No one is as lucky as us
We're not at the end but
Oh, we already won
I'm not used to it
But I can learn
It's nothing to it
I've never been happier,
Never been happier
Where the Lines Overlap - Paramore
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Jacob shifted in his too-small airplane seat. He already felt cooped up and at his wit's end, but knew that it had nothing to do with the plane he was on. Glancing sideways, he watched as his imprint sighed softly and rested her head against the glass of the window.
It had been two days, but her words from the beach still rang in his mind.
Marry me, Jacob.
His fist tightened around the crumpled piece of paper from his straw. His coke sat on the tiny tray in front of him, fizzing. He glanced to the side as her breathing evened out, meaning that she was finally asleep.
The past two days had been interesting, to say the least. After she had basically proposed to him on the beach, he had been completely horrified, not to mention speechless. That was his job. Proposing was supposed to be his job.
He squeezed the paper in his fist into flattened smithereens as he watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful, so serene. As if all of their problems were now solved. He hadn't agreed, of course, but that made him feel like shit even more.
If we're married, Jacob….then he can't say anything about us. He can't say anything ever again. We can be together always and not have any problems….I can't bear to be separated from you, Jacob, and I won't do it. I simply won't.
Her words from the other night rang in his head. How would being married fix anything? Edward could still read his thoughts, and he would still pummel him into the ground. Six feet under, to be specific he thought bitterly.
"Ness…I…we can't just run off and get married. Why don't you…..don't you want it to be special? With your family around, and a big white dress, and all that other crap that girls dream about?"
"All that matters is that you're there that day…and forever. I couldn't care less about everything else. I just want you…forever."
Her words were short and simple, and made him feel like even more of an ass.
"Nessie…I want to do this right. I don't want you….how could you even….you…" he had stuttered like an ass.
"I proposed to you, Jacob, I didn't drop an atomic bomb. Stop gaping at me like I'm some sort of degenerate."
They had done their best to move past what she had said on the beach, yet….the next two days had been tumultuous. They had tip-toed around each other in every sense except physically. Luckily for them, being intimate required few words. Much to Jacob's relief, Renesmee seemed quite content to spend their last few hours on Isle Esme tangled with him in the sheets of the blue room.
They had said their goodbyes to the island that morning, and were now on the plane back to Forks. It was the shortest leg of their journey, and they would soon be home. Time to face the music.
Jacob laid his head back against the seat, trying to think clearly. He wasn't upset with the idea of marrying Ness; that pleased him. Of course, he would have preferred to wait a few more years until she was older, but….could he wait? He knew she was right. There was no way Edward would let him live once he saw a glimpse into his thoughts. But would it be any easier if they were married? Would Edward leave them alone to live as married people did?
He knew Edward was old fashioned. He also knew that he was walking on a thin layer of ice with him. They hadn't said goodbye to him before leaving for Isle Esme, and he was sure that her father would be holding a grudge against him for that. But would he recognize that his daughter was now an adult? She was equivalent to a nineteen-year-old by now, he guessed. But nineteen was still young to even think about marriage in his mind.
He looked at her for what felt like the thousandth time. As if she knew he was thinking about her, she turned in her sleep and rested against his shoulder. Her arm wrapped around his, her nose pressing up against the cotton of his t-shirt.
Yes, he realized. She was far too young to worry about getting married or growing up that much. If they were married and living in a house together somewhere with bills and chores and all of the other things that came with it…she would be an adult. There was no turning back for her; her youth would be completely gone. She would be a grown up in no time. At least now she could act like she was nineteen. If she was a married woman, all of that would be gone.
As the plane descended onto the tiny strip of pavement known as Forks Airport, he couldn't help but wonder: What were they going to do?
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He tried to keep his thoughts blank as they got off the plane. As he guessed, there were more than just Edward and Bella standing at the gate waiting for them. Esme, Alice, and Emmett were all there, wearing smiles the size of Texas.
Jacob watched as her family embraced her tightly, showering her with hugs and kisses. They were so elated to have their darling Renesmee back that he felt out of place. He bit back a small feeling of jealousy as he watched the others embrace her as they welcomed her back. He had to remember that he would have to share her now.
"I missed you, baby," Bella whispered into Nessie's hair as she hugged her.
"I missed you too, Mom," Renesmee echoed, wrapping her arms around her stony mother. Edward circled them both in his arms, kissing his daughter on the head.
