Disclaimer: I'm not Mrs. Meyer. I didn't make Twilight. I've only made Will. And Cecilia and Hatari. But that's another story. Literally.

I woke to the morning light pouring through my window. A smile spread slowly across my face as a pleasing sensation washed through me.

Contentment.

I had missed this sensation, these past few days, and its return was more than welcome. Rising, I dressed myself quickly and practically skipped to the kitchen. Even my cereal seemed happier, if that were possible.

I heard a tapping on the back window and skipped, something graceful compared to my normal walk, to the front door.

It was Will. I beamed and yanked pulled the door open. Smiling up at him I watched with pleasure as he started smiling in response. Jumping up slightly on my tiptoes I pecked him on the lips. Will's smile broadened.

"Good morning."

"Morning." Will walked past me into the kitchen. I noticed then the twin tears in the back of his shirt. I reached out, touching the smooth, bared russet skin of his back. As he walked I could see said satin skin moving over his perfect muscles. IF I hadn't known he was 100 werewolf I would have thought he must be part panther, the way he moved and the way his muscles flowed, smoothing then bunching when he paused, twisting on his heel to look at me. The small of his back was perfect, and my hand drifted down to brush it. Will was really paying attention now.

He closed his eyes, tilting his head back. For all we loved each other we never touched, never like this. Teenage terror of the unknown, I suppose. Some had it. Some didn't.

I let my hand drop, breaking the moment. Will's eyes flashed open, and down to mine. He lifted a hand to claim my still-raised one.

"Will, where did you get those cuts in your shirt?"

Will didn't answer at first, merely reaching out his other hand to grab higher on my forearm. He continued reeling me in, hand over hand, until I was pressed up against his chest, head tilted back to see his flawless face, similarly tilted, but downward to see me.

After a moment of him holding me, not saying anything, just smiling, I spoke again.

"Are you going to answer the question?"

"Sam."

"Sam scarred you?"

"My shirt."

"Same thing."

Will repressed a smile.

"Yeah, I rebelled and he got all patriarchal on my ass.

I laughed briefly; I was relieved he hadn't gone looking for a certain vampire.

"Why'd you rebel?"

"You.. basically."

"Me? Will, you can't use that as an excuse every single time. Like with the clo-"

"That clown got what was coming to him. Whistling at you like that. There were children present Bella, think of the children!"

By the end of his tiny rant I was laughing almost too hard to stand, and I let myself go limp, the laughter shaking me now. I was remembering the image of Will dropkicking an overweight clown and then tugging me away quickly as security showed up.

That day at the zoo had been truly odd.

I couldn't even seem to remember exactly how I got there. The hours spent with Will seemed to blur together, like watching a merry-go-round spin past, bright colors, laughter drifting through the air.

And… at the same time, every moment stood out, perfect, undimmed by time, in my mind.

Will snatched me from my thoughts wit his words, deep voice sighing against my eardrum.

"Bella, I love you so much."

Surprised brown eyes flicked up to deep black ones, filled with affection.

I felt a smile spread across my face and stood up again on my tiptoes to kiss Will. He pulled me up, one broad, graceful hand cradling the back of my head, the other moving up and down my back until I was dizzy.

"Will," I breathed, when I pulled away for air. "Don't… Charlie will be home and I definitely can't think of an excuse for this-"

But I was cut off as Will pressed his mouth again over mine, shushing me with the gesture. I would not be shushed.

Pulling myself away again I glared defiantly up at him.

"Will! Don't you shush me you big, fat werewol- Hey when did that happen?"

My voce went from ticked to surprised and mildly puzzled as, when I thumped his chest, I found it to be bare. Hence my question, you see.

As I pondered when said chest nudity might have happened, all the while trying to repress my hormones which threatened to overturn my logical train of thought and force me to tackle Will, Will sighed and snatched his shirt from the floor. Tugging it down over his head I immediately regretted loosing the sight of such silken perfection. He caught my look and smiled, a new look entering his eyes that made me blush.

"Don't worry about it Bella," he leaned to to swiftly kiss me before standing straight and heading for the door, pulling me after him by my hand, "You won't have long to wait to see it again."

Thankfully he was turned and missed the deep shade of maroon I turned, while a smile spread across my face. The bubbles of champagne started rising in me at that thought, which was odd considering they didn't do that unless Will was kissing me. Repressing my unproductive daydreams away, I hopped onto Will's bike after him.

Yes. Bella on a motorcycle. How terrible, someone call her father.

Will and Jacob had found two bikes while rummaging through the town dump. Will says they were in the dump because Victoria had been seen reading something and then tossing it into said dump. I'm not sure I believed them, but it didn't really matter.

At the moment I was most concerned with what exactly Will had meant. A blush rose in my face again at the thought.

Isn't it obvious?

Well, yeah just…

Just hold on and stop thinking about it.

I obeyed the voice in y head and clung tighter to Will. Before I knew it we were at his house, Emily jumping up and down in the front window, waving impatiently.

Will pulled his helmet off his head, dropping it onto the bike and pulling me off with one hand at the same tie. I thudded into his chest, backed up, and started trying to take off my own helmet. I always had trouble with this part.

"Here." Will's hands slid under my jaw to click the little latch-y-thing open. Unfortunately, as he pulled my helmet off, he could clearly see my blush. I saw a smile start on his perfect mouth and stomped past him, trying to maintain some form of immature dignity.

Maria swept the door open for me and slammed it smugly in Will's face.

The pounding wasn't quite loud enough to cover up my laughter.