YEAH, HI.

Sooo.

I have this new story out...I actually have two...I don't like The Death Timer so much anymore, so I might just scrap it. But I really like Testing Fate,

it's different - it's new, it's my summer project! I totally have the whole story planned out, I just need YOU GUYS to tell me what you think (:

But, don't forget about this story - reviews are pretty nifty, so you should go review after you read - ya know, cause I get superduper ESTATIC every time I get a review (:

And I will not take all the credit for this! I had A LOT of help from my sister, I had no clue how to go about this!

(Jacob's POV)

I carried Nessie's passed out little body up to my hotel room, earning several strange looks from the staff - but I hardly gave a fuck. My girl was sick, and I was going to make her feel better.

I pushed the door open and closed it with my foot, "Nessie - honey?" She grumbled in response. "Sweetheart, wake up." I cradled her to my chest as laid her little body onto the bed.

I looked at her sprawled across the bed, I smiled to myself.

So beautiful.

I watched as she cracked her eyes open and looked at me through her dark, thick lashes. She giggled, "Ja - ake! I wanna hug!"

I laughed and rubbed my face, "What am I going to do with you?"

"Jakey, I don't feel so good." she whimpered.

I sighed, "I know, baby. Listen, let's get you out of your dress so we won't mess it up, okay?"

She giggled an pushed herself up on her elbows, "Mmmm, you wanna take off my dress?"

Oh sweet Jesus, she was going to kill me.

"Just in case you get sick, honey." I assured her gently.

"No! Jake, I want you to take it off. I want you!" she slurred, laughing as she threw her arms around in the air. I sat her on the edge of the bed, She flopped over, falling towards the floor. I caught her quickly and laid her on her side, she just about gave me a heart attack. I got to her shoes first. I slipped off her tiny heels and rubbed her little feet gently.

She moaned, "Mmmm, Jacob, that feels so good." I rolled my eyes and rubbed her arch gently. She giggled and squirmed. "Ja - ake! That tickles!"

I smirked, "Deal with it," She gave me a look, her chocolate eyes a bit hazy.

I knelt on the bed over her body and found the zipper on her dress. I exhaled sharply and unzipped her.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

The only other thing she was wearing was a pair of tiny, hot pink, lacey, see through panties.

Only panties. I groaned, "Honey - why aren't you wearing a bra?"

She giggled and gave me another look, "Oh come on, Jake! Alice said if I wore a bra, you would be able to see it through my dress; so I went bra - less!" I hissed through my teeth, this was seriously not happening.

I couldn't take my eyes off her nearly naked body and the vast expanse of her skin before me. Her beautiful back had been exposed by that fucking dress before, but now it was covered in nothing but waves of curly copper hair. Her tiny waist curved down to the finest ass I'd ever seen. The panties clung to sleek cheeks, which peeked out of the high cut side. I made myself close my mouth.

She's going to seriously be the death of me.

She had fallen over on to her chest, which was a very good thing. I could hardly stand looking at her little panties - but I know I sure as hell couldn't take looking at her breasts, I really couldn't.

I would die.

It was bad enough that I was going to have to touch her in order to undress her. I took a deep breath as I enfolded her tiny shoulders in my hands and smoothed the delicate straps down her arms.

I was able to gently extricate her arms and pull the dress down to her waist, but was left with the dilemma of how to remove it without touching her hips and stomach or tearing the fabric; it was impossible. I cradled her lower body in my arms and slipped the dress off.

My hands seemed to have a will of their own as they lingered on the silky cream of her stomach and thighs. I closed my eyes as I realized the fine - grained skin felt like the heaven. So soft and warm, so delicate and little.

Fuck my life! My hands were shaking by the time I got that fucking dress off of her.

Okay, so self - control was obviously not working. I took a mental note to kill Alice later for giving her possibly the skimpiest panties ever. I took off my jacket and vest before removing my white, button up shirt. Leaving me in my white wife beater. I put her arms through it before gently rolling her over. I hissed through my teeth as I buttoned it all the way to the top. I rolled the sleeves, seeing as how they were way to big. I let my eyes scan over her body, letting out a growl once I had gotten a good look.

Jesus, did she have to look so fucking amazing in my clothes?

"Jake," she mumbled, her arm rested over her face,

"Yes, baby?"

"I think I'm gonna get sick," she moaned and held onto her stomach.

I'd been waiting for this. I hoisted her up carefully and rushed to the toilet, just in time. She started heaving and emptied her stomach right when we got there. I moved forward to flush the toilet, she leaned back. Before I could get to her, her poor stomach heaved once more, pouring out the last of its contents down the front of her shirt, all in her hair.

I sucked in a jagged breath, what the fuck was she going to wear now?

"Jake!" she cried.

"It's okay, baby. You're 're going to feel lots better soon." I leaned her against the wall and while she was steady and took the little hair clips out of her hair. I unbuttoned my white shit and set it on the counter.

I felt like I was going to pass out, I was being such a girl. But this girl - Jesus. She was putting me through a mental and physical war with myself.

I sat her on the edge of the toilet, I opened the little door below the counter and pulled out a little styrofoam cup that was supposed to hold coffee. I filled it with water and handed it to her, "Rinse your mouth out with this, baby." I told her softly. She followed my orders like she did when she was little and I had to help her brush her teeth.

