A/N: So? I enjoy this and I hope you do too - there are a lot of lines in here that I'm proud, for making me giggle or otherwise. It's not extraordinary but I like it. I do enjoy the ending and the quote an awful lot - it's one I've been saving in my quote folder since the beginning of HoM but just now found a place for it.

Um, besides that there's nothing much really to say. Oh, I guess I'll take another few lines to continue to pimp myself out - keep adding me on twitter and keep checking out Alphas and Imprints! Um, yeah. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own it and I'm trying to type this and listen to the VMAs at the same time so my concentration's definitely split. Kanye West just doesn't want people to like him, does he?


Say What Now?



hey silly girl, i think i got a thing for you
from late nights spent driving in this stolen car

- +44, cliff diving

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I turned over onto my stomach and pillowed my head on my arms, sighing with relief. After a good run of fuck-ups, things finally seemed to be going good with me.

I controlled myself. I didn't jump my girl - I got her off me and we talked, albeit awkwardly as hell, and she understood. And I controlled myself.

Even when she was smelling more delicious than any scent on the planet. That was just how much I loved her.

She had been embarrassed at first, that I could smell her arousal, how much she wanted me but she seemed to get over it. She understood that it made being with her a little harder and she - except for one scary, tempting moment where she asked me to just give in to my wolf-instincts - accepted it. Especially once I explained to her the difference between the wolf-instincts and the human ones.

The human ones that wanted Nessie's first time to be special and magical and beautiful and the wolf ones that just wanted to charge into that bathroom and take her up against the shower wall.

Shit. That was not a mental image I needed first thing in the morning when I was trying to exercise self-control.

And after it all, Nessie had curled up into my side and thanked me for talking to her. I don't know what flipped on the switchboard of my fate but things finally seemed to be going right and I wasn't about to question it.

Then, this morning, nothing was even awkward. Even after everything.

I laid there, kinda fading in and out of sleep for a good minute while Nessie had her shower. Yeah, and on top of all of that, the little pixie had just called and given us five days. Five, after weeks of doing two days at a time. Since we were in no hurry now, I wanted to try and find an auto shop to get some stuff to work on the car with. We'd been running her pretty hard lately, and besides, I kinda missed it.

Then I heard Nessie's light footsteps, opened my eyes, and dropped my jaw.

She was bent over her bag, rifling through it. And she was in a towel. A thin, tiny-ass towel.

My eyes were glued to her, my heart was in my throat and my blood . . . well, it wasn't in my brain.

She - she just looked so . . . fine. I'd never seen her this close to naked. Her body was glorious. The towel hardly covered any of her smooth white legs or her shoulders, which were bare. Her skin was so beautiful.

She leant down a little further to reach something from the very bottom of her bag, her curls spilling over her shoulder. The towel was damp and clung to her body, her breasts, her hips. Her . . . her ass.

God, her ass looked good in that towel.

I watched a drop of water trail down from the back of her neck, down her back, between her shoulder blades until it finally disappeared into the towel.

Guess I could just go ahead and add towel to the list of irrational things I was jealous of.

Nessie pulled a tiny pair of purple panties and a black bra from her bag, and my eyes flitted from her body to them momentarily. Wondering how they'd look on her. When I dragged my eyes back up to her face, I found her watching me.

Shit. Caught again.

"Hey," Nessie said quietly, her cheeks turning pink.

"Hey," I returned, since I didn't know what to say.

"I - I thought you had went back to sleep." She reached out with her arm, drawing it away from the knot at the front of the towel that held it on before she snatched it back. "I didn't want to wake you to ask you to bring my bag."

Once this message had been received by my brain, delayed by the lack of blood flow in the rest of my body to carry it there, I realized that probably meant she didn't want me gawking at her like a pervert.

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to - to look away or - ?"

Nessie laughed, her shoulders shaking slightly and doing wonderful things to her body. "No, that doesn't make any sense, Jake. I'll just get my clothes and go change."

