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OH MY GOD I MISSED YOU GUYS! Did you miss Schnarf, too? I got my own laptop now, so there should be no more problems with losing files and whatnot. Yay, right?

So this is my first real attempt at publishing any smut-filled content. You have no idea how many lemons I had to read. I freaking studied for this, you guys. I even read… -gulp- some Jacob/Bella lemons. –tries not to throw up- So I hope you guys enjoy this, cuz I had to make some mad sacrifices to try and get this right. Chapter 22, coming soon.

21. (Blood) Lust

Renesmee's POV

Sam and I had been together for almost two months now. We'd gone out together almost every night since the cave. Our relationship was the gossip of choice, between my family and their vampire friends ("Renesmee is seeing a shape shifter? And her parents are letting her?"); within the pack ("I thought Sam hated vampires… now he's dating one?"); and with everyone else on the reservation ("Did you hear? Sam Uley's almost thirty and he's dating this cute little eighteen-year-old paleface girl. She's still in high school!"). Ha! If only they knew I was actually not even seven yet.

But we really didn't care. We shut out the unnecessary gossip.

Most people who knew about us were okay with it. The pack was shocked at first, but Jared told me once that they'd all gotten together just to talk about Sam and me and decided that they liked me way more than Emily.

My father approved of us. It took a couple weeks, but eventually he approved. He just didn't like us being alone together. But that's a dad thing I suppose. And I could totally understand why. When Sam and I were together, there was so much chemistry and intensity. If we were alone together for too long, we usually ended up making out, half-naked on someone's couch. Or floor. Or bed. Or wherever we happened to be at the moment. We really didn't care. But nevertheless, my father trusted him.

My mother was a completely different story. She hated the entire concept of Sam and I being together. Most of the time, she was totally normal. When he came around, she would shun him completely; totally pretending he wasn't even there. If the conversation ever turned to our relationship, she became quiet and withdrawn; almost bitter. When she did join the conversation, it was usually to give her input on how he wasn't good for me and how he would just leave me, the same way he left Emily. All she did was trash him, and I was so tired of it.

"Shut UP, Mother!" I cried one night when she'd taken it too far. "Just shut up! He's your friend, for Christ's sake! What happened to that?"

"Oh, please," she sneered. "That friendship went out the window when he started dating my daughter; someone else's imprint."

I sighed deeply. "Give it a rest, mom. It's never gonna happen. Jake's married now. And we're both happy. So leave it."

"I won't. Don't you see, Nessie? This isn't right. You and Jacob are meant to be together. That's how it's supposed to be. That's why he imprinted on you when you were a baby."

"And there lies the point Jake and I have been trying to make. I was a baby. That's not fair. I had no choice! This fate and imprinting thing is ridiculous. It's just wrong! Don't you think that everyone should have a choice in who they love for the rest of their lives? You and dad did."

"It's not the same. They are shapeshifters. It's part of their history. Imprinting is in their nature. And that's why Jake and Leah shouldn't be together; why you can't be with Sam. No matter how much you love him, no matter how much you think he loves you; Emily is his imprint. He'll always love her, and in the end, he'll always choose her over you."

By now, I was seething. I didn't understand how she could say those things right to my face. Did she not know what kind of person Emily was? And why was my dad just sitting there saying nothing?

"This isn't my battle to fight, Sweetness," he answered my thought.

Seriously? I shook it off and glared at my mother.

"Mother, she kicked him out of his own house when he broke up with her."

"It was a silly lover's quarrel," Mom scoffed. "They'll be over it soon and he'll be dumping you and moving back home."

"It's been three months since they broke up!"

"Oh, lovely. It shouldn't be too much longer then…"

"That's a lie!" I shouted. "Sam and I are happy together. He'd never leave me. He doesn't want to; he told me so himself."

My mother shook her head. "My poor daughter. Simple minded and stupid. I raised you to be smart and think with your head."

