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Getting along with Charlie

Part III c) Jake's Garage

BPOV

"Imprinting." I murmured staring into his eyes. "Tell me again. What is it exactly?"

~*~

Jake shuffled his naked feet through the sand, drawing lines and circles with his heels and stared into the clouds high above us.

"The legends tell we find our mates that way." He eventually said, his eyes flashing back to me.

"Mates?" I raised an eyebrow and couldn't stop the amused smile that spread over my face.

Jake clarified with an equally amused smirk on his lips: "Soul mates."

I scooted closer to him as if drawn by an invisible string. He laid his arm around my shoulders and I dwelled in his heat that warmed me from inside out.

"It's said, imprinting is absolute. Final." He said and I could hear satisfaction in his voice. Deep satisfaction. And possessiveness. Much possessiveness. Had he ever been possessive? I didn't remember, but I could tell that I liked it.

But I felt possessive, too. I turned my face so I was eye to eye with him. Our noses almost touched. "Then you will never ever leave me now!" I said with a similar possessiveness like he.

Jake frowned and pulled back to have a better look at me: "I wouldn't have before neither."

I made a face, when what he said reminded me of the unthinkable and I argued: "But you would have if you had imprinted on some other girl."

Jake pressed his lips to a hard line and shook his head, raising his chin. He spoke only one single word, determined, unyielding. „No!"

His voice wasn't loud but it went right through me and I shivered. He pressed my shoulders and added softer, but nevertheless firmly: "I love you. I would have fought the imprint. I promised to never ever hurt you."

How could he be so sincere about it?

"But the imprint is absolute. You said." I answered bewildered. "You would have loved HER then."

"No." He touched my face and ran his hand through my hair. "I could never love somebody but you. I never wanted anyone else."

"But Sam left Leah, too. And you said they loved each other deeply."

"I'm stronger than Sam." He was persuasively and convincing and I strangely reassured, I trusted if there was someone able to fight the strong mechanism of imprinting, than it would be him who was more strong-willed than anybody else I knew.

"What is the point of this conversation, Bells? What do you want to hear?" He asked. "I have imprinted on you. You don't need to be worried anymore."

"I'm sorry,…" I whispered. "Imprinting was something we never spoke of. We were avoiding the topic whenever… I knew how much you hated it. And I was so worried that I might lose you one day,… that you would go, telling me that you don't love me anymore and leaving me behind." My voice was barely a whisper now.

Jake sighed deeply.

"I know you well, Bella. I know what you're feeling." His hand closed around my face again. "But please, don't compare me to HIM." The old hatred burned in his words.

"Look, I don't understand why Cullen left..." He snorted disgusted. "…and came back for no good reason. … I AM NOT LIKE HIM!" Jake was upset. I could see and feel that and I reached up and gently traced his jaw line with my fingers.

Jake calmed down and the trembling in his hands stopped. "I stayed with you. I was there for you. I helped you through your pain and grief. And in the end, I won."

I was overwhelmed with the passion of his words. And he was so true.

"I only wanted you. From the beginning, Bells." He brushed his nose along my hairline and down to my neck. His nuzzling send shivers all the way through my body and I softened in his embrace feeling safe and loved.

"Trust me, Bells. Don't doubt yourself." His voice was almost hypnotic and it had quite the same effect. He was right: I was sincere about my love for Jake and he had told me over and over again, that he loved me and that he would be there for me. I really, really needed to let go of all of my fears and just open up. That couldn't be so hard, could it?

Jake murmured into my ear: "To imprint on you is just the icing on the cake." What he said was more of a promise than a statement. I instantly felt better and encouraged I responded to the mischievous tone in his voice.

"So, just to understand the concept of imprinting…" I said playfully and leaned into his touch. "With us it wasn't the 'happens on first sight'-thing. We just skip this part and find out about this later." Jake nodded, looking curious and amused at me.

"And if it's more about finding a mate… and resuming biology lessons in school,…" I went on. "…we would be talking about finding a mate to procreate strong offspring." I blushed at my sudden bluntness.

"So it is safe to assume that your wolf-you wants to mate with me. Am I right?"

Jake coughed, taken aback by the unexpected change of my mood, and swallowed hard. He recovered quickly and played along. "Not alone my wolf side wants to mate with you, you know…" He nibbled at my neck and I produced goosebumps all over my body.