"You can change here," I decided, jumping out of the bed quickly. I angled my body carefully so she hopefully wouldn't notice the affect her gorgeousness had on me. "I'll go shower now."

I reached over her and grabbed my bag and had almost made it to the bathroom before her voice stopped me.

"Hey, Jake." I turned my torso towards her only. Watched a curl fall forward onto her towel. "What did Alice say?"

"Oh." I had to actually shake my head to clear it. "She gave us five days - I guess they're gaining on him, or at least have got him running."

"Oh. Okay."

So I went, pushing the bathroom door halfway to. Wasn't sure if I'd be able to resist little Jake's screaming after that little incident. And combined with all that went on last night?

I actually was able to resist, but only by speed-showering, Any longer along and I wouldn't have been able to resist the allure of closing my eyes and imagining how last night would have gone if I hadn't been able to control my wolf and Nessie hadn't cared.

Nessie was dressed and brushing her hair when I got back out. I asked Nessie if she was cool with staying here another night and she said she was. Then she asked to brush my hair.

It had to have been one of the single best things I've ever experienced. I hardly ever used a brush in my hair, but I don't think that was it - it had to have been that it was Nessie's hand guiding the brush. She sat in front of me while she did it, pulling the brush through it in long strokes that made me want to close my eyes and fall back asleep if it weren't for the fact that I needed to watch her eyes.

Then she dropped the brush and buried her fingers in my hair, running them through. I suddenly didn't care so much about working on the car anymore. She removed her fingers pretty quick, blushing I guess since it looked like she hadn't been planning on that last part. I didn't mind.

"All - all done," she muttered, not looking at me.

I kissed her once, chastely, lips closed, as thanks. Any more wouldn't be good for me. Or maybe too good for me.

I thanked her verbally too and ran my fingers through my hair before I pulled it back, using the band that was usually around my wrist. I remembered as I did it how Nessie had shown me how much she liked it when I did that - I smirked when I saw her watching from the corner of my eye. I didn't see what she found so attractive about it but I wasn't about to complain.

We ended up eating burgers and finding an auto shop that had pretty much everything I needed. Nessie didn't have anything else she wanted to do so we headed back to the hotel for me to work on the car.

I spent a good bit of the day doing that. It really didn't need much work besides an oil change and the tires rotated but I messed with it for half the afternoon anyway. It felt good to do something normal.

It was hot as hell though, so I ended up taking off my shirt and sticking it in my back pocket. All for the better, since I'd probably end up ruining it if I left it on for much longer.

Nessie watched me from the steps, but since I couldn't see her from there I was disappointed. I mean, I kinda wished she would sit out in the sun even though I couldn't ask her to do that even if she didn't burn. I just loved the way her skin looked in the sun and I just didn't get to see that so much back in Forks.

I about jumped through my skin when I heard Nessie's quiet voice right behind me ask, "Whatcha doin'?"

"Just changing the oil," I told her, wiping my greasy hands off on my jeans. You know, so I wouldn't get grease on Nessie. Just in case. You never know what might happen.

"I thought you already did that."

"I checked the brakes." Silly Nessie. Girl was a genius but she didn't know a damn thing about cars.

"Oh." Nessie was quiet for a second, her eyes stuck on my chest. "Are - are hot? Do you need a drink or something?"

"I'm fine." I was, but if she was asking me if I was hot, I was probably sweaty so I pulled my shirt from my pocket and wiped my face and chest with it. I was pretty sure sweat wasn't too attractive.

Nessie took a step closer to me. "How much more do you have to do?"

"To tell you the truth, I'm pretty much done after I change the oil," I confessed, sticking my shirt back in my pocket. "I just haven't messed with any cars for awhile and I kind of miss it."

"Oh, well don't let me keep you." She was so sweet. "I'm just - watching."

"Are you bored?" I didn't want her to just have to sit and watch me play with cars all day.

"No, no." She shook her head. "I . . . like watching you work."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Her cheeks went pink. "So . . . why don't you show me what you're doing?"

