Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Song by P!nk.

If someone said three years from now

You'd be long gone

I'd stand up and punch them out

'Cause they're all wrong

I know better

'Cause you said forever

And ever

"Jacob, are you sure you want to do this?"

"What? Lick your pussy?" Did he really have to be so straightforward?

"Um, yeah."

"Then, definitely yes, Nessie. I can't wait to get started."

"Really?"

"Clearly, you don't know how sexy you are. You smell great, too. Maybe they should just serve you at a fast food joint."

Blushing a bright strawberry red, Nessie forcefully swallowed back a lump of bubbling lust as she laid back on the green-sheeted mattress and tried to get comfortable, but being underneath Jacob's intense forest brown irises was partly petrifying and partly relaxing—an explosive chemical combination. It was alarmingly simple with her Jacob's devilishly handsome stare, as he studied every solitary centimeter of Nessie's body—the most nefarious of imaginings spinning and tumbling around in his mind. She knew that much.

Only dressed in a light pink silk bra and matching cotton panties, she felt like the most important woman in the universe, her skin blazing in a porcelain glow. But it was still nerve-wracking to think that this would be the very first time a man would ever feel the excited fibers of her virgin flesh.

Jacob Black.

A young man—a wolf—that spent the past eight years of his life avoiding the fact she existed. Now, here he was—with her—in love with her. His kind, the very foundation of his mighty ancestors insisted on the hatred, to slay the Cold Ones—the enemies. It's what he was born to do. Yet, Nessie knew that he wouldn't. He couldn't hurt her.

Renesmee Cullen.

A young woman—a rare hybrid—that was supposed to be born a cold, heartless monster, an aberration, but she was the opposite. Her love was proof that she wasn't an abomination to be terminated. Not by the wolf pack. She upset the balance of her very own nature, as well as Jacob's. Or perhaps they were put on this earth for different reasons beyond the realm of violence.

Weren't they supposed to hate each other?

Daughter of the former love of his life, daughter of the vampire that won in a messed up love triangle. He should have torn her to shreds as some sick revenge, he should have ripped her limb from limb for being his natural enemy, or at the very least he shouldn't want to help protect her. For that matter, they should have shared a mutual hatred for each other. But they didn't. Not anymore.

They were somehow connected—by an inexplicable power—stronger than a regular imprint, stronger than her bond to Leah Clearwater, stronger than a singular life. Two strangers, one from a world made of blood and the other from a world made of fur, were tied together by a timeless love.

Renesmee gulped audibly, pursing her cerise lips tightly together as Jacob slid his body slowly between her legs, until he was kneeling before her. The locomotive rhythm in her heart nearly burst, to think that he would. . . He would lick her. Jacob brushed his attentive lips over her inner thigh; Nessie's stomach tightened restlessly. She wanted him. She may have even needed him—to be with him, like rain and sun.

Forever.

Not just like this. More of him.

Three words.

"Um," Jacob stammered, grinning wolfishly, "have you ever touched yourself, Nessie? You know, masturbation. . ."

Truthfully, until she met him, there was never really a need.

"I. . ." The half-breed blushed profusely, a color that would put a tomato to shame, as the heat rushed through her core. Was this a trick question? Was he going to tell Seth and make fun of her later? No, Jacob wouldn't do that. "Once," she finally confessed, her expression bashful, "but I didn't come or anything. It was more for self-examination."

Unfortunately, the best she had been able to accomplish was arousing herself, recalling the blinding smile of the stranger from the cafe, but the fear of being caught or judged never left.

The shape-shifter nodded, his rough-touch fingers massaging the back of her knees. "That's okay, Nessie. Was there anything you remember liking?" His index finger trailed up between the moist lips of Nessie's southern area, stopping to press down on the clit, earning a small whine of agitated desire. "I mean, is there anything you want me to do?"

Was he really expecting her to talk? How unfair!

"No, not r-really," she answered honestly with a nervous stutter, feeling her voice quiver. Masturbation was a ridiculous concept to muse about, let alone seriously attempt the action once again. Her mind couldn't stay focused, everything was too distracting. That, and it was difficult to stay relaxed to remain aroused. "Sexually, I haven't done a lot."

