Author's Note

Hey Guys, so although I have finished this fic I decided to turn one of Jake's AU while in a coma into a separate fic called 'Some Roads Lead Nowhere'. It follows my personal favourite AU where Jacob is a mechanic in Forks and Edward is passing through when his car breaks down.

It's just a one shot and will probably stay that way, but please feel free to check it out.

Here's a little preview:

..."Jacob" he said, his voice low and husky as he didn't move away, but put his hand on my arm.

The moment he touched my arm the desire to kiss him increased tenfold, and I grabbed him and kissed him. Hard at first then when he didn't pull away but instead kissed me back, I softened and slowed the kiss, just savouring the stolen moment with this bronze haired stranger.

He let out a wanton moan into my mouth and I moved my hand to his head tugging gently at his messy hair, as his hands drifted down my back.

Then as suddenly as it had started it was over, he was pulling away and stepping back. He smoothed out his hair and shirt, as if nothing happened, as I stared at him at a loss for words.

"I...shouldn't have" he looked down, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry" I blurted and he looked up, looking mortified not that I could blame him. Shit, why did I have to kiss him?

"Maybe I should go?" turning away I felt humiliated, he stepped forwards, in the reflection of the car window I saw him lift a hand and then he dropped it to his side. "Jacob?"

"You don't have to go" I saw the slightly shocked expression he wore and turned back around to look at him, oh well too late to turn back now. "Not if you don't want to" he looked at me for a long moment, as if trying to judge whether I was telling the truth or trying to trick him.

"I've never..."

"I haven't either" I had thought about it a lot, but here in forks I had never acted on it because some people could be small minded and gossip spread like wildfire here.

Oh fuck it, if he rejected me he wouldn't be sticking around, he could just get in his car and leave again. It was his choice.

"Fuck" he said in a low, slightly shaky voice raking a hand through that gloriously sexy hair and moving closer to me. He was standing incredibly close to me and I tried not to do or say anything to make him leave, I wanted him to stay and yet I wanted it to be his choice. "I don't know what to do..."

"What do you want to do?" I said in a low voice, scared of what he might say or not say.

In response he looked at me rather intently as he dropped his hand, leaning forward just a bit so that we were barely inches apart from each other.

"Jacob"

"Yes?"

"What do you want?" he said in steadier voice, lifting his hand about to touch my cheek but hesitating and staring at my lips.

"Something...more, more than just my boring life here" the admission felt right and it earned me a small smile from him.

"I want more too" he closed the remaining space between us, passing his fingers across my cheek as I tilted my head forwards. Stopping when his lips were a hair's breadth away, I sighed and reached out to run my fingers through his hair.

"I'm not stopping you" that seemed to do encourage him, as he closed the space between us to press his lips against mine. This time he didn't hold back and neither did I, he pressed his mouth against mine roughly and I gave back just as much as he did.

Thoughts?! :D