a/n Sorry for the delay. Job interviews, Lent, small children, and a restaurant have been keeping me supremely busy. I had some free time this morning, though, to finish this up. Enjoy!

This is set a few months after "Death," and slightly before "Jealousy." I love that vampires like sex, because I do, too. Beware…

CLIFF DIVING

It was one of those rare days in Forks when the sun was out, the temperature was perfect, and the sea was relatively calm. It was one of the days that normally brought people to the beaches in droves, anxious to soak up some much needed vitamin D and relax for a few hours.

It was also the kind of weather that made cliff diving almost mandatory.

Jacob hadn't seen his girlfriend in three days. She'd been locked up, restricted to the compound for forgetting to call her dad last week to say she'd be in Seattle. Maybe today, since the weather was nice, Edward would loosen the iron grip he desperately tried to keep on his daughter.

Or maybe she'd just take off. It wouldn't be like he would be able to follow her.

Still, he didn't want her in more trouble than she already was, so instead of dialing her number, he instead dialed Edward's.

"I'm losing my mind," he said as soon as Edward picked up. "Please, let her come out today? The guys are all going cliff diving and we're going to eat afterward. Please, just for a couple of hours? I promise I'll have her home by ten."

Edward sighed heavily. In the background, Jacob could hear Renesmee begging. "Please, daddy?" He could see her pouting in his mind's eye. "I promise I'll be back on time, I swear. I can't stand being in this house for another minute! I'm getting cabin fever!"

Jacob laughed. "Can you honestly say no to the face she's making right now?"

"How do you know she's making a face?" Edward's voice was suspicious.

"Because I know the tone of voice, and it always comes with the same face." Jacob waved as Quil came down the stairs.

Quil rolled his eyes. "You know there's a perfectly good bed upstairs, right?"

"I know."

Edward's voice held a frown. "Are you sleeping on the couch?"

"I'm not sleeping much, period," Jacob said, sighing. "That's the problem."

"Ah." Edward's voice sounded sympathetic. "Well, that's understandable. You know Esme would love it if you'd let her renovate over there. Maybe…"

"Yeah, maybe." Jacob sighed heavily. He hadn't been inside his father's house since his death. His sisters had gone over after the funeral to tidy up and collect a few things—some of their mom's jewelry and clothes Billy had left them—but mostly, everything was untouched. Jacob was sure that if he walked in and saw reminders of his father, he'd break down. Maybe letting Esme renovate would be for the best. And knowing Esme, she's store away the old things if he wanted her to, for when he was ready for the memories. "I'll probably talk to her."

"Daddy!" There was a thud, probably from a stomped foot. "Can I go or not?"

"Fine, but you can't—"

"Oh, come on!" she whined. "You never let me take the good cars! It won't look weird if I show up with mom's car when I'm hanging out with three mechanics."

"Fine." Edward spoke into the phone again. "She's already out the door, starting the car, and waiting for the garage to open," he said. "I'm sure she'll be there shortly."

"Thanks, man." He was sincere. He needed to see her. "I owe you one."

"You owe me a lot more than one," he mumbled. "Have fun. Tell her midnight. She's been relatively well behaved during this grounding than in the past."

"Sweet." He hung up the phone and tossed it onto the coffee table, rubbing his face with his hands. He was completely exhausted, and maybe he could talk her into coming back early enough that she could lay with him while he fell asleep. He slept easier with his face buried in her soft hair.

He daydreamed for a few more minutes before Quil entered with a plate piled with sandwiches. "Gotta eat something, man," he said, setting them down and crossing his arms.

Rolling his eyes, Jacob picked up a sandwich and got up off the couch. His feet kicked aside a few empty beer cans as he moved, and Quil's frown got deeper. "So you're not even sleeping?"

"Not much." Jacob took a bite of sandwich and chewed for a minute while he thought. "It's just hard to shut my brain off, you know?"

Quil nodded, his frown not leaving his face for a second. "You know you can talk to Embry and me. We won't judge you or anything." He shrugged slightly.

"I know," Jacob said. "I'm just not ready to talk about it yet."

