Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story. They all belong to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just using them for non-profitable entertainment usage. However, I do own my OCs mentioned in this chapter; Bailey, Dorian and Kendra. :)

Sort of made a bit of a boo boo on my part… hehe.. Since it's July AKA summer, obviously the weather would still be chilly in Washington but I completely forgot in Illinois it's a completely different temperature situation! Just to clarify, it's warm in Chicago. I'll fix chapter 10.. eventually.

(Warning: Sexual situations.. Really, this chapter is nothing but fluffage)

Chapter 12: Metamorphosis

"If I remember correctly, you like sweet things, right?" Jacob asked.

Bailey blinked from her daze, eyes flickering from the plate filled with different assortments to the amused grin on Jacob's face. She knew he caught her staring at his plate intently, feeling somewhat miffed when he told her to "stay put and let him fill up the plate." She sat patiently and watched with a critical eye as he picked an item one by one. She mentally pictured which ones she would pick off first, and leave Jacob with her least favorites.

"Bailey?"

She recovered quickly and nodded, and he snagged a lemon tartlet and held it out. She reached to take it from him, but he pulled away, her fingers clutching at air. Blushing, she opened her mouth, a little hesitantly, and he slipped the mini tart into her mouth.

It was too large for her to take the entire thing in her mouth so she bit it, and he felt a sliver of anticipation as her lips brushed against his fingers. He ate the remaining piece, and then, with a smoldering look that made her blush, offered her another treat; a chocolate truffle.

She held his suddenly heady gaze, mouth opening to take whatever morsel of food he would offer next. She leaned forward to bite off a small piece, and watched as the remainder disappeared between his lips.

Bailey snatched an item off the plate, eyes twinkling at the surprise on his face. The next treat was small, a melon cube, and instead of letting him bite it, she pushed it onto his tongue with gentle fingers, which withdrew just slowly enough for his lips to brush them as he closed his mouth. He caught her hand, now sticky from the fruit, and leaned forward. His lips were sticky and sweet with melon juice. Her eyes slipped shut.

She felt his tongue against her lips, and opened them at his persistent urging only to jerk in surprise as the melon passed between her teeth. She pulled away, placing a hand on her mouth and blushing, feeling excited and nervous.

"Would you two please get a room? Sheesh! It's like you're in your own little world!" Embry complained. "And you're ruining Seth's innocence."

"I think Seth forfeited his innocence when he became part of this pack," Leah spoke up.

"Well... They're hurting my resolve to stay a bachelor! This is worse than listening to Jared's kinky thoughts."

"Hey!" Jared shouted indignantly.

Jacob scowled, standing abruptly. "Let's get some air," he growled, holding his hand out for Bailey.

She grasped his hand and glanced apologetically at Emily, who waved her off with a smile. Otto scampered after the couple, cutely holding the leash in his mouth. Bailey knelt down and grasped it with her free hand, walking out the front door with her two puppies.

Emily clapped her hands twice, standing from her seat next to Sam. "Alright, let's take some leftovers and move the party elsewhere!"

"What?! We didn't even get to play charades yet!" Embry whined. "Me and Jake came up with good ones!"

"I doubt Jake will be in any mood to see us when he comes back," Seth said knowingly.

Embry turned to him in shock. "Why not?"

Leah backhanded him across the head. "Because you dumbass," she snapped. "They're gonna 'do it' when they get back. It's so obvious!"

"D-do what?"

"How dense can you be?!"

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Their clothes were soaked and heavy with rain when a sudden storm cut their walk short. Their shoes could hardly be salvaged from the mud and leaf litter than accumulated on the soles. But clothing was the last thing on their mind as said items were soon discarded and quickly forgotten. Jacob kissed and nudged Bailey into the bathroom, blindly turning shower knob.

Jacob had lifted her completely off the ground. He stepped into the tub with her in his arms and pushed her against the walls. Bailey's arms were wrapped firmly around his neck, knowing what was coming. His lips met hers with faint kisses, placating her. Her body had been shaking.

He placed his hands on her hips, positioning her. Bailey bit her lip, feeling him enter. His dark eyes looked up at her, and then he fully penetrated. She wanted to scream and claw at him, yet she forced the feeling to remain in her. And with each thrust into her, it only became worse. She covered her face with her hands and thrashing her head, fingers pulling at her hair in mental anguish. She could no longer hold back her voice.