Nessie had never asked me that before. Not since she was really little and we'd found out quick she didn't have an interest in it like I did. She always sat and watched me work though, handed me things when I asked for them.

Even though I was pretty sure she was doing it just to be nice, it was an excuse to be closer to her so I snapped it up. I showed her how to do a full tune-up, since it was important she knew how anyway. I mean, I wasn't sure exactly where Nessie'd be broken down without me, but like Billy'd told the twins, girls needed to know this stuff.

But if there were any flat tires, I'd be changing them.

Nessie's face progressively got more and more vacant as I explained and I knew I would have to cut it off soon. Her eyes were never on what I was showing her - they were on me. My hair, my eyes or my mouth. It made it damn hard to concentrate.

I glanced back at her from the engine to see her pulling that perfect lip across her teeth again, her eyes fixed on my neck. Damn.

Time to wrap it up.

"And that's how you do it." No response. "Nessie?"

"Yeah?" I saw her shake her head as I pulled her back into reality. I wonder what she was thinking about . . . "Mm. Oh, okay."

My girl hadn't heard a damn thing.

"You didn't hear me, did you?" I called her out, smiling so she'd know I didn't care.

Her face got the tiniest bit ashamed. "Sorry."

"It's okay, Ness. I can't expect everyone to care about cars as much as I do." Besides, you're too damn cute to get mad at.

"I want to, though," she pressed. "I do want to know about things that make you happy."

"You make me happier than any car could." I reached out to draw her into my arms out of habit before I realized I probably stunk. "You probably don't want to hug me until I've got a shower, huh?"

Nessie shook her head fiercely and reached for me. "I don't care. I don't care at all."

God.

"I'm sweaty, though," I warned her. "And I probably stink."

"You don't stink." She stepped forward and took my hand. "And sweaty I don't mind."

Oh, fuck. I think that girl actually made me turn pink.

But I pulled her into my arms anyway. She felt so good against me as she leaned into my chest, pressing her face into my skin. Her scent, sweet and clean, surrounded me. Even without the extra kick, it was perfect. I wanted her so bad.

Then she tilted her head up to look at me, her lips brushing my chest - and I needed her.

I twirled my fingers around a curl hanging over my hand on her waist and looked down at her, perfect and amazing and tried to control myself. I wanted her so, so bad and I think - I think she wanted me too.

And even though I'd seen her dreams and fantasies, the hood of the car in broad daylight just wouldn't do.

Nessie's eyes honed in on my mouth and her teeth pulled her lip back between them again.

But I needed to do something.

"Do you - do you want to go back inside, Ness?"

Nessie's eyes darkened, just a little, and she shivered in my arms. Then she nodded.

Yes.

I let her go and stepped back from her. "Okay, let me just - lock up the car and get my stuff."

Nessie nodded and walked back to our hotel room and I just had to watch her leave. A knot of nerves settled itself into my stomach.

I was nervous. Why? I had kissed Nessie a thousand times but it had never been quite like this, planned out - stated. Nessie knew what I wanted and she agreed and now she was in there just waiting for me and I - God.

I locked the car up fast as hell, throwing my shit into the trunk and slamming the hood. I clicked the lock and restrained myself from heading back into the room at a run, my blood pounding in my head like a pulse.

Nessie was standing with her back to me when once I got inside, swinging the door shut behind me and for a second I just froze. Even from the back she was stunning: her hair, the line of her waist and the curve of her ass. Perfection.

And mine.

My control broke and a second later, I had her in my arms and against my lips. I lifted her into my arms, straight off the ground, and kissed her. Kissed her like I never had before - we'd had our share of passionate kisses in the past few weeks but none of them had been like this.

Nessie drew her legs up around my back and locked them around me, holding herself tight against me and I knew that my legs were going to give soon from pure lust. She nipped at my lips and I lost it, kissing her even harder with one thought in my mind.

No, two thoughts.

