to him that I just canceled all the plans we had?" She was right. It had not yet occurred to me how drastically her life would change if she chose me. The thought never entered my mind. I had no idea what her plans for the future were. She was smart, so that meant most likely she would be attending college. And that in turn meant that she would be leaving me very soon. We had worse obstacles to overcome than a broken hearted boyfriend.
Angela put her hands on my face and forced me to look at her. Those haunting eyes bored into me. I couldn't look away. "Jacob, I won't leave you. This is what I want. Not something I've been forced or tricked into. Believe this if nothing else. I am yours."
I locked my arms around her, praying she wouldn't change her mind "So, don't tell him. He'll figure it out," I didn't want her telling him anything. That would mean that she had to see him or at the very least speak with him on the phone, and I doubted Angela would settle for less than a face to face conversation.
I must not have looked very reassured by what she said. "You have nothing to worry about, Jacob Black. Don't pout." She tapped my chin with her finger. "You, are the world I live in now. I just need to move out of the other one. It was home for a long time, and it was comfortable. But it never felt as good as this." She held the pants up in one hand and wrapped her other arm around me.
"Would it help if I told him?"
"What do you mean, 'If I told him' ?" She stepped back to look up at me. "What exactly would you say to the guy whose girl just left him for you,a day after meeting you? I don't think it would go over very well, no matter who tells him. I would rather do it myself, if you don't mind. -Alone, would be best."
Okay. So maybe she could read some of my thoughts.
"So, when are you going to break ties with your other boy-toy? I don't like playing second fiddle."
"I was supposed to meet him.." she looked at her watch,"..ten minutes ago."
"Oops. Guess he won't be so surprised when you spring it on him now. He's probably already wondering who you're with," I snickered at the thought of some dumb jock kicking dirt at his feet, feeling all rejected, knowing his girl was seeing someone behind his back.
"It's not really funny," she laughed back at me.
"Seems to be."
She cleared her throat, "It's not," she replied more serious now. "He was good to me. He loves me. And I thought I loved him, but I see how much I was missing." She ran her hands over my chest, smoothing my shirt, and smiled. "I should be very upset. It serves me right after the way it's going to crush him when I tell him it's over. Maybe I'll be able to feel sorry about it when you aren't so close to me."
She hit the nail on the head. My worst fear was that this spell cast over us would break as soon as she left my side. Out of sight, out of mind. I would just have to stay as close to her as possible until I could be sure that she was absolutely addicted to me. It was possible. In the last few months I had found that nearly anything was possible.
We had to talk to the pack-soon. Sam and Emily could weed out a lot of the needless doubt and worries I was having. I needed to pick their brains. As far as I knew, I was supposed to be the one enthralled with Angela. That was what happened to us when we imprinted. Angela was only human, though. It was strange that she should fall for me so hard, so fast. Didn't she have a choice whether or not she wanted me? How did it work?
She might change her mind when she saw Ben. He was the easier choice. They knew each other. They had plans together. I was a risk that she didn't have to take. I resolved to push down the fear and rely on my confidence that Angela and I were meant to be together. I wouldn't fight fate. I decided to trust whatever it had in store for me and let Angela do what she needed to do.
"Well, let's get on with it, then. What should we mark off the to-do list first? Stomp on your old boyfriend's heart, or meet the pack of ferocious wolves? Your call." I squeezed her against me.
"I might wish you'd fed me to the wolves after I talk to Ben." She paused for a second to think. "Maybe you should come with me."
"Do I get to tell him to get lost?"
"No. I'll handle all that. I just think I'd feel better knowing that you weren't far away. The more I think about it, the more surreal it all seems. Do you know what I mean?" I nodded.
"Oh, yeah, I guess you would know all about things seeming strange," she smiled and her hand jumped to cover her mouth. "Sorry, I don't mean to suggest you're strange or anything. It's just that you are a mythical creature." She poked her index finger into my chest.
"Who's stranger? The "mythical creature, who doesn't really exist? Or the beautiful girl whose willingly allowing him to flip her world upside down?"
She didn't hesitate with her answer. "If loving you is strange, then I'm the weirdest person I know, and proud of it." I bent down and kissed her softly. Her heart jumped at the same time as mine.
"Better follow me home, wolf-boy. If I know Ben, this isn't going to be pretty. We'll visit the pack later, if that's okay? Sooner rather than later, if this goes the way I'm afraid it will." Why would she be afraid? The guy must get pretty emotional and that did present a problem. He was probably going to beg her to stay and cause a big scene. I'd have to do my best not to laugh. I should feel sorry for the guy. It sucked to have your girl dump you for someone else, I knew the feeling.
I didn't need her falling prey to his weak pity party and trying to comfort him. It could undo her feelings for me, but I hoped against hope that I was wrong. I wanted this bond between us to be real, not something akin to a spell.
Angela yanked on my hand. "Are you always so pessimistic?"
"Huh?"
"Jacob, for the umpteenth time...I love you. I am not going anywhere. I just need to tell him it's over. Stop with the "everything's doomed to fall apart thoughts". What can I do to reassure you that this is real and I'm not going to change my mind?" She folded her arms across her chest.
"Well, I can think of something..," I ran my finger along the skin that showed between the unfastened upper portion of the thin jacket. She trembled and closed her eyes. "...but that would be going against what I said earlier...and as much as I would enjoy it and I'm sure you would...OW!" Angela punched harder this time. It actually hurt.
"You're supposed to be the one with all the will power. Don't go there...unless you're willing to go all the way. 'K?" She shook her little fist at me. I laughed so hard my knees nearly buckled under me. "Don't make me hurt you," she suppressed a giggle.