"Well, whenever." Quil picked up the plate and held it out. Jacob took it with a small smile at his friend. "In the meantime, you should know Embry's anal about all the furniture in here." He grinned. "He once yelled at me because I had my feet on the ottoman. Then when I asked him what the fuck an ottoman was he acted surprised I didn't know."

Jacob blinked. "It's a footrest."

"Yeah," Quil muttered, crossing his arms again, looking at his feet. "You had an interior decorator, so you would know that."

Despite his glum mood, a wide smile crossed his face. "Damn straight," he said. "Speaking of which, I'm really thinking of having Esme redo my dad's house."

"I think you should." Quil followed Jacob as he walked out onto the front porch to wait for Nessie. "It would probably be good for you, and no offence, but that furniture's outdated."

"By twenty years," Jacob laughed. "I know. That's why I'm saying—have her redo the place. Maybe I can rent it out eventually." He shrugged. "I don't know."

"So you're really going to move?" Quil frowned. "You just got back."

"Yep. I already have a place rented in Seattle, I just need to get a job lined up." He took another bite of his sandwich. He shrugged. "I can't stay here. Anyone would notice that I'm not aging, and neither is she."

"Weird." Quil leaned against the railing. "So are you guys going to move in together?"

"Not yet." Jacob brushed his hands clean of crumbs. "I don't think her parents are quite ready for that yet. Maybe in a year or so, we'll see. I just need to be close enough to drive."

"Speaking of driving, how's the car coming?"

"Very close." Another little smile made its way onto his face. "I got a lot of work done in the last month. Turns out, Billy owned some stock that was worth quite a bit. I sold some and I'm going to have her finished by the time we leave for Seattle."

"It's going to be a sweet ride, man."

"It's already a sweet ride." Jacob glanced up when he heard the squealing of tires on the curvy road that announced his girlfriend's close proximity. "Just needs to look the part. Unlike the cars my girlfriend gets to drive."

Bella's red Ferrari raced up the drive, screeching to a halt. Quil just rolled his eyes and made his way inside, mumbling something about giving people a free show. She climbed from the car, not moving at full speed just in case someone was looking. She looked amazing, even though it was obvious she'd been laying around the house, not dressed to impress. If anything, her plain clothes made her even sexier. She wore a pair of cut off jean shorts with flip flops, and a tight black t-shirt with gold bangles on her wrists. She had been wearing sunglasses, but she'd shoved them up and out of the way. Quickly, and with purpose, she marched up the drive, not slowing or stopping when she crashed into him, pressing him against the wall. Her willing slave, he let her pull his face down to press her lips to his. Her tongue gained entry into his mouth and darted to taste every crevice. A little smile made her lips curl against his when he hoisted her up into his arms, holding her as close as he could. She laughed outright when he tore his lips from hers to bury his face in her hair, inhaling deeply.

"Hi, baby." Her voice was cheery and full of mirth. It was the voice of an angel, sent to rescue him from his current hell.

"God, I missed you." It sounded sappy to say it out loud, but it was true. He held her tightly in his arms, and pressed a soft kiss on her ear. "I love you." He proceeded to kiss every inch of her face while she giggled quietly. "I love you," he whispered, over and over, worshiping her.

"Geeze, Jake, did you miss me or something?" Her voice was teasing. He pulled back to look at her, and her smile dazzled him, rendering him speechless. "I missed you, too." She pressed one more kiss to his lips, this one chaste and soft. "I love you."

He took a deep breath, feeling easy for the first time in days. "You ready to go?" he asked.

She grinned. "Born ready. I was planning on lying around outside today, anyway. So where we going?"

"Cliff diving, then a bonfire." He grinned. "I haven't been in years."

Renesmee never ceased to surprise him. He'd expected her to get excited. He'd half expected her to ask if he was going to let her try, which he wasn't sure he'd let her do. He certainly didn't expect her face to scrunch up in concern and for her to ask, "You're not going to go, are you?"

He blinked. "That was kind of the point," he said slowly. "Do you not want me to go?" He put her back on her feet.

"I don't know." Her shoulders lifted and fell in a shrug. "I'm not nuts about the idea."

"Why?" Confused, he took a little step back to look at her face better. "You know I've gone before."

"I'm just not in the mood to watch you go jumping off of cliff," she explained, a little frown creasing her brow. "It's unsettling."