"And yet you can give an outstanding blowjob, Miss V-Card. Like a pro. The best, if I'm honest. I've never come before while getting some head, " Jacob complimented with a dashing wink, tenderly cupping Renesmee's womanhood through her drowning panties. "Can I take these off?"

She nearly climaxed at the request.

"Yes, Jacob." Her Jacob. "If you want to."

Nessie knew for a fact that Jacob had many women, ones that knew what the hell they were doing and probably could have bested her in arousing him, at pleasing his every sexual whim and need. He was a supremely gorgeous man—a great smile, an enrapturing pair of brown eyes, intriguing copper skin, muscles bulging out of nearly every body part, and was a masterful kisser—what woman wouldn't want a night along with him?

But this wasn't about him, though her brain might have been more at ease if it was, this was about 'returning the favor.' A payback. An obligation.

There must have been some part of him didn't really want to go through with this. Maybe he was even disgusted. After all, she was still a half-vampire.

"Forget about what I want. Tell me what you want, Nessie."

"I want you to touch me, Jacob. Please?"

"Anything you want, Nessie," he vowed—an empty one, she knew. She wanted his heart; she wanted him to stay; she wanted to dream in his arms for the rest of their lives. If he wasn't more careful, she probably would have dragged him down a long aisle, too. "Anything," he repeated, bordering dangerous territory with her. In her mind, all she needed now was a fancy dress. His warm mouth crashed against her inner thigh once again. "I'm gonna need you to open your legs wider. You need to trust me." With her body. With her soul. With her heart. With her life. "I wouldn't ever hurt you for the world."

"I do," the hybrid said. "I trust you, Jacob." Of course she did.

Renesmee then obliged, adjusting her position on the mattress and spread her legs further apart to give Jacob better access of what she had to offer—giving him enough room to work. Slipping of her panties ever-so slowly, the would-be Alpha male's studious black-brown eyes widened the slightest bit at the sight in front of him, and actually licked his lips—hungrily—like a carnivorous mountain lion, staring in a starving haze. Down on her womanhood was a small, thin patch of deep auburn hair—not a bush, just the right amount of trimmed grooming that wouldn't make him feel uncomfortable.

Or Nessie hoped so at least.

When she showered this morning, it wasn't on her list of the things to do—to get Jacob off as well as herself.

"I hope you like it," she uttered idiotically, as if she were talking about a mere object and not a private region of her body.

"Jeez, I wish you could read my mind, Nessie, or maybe I would show you if I had your power. To me, you're already perfection. In the Dictionary, I swear your photograph is under the word beautiful," Jacob spoke reassuringly. "No other woman comes close to you."

"Oh, Jacob," Renesmee exhaled in affection, his name the most flavorful of syllables known to her heart. Jacob was the only one for her. There would never be another soul that would complete hers so well. She wanted to beg Jacob to stay with her forever, never go away again. This could be their eternity. "Jacob. . ."

"Just relax, Nessie," Jacob whispered, smiling warmly. "Try to enjoy this. If we need to stop, then we'll stop."

Stop? They haven't even started yet and already she inwardly pleaded for more.

Being too tauntingly slow, with a pace like a tortoise, Jacob's tongue at last dipped into Nessie's pink slit, tracing her bottom lips to effectively sample the euphoric flavors streaming from her sex. Groaning in anticipation, Nessie's teeth embedded themselves between the taste buds of her own tongue. She would force herself not to yell, for fear of the neighbors overhearing or Jacob happening to hush her. That would take her out of the moment.

"Don't do that," Jacob instructed compassionately. "You're always safe with me. I want to hear you."

Well, when he put it like that. . .

Nessie nodded, her heart on the verge of exploding from an ultimate love, when Jacob's talented tongue carefully licked at her swollen button—suckling gently at the juice flowing out of her warm pool of desire. She mewled softly, transforming into an oasis for Jacob, and become even wetter as his tongue danced, tasted, twirled, and teased at the plump bundle of nerves. He grazed his lips over Renesmee's round rim.

And then, the real magic happened.