One time, she almost swallowed the tooth paste. I chuckled and poured some mouthwash in her cup. "It's mouthwash, honey." I watched as she swirled it around her mouth again and again, making funny faces every time she swirled it. I grinned, She was just so fucking cute. She spit it out and smiled at me in triumph.

"Am I taking a shower, Jake?" She asked with he little delicate eyebrows furrowed. I nodded and turned on the water, warming it up. Her little face was ghostly white and she clung tightly to my neck.

"I feel awful," she gasped.

"You going to be sick again?" I questioned, panic rising through me.

She seemed to think for a little, "No, I don't think soooo!" I chuckled, and set her on the edge of the bathtub again. The spray of the shower lightly hit her back. Thank God her hair was covering the front of her chest for now, I would be loosing it if it hadn't been.

I pulled off my wife beater, pants and socks. She gazed up at me curiously, "Are you taking a shower with me?" She giggled and raised her arms out for me, she moved her little fingers, itching for a hug. I picked her up gently carried her in and let the stream pour down her back before carefully turning her into the jets. She squealed but then pressed her head against my shoulder and seemed to revel in the cleansing spray. I tried to concentrate on her face and not let my gaze drift down to her arching back, but it was hopeless.

She hissed as she stuck her chest out, trying to catch every drop of liquid on her gleaming skin. I literally gasped, actually shocked, as I took in my girl in all her damned glory. So fucking perfect. The water sluiced down her skin, highlighting every move she made.

I tried standing her up on her feet so I could get her bathed as quickly as possible. She crumpled into my neck and those succulent breasts crushed against my chest. My body was so sensitized, I could feel every contour of her, every curve - everything. Holy Mother of Jesus, how in the fuck was I going to do this without attacking her?

I growled and picked her up, wrapped her legs around my chest as I let her back rest on the corner of the shower against the tile walls as I searched for some soap and shampoo. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a sly smile.

"Mmm, Jacob." She purred in my ear.

Holy hell. She did not just say that like that.

"Just stay tight and let me clean you up,"

"Jake, do you want me?" she purred again, her hand running across my stomach and chest.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, bad idea - very, very bad idea Nessie!

Now I could fucking smell her.

"Dammit, you're killing me." I groaned,

I started lathering the soap between my hands. Damnit! Where was a washcloth? I really shouldn't touch that luscious, gorgeous skin with my bare hands. It would be much safer for both of us to have something between my soapy fingers and her wet body. Sweet Jesus. Could anyone invent a torment worse than this? My hands were shaking so hard I didn't know how I was going to get through this.

I inhaled sharply and shook my head trying to clear it. Just don't think about it. I didn't trust myself to clean her with my hands, I used the cake of soap to wash her. I tried to ignore the beauty under my finger tips as I softly slid the soap over her body and down to her legs.

She started rubbing against me and moaned as I cleaned her. She was clearly starting to feel a little better. This was not good news for my peace of mind.

Fuckmefuckmefuckme.

"Jake?" She breathed. I opened my eyes and stared into her chocolate pools, she bit her lips tentatively and pressed her lips against mine in a flash. She teased me with her soft, full lips. I took in her bottom lips gently, nibbling softly. I let my hands wander as the hot spray came down on us. I found myself holding her closer to me, taking in the feel of her soft body. I traced my tongue along her lip, she granted me access immediately. I almost groaned when I tasted how sweet her mouth really was. I pressed her back against the wet tile a little harshly, she let out a shrill giggle and attacked my lips again.

God, I soaring so high.

My eyes snapped open - God, Jacob - you dick wad! She's drunk off her ass and you're shoving your tongue down her throat!

"Nessie," I said against her lips, Jesus. She's going to regret this is the morning, we're just friends - as much as I hate to admit that.

"Mmmhmmm?"

"We need to stop," I mumbled as I pulled her away from me. She pouted and tried pulling me back. "Not yet, Jakey." She said urgently. "Please," She gasped as she pressed her lips to mine forcefully. I softly returned her hasty kissed and pulled away again.

"I'm sorry, baby - but I can't do this knowing you'll regret it." I said, I felt my heart ache - I wanted her to be mine more than anything.

She whimpered, "No, Jake - I won't!" She wailed. Tears welled up in her eye,

"Oh, honey - Nessie don't cry. Let's wait until you're sober, okay? Can you just wait for me, baby?" I cooed softly to her, staring into her chocolate orbs intently. She sniffled and nodded her head,

"Okay, Jacob." She whispered. She let me finish washing her, which I did quickly. I could hardly stand to take anymore time trying to contain myself. I turned the hot spray off and wrapped a towel around her tightly.

Fuck, I should have thought this through. Her panties were soaked and I knew she wouldn't wear them to bed like that. I rubbed my face and stared at her and she looked up at me expectantly. "Stay her for a minuet, honey." I mumbled as I went back to the bedroom to strip off my wet boxers and pull on my back dress pants. I laid my boxers on the register and went back into the bathroom. I took my wife beater and handed it to Nessie. "Put this on,"

She wrinkled her nose and slipped in on. It was long on her, thank god - but still a little tight. I was glad it wasn't skin tight - at least it was a little flowy on her. I would die if it was tight. "Nessie - I need you to give me your - " She slipped out of her dainty panties and handed them to me with a smirk. She sauntered past me and back into the bedroom, only stumbling once. A whoosh of air fell past my lips - I was going to die tonight.