I didn't forget about you, Lovelies. : ) I was having more computer issues. Henry (my laptop; yes, it has a name. I tend to affectionately name my special objects) had viruses. : ( ( ( But he's okay now.

Today's chapter is particularly long, I think. Or it seems that way to me. There's a lot going on. So, enjoy!

Chapter 25. First Time and Ultimatums

Sam's POV

It was the best day ever, for a number of reasons.

Reason the first: I had found an apartment a few weeks ago. It was just outside the reservation; a decent drive back and forth to work. It was a pretty good size; two bedrooms, a nice bathroom and kitchen, big living room. It was perfect. I'd just talked to the landlord that morning and we agreed that I could move in later that week.

Reason number two: Today was Ren's graduation. She would finally be finished with school. The only thing keeping us apart now was work. And I could live with that.

Reason three: There was a 98% chance that I was going to ask Renesmee to move in with me.

It had been a month since she made the comment about the wedding and kids, and ever since then, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I realized that I really did want to be with her… always. I hadn't been that happy in a long time, and I knew it was all because of her. And you're stupid if you even consider letting something like that go.

She was so cute, skipping around with Daniela outside the school before the ceremony. Neither of them was wearing anything special, since it would just be covered in robes. They had no problem jumping and running around crazily in their tank tops (t-shirts, in Daniela's case) and shorts.

"No more school!" they were chanting, like children. "No more school! No more school! No more school!"

Seth chuckled beside me. "Y'know, if I didn't know them personally, I would think they were seventh graders, rather than graduating seniors."

"I know," I replied. "I've never seen them so… crazy. Ohp, yes I have. I recall Halloween last year, when I was still with Emily and Renesmee got Jake to take her trick-or-treating; I was there for that."

"Oh yeah, when she kept emptying her bag and going back out. She filled up Leah's guitar case with candy and ate half of it all at once…" he cringed. "Those were dark times…"

"Sam!"Renesmee caught me off guard, flinging herself into my arms. She giggled adorably and nuzzled my neck. "I'm graduating!" she squealed. "Can you believe it? I never have to go to school again!"

"Except college," Seth interjected. "You have to do at least two years of generals. Then you're in for several years of studying, depending on your major." I saw Ren's eyes widen at the thought of more school. She looked terrified. "You wanted to do music, right? That'll probably take a few years. I mean, look at how long it took your boyfriend to finally work his way to being a CSI. That was no easy task, I'm sure. How long did Forensic Science and Criminology study take, Sam? Four extra years? Five? Maybe s— OUCH!"

I stomped on his foot. "Quiet, you. If Ren says no more school, then, dammit, no more school!"

"Yay!"Renesmee chirped. She kissed me briefly and jumped down, only to climb onto my back. "Now, take me to the school! It's time to get ready for the ceremony!"

I smiled and started toward the school, Seth and Daniela, not far behind.

The ceremony was short (thank God). After Daniela's Valedictorian speech, things just seemed to flow. I couldn't take my eyes off Renesmee. She sat so proudly with all the other Cs, and when they called her name and handed her the diploma, I almost stood up to leave, forgetting there were other people after her. I just wanted to go back to the mansion and celebrate right then, and then take off with her and get home before Seth, and hopefully… well, y'know.

She shied away from the cap throwing, edging away from the group as they tossed their graduation caps in the air ("I was afraid of losing my pretty tassel," she told me later.). After being congratulated over and over, and congratulating her friends over and over, we finally dragged Renesmee away with promises of chocolate mousse and cheesecake at home.

Alice had insisted on playing "Graduation," by Vitamin C as we walked into the mansion. She and Emmett sang the words, loudly, from the top of the stairs.

"As we go on, we remember all the times we had together…"

"I love this song!" Renesmee yelled, joining them. "As our lives change from whatever, we will still be friends forever!"

Most of the pack showed up later that night to celebrate and party, hearing that Esme had made amazing food for them, including Paul and Rachel, Embry, Jake and Leah, Quil, and Brady. Unbeknownst to the vampires (most of which had left, leaving only Alice, Emmett and Jasper), Paul had spiked the mixed punch Esme had made, pouring a whole bottle of straight Vodka into it while no one was paying attention. Rachel and I were standing right next to him.

"Paul!" Rachel hissed, hitting him.

"What? I'm just trying to make things more interesting."

