A/N:Hello my lovely readers. Hope you enjoy this next bit. I have most of this story mapped out in my head, so i promise there's a reason to the madness. As always read and review! Your reviews fuel this story!


Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What's wrong with you Jake. Why are you soo stupid. Why did you do that. God, im such an ass. Two weeks, its been two weeks and she's barely spoken to me. It was killing me. She could hardly look at me.

I yelled at myself everyday for what I did to her. Of course she didn't understand. She didn't realize that I wanted nothing more that night then to crush her lips to mine and never let her go. The intense feeling that had coursed through me had terrified me. What was I doing? I couldn't do this, not yet. She was only seven! Had barely been alive. She had so many things she could do and here I was trying to kiss her. I wanted to tell her, make her understand.

The look on her face, before she walked away haunted my dreams. Her beautiful chocolate eyes swam with tears, and I could feel her pain in my depths. She had shown me her inner thoughts. Her desire to be close to me, had shown me that she liked my body, and to her I had rejected her. I didn't know what to do, I had to make it right somehow. I couldn't stand this distance, this pain.

I thought about what I would say for days. What could possible make this right. I had to explain that it wasn't that I didn't want her, I just couldn't do this yet. I wasn't ready to take on that role, she wasn't ready. Even as I told myself that I felt a part of me fight back. I didn't know which, was it the imprint? or the wolf? Something wanted her. Wanted to be there for her, and kiss her. Make her mine before somebody else tried. That part of myself scared me, but I wouldn't let the wolf in me mess this up. I refused to be reckless with her for my own wants. I sat down, trying to relax. Within minutes I was pulled back to that night.

I sat on her bed, frozen. Not sure what to do. Should I go to her? Or would I just make thing's worse? The sound of her heartbeat pounding filled my ears, and the scent of salt reached my nose. She was crying? My chest constricted, painfully. I had to do something, anything to help her. I stood, walking numbly out her door and following a familiar scent till I found Bella in the living room with a book on her lap.

"You have to go to Ness." I said, grabbing the book from her. She inspected my face, and immediately worry carved its way into her stone features.

"What's wrong Jake, are you alright?" I hung my head, shame filling me.

"Dont worry about me, just go to Nessie please." She was silent for one second but nodded and left. I could hear her knock on the bathroom door. "Ness baby. Can I come in?" I heard footsteps and the door swing open. "Oh baby what happend.. Shhh, its okay. Don't cry, talk to me." I sat on the couch, burying my face in my hands. "Ness im sure that's not it. You dont know if that's why. Dont assume anything hunny." I was greatfull for Bellas dialogue, giving me some insite into my imprint's mind. "Renesmee that's not true, there's nothing wrong with you."

I felt the heat roll down my spin, anger. Pure rage at myself, for causing her so much pain. My hands shook, and I trembled. I bolted out the front door, making it off the porch as I erupted into my wolf form. The pain was easier this way, more manageable, and that disgusted me more for trying to ease my pain when I couldn't ease hers. My head flew back, howling into the night. The sound ripped its way into the blackness and I ran. Ran until I was miles into the forest. I circled the gate, not wanting to go outside incase they needed to find me. I ran until it was light outside, the sun rising above the forest. At some point I had simply collapsed on the ground, succumbing to the pain.

I surfaced sometime later, when it was dark again and there was a white stone figure in eyesight. Edward stood, five feet from me, his face was hard. Angry but I knew I deserved it.

"Why don't you show me your side of thing's before I make any judgement calls." Yep, definitely pissed. I ran it over in my head, cringing internally. He was quite for a while, and his face relaxed alittle. He walked closer, gracefully sitting down near me.

"Of course im very mad that you hurt my little girl, and im not going to lie, I wish you didn't feel this way so soon. Fortunately for you Bella and I have decided to trust your judgement when it comes your relationship with Ness."

Ya, look how that turned out. I thought. I messed it up. I let myself get carried away and I hurt her. I don't know what to do.

"Jacob, if you want my opinion. Tell her the truth. She'll understand your reasoning if you just tell her."

Easier said then done.

"Can I ask why your not pursuing that relationship with her?" He asked. I was shocked, I would of thought he would be please.

"Don't get me wrong, I am pleased. She's my little girl, of course im not ready to loose her. But ill always think that, ill never be ready to give her up."

I...she's just so young. She's not ready.

He raised one eyebrow, standing. " I don't think its her who's not ready." And with that he was gone.