Jacob sped up his pace, burying his tongue deep inside the half-human half-vampire teenager—licking and lapping all of her sweet fluids, like honey to the bumble bee. Again, Nessie emitted a sound of sheer desire, her hands gripping frantically at the sheets. It was quickly becoming hard and harder not to scratch into the thin material as Jacob explored the tight cavern of Nessie's secret place.

Her stomach heaved concave up and down breaths, mentally pleading for more attention. Automatically, as though he might have been able to read her mind, Jacob slowly stuck his middle finger the flushed walls of Renesmee's slick entrance, examining the resistance.

"Oh, my god!" Nessie whimpered, partially from the sharp pain and partially from the unforgotten lust. The sensation of something being inside of her was bizarre; however, it was not altogether unwanted. Her center craved for even more, bucking her hips and swirling around Jacob's finger. "Jacob! Don't stop!"

"Shit, Nessie! God, you're so tight!" Jacob exclaimed, his breathing strangely heavy.

Then, he inserted his index finger into her opening, circling his fingers around and searched determinedly for Nessie's spongy button. When Jacob finally found it, Nessie let him know by letting out an intense, blissful scream. He continued to poke, jab, and caress Renesmee's g-spot in a hook motion. She squealed in blatant delight, her body all but convulsing as Jacob's two long fingers kept disappearing in and out of her pussy.

The colors of the room converged—a hallelujah trembled through her core—her body dangling over the inevitable precipice of orgasm. Pounding his digits against her harder and faster—a motion so splendid and so spectacular that her brain couldn't keep up—that she could feel herself ready to respond, the undeniable heat building up in her stomach. So, so, so very close. And then, Jacob twisted his fingers and prodded mercilessly at Nessie's sweet spot.

"You can do it, Nessie. Come for me," Jacob encouraged, his other hand pressing at the center of her clit, and rubbed it to and fro.

Her body immediately obliged to Jacob's command, a gush of extra fluid flourished out of her aroused pussy—expelling an echoing moan and hissed the syllables of his name. "Jacob!" she shouted, every fiber of her being whirling in a starlit paradise. "Jacob, yes!" Her walls contracted countless times, lost somewhere in the stratosphere. But he refused to cease until Renesmee climbed down from the high, and replaced his fingers with his tongue. "Jacob. . . !"

Jacob pushed his tongue between Nessie's damp slit, taking in everything—every ounce of her sweet nectar. When he was finished, Jacob gazed up at Nessie.

"How was that for your first orgasm, Cullen?" the shape-shifter asked, grinning smugly.

"Amazing." Beautiful. Indescribable. What direction was north again? In fact, Nessie couldn't wait to do it again soon. "Thank you," Nessie murmured lazily. "We should get dressed. Grandpa Charlie will be home soon." Stupid priorities.

Jacob let out a tiny groan. "Probably. I have to go take a shower right now," he stated, gesturing to his situation downstairs, huffing and puffing. "Wanna join me?"

The corners of Renesmee's mouth turned upward in a cunning simper, as she sat up on the bed, and arched a questioning eyebrow. Why couldn't he just say it? "Nice try, Jake."

His dark chocolate orbs raked over the half-breed's creamy white skin. "Can't blame a guy for trying. That's for sure."

Depression seized the morning sunlight, a thunderstorm raging outside—the banging and thrashing of the purplish-gray sky, the onslaught of never ending cold rain falling onto the hard ground, and the constant waiting and never knowing. There was a silence amongst the forest, however, as the squirrels collected nuts, as the sparrows built themselves sturdy nests, as the leaves fluttered to the ground from the rain's attack, as the wolves hid under trees to keep dry from the rain, as Nessie Black remained within her cozy prison—though it was once her home with Jacob.

It was now or never.

Somewhere out there, Faethra was waiting to killer either Jacob or Nessie, armed with her bows and arrows—her blood, their poison. A few months ago, Jacob had brutally killed a fellow golden hind alone; and sadly made Faethra the last of her kind. She deemed Jacob a ruthless murderer and promised to teach him a lesson in mercy. Faethra was stronger than any shape-shifter, faster than any bloodsucker, and more strategic than the Volturi. Hunting traps were laid out across the forest, all meant for Jacob. For the sake of revenge, not justice. A game of cat and mouse. Already, the eleven year-old Claire Young had lost her life along with Sam, Brady, Kim, and Jared. But the chaos would soon halt if the Alpha's mate ever decided to willingly meet with the last hind and sacrifice her life for Jacob's. No more lives needed to be ended.