And interesting it was. Before I even knew about it, Renesmee had consumed quite a bit of punch. Turns out she's a total lightweight. The vamps that were still there didn't seem to mind that the punch had been spiked. Actually, I think they were giggling about it to themselves.

Quil and Embry were pretty buzzed, lounging on the couch, having one of their weird conversations, slurring their words.

"'kay…'kay…" Quil slurred. "Who'dju rather do: Kesha, err a tranny rolled in glitter, missionary, an' ya hafta look 'im in the eye?"

Embry hesitated. "Wait… if you roll'd the tranny in glitter, wouldn' they jus' be th' same thing?" (Schnarf: Ooooooh, snap! Kesha just got pwnd! Did you guys know her name means "horny" in Papiamento? It explains a lot...)

"Huh… yeah, I guess yer right."

"All th' same, I'd take the tranny."

I chuckled and felt arms around my waist.

"I wanna go…" I heard Ren's voice behind me and turned to face her. Her eyes were glassy and she was definitely tipsy. "Can we go?"

"Yeah, where do you wanna go?"

She smiled devilishly. "Let's go back to Seth's house. Can we?"

"Yeah, we can," I said smiling back. I took her hand and we headed out the door, interrupting Seth and Daniela's making out to tell them we were leaving.

The entire ride home, Renesmee was practically on my lap, teasing my hair, kissing my neck, and doing other torturous things that almost made me stop the car and take her right in the backseat. As soon as we got to the house, she dragged me out of the car. No sooner had we walked in the door, she was pulling her tank top over her head and throwing it on the floor. Her shorts came off soon after.

Her pale skin and freshly dyed black hair contrasted beautifully with the ruby red lingerie she wore. She tossed her hair and looked back at me, then gave me a sexy look and proceeded up the stairs to my room. My jeans were suddenly becoming increasingly tighter as I followed her. She stumbled a couple times, but just giggled and kept going.

I kinda felt bad, because I knew where this was going, but did I really want this… while she was drunk?

My mind's tellin' me no… but my body… my body's tellin' me yes…

What an appropriate time for that song to come into my head. I debated as we went to my room, hesitating greatly.

But when she crawled onto my bed, giving me a great view of her ass, then laid back on my pillows and bit her lip as she looked up at me through hooded eyes, all doubts went out the window. She hooked her fingers in my belt loops and pulled me down with her.

"C'mere, baby," she slurred sexily. "I'm feelin' so DTS right now…" I nestled myself between her legs and gently bit the top of her breast.

"You've been watching Jersey Shore again, haven't you?"

"Maaaaaaybee…"

"Babe, what'd I tell you about that show? It rots your brain."

"Hey… hey, Sam, know what time it is?"

I sighed, knowing she was about to bring back her favorite saying nowadays. "Renesmee," I muttered. "If you tell me it's T-shirt Time, I swear to God—"

"IT'S T-SHIRT TIIIIIIIIMMME!" she yelled. I snickered at how tipsy she actually was. "IT'S TEEEEEEE-SHIIIIIRRRRT TIIIIIIIIIMMME! GET GTL TO STAY FTD SO YOU CAN BE DTF AT THE CLUUUUUUB! WWWHHOOOOOOOOO!"

Ugh, I think my IQ just dropped a couple grade levels.

She laughed as I tried to shush her. "Babe, we've got neighbors, here," I said, trying not to laugh.

"FUCK THE NEIGHBORS; I'M DRUNK!" she continued to yell. "I DUNNO HOW I GOT DRUNK, BUT IT APPEARS THAT I AM INDEED, DRUNK… A SURPRISINGLY ARTICULATE DRUNK, IS WHAT I AM! WHHOOOOOO—!"

I cut her off with a kiss. She moaned and giggled as she nibbled on my bottom lip.

"Mmm… not DTS," she said as she began to slowly stroke me through my jeans. "DTF. Definitely feelin' DTF."

"I have no idea what that means, but I want you so bad right now."

By this time, we'd tried to make love so many times, constantly being interrupting by one event or another. We were so over extended foreplay. Our clothes were off in a flurry. We did take some time to explore each other a bit more, since we'd never really seen each other.

I couldn't help but laugh, because for a while, she just stared at it. She reached out to wrap a small hand around me, and I almost lost it right there.

"Wow," I heard her say. "Leah was right… it's huge…" She stroked me a few times, until I pulled her hand away.

"I don't wanna come in your hand our first time, Ren, slow down."

