Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Song by the Counting Crows.

A/N: The third half consists of some yummy Jacob exploration, as well as some lime. I feel Jacob and Nessie should get to know each other physically (beyond just making out all the time) before the inevitable love-making. If that doesn't bother you in any remote way or something, make sure to R&R!

So I said I'm a snowball running

Running down into a spring that's coming

All this love

Melting under blue skies melting out

Sunlight shimmering love

Jacob sat on the steps still, clapping his palms together as Renesmee paced back and forth with Edward Masen's old, secret journal. He had the strongest convictions that she was freaking adorable, shaking her head at herself. There was something that was making her erratically nervous, whether it was simply an object that once belonged to her deceased grandfather or standing in this damn place spooked her, or perhaps a combination of both.

Either way, Jacob had to smile at her nail-biting disposition, as opposed to her characteristic calm and collective attitude.

"So, are you going to read it?" Jacob queried, counting Nessie's long strides back and forth.

She glanced at him, grimacing in uncertainty. "No. I don't think I should."

"Why not?"

"I don't know," the half-breed answered with a shrug, stopping in place to face Jacob directly. "It almost seems intrusive. Someone—my own grandfather—documented his innermost thoughts on all these pages. His hopes, his dreams, his fears. My eyes have no right to read and to know. That's too much like cheating."

"First of all, the man is dead," Jacob pointed out bluntly, demonstrating his argument by pulling back on his index finger.

"And it's best to respect the dead," Nessie said. "I can't just go snooping around through his stuff." Although, it couldn't technically fall into the snooping category since the journal was tossed into an old fireplace. "Edward could have had some huge secrets."

"Okay." Jacob rolled his eyes, slanting his mouth in a half of a frown. "Second of all, unless he was mass murderer, none of his secrets could be that devastating. Not to mention Pretty Boy Cullen is your padre, I doubt anything could be the slightest bit interesting."

In fact, he'd be willing to be bet that Edward Masen Sr.'s diary was one, giant snooze-fest.

The half-human half-vampire girl arched an eyebrow. "Sure. . ."

"And third of all, your father cheats all the time," Jacob reminded her. Having once been a part of a pack of eight brains, mind-reading wasn't all that it was cracked up to be, but it had its perks every once in a while. "What's stopping you?"

"Yeah, but my dad never had a choice, and I'm not him," Renesmee replied, expelling a flat exhale from her system. "There are things in here that I might want to discover about Edward or Elizabeth. Are they really worth the risk?"

Jacob got up, all but hearing Nessie's perplexed soul beckon his own closer, and cupped the magenta hue of her silky cheeks. His smile for her was sunny—warm and bright.

"Nessie, are you afraid of getting to know your granddad?"

"No, not exactly." Nessie pursed her lips, but continued looking into Jacob's black-brown orbs, and the urge to be honest overwhelmed her. She just needed to come out with it."Grandpa Charlie is the only one of my biological grandparents that I've ever gotten the chance to know. Renee was never really an option either. She doesn't even know I exist, and I've sort of wondered about her from time to time. Would she like me? Would she tell me that I'm mostly similar to my mother or my father? Would she hug me?" The hybrid contorted her expression in disbelief that she would ever find out. "My family. There is just so much I don't know about them. I don't want to do that to myself with another set of grandparents."

"Hey, at least you'll always have Doc and Esme," Jacob said. "Blood may be thicker than water, but water is a lot more pure. Plus, you'd probably just chug that blood anyway."

"Touche," Nessie nodded, smiling at his joke. "I love Carlisle and Esme, but biologically speaking, we're nothing alike."

Jacob shrugged, grabbing the notebook from Nessie. "Just hand it over to me then, Nessie. You might change your mind one of these days."

"Thank you." She rested her tired head against Jacob's chest as he simultaneously encircled his protective arms around her lower torso. "Jacob?"

It somehow seemed satisfying that Nessie could seek out her comfort with him—in him—almost feeling the light, quick thumps of her sensitive heartbeat.

Bo-bome. Bo-bome. Bome, bome.

He was flattered, enraptured in the warmth radiating off her body.

"Yeah?" the shape-shifter murmured, the scent of pine cones and vanilla shampoo filling his nostrils as Renesmee's reddish-brown ringlets tickled his chin.

"You're the best," she murmured, tracing her plump lips on the Native American male's russet Adam's apple and made his skin vaguely weep for more of her wonderful touch.

