So, it's been forever aaaand I suck, I know. I'm not going to give you excuses or anything just my eternal regret that I took so effing long and I'm sorry and I am giving you a short chapter on top of it. To make it better, not only does this chapter have a lemon, but I also have written out a chapter guide and can tell you that there are approximately 10 - 13 chapters left (depending on how long the chapters are and if I string ideas together to make it a proper length).
As always, thanks to Ms Meyer for her base ideas and thank you to my most wonderful Beta, Angel of the Night Watchers for making this chapter as wonderful as it can be :)
Enjoy!
You know, I love Claire a lot. I do. Claire is a wonderful friend who is sweet, and kind, and nice, and giving, and absolutely fucking ridiculous. I felt part needed to be added since I was currently walking towards the faded red house of Billy Black, overdressed as shit in a red sweater-dress without leggings or anything other than the silver ballet flats she had leant me for the night.
See, normally I would never have let her touch her wardrobe in mind for me but she had been so insistent that I finally caved and let her dress me for the date. I'd only agreed because she was so determined - which made her annoying. I didn't know how to dress for a goddamn date in the first place, and besides that she was one of the only people who actually knew what kind of date I was going on.
Obviously the biggest mistake of my fucking life, decision-wise.
Jake didn't want me to change because he said, and I quote, that I "looked hot" which had been enough for me until I heard that we were going to visit Billy as the first part of the date. What is that? Who takes his girlfriend to see his father on the first fucking date when she's overdressed and "looks hot"? Isn't that supposed to be more of a private, bedroom type of thing in the first place?
"You've already met him, what are you so worried about?" Jacob laughed as we walked up the porch ramp. "It's not like you're a surprise."
"Uh, my thighs might be! This is weird - I'd love to see Billy again, don't get me wrong, but now is definitely not when I was thinking..."
"He loves you. Calm down." Jacob laughed, which frustrated me simply because he was laughing at me.
"You calm down," I hissed. "I bet you're going to ditch me to go phase or something."
"Am not!" He seemed insulted and sobered up to answer me. "I'm spending this night with you. Sam's in charge, so it will run smoothly without me. Tonight is about us."
"Stupid wolf boy including his father in 'us'," I mumbled to myself, which made him laugh again and wrap an arm around my shoulders to draw me in. He kissed the top of my head to try and cheer me up.
"Claire was smart," he said eyeing me as we knocked on the door. "Putting you in that."
"Is it because it's a dress, because it's short, or because it's red?" I asked with a roll of my eyes, thinking about how typical boys could be.
"All three things are making my blood boil a bit, to be honest."
"Great. Perfect for visiting Dad," I added sarcastically. He sighed a little to himself as we waited the next three seconds for Billy to answer the door. When he did, he was bright and beaming.
"More company!" He chuckled, opening his arms for Jake to lean down and hug him. I stood there awkwardly, hoping inwardly that I wouldn't have to worry about him asking me for a hug...which he of course did the moment that Jake had straightened up. I bent down at an awkward angle to make sure Jake couldn't see my ass from the dress while I hugged him. It was such an awkward hug...now I'm overthinking everything thanks to Claire and this goddamn outfit!
"You look great, Franki."
"You were reading my mind." Jake added, I frowned.
"Thanks but no thanks, you can thank Claire for this disaster."
"Disaster?" Billy asked, looking up to Jake who rolled his eyes in response and made some sort of motion that I didn't catch but knew was probably really offensive to my opinion on the scenario.
"What did you mean by 'more' company?" I asked Billy, who looked up at me with the same brightness he'd had before the conversation started.
"Paul and Rachel are here with the kids."
"Rachel as in Rachel, your sister, Rachel?" I asked, looking at Jake and back down to my possibly too-flattering attire. Well, wouldn't this be a grand family reunion I would be interrupting with all my bare skin.
"Yes, Rachel is here and I wanted you to meet my niece and nephew. They're cute little runts." He said a little too loudly. I was about to make a snarky remark about 'inside voices' when I heard quick paced footsteps leading toward us.
"We're not runts!" A little voice yelled. "You're just giant!"
"I am?" He gasped, as if he were surprised while he bent down to the level of the two kids who had appeared. One was a little boy, probably about six, who I somehow knew was big for his age. He looked like the rest of the Quileute boys: copper skin and dark eyes, but he was growing out his hair like the pack had before they changed for the first time. He was overly excited to see his uncle and he was trying hard to look tough to prove that he wasn't little.
The tiny girl beside him had light eyes, closer to a hazel like Daniel's but more green than murky coloured. She must only have been two, though she looked smaller, but her eyes made her look really involved for such a little girl who I figured would have no attention span and, like most children, a warped perspective. Her intelligent eyes completely distracted from the fact her long dark hair was a complete mess and that she was sucking her thumb.
