(Stephenie Meyer owns all the characters from Twilight. I created some new ones to add some additional spice to my story)

JACOB'S POV: Standing in the shower, allowing the water to pour over my shoulders, I began pondering about my Nessie's sudden emotional and physical need to kiss me. Not that I didn't mind. In fact, I have been patiently waiting for this day to arrive for almost six years. It was all I could do to restrain my inner self in fulfilling my need to take her right there.

My Nessie's intoxicating smell is what woke me up and alerted me that she was nearby. I could hear her heart rate increase as she was nearing my bed and could smell a new smell … smell that drew out my male primal urge … it was if time stood still at that moment … anticipating on what she might do. The air became thick and hazy with an almost tangible frenetic energy. My heart seemed to stop beating, my breath caught in my throat, and tingles shot through my body like liquid fire as Nessie climbed onto the bed … her lips but centimeters from my own. As if reading my thoughts, she leaned in closer and touched her lips against mine ever so softly. A groan escaped my lips from this sweet invasion … imaging myself picking up my baby and laying her flat on her back so I could deepen our first kiss and to use my hands to explore her body … something I have done frequently in my dreams frightened me because I didn't want to risk scaring her, or worse, hurting her. I wanted this moment to be perfect … one that she will always look back on with a smile.

I guess I should have seen this kiss coming. Why, just last week we had a tense exchange that took place in the clearing. A sound strangely similar to a scoff left my mouth as my body and mind registered that Nessie was maturing into a beautiful young lady. She's always been beyond stunning…from the very first moment I laid eyes on her as a baby. But this year has been more difficult for all of us; Emmett always laughed at Nessie's mood swings and shrugged his shoulders and would simply sum it up as teenage angst. It seemed like months ago that she was this bubbly, active, played with dolls young lady … and now there were many intense times because of Nessie's hormonal mood swings. She used to be more interested in playing alongside her dad on the piano, sitting against her mom reading a book or cuddling up in my lap to watch a Disney movie. Now she was more interested in what Alice tries to teach her concerning fashion and Rosalie's skills on how to apply makeup. I can recall the exact moment I saw her as more as a woman than a girl. She was gliding down the steps like always but the curves of her body were like a sleek cougar getting ready to pounce on her prey. My eyes unintentionally started their assessment noting the sexy sparkle of her eyes, full pouty lips just begging to be nipped, licked and kissed and let's not forget the round curve of her full breasts, tiny waist, voluptuous hips and luscious thighs. Ugh! This girl is going to be the death of me.

I turned off the shower to towel off. I knew I needed to speed up getting ready because I did not want to experience Nessie's wrath of being late for our first picnic date. Nessie's wrath … just three days ago I remembered a disagreement Nessie and I were having over the sport of football … a sport that I was an expert in … I could tell you anything you need to know about football … I know… get back on subject … the afternoon sun was just about to go down when my family decided to play a friendly game of football. By the way … as you can guess in the Cullen household, friendly is a sarcastic term to describe the competitive nature of every family member to include myself.

I was simply trying to teach Nessie how to throw the football. She insisted she knew what she was doing but it was obvious she didn't by the way she was holding the football. I kept my gaze down so that she couldn't see the grin that broke out on my face. Heaven forbid anyone make a comment that Nessie was doing something wrong or didn't know how to do it. Teasing and tickling her a little I was able to get her to readjust her hold on the ball without her being aware that anything happened. After I'd composed my expression I looked up, "Oh yeah, you've got it," I spoke with a tad more enthusiasm than was necessary. I found that the easiest way to diffuse her temper was to praise her. "Now reach back and let it roll off your fingers as you throw."

My Nessie threw the ball perfectly allowing Jasper to jump in the air to grab and rub for a touchdown. I looked over to find her jumping up and down and wiggling her little bottom in the excitement of her first successful attempt. All I could do was roll my eyes as she ran toward me, jumped into my arms and stated, "Told you I knew what I was doing." "Great job babe, I knew you could do it." Right after I set Nessie back on her feet she looked up at me, touched me and said, "Tag, you are it."

She was out of sight before I'd taken my first step, not that that would stop me from catching her. Her scent was the most potently powerful smell in my world…I could follow just a trace of it anywhere. Without a backwards glance at the rest of the family huddling for the next quarter, I began running. I wasn't nearly as fast as she was, not on two feet anyway, but soon enough she'd slow down. Her scent got stronger faster than I was expecting, and before I had a chance to register what I was seeing I ran right past her. I skidded to a stop and turned around to face her. She stood perfectly still with that infuriatingly cute smirk on her lips. "I win!" she sang out. I stayed quiet, biding my time…planning. She was faster than me so I had to be smarter. I had experience on my side, I knew her like anyone would know their best friend…plus I knew how she thought. She'd shared her mind with me often enough that I found her to be almost too predictable sometimes.

I shifted my weight back on my heels ever so slightly and paused when her eyes flickered. She'd caught that? I didn't waste any time letting her formulate a counter attack in her head. I sprung at her from the side, effectively knocking her backwards into the damp leaves and sticks that covered the forest floor. As she went down, I positioned my body to cushion her fall. She landed on me, as planned, looked deep into my eyes with a yearning of needing a kiss. Stupid me hesitated for a split second which obviously pissed off Nessie because she decided to punch me in the arm and give me the silent treatment for the rest of the day.

I shook my head as if to clear my thoughts so that I could focus on getting dressed. If I kept daydreaming I am sure I will end up in the dog house with Ness. I quickly slipped on a pair of True Religion shorts and Hollister t-shirt; Nessie's favorite because it was so soft. I chose not to wear shoes because I wanted to be able to run quickly to see my Ness and ran my fingers through my hair to straighten up a bit as I exited the main house.

I was running down the path when I had a weird sense that something was off. This odor seemed to drift past me; summer woodsy smell … an odor I has never come across which caused me to race faster toward Nessie … I prayed to God that I was not too late.

As I reached the clearing I could see Nessie leaning back to allow the sun to glisten across her skin. She looked so amazing … took my breath away … it was if my world stopped as I allowed my gaze to travel along the length of this beautiful creature. It was all I could do to restrain myself from crushing her into my arms and kissing her passionately. Instead, I chose to gently touch her which seemed to cause her to jump. So I rubbed my hand against her arm to reassure her that she was okay and gently grazed my lips against hers. At that instant, my Nessie pulled me closer to her to deepen our kiss. Much to my dislike … I knew I needed to pull away so I used my hunger as an excuse because I didn't want to rush Nessie into something she was not ready for.

GAVIN'S POV:

I silently followed Renesmee down to the lake. My eyes never left her as she flitted about the gazebo as if preparing for some type of picnic; picnic for her to share with that mongrel.

I couldn't resist the temptation to caress Renesmee body when she decided to sit on the ground and lean back a little to allow the sunrays to dance across her skin. Her skin was just radiant, sparkling like small diamonds and her lips were swollen … as if begging to be kissed. I slowly used my magic to travel up her long, voluptuous body trying to memorize every curve and smell of her body. Her smell was driving me mad. To make matters worse, I could smell the arousal I was causing within her because it was just radiating from her pores. Just as I was weighing the risks of venturing further with my findings, I could hear and smell the wolf approaching so I hastily left because I was not strong or trained well enough to take down the alpha wolf yet. But, I knew my day would be here soon enough and Renesmee would be all mine as the prophecy states.