She blushed. "Sorry…"

I laid her down, beneath me and kissed her neck as I positioned myself to enter her. Her hands were gripping my hair as I slipped into her a little. I stopped after getting completely in, letting her adjust to me. She wiggled her hips, telling me to keep going, and together, we moved perfectly. She lifted her hips, meeting each thrust, whispering to me to move faster.

Her soft mews of pleasure drove me crazy. I bit down on her shoulder, breaking skin and drawing just a few drops of blood, marking her as mine. I claimed her, and I wanted her to remember that every time she looked in the mirror.

My thrusts became harder and faster as we got closer and closer to ecstasy. I moved a hand between us and roughly fingered her nub. I felt her walls clench around me, and we came together, Renesmee calling out my name and pulling my hair. I thrust a couple more times before pulling out and lying down next to her. We got under the covers and she buried herself in my arms.

"I love you," she whispered as I stroked her hair. "I love you so much, Sam."

I smiled. "I love you too, sweetie. So much."

She hummed a song by Paramore for a while, but eventually, her humming weakened and she fell asleep. I held her tighter, feeling more content than I ever have in my life, and soon followed her into slumber.

Renesmee's POV

I woke up next to my Sam, who was still sleeping. He looked so sweet, like an angel; his full lips in a pout, his shaggy hair in his eyes, eyebrows slightly furrowed. I stretched up to softly kiss his lips before I wiggled myself out of his arms and slipped out of the bed. I put on his dark blue button up shirt and his boxers that were thrown on the floor the previous night, and headed downstairs.

Daniela was sitting on the couch watching TV and eating Doritos. She smirked when she saw me.

"Hey," she said. "Didja get some?"

"Ugh, finally," I said, grinning as I sat down next to her. Despite being drunk, part of my brain was sober enough to be aware that I was losing my virginity to the man of my dreams. And I relished every moment.

"How was it?"

"It hurt at first, but oh, my God, it was amazing, Dani. It was perfect."

"I bet. Sam looks like he knows his way around a lady."

I blushed and giggled. "So what happened after we left?" I asked.

"Not much," Daniela sighed. "They went out and got more beer and then broke out the karaoke machine. Jacob and Emmett sung 'Wannabe,' then Jake, Jasper Paul and Seth did 'Lady Marmalade.' It was an interesting night. Seth drank, I didn't, I dragged him home at two-thirty last night, and he woke up with a massive hangover and had to leave for work at eight this morning. And, of course, I laughed at him on his way out."

"Wait, you didn't drink?"

"Nope."

"At all?"

"Nope."

I laughed skeptically. "Since when do you not drink?" She looked away from me.

"Since… I think I might be pregnant…" she said quietly, popping a chip into her mouth. My jaw dropped.

"Are you serious?"

Daniela nodded. "I won't know for sure until I get to the doctor next week, but I'm like, 80% sure."

"Have you told Seth yet?"

"No, not yet. I'm waiting until I know. I'm not even sure how I feel about it yet. Like, I totally wanna have babies with Seth. But at the same time, I just graduated. This is like, super crazy right now. I mean, if I am pregnant, I'm gonna be ecstatic. But it's gonna be hard."

"Well, you know you have me, Dani. Anything you need, let me know."

She smiled. "Thanks, Ren." She reached over and hugged me. "You rock, chica."

Just then, her phone beeped. She picked it up and looked at it. "Oh, shit, I gotta go, vampiro. Mi abuela is coming to visit from Chihuahua, Chihuahua, Mexico. She'll be here soon and Mama wants me to help her make Abuela's favorite empanadas and churros." She got up and went to the door to put on her shoes. "I'll see you later, 'kay?"

I waved goodbye and made my way to the kitchen for a snack. I did a little dance when I found Seth's candy stash. Seth was stingy like a druggie when it came to candy. But Seth wasn't there, so I decided to help myself. I took a Butterfinger, a Snickers, and a few Milky Ways (what a breakfast, huh?) and settled down on the couch again. Sam came down after a while, completely naked.

"Morning," he mumbled.

"Morning… Honey, are you forgetting something? Pants, maybe?" He looked down at his bottom half.

"Huh. I guess I am." He just shrugged and sat next to me on the couch. "I'm not used to waking up naked. Besides, you can't say you don't like it." he smirked and pulled me onto his naked lap. He kissed my neck and his hands traveled underneath his shirt that I had on, resting on the sides of my breasts.

