A/N: All right, girls (and boys), I'm back as promised. I need to thank you all so, so much for all your wonderful, lovely comments and birthday wishes. You really are the best - I don't deserve you.

I'm sure this is something you've been waiting on, another Jake/Nessie . . . moment. And since my chapters are full of J/N moments, I'm sure you know what in particular I mean. I think a few people were expecting something crazy but you have to remember how conservative Jake is with Nessie - they're taking it slow. The next chapter is time-spacing, I'm going to warn you, so don't expect several chapters detailing each day. The days are flying past for Nessie and I want the readers to feel that too.

Make sure you let me know how I did. Again. :)

Oh, and because I've decided I like giving stuff away, reviewers can ask for a chapter title from the next chapter to chapter 60, and I'll add it into your reply. Just 'cause I love y'all. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, most especially not the amazing quote below by Warsan Shire. I can't sing her praises enough and recently, to my complete astonishment, she has begun to read Undeniable. She's a busy girl, so I don't know how long it'll take her to get this far, but I'm just honored she checked it out at all. Who knew she was Jacob fan? Anyway, her poetry is amazing, as you can see.


In Which They Try Something New



what will be of poetry
if now,
watching you sleep
is the closest i
ever come
to dying.

- warsan shire, day twenty-two.

-

I woke up the next morning, naked and in bed with my husband. After the most amazing night. But eleven, eleven, eleven was pounding in my head. Another day gone. Another one of my Jacob-days.

But on the up side - I shifted my legs, tensed my inner muscles and arched my back. No soreness. Some tenderness, definitely, but no pain at all. Guess the second time's the charm.

I rolled over and pressed my lips to Jacob's shoulder, letting my hand trail down to trace patterns along the small of his back. He groaned and shifted his weight.

It was still early, and I hate to say it, but Jacob wasn't waking up to breakfast today. I had other plans for him.

I ran my fingertips lightly up his side, knowing it would tickle him. I sidled up a little and pressed a gentle kiss to Jacob's relaxed mouth.

"Mmm."

So, it's alive. I giggled a little to myself and kissed him again, reaching my palm up to touch Jacob's cheek. I flashed him a picture of last night. He groaned, a very different groan this time, and shifted again.

"Wake up, my Jacob," I urged, pressing my face into his warm neck and breathing in deep. He felt like home. "It's morning – it's time to wake up, come on."

His beautiful dark eyes opened slowly and he gave me a sleepy smile.

"There's a naked Nessie in my bed in my dreams and in real life."

"Good morning to you too," I said back, trying to hold back my grin as Jacob's lips came down to kiss me gently. "I feel really good this morning."

Jacob's eyes immediately lit with recognition. One of his arms threaded around my waist and pulled me flush up against him, making desire rise up in me. "Do you?"

"Really good," I assured him, running the side of my foot up Jacob's leg and back down again. "So, I was thinking . . . if your hungry-werewolf-self can tolerate some cereal for breakfast . . ."

"I was actually thinking about some Nessie for breakfast," Jacob said, which was corny but still ridiculously cute and sexy at the same time. I reached up to kiss him and he was already shifting his weight until he was more on top of me than before. "If you've got some to spare."

"Always, Jake," I told him, grinning into the kiss. Jacob's hand came up to run across my breast and trail down my side. "For you there's always more than enough."

"Good, 'cause I can eat a lot," he said as his tongue parted my lips and I shivered.

Yes, this was exactly the way to prepare myself for a day apart from Jacob.

Our kisses slowly gained momentum and Jacob's hand trailed down between my legs. My natural reaction was to clench my legs shut and hold him just where I wanted him, but I fought against instinct and let my legs fall open. When Jacob found me ready, he swiftly but softly slid a finger inside of me.

Jacob insisted on doing this, even last night. He didn't want to take any chances with me not being ready and ending up sore again. And I submitted because I didn't want to take that chance either, for Jacob's sake, and because well, it felt damn good.

I arched my back into Jacob's hand as his thumb immediately found my favorite place and moaned.

"Don't hold back, Ness," Jacob said as I bit my lip on another moan when he curled his finger over that magic spot. "I love to hear the noises you make."