"It's fine." Grasping her shoulders, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Come on. Let's get Quil and we'll go."

"I'm ready," Quil said, appearing in the doorway in a pair of board shorts and sun glasses. He had both hands out in front of him with thumbs up. "Cliff diving! Yeah!" Renesmee just rolled her eyes and stalked back down the steps toward Quil's SUV. Quil looked confused. "What did I say?"

"Nothing," Jacob muttered. "Yeah, let's get going."

The ride up was quiet, the atmosphere suddenly tense. Quil didn't say anything, still confused. Renesmee sat quietly, staring down at her folded hands. Jacob stared at her.

"I just don't like it," she finally said, her voice very soft. "It seems silly, jumping off a cliff. What do you have to prove?"

"It's not about proving something," Jacob said, his voice also soft. He reached over to take her hand, and he gave her a small smile. It felt like it took more effort than it should, but he needed to reassure her. "Seriously. I've done it a million times before. The weather is perfect, the waves aren't bad at all, and it's nice and warm. It's the perfect day for it and…" He sighed, the smile fading. He forgot for a moment that Quil was driving, hearing every word. "I just really want to feel that rush."

Renesmee hung her head, lacing her fingers through his. Her thoughts were almost ashamed. Don't I make you feel enough of a rush?

Guilt rushed through him. He'd been distracted for the past few months, dealing with the aftermath of Billy's death, and he supposed he'd been a little negligent in his sexual advances toward her. He'd actually turned her down last month, much to the surprise of both of them. It had been about two weeks since he'd made love to her, and now, she thought it was because she wasn't enough.

Jacob unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned between the front seats to turn up the radio a little. Renesmee giggled when he slid up next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He lowered his voice so that it was little more than a brushing of air against her sensitive ears, and cupped his hands around his mouth. "I know my brain's been a mess for a few months, and I'm not doing a very good job with this lover thing. You're the most beautiful woman I know, and I love you so much. I love your body, and I love sex with you. It's like standing on top of a mountain and breathing in that really fresh air, combined with bungee jumping down over the abyss below." She smiled, her cheeks turning pink. "When you compare the two, the rush from cliff jumping is nothing compared with the feeling of being inside you." Quil was singing along with the radio now, very studiously trying not to listen, and doing a wonderful job. Jacob brushed his lips across the outside of her ear and let his free hand wander to her thigh, gently rubbing the soft flesh there. "But who's to say I can't have both in the same day?"

"Who says you're going to get both?" She smirked, but her cheeks were still flaming, even more than before. Her voice was louder than his, and it dripped with lust.

"Ew." Quil shook his head. "I have no idea what he said, but I know what that implies, and I only ask that you don't do it in my car."

The rest of the drive passed quietly again, and Jacob could feel her tensing as they walked up to the edge of the cliff, where the rest of his friends were gathered. It was clear that Embry and Jared had already jumped once, and they were fine. Jacob tried to get this across to Renesmee, and she nodded, swallowing, but he suspected she still didn't like it.

"If you don't want me to go, just say so," he finally said, tired of beating around the bush. On his left side, he noticed Rachel watching them.

Instead of giving him a straight answer, she just shrugged like the girl she was. Rachel got up and walked over to them and grabbed Nessie by the hand. "Come on, girl," she said, grinning. "I know how you feel. The first time I watched Paul jump I thought I was going to throw up. I'll hold your hand, as long as you don't break my fingers."

Renesmee smiled weakly and twined her fingers with Rachel's, leaning her head on Rachel's shoulder. Rachel smiled happily and started to lead her away.

Jacob couldn't help himself. He reached out and wrapped his arms around both of them. He felt a sudden rush of love for his big sister, and he half expected her to laugh at him. She just hugged him back.

"Thank you, Rachel." His voice was serious. "Love you."

"Love you, too, baby brother." She grinned when he pulled away. "Now go jump off a cliff."

Renesmee forced a smile for him and gave him a quick kiss.

The afternoon progressed with the girls sitting down and watching as the boys took turns throwing themselves off the cliff. Renesmee started to take it easy, but Jacob had a suspicion that the glass of wine in her hand had something to do with that. By sundown, she was a little tipsy, giggling when he tried to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"You're all wet," she squealed, trying to keep his arms away from her.

