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MWAAHHHAAAHAH! :D So. Everyone kept telling me to do this, so I did. :D I hope you like it.
And don't kill me for the lack of detail in the certain...parts. I just think its a little too personal
to write about. For this time, anyway. ;) ahaha. read it, review it. I'm working on the next one now.
oh. and as for me saying there would be more drama in this chapter...i guess i unintentionally lied.
hopefully there will be more...well, I was going to say action, but .. ahah. I don't think I should.
There will be more drama in the next one. now read!

Old Ladies and Hotel Rooms

I couldn't stand Leah and Embry anymore. I knew that Embry hadn't wanted to interrupt us, but Leah surely had. For someone who was always telling me to look out for my own happiness, she sure didn't help much. I sighed, trying to focus more on the wind that was hitting me hard in the face. I'd ridden the bike many times while Bella was…gone, but nothing compared to when she was here. She made every little thing seem ten thousand times better than it would have been.

As I was thinking this, I turned back to see that she'd pulled over to the side of the road, pulling her helmet off and shaking her hair out. I raised an eyebrow. Holy crap, she looked hot when she did that. I stared at her, unable to look away.

And I drove off the road into a ditch.

"Jacob!" She cried, running over to me as I pushed the bike off of my torso. She tripped over a branch on her way, tumbling the rest of the way to my side. "Jacob, are you alright?"

I snickered at the both of us. "I'm fine. Werewolf, remember?" I brushed the dirt off of my pants and then her back before turning the bike off so that she could hear me better. She smiled hesitantly, still worried. She really needed to stop worrying so much. She was going to wind up giving herself an ulcer. "So, uh…why did you stop?"

She bit her lip, her face apologetic. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to distract you." I chuckled to myself, smirking. Her pulling over didn't really have much to do with the distraction. Her existence in general did, but I didn't tell her that.

"It's fine. Why did you stop?" I repeated, searching her face. She blushed, seeming to be a little embarrassed. This made me only that much more curious. I cocked my head to the side, gently coaxing her chin up with my right hand so I could see her better. She was looking at the ground, her cheeks a bright shade of pink.

"Did you… happen to mention something about a hotel room?" She murmured quietly, shyly. I froze. After what seemed like forever, she finally allowed her eyes to meet my gaze, and when they did, a smile broke on her face. I grinned back.

"That I did."

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The man at the counter eyed us suspiciously as we tried to get him to give us the key to the room. He was obviously aware of the fact that we had no luggage. It wasn't hard to guess what the actual reason was for us being there if we weren't in need of a place to stay while we were out of town. I couldn't help but smirk when I saw that Bella was blushing like a tomato.

"I've given you the money. I think the key comes next, don't you?" The smirk enlarged. I couldn't control it. This was all very amusing. Bella blushed deeper at my impatience and the man behind the desk became even more apprehensive. His name tag said 'Albert.'

"How old are you?" Albert asked her. It wasn't a stupid thing to ask. I probably looked somewhere around twenty-five. She looked about sixteen with her slight frame and blushing face. Her eyes widened, her face completely youthful and innocent. I pursed my lips. Convincing him wouldn't be easy. I hoped she didn't screw this up.

"Ei-eighteen…" She stuttered, glancing at my face. I groaned inwardly. She wasn't convincing at all. I tapped my fingers on the countertop in annoyance, looking back at the line forming behind us.

"Look, Al, we'll send you her birth certificate later. Just give me the key before I complain to your manager about you harassing my girlfriend, alright?" Bella flashed me a disapproving glare. I pressed my lips together to hide my smile, but it didn't work well, and she looked away, a smile of her own coming into play. I snickered as he handed me the key, looking unsure. Then I grabbed her hand, bolting for the elevator.

I'd had it in my mind to attack her as soon as the doors closed, but my plan was hindered. A little old lady stood in the corner of the little box, smiling at us like old ladies do. She seemed nice enough. She had white hair that lay short and choppy around her sagging face, a cane in her right hand. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to smile back, but I don't think it was enough to work the irritation off of my face. Instead the grin probably looked more along the lines of sinister.

Her smile faltered and she looked at Bella worriedly, probably thinking that I was some kind of bad guy from a movie who'd stolen an innocent girl and threatened her so she wouldn't tell anyone. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, my foot tapping on the floor intolerantly.

Mostly just to shove it in the old lady's troubled face, I kissed her- not the old lady, but Bella. It was probably a little more passionate than it should have been with our company, and Bella pushed my face back with her hands, her eyes going wide. "What are you doing?" She hissed, glancing frantically at the old woman.

The old woman gasped, her eyes matching Bella's in width, and she pressed the button on the keypad beside her, shaking her head at my unruly behavior. Again, I smirked as I watched her exit onto the floor that probably wasn't even hers. I guess she'd just have to take the stairs.

I chuckled impishly, taking Bella up in my arms, hugging her to me. "Finally," I muttered, my mouth finding hers. I could feel her smile underneath my mouth as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I had one arm wrapped around her back, holding her to me as she clung to my chest, wrapping both her arms and legs around me. My other hand was blindly searching the wall behind her, frantic for the panic button, trying to stop the elevator mid-ride. I didn't find it in time, and the doors slid open with a 'ding'. I heard a gasp from behind me as Bella squirmed to get back to the ground.