"Auntie Cubs?" She asked, her eyes watching me carefully as she mumbled around her thumb. She was much more shy than the little boy, so I got down on one knee to hear her better. I didn't want her to hurt her neck from looking up at me.
"Hi there," I said quietly, feeling terrible as I realized that I didn't remember the little girl at all. I didn't remember the little boy either - I had no memories of them, so I didn't really know who the kids were, nevertheless what their names were.
"Kids, you remember that Auntie Franki doesn't remember much right now, don't you?" Billy asked, making me look at him briefly, wondering if they had seen in my posture how badly I felt.
"I'm Alex," the little boy said with a smile as he poked himself in the chest. "Can I see your brain bruise?"
I snorted, this kid was definitely related to the Blacks.
"What did we tell you about manners, Alex? No." I stood up when I heard the new voice, which was a woman's. She looked like she was close to middle aged, very pretty with extremely long dark hair and a little more pale than the others in the room. Her eyes held the same mischievous sparkle that Jacob's often did. I didn't need to be told, I knew that this had to be Rachel Black.
Beside her was a huge man who I assumed would be Paul as I'd heard he was one of the wolves. About 6'4 and looking exactly like one of the pack, he was sharing some sort of private conversation with Jacob through their eyes.
"This little one here is Esa," Rachel smiled.
"Esa, that's a pretty name." I smiled to the little girl. She nodded, taking the time to switch the thumb that she was sucking on. "How are you?"
"Sick." She answered, her voice very quiet. I pouted a little to show her I sympathized.
"What kind of sick?"
"I dunno, the flu bug bit my bum." She didn't move as she said it and I had to blink once or twice as the statement registered before I tried to hide my laughter.
"I'm really sorry to hear that."
"It's okay. I swatted him." She assured me, showing off the palm she must have hit the bug with, before running over to Rachel and climbing up her torso until she picked the little girl up.
"Esa's turning three in November, Alex just turned seven in April, and our teenager is sixteen. Adin stayed home to work on a project." I was glad that I was being informed, especially because I never would have known that Adin existed.
"Adin was named after Adalyn," Jake whispered in my ear. "Embry's his godfather. Esa was Paul's sister's name, but when she was really little sh-"
Paul gave a low growl that made my eyes widen and Jake flick his eyes to me and give me a weighted look. Ah, then Esa had died too.
"Oh," I said slowly, looking between the happy family. "Nice to see you all."
I think it was pretty clear to the adults that 'meet' should have been replacing 'see' but I was glad that no one brought it to the little kids attention. It wasn't long before they were pulling on Jacob's arms so that he could carry them around the yard. I couldn't help but wonder briefly if these rough-and-tough little tykes were going to be the next generation of werewolves, and moreso, if they would end up wanting it.
The acting adults decided that it was time to go and sit in the living room, I was glad when Rachel brought me a cup of coffee to relax with and sat down beside Paul on the couch. I sat in the overstuffed lazy boy, where as Billy wheeled himself in front of the TV. So, this clearly was supposed to be something important then. I guess that means that I actually had to socialize instead of pretending like I knew what was going on. Wonderful.
"So, Franki, how have you been healing?" Billy asked, getting comfortable in his wheelchair so that the conversation wouldn't be as tense. Or at least so it wouldn't be so tense for him.
"Uh...Dr Fa-" I stopped myself, looking at Rachel worriedly. She did know about me, Paul, and Jacob all being werewolves, right? "Dr Cullen keeps saying that I'm healing slowly but I'm getting there. The memories have been coming back at a pretty steady rate. I've started having 'waking memories', too."
"Waking memories?" Rachel asked attentively.
"Yeah. I used to only have memories when I slept - took a fu..." I stopped myself, not wanting to be a potty mouth the first time I met my boyfriends family. "A really long time to figure out. Now I can have them when I'm awake too, it's really weird. Sometimes it's hard knowing whether I'm in memory-mode or real-time."
"That's confusing," Paul murmured. It was the first time I had heard him speak, his voice was lower than I expected and instead of Jacob's warm huskiness it had a deep bravado, kind of like Sam's.
"Yeah, it is." I shrugged. "At least I'm starting to know what some of them mean. Piecing things together and all. Jacob's sure that I'll get the rest of them back any day now."
"And the doctor?" Paul asked with a raised eyebrow.
"He's not comfortable setting down a time frame," I admitted with a wince. "It's possible they'll never all come back, so I'm accepting them as I go. Taking what I get."
"What all do you remember?" Rachel asked. I looked worriedly at Billy - what all was I allowed to say in front of Rachel and Paul? Clearly Paul knew everything, being one with the pack mind for so long, but what did or didn't Rachel know?
"There's nothing you can say that could surprise me." Rachel smiled as if she knew. "I was taking care of you when you turned into a giant wolf pup."
Well, that was a relief. "Great."