"I don't care," he mumbled, picking her up and putting her in his lap. He nuzzled his nose against her soft cheek. "I haven't seen you in three days. I missed you."

"Oh, God," she said, rolling her eyes, "three whole days." She squirmed in his lap. "You've got me all wet now." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, his eyebrows raised. Her cheeks turned bright red and she burst into giggles.

"That's kind of the idea," he mumbled, pulling her closer. Food was still being passed around, and no one was paying much attention to them, other than to pass the plate of hot dogs in their direction. Renesmee picked up three and put two on her plate, before slowly putting the third one in her mouth. Her brown eyes sparkled mischievously, and he gulped, unable to stop himself from the cliche of imagining his girlfriend with his dick her her hot little mouth. There was very little that could match up to the image of her, red hair bobbing up and down while she worked on him. She knew it, too. The first time she'd ever given him head, she'd stared up at him while she'd rubbed her own pussy, and the image always stuck with him. And, it had turned out, she actually liked sucking him off. Amazing woman.

He couldn't even think about food anymore. He shifted under her, letting her feel his erection, and she grinned at him. "Anyway," she said, "it's your own fault you haven't seen me. If you had been willing to take my directions, we would have been out of Seattle in half the time."

Jacob wrapped his arms tighter around her. "It was not my fault. You just had to make that last stop, and you made me get stuck in traffic."

"We got stuck in traffic because you weren't listening to me." She rolled her eyes. "But you still went cliff diving, even though it made me nervous."

"I assumed," he said, rolling his eyes back, "that you would understand I've done it a million times."

The sunset made her hair light up when she pulled away, blinking at him. She looked a little peeved, and quite a bit like she was up to something.

"The bikini," she said, referring to the final purchase she'd made three days ago, "was not for me, by the way." She smirked and slowly shimmied out of her shorts. His eyes bugged out of his head. "It was for you."

Oh, sweet Jesus, she had the thing on. Rachel whistled while the guys cheered her on jokingly.

"You've been so down lately, I thought you could use some cheering up." She looked entirely innocent while she pulled off her shirt, revealing the bikini she'd purchased three days ago. It wasn't that it was tiny, because it wasn't, really. It certainly covered everything, and was fairly modest as far as bikinis went. But it was white.

And something about seeing a woman who drank his blood during sex wear white was extremely sexy.

"And I assumed," she said, taking a few steps back, "you'd understand the feeling in the pit of your stomach when your loved one is in danger, however irrelevant." She grinned devilishly at him and turned around to walk to the cliff edge.

His heart nearly stopped when she peered over the edge, and he was on his feet and behind her, grabbing her around the waist. She laughed delightedly. "Oh, good," she said, patting his hand. "I was hoping you'd come to my rescue."

He wasn't counting on the fact that she had a lot of strength to use against him, should she so choose, and like it so often did when he had this lack of consideration, it bit him in the ass. She gave his arms a slight tug, bracing one foot and prepping the other for the jump. He barely had time to register what was happening before they went tumbling over the edge. He held tighter to her, feeling the wind rush in his face and hearing her delighted laughter in his ears. They hit the water together, and he clung to her while he kicked them up toward the surface.

She was still laughing. Cheers were erupting from above, and it made her laugh harder. She waved, before grinning at him and swimming off for shore.

"Get back here, damn it," he shouted, swimming after her and laughing. "You think you can just walk away from that, you've got another thing coming."

"We're not walking," she called back, still laughing. It didn't slow her stride, unfortunately for him. "We're swimming."

"Jesus, woman!" They were getting close to the shore. It was deserted now, in the late hour, and she raced toward it at full speed. He had a hard time not admiring her rounded ass as she ran as fast as she could toward the beach.

Standing up was her downfall, and he kept swimming until he caught her around the waist, dragging her back into the waves, which felt nice against his heated skin. "Get back here," he growled, and she shrieked with laughter. He waded back out a bit until he was up to his waist. She grinned at him when he hoisted her lightly, wrapping her legs around his middle.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, grinning.

"Get a room!" Embry's voice carried down from above, and Jacob scowled.