I loosened my grip, letting her hop to the floor and we spun around to see the same old lady staring at us angrily. She huffed, doing an about-face, and stomped to the stairs again. I could feel my eyebrows rising as I looked at Bella, an amused expression on my face. She burst out laughing before grabbing my hand and leading me out of the elevator. I smiled, allowing her to pull me through the door.

"Oh wait! My bracelet!" She pointed back into the elevator, a horrified expression on her face. Her wrist was bare. Dammit. I flew into the elevator, the doors closing slowly behind me, snagging her bracelet.

The doors were closed already by the time I'd turned around.

I leaned back against the wall, groaning loudly, smacking my fist into the wall beside me. The man who'd gotten into the elevator had pressed the 'down' button and was now staring at me with wide, alarmed eyes. Why did there have to be so many interruptions?

The second the doors opened I scrambled for the stairs, leaving the man shocked and confused, dashing up the steps as quickly as possible. I stopped half-way, my eyes locking on Bella who was standing at the top of the staircase smiling at me. Her eyes were full of humor. I chuckled as I hopped the rest of the stairs, scooping her up into my arms and spinning around.

"Where's our room?" I breathed, slipping the bracelet back on her wrist. She giggled, pointing down the hallway. I grinned.

I opened the door, throwing her down on the bed and kicking the door shut in one swift movement. She beamed at me as I approached her, slowly. I was too anxious. I needed to slow myself down. I breathed deeply through my nose as I watched her watch me. Then I attacked.

I hopped onto her gently, my hands already working to get her shirt over her head. She snickered, but I didn't mind. I would have been snickering, too, if I hadn't been so focused. Everything about today had been severely amusing. I threw the shirt to the floor, pressing my lips against her collar bone as her fingers undid the button on my jeans. Her breathing was erratic.

I attempted to kick my pants to the floor, but I was struggling with the left leg. After a moment of shaking my leg like an idiot, I pulled the pant leg off angrily, letting them slip to the floor next to her shirt. Then, as I looked at her face, I smiled. She was so beautiful. I couldn't get enough of her. She grinned at me, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me close, our breathing irregular and crazy.

Then, suddenly, as though someone had changed the channel on our emotions, the smiles left both of our faces, no longer as playful as before. I was so in love with her. I stopped breathing completely, no longer able to take a breath. She looked at me with so much adoration in her eyes that my heart nearly exploded at the sight of them. I bent my head to hers, slowly, pressing my lips against hers. One thought crossed my mind. Finally.

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I opened the door to the red house that I'd been living in for the past one hundred and seven years. For more than half of those years, there had been one thing that I'd wanted. Only one thing. And now I had her. She was mine. Completely.

Embry was lying on the couch, his eyes on the television. When I stepped inside, his eyes flickered to my face, a smile spreading. There was no doubt in my mind that he knew what had happened. I sucked in a deep breath, beginning to worry. There was no way I'd be able to go out with them tonight…or any other night…protecting the Quileute land. This wasn't exactly something that I could just push from my mind, and I didn't need anyone hearing about it. I clenched my jaw, continuing on to my bedroom, Bella in my arms. She'd fallen asleep in the car.

As I quietly closed the door, stealing one last glance at her beautiful sleeping form, I backed out into the hallway - and right into Embry. He put a hand on my shoulder, raising his eyebrows at me. I glared at him halfheartedly, too tired to give him the full force of my warning. He smirked.

"So," He whispered once we were in the living room. "You've been gone for two days, you know." The smirk grew more pronounced as his tone changed suggestively. My teeth clicked together and I sighed, greatly annoyed with his pestering. My eyes slid closed as I fell to the couch, exhausted. I rubbed my temples with the tips of my fingers, hoping that I could rid of the migraine Embry was causing by doing so. He chuckled. "Leah isn't here. She went to Jen's. You can talk to me."

"I don't want to talk to you." I muttered harshly, plopping to the side so that my face was resting against the seat cushion. I could almost hear him raising his eyebrows at my tone.

"Did something go wrong?" His voice was confused. If my eyes hadn't been closed, I would have rolled them. I was too tired, though. I snorted at my idiotic friend instead.

In reality, they were the best two days of my entire life. I could imagine nothing better than having Bella lying in my arms, completely mine, wanting me like I was wanting her. The way that she'd kissed me...there was no hesitation, no sign of any other place she'd rather be. She wanted nothing other than to be right where she was, with me. It was an exceptional feeling. But Embry didn't need to know that.

"No. Nothing went wrong. Until you started annoying me, anyway." I sounded bored; I was already falling asleep mid-conversation.

"Oh, come on, Jake. You can't just leave me hanging like this. At least tell me a little of what happened. I'm not asking for details, just…come on! Don't make me have to guess." He was whiney. I think he'd been spending too much time with Leah. She was starting to rub off on him. I groaned in annoyance.

"Shut up Embry. Get your own life." My eyes flickered open just long enough to see his sour expression. Then I lost consciousness.