"Fucking Jake," Paul muttered under his breath. "What a mor-"
"Paul," Rachel hissed warningly. Paul looked at her for a moment, catching her eyes and the anger noticeably seemed to deflate from him. Hm. I wonder if I held that power somewhere deep down in my imprint psyche?
"He told me you were pissed about the whole imprinting-then-going-wolf scenario." I nodded. "I don't blame him."
"You don't remember it," Paul growled. "You may not know this yet, but I'm your...godfather, type thing."
"Type thing?" I repeated.
"Well, we didn't do the whole religious ceremony or anything, but I'm your secondary guardian. It was going to be Jake, but they thought it might be weird if, or I guess when you got older and wanted him around in other ways." I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?"
The 'what' was me wondering who my parents were. If Paul was in the pack with Jacob and was that close with my parents, then my parents were a lot closer with the pack than even I had initially thought. What the fuck was I missing?
"Something wrong, Cubs?" Billy asked, looking at me worriedly. I took the time to break out of my thoughts and shake my head.
"No, side effect of busting my head open - not having a brain." Apparently the joke wasn't in good taste as nobody laughed.
"So, why are you all dolled up?" Rachel asked. "You hate skirts."
"If it is such a staple for me, how does Claire keep tricking me into this?" I asked with a frown to which all the adults laughed.
"Jake and Francine are on a date tonight." Billy winked, sounding much more proud than he probably should have been. "Their first official one since the accident."
"Really? That's cute, I guess..." Paul tried to hide his snort but Rachel outright frowned.
"The little brat waited that long?" It was the first insulting thing that had come out of her mouth. Maybe it was her motherly instinct not to swear.
Oh fuck, I could never be a mother, then.
"Well, you know how boys can be. Thick and unorganized." I laughed. "He decided to ambush me to come here because he knew I'd be nervous to come normally."
"Franki, you're part of the family." Billy chastised.
"Yeah, I know," I shifted awkwardly in the plushy seat. "It's more that I don't really remember being part of the family, so I don't know how I acted vs how I should act."
"Well, your swearing has definitely calmed down." Paul said conversationally. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm trying to be nice."
"You never 'tried' before."
"Fu-"
"We're back inside, stop swearing!" Jake called as the door swung open. Stupid fucking werewolf ears, making me seem like I was bad near kids. The two little Lahotes ran forward to Billy and started talking really quickly about how Jacob had taken them all the way around the house faster than a car. I saw Jacob walk into the room, watching the scene somewhat proudly before his eyes stole onto me - smokey and intense. His gaze flickered again to the kids before locking with mine a final time.
Was he insinuating something?
"Well, now that you got to meet the family, I think it's probably time for you and I to bolt." Jake said with a smile, motioning over his shoulder. "We have a schedule, believe it or not."
"A schedule?" I asked with raised eyebrow. "So Claire actually had a reason to put me into this monkey suit?"
"That monkey suit is my favourite colour." Jake argued. "And your lack of faith is insulting."
"Screw off," I mouthed silently, standing up and yanking the bottom of the sweater dress down some more so that no one had any chance of seeing higher than mid-thigh. As I was preparing to leave I was surprisingly almost knocked back down into the lazyboy - Alex and Esa had decided to tackle me with a goodbye.
They were adorable, Alex trying to squeeze so tightly and Esa clinging onto my leg and hugging it as if it was my torso. They began muttering some goodbyes and their hopes that my 'brain gave back my thinking soon'. I smiled and said goodbye to them, leaning down and kissing each one on the forehead.
"I'll see you soon."
"Really, really?" Alex asked. I looked up to Rachel and Paul who were both waiting for my response as if it were me who could make that decision. I looked back into his dark eyes and smiled.
"Really, really." I turned to Esa, her too-big, murky eyes watching me closely. "I'll miss you, cutie. See you soon?"
Instead of answering me, she stuck her thumb into her mouth and nodded. I took that as her kind of goodbye as I stood back up. "Bye Paul, by Rachel it was nice...well, it was nice. Though ambushed. See you around, Billy?"
"Emily is having breakfast tomorrow, will you be there?" Billy asked kindly. "I'm sure she'd love to see you and make sure you're okay. She's been fussing that you don't visit enough."
There was a reason for that, because every time I went over there everyone suddenly became much concerned about my well being than normal. It was annoying.
"We'll be there." Jake smiled. "See you guys later."
"Good luck, Franki!" Rachel laughed, to which Jacob looked over his shoulder to be sure to throw her a wicked glare.
"Bye!" I said again as I was ushered out by the giant and into the passenger seat of his car. It felt weird having him open the door for me in a gentlemanly way instead of a 'you are too frail to do anything on your own' way. It was also a pretty nice added touch. "So, what's next on the agenda?"