"Jake…" I breathed searching for my brain. "If you speak of 'mating' in the biological meaning,… than I have to inform you that I don't want offspring, yet."

Jake chuckled. "Me neither, Bells. But we should practice, don't you think? Just so we know how it goes…" He still smiled against the skin of my throat as I buried my hands his hair. Tugging it I softly pulled him up so we were face to face again. His eyes were hooded with desire and my heart skipped a beat.

"I might not be a female wolf, but still I'm female and I only can react on pheromone emitting eye candy… and to know this is all mine now…" I whispered over his lips and Jake's eyes darkened. "But maybe it's just the imprint pull." I teased him.

"Maybe…" Jake admitted and the seriousness that had still lingered in his eyes finally faded away and made way for … I gulped… lust. His voice dropped and the next words were not much more than a growl low in his throat. "And maybe it's only the imprinting pull that makes the imprinted wolf wanting to claim its imprintee."

His words rushed through me like a strike, down to the center of my body.

"But my human me wants to claim you too, Isabella."

His lips moved from my lips to my neck and then he bit down gently on my collar bone. Playfully only, but veeeeeeeeeeery sensual. I gasped and fisted my hands in his hair. Oh… my! I wasn't sure if I wasn't fainting anytime soon. First to hear him saying my full first name, second his bite. I felt dizzy and grabbed his hair a little harder than intended to keep me steady.

Jake growled again and pressed me to his body but then pulled away much too soon for my liking.

"Why did you come with my car?" He asked distracting and my eyes popped open. Who cares about a tiny blue car right now???

"My truck broke down right in front of your garage." I muttered and scowled at him. "Your dad said you would be fine if I used your car to drive to First Beach. You okay with it?"

"I am." Jake stood up and pulled me up to my feet. I swayed a little and rubbed slightly over the spot where his teeth had been seconds ago.

"I should check your car then. Let's go home. It's getting cold now and you will be freezing soon."

"I won't be freezing. I'm with you." I corrected him and standing behind him I wrapped both of my arms around his waist.

"I don't want to go back yet." I kissed him between his shoulder blades and was rewarded with a shiver that ran down his spine.

"Me neither." He said with regret.

"Then don't. Stay here with me." I begged and I felt myself flushing.

He shook his head. "No."

"Why?" I wanted to know. I pursed my lips, pouting like child.

"Because I'm not sure if I could stop if … if we go on like this." He turned around and buried his hand in my hair and I pressed my body flash to his.

"Then don't stop." I argued, trying on an enticing voice.

He pecked my lips and adamantly pulled me towards the rabbit. "I want our first time to be more romantic, you know?!" He stated. "As much as I like this beach, you deserve better."

I stopped in my tracks (and he let me stop) and stared at him with awe. Actually I had been the level-headed one once, but now he was the one that kept a cool head. Paradoxically I didn't feel rejected although he was turning down my plea for staying here with me. With Jake, I knew I would discover all secrets of a physical relationship very soon. From now on it was only about waiting for the right time and the right place. Quite natural, quite normal. I huddled into his chest kissing his pectorals.

"I seem to have quite the effect on you, baby." Jake smirked at me. How could he be joking now? I cleared my throat trying to recover my countenance.

"Just pheromones, don't be too smug about it…" I waved my hand dramatically and seeing his face I burst into laughter. Jake glared at me with narrowed eyes and traced his finger from my lips, down to my throat, stopping where the zipper of my shirt started.

"It's only a pleasure deferred, Bells." He said huskily into my ear. I swallowed hard, the laughter dying in my throat.

"A promise is a promise, Jacob Black." I managed to say, ignoring that I was rather panting than breathing regularly.

"You bet!" Jake planted another kiss on my lips before he grinned down at me.

~*~

I drove us back to La Push and parked the rabbit behind my old truck in front of Jake's garage.

"It decided to give up right here." I told him.

"It knows its master." Jake wagged an eyebrow and managed to scramble out of the rabbit before I could run around the car and open his door.

"Sit down in your truck and put it in neutral. When I tell you, you release the brake. I'm going to push the truck into the garage." Jake ordered, while he opened the gate.

I did what he told me. It would be an easy thing for him, even with only one arm at disposal.

"Let go!" He shouted and I released the brake. I felt a strong push and the car moved an inch forward. Jake pushed once more, using more force this time. The truck moved again and started to roll into the garage. All I had to do was to keep the track properly.