"I was going to see if you wanted to go for a swim with me," Jacob said, frowning, "but now he's ruined that."

"Actually," she said, letting her fingers toy with the hairs on his chest, "I was kind of hoping to go back to Quil and Embry's and take a shower." She smiled. "I smell like bonfire smoke, wine, and salt water. I kind of want to smell normal." In their intimate position, it was easy for her to lean forward and whisper in his ear, like he had to her earlier. "And you did promise to be inside me sometime today, after all. Plus, I have to be home in two hours."

Jacob glanced up, and seeing no one at the cliff's edge, he slid his finger under the bottom of her bikini. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and stared up at him, eyes wide, as he brushed his fingers against her. She was already aroused; it was easy to slide one finger into her. A soft sigh of pleasure fell from her lips and she turned her head to the side to press her lips against his temple.

"I meant to tell you," he said, grinning, as he curled the single finger inside her. "Your dad said you could stay out until midnight."

"Oh, good," she crooned in his ear. "More time for you to fulfill your promise."

He fulfilled his promise, alright.

Quil's house was only five minutes walk from the beach, and he carried her the whole way. There was no traffic and no one to see them when he unlocked the front door and carried her inside, his lips caressing the soft flesh of her neck. She was gasping and moaning as he flicked his tongue out from time to time to taste the flesh there.

"Oh, God," she moaned when he kicked the door to the bedroom open and tossed her on the bed, suckling on her neck. "Mmmm."

"Like that, baby?" he whispered.

She nodded, eyes fluttering closed when he moved his lips to the soft swell of her breast. He reached behind her to untie her bikini, and she giggled when he had to fumble with the top tie, which was hidden under her hair. He finally had her topless, and the bottoms soon followed. He'd only been wearing board shorts when she'd dragged him in, and he disposed of them quickly before kneeling on the bed.

There was a wide, relaxed smile as she lay on the bed, her legs spread wide, body on display like some delicious all-you-could-eat buffet of woman.

He happened to think that, last time he'd been in here, he'd left the window open because it was supposed to be nice. Anyone might be able to hear them, and his distractible mind wandered to this dilemma at once.

"I should close the window," he whispered, starting to shift.

"Leave it open," she blurted, and despite the exposed position of her body, this made her blush. The blush spread to the tips of her breasts, and he felt himself harden even more. She got to her knees so that they were more or less face to face. She trailed her fingers down his chest, licking her lips when her eyes fell on his erection. "Let them hear." She reached down boldy, taking him into her hand. His head fell forward and a long moan escaped his lips. When she looked up into his face again, his eyes had darkened considerably with lust, and he pressed his lips to hers, grinning when she squealed with shock as he tackled her backward onto the pillows. Her squeals turned to long moans when he thrust up into her with no warning, grunting at the sensation. He wasted no time in thrusting into her again and again, his ears filled with the sounds of her pleasure.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed when he reared up on his knees, pulling her up onto him again and again. "Yes! Oh, there… Please, there…" Her voice trailed off into a long moan of pleasure. He watched her mouth hanging open, basking in the obvious pleasure she took from his touch. He knew how to please his woman, knew what she needed at all times. Her head was thrown back against the pillows and her back was arched, thrusting her breasts in the air. And while that was sexy…

He pulled out, and she actually growled at him. He just chuckled and rolled her so she was on her front. Understanding, she got up on her hands and knees and grinned at him over her shoulder when he crawled up behind her, pushing her knees a big farther apart. Her eyes rolled back in her head when he reentered her, this time going a little deeper. He filled every crevice he could inside her, and it felt amazing. He was so deep now he could feel himself brush against her cervix.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned, the words low and throaty. "Ah." He pulled back and thrust slowly back into her. Her back arched and she pushed her butt back against him when he ran one of his hands down her spine. "Oh!" She looked over her shoulder at him again, and their eyes locked. Hers were almost hazy with pleasure, and he was sure his looked similar. With his eyes looking straight into hers, he swiveled his hips when he pushed back inside her again. She bit her lip, and he could see the effort it was taking for her to keep her eyes open. When he did it again, she caved, eyes closing and head falling back again. Again and again he went until her elbows gave out and her front half collapsed onto the bed. He held her hips up, keeping up his movements until she was screaming his name.