"Do you not have any need for surprises?" He asked with a dramatic frown. "I'm trying to be romantic."
"Do I look like a romantic kind of girl?" I asked skeptically.
"No, but I happen to know that you appreciate it anyway."
"Do you, now?"
"You forget that I used to live my life with all your thoughts completely open to me in wolf form. So yeah, I do happen to know that you appreciate it anyway." He smiled widely and I frowned out the car window as he continued driving. Fine, point for him. As he drove through all the winding roads, I realized that I had never been to this part of town before - or not that I could remember. Everything was hard to see when it was all green trees and dirt roads, but I was made even more confused when he turned off the gravel and onto a dirt road headed straight through the trees.
"Where are we going?"
"Surprise," he reminded me lightly. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window again, trying not to get bored by the number of identical trees surrounding us. Suddenly I had a great idea to pass my time. I put on my most innocent face, though I'm sure it was smeared with mischief as I turned to look at him.
"Where are we going?"
"Don't you dare." He warned, his eyes narrowing as he had already figured out my game.
"Where are we going?"
"You've got to be fucking kidding-" Jake groaned.
"Where are we going?"
"You're not a broken record." He growled, trying to make me grow up.
"Fine. Jacob my dearest darling cutie-pie," I said in a high voice, batting my eyelashes. "Where are we headed?"
"To our date." He said as if that was all he would let out. Not on my watch.
"Where?"
"At a place." He ground out through his teeth.
"Where?"
"Clearly in the woods."
"Why?" This was way too easy.
"Because it's romantic."
"Says who?" I snorted, looking back out at the trees which were suddenly not pretty or romantic looking at all - anywhere in the woods would look the same, so we clearly didn't have to drive so fucking far!
"Says me."
"Well, that's pretty damn lame."
"Not." He said simply, narrowing his eyes at the invisible path and turning a bit when he caught sight of another road. We turned onto it and I frowned more.
"Yup." But I had decided to let him off the hook thanks to my mounting curiosity and stop there before things got too out of hand. "How long?"
"Franki!"
"Okay, okay," I sighed, looking back out at the window. The trees were even more boring than that game had been, even though it had passed a small chunk of time. Maybe I could ask him to play I spy, next? If I had any power over Jake like Rachel had over Paul, I bet I could ask and he'd say yes...but the only reason I would want to play a game that boring would be to bug him. I couldn't help but be frustrated because of the long drive had been and how everything looked the goddamn same - green and lush. Which was awesome, don't get me wrong, I'm a little tree hugger and 'protect La Push' fangirl and all, but when all you see is the trees...well, for this long all I seem to be able to think about is large stacks of white paper that I could put interesting things on.
"So, this date," I began slowly, testing out how frustrated Jacob still was with me. When I looked over I was not surprised to find him intent on what I was saying and not looking annoyed at all. Imprinting was clearly only created so that the wolves wouldn't want to eat their mates.
"Yeah?"
"Why so semi-formal and then so mysterious?"
"What do you mean?" He asked, looking over at me quickly before turning his head. Which was smart, because there were so many fucking trees I'd be afraid he'd drive into one.
"Well first I had to get all dressed up-"
"That was Claire's doing, not mine." Jake defended instantly. I rolled my eyes.
"'No Franki, don't change you look so hot'," I mimicked in my terrible impression of his husky tones. "'You won't have to worry about it; I'll keep you warm. Franki, red's my favourite colour'-"
"I do not sound like that," he said with an eyeroll.
"Doesn't matter. I was overdressed for a casual visit with your family - four of which I have not met."
"You're overreacting." He shrugged as if it were simple.
"Now you've taken me on an hour long carride-"
"Franki, we've been in the car for twelve minutes."
"And you still won't tell me where we're going, how long it'll take, what we're doing, if I'm about to walk into any other family get-togethers where I look like a complete fucktard-"
"You didn't complain this much when you fell off the cliff." He breathed in disbelief, but since he had said the same thing about when I had my hangover, so the weight of it was lost on me. He was looking at the road with a deep frown, in fact, it was such a scowl that I almost wanted to take it all back and say that I was just joking to bide my time. Tell him I was all excited - which I was, don't get me wrong - maybe explain that I was just nervous and antsy which apparently made me act like a moron.
"If I tell you how much longer, will you stop talking about it?" Jacob asked, eyes fixed on the road. I looked at him nervously - was this a trick? He looked kind of pissed off and he really wanted it to be a surprise, so if I said yes what would the consequences be? He wouldn't be disappointed - right? Everyone knows that's worse than being mad.
"Sure..."
"Fine. We're here." He said, putting on his most infectious smile before pulling off onto the shoulder of the road. I gave him a skeptical look, one which I'm sure read "you think you're so smart, jackass" before I hopped out of the car to stretch my legs. It was amazing to think that Jacob was right that it had only been fifteen, maybe twenty minutes that we had been in the car. I felt like a caged animal that had just been let free - the anxiousness was eased almost immediately. Who knew a date make me so giddy?