I hit the brakes when the car was standing completely in the garage.

Jake walked around the truck and pushed the hood open. He ordered: "Start the motor."

I turned the ignition, but the truck stayed dead. I climbed out of the truck and stopped next to him as Jake stared into the car. He reached out and checked on the cables and grabbing one of the metal tools from the bench he rattled and probed the interiority for defects. I didn't understand what he was doing. I just admired his long frame bending over the hood.

"Try again." He said after a while and I climbed back into the truck and turned the ignition again. The truck roared to life, backfired and died.

"That will need a closer inspection and more time and two hands." He muttered throwing the metal tool back on the bench. He stood next to me in the open driver's door. "But you can use my car until then…" He offered. "I can't drive anyway." He shrugged his shoulders and raised his hurt arm.

"I'd love to, if you don't need it…" I beamed. HIS car!!!

"You're welcome, Bells."

I remembered that I had brought something with me.

"Jake, I don't know, but if you're already on the truck, maybe you could try to fix my stereo too?" I asked him and reached for my backpack. I opened it and handed him the wrapped angular box that contained the stereo Emmett had given to me for my 18th birthday.

"Maybe it still works…" I said and flushed ashamed when I saw the damages I had done to the dashboard and to the stereo in my rage to get it out of my car.

"It would be a shame to let it rot in my closet, don't you think? We shouldn't waste resources." I explained and meant it.

"Sure. No big deal." Jake took the stereo and watched it closely. He whistled through his teeth and his eyes lightened up. "This is hot stuff! Prime quality. Money is not an issue for them." Despite his enthusiasm for the stereo he was muttering to himself, but nevertheless climbed into the truck.

"Let me see…" He scooted down into the footwell.

Again I watched fascinated how he pulled some cables here and poked around there.

"On the bench there is a small screwdriver. I will need it." He said from under the cables. I hopped out of the truck and yeah even found the tool he was asking for. I handed it to him and he sorted out the cables and he put the stereo halfway into its place. His slender and long fingers and the concentrated look on his face distracted me and soon I was admiring him and how graceful he moved his hands and how he just exactly knew what to do with all those cables. Heat pooled between my legs and I wished his fingers on my body rather than at my car.

Narrowing my eyes my vision got a little blurry and as the contours faded into each other I noticed how sexy the contrast between his dark russet coloured arms and my pale skinned legs was. I pressed my thighs together which caused Jake to glance up. He inhaled sharply and his voice dropped an octave.

"Bells?"

I bit my lip. His husky voice was so sexy.

"I admire your handiwork." I heard myself say and knew that he understood what I actually wanted to say but didn't. With satisfaction I noticed that Jake's face went blank. But he recovered quickly.

"Easy, babe. Don't play with fire." He warned me but with a mischievous smirk playing along his lips.

"That's what my mom always said." I answered back and rolled my eyes.

"Good girls listen to what their mother says…" Jake mumbled to himself, but I heard it anyway. I giggled. I loved our equivocated bantering.

"I will need your help now, Bells." He murmured, his eyes lingering on my legs. Then his hand snaked over my left ankle and moved down to my foot. His pointer moved over the leather of my shoe and he mumbled. "I love your red shoes." He kissed his way up from my toecap to my knee. My breathing hitched.

"Give me your hands." Jake said. I leaned down and he showed me the two cables he held in his hand.

"We have to repair these since you ripped it apart. The bare ends must intertwine." He handed me the broken cable and with trembling fingers I fumbled around until I had managed to twist the bare ends around each other. Holding the screwdriver between his splendid white teeth Jake put the stereo in its place with his good hand and with a click it was secured and looked just like before – plus some scratches.

"Turn on the radio." Jake said and I did so. The radio came to life, finding the local radio station at once. For a moment we listened to the song it was playing and Jake was visibly pleased with himself.

"You even can put your IPod in there." Jake pointed to a port at the stereo, took my IPod that I had carelessly chucked on the passenger seat and plugged it in the stereo. Disco beats pumped through the truck.

"Lady Gaga? Really, Bells?" He wagged an eyebrow at me. "This is a crazy chick, but her songs rock!"

"My mom picked it. I just listen." I shrugged my shoulders. Really, I didn't know so very much about pop music.