"It's okay… Shhh…" Jacob's comforting voice entered her ears. "It's just you and me. Me, Jacob. Nobody else."

He held her steady with one arm. His other palm was pressed against the wall to hold them both up. Bailey's tears of bottled up pain and anger dissipated. Her hands slipped from her face, once again gripping his shoulders. She moaned out his name, prompting him to move faster.

Quickly, Jacob moved her from the wall. He pushed her down until she was somewhat sitting in tub that was now filled with water, placing her left leg over his shoulder and the other sprawled over the edge of the tub. "Who do you see now?" he asked.

"Y-You!"

"Yes, but who?"

"I see y-you, Jacob!"

He smiled, and clutching her thigh, he plunged himself inside her once more. "Good girl."

Back in Chicago...

He woke up alone, shock flowing through his system for two reasons. One, how had she gotten away from him without waking him? And two, why did she leave in the first place? He thought they had patched things up smoothly. Did she still have doubts?

As soon as the thought passed through his mind, he threw the sheets from his body in anger and shoved on the clothes that were loaned to him by her brother. In seconds he was out of the bedroom, angrily stomping down the hallway and glancing in every room he passed.

Paul growled. "Where did she…?"

"She has a meeting with a buyer," Dorian explained, looking up from the newspaper he read at the kitchen table. "They're looking for new merchandise for the fall season. She told me you'd probably freak out."

"I am not freaking out," Paul spat.

Dorian held a foam cup out, rolling his eyes. "She also told me coffee makes you a nicer person in the morning."

Paul snatched the cup, guzzling down a few gulps. "Where is she?"

"She wanted you to wait for her here, but I figured you wouldn't listen to me anyway," Dorian said, ignoring the glare sent his way. "It's a ten minute walk from here. Go left and keep straight until you get the light, and then go right. You'll catch her somewhere on the main strip."

"Thanks," Paul grunted.

Without bothering to put on shoes, he went out the door and ran down the stairs to the exit, completely ignoring the crunchy feel of gravel on his feet. He walked down the block, ignoring the stares and glances people made at his hulking figure and bare feet. He really didn't need the directions Dorian had given; Kendra's scent was still fresh in the air. He only needed to follow his nose.

Within seconds, her scent suddenly stopped and took a direction across the busy street. He stopped in his tracks and stared at the location before him, awkwardly standing on the sidewalk. He spotted two females sitting at a table through the window.

"Oh my gosh. 6 o'clock, 6 o'clock," the brunette in the pale yellow dress said to the blonde sitting in front of her. "You will not regret it!"

Of course, Paul couldn't here her across the street and through the window of the café the ladies were sitting in, but he could certainly read her lips perfectly.

The blond shook her head, continuing to scribble on the notepad near her forgotten blueberry scone. Someone had just stepped out of the café, and for the few seconds that the door swung open, he caught her reply.

"I have a man already, Lydia," she said.

Paul quirked a brow, turning his head to the side and letting out a bark of laughter as he waiting for the cars to slow down for him to cross. Of course it was her. He'd recognize that voice anywhere.

The woman named Lydia blushed and flailed her hands. "H-He's crossing the street! I think he's looking at me! What do I do? For god's sake, turn around just once!"

The blond slammed her pen down and spun around angrily, sending a dark look out the window. Her expression dropped when she saw Paul's face, and even his own expression lifted in surprise. She stood in shock and headed out the café, ignoring her friend's floundering at the table.

"Paul!" she said in surprise. "Didn't Dorian tell you to stay home?"

"You're the one that should stay home," Paul said, catching her by the waist when she bounded toward him. "You were sick, remember?"

Kendra waved away his worries. "I feel fine now. I had to do some work anyway."

"You look great. Spiffy," Paul murmured, eyes roving appreciatively over the ivory button up that stopped mid drift and the black harem pants that sat low on her hips.

"I like to look fancy for work," Kendra said cheekily.

Paul hummed absently, tilting her jaw up with a finger and brushing his lips against hers. Their lips parted with a sweet smack as they jerked away from each other when a flash and a clicking sound startled them.