"So, what now?" I asked happily, almost skipping over to him so that I could weave my arm through his. He pulled his arm away as I tried, putting on a very wary expression. I tried not to look hurt. "What?"
"Don't hate me." He instructed firmly.
"Wh-" my question was cut off as he bent down and grabbed me by the waist, throwing me over his shoulder in a fireman's hold. He started walking quickly, as if that would deter me from trying to escape his hold because he knew I was going to put up a fight. Which I did. "Put me down!"
"Nope." I could hear him smiling.
"I'm in a dress, you douchebag!" I informed, which was a mistake as I heard him chuckle and felt him kiss one of my thighs - very high up.
"I can tell."
"Jacob Black, you are a pervert and if you don't let me down I will rip you to shreds!"
"I love your underwear," he said conversationally. "Is that red, white and blue striped?"
"Fuck you."
"Very patriotic," he added with a smile. As much as I would have loved to, I didn't put up a fight as he went through the trees, away from the car parked on the gravel and into the forest - still holding me over his shoulder. I thought about seriously fighting for freedom once or twice - you know, show some sign of dominance in the relationship and all, but thought better of it. We were in a forest and soon enough I would get confused from being upside down and engulfed by trees to the point I would have no clue where the hell to go if he decided to play dirty.
Jacob didn't really say anything on our journey there, but I could feel his happiness as if it were radiating off of him instead of his overwhelming body heat and I could have sworn that I heard him humming under his breath every now and again. He was so chipper that it made me rest gracelessly against his back, waiting for him to put me down wherever it was that he was taking me. I guess I was really lucky that my boyfriend was only a werewolf, not some psycho axe murderer.
"Close your eyes," he said after a long time walking. It was strange to hear how loud his voice was as it had been so quiet and I'd gotten used to the monotony of his footsteps. He could walk over tree stumps, fallen logs, and all sorts of animal burrows without breaking stride. We had also encountered four little springs - I'd counted. I furrowed my eyebrows as Jake told me to close my eyes again, that seemed pointless. The sun would be setting soon and I was about to see in two seconds. "Just do it."
He knows me too well.
Out of respect for his prediction of me, I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh to let him know that I had given him his way. What had Jacob planned deep in the woods: rampant sex, a cottage getaway, bird watching?
I let out a little gasp as he pulled me back over his shoulder - much more carefully than he had thrown me over, may I add? - to face the opposite direction. With my eyes closed I could feel a cool breeze threatening to chill my legs and I could smell trees all around us. My face, immune to the wind, felt some sort of warmth. Where had he brought me?
"Open them," Jake whispered in my ear. I took the moment to appreciate the trill his breath on my neck sent down my spine before I opened my eyes and felt my jaw drop.
We were standing on a cliff - a large one that looked over the expanse of the forest and to First Beach where you could see the heavily capped waves attacking the shore. The sun, starting to set behind a thin layer of clouds, was casting a warm orange hue across the forest which made it look like it couldn't decide whether it should begin an early fall or whether the forest was set on fire. Feet from the edge of the cliff was a worn blue blanket and a plastic basket that I could only imagine was filled with food.
"Jake, it's beautiful..."
"I'd hoped you'd think so." He smiled, turning to face me. "If you don't want to sit so close to the edge though, I totally understand."
"It's perfect." I assured him, suddenly feeling guilty for being so bitchy in the car. I took hold of his hand, smiling when he let out a breath as if he missed me touching him. I pulled him over to the blanket, sat down as best I could in this awkward skirt and turned to face him. "Picnic?"
"You love picnics," he explained to me. "I thought it'd be a nice reminder. Emily made the food."
I almost laughed, but didn't roll my eyes like I usually would have felt the urge to. It was still too sweet to be my normal bitchy self. I dragged the basket closer to me and inspected the food that was kept cool by the plastic covering. There were six sandwiches, four drinks and another four pieces of what looked like the most delicious double chocolate cake I'd ever set eyes on. I smiled and tossed him a bottle of Coke, taking my own bottle of Root Beer and twisted the cap to take a big sip. I passed him two sandwiches and took one for myself.
"I assume the majority of this is for you," I laughed. He winked at me.
"Don't worry, I'll still give you two pieces of the cake."
We ate quickly, I guess I hadn't realized how hungry I was and I not only took two drinks, but also two of the large sandwiches and my promised pieces of chocolate cake. Though Jake did get the last quarter of my second sandwich, I could have sworn that every bite was better than the last and I found myself wishing I had as much room to put away food as Jacob did.
We didn't really talk much, we had just stuffed our faces and as I was letting it settle, Jake came close to me. His eyes were searching mine carefully and I could tell he was about to make a very date-appropriate move.