I came back to the present, slumping back on my bed and looking up at Nessie's window. I had tried a couple times to get her to talk to me, she always made an excuse and would rush out of the room, off to her freinds house or driving lessons with Edward.

My ears picked up the sound of a door, and a heartbeat. I went out to the living room, peering out the window. Ness was halfway across the lawn, wearing shorts and a long sleeve shirt. She had her arms wrapped around herself, and looking right at my house. She looked like she was waiting for something. I walked to the door, opening it and leaning on the jam. She watched me for a moment and turned, strolling towards the woods. I Recognized my cue, quickly catching up to her and following. My chest loosend just being near her, the pain receding slightly. We walked for miles, and I was sure she wanted to be out of Edward's hearing range.

We reached a small opening, and she sat in the dry grass. I followed suit, giving her some space.

"Nes-" I started.

"No Jacob. Let me speak." She cut me off. I shut up.

"First, I want to apologize for acting so childish. I was upset and I shouldn't of taken it out on you."

"Ness you weren't-"

"Im not done. That being said, I don't want this..incident to come between us. I just want to forget it and move on."

She finished, and looked up at me. I had missed her face, her eyes, her everything. In the moment I just wanted her back. I would give anything to have her in my arms again, but what kind of man would I be if I let her accept the fault.

"Can I talk now?" I asked her. She nodded. " You weren't being childish, I hurt your feelings and you had every right to be upset...That being said..Im sorry I hurt your feelings Ness, that wasn't my intention...I wasn't expecting you to show me..that, and I didnt..I wa-" I stumbled over words, I didn't know how to say this. Her small palm landed on my arm. Comforting.

What is it jacob?

I faced her, squaring my shoulders and grabbed her hands. "Renesmee, I don't want you to think in any way that I dont want you, that's not why I pulled away."

Then why? Her small voice made its way into my head. I sighed. "Nessie I just don't think were ready..for that..yet." I could read the disappointment in her eyes.

Okay...can I ask you something?

"You can always ask me anything." She hesitated, watching my face.

Well...I was just wondering if you felt that way at all...about me.

I laughed, one short humorless laugh. Could she not see how very much I was absorbed by her. My hand came up, to caress her cheek.

"Yes. I feel that way hunny."

She smiled, placing her hand ontop of mine. "So it's not just me?"

"No Ness, its not just you." She knelt up, bringing herself closer and wrapped her slender arms around my neck. I held her tight, burying my face in her hair.

"I missed you."

"I missed you my Jacob."

"Are we okay?" I asked her. She leaned back, taking my hand and smiled at me.

"Ya, were okay. I know it's not just me anymore. That's enough.. for now." She got up, pulling me to my feet and we headed towards the house.

The following weeks were better, and in some ways worse. I had my Ness back, and thing's were mostly back to normal. There was a difference from knowing the other felt that way. I started questioning things I did, before I would hold her hand simply because I wanted to, know I thought about every action, weighing the consequences. I decided the best way to handle the situation was to stay far away from temptations. Not physically, cause I could never stay away from her. But theoretically, stay away from situations that might test my will.

It was worse because it seemed like that was exactly what Ness what trying to do. If she wasn't out she was with me. That part I didn't mind, oh no. It was the short shorts and the tanktops and..Bikinis that were torture. She would stroll around me all day, wearing the smallest clothes she owned. I tried to control my thoughts and actions. But everytime she caught me staring, she would smirk, like she knew exactly what she was diong.

I remembered one day last week, wakeing up to a Ness hovering above me. She smiled, happy and excited.

"Im making breakfast!" She exclaimed. I blinked, pushing the dreams from my head and stretched. When I looked back to her she was focused on my bare chest, her cheeks pinks. I coughed, raising one eyebrow. Her face got redder, but she just turned, skipping out of my room. True to form she had a pair of jean shorts on, making her long legs look incredible, and my stolen shirt. She didn't realize what that did to me, seeing her in my clothes. I layed in bed, trying to calm my over worked hormones, when that failed I got up and changed, putting on basketball shorts and a tshirt.

I made my way down the hall, turning the corner and stopped dead.

"Oh my god, what did you do?" She grinned sheepishly.

"I made breakfast!" It looked like a hurricane tore its way through my kitchen. Bowls and pans filled the sink, there was flour dusted on the countertop, and a pancake was stuck to the cealing. Gatsby was on the floor, playing with an empty egg shell. I stood frozen, shocked. Her face looked so proud, I couldn't even be mad.