"Well I taught myself to think with my heart," I spat back. I turned on my heel and stomped toward the door that led to the garage.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mom questioned. "It's ten o clock at night. You've got school tomorrow."

"I'll go from Sam's and Seth's place."

"Nessie, if you think you can just walk out and go run to him—"

"I can and I will!"

"You can't just run away from this, Nessie! Being with him, denying what you are. You're not a human, Ness. Don't try so hard to be one for him."

"I'm not."

"Keep telling yourself that. You have to hunt sometime."

"Goodbye, mother." I stopped just as I reached the door and turned back to her. "And if you don't stop calling me that stupid nickname, so help me God, I will tell Jake and everyone about the 'accident' with the three hikers that Dad and I helped you clean up last month."

Her eyes widened and she closed her mouth. I took the opportunity and left.

As I climbed into my car and got on the road, I thought about what she'd said. I knew she was right. Since Sam and I had started getting more and more serious, I had been trying to be more… human. Hunting less, eating more normal foods, more than my parents had been trying to get me to eat. My family had invited me many times to hunt with them. I declined all but twice. I'd eaten only human food for almost three weeks now. And I hated to admit it, but…

I was thirsty.

But I could handle it… right?

"Renesmee…?" Seth answered the door in just his boxers, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, Seth. I was wondering if I could crash here. I'd sleep at home, but my mom's a total bitch."

"Uh… yeah," he said, sleepily. "Sam's in my old room, if you wanna sleep up there."

He stepped aside to let me in. "What's up with Bella? Still not happy about you and Sam?" he asked as he led me upstairs.

"Of course. She's such a killjoy. I can't stand it."

"Don't worry, Renesmee," he said, stifling a yawn. "She'll come around. Once she realizes that you've made your choice, she'll have no choice but to accept it."

"Yeah, I suppose." Seth hugged me and said goodnight, leaving me in front of Sam's door. I knocked softly, but got no answer, so I slowly opened the door.

Sam was on his back, spread-eagled on the queen-sized bed, snoring lightly. I couldn't help but smile; he looked so cute. I crept in and closed the door. I stripped off my clothes as I made my way to him, leaving on just my tank top and panties. Sam took up the entire bed, so I had to move him over so I could lay down and cuddle up to him. He stirred a bit, seeming to notice that someone was next to him. He turned on his side, facing me, and subconsciously wrapped me up tightly in his arms, nuzzling my face, cutely. He mumbled in his sleep, only one coherent word.

"… 'Nesmee…"

Aww! He's dreaming about me!

I placed my hand on his chest.

I'm here, I told him, sending my thoughts into his dreams.

"Hmm… Love… you…"

I froze. Did he really just say that?

You… love me?

"Mmhmm…"

Although Sam and I had been together for a while now, neither of us had worked up the courage to say the "L" word yet. I'd wanted to on so many occasions, but felt self-conscious. Now I knew he felt the same way.

I… love you too, Sam.

I smiled to myself, feeling totally elated that he loved me, and eventually, fell asleep in his arms.

Sam's POV

It was the best dream I'd ever had. Renesmee and I had been in the middle of some intense love making, and I finally told her how I really felt.

I told her I loved her, and then she said it back.

I stretched awake and rolled out of bed. I spotted a sweatshirt that I immediately recognized as Renesmee's.

What's that doing here? I wondered. I shrugged and threw on some pants and headed downstairs. I was greeted with the wonderful smell of waffles and bacon. Did Seth stay home today?

"That smells great, Seth. Since when can you coo—"

As I entered the kitchen, I saw that it wasn't Seth. Renesmee ran to me, jumping into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist.

"Good morning," she chirped, kissing me quickly. "I thought you were gonna sleep forever. I would have to throw away all this yummy food I made."

I laughed, sitting her on the kitchen counter and kissing her. My girl was here. What a great way to wake up. And she was so chipper. More chipper than usual. She was all giggly and whatnot…

"What are you doing here?" I asked as she hopped off the counter and returned to the bacon she was frying.

