Their bodies were pressed together, both of them warm, seemingly hotter with the intensity of their actions. Their lips were pressed together, and occasionally an image would flash in his head.

Her hands raked up his body, her lips pressed feverishly against his, but he pulled away.

"Nessie… your dad is in the other room," he muttered against her lips.

"Don't think of me. Think of nice, innocent things. Flowers. Butterflies. Bread."

She tried to follow her own advice, but pretty soon her mind strayed to other things. Things like Jacob's lips, and Jacob's taste, Jacob's arms around her, her hands on his shoulders, his hands…

"Renesmee!" Edward's voice rang out.

"Dammit."


Yeah I know... I wrote Jake/Nessie. I am a bad, bad Blackwater fangirl.

And yes, bread is goddamn innocent xD