47. Wax On - Wax Off.

As they drove through the now torrential rain, Ness settled against Jake's shoulder, the wipers soothing with their mechanical hum against the glass. His arm wound around hers as he rubbed his stubbled jaw against the top of her head. "Apart from being manically abused by a crazy person, did you kind of have an alright night?" he asked. The evening had not exactly gone as Jacob had planned. Between dipshit Quill and Jakes Ex, Ness had been groped and objectified then vilified, defamed and insulted. He had hoped the evening would be a little bit like a date, what with the sunsets and bonfires and all.

She leaned into his shoulder, kissing the damp leather that was covering his skin. "It was really nice, sweetie," she said, knowing he needed a little reassuring. "It was nice to get to hang out with your friends too. The sunset was so pretty, thank you for showing me, it had the makings of a really romantic evening… that was until Paul brought her along," she said, leaning up and kissing his cheek, her lips lingering on the smooth skin above his five o'clock shadow. "Last New Year's had the making of one too. I'm noticing a common theme occurring here," she giggled, letting go of the tension of the evening, releasing the negative thought of others. "At least it was a bit better than last time I had a public display with Aponi," she sighed.

"No drunken vomits into the toilet," he chuckled.

"No 'I never, ever,' game in sight." Ness was hopeful that, over time, that particular event would be forgotten by most.

He ran his hands lovingly along her leg as he drove, smoothing over the denim, and settling his hand on her inner thigh, the tips of his fingers curling under between her leg and the seat. "You came on to me so bad that night," he said, reminiscing, happy to just be holding her… for now.

"What? What did I do?" she squealed, not remembering much after midnight of that fateful night.

"Not that much, you just did your little sexy voice and kept making it very hard for me to say no when we got home," he laughed, knowing Ness pretty much wanted to wipe that entire evening clean off the slate.

"Oh my god, you must have thought I was such a slut," she moaned, mortified she had been such a hoochie.

"No, but I do want to try something that I didn't get to do that night when we get back to the house now," he said, a smug look forming on his face as he gave her thigh a provocative squeeze. The edge of his pinkie brushing against her sex.

Ness raised her eye brow, "What?" she asked, her voice raising up an octave in carnal curiosity as she poked him in the ribs, her imagination going wild.

"You'll just have to wait and see if I can find it," he smiled, winking at her as he bit down on his bottom lip.

Ness squirmed in her seat. Did he have sex toys that she knew nothing about? "Will it hurt?" she asked.

"Shit Ness, I don't have a fucking whip!" he cackled, his hand returning to the steering wheel. "Get your dirty mind out of the dirty gutter. You dirty little girl," he said, continuing to laugh as Nessie's cheeks burned. "I'm afraid you're going to be bitterly disappointed now."

When they arrived back at the little red house, it was still pouring rain. They both made a dash for it, getting soaked in the few seconds it took to get to the porch. Ness found it much harder to navigate the rough gravel in the darkened wet. Jake took Nessie's hand and virtually dragged her through the front door. The house was quiet and dark, apart from the lamp Billy had left on for the kids. Jake raced ahead, as Ness entered his room he was already stripping off, his wet boots by her side of the bed, his parka and sweater on the floor. He was in the middle of taking off his t-shirt as he searched through the back of his wardrobe. Ness sat on the side of the bed, and took of her sodden canvas sneakers and wet socks. She had just taken her outer jacket and fleece off, her arms still entwined in the sleeves when an old white t-shirt came flying at her, landing like a turban on her head.

With outstretched pincers, Ness lifted the material off her head, holding it out in front of her as she sent Jacob an enquiring look.

"Will you put it on?" he asked, grinning like a fool.

'"Why?"

"Don't you recognise it?" he asked, "I have wanted to take that god damn shirt off of your body for nine damn months."

Holding it by the sleeves, Renesmee held the t-shirt out in front of her, the front was faced by a large symbol, a deep red silhouette of a karate-ka doing a side kick, the words ' Shotokan Dojo – Forks,' written in a circle around the outline. Ness had a brief flash of memory, this was the shirt Jacob had lent her last New Year's Eve.