"I need to check if the CD-drive works as well." He clambered to his feet, hopped out of the truck and disappeared in the back of his garage. When he returned he held a blank, unlabeled CD in his hand, put it into the CD-drive and pressed the 'CD'- and the 'Play'-button. He sat down next to me and a country song started. I listened to the male voice, that sounded quite young and I must admit that I liked the song.

She had a shiny little beamer with the ragtop down
sitting in the drive but she wouldn't get out
The dogs were all barking and a wagging around
And I just laughed and said yall get in

"Really, Jake." I imitated him. "Country?"

He cocked his head to the side and reached out to tug a strand of my hair behind my ears.

"The song isn't that bad. Just listen…" He said.

I can take you for a ride on my big green tractor
we can go slow or make it go faster
down through the woods and out to the pasture
long as I'm with you it really don't matter
climb up in my lap and drive if you want to
girl you know you got me to hold on to
we can go to town or baby if you'd rather
I'll take you for a ride on my big green tractor

"Why do I have the feeling that this guy doesn't sing about riding a TRAKTOR at all…" I murmured getting lost in Jake's eyes.

Jake leaned closer. "You think?"

And I leaned closer. "Umm, yes."

The tension in this car was almost palpable. His long fingers wandered from my knee to my thigh and back again.

"Your dad?" I said, suspiciously eyeing the gate. Billy wasn't handicapped by his wheel chair anymore. It would be no problem for him to pay us an unexpected visit in the garage.

"He won't come in. It's my place. He will leave us alone." Jake answered and staring into his eyes I knew I only needed to give my okay and we would be back to where we started this morning.

"Jake." I whispered almost inaudible. He would hear me though. I longed to be close to him.

"Come here." He said with a similar longing in his voice and extended his arm in a welcoming gesture. I crawled over to him and straddled his lap. Jake wrapped his long arm around me.

His soft hot lips welcomed my mouth in an oh so sweet kiss that quickly became more and I got caught in the spell of his passion. His good arm held me in his lap just like he had hold me this morning, only that now his hand already was under the hem of my shirt. He trailed small open-mouthed kisses from my lips to my jaw and my throat.

Jake's proximity was overwhelming, exhilarating even, making me lose all coherent thoughts. I ran my hands over his back and his chest, feeling the well-defined muscles and I felt so powerful seeing how much he liked it. Jake moaned into my neck. The sound of it was more than encouraging and I leaned forward to kiss his neck and his shoulders.

"Bells, I want under this shirt of yours." He breathed and his hand caressed the small of my back. Heat detonated in my insides. Oh my! This is it. I thought when he steadied me on his lap and his hand slowly moved to the zipper of my shirt. My hands stilled on his shoulders and I stared into his eyes.

"Breath, Bells." Jake whispered and I inhaled deeply. He smelled so good of sunshine and forest and himself.

"Jake,…" I whispered, thinking of the bruises all over my chest. It wasn't looking so fine and I felt a little unsure.

"I'll be careful." Jake answered as if he could read my thoughts. He slowly dragged the slider down millimetre for millimetre.

He stopped when he had exposed the upper part of my torso. I knew the tattoo was still fine hidden under the fabric of my shirt, but my breasts, barely covered by my plain black lace bra, he could see.

"Bells, you're stunning." Jake said in a very low, very sensual voice and pressed his lips to my collarbone, my throat and to each single strip of skin that was laid open to his view. I writhed under his admiring stare and whispered: "As if you haven't seen any boobs before…"

Jake looked up and grinned impishly. "My sister's… But that doesn't count."

His big hand moved over my shoulder down to my ribs, yet avoiding touching my breasts.

"And Leah's…" He chuckled and gently squeezed my waist. My skin was humming in anticipation. "But that doesn't count either." He looked up to me from under his long dark lashes. I nearly got lost in his smoldering eyes.

"And Em's and Kim's… through the guy's eyes…" A big white-toothed smile spread over his face. His eyes were twinkling.

I squeaked and smacked his chest. "You're the devil, Jacob Black!"

He caught my hand and started to kiss the knuckles and the fingertips. Then flipped it around and with his tongue he drew a circle in the palm of my hand and blew slightly over the wet trail. I groaned and shifted in his lap. Holding my hand close to his chest, he looked me in the eyes and then bent down to my breasts. He wouldn't stop to look into my eyes when his lips brushed over the hollow between my breasts.

Gone were the jokiness and the fun. He slid the zipper down to the bottom. My shirt fell open and exposed my torso completely.