"Sure, sure," he mocked, chortling huskily. "You're just saying that to get into my pants."

Nessie giggled, humming a soft lullaby along his neck. "Jacob Black, that is entirely too presumptuous, actionable, laughable, and probably plausible."

"Lady, you have my full consent!" Jacob exclaimed, partly joking and partly anxious to see if she was serious.

His body was hers to do whatever the hell she wanted.

"I know." Renesmee teasingly swatted Jacob over the elbow.

"I know you know." I'm in love with you.

"I know you know I know."

"I know you know I know you know." Why can't you figure out that I'm still in love with you?

"I know you kn-"

Jacob cut Renesmee off mid-sentence in the sweetest kiss, one that would leave Romeo and Juliet in the dust, grazing his teeth over her bottom lip. His entire world was blazing beautifully bright, captivated in the fruity flavors on her tongue. It was hard to believe that Nessie had only kissed two guys in her whole life—although, Jacob now wished that he was her first and last—because she was so damn talented—an expert. Nessie could take direction, but better yet, she knew how to give direction. Her kisses were so fierce, yet so gentle.

Then, of course, she was deliciously tasty. Jacob longed to have his tongue tied to hers all the time, as well as every inch of her body.

"Nessie, you're the best," Jacob whispered, staring hypnotized into Renesmee's milk chocolate irises where the universe held absolutely still on its axis, where nothing in the world mattered except them in this instance.

"Come on, you mushy pup, let's get lost." For now, they were done with this house.

Renesmee felt around the capitalized, carved letters in the tall oak tree, smiling affectionately as Jacob leaned against the same tree and also studied to the initials. N.C.B., with a sloppy heart around it. Some fellow, love-sick hikers must have done this. Needless to say, it was cute.

"I used to know every inch of this forest when I was a kid," Nessie told Jacob with a sharp sigh. "Leah and I played out here all the time. Since day one, she has been like my older sister. Now it feels like I've never been here at all."

"Yeah," the shape-shifter agreed. "I feel like I should know this place by heart."

"I don't even remember this carving. It's been too long," Nessie stated, memorizing the shapes of the letters with her fingertips.

"N.C.B?"

"Narnia calls bull," Nessie quipped, giggling.

"NASCAR beasts."

"Nick Carter bites."

Jacob gulped. "Nessie Carlie Black. . ." That had a nice ring to it. He considered proposing to Nessie right then and there, reciting the phrase in his head like a high school girl.

"Yeah, right," the hybrid joked, batting her raven eyelashes at him in irony. "Like I would every marry you."

"Please." He nudged her on the side, winking nefariously. "Like I'd ever want to marry you. Sugar, please! You need to get over yourself."

"Hmmm. . ." Renesmee tapped her chin in thought, chewing the inside of her mouth. She sat on the nearest stump, her doe orbs glistening curiously. "Jacob, do you ever think, in another life, we would be this close if you had stayed?"

"Who knows?" Jacob shrugged, completely nonchalant. This was here and now. The past didn't matter anymore. "I'm here now, Nessie, with you."

Nessie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, for now." She arose from her seat, emitting a gentle huff—not out of annoyance, but confusion. "I know what I'm about to say is really ridiculous, but you're standing right here in front of me. I can see you, I can feel you, but I still miss you. It doesn't make any sense."

For the hundredth time, he should have told Nessie that he was in love with. He should have promised that he had no intention of leaving her behind ever again, not for some crap job and crap apartment Seattle. He should have told her every moment since they met that he would love her for the rest of his life—no imprint would change that, but Christ, he definitely wanted to imprint on Nessie.

"That's not stupid," Jacob responded, lacing his russet digits through her porcelain ones. He relished in the flower petal texture of Nessie's smooth hand as he twiddled her thin knuckles, "and it does make sense. Just be patient with, Nessie. All of this is still brand new for me and I'm getting used to being in a real relationship. I'll come around eventually. I promise you."

"Okay," she nodded, smiling assuredly. "I trust you, Jacob."

Damn. That trust meant the world to him, too.

"Home, sweet home!" Renesmee exclaimed, shutting the front door behind them. "Grandpa! Are you home yet?" No answer. "I guess not."

"Finally!" Jacob sighed exaggeratedly, laying down Edward Masen's journal on the coffee table.

"And you thought we'd get in trouble," she jibed in jest.

"Whatever."