"I want you so bad right now," he whispered huskily into my ear. I giggled as he began to undo the buttons with his teeth. He nibbled on my nipple and tugged at the boxer shorts, pulling them down.

I stood for a moment, letting him take them the rest of the way off, then straddled him. Sam captured my lips again, sucking on my tongue as he caressed my thighs.

"We should do it in the cave sometime," I sighed as he kissed his way back to my breasts. "That would be so hot. Surrounded by candles… while it's raining outside or something."

"Mmm, and listen to our sounds bounce off the walls… Hey, y'know that apartment I got?" he asked, resting his forehead on my chest.

"Yeah."

"Babe… move in with me."

I pulled his head up so I could meet his eyes. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. I love you. I wanna keep you with me. So… will you?"

I thought for a moment. I really did love him, and he loved me. My lips cracked into a smile and I kissed him to give him my answer. He flicked his thumb over my clit and I shivered. I was a bit sore from the night before, but I ignored it and gripped his shoulders as I began to lower myself onto him, inch by inch. His head fell back and he hissed in pleasure as he started to move me up and down on his shaft. The two of us were in such ecstasy, neither of us heard the door open.

"THE HELL!"I looked up to find my father at the door and screamed. Sam looked back and met his eyes and froze, completely mortified.

"Oh, shit," he muttered.

"Oh, shit is right," my dad grumbled.

"D-d-daddy, w-what are you doing here?" I stuttered, jumping off of Sam's dick and covering myself up.

"I came to find you. You didn't come home last night," he said glaring at Sam. "Get dressed, Ren, we're going home. Now."

"Um… but—"

"Now."

I hung my head, embarrassed beyond words, and ran upstairs. Dressing quickly, I returned to the upstairs hallway to hear my father, downstairs, speaking sternly to Sam. I didn't catch the whole thing, just the end bit.

"… just be careful. Okay? I know you care about her, but watch your back."

Was my dad threatening him? I loudly made my way down the stairs, making my presence known. Sam was still on the couch, covering himself with a pillow, a slightly pained expression on his face.

"Ready," I mumbled to my father. He nodded sharply to the door and I followed him. I turned and Sam was there behind me, now wearing the boxers I had discarded earlier.

"I guess… I'll see you later," he said, playing with my hair. "I'm sorry I got you in trouble."

"I'm sorry I gave you blue balls," I said smirking.

"Meh. I'll jerk it after you leave." He winked, making me giggle.

"Renesmee, let's go!" Dad yelled.

"Coming!" Sam leaned down and kissed me, sweet and slow, probably trying to piss my dad off or something. We each whispered an "I love you," and I trudged to Daddy's car, wishing so badly that I could stay with my Love. I wondered what I was in for at home.

"Having sex before you're married is very irresponsible, Carlie. What were you thinking?"

I was sitting in the middle of the living room at the Mansion, surrounded by my family. Dad didn't think just him and Mom could get through to me, and felt it was necessary to involve the whole family.

Rosalie had already lectured me about staying pure for marriage, feeling especially offended because she "didn't get that option," and here I was, "handing it out like candy at a parade." Even though Sam and I had only done it twice, as I informed her, and we were pretty solid as a couple. Alice and Jasper teamed up with my dad in telling me all the consequences of having sex and such, then Emmett, my most protective uncle, and Grandpa Charlie ripped me a new one, both extremely upset at my actions. Grandpa Charlie threatened to "shoot Sam's balls off." Now Grandpa Carlisle was lecturing me.

"You could get pregnant!... Were you two safe?"

"W-wha-?" The question caught me off guard.

"Did you use a condom? You have some, you know. I convinced Edward to start sneaking some into your purse, you know, as a precaution—"

"You did what?"

"I thought you'd see them. I thought women went through their purses all the time. I know you know how to use them. I taught you how to put them on a cucumber while we homeschooled you, remember?"

"Oh my God…" I buried my face in my hands, flushing red.

"Okay, so you didn't see them. But he had some, right?"

I sighed, embarrassed and tried to remember…

"N-no."

"NO!" Dad yelled from across the room. "What do you mean, no?"

"We didn't use one, okay? Can we not talk about this anymore? It's making me nauseous."

"Oh my God." My dad started to panic. "Oh my God, she's pregnant. Carlisle, check her!"

"Dad!"

"Edward, We won't know for another few days—"

"Don't care. Check her now!"