Jake didn't see the tattoo first since he was so fixed on my boobs. He groaned when he kissed the cleavage and inhaled deeply.

"God, you smell so good, Bells." His voice was vibrating through his chest. His long arm wrapped around my waist again. I felt so tiny and so delicate and was panting heavily by the time his fingertips moved over the tender flesh of my belly, right over the over-sensitive inked skin.

He must have felt the different texture under his fingertips. He paused, looked down, looked back at me and then back to where his hand rested. His eyes widened and his breath left him in a big rush.

My heart thundered furiously against my chest, while my entire body was flushing once more. What would he say? Would he like it?

"Bella. What did you do?" He asked bewildered and his voice caught in his throat.

"I got a tattoo." I said simply but proud.

There were so much emotions showing in Jake's face. It was beyond of everything I had wished how he would react. His eyes darkened and He pushed the fabric aside almost frantically. I pressed my legs against his thighs feeling slightly dizzy and thrilled.

"Lean back, babe. I need to see all of it." Jake instructed exhilarated and pushed me backward against the dashboard, gently but with vehemence. I grabbed behind me, holding on to the handle over the door and the steering wheel. Oh God! How erotic was this? I felt vulnerable and exposed, being sprawled out almost half-naked in front of him, but found that I liked it. It felt good. I felt mighty powerful, that I had taken him by surprise like this. I was proud of my tattoo. I was an expression of how I felt for him and how I saw the two of us. Looking at Jake being stunned by the work of art inked into my body was worth any pain I had suffered for getting it on my body.

With his pointer he followed the contours of the tattoo and when he stopped, I knew exactly on which part on the tattoo his finger was.

"Do you like it?" I asked him. I let go of my grip on the wheel and reached out to touch him. My hand closed around his arm. He locked his eyes with mine. His look was intense, burning and full of affection.

I noticed a low growl starting deep down in his chest. It was reverberating from him, sending vibrations through my body. His voice was husky when he answered: "You don't know how much, Bells."

JPOV

I felt her eyes on me all the time. When I was checking the truck, she ogled me. When I connected the stereo to the tuck, she ogled me. Her presence was overwhelming and in the proximity of the truck downright dangerous. All the bantering and joking to and fro heated the atmosphere even more. I saw Bella shifting her legs, rubbing her thighs… Jeez! How can a man resist this?

I had turned her down on the beach, because… well, I might not be the romantic music and burning candles kind of guy… but having grains of sand scraping between one's buns would suck. And, yes, I wanted to make love to Bella, enjoy her body and not have a quick lay with her. But now, having her beautiful legs right before my eyes and her scent filling my senses, my self-restraint was faltering, but I managed to control - somehow.

I was lost in her at once when she straddled my legs again and wrapped her arms around me. I couldn't keep my lips from her, let alone my hand and I felt handicapped because of my broken arm, that kept me from very un-gentlemanly groping her. Ugh. But one hand was better than no hand and I really, really wanted to touch her everywhere. How would she feel like under her shirt? As soon as I was thinking about it my mouth did the talking thing: "I want under this shirt of yours."

Ugh, I sounded like a horny dog, but well, being honest with myself I was horny, darn horny. There's no denying it and since I had imprinted on her it had gotten worse, not even our making out session this morning had lessened the itching in my body.

Bella stilled and surprised stared at me. I realized she had stopped breathing.

"Breath, Bells." I murmured and she deeply inhaled. Still she was hesitating. Maybe she was just shy or her bruises would still be aching. I didn't know, but she didn't say 'no' either. And I wouldn't find out if I didn't try at least.

"Jake,…" Bella finally whispered. She blushed and her scent strengthened becoming ever more appealing to me.

"I'll be careful." I promised and my hand moved to the slider of her zipper. Awfully slow I moved the slider down, giving her the opportunity to stop me whenever she decided I was going too far. But she let me go on, placing her hands on my shoulders completely relaxed and trustingly. Bluish-green marks covered her beautiful milky-white skin, and I was relieved, that it was less than I had expected.

The slider moved south and revealed the secret I had been looking for – her breasts dressed in a black bra. So black is it… I thought. I liked nice surprises.