"Do you mind...?"
"Do I mind, what?" I asked, trying not to giggle. Ew.
"If I hold you?"
It was so cheesy. It was one of those things where if you saw it in a movie you would pretend to gag or you would roll your eyes, but now as his eyes smouldered against mine it was hard to find any trace of my inner cynic. I smiled and nodded, waiting for him to make the first move - I still wasn't sure how to do this. Initiating cuddling and affection was definitely not my forte, so I'd let him take the reigns since he was clearly the more romantic.
Which was also bullshit, but I didn't have to admit that.
Jake came up behind me, pulling me around so that I could properly look out over the ridge while he wrapped his body around mine - I hadn't realized I was cold until he was warming me up. I tried to look out at the bloody horizon, but I couldn't make sense of it thanks to the feel of his breath on my neck. It was sending shivers through me and that would just make him hold me more tightly. What a beneficial paradox.
"I like this," I said quietly, not at all scared that the wind would carry it away. I felt him smile into my hair before he took the time to kiss the top of my head. "I liked that, too."
I felt a rumble in his chest to tell me that he was laughing before he leaned in and kissed my neck, very softly. I closed my eyes, disturbingly aware of how his lips lingered there, that was an extremely nice feeling. "I really like that."
Then I felt his finger tilting my chin toward him and felt my heart pick up. It was as if the whole date had been leading to a real date-kiss. Something that was so important and at the same time not at all necessary thanks to what the two of us had been through - you know, the whole dating for multiple years thing. I felt my eyes close as he leaned closer and then...
He kissed my cheek.
"What the fuck?" I asked with a frown. "I did not like that!"
Jake started laughing, it was a hearty, booming sound and if it would have been something negative sounding I'm sure it could have scared the animals to flee around us. Instead, it was just a joyous sound that made my eyes narrow while he laughed at my displeasure.
So, to put things into their place, I grabbed both sides of his face and silenced his laughter by kissing him as passionately as I could. I knew it would not only shut him up, but hopefully give him the idea that I was more than comfortable enough to make out with him on this date. I heard his laughter stifle itself and turn into a moan of surprise and pleasure, even though his surprise didn't stop him from immediately reacting.
When I was sure he was pleased enough and not about to laugh again I pulled away, a giggle on my own lips. "Well, at least I know you liked that."
My taunting cut itself short when Jacob's eyes opened and I saw the spark in them. I had never seen the spark in them be that bright when I wasn't dreaming and it took me a moment to wonder whether or not I was. I looked at him, passion and lust practically stabbing me through his gaze. I was almost made uncomfortable by the power behind it.
"Jake?" I asked nervously, but there was no need for me to have been. As soon as I said his name it was like I had said the magic word to let him move again. He moved towards me quickly and placed his right hand on my back and his left hand cradled my skull as he bent down and literally stole my breath away with a kiss unlike any other he had ever given me. This was the hard, passionate kiss that I had only dreamed about. Jake had not kissed me like this in anything but my memories, but somehow my body knew exactly how to react as if it were something I'd done just yesterday. For once he wasn't scared to initiate anything and I was glad when I felt him wrap his arms around me to pull me closer, his arms long enough so that he could touch his own shoulders afterward.
I bit his lip to give him the hint that I still wanted more, that what he was doing was exactly what I needed and I turned around, breaking our kiss for only a second before I was wrapping my legs around him, facing him and sitting in his lap. My hands were shaking in anticipation - I couldn't decide whether I wanted them to stay moulded to his face, if they should be roaming over his body, or if they should be raking through his hair. I think in the heat of things I somehow figured out how to do all three. I could barely pay attention to what I was doing to him because every one of my nerve endings seemed to be electric as I felt him touching me. Everything was hyper aware of his hands as they warmed my back through the sweater-dress and I realized, again, how much I fucking hated the fucking sweater-dress. On that thought, I pulled away but I couldn't tell you whose hands were faster to rip the dress off of me.
I had always assumed that there would be some moment of vulnerability or nervousness when this finally happened - when I decided that I was enough of the Franki he needed so that we could have sex. But there was no moment like that at all. Whatever was happening, whatever this electricity that ran through our skin like a constant current we weren't allowed to break - it was primal. It was only passion and instinct and need.
I needed this. I needed this like I needed air.
I grabbed the hem of his shirt and stripped it off of him in just as swift a motion as had been done for me. I ran my hands down the contours of his chest, feeling his muscles ripple under my palms and shiver under my finger tips. I couldn't manage making some smartass remark about empowerment, I was too absorbed.
I didn't feel cold as he turned me around and stole the top position. He was trailing such warm kisses and touches over me that it was hard not to be too overwhelmed by the heat from all the friction. I pulled his face hastily back down to mine, moaning when he made a point to grind his body against me.