"You think you can take me, huh?" I grabbed her around the waist and tickled her ribs mercilessly.
"Stop, stop, stop," she was out of breath and tense all over. I released my grip. She stooped down and held her sides. "I'll remember that, and I'll get you back when you least expect it."
"Sorry, not ticklish. Werewolves don't have that particular vulnerability. Maybe if you rubbed my belly my leg would twitch," I couldn't help but get her all fired up again.
"That would be my luck, wouldn't it? My mom never let me have a dog when I was little," her voice rose to a squeaky pitch, tears filled her eyes and she howled with laughter, "Now...I can have...," she snorted, "a boyfriend and a pet...rolled into one pretty package...," she was laughing so hard she couldn't breath. I thought I saw her turning blue.
Coming from anyone else I might have been insulted, but the image she created in my mind set me to laughing with her. I could just picture petite little Angela walking me around town on a leash like it was the most natural thing in the world. There was one thing I knew she wouldn't make me beg for, though. Might be fun to be her puppy.
"I'm house broken," I added.
"Oh, Jacob, I'm sorry," she wiped the tears from her eyes with the backs of her hands. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings...but I pictured you-"
"On a leash?" I snickered.
"Yeah," was all she could get out before she doubled over laughing and hyperventilating again. She nearly lost the grip on the over sized pants. I helped her to her car and she gained her composure once she sat down for a moment.
"Okay, I'm alright. My stomach's sore from belly laughs, but I think I'll survive." she held onto the steering wheel with both hands trying to concentrate on the serious matter she had to deal with shortly.
"So, who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?" I bent down to kiss her and she kept her hands on the wheel.
"You mean tempted by? That would be me, Little Red Rain Coat," she sneered.
"Uh, about that. How are you gonna explain your ever so slightly strange wardrobe choice? Even if I'm nowhere in sight, won't you look a tad suspicious?" The expression on her face told all. She hadn't't thought about it. "What are you going to say?"
"The only thing to do...," she cringed, "is give you back your clothes and bbrrrrr, put back on my wet ones."
"You're kidding, right? You'll freeze to death before you reach the border."
"The what?"
"The treaty line, the one that the Cul- never mind. I meant you can't wear wet clothes all the way back to Forks. Even with the heater on wide open you'll be an icicle before you get home. That'll be a little distracting, don't you think? For you and...Ben." I knew it would be a distraction for me, seeing her clothes stuck against her body, clinging to her perfect frame. I didn't want to catch him drooling over her while she was doing her best to let him down easy. The green-eyed monster might not be able to sit back and let him undress her in his mind. I really hated him for the thoughts he had yet to think.
"Worry about something else, okay? I'll have plenty of thoughts of you to keep me warm." I only wished I could get a glimpse inside her vault of naughty images. Maybe she'd demonstrate sometime very soon. Oh, God I hope so!
"You just have to say the word, Puppy," she arched her eyebrows and pouted.
"Are you sure you can't see what I'm thinking all the time? Or is it that you've finely tuned your listening skills to pick out only my dirty thoughts?" I really did wonder about that. None of the others had mentioned anything like mind reading with their prospective mates. It weirded me out a little, but it could be fun all the same.
Just wait until I show you what a bad puppy I can be.
"Obedience lessons are my specialty," she had that fire in her eyes again.
"Angela! The dirty thoughts? Seriously?" This was even weirder than I'd thought before.
"Well, they kind of scream at me. Everything else is sort of unpredictable. I just get bits and pieces mostly. The longer I'm here with you, the stronger it gets. I have a theory about all that, too, but it might be best if we discussed it at a more..um..appropriate time," she looked a little uncomfortable.
"Why is that?"
"Because if I start to explain now, and it gets you...hot...and it will...I don't think I'll be able to contain those feelings. And I'm not really sure you'll stop me when I'm describing in detail all the things I see. X-rated doesn't even begin to cover it," her face was flush. She looked like she had a severe sunburn.
"Oh. Well...um..," it was too, late. She already had me excited just telling me why she couldn't tell me. "..I understand. Better get this over with and get back to Emily's pretty quick. I don't know if I'll be able to wait for details. I'm coming up with more than my share of triple x scenarios without any suggestions," Angela's face went white. She closed her eyes and then she blushed again. "Oh, crap! Sorry, Angela! Guess that really caught your attention. I didn't do it on purpose, I-"
"Shut up, Jacob. Just grab my clothes for me, okay? I'll change and you follow me home. If I don't get back in the next few minutes, Ben's liable to call out a search party."
A/N: Patience you naughty buggers! Sorry it takes me so long to get updates posted. I have other things to do, ya know? Some small semblance of a life. Next chapter promises a scene with Ben that could cause Angela and Jake serious problems. We will get to the discussion with the pack about what everyone knows for sure about imprinting. You might learn something new. Don't be so critical of the story, okay. If there are discrepancies from the novel, just remember that this is a fanfiction story, not a continuation of Stephanie Meyer's Twilight. I take any liberties I want with my story. MY STORY. If you don't like it, simple solution-don't read it. If you get this far and have some bitch to post, then go ahead. I don't have to read it. Just like you don't have to read this. For everyone else who has questions or comments, I welcome them. If you have nothing better to do than burn somebody's crappy little attempt at entertainment, then by all means -Be my guest. You apparently don't have much better to do with your pitiful life. Have at it. Hack the story to pieces, but as you do-picture me LMAO at your sorry attack. Don't care. ; )
Um, as another fanfic author and I were discussing earlier this week...Out Of Character is something silly to worry about. Of course they'll be OOC sometimes. It's FANFICTION, not a ghostwritten outsource for the REAL THING.