Bed, and more.

I slid my hand to her hips and started walking us in the direction of the bed. I ended up walking straight into it, jolting both of us and making me laugh at my own stupidity and happiness right about now. Nessie clutched me harder to her when I lowered us down on the bed and I wasn't complaining.

And then I was on top of her, and it was perfect.

I loved holding her, but laying with her was a thousand times better. I could feel every curve of her body, pressed under mine, and my hands were free to touch. I loved to touch.

Nessie did too apparently because her hands kept rubbing across my chest, her fingernails catching my nipples and making me hiss and my stomach clench. Intentionally, I knew. Because I knew my girl.

I buried one hand in her curls and kept the other one on her hip. Nessie unhooked her legs from around my waist but arched her back when she did it, bringing her hips up into my stomach. Shit.

I shifted, making sure my hips were pushed firmly into the bed under Nessie's and not touching her body in any way. I wasn't sure how long could hold off my body's reaction.

Nessie and I had talked about - about me leading her, right? Last night? About progressing slowly?

I slid my fingertips under the hem of her shirt to touch the soft skin underneath and fought a losing battle with little Jake. Was this okay?

I think it was, because Nessie gasped into my mouth and rolled her hips forward into my stomach, the movement sliding my hand back until it was pressed against the small of her back.

Her skin was so soft, so amazing. But I had to check.

I pried myself away from her lips but couldn't go far, leaning down to kiss her neck. "Is - this - okay?"

I wasn't sure what the hell had come over me. Was it that I had gotten permission? That last night Nessie had expressed just how much she wanted me and that she wanted me to do this? To touch her and show her?

Was that why I was losing my fucking mind?

That had to be the reason, because as I kissed her soft, sweet-smelling neck I had a new urge. An urge to do more than taste it.

Before I could stop myself or even think twice, I had parted my lips and bitten the soft skin of her neck gently. It felt primal and animalistic and right and good and it didn't help that Nessie let out a strangled moan in response.

That didn't sound like I'd done anything wrong.

So did that mean that I could do this?

I drew the skin between my teeth into my mouth gently, experimentally. I wanted to know what Nessie liked.

"Jac-ob."

Fuck. Nessie liked that.

I didn't want to hurt her though, so I let her go then. Ran my tongue over the place I'd bitten to sooth it.

Then I remembered: my girl had called my name.

"Yeah, Ness?"

"Don't - " Nessie pulled my face back up until our lips were brushing again. She was so beautiful. "Don't - stop."

"S'not too much?" I asked, kissing her again instead of groaning out loud at the feelings her words evoked in me.

"No." She rolled her hips into my stomach again and groaned. She was panting. "No, Jacob, I swear."

She swore. My girl swore and she would never lie to me.

I gave myself back over to it, the hard pounding in my body. Not all the way, of course, but some. Let myself feel the beautiful girl under me.

I wasn't aware my hands had been moving until my fingertips bumped stiff fabric. I bit back a groan when I realized what it was.

Nessie pulled back from my lips and I was sure it was to tell me that she'd had enough for today, that this was the limit for now. And I was okay with that - I wasn't even sure how we got here.

I wasn't expecting her to gaze up at me, all panting breath and sparkling eyes and swollen lips and say, "You can - you can . . . unhook it if you want."

Say what now?


Coming up:

I took it as a sign she wasn't mad as I dressed in the grey sweatpants and white shirt she had laid out. Besides the wolf shirt, Nessie seemed to like the white ones best. I would have to buy a couple packs once we got back home.

I came out of the bathroom to see Nessie sprawled out on the bed, looking delicious as ever, and watching COPS. How could this night get anymore awesome?

I threw myself beside her on the bed just as the theme song came on. Now, from the time I was about five to the time I was about eleven, the COPS song was my jam. I even learned the words to the reggae rap part in the middle. Between that and America's Most Wanted, I was set - although Billy made me stop watching that after I kept spotting murderers and rapists in the grocery store.