Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

A/N: This came to me this afternoon and I just had to write it. Words can't adequately explain how much I miss writing these boys. It's utter, unashamed fluff and a little sneak peek into a bit of Adam and Jake's future together. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 36: Outtake

"The last movie created by Disney studios concerning Native Americans was in 1995, Pocahontas, which was set on the coast of Virginia."

Adam stood behind a walnut podium, his hair tied back in a low ponytail, dressed in a dark gray suit and an open collared white shirt, looking for all the world like he'd stepped from the pages of Esquire magazine. He simply oozed power and confidence, and if it weren't for the hundred or so people around me I would have pounced on him.

"Jake," Ellen whispered, tugging my sleeve and I leaned down to listen to her. "Daddy looks very handsome, doesn't he?"

I nodded and smiled, and held a finger to my lips to tell her to shush. She nodded solemnly and turned back to watch Adam's speech. Her fingertips twisted around the edge of her dress seemingly unconsciously and I smiled to myself. Sitting still was never Ellen's strongest skill.

"It has been a great honor for me to be able to tell another story with Disney/ Pixar regarding my people. This story in particular is incredibly close to my heart and it almost goes without saying that it would not have been possible without the help and support of my husband, Jacob."

All three of my girls turned to look at me and I blushed.

"The Last Wolf tells the Quileute tribe's oldest story; that the tribe are descended from a breed of shape shifting wolves who protect their people from dangerous outsiders."

I let my mind wander then, I was familiar with the story. Adam had been given the job of head of production on this movie after he'd pitched it to the bosses at Pixar and, needless to say, it had taken over all our lives for nearly three years. Today had been so long in the coming, it was his chance to show the world what he'd been working on, the first public showing of the movie and the associated press releases.

We'd pulled all three of the girls out of school because I wanted them there to see exactly what it was that Adam had been doing. They didn't mind; with Maddie's help they were dressed in candy colored dresses, their hair lying in long, straight curtains down their backs, each of them looking so much like my sisters. Thankfully they weren't going to be the only children in the audience.

A burst of applause shocked me out of my reverie and I quickly joined in as Adam slipped into the seat next to me, slipping his hand in mine.

"You were amazing up there," I whispered to him.

"Shush," he said teasingly, brushing his lips over my ear.

As the theater darkened I turned and kissed his lips. He smiled against me.

Just when I thought it was all over, the press storm hit as The Last Wolf was nominated for award after award. I shouldn't have been surprised. Paintings that Adam had created when we were teenagers of the view from his bedroom window had been the main source of inspiration for the color palette for the film and, as someone who had grown up in that world of softly glowing green, I could really appreciate how beautifully he captured the essence of the Pacific Northwest.

He wanted me with him for the Golden Globes, then again for the Academy Awards a few weeks later. The girls threw huge tantrums when we said they couldn't come to LA with us for the ceremonies; as Adam's face had become more recognizable over the past few months we'd gone to great lengths to make sure our children were well protected. I'd given in and allowed them to go to the film's main premiere, but there was no way I was going to let an eleven year old and two nine year olds into the media circus of the awards season.

They stayed with Lena and Maddie, and Paxton and Harper and pretended they didn't like it when they really did. Anna in particular sulked for days after we returned and Maddie teased us endlessly that we should get used to it, that she would be like this for the next ten years or so. I was expecting it of her, really, she was so like me sometimes it was scary.

There were times he had to go off for a few days, or longer like when the film was released in Japan and he was part of the team making sure everything went smoothly. That time I was left alone to look after all three girls by myself for a week; I worked much, much shorter hours that week as I battled with homework and lunchboxes and endless piles of laundry.

When I heard the door slam shut to signal his arrival home I was half way through making bolognaise sauce and the girls were sat at the kitchen table doing homework. They screamed and ran for the hallway. I turned off the burner, resisted the temptation to scream and ran for the hallway too.

Adam was laughing and pulling them all into a hug, dropping kisses everywhere as they threw question after question at him. He looked up to where I was leaning against the doorway into the kitchen and when his dark eyes met mine again I let myself smile as well. He gently removed each of our daughters from where they were clinging to him and took long strides across the open space until he was in my arms again.