"You're back," he said simply, a pleased smile crossing his features. He hugged them both as Esme embraced me carefully.
"Jacob, I've missed you. I'm so thankful for everything…" Esme trailed off, resting her head against his chest. Jacob hugged the matriarch of the Cullen family gently, unable to hide his smile. He hadn't seen her in months. Since before he left for school, it must have been, though it was evident that she had missed him while he was gone.
"I missed you too, Esme. Got any new recipes you need me to try out? Maybe a fridge that needs emptying?"
She pulled back, grinning at him with her brilliant white teeth and soft, golden eyes. "Anything. I'm just so happy to have both of my grandbabies back," she uttered softly, moving to hug Renesmee again.
Jacob felt his heart twinge as he listened to her refer to him so endearingly. She had mentioned several times over the years that she thought of him as a part of her family, but…to hear it now, after everything that had happened, made him feel loved.
"Jacob," Edward said softly, turning to him. He glanced downwards slightly at Renesmee's father, trying to keep his mind neutral. There would be time to talk to Edward later.
"Yes, there will be. But in the meantime…I'm glad you're back."
"You're glad I'm back or you're glad Nessie is back?"
Edward's face twitched as he fought a smile. "I'm glad you're both back."
Jacob tried not to show his surprise as he followed the small clan of people to the waiting SUV. The chilly air hit his skin as he walked with her to the car. Renesmee beamed at him, wrapping her arm around his as they walked. Bella took her other arm, gliding alongside to her through the parking lot.
"It's so nice to be home," Renesmee laughed as a droplet of rain hit the end of her nose. Jacob smiled down at her, his grin lopsided and half-hearted. He had to focus on the little mundane details of what was going on if he was going to continue to keep his thoughts to himself. Edward once accused him of having thoughts so loud it was like he was screaming them at him. He silently vowed to not have that be the case today.
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The ride home from the airport felt like it took eons. When they finally arrived back home to the main Cullen house, everyone unloaded and went inside to finish being welcomed by the entire family. Jacob grabbed her bags and made his way up the steps to her bedroom at the main house while she was attacked with welcoming hugs from her family.
"Hey."
Her voice in the bedroom startled him. "Hey," he echoed. He swallowed, feeling suddenly…awkward.
"It feels so weird to be home…we were gone for over a month."
He nodded, jamming his hands into his pockets as he watched her stand in the doorway. She moved across the carpet, her bare feet making no sound as she grinned at him. He was almost worried that she was too happy to be home; had he kept her away for too long?
"I miss it already."
He smiled at her words, opening his arms. She was in them faster than a bullet.
"I'll never forget Isle Esme," she said, pressing her hand to his neck. He chuckled, kissing the top of her head.
"Neither will I. We'll go back….someday," he whispered, gazing out the glass windows. As much as he loved holding his imprint, there were other things that needed his attention more right now.
"I'll leave you to it. I need to go see my dad and phase…" he whispered to her. She nodded against his chest, heaving a sigh.
"I know. Come back tonight? I'll be at the cabin."
"But…"
"Just do it. I'm going to talk to my dad while you're gone."
She watched as he left, jumping over the rail of the balcony with almost as much grace as a gymnast. He hit the ground with a soft thud, and was undressed several minutes later. She watched his tan body move, his muscles rippling as he tossed his clothes into the bushes. With a grin over his shoulder and a quick wink, he exploded into a running ball of reddish-brown fur.
Turning around, she jumped to see her father standing in the doorway.
"You have some explaining to do."
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"You know, you probably should have told Jacob that mom had him shielded. He was probably freaking out."
Edward made a disgusted growling noise. "I'll pretend like I don't know what that insinuates. Besides…I only had her shield him once we got into the car. I heard a few things-"
"Dad…"
Renesmee chuckled to herself. She was lying on her bedroom floor at the main house, and her father was lying on her bed. Both were staring up at the ceiling, talking. She had been dancing around the topic of Jacob since he arrived in her room a few minutes earlier.
"So you've told me about the island. Now tell me why Jacob was so on edge."
Renesmee took a deep breath, trying her best to remain in control. Although Bella was shielding her thoughts from her father now, she knew she couldn't expect her to do it forever.
Sitting up, she looked at her father. He sat up as well, sensing she was going to say something important.
"Dad….Jacob is….wonderful."