She let out a silly giggle. He was so sentimental sometimes.

"Put it on so I can take it off," he bid, his smile shining in the lamp light, his eyes roaming over her as she sat in wet jeans and a white cotton vest.

"All right then, turn around," she sang, motioning him to turn with her fingers. Jake did as he was told and Ness quickly slipped off her top and bra and let the material of her lover's shirt slide over her bare skin. It took a little longer to undo her brace, and she caught Jake sneaking a glimpse over his shoulder.

"No peaking, or I'll have to make you do push ups or something as punishment," she teased. Once she'd slipped her jeans off, she carefully knelt on the mattress, her knee twinged a little but she made herself relax into the soft bed. She wanted to try using it a bit more, so she knelt up, letting her good knee take more of her weight. Ness let the shirt fall down her leg, covering over her panties, then down to her mid-thigh. "Okay sensei, I'm ready for my lesson now."

He spun on his heels, and crawled up on to the bed, stalking his way up on all fours. He kept crawling up until he was flush with Ness, his body pressed against hers as she leant back, untucking her knee, until her head was resting on pillows. He knelt over her hips and sat back on her thighs.

" Wax on, wax off," he said, his open palms brushing over her breast, stimulating the nipples below the white cotton. "Shirt on, shirt off?" he pondered aloud to himself, his hands crawling along her tummy, sending tickled shivers up her torso from his light touch. His fingers slinked further up under her top, as he continued the circular patterns with his palms, the sparks flying between them.

"Shirt off," declared Ness, as she arched her back off the bed, lifting the shirt up and over her head. Her fingers found the edge of Jake's waist band and started to tug down. "Pants off," she ordered, as she pushed them down over his hips.

Jacob stood on his old mattress and finished taking his jeans off, all the while his eyes raking over Nessie's. Laughing at her hurry-along eagerness, he dropped roughly to his hands and knees, Ness getting enjoyably jostled as she lay between his legs, his palms flat on the sheet either side of her shoulders. He appraised the goddess that was laying beneath him, exposed in all her glory, in nothing but that sheer creamy lace thong he loved. Her hair was fanned over the pillow, some still rolling over her boobs and curling into her waist. He was one lucky bastard.

Her body had softened somewhat over the last few months, the hard lines of her six pack now more supple, not that Jake minded in the least, in fact, he was amazed there was anything about her that could be improved, but it had. It had improved into that sexy centre track and slight ripple of muscle that swimsuit models have, her waist still so small he could almost get both hands around it. His eyes traced their way down her legs as they lay stretched out between his knees. Looking over the scars on her left leg, he turned his gaze down the other, loving how the inner curve on her thigh always suggested a pathway, leading his gaze upwards to her centre.

He lent down, his lips meeting hers in a soft kiss, nibbling and sucking on her lips, his tongue caressing hers as he breathed his warm breath into her mouth. His lips grazed provocatively against her jaw, his mouth tugging on her ear. The breath sent a shiver over her skin as the cool moisture evaporated off. Jake dragged his nose down her throat, into the hollow at the base, before sinking his face into her cleavage. He placed soft kisses up and down her rolling clavicle and into the crook of her neck. He could hear her breathing hitch as his hand found her nipple and started rolling it between his thumb and fingers.

"Oh God, I love you, Jacob," moaned Ness, her hands coming up and fisting into his long hair as she pulled him down for more tongue tussling kisses.

Nessie's hands were all over his back, raking her nails over the valleys of his muscle, massaging over his deltoid, her hand fitting the bulk like a cup. He continued to kiss her, his hand reaching between them as he pulled the lace of her G- string to the side and his fingers ran through her hot slick.

"Shit," he panted, "you're so wet." His fingers entered her as she moved her leg to the outside of his hips, wrapping around his waist.

"Only you do that to me, Jake," she exhaled. Her hips were unconsciously bucking against his hand as he continued his devotions, the familiar tightening in her abdomen beginning.

He broke away, his hands coming up to her breast as he butterflied kisses down her body. His hot mouth finding its way over her breasts, his tongue traced concentric circles around the nipple before taking small nips and sucking. Jacob held both handfuls, pressing them together, his mouth darting back and forwards between both pink pebbles as if he couldn't decide which one he wanted to sample first. Eventually deciding on one, he sucked it deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking it while his drawing pulls were matched by the contractions in her wet refuge.