"Oh! The day isn't over yet, Jacob. I have the most fantastic idea."

"Oh, crap." Frankly, Jacob was a smidgen exhausted with Nessie's vampire-human shenanigans. "Not another one."

"Don't whine." Nessie poked Jacob on his side. "This is an idea you should really enjoy."

Jacob quirked an eyebrow, feigning intrigue. "What is it?"

"Follow me, Jake. We're going to have that fun I promised you."

Nessie led him into the guest room, devilishly away from the living room with wicked proceedings blatantly on her mind. As their hands wound together, images and emotions coursed through Jacob's veins—images of lying flat on his back, along with an aroused Nessie enticing him to climax—emotions of wanting to simply surrender their desire to each other. It was exciting to really see just how much Nessie truly wanted Jacob. Feeling her deep lust was one of the most exuberant experiences he had ever gone through.

Something he could get lost in.

"Go lie down on the bed, Jacob," Nessie timidly ordered, turning the locking mechanism on the door so there wouldn't be any unwanted disruptions. "Oh, and take off your shirt."

"What ideas are swimming around in that noggin of yours?" the shape-shifter inquired, following her instructions automatically, with and open heart and an erect member.

"A lot," she said, smirking at Jacob as if she was a seductress trained in the art of romance. Maybe she was. "Just relax, Jacob. I want to do this with you."

She was nervous. Why was she nervous? What was she planning?

"Nessie, you know that you don't have to do anything for me," Jacob reminded her softly, carefully observing the apprehensive contours of her bashful face, flushing apple red. "You know that, don't you? I'm not after you for a piece of ass."

The young half-breed giggled, her cheeks almost ready to burn off. "I know, Jacob, but I do want to do this for the both of us. Please?"

His dark chocolate orbs softened greatly, thawing along with his heart, and pulled Renesmee on to the bed adjacent from him. There was a different life behind her rich, Hershey's eyes, a life filled with pure wonder—his life—their life, one they could create together some day. Jacob pondered on whether or not she knew about the elusive jade ring encircling the black pupil. She was so much more than beautiful. And it was the first time in his twenty-four years of life that he didn't things could get any better—merely being with Nessie was the greatest, best thing to ever happen to him—but she was about to accept that challenge.

"Do whatever you want with me, Nessie, but don't push yourself. If you're not ready, I wouldn't ever judge you or turn you away," he promised. Jacob could own up to being an asshole, but even he wasn't that big of an asshole. "You. . . You've become my best friend."

She set his heart on fire, the sparks flickering to and fro.

"Yeah, well. . . I want to be more than just your best friend."

Renesmee's strawberry lips caressed Jacob's sun-kissed skin, nipping lightly on his neck where he had a sensitive spot. One finger tugged at the dark waistband, hinting at what she wanted—and she wanted Jacob to strip. Jacob instinctively learned to love this instigator attitude of hers, so did mini Jake. He obliged willingly, scooting out of his shorts as fast as possible, lying naked in all his Native American glory.

She moved further downward, peppering feathery kisses all over his broad, muscular chest. Nothing was really happening yet, but his body was animate and alive—he felt like a high king, or rather an extremely horny teenager having sex for the first time. Nessie wrapped her full lips around Jacob's mahogany aureola, her graceful tongue sharply flickering side to side as the skin puckered with exhilaration underneath her vigorous attention. Jesus, it felt so damn good—something that had never been done to him before. Nessie tweaked his other nipple, rolling the tan bud between her middle and ring fingers, using him as her most special, favorite toy.

Small goosebumps formed where Renesmee's sweet breath rushed against him, causing him to shutter in a hungry fervor; yet his temperature boiled as blood flooded in a descending motion. The thirst for release seared into the pit of his stomach, paralyzed by hers and his stimulation.

"Nessie," Jacob groaned, his body glistening in a weightless sheen of sweat. She was trying to drive him up a wall, into insanity.

His long, hot fingers became deeply buried in the coppery roots of her hair of the girl-woman's hair, not to pull on, just an activity to keep his hands busy. Renesmee was much too good at this, the shape-shifter mused as guttural whimper threatened to erupt from his exhausted vocal chords. The subtle sensation of Nessie's mouth venturing down to Jacob's smooth, hard stomach—getting to know the plateau surfaces of his eight abs—was indescribable, like floating on warm bathwater. Jacob was void of all hate, daydreaming about his love for Nessie.