"Bells, you're stunning." I mumbled paralyzed. And she smelled so good and she was excited and every time she inhaled her chest heaved, pushing her breasts against the fabric of her bra. I bent down and pressed my lips to her collarbone – so fragile -, her throat – so tender - and to each single strip of skin – so soft. Bella arched into my kisses, her response was overwhelming. My belly clenched in anticipation. I could hardly hold me back from just discarding that shirt and that bra. All I wanted to do was burying my face between those lovely breasts. When I looked into her face, she was smiling at me and whispered teasingly: "As if you haven't seen any boobs before…"

Thankful for her distracting words I managed a grin. "My sister's… But that doesn't count." Okay, thinking of my sisters might help to get myself together. But my hand had an own will. It touched her round shoulders and the fingertips trailed down to her ribs.

"And Leah's…," I chuckled and gently squeezed Bella's waist. "But that doesn't count either." Leah was pack business. Jake, you're so pathetic. I frowned. Pack business – I was so not interested thinking about it right now. But I was nervous for crying out loud, I wanted more but I didn't know how far I was allowed to go. I didn't want to screw up. Bella was watching me through hooded eyes. A faint tremor fluttered over her skin and she sighed. My inner wolf yipped, begging for more. Get a grip, Jake!

"And Em's and Kim's… through the guy's eyes…" I quickly said using the boyish charm to ease the tension. She squeaked and smacked my chest. "You're the devil, Jacob Black!"

If you only knew, Bells! Her words aroused me and it was about time to quit joking. I caught her hand and kissed the knuckles and the fingertips. Then I flipped it around and with my tongue I drew a circle in the palm of her hand – God! She tasted so good as well! - and blew slightly over the wet trail. Bella groaned and shifted in my lap. Looking her in the eyes I bent down to her breasts. My lips brushed over the hollow between her breasts. I slid the zipper down to the bottom and her shirt fell open and revealed more of her silky skin but also the full extend of her bruises. The way the bruise marks were positioned was like an imprint of my rips. I huffed inwardly. I didn't like at all, what I saw, but then we had been lucky. For the split of a second I was reliving the moment. How ready I had been to kick Cullen's wretched stony ass and then Bella so unexpectedly jumping in between and I unable to stop the leap crashing full force into her. I shuddered and pulled her closer into me. The memory faded and was replaced by her warm, living and enchanting body and soul.

Yes, please! I groaned as I kissed the cleavage between her breasts and inhaled deeply.

"God, you smell so good, Bells." My entire body now really came to life. I wrapped my arm around her waist. She was so tiny and so delicate and was putty in my hands. By the time my fingertips trailed over the tender flesh of her belly, she was panting heavily. I caressed the sensual curve of her waist and then I had the feeling that her skin felt different there, not like it was supposed to be. I could smell a healing wound and – ink?

I looked down and saw – colours? Confused I checked her face, watching her nervously smile at me. I looked at what was hidden underneath my hand. My eyes widened and my breath left me in a big rush. A TATTOO?????

My heart thundered furiously against my chest.

"Bella. What did you do?" I asked bewildered and felt plain dumb. Silly, isn't it obvious?

Not she was putty in my hands, I was – in hers.

"I got a tattoo." She said simply and she sounded so proud.

I didn't know what to think. Oh God, I loved it already. She had inked the tattoo in, before I had even imprinted on her. Only now I realized how anxious I have been about the fact that maybe only the imprint pull would make her love me back. But this tattoo proved how wrong I was.

I pushed the fabric aside almost frantically, being aware that Bella squeezed her legs around my thighs. I was thrilled. I had to see all of it.

"Lean back, babe. I need to see all of it." I pushed her backward against the dashboard, gently but with vehemence. Would she mind? I almost went nuts, my hard cock pushing against the fabric of my pants, when she held on to the handle over the door and the steering wheel, awakening secret fantasies in me. Oh God! Reality was better than any dreams I had of her before. I wanted to ravish her with kisses and finally, finally make her mine.

With my pointer I followed the contours of the tattoo. It was big, covering her left flank, starting under her left breast and curving around her waist. There was a brilliant white swan beside a russet brown wolf. The colours of the wolf were exactly the shades my fur had, when I was phased wolf. The proportions were accurate, as were the contours of the wolf's face. Looking into the eyes of the wolf tattooed into her skin, I looked into my own.