That was all the permission I needed, so I released my lip and let out a loud moan as Jacob pressed back into me with two fingers.

"Jac-ob."

"You're so sexy like this," Jacob said into my ear as his fingers slowly pumped in and out of me. There was no discomfort at all now. Just pleasure. And Jacob's words were taking me higher. "Naked, in my bed, under me. Moaning."

Without even meaning to, I moaned again. Jacob added another finger.

"I've never wanted anything as much as I want you."

"Then take me, Jacob," I panted, even though I was teetering on the edge. I could wait. I wanted to be joined with Jacob now. "I want you too."

"And when you talk like that," he said roughly into my ear, Jacob's chest teasing my breasts as I arched my back against him. So I did it again. "Even before, you'd say shit like that and not even realize – you didn't mean anything – but it'd turn me on so much – "

Jacob's voice, all rough and strong and right up against me, pushed me over the edge I was dancing on. I clutched Jacob to me and gasped his name, bucking my hips against his hand as I rode it out. Jacob's words didn't let up the entire time either, urging me on, telling me how much he loved me. His voice made it last longer than it usually did.

When I finally came to, Jacob's lips pulled away from my ear and his fingers slid from inside me. I felt myself trying to pull Jacob's body on top of me – I was ready for him now. Even he couldn't doubt it.

"Now, Jacob," I pleaded.

"Would you . . ." Jacob's eyes turned kind of shy for a second. "Do you want to try something new?"

I would like to say a thousand ideas burst into my mind of what Jacob might want, but they didn't. I didn't even know what I liked until it happened. Nothing but curiosity burned inside me, almost as hot as the desire now. What did Jacob want? Even without knowing what it was, I couldn't wait to give it to him.

I nodded. Jacob leaned down and, surprisingly, kissed my cheek.

"Turn over," he whispered into my ear.

I felt Jacob lift his weight off of me so I could obey him, rolling over onto my stomach. I felt much more exposed like this, open. But it was my Jacob and I knew he would never truly expose me, so I wasn't nervous. Not in a bad way, at least.

Jacob's hand reached up and brushed my hair out of the way, sweeping it out onto the pillow in the opposite direction of my face. It bothered me that I couldn't see him, but only because he was so beautiful. I waited patiently as I felt Jacob's hand rest heavily on my shoulder and then slide slowly down.

He paused in the arch of my back and the rise of my hips, where my backside started.

"You're so beautiful, Nessie," Jacob said, and then his other hand came into my sight as he gripped my left hand. Then he leaned in and tenderly pressed his lips to my finger, just above my wedding band. "I love you so much."

"I love you so much too, Jacob," I said back, using our joined hands to bring his to my lips and kiss him in the exact same place.

I felt Jacob's lips on my shoulder then, kissing once softly. His hair tickled my back in the places it brushed. Then Jacob's hand slid out from under mine. I felt him move above me and saw his arm reach out and pull open the drawer of his nightstand, stick his hand inside and then draw back with something. I knew what it was without having to ask.

I heard a little shuffling and then felt Jacob's weight settle deliciously back over me again. He nudged my legs apart gently with his own and then I felt him against me. I shivered hard and pressed my hips back into him.

Could we do it like this?

I saw Jacob's arm as he braced it by my head, but his other staying resting against my hip.

"Is this okay, Nessie?" He asked me, pressing chaste kisses across my shoulder blades. "Are you okay like this?"

Apparently, we could.

"Yes, Jacob," I said, starting to breath hard again. From desire, anticipation, nerves, everything. "It's fine."

Then, for the third time in my life, I felt Jacob slowly guide himself into me. It was different from the times before it though. The angle for one thing – I couldn't say it was better or worse, just different. Equal amounts of amazing. Another was how Jacob felt against me. I couldn't see him, I could only feel him and there was something to be said for that even though it was kind of frustrating.

I couldn't kiss him or touch him either. I could only be kissed and touched.

Jacob, as always, gave me a moment to adjust once he was fully inside me, his breath coming out hard against my neck. He wasn't as deep as before, but it was still amazing, his hips resting against my backside. I spread my legs a little further and Jacob slid deeper.