"Too long," he whispered into my neck as I tried to get as close as humanly possible to him. "I can't be away from you for that long. Never again."

"Never again," I echoed and kissed across his cheek until I found his mouth.

The girls had disappeared, back to their homework, or to the TV if they thought Adam and I would be distracted for long enough not to notice. No doubt Lacey would be leading the rebellion.

My arms were around his neck, pulling the tie from his hair and flinging it across the hall so I could thread my fingers through his hair. Adam kissed me softly at first, reverently and my heart stuttered with the longing, the missing him. It was me who pushed back first, demanding more of him; the soft slide of his tongue into my mouth as his hands grabbed at my ass and I gasped like a girl as he chuckled against me.

"I love you," he murmured in a low, rough voice.

"Forever," I agreed.

He followed me like a shadow as I finished making dinner and battled with the girls to get them to finish their homework. We ate one handed, holding hands where the girls couldn't see us. And washed up standing side by side, flicking soap suds at each other and stealing kisses wherever we could.

Adam read the girls a bedtime story while I made their lunches for the next day, even those twenty minutes apart feeling like too much until he was back with me again, the sound of his feet loud on the stairs as he took them two at a time. I waited with my back to the counter as he came to a skidding stop and buried his nose in my neck.

I held him for a long time until our breathing and heartbeats were in sync again. I wanted to know all about his trip, about everything, but not yet. Not until we'd reconnected again.

"And they wondered if the imprinting would ever wear off," he said, amused.

"It's still there, alright," I agreed. "Shit, Adam this last week has been hell. I can't sleep properly without you."

"Me too. Jake, do you want another baby?"

"What?" I demanded, pulling back enough that I could look at him. "Where did that come from? Why do you ask? Do you want one?"

He laughed. "I don't know. One of my colleagues is pregnant and I just… sort of miss having a baby around, you know?"

"I haven't thought about it," I admitted. "I like the way we are, Adam. With the ages the girls are now it seems like the wrong time to bring another child into the family."

"Yeah, you're probably right," he sighed.

"Go and play with Lena's kids," I teased him. "It'll make you remember all the reasons why we gave up the idea of babies."

He smiled and leaned in to kiss me again. "Yeah, you're probably right. I love you. Come to bed?"

We locked up holding hands like teenagers and I bypassed the bed, leading him into the bathroom where the noise of running water would hopefully disguise any other noise we were about to make. I undressed him slowly, kissing his skin over and over again as the water heated up, helping him out of shoes and socks then hurriedly stripping myself.

Sharing a shower had been something we'd done for years, mostly in the evenings because mornings were too full of toast and cereal and reading books and rushing and homework and making sure our children were clothed appropriately for school.

Adam knew all of the places where his hands fit perfectly; the curve of my shoulder, the curve of my ass, the small of my back, the side of my thigh. The back of my head, angling my kisses to his mouth as our erections grew between us.

I rocked my hips forward to grind my cock against his and he smiled, dipping his head to lick at my pierced nipples. I'd had them done again, as I'd wanted to, only a couple of weeks after Adam had been let out of hospital. Rather than the six weeks they'd taken to heal the first time, they were completely fine within a few hours the second time around. That night Adam had made me scream with pleasure as he licked them and stroked my cock.

My hands gently massaged his shoulders and pushed his hair back from his face, dark and shiny and slick from the water. We were both graying slightly at the temples these days, more noticeable in my short hair than in Adam's long mane. I found that I didn't care in the way I thought I would, about getting old. It was just a new chapter in my life I got to spend with him.

"Can I make you mine again?" he asked as his fingers dipped into the crease of my ass. I nodded, my throat feeling too full of emotions to speak.

For too long I'd thought of Adam as mine. Mine. Possessive and protective and not wanting to share him because he was mine. Over the years, though, I'd come to realize that actually, all along, I was his. It had never mattered if he felt the same way about me as I did about him. I was going to love him and follow him to the end of the world and back, regardless.

He backed me up against the wall of the shower and hooked one of my legs around his waist, opening me to his gentle, exploring touch. I blindly felt for the bottle of lube we kept in amongst bottles of shampoo and shower gel and clicked it open, pouring the slippery liquid into Adam's hand so he could work it into me.