How did she do that? At the time she had gotten the tattoo, she had only seen me once in my wolf form – months ago, when we had saved her from Laurent in a meadow deep down in the forest. Either Bella had a very graphic memory and the skill to describe the images in her head so vividly, that the tattoo artist could sketch the tattoo exactly how she wanted it to look like. Or she maybe even painted it herself and gave it to the artist to ink it into her body. Either way, I was stunned my voice being trapped in my throat.

Tenderly I stroked over the picture of the swan. It was so beautifully made as well. The feathers were sketched right down to the last detail. You could even see the structure of the feather, the different layers on top of each other and the shadows underneath. The eyes of the swan were shaped like her eyes were and had the same deep brown colour.

"Do you like it?" Bella asked me and reached out to touch me. Her hand closed around my arm. I lost myself in her brown eyes. I realized that she already knew how much I liked it and she was so sure in this knowledge, so darn right. I noticed a low growl starting deep down in my chest. It was reverberating from me, sending vibrations through my body. My voice was husky when I answered: "You don't know how much, Bells."

I couldn't keep my eyes from the tattoo. I took closer attention to what the wolf and the swan were doing. First it looked like an act of submission of the swan to the wolf, like you would expect it in real life – the wolf having a threatening aura, the swan clapping its wing ready to escape. But looking with the heart, not with the eyes, it turned out to be a sensual, trusting and loving interaction. The swan and the wolf were entangled and spiralling upwards and holding and touching each other in a perfect harmony. I realized that the wolf smirked down at the swan and the swan looked into the wolf's eyes and I suddenly saw the bird glowing with happiness.

"Jacob." She sighed and the sigh moved right down into my throbbing cock. I groaned and took a last look at this magnificent piece of art. I suddenly saw the sexuality in the way the wolf and the swan touched each other. I growled again and almost attacked Bella with my kisses, pulling her roughly into my arms. The level of my desire reached a new pitch. I could hardly keep the wolf at bay, but managed again. Somehow. Her heart beat in a frantic staccato.

"Did it hurt, Bells?" I asked, my good hand roaming her back and kneading her firm ass.

"Being separated from you and not knowing what had happened to you, hurt more. Much more." She leaned her forehead against mine and opened her eyes. Her huge eyes seemed to look right into my soul. "I love you, Jake. In this tattoo I will carry you with me. Forever."

"I can't tell you, how much it means to me." I brought my lips back to her mouth, indulging in a soft, sensual kiss. "I love you, Bells." Her mouth opened and she invited my tongue in.

Her hands slid over my back, kneading the long muscle strands and then moved down, coming around my waist, the small of my back, trailing along the lines of my abs. My breath was harsh and laboured from the pleasure of her touches.

The truck would be perfect. Suddenly it just was the right place and the right time, all my honourable intentions swept away. If she was willing, why should I hold back? We wouldn't restrict our love and lovemaking to any conventions. Why so? We would be just us and enjoy what we could give each other.

I fumbled her bra open. I was a bit awkward, since I could only use one hand. Bella crossed her arms over her chest. Gracefully as only woman can do, she pulled the straps down her shoulders, first from the left one, then from the right. She cupped her sweet tits with the palms of her hands.

I hooked my finger in her bra and gently tugged. Bella opened her hands and the bra fell into my lap.

She was beautiful. Her breasts had just the right size, the nipples were coloured in a light pink, just a few shades darker than her skin. My fingertips trailed the line of her right breast and the nibble pebbled. She groaned and rubbed her center against the rough fabric of my pants.

Jeeeez… This was too good to be true. The need to be in her, to become one with my love grew exponentially.

I buried my face between her breasts again, nuzzling, licking and nipping the tender flesh. All the time I felt her little hands on me, caressing me, teasing me.

Bella arched her back and pushed her breasts into my face. I was moaning and groaning all the while, wile I stroked her one breast and kissed the other one. I flicked my tongue over the hard little nub and Bella cried out digging her nails into my back. Her hands mimicked the attention I gave her nub and exploring touched mine. Woah! The sensation went right into my cock. A deep and husky growl rumbled through the cabin and I realized that it was me.

I was taut as a rope, the wolf in me howling excitedly to come out, to claim her, to mark her and to make her MINE for once and all times. I felt like split in two halves. I really had a hard time to control the animal in me, when I actually only wanted to be Jacob who was exploring the other sex for the very first time in his life.

Down boy! I ordered my inner wolf. It lay down, resting his head on his paws and huffed.

Fine! For now, just Jacob had the upper hand.