"Fuck, Ness," Jacob cursed against my ear. "You feel so good."

I pressed my hips back against him, groaning when I gained another inch. "You feel so good too, Jacob."

I felt Jacob's lips press a hot kiss to my neck. "Are you ready, Ness?"

"Please," was all I could manage. I needed him to move.

Jacob's other hand ran up across my backside and up my back before I felt Jacob brace it on the other side of my head, shifting my hair out of the way first. I reached up and covered Jacob's forearms with mine as he slowly pulled out of me, trying to resist from sinking my fingernails into him when he slid back.

I don't know how long we stayed like this, Jacob sliding evenly in and out of me. Kissing my shoulders and neck, whispering in my ear how much he loved me. I started pushing my hips back into Jacob's thrusts, urging him to go faster and he complied.

I started climbing at an extremely slow pace. I wish I could have had Jacob's fingers on me, but I know that would probably be hard for him in this position.

"Harder, Jacob," I whispered, as his tongue traced along the shell of my ear, strands of his hair falling into my eyes.

Jacob obeyed me, speeding up his thrusts, sending me climbing faster. I moaned and Jacob sped up again without me having to ask. The sound of Jacob's breath aroused me even further, the almost-moaning sound he made with each thrust. That I could feel it against my neck didn't help.

I had nothing to see, look at or touch. I could only lie under Jake and wait for him to give me my pleasure. The idea of being under his control like this, of putting myself in his hands so completely, sent me to the edge.

Jacob gave a particularly hard thrust and it sent me over, my hips starting to work frantically now against Jacob, but my body was torn. I needed to thrust backward onto Jacob's hips but forward to get the friction I needed against the bed.

Jacob's thrusts immediately sped up and I realized I had pushed Jacob over too. He thrust into me harder than ever and I spread my legs even wider to help him.

"Nessie – Nessie – "

I felt Jacob pulse inside me, dragging out my own pleasure as he slammed into me one last time and froze. I felt more of his weight fall onto me, his mouth finding my neck and pressing an open-mouthed kiss there as both our bodies drained. Jacob softened inside of me and then I felt him slip out.

Jacob's weight lifted off of me for a split second and then I felt his hand under my stomach as he flipped me easily over. I didn't realize how much I'd missed Jacob's face until I saw it, how much I'd missed touching him until I wrapped my arms around his neck, how much I missed his mouth until it was kissing mine.

Jacob's tongue slipped gently past my lips and searched my mouth as he pressed our bodies together, our fronts. I missed the way my breasts felt against his chest.

Jacob pulled back and gave me the married person smile.

"You've got some pretty good ideas," I teased him, smiling back and reaching for his lips again.

"Yeah?" He asked into my mouth, unsure. I shivered in contented pleasure as Jacob's thumb traced around my nipple. "So it was . . . okay?"

"Mmm."

"I'm so glad . . . it was good for you." Jacob's eyes got sad for a second as he leaned down and kissed me. "We have to get up now."

I groaned. I'd been dreading it.

"How about you go shower while I fix breakfast," Jacob suggested, but the shower just didn't seem as appealing anymore without him. "It won't be as delicious as usual, but it'll hopefully keep us from starving."

I smiled a little to show Jacob I agreed and he rolled off me, throwing the covers off and standing up. I watched with childishly curious eyes as he walked naked to the dresser and picked up his shorts from the ground and slid them on. I loved how comfortable he was being naked in front of me.

He stopped to look at me when his shorts were halfway up his legs.

"Well, I was going to just cook naked," he joked. "But I heard that was unhealthy."

"I wouldn't mind," I told him, blushing a little.

Jacob made like he was going to drop his shorts. "Dare me?"

I laughed and sat up, pulling the sheet to cover my lower half. "Put your shorts on, Jacob."

He did, straightening up and walking over to me. He offered me a hand.

"Dare you to walk to the shower naked."

I couldn't turn down a dare. And, well, even if it wasn't – what was the big deal about it? To walk to the shower in your own house in front of your own husband without clothes? I would get over this.