"Son, you're overreacting," Carlisle told him. "Calm down. Breathe, if necessary."

"Can we go home now?" I asked. "I'm so over this." I stood without waiting for an answer and headed out the door. I hoped I wasn't pregnant; not quite yet. I wasn't ready for that. But I wasn't about to let myself freak out over it. Right then, I just wanted to go home, curl up in a ball, and forget that meeting ever happened.

Sam's POV

Renesmee hadn't been gone for two minutes when I received a knock on my door. I was already feeling bad about Edward catching us and things just got worse when I opened the door.

Well, at least my boner's gone…

"Ah, Christ. What are you doing here?" I asked as Emily brushed past me and sauntered into the living room.

"I can't come and visit the love of my life?" she smirked.

"I wish you wouldn't. What do you want?"

Emily flopped down on the couch. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, because it was the exact spot where just a few minutes ago, I was sitting naked, being sexed by my much younger and much hotter new girlfriend.

Take that, you greedy, thirsty bitch.

"Come sit," she beckoned. "I wanna talk to you about something." I had a good idea of what that something might be.

"You need to be careful with her, Sam," Edward told me after Renesmee had gone upstairs. "And I don't just mean this." He gestured to my naked self.

"What do you mean, then?"

"My wife is up to something," he said with a stony expression. "I'm not sure what, but she is. She hates the relationship that you have with our daughter, and I believe she means to do something about it. She's working with someone else, I know that much. Someone 'on the inside,' if you will."

"You know all this, but you're not doing anything about it?"

"I try to help as much as I can. I'm the one always convincing Bella to let Renesmee go out with you. If it weren't for me, you'd have been broken up a long time ago. However, things like what I just walked in on make me not want to help you at all, understand?"

I nodded, smiling on the inside. Well, he just won't catch us anymore…

"I heard that."

"Damn."

"I mean it, Sam," Edward continued. "That's my only child. My little girl. My princess. Please, for her sake, avoid hurting her as best as you can. Just be careful. Okay? I know you care about her, but watch your back."

I was quite right to be suspicious.

I sat down in a chair as far from Emily as I could. "Talk."

"I want you back, Sam." Her face showed no signs of doubt or nervousness.

"Well… that sucks."

"It does, doesn't it? Not for me of course. For your little slut. For her, it's gonna be pret-ty bad…"

I growled. "Leave her alone, Emily."

"Relax, sexy. No one's gonna hurt her or anything… as long as I get what I want."

I frowned. "You've taken my house and thrown out almost all my belongings. What more could you possibly want from me? I have nothing left!"

Emily smirked evilly. She leaned forward in her chair, pulling out her phone. She played around on it for a moment before handing it to me. On the screen was a video playing.

The day Renesmee bit me. I saw her on the screen, lunging at me. My skin flushed with a cold sweat. I looked up at Emily, who was smiling smugly from the couch.

"If you don't break up with her, I'll show this to the rest of the pack."

:O That bitch! But hey, Sam and Ren got busy, eh? Eh? –nudges you pervertedly- Update at the end of the week, hopefully. I've got tons to do. I'll be updating Diary of Jane soon, if you follow that.

Also, if you looooove Blackwater, I very much encourage you to read my newest fic, Speak Now, based on the Taylor Swift song. A wonderful reader wants me to do more songfics, and since I'm pretty much obsessed with Taylor Swift's new album, Speak Now, I'm planning on making a series of, shall we say, albumfics; meaning I'm going to do a songfic for each track on the album, including various pairings, but probably mostly Blackwater. So look forward to that, fellow Blackwater supporters! : D

Plus I've got another Blackwater oneshot I'm working on. I know; "My God, Schnarf, all that at once? You're wearing yourself out like Justin Bieber!" (Come on, the kid's gonna be a nobody pretty soon if he doesn't slow the fuck down.) My creativity is like the Energizer Bunny. It's always going and going and going… and if I don't write things down right away, I lose it. It must be done. –determined-

Oh, and I'm sorry if there's any mistakes or any words are smushed together in this chapter. I lost all my files while Henry was getting fixed and had to reload them from my jump drive and when I put them on Henry again, the format was all screwy and spaz. I got everything spell check could find, but you never know.

Anyways, sorry for being gone so long. I love reviews; they seriously make my day. I haven't been getting as many as I used to, and that makes me sad. So I hope you'll feel the need to cheer me up and review! Much Love!

~Schnarf~