"Bells, I…" I gulped. "I want to be in you." My hips jerked into her without my doing. "But I don't know if I … ah… ." Not that I was ashamed, but a little bit uncomfortable it was though. "You show me… I mean… uh… what you like? And help me… a bit…" I don't know if she could even make sense out of my awkward stammering. "You know, since you're the one with more experience…"

She blushed, laughed out and was biting her lip again. "I've never had sex before either. I thought you knew?"

I shook my head disbelievingly. "I assumed you and the bloods… errrm… Cullen."

Bella moved closer again and rubbed her bare front against my chest. The difference to my overheated skin had a nice and slightly cooling effect. My hurt arm protested but I ignored it gratefully, when she started to nibble at my earlobe.

"He never kissed me like you do." She breathed into my ear and placed small open-mouthed kisses on the tender skin of my neck. I felt all the fine hairs in my neck rising. "And he wouldn't touch me like that." She took my hand and led it to the sweet swelling of her breast. I squeezed and she moaned in response.

A badass smile spread over my face. Could I be so lucky?

"And Arizona? Never had a boyfriend there?" I broached the subject again and she shook her head.

"Never."

I growled satisfied. No, scratch that! What was wolf in me growled. It cheered even. Dumb wolf!

"You like it." She stated searching eye contact with me.

"I do." I confessed. I cupped her face with my good hand and bent down to her. I brushed with my lips over hers, sucking her lower lip into my mouth. We both groaned.

"We gonna find out together then. Can't be so hard, don't you think?" I whispered after a long time of exchanging kisses and more caresses. She giggled and wiggled in my lap.

"I'm going to give my best." She promised with a wicked glint in her eyes.

In a split of a second our hands were at each others waistbands in unison. Kisses becoming suddenly frantic and erratic, buttons popping open. My hand sneaked into her pants, over her ass and squeezed her appealing behind. Only the thin fabric of her undies separated me from the naked flesh. My fingers slipped under…

"Ooooh…" I drew in a harsh breath feeling her hand in my pants and touching me - THERE. My head fell back, bumping against the hard wall of the truck's cabin. I didn't mind. I was all sensation about her soft, curious hand on my hard length.

"Jake, are you in there?" I heard Quil only when it was too late and he was standing right in front of the truck already.

"Woah!" Quil, seeing us going at each other, jumped back. Bella mumbled a 'Crap!' and almost crawled into me, which triggered my protective instinct.

"Dammit, Quil. Just leave." I snarled trying to cover Bella from his eyes.

"Can't, Jake. Sam told me to get you." At least Quil had the grace to look embarrassed and turn his face to the opposite wall of my garage.

"Well then, tell him, he can shove it." I felt the anger rising.

There was no other meeting planned for today and I was free from running patrol tonight. Couldn't he just give me my moment with my imprint?

"He insisted that you have to come." Quil didn't stop pestering me and the first angry ripples rolled over my body. Could a man die of blue balls? I surely would be the first.

Why would always come something in the way, when I just wanted to be with Bella?

I was flaring with the intensity of my fury and Bella was way too close, staring petrified into my eyes, and Quil that ignorant jerk wouldn't give in.

"Jake, my man,… It's something about Leah. Seth is itchy/anxious and Sue doesn't leave him alone, having the same bad feeling. Sam says, Leah's your business, since she ran away when being under your command."

My inner wolf bared his teeth. Up for a fight with the almighty Alpha. It snarled and its fur bristled.

Come on, Jake. Get a grip. I forced in some deep and steady breaths to calm myself. But it didn't help at all. I started trembling pretty bad. The brain that belonged to Jacob Black wouldn't function like it should, my wolf side was way too much agitated.

Being cock-blocked can't turn you into a monster. The Jacob side said with vehemence talking into my wolf-me.

And how! My wolf-me snarled with hackles up, spurning all reason.

This is ridiculous! Am I becoming schizophrenic now?

I shook my head. What was going on with me?

Too strong was the anger I felt inside, too violently the shaking. I was turning into a real danger for Bella and she had to get out of my way.

Now!

A/N: These two have it bad. And again they got interrupted. Poor fellows. LOL Now, what do you think about the tattoo?

P.S. I'm seriously looking for a Beta/Proofreader, please feel free to contact me. And maybe there's someone out there that would be willing to translate this story into German.

Songs they listened:

Lady Gaga "Love Game"

Jason Aldean "Big green traktor"