He still wasn't entirely used to the fact that she was his now, completely. She'd given herself to him, and he was the only one who would ever be able to take what she gave. And in the same way that she was his, she also owned him entirely.

The sex was pretty good, too. The unleashed virgin in him couldn't get enough. It would happily fuck her brains out from dawn to dawn, if it weren't for her parents, and their mutual need for sleep. Watching the movements of her body while he was inside her, giving her pleasure, and hearing her sounds were things he would never get enough of.

"Oh, God!" Her face was turned to the side now, and there was nothing to muffle her. "Fuck! Jacob!" She was so loud he was a little concerned the neighbors might call the cops. Whatever. Charlie knew better than to show up here. She could scream as loud as she wanted, loud enough for the whole town to hear, and he really wouldn't care. He was, after all, the one making her scream. She was coming again, and he strained again not to finish, but it was hard.

He swung one of her legs over her head, somehow managing to stay inside her as he flipped her onto her back again. In instant later, he was on his knees again, this time, with her straddling his lap. Her eyes were wide with the shock of the sudden change of positions, but she caught up with him instantly, working with his thrusts as she rode him. His arms were fully supporting her, and her hands moved, seemingly of their own accord, to toy with her own breasts. He watched her bringing herself pleasure, leaning back just enough to get a better look at her. Her whole body was flushed pink now, sweat beading on her brow. Her mouth hung open, releasing moans and groans of pleasure while her eyes were glued on the place where they were joined.

Every muscle in his body tensed. He was too close to stop himself, and he moved them again so that she was on her back, her knees spread wide while he hammered her. "Come on, baby," he growled. Holding onto her hip with one hand, he snaked the other under them to pinch her clit. "Come for me."

Her muscles, wet and tight, massaged him wildly when she released, and he came, buried deep inside her.

When he came to, he had somehow rolled them so he was lying behind her, still encased in her juicy warmth. He nuzzled her shoulder, humming when she nestled up a little closer to him.

"I like cliff diving," she said suddenly. "Let's do it again."

"Hell no." He reached forward to stroke the soft skin just below her breast. "You just about gave me a heart attack."

"Likewise," she said, rolling her eyes over her shoulder at him. "Now you know how I felt all day."

"I'm sorry." He kissed the outside of her ear, and she giggled, the sound vibrating up his body, still wrapped in hers. "Do you forgive me?"

"Yes." She smiled back at him. "Just don't make me watch it ever again. And I don't want to hear about it, either. It makes me feel uneasy."

"I don't know about you," he mumbled, pulling her a little closer and wiggling his hips against her butt, "but this feels pretty fucking great." The sound of her laughter made him feel warm all over, and he wanted her again, but now she really did need a shower. He pulled out of her, reluctantly. She suddenly turned bright red, and he frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I made a mess," she whispered, looking a little embarrassed. Jacob turned his eyes to the sheets. Sure enough, he could see the spot where their combined fluids had escaped, too much for her body to hold in. It looked like more than usual. He looked at it curiously. "I think I…" She trailed off, and then shrugged. "You know."

It was kind of like what would have happened if she'd covered her pussy in whipped cream. She shrieked with laughter when he dove between her legs to lick her clean, his tongue darting in and around to get every drop of sweetness. He would have just cleaned her up, but the moisture kept coming. Soon, she was whimpering and grabbing at his hair while his hands snuck up under her butt to grab the flesh there. When she came, she said his name again, but more tenderly this time. When she was done, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" she laughed, beating weakly against his back.

"You needed a shower," he said, turning on the tap. "I'm going to make that happen for you."

"Oh, how sweet," she said, grinning at him and rolling her eyes. "You sure it's not another excuse to see me naked?"

"Do I need an excuse to see you naked?" he asked honestly as he turned the water from the faucet to the shower. "Can't I just stare at your ass because I want to?"

A giggle escaped her lips, and he stepped into the large shower, setting her back on her feet under the spray. She didn't seem quite ready to let go of him just yet, however, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss him. "I guess so," she said, and then, to his shock, she turned around, bent slightly, and wiggled her butt at him. "Stare away, baby."