His first finger breached me so easily. I dropped my head to his shoulder to breathe in the scent of his skin, to lean in and lick the point where his pulse was throbbing in his neck. He worked a second finger inside.

There noise of the shower combined with my little gasps and moans echoed around the tiles, making it sound like there were more men making love in the little room than just the two of us. Adam twisted his fingers and pushed a third in alongside the first two, making me arch away from the wall and into his touch.

"Please, now, I need you," I begged incoherently.

Adam gently stroked his hand up and down my side a few times and leaned in for another kiss. I tensed the leg that was still wrapped around his waist and he gripped my thigh hard with one hand while the other angled his cock into me.

I dropped my head back and whimpered as he pushed past my resistance, giving me a few moments to adjust like he always did before he filled me completely.

"Love you, Jake, love you," he gasped as he started to rock his hips back and forth, the gentle movement grinding the head of his cock against my prostate.

The foot that was still on the floor of the shower arched up until the only thing supporting me was the ball of my foot and Adam's hands; I was trying to get more of him until I had all of him and even that wasn't enough, I needed his words and his love and his heart all at the same time.

His lips crashed down on mine and I felt it - that he was claiming me again after our time apart.

"Yours," I told him.

I struggled to hold on to his slippery slick skin as he picked up the intensity of his thrusts, pushing deeper so the wet slapping sound of his skin on mine filled the room too, as fleeting and ethereal as the steam. Our kisses were hurried and passionate until he whispered 'close'. There wasn't a spare hand to put on my cock to stroke me over the edge, they were all needed to keep me upright so I needed to come just from the feel of his cock inside me, and as that thought passed through my mind I cried out and spilled between us.

"Jake, mine, Jake."

He throbbed inside me and I shuddered with the aftershocks of my orgasm, wrapping my arms around his torso to bring him closer to me, not caring that I was smearing my come all over myself. I kissed his ear, because I could.

"Can I try something?" he asked in a low voice.

I hummed something that sounded affirmative. He laughed and took me by the shoulders, turning me to face the wall with my hands and chest braced against the tiles.

"I was watching dirty porn while I was away," he explained as he grabbed my hips and pulled them back, and pushed my legs apart.

"Glad someone was," I said, teasing him.

Adam knelt down and pressed his hands to the curve of my ass, spreading me open. Then he licked my ass.

"Fucking hell," I gasped. Rimming was something we both liked; I didn't mind giving or receiving when it came down to it, I worshipped every inch of his body. But never like this. Not when he'd just come inside me…

He hummed in pleasure and for the first time in a long time, I could feel myself getting hard for another round. This time I could reach down to stroke myself; long, unhurried pulls as the little jabs and licks and broad, swiping laps of Adam's tongue against my asshole drove me to distraction.

"You want me to suck you, baby?" he asked and my knees went weak.

"Yeah," I said, turning so I could look down into his smiling brown eyes.

His mouth was immediately on my cock and I couldn't think at all; I couldn't remember the last time he did this, or the first, or about how much I'd missed him. My world had narrowed down to one room, one man and the way his fingertips still danced over my sore, swollen hole and tickled my balls and the way his tongue rubbed over my shaft as he sucked me deep. It was sex and dirty and I wanted to see my come dribbling down his chin.

We were still learning new ways to love each other after all this time. I brushed his hair back from his face again and his lips slurped off me with a loud pop.

"Mine," I said softly.

"All yours," he confirmed.

"Please," I murmured.

He nodded, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he kissed the swollen head of my cock. He was firm and methodical when his mouth returned, determined to suck my second orgasm out of me. His tongue flickered teasingly as he swallowed me down his throat.

"Adam," I cried his name as I came, again, and sank down to sit on the floor next to him. "Love you so much."

He shifted so I was on his lap and laid his left hand over mine, layering our rings as our fingers tangled together.

"I won't ever leave you for that long again," he promised.

"Okay. Good."

"Come on, let's get out of this shower before you catch cold. We're not as young as we used to be."

"Speak for yourself," I laughed.

We dried each other off and pulled on boxers to sleep in. He curled around me and kissed the back of my neck.

"It's good to be home."