The brunette, Lydia stood before them with a camera in front of her face. "You didn't tell me your man was a model, Kendra," she said. "He'd be perfect if you launched a men's line."

"He's not a model," Kendra said, rolling her eyes.

"He should be," Lydia remarked, looking at the shot she took.

"Anyway," Kendra chirped, "what are you doing here?"

"I have to get back to La Push, with the fight and all," Paul murmured, running his hand through her hair. "I'm not going alone."

Kendra sighed. "I figured," she muttered, turning to Lydia. "Listen, I'll send you my notes and any ideas I come across. We'll keep in touch via phone and email. I have to go out of state again."

Lydia scowled. "Again? We're about to organize for our busiest season! I can't do this on my own!"

"You'll survive the extra workload. This is important," Kendra said. "My brother Dorian can help out cleaning and carrying stuff. Any questions, contact me. I have to go."

"Fine," the brunette grumbled. She handed Kendra the notepad and black tote bag.

"I'll be back soon," Kendra reassured her, allowing herself to be pulled away by Paul.

"I look like a model, huh?" Paul smirked.

Kendra elbowed his stomach. "Shut up. All these sudden flights are adding up on my credit card," she grumbled. "I'm not overflowing with money reserves, you know."

"I'll pay you back," Paul said confidently.

"You won't," Kendra muttered.

"Well, not with money of course," he said playfully, squeezing her butt with his hand.

"We're in public!"

"Wakey, wakey!" Kendra crowed.

Bailey sat up with a start, clutching the sheets to her body. "K-Kendra?"

"The one and only," Kendra said, holding out a tray of sunny side eggs and bacon arranged to make a face. "And I seriously made eggs and bacon."

"When did you get in?" Bailey asked, holding out one arm to embrace her sister with.

"Mm... maybe an hour ago," she replied.

"Is Jacob...?"

"He was on his way out by the time I got in. He has mountain duty with the basket case."

"He left; he didn't even say goodbye," Bailey cried, tears pooling in her eyes. "He ran straight to her as soon as he finished-"

"Bailey," Kendra said bluntly, swatting her little sister over the head. The sheets pooled in Bailey's lap. "Shut up."

"W-what-"

"He did say goodbye, idiot," Kendra grouched. "I saw the whole thing. He kissed you byebye and everything. You were pretty bombed."

"Then.. What did he say to me?"

Kendra scowled. "I really don't want to re-live that moment..."

...

...
"Well, well, well.. It's about time," Kendra said, playfully lifting the thin sheet draped over her sister.

Jacob swatted her hand away. "Stop that," he hissed.

"Ooh, touchy," Kendra teased.

"How long have you been in here?" Jacob asked.

"Just got in. Paul dropped me off. The rest of the pack is meeting up," she replied, pausing when a howl interrupted her. "He said something about you going to a mountain?"

"Damn," he murmured, lightly caressing the curve of Bailey's back. "I have to go, sweetheart."

Bailey muttered something incoherent, burrowing closer to Jacob. He nuzzled her cheek, growling softly in her ear.

"I'll come back to you soon," he whispered.

"Don't go, puppy," Bailey muttered.

"I'm sorry. I have to," he said, sitting up with Bailey still lying against him heavily.

Bailey's lip puckered in her sleep. "Pus, pus."

Kendra scowled and spun around, childishly covering her ears with her hands.

Jacob complied to her request, grasping her cheeks in his hands and kissing her with a fierce gentleness he didn't know he was capable of. He set her down gently on the sheets before he got off the bed, pulling on his cut offs.

"Take care of her while I'm gone," Jacob said.

"You don't have to worry about that. I've been doing it since she was born," Kendra scoffed, looking away indignantly.

...

...

"Now, is the freak out session over?" Kendra asked, placing a hand on her hip.

"He.. he really did that?" Bailey whispered.

Kendra narrowed her eyes. "Yes."

"I'm glad then," Bailey murmured.

"Yeah, yeah," Kendra muttered. "Now, eat up. And take a shower. You stink...like a dog."

"Kendra!"

"And by the way, the bathroom is flooded. What the hell happened?"

"We... well..."

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