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Two weeks without sex made her insatiable, so she begged for his attention again in the shower, displaying her body to him. She gave him a show, bending over, using the wall for support while she spread her legs and showed him her bits.

He seemed to appreciate it, dragging his full lips up and down her overheated body, making her shake when he pulled a nipple between his lips and cry out when he bit down softly. He pinned her against the tile and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and thrusting up into her, grunting into her shoulder as she gasped. When he came, her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt his warmth flood her, and she released around him again.

They'd cleaned each other up, laughing, him catching her when she started to slip. He'd soaped her entire body, head to toe and all the crevices in between, before rinsing her off and setting her on the little bench. There, he'd knelt between her legs again, giving her one last release before licking her clean again. She blushed scarlet when, staring intensely into her eyes, he raised his fingers to his lips and licked them clean of her arousal. When he pressed his lips to hers, she could taste herself mixed with his musky, delicious flavor, and it was kind of sexy.

Having left her clothes at the top of the cliff, Renesmee stole Jacob's shorts and pulled them on, grinning.

"They're the only thing you have that's drawstring," she said, shrugging. There was no way he was getting them back. Or, she decided, the black t-shirt that she was pulling on over her head now. That would now be hers, too. Something to bury her face in when she was alone at night and her own fingers were her only company.

"I kind of hope your parents are gone when you get back," he said, rolling his eyes. "Your dad'll have a fit if he sees you in that."

"He can get over it." Renesmee waved a hand dismissively as she started to walk past him. "Walk me down?"

"Drive you home," he said, grinning as he took her keys from her hand. "You've had a few drinks."

"You just want an excuse to drive my mom's car."

"Guilty." He laughed, and dodged the swipe she took at him. In retaliation, she jumped on his back, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him.

"Come on, kid," he said, reaching back to pat her ass. "Let's get you home."

To her delight, her parents weren't home when they pulled up. Pulling out her phone, Renesmee touched the screen to bring it to life for the first time all night. There was a text from her mother, saying they'd be back around one.

"Come inside." She leaned against his side. "They're not going to be home for a while."

"What time is it now?"

"Eleven thirty." She rolled her eyes. "Lovely. Even made it back for my dad's curfew."

Jacob laughed, and she smiled, pleased. His moods were so low lately, it was nice to see him smiling. "That means I have an extra thirty minutes with you," he said, grinning.

"Come on," she laughed, and she climbed out of the little car and darted inside. He was right behind her, following her back to her bedroom.

Right now, more than anything, she just wanted to be close to him. He lay next to her, arm wrapped around her body, holding her to his chest. She rested her cheek in the nook of his arm, burrowing into his side as much as she could. She understood now why he freaked out when she did anything that could be considered dangerous to a human. Because as strong and powerful as they both were, they were still part human. What if that part somehow won out? What would she do without him?

They lay there for a long time, talking about the events of the past few days. They'd both been bored and miserable, it turned out, going about their usual activities in a funk.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Working." She felt him shrug a little. "The usual. You have class?"

"Yep." She grinned. "I can't wait until I'm done and I can start working."

"How long do you think it'll take?"

Despite herself, Renesmee could not stop the smile from widening. "Apparently, I'm going at an accelerated rate, so I don't know, but not long."

"Cool." Jacob closed his eyes, and she sighed softly. There would be no more love making tonight, she concluded, as his breathing became heavy and he started snoring. She blinked, realizing he'd fallen asleep in under thirty seconds.

Then she recalled his conversation with her father this morning.

Halfway through breakfast, Renesmee was about to call foul on her parents. Her mother was cleaning up from breakfast, and her father was darting around after her, whispering things Renesmee thankfully couldn't hear to Bella. She rolled her eyes. The rest of the family may give them shit for being too tame or too quiet, but Renesmee knew better. None of them had ever had to live with this pair, she thought, rolling her eyes and taking another bite of her omelet.

Her father's phone rang suddenly, and he finally took his hands off of his wife's hips to answer it. He frowned at the screen, and his expression made his mother frown, as well. This, she decided, was kind of cute. When one smiled, the other one did. And when one of them was frowning, the other usually was, as well.