She turned to me, looking confused. "Oh… should I go?"

"No! No, no, I don't want you to go. I was just wondering… shouldn't you be at school? Or work, or somewhere?"

"Yeah. Called in sick. No big."

"When did you get here?"

"Last night," she answered simply. "My mom was being stupid, so I left. I thought my presence here might be more appreciated than it is at home right now." She smiled and I smiled back.

"So you were in my bed last night?" I approached her and hugged her from behind.

"Mm-hm."

"Huh… I finally had the perfect chance to completely ravage you, and there I was, sleeping. Shame."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll have other opportunities." She finished the bacon and turned to look up at me. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

I froze. What? Did I…?

"I-I do?"

"Yup." She ran her hands up my chest. "Do you remember what you said last night? In your dream, maybe?"

"Uh… well… maybe you could… refresh my memory?"

"You, uh… you told me you love me."

"Oh," So I had said it out loud. "Did I?" Renesmee nodded and bit her lip cutely.

"Were you for real?" she asked. "Is that really how you feel about me?"

"Well, I… uh…" I looked her in the eyes. "Yeah."

"Then… will you say it for me?"

I led her to the table and sat down, pulling her onto my lap. I took her face in my hands and brought it closer to mine. I could feel her lips just a whisper away from mine.

"I… love you, Renesmee." I kissed her briefly.

She smiled hugely, her eyes bright. She kissed me again, more boldly. "I love you too, Sammy."

"Aww," I said, all mushy-like. "I love it when you call me Sammy."

"I love it when you love it when I call you Sammy," she giggled.

"We are so disgusting," I told her, laughing.

"I know. It's kinda hot." She straddled my waist and nibbled on my bottom lip, running her hand along the waistband of my pants. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues collided.

"Sam," she moaned. "Let's go upstairs…"

"But… the food—"

"Sam…"

"We can eat later."

We stumbled back into the bedroom, hands all over each other, grabbing, caressing, squeezing, both of us repeating, "I love you, I love you," over and over. Toppling onto the bed, I ripped off her top and jean shorts, leaving her in her bra and panties, and latched onto her breast, nibbling lightly on her nipple through the fabric. She sighed and grasped my hair in her fingers. I lowered a hand to tease her through her panties and felt her, soaking wet.

I wondered how far we'd get this time before one of us decided to stop.

Renesmee kissed me just behind my ear while one hand gingerly crept into my sweats, gently squeezing my hard on. I trailed kisses up her neck, finally reaching her lips, and crushed my lips to hers. She moaned and began to slowly, teasingly, stroke my shaft. I retaliated, pulling her panties to the side and tickling her swollen nub. I slid one finger, then another into her, moving slowly, and she nibbled on a spot on my neck.

Both of us were breathing heavily as we sped up our ministrations. We hadn't gotten that far yet, and were both in the highest form of ecstasy. Renesmee was tightening around my fingers and I was so close—

"Aahhh!"

There was a sharp pain at my neck, and Renesmee moaned loudly. I pulled her away.

Her eyes were dark, almost black. Had they been like that this morning? Blood—my blood—was smeared on her mouth, and she looked at me with the most malicious smile.

"You taste… so good…"

My eyes widened in horror as she lunged at me again.

I bet you all thought he screamed for a totally different reason. Naughty little monkeys. (tee hee!) Stay tuned to see what happens neeeeeexxttt…

Also: So pretty much no one has voted on a new title except, like, four people. So I'm probly gonna close the poll tomorrow. Which means that in a couple days, this fic will have a new name. I don't know how that works for the people who follow the fic. Idk if you have to find it and re-follow it, or what. So maybe once I let you know what the new title is, i dunno, write it down or whatever. Yeah.

For those of you also following Diary of Jane, expect Chapter Three up anywhere from later tonight to tomorrow evening. Much love!

~Schnarf~