I lifted the sheets off of me and stood up on my own, without Jacob's hand. I realized I was a little more tender than before between the legs but no pain at all. I wanted to hop for joy, but I didn't.

After Jacob's eyes had finished raking down my body, I started to walk towards the door, holding my hand out to touch Jacob's chest when he went to walk with me.

"Isn't the reason you dared me so you could watch me walk away?" I teased, running my fingernail lightly down his chest.

"You're good," Jacob conceded, like it was hard to figure out.

He stayed this time when I started to walk away and I forced myself to go slowly. I could feel his eyes on my back with every step I took but I didn't look back. I was filled with a strange sense of power that I could enrapture Jake like this.

I jumped a little in surprise when I felt Jacob's hand come down lightly on my backside. He skirted around me so he was standing in front of the hall to the bathroom and smirked at me. It was like with the hair; he was going to smirk at me every time he did that from now on.

"I want to get a good seat to watch you go down the hall," he explained to my raised eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes and forced myself to walk normally down the hall, leaning back out of the bathroom door to shoot one last grin.

"I'll expect my breakfast ready when I get out," I told him in a faux-stern voice.

He saluted me from the end of the short hall. "Yes, ma'am."

It was not going to be a good day away from him today.

I showered quickly, washing my hair and not letting the conditioner sit since I wanted to get back out with Jake. The bracelet on my wrist got slightly heavier as it got wet. I hope it wasn't bad for it to get wet like this. I didn't want to take it off, but I didn't want it to fall apart. I would have to ask Jake.

I wrapped myself in a towel and walked to our bedroom, passing Jake in the kitchen with a grin. I think I smelled cheese, but I wasn't sure.

I decided I would work Aunt Alice back into what had now become my regular clothes slowly. I chose a red bra set this time, the panties kind of like shorts but ridiculously small. I pulled on a black pair of some undoubtedly designer jeans that Alice had packed me to find they were surprisingly comfortable. Not as comfortable as mine, but doable. They looked almost the same as mine, but I'm sure Alice would be able to tell the difference.

I slid one of my own t-shirts, the Mickey Mouse one, and a pair of the high-end sneakers Alice had packed in my "shoe bag" on. They were black and red, which matched my shirt and – I blushed – my bra. It felt like a private joke that only Jake and me would get.

I toweled my hair, brushed it out, and was just finishing pulling it back into a neat ponytail when Jacob hollered out that the food was ready. I called back that I'd be there in a second and quickly stripped the bed, throwing the comforter in the corner. The sheets definitely needed to be washed.

Jacob was setting our plate on the table and the Pirates of the Caribbean music was still playing annoyingly in the background as I walked past with the sheets. I set them to wash, since I knew how to do that now, and hoped we'd be home in time for me set them to dry.

Jacob made a huge stack of grilled cheese sandwiches that I had one and a half of. The tea had soured from being out all night, which disappointed Jacob, since he had serious views on wasting food, so we finished off the gallon of milk instead.

Jacob showered and dressed quickly while I washed the dishes and then it was time to go. Jacob promised we wouldn't be separated for as long today since the wolves would be coming to the big house to strategize with us.

It comforted me to know that we would be in the same house for most of the day, but my stomach still hurt when I remembered that by the time we'd be back here tonight almost another whole day would be gone. Another one of my days.

I only had eleven left. Two hundred sixty-four hours. Fifteen thousand, eight hundred forty minutes. Nine hundred fifty thousand, four hundred seconds.

And each moment was ticking that number lower. What was I going to do?


Coming up:

"You trying to tease me, Nessie?" He asked against my lips in his Alpha voice that made me shiver. I just nodded against his mouth and then gasped out loud when his hand came down on my backside. It only stung a little, but it made that noise I think we both liked and I whined. "That's not very nice of you."

The hand that had just smacked me massaged my backside like he was trying to take the sting out, but all I could think of was how I wished he'd do it again.

"You wouldn't like it very much if I teased you."

Oh, I beg to differ. I think I would like it very, very much.

"Really?" Jacob said, and it took a second for me to get that I'd accidentally showed him my thoughts. "We'll see about that."