Edward tried to not let his face show his emotion. "He is…quite the man, yes," he agreed as politely as he could . Renesmee watched him try to keep his control; she knew he always tried to be gracious when talking about Jacob.
"Yes, Dad, he is. So….oh gosh, you're not going to like this…"
"I guessed I wouldn't."
"Dad…just….Jacob and I…things are obviously different now, and things between us have changed."
"As I said…"
"Just listen. He is wonderful and a gentleman and my other half, Dad. I…I asked him to marry me."
Edward was standing in front of his daughter in a split second. "You what?"
Renesmee flinched, but slowly relaxed as she realized how sad her father's features were. He wasn't angry. He was clearly a upset by her news. Her father's features looked undoubtedly saddened.
"Dad…I…I asked him to marry me. I know you're old fashioned, and so am I in a way, but-"
"Renesmee, you didn't!" Edward groaned, his face pained.
She stood in front of him, completely frozen. "Well, I did, Dad, so…."
She watched as her father grabbed fistfuls of his bronzed hair, growling to himself. "You're testing me, Renesmee."
"What are you saying?" she was utterly confused.
"Don't you see? Oh, you have so much of your mother in you. That's something….oh, perhaps Bella should explain this…that is something that is the man's duty! That isn't something that young girls do, running around asking men to marry them!"
Renesmee huffed, feeling the familiar sting of a disagreement with her father. "Dad, don't be so archaic! You can't really be serious?"
Edward composed himself, shaking his head. "I am very serious, Renesmee. I cannot believe you've gone and done such a thing! I may be old fashioned, but I refuse to believe I'm wrong on this."
"Look, I know you're from….1918, Dad, but….these days things like this do actually happen. I can't believe you're making such a big deal out of this, I-"
They heard light footsteps racing up towards them. Bella entered, flinging the door open. Her eyes were a rich golden color, signifying her recent hunt. Her cheeks were subtly flushed with animal blood, and her hair was wild and windblown.
"What's all this about?" she asked in her velvety voice.
Edward dropped his hands that were grabbing at his hair, and they both looked at Bella in distress.
"Your daughter proposed to Jacob."
The silence echoed in the room. Bella's perfect mouth fell open slightly, her eyes wide. "What?"
Renesmee sighed, nodding sadly. She never in a million years pictured this announcement eliciting such a reaction out of everyone.
"It's true, Mom," she admitted in a quiet voice. Her brown eyes flicked up to meet her mother's golden ones, and for the first time since she could remember, Bella's face looked hard and disapproving.
"This changes things," her mother finally said.
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Jacob took a deep breath, looking around the house nervously. An owl hooted somewhere off in the distance, but the night was otherwise quiet. Renesmee was still at the main Cullen house with the rest of her family, and he hadn't seen her in twelve hours. He had gone back to La Push to spend time with his pack and father, but soon the pull to see his imprint again got to be too much.
His fist knocked against the hardwood door several times. He held his breath and waited for several moments to listen to what was going on inside. He could hear Emmett and Rosalie talking upstairs somewhere; Esme was in the kitchen doing something….and that was all he could hear besides Renesmee's fluttering heartbeat.
The door suddenly swung open and there she stood. He knew he should have spent more time taking in how beautiful she was and how much he missed her, but he simply couldn't. His arms had been aching for her since the moment she left him, and he couldn't contain himself any longer. She threw herself at him, practically molding her body to his.
"Is that a hello?" he laughed. She nodded against his chest, inhaling deeply.
"I missed you."
"It's only been half a day," he chuckled, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. She lifted her face up off his chest, her expression worried.
"I still missed you, Jacob."
He cupped her cheeks in his hands and chuckled. "I missed you, too," he replied before pressing his lips to hers. Pushing her body tighter against his, she kissed him back with more force than he was expecting. He groaned as his hands found her waist, pulling her body welcomingly against his. Renesmee kissed down his jaw, letting her fingernails lightly scratch the places her lips had just been. When she began to kiss down his neck and lightly suck, he felt his pants begin to tighten.
"Ness, Ness," he gently chided her. Grabbing her hands, he stopped their welcome assault on his body.
Her brown eyes were wide with panic as she glanced around, remembering where they were. They were no longer on their own private island, separated off into their own little world. They were home.
"Sorry," she whispered, biting her lip. Jacob grinned, kissing her forehead.