That very morning, Jacob found Renesmee in the kitchen, mindlessly stirring up a mug of freshly brewed hot coffee, and gently added a bluish-white powder—probably a weird sugar. Despite the despair in the air, Nessie was happily humming a sweet tune for her husband, a good change from her annoyed mood. It seemed she was back to her normal self, finally content with never getting to leave their newlywed home.

"Hey, Nessie," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her slender waist from behind, and trailed his lips against the back of her neck. "Good morning."

"Good morning, honey," Renesmee replied chipperly, kissing Jacob on the cheek. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah-huh. Better than I have in a long time."

"That's good to hear."

"How about you?"

"I was in your arms—what does that tell you?" Her milk chocolate orbs twinkled.

"Even though it's your mom's birthday?"

Nessie sighed, rolling her eyes. "I know that, Jacob. There is no need to remind me."

"Sorry," Jacob mumbled apologetically. "I meant-"

"That's okay," Nessie interrupted, not up for an explanation. Too much was on her mind already. "I'm a little bummed I won't be able to celebrate with Mom today, but I can cope," she replied with a nonchalant shrug. It didn't matter anyway. Not today. "Being under house arrest is a lousy way of shopping for a gift."

Jacob sat at the end of the dining table as Nessie handed him the green mug. "I promise you, Nessie, we will get Faethra soon. I won't let our friends die in vain."

But when? A hundred years from now? She couldn't stay cooped up inside forever like a caged zoo animal, living in a constant fear—that during one of Jacob's afternoon patrols, there was always a chance she would never seem him again. "Jacob, I love you. There is nothing in this great world more true for me, but how much longer will this take? Until Faethra gets tired of waiting and busts open the front door? You know it's not in my nature to always be some damsel in distress locked in a tower."

"What do you want me to do, Nessie?" Jacob inquired solemnly, furrowing his eyebrows. "Let Faethra kill me? Kill you? I can't. So, just drop it and let it go." He was using the Alpha tone with her, a defense that never worked for Nessie. She wasn't one of his followers, she was his partner damn it! He took several large gulps of coffee. "There isn't a life for me if you're not in it."

"Listen to me, Jacob. I am not a porcelain doll you can keep from breaking. This is madness. Someone needs to take action against Faethra," Renesmee said, grimacing at him.

Jacob made a disgusted face—not at her—but at the taste of the liquid. "Hey, did you put something different in this coffee? It tastes kinda funky."

"No, it's regular coffee. Don't change the subject." The half-human half-vampire climbed in Jacob's lap, encircling her arms around his thick neck, putting a hand to his cheek—not to show him pictures, just to touch. Nessie wanted him close to her and never wanted to let him go. A flat breath sunk into her chest, her warm brown eyes suddenly glazed over in tears. "Jacob, you have to know that I do love you. That will never change, no matter where I am. And I promise to never leave you."

"I love you, too, Nessie. If I didn't, I wouldn't be this crazy," Jacob said, yawning exhaustively. Their mouths connected feverishly, soaking in each others light as much as they could. Power and energy passed and traded into their hearts momentarily, when their tongues crashed hungrily. As Nessie felt his determination and courage surge through her, she knew that would be all she needed this last time. "Nessie. . ." he murmured tiredly, struggling to keep his eyes open.

"I know." She kissed his lips. "I love you." She kissed his forehead. "I love you." She kissed his right cheek. "I love you." She kissed his left cheek. "I love you."

"What's happening? Nessie, wha. . .?" The question withered away on his lips, unable to use enough energy to even speak. He could only look at his wife as she stood up, her hands clasped together.

"I'm sorry, Jacob. I'm so sorry. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me. Forgive me."

That last kiss I'll cherish

Until we meet again

And time makes it harder

I wish I could remember

But I keep your memory

You visit me in my sleep

My darling

Who knew?