"Hello, Jacob," he said, leaning back against the counter and glancing across to the counter, where Renesmee stared at him in confusion. Why was Jacob calling her father?

She could hear his voice clear as day from across the room. It was desperate, pleading. "I'm losing my mind." She could almost see him with his shaggy head hanging down. "Please, let her come out today? The guys are all going cliff diving and we're going to eat afterward." It was all rushed. "Please, just for a couple of hours? I promise I'll have her home by ten."

Abandon omelet. Jacob was much more important than food. He sounded upset. She darted to stand in front of her father, making her doe eyes big and sad. "Please, daddy?" She let her lower lip jut out, just a bit, mimicking the little pout he sometimes made at his wife. "I promise I'll be back on time, I swear." Like she'd make that stupid mistake again. "I can't stand being in this house for another minute! I'm getting cabin fever!" And, she thought, I'm getting really tired of watching you and mom act like I can't see you. Seriously. Take the alone time.

Jacob's voice, the most central sound in her world, interrupted her thoughts. He actually laughed, a truly rare sound these days. Her father frowned at this thought. "Can you honestly," Jacob chuckled, "say no to the face she's making right now?"

Renesmee rolled her eyes when Edward reached around his wife to open the curtains a little and peer out into the woods behind their little house. "How do you know she's making a face?"

"Because I know the tone of voice," he laughed, "and it always comes with the same face."

Quil's voice was clear, like it always was, when it cut in suddenly, even though it sounded like he was a few feet from Jacob. "You know there's a perfectly good bed upstairs, right?"

"I know." Jacob's voice was suddenly devoid of laughter.

Her father frowned. "Are you sleeping on the couch?"

Jacob sighed, and the sound made her heart ache. "I'm not sleeping much, period. That's the problem."

"Ah." A frown crossed Renesmee's face, and her father smiled, reaching out to try to tug the corners of her mouth up in a smile. She rolled her eyes, but gave him a little smile all the same. He just had to let her go. Jacob was depressed. "Well," he continued, sounding, for a change, like he was actually concerned, "that's understandable. You know Esme would love it if you'd let her renovate over there. Maybe..." His voice trailed off, and he sighed softly, reaching out to wrap an arm around his only daughter's waist and patting her back. She knew they would never admit it out loud, at least not in the near future, but her father and boyfriend really did respect each other, and as intertwined as their lives were, it was hard not to be concerned about Jake's current situation. Jacob's upset made her upset, and that clearly upset Edward.

Because for all his faults, he really did care.

"Yeah, maybe." Jacob's voice was heavy. "I'll probably talk to her."

Her brain was telling her to go, and she realized her father had never actually answered to Jacob's request. "Daddy!" She stomped her foot to get his attention, and he raised an eyebrow at her. "Can I go or not?"

He shook his head and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. "Fine, but you can't— "

"Oh, come on!" I need to get there fast, she begged. "You never let me take the good cars. It won't look weird if I show up with mom's car when I'm hanging out with three mechanics." She propped her chin on his chest, staring up at him with her best baby girl pout.

"Fine."

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and darted out the door, snatching her mother's keys and landing in the driver's seat of her car in under ten seconds. She had to go...

Go, go, go.

She needed him.

Sighing softly, Renesmee climbed out of Jacob's arms and covered him up with a blanket. He snorted in his sleep a little, but stayed asleep. Carefully, she crept from the room, easing the door shut. She turned quickly and nearly jumped when she found herself face to face with her father, who was wearing a slightly exasperated expression.

Well, exasperated was better than angry. She could work with exasperated.

"Just please, let him sleep?" she begged. "He just fell asleep, and I want him to get some rest. He's so tired, daddy."

Edward sighed heavily and threw his hands up over his head, continuing down the hall to his room. He said nothing as he made his way inside. A second later, her mother darted down the hall, pausing at the door to give Renesmee a little smile.

"Just sleep on the couch, honey," she requested. "No reason to push your dad over the edge, right?"

Renesmee just rolled her eyes and made her way to the living room.

a/n The only reason "Firsts" has been able to keep going is due to requests from readers like you. So suggest one. I have some, but you guys often manage to pull something out of the air I haven't thought of yet. Great minds, baby. Leave me some love!