"I forget too," he answered, gently pushing her back into the house. He squeezed her hands in his, kissing her knuckles as he followed her inside.
"We'll figure something out."
She was silent for a moment as he held her hands, her large brown eyes looking up into his. "Did you…did you think any more about…about what I asked you?" She couldn't find it in herself to say 'to my marriage proposal'. The words just simply wouldn't come out.
Jacob looked at her, his expression soft but serious. "I have. Ness…I…"
"Did I hear Jacob?" Esme's soft voice floated down the staircase. Renesmee and Jacob both looked up to see her grandmother standing at the top of the stairs with a rather bashful smile on her face.
"Yes, Esme, I'm here," Jacob answered, nodding at her. Esme's beautiful face lit up with a radiant smile as she raced down the steps to appear before them.
"I'm so glad you came," she said lovingly, embracing Jacob. He hugged her back, grinning at Renesmee over Esme's head.
"I missed cooking for you," Esme admitted. "Are you hungry now? I've been cooking ever since you got back, and…"
"Esme, you never have to ask. What have you got for me today?" Jacob asked, releasing Renesmee's grandmother. Esme beamed, welcomingly ushering them both up the steps and onto the main floor.
"Plenty," she laughed. "I've missed my food-eaters," she admitted. They sat down at the kitchen barstools while Esme made both of them eat what she had been cooking to celebrate their homecoming. While they ate, Jacob watched Renesmee as she sat at the counter. She was munching on some fruit salad that was on her plate, but her eyes suggested she was far away, deep in thought. He nudged her foot with his, earning him a weak smile. When they were finished eating, Renesmee stood and brushed off her clothes.
"Esme, we'll be upstairs," she said firmly, taking Jacob's hand. Esme looked up, her golden eyes clearly showing her surprise.
"Oh, well…alright then," she slightly stuttered, looking up at Jacob. He gave Esme a reassuring nod before being dragged up the steps to her bedroom at the Cullen house. The last thing he wanted was for Esme to worry about what they were doing up in her room. Jacob had no intentions of touching Renesmee within a fifty mile radius of anywhere Edward might be. No thank you, he thought.
"Are you sure this is alright?" he asked, following her into the bedroom. She shrugged, letting the door click shut behind her.
"I don't really care," she said quietly. Looking up at him, she wrapped her arms around his stomach and rested her head on his chest. "I'm not sure what's okay anymore, Jacob."
He sighed, ushering her over to the purple bed. He laid down on top of the comforter, pulling her up against his chest. He listened to her breathing slow down as they laid there, signaling that she had calmed down a bit.
"What's the matter, babe?" he finally asked. Placing his hand on her jean clad hip, he made lazy circles on the small patch of pale skin that was visible while he waited for her to talk.
Renesmee took a deep breath, shaking her head. "I just thought things would be different, I guess."
"What's that mean?"
She lifted her head up a little, propping herself up a bit. "I just thought that we would come home and get married and live our happily ever after….finally."
He sucked in a nervous breath. He had known that sooner or later this would come up. Personally, he was hoping for a bit more time to deal with this. "I know you did," he admitted. "But Ness….did it ever occur to you that I wanted to be the one to…to ask you?"
She thought a moment, biting her lip again. "Well….yeah, but….but I just blurted it out, Jacob, and I mean…I meant it, but…I wish I had never said it now."
His heart broke for her. "No, babe, don't think of it like that. You're my Ness - you've always said exactly what you were thinking and feeling and I've always loved you or it. That will never change, not even now. You just said what you were feeling and…and I've handled it really…shitty."
"What?" she asked, lifting her head up again. Staring into his eyes, he felt himself become putty in her hands.
"I've been meaning to talk about this, but…but I was never sure how. You threw me for a loop by asking me to marry you, but I still love that you did. You wouldn't be my Ness if you didn't blurt things out and say what's on your mind. I love you for that," he said again, reaching over to brush a piece of hair out of her eyes. "You make me so crazy sometimes…but I love it. I love every bit of it," he said softly. She smiled weakly, resting her head against the comforter. They laid there, side by side on top of her bed, staring into each other's eyes for a few moments.
"I love you too. How about…how about we just pretend like it never happened?"
Jacob grinned. "How about this, how about….you just sit back and let me do the asking next time, okay?"
She nodded. "I only asked you because I never want to be apart."