I shouldn't have been surprised by how sensitive I felt to it, I was now only in a bra and underwear so it should have been obvious, but I was surprised by the way my legs shook from the touch.
"Jake," I moaned, ready to ask him to do it again. I didn't need to though because as soon as I said his name he seemed to know I was enjoying myself and stuck his hand down to the fabric of my underwear, rubbing right where his hips had just put that pressure.
I could feel the heat from his hand through the fabric of my boy shorts, even through the thicker fabric of my bra, as he all but ripped it off my chest. Motherfuck had I known we would be fucking I would have worn nicer underwear - lacy or something more appropriate for sex appeal. Not that it really mattered. The more that he started to rub against the fabric the more I felt my hips buck toward the sensation. I bit his lip and groaned from the slowness of his movements - which was why I was so happy when he quickly tossed my boy-underwear aside.
He went back to rubbing my sensitive area, then traveled down lower, playing with the skin and touching me in ways that I hadn't realized fingers were able to do. Without any warning he pushed his fingers into me, apparently I had liked the rubbing enough to make it easy on him. I let out a gasp at first. I remembered the feeling, but a memory was nothing as vivid as the real thing. He moaned when he realized how much I was grinding my hips into his hand and I felt him move around so that he could more easily watch what he was doing.
I didn't really want to look at what was happening, the more he moved his fingers in and out of me was the more I wanted to move to the next step - not that I really knew what that was. I took my hand, picking at his jeans as best I could. I couldn't actually reach them thanks to his long torso, but he seemed to get my idea and backed up off of me so that he could remove them. As he was undoing the zipper I watched him pause, his eyes looking off to the side before he shook his head.
"We're not ready for this."
"You're fucking kidding me," I said automatically, looking at him darkly.
"We just went from making out to sex? You don't find that a bit of a leap?" He asked skeptically. I rolled my eyes.
"Do I look that fragile, really?"
Jake winced. "Yeah, you do."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked with a growl. "If you don't want to fuck me, don't fuck me, but don't make up some lame-ass fucking excuse about me being fragile!"
"Franki-" Jake groaned, frustrated and looking down at the bulge in his jeans. "I want to, don't think I don't-"
Well, that was good enough for me. Taking the - literal - fucking initiative of the situation, I crawled towards Jacob. He watched me warily, but didn't say anything. It looked like the words had been taken from him. His jaw stayed slack as I crawled up to him and, holding eye contact, pulled down his jeans and boxers.
His smouldering eyes held a lot of different things I wasn't used to - the lust there was overpowering and of course the shock that I was being so ballsy. I pushed the jeans down until they were by his knees, since he was crouched that was as far as they would go by my angle and I waited, holding his gaze, for him to make his decision.
Thank Hell he didn't keep me waiting long, because he sprang forward and laid me back down on the blanket. His mouth attacked mine and his hands dragged themselves from my face, down to my shoulders, over my breasts and down to my hips which he grabbed firmly and pulled closer towards his pelvis.
"There's no going back if we start," he told me as he hesitated, hovering above me.
"Good," I said with a smirk. "But just because you start doesn't mean I'll finish."
The challenge was accepted as soon as it had left my mouth. Jacob's kiss was feverish and sudden, but not as sudden as when I felt him angling himself.
With his first thrust I couldn't say I was enjoying myself. I knew I wasn't a virgin or anything, but it still hurt. I felt as he slid in between my muscles and hit a wall that probably was poking some internal organ that was necessary to my regular way of life, before he pulled back out. He was being slow, like you always hear about but never understand - but I was glad. It took until the fourth thrust for the pain to subside as I felt myself adjust and stretch, until I felt him get into a rhythm and until it wasn't a thrusting driving the pleasure, but a building pressure.
The grunting probably made us sound like animals but I couldn't bring myself to worry about it. The pressure was starting to become more and more comfortable but at the same time I felt so uncomfortable that I wanted him to go faster - to make it happen. It was as if these were both familiar and new sensations, I knew exactly what was happening but I didn't really know what it would be like.
"Jake..."
"Oh, Franki." He moaned, kissing me again. "Are-are you-"
"Great. I'm great." I stuttered, closing my eyes to concentrate on all the vivid sensations coursing through my body. If he kept up at this speed it would take a while and he would need to sp-
Ah, he can read my mind.
"Jacob-" I gasped, my body was starting to tremble and if I could have taken the time, I would have been embarrassed by the way I was grinding and bucking into him. My nails were digging into his back, that made him grunt more loudly before he flung his head back and pushed even harder.
"Franki, I'm gun-"
"Me too." I whispered, arching my back into him. I felt his chest rumble as he came closer to his climax, pushing into me harder and with more urgency that made me cry out for more.