She kissed the left V contour of his pelvis, soaking in his masculine fragrance into her soul.

"You're up already," Nessie murmured, her tone accented in passion. "You didn't even make me work for it."

Jacob smirked sheepishly. "What can I say? It's just the way you turn me on." Majorly.

"I'm flattered," Nessie giggled, but her confidence momentarily subsided when she got a thorough eyeful of Jacob's proud erection, russet and tall, sort of like the rest of him. She gulped, placing a tentative hand on the head, earning a hiss from poor Jacob, who was fighting back pleas of mercy that would rush her, so he willed himself to remain silent, except for the evident panting of his heart. "My, my," she uttered in genuine astonishment. Her thumb twirled around the tip, studiously gazing upon the crystal clear substance leaking out. "So big, so hot." Jacob gave Nessie one, strained nod, resting his head back on a pillow and shut his eyes. "It's all right, Jacob. I have no clue what the heck I'm doing, and I'll need your guidance. Tell me what you need."

"N-No!" Jacob coughed. "Go at your own pace. Just please do something!"

The young woman nodded, wrapping her mouth around the very top and experimentally lapped up the precum. She moaned—actually freaking moaned, taking pleasure in the taste of the sticky fluid while the aroma Nessie's own desire penetrated the air. That was sexy.

Slowly, Renesmee began stroking her mouth over Jacob's long staff—in and out, up and down—only able to fit so much in due to his glorious ten inches (a startling size if there was one) and his proportional girth. As she licked the underside of the Quileute's thickest vein, her tunneled grasp twisted up and down with the four inches left. Her teeth scraped over the head, sucking harder and taking him in further.

Meanwhile, Jacob was completely blissed out of his mind, grunting carnally as Nessie kept getting closer and closer to taking in his entire manhood. Sheer heat pulsated through him, causing his rod to twitch in a delighted response when the half-human half-vampire mewled around him, and sent delectable vibrations to travel throughout his body. Involuntarily—possibly a slight bit on instinct too—his hips bucked commandingly, and finally his tall erection hit the back of her throat. Holy shit! Yes!

For a moment, Jacob remained motionless, fearing that he might have hurt her; but instead, when Nessie didn't gag, cough, or even pull back, she continued to keep sucking off his member. She hummed once more, his cock gently trembling in sweet, sweet pleasure.

"Oh, God!" he panted, a growl rumbling through his chest. This woman was a straight up pro. Damn it, he loved this girl. It was inevitable now, climbing to the height of his desire and flew off into the stratosphere, where the sun always shone. "N-Nessie, you gotta-you gotta move now! I'm gonna-"

But his warning was far too late; his proof of climax shot down her throat and she took all of it. Damn. Jacob was impressed.

"So, how was that?" Renesmee inquired shyly as if he hadn't just experienced the best blowjob ever.

"Um. . ." Jacob mumbled, reopening his eyes. "Orgasmic."

"Really?" She was incredulous with him, blushing deep red, and climbed on the bed with Jacob. It slightly bothered him that Nessie was fully clothed while she still had her own arousal to worry about.

"Yep," he retorted as Nessie smugly simpered. "What about you?"

Nessie squeezed her thighs tightly together, liquid soaking through his panties. "Oh! Jacob, you don't have to!"

Jacob grinned. "But I want to. I want to return the favor." His tan pink lips found her cheek. "Do you want me to, Nessie? I won't push if you're uncomfortable with it."

"Would I seem like a total hussy if I said that wasn't the reason?" Nessie asked, laying down to stare into Jacob's eyes. Quite enchantingly, her thousands of auburn coils splayed across the white-cotton pillowcase.

He shook his head. "No. What is it?"

"Well, I don't want my grandfather to find out what we're doing. Locking a door only prolongs the inevitable. That will only make him curious," Nessie explained embarrassed. "I don't want to risk either of us getting killed, or me not finishing on time."

Jacob screwed his face, his expression conveying her point. "You're right. That would definitely stab the mood in the heart, but we have another whole forty-five minutes to think about."

Nessie pursed her lips, "How can I argue with that?"

"Then, sit back and relax, baby."

Well, baby, I surrender to the

Strawberry ice cream

Never ever ever will this love

Well, I didn't mean to do it

But there's no escaping your love

These lines of lightning mean

We're never alone, never alone

No, no

A/N: On a different note, if you're still wondering about Alice's vision and Edward Masen's journal, all will soon be revealed in a due amount of time.