"Don't move." I said, digging into my pocket and taking out my phone. I stepped back, getting the perfect shot as the pancake fell to the counter with a splat. She frowned, and I tried hard not to laugh. I walked up, placing my hands on her face.

"Thank you for making breakfast." She smiled again, turning to the stove and makeing me a plate. We ate in the living room, avoiding the mess. I put my plate down, leaning back and peering at the kitchen.

"You know we have to clean that, right?"

She grimaced, eyeing the sink.

"Ill start the dishes if you clean the flour?" I laughed at her plan, leaving me with the worst job. "Deal."

I grabbed are plates, adding them to the sink and pulling the trash over to the island. I heard the water turn on and grabbed the pancake, tossing it in the trash. I made my way around the kitchen, picking up the egg shells and wiping the counters. I picked up the bag of flour, turning to look back at Ness. I could never keep my eyes from her to long. She was concentrating, scrubbing a pan. Her hair was pulled back, piled high on her head. I made my way behind her, walking quietly. I momenterraly contemplated my actions, deciding it was worth it.

"Hey Ness?" I placed my palm on her hip, urging her to turn. She did, twisting her upper body to me, I raised my other hand, opening my palm and blew a big breath towards her.

The white flour settled over her shocked face, falling in her hair. I was one second ahead of her, but she had her half vampire reflexes on her side. I stepped back, preparing to beeline for the front door. Her hand was raised, a silver nozzle in her palm. I froze, weighing my options. They weren't good, and as if seeing my thoughts I was hit square in the face with a stream of cold water. I heard her laughter through the shock, surging forward and I tried to pry to nozzle from her hands. Water flew everywere, soaking us and the surrounding floor. I restled it from her, turning it downwards and over her head. She tried to shield herself, failing and gave up. I saw the thoughts swirling in her eyes, and unprepared, went down when she tackled me. The nozzle fell from my hand, and without pressure it shut off, stopping the flow of water.

I found myself laying on my floor in a big puddle, my back against the hardwood. My hands had reflexively reached towards her as we went down, securing her waist so she didn't get jostled. We were laughing, but I quickly stopped when I took in are situation. She was over me, her legs on either side of my hips. Her hands were braced on the floor near my head, her soft body pressed to mine. I didn't realize my grip had tightened, holding her to me. I was positive this moment would star in my dreams till I got to relive it.

She smiled, unphased by my stillness. The water fight had washed the flour from her, and her hair dripped on my face. Laughing, she pushed the loose strands behind her ear. She leaned forward, her lips inches away from my neck.

"I win." She whisperd, and kissed my cheek. She sat up, swinging her leg over me and stood up. She opened the front door, letting the hot air swirl around the house.

"Well were already wet, lets go for a swim?" She wrung her shirt out, stepping outside.

I followed her, tossing my phone on the coach and yanking of my shirt on the way out. I dropped it, and ran, flinging myself of the edge and canning balling into the pool. I came up, looking around. She was standing bye the edge, a fresh wave of moisture rolling down her face. She looked anoyyed, pushing the strands back from her face again. I gave her my best smile, and she grinned back, a spark in her eyes.

She reached infront of her, unbuttoning her jean shorts and ran her hands to the sides, pushing them down her wide hips. I gulped, and mentally scolded myself.

Just look away, Jake. Turn around.

But I was rooted to the spot, my eyes on her. She had that small smirk on her lips that told me she was diong it on purpose.

They dropped to the ground, and she stepped out of them. Gripping her shirt bye the hem, she pulled up, slowly. Exposing inch bye inch of her creamy slender stomach. Images filled my head, my hands, following those curves. My lips, trailing across the smooth skin.

I was helpless, watching as her shirt-my shirt, was pulled up further, exposing her bikini top. Over her head it went, landing with her shorts. The image of her was imprinted in my brain. She was stunning, with the sun beating on her. She glowed subtly, her skin pale, but flushed. She wore a dark green two piece, only turtoring me further. I had a weakness for her in green, it was by far my favorite. Her bathing suit hugged her, covering but willing you too just imagine what was underneath.

I thanked the stars and universe that Edward wasn't home, out with Bella 'hunting'. I tried desperately to control my body's physical reaction to her, succeeding for the most part.

With one little satisfied smile she jumped in.

I was right when I thought that image of her hovering above me would star in my dreams. My dreams, my fantasies. I caught Edward's livid looks sometimes when it popped up randomly, but he didn't say anything. He knew it was more then my atttaction to her. He knew he could trust me with her life, doesn't mean he didn't get anoyyed as hell when I had dirty thoughts about his daughter.