Then, suddenly it was like the feeling of falling off a cliff again...a cliff in my vagina. It felt like that moment when I would have been airborne and flying, that exhilaration and adrenaline when you don't realize that you're falling and coming down, because you're still up in the air and the excitement is still pumping through you. I felt my body squeeze against Jake, stopping him from moving which brought him over his edge - I didn't realize until I was saying the last syllable that I had called out his name.
There was a moment when the two of us just rode with the feeling, letting the feeling of flying soak us in and take over our entire bodies.
And then, with a smack, I hit the achy, throbbing rocks at the bottom when I realized I don't know how to deal with the most awkward part of sex. Jacob had not said anything and other than rolling over so that we were more comfortable, he had not moved. What do you do after you have sex with the man who is completely in love with you and you feel like this is your first time having sex? Shit.
But as I watched the sun go down, somehow I was happy that Jacob wasn't saying anything at all. I liked seeing how as the light faded, his eyes stayed just as bright.
"I love you." I whispered to him as he pulled me into his chest.
"I love you, too." He whispered back, kissing me softly in return.
So, what did you think? I know I should never have made you wait so long, but was it at all worth waiting for? Anyway, as always a special shout out goes to my wonderful reviewers:
ForeverTeamEdward13: I was trying to make it a litte difficult to tell the difference between memory and real-time because Franki finds it difficult, but I'll see if I can't make it a little easier :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter, thank you for your review!
Munchkin Jeeves: I'm glad that you enjoyed it, it's not the very last we'll hear of Daniel but yes, I'm glad I was finally able to solidify Jacob and Franki's relationship as well. Hope you liked this chapter as well!
Angel of the Night Watchers: I was on a diet before exams hit because I was gaining so much weight and then as exams hit I was like "I give up" and ate what I wanted. I'm a complete stress eater. And you should totally write a Paul/OC story! Paul is hilarious, that's the whole reason I made Esa his sister because I wanted to explore his character a bit more. I was super uncomfortable writing the sex scene, I won't deny I have had sex with my boyfriend, but that is definitely not the same as writing about it. It was half the reason this chapter took so long, because I was so unnerved by writing it! Anyway, thank you as always, you're AMAZING.
gleek15: I hope you also got giddy when you saw this update, I'm sorry it took so long. I usually draw my OC's so that I know what they look like and can make them exactly as I see them so I'll see if I can't do more searching to find someone similar. Hope you liked it :)
Vamp Junkie: I hope you also liked this fluff and I'm SO sorry for the wait! Have you died from withdrawl already? Don't die, I love my readers! Come back, he's here, Jacob's here!
Crystal-Wolf-Guardain-967: I hope you liked this one too, thank you for reviewing!
RJM: I totally agree. I won't deny that I kind of like when boys get jealous over me, it lets me know that they want me for themselves and as a girl who's been cheated on, it's a really nice feeling. I wanted to incorperate some of that and I hope I did their triangle justice - yay, for once Jacob wins the girl! Hope you enjoyed :)
Happy2BeeMe: I'm so sorry for the wait, especially after you were talking about how waiting for the next one makes you sad! And don't you worry a minute, Cubs will get her moment with Bella. I assure you and when it happens you will be so shocked and amazed and excited that you won't even know what happened. It will probably be the best chapter besides the big reveal of what happened on the cliff. Anyway, no more giveaways! I hope you liked this chapter and thank you, as always, for your wonderful review!
ally0212: Well I have good news for you, next chapter is when you find out who Franki's parents are. Yes, it's happening. Next chapter. I promise it will all be explained, the only thing I've kind of confused myself with is why they waited so long to tell her...hmm, it'll work out, I hope. Anyway, I'm glad you liked the last chapter, I hope you liked this one more especially because it was almost completely Jacob/Franki :) Thanks or reviewing!
Sugar-Ice: Well I can tell you that you can find out next chapter who her father is, but it is interesting to see all the signs. Even I hadn't realized how many hints I had put in until I randomly go into my word processor and click on the scroll, land somewhere and read a bit to get back into the flow of things. You will know next chapter who her family is and I hope you like it and liked this one, thanks for reviewing!
kiki: Thank you and thank you for reviewing!
OnlyTheGoodeSpyYoung13: I probably won't make a sequel to this story, as everything will end up answered and wrapped up if she gets all her memories back, but I assure you that this story will be a good one because there won't be :)
EclipseLover97: Thank you! I hope you liked this chapter too, considering there was lots more fluff and...other stuff. Next chapter will be even better, promise :)
I Am Swizerland101: There's more for you! Oh, what did you think happened on the cliff, then? I always love hearing peoples ideas. Thank you for reviewing :)
Wow guys, so many reviewers! Just 14 reviews until I reach 200 reviews, an AMAZING milestone! Please review and let me reach my dream, the more I get the more inspired I am so the faster I update - and this upcoming chapter is going to be a doozy! Thank you for being so patient, I hope you enjoyed!
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