Jake continued on his journey, peppering wet caresses over her softened lines, until his lips met with the lace on her hips. His fingers traced along the seam, lightly brushing over her stomach, causing an involuntary tightening, her whole body reacting as a pleasant tension rolled through her. His roughened hands found purchase on the delicate material as he zig-zagged it over her hips. Leaving her lingerie half way down her thigh, he buried his face in her soft curls, his tongue dipping along her slit and ending on her sensitive nub. His mouth sucked and licked as his fingers re-entered her, pressing upwards into her G-spot.

Ness let out a loud moan as he played her like an instrument. "Aaaah. Oh my fucking god!" she cried out loudly.

Jake lifted his hand up, covering her mouth, "Ssssh," he laughed quietly, looking up at her from his position between her thighs, "Dad's just in the next room. The walls are thin, Ness."

"Well, don't be so good at this then," she replied more quietly, still mewing from the sensations.

"I can't help it if I'm the master," he quipped, his fingers flicking over her sensitive nub, causing Ness to call out again. This time she blindly grabbed at a pillow and stuffed it over her face to muffle her sounds of pleasure as Jake settled back between her legs, showing her just how good he was. A few more minutes of attention and Ness was writhing under him, her body just on the precipice when he stopped, and pulled her lace all the way off. Stretching out on top of her, his buff chest pressed over her breast, he shoved the pillow to the side and kissed her, his mouth working he lips with the same skill he'd worked her other lips seconds earlier. She could taste herself on him, feeling all the more turned on by the experience. He lined himself up with her opening and sheathed himself, letting out a moan he muffled against her mouth.

She wrapped her leg around his waist, using the heel of her foot to yank him into her, the other leg resting on his calf. He started slowly, an accelerando beat increasing until he was pumping into her at a vivace tempo. Her leg pulled him in thrust for thrust, until he started to feel her rolling spasm tremoring around him. Her breathing was panted as she approached her crescendo. Ness lifted her head, pressing her lips into the bulk of his shoulder as she came around him, her screams muffled as she bit gently into his skin. That combined feeling of pleasure and pain as she marked him with a base desire, in conjunction with her hot, tight, heat squeezing him, had Jacob pulling back one last time and shoving himself as far inside of her as he could go, emptying out his essence, as her walls milked him dry. He smashed his lips onto hers as he roared in his frenzy, his mouth slipping off hers and scratching its way down her cheek as he stilled. Jacob's face was buried in her curls by her neck, his breath laboured hot by her ear. She flopped both her arms and legs by her side, like a starfish in a warm tidal pool as he sprawled prone on top, too spent to move.

They lay like that, catching their breath until he softened and he rolled off. Ness turned over onto her side, sinking back as Jacob sat up, grabbing the covers, and settled in behind her. His nose once again pressed into her hair as he gulped in her lavender and cherry sent. "I love you Ness," he said, kissing between her shoulder blades.

She leant back and turned to him, her cheek rubbing against his nose and jaw, the rough stubble from the end of the day comforting and masculine. "I love you too, babe. You really are the master sensei," she said laughing, still in her pleasure haze.

"Only because I have a very willing student to practise on," he droned into her ear as his hand cupped over her tit.

" Doh-mow oh-ree-gah-toe, Sensei," she called quietly, mimicking the sign of respect to a Sensei after class. She had been paying attention. He had sat his promotional exams a few weeks ago, once again proving to himself that he still had the skill and competence to wear the black-belt he'd previously attained as a twelve year old. It had been a proud moment for Ness, finally being able to support Jake as he trained and competed, just as he had supported her.

"I'm never going to be able to say 'Sensei' in class again without thinking of fucking you now. The cotton is so thin on those 'gi' pants, they leave nothing to the imagination…. Thanks," he said sarcastically, pressing his face into her shoulder blade and kissing it.

Ness gave a little giggle thinking about Jacob getting a hard on in the middle of class. "You're welcome Jacob- san."