Warning: This pairing is Leah/Jasper. No Jacob (unfortunately), sorry. Yes, it's not canon and never going to happen, but I thought of it after reading a fanfic involving Leah and Jasper… as friends, by the way… and it wouldn't leave me alone. If you're insistent on blackwater or canon pairings (as in Alice and Jasper, who are truly awesome together; just sayin'~), then don't read this. Okay. Got that? Good. :D (Or read it and pretend Jasper is Jacob. ^_^)
If you /do/ read it, then tell me how awfully I executed this impossible pairing. xD
Oh, and it's written in past tense. It just felt right; better than present tense, anyway.
… I hate writing romance. (Ironic but true.) I've never done it before Circles. :P
"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered against his mouth.
"No, we really shouldn't," he agreed, even as his fingers entwined in her hair and his breath shuddered out of his mouth into hers—more of a habit than necessary action. She tried not to breathe through her nose; his scent was horrible, a too-sweet, cloying smell that stuck in the back of the throat and choked you.
"Mind-Rapist Leech is going to find out," she told him. "He's going to tell your girlfriend."
"Her name is Alice," he said, trailing his fingers down her neck slowly, carefully, and she was aware of how easily he could kill her—just one twist of his fingers and she'd be dead, throat ripped out. His fingers left a skittering trail of cold fire burning behind them.
"The psychic, right?" She shuddered at his freezing touch.
"Alice saved my humanity," he said, voice raw, "my life, even. I love her."
"I know you do," and her voice was just as ragged as his.
He was a bloodsucker, one of the enemy, and he smelled like rotting perfume. He was over a hundred years older than her. He was a murderer, she knew that—hundreds, possibly thousands had died at his hands (or teeth). He had a girlfriend—hell, a wife, a mate, a forever partner.
But somehow, Leah didn't care.