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. Her breath was warm and sweet on his cheeks, and smelled like strawberries. Watching as her long eyelashes brushed against the tops of her cheeks as she blinked, she was simply too irresistible to him. Sliding his face down slightly, he pressed his lips against hers in a sweet kiss.
"I love you," she whispered when they broke apart.
"I love you too…" he murmured back. "And that's why I want you to enjoy being young."
She giggled. "You sound like my dad," she admitted.
Jacob wrinkled his nose, making a face. "I just want you to enjoy being a teenager now that finally are one."
Renesmee gave him a pained look, reaching up to touch his neck. I am a teenager, that's the thing. I want to do things with you that I can't control….and I wouldn't want to. That's the beauty of it.
Jacob laughed, yanking her hand off his neck as he felt himself start to harden at her suggestive tone.
"Easy now. Ness…just listen…"
"I am listening," she giggled, leaning forward to kiss his neck. She nipped at it, her teeth scraping against his jugular. Instantly, he felt goose bumps rise up on his skin.
"Ness…just…ahhh…"
"What Jacob?" she asked innocently. Her eyelashes batted innocently, and he felt all the blood in his body rush down to his crotch.
"Now that you're around eighteen…or nineteen, I just…want you to be able to enjoy moments like this. If we're married-"
"-if we were married we really could enjoy this moment…" she practically purred in his ear, pushing him down on her bed. He groaned appreciatively, closing his eyes.
"I just don't to rob you of any experiences because you're….missing out on being young. You're only going to be young once."
"No, we're not. We're going to be young forever. Just think….ever ten years or so, we can move to a new place in on the planet and act like newlywed twenty somethings all the time…" she whispered in his ear.
He smiled, touching her cheek again. "Why do you think I'm taking this so well? It makes me really…well….complete to know that you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you. Lets face it…a girl asking a guy to marry her is pretty forward. You must really like me."
She giggled, feeling instantly better. "I do kinda sorta like you," she admitted playfully, running a finger down his color bone. He shivered, enjoying her touch that he had missed so much in only twenty four hours. Closing his eyes, he pulled her towards his body. Pressing his lips against hers, he kissed her sweetly with the intent of only kissing her once. However, once her delectably sweet tongue met his, he unintentionally deepened their kisses. She sighed as his hand ran down her neck, past her breasts, and rested on her hip. Hitching her leg over his waist, she grinded herself against his hardening center to show him how much she had missed him. It had been only a few days since they had been together, but that was much longer than she ever wanted to go.
"Jake," she whispered, breaking their kiss. She eyed him saucily, hoping to convey what she wanted to do.
"We can't," he whispered back. "Esme is downstairs…."
Renesmee frowned, remembering the presence of her grandmother. He leaned down, kissing her bottom lip that was jutting out.
"I'm sorry," he whispered again. "I want you, too…."
"I need you," she moaned, using the leverage of her leg to pull his body closer to hers. He resisted at first, wanting to remain strong in the house. If he had sex with her now, he knew he would never be able to look poor Esme in the face ever again.
"Ness," he protested. "Ah!" he groaned when she began to suck on his collar bone. She kissed the area as she giggled, rolling back on top of him. Pinning him down, she straddled his clothed body and let her eyes travel downwards. A patch of his tan skin showed through the two undone buttons of his shirt, and she wanted nothing more than to rip it off of him. With a sly smile, she placed her hands on his cheeks and showed him just what she wanted to do with his clothes. Flashes of his clothing being tossed to the white carpet had him squirming in no time.
"Ness, oh god, you…" He fought to form words as she began to kiss and suck at his neck again while pinning him down.
"Mmm, Jake…"
"Ness…"
They were so busy kissing and watching the pictures she was showing him with her gift that they didn't even hear her door open.
"Renesmee?"
Both of them gasped. Renesmee shot up on Jacob's lap, her expression instantly riddled with guilt. Jacob flew up on his elbows, his dark yes wide as Edward stood in the doorway of her bedroom.
"Oh shit," he muttered, both of them frozen.
"Renesmee, go downstairs."
"But Dad-"
"Now!"
There was no mistaking the tone of Edward's voice as he stared at Jacob. Painstakingly, Renesmee stood up and adjusted her clothes, giving Jacob a fleeting, pained expression as she left. Jacob saw her wince as she left the room, closing the door behind her. Sitting up on the bed, he adjusted himself as well, trying his best to not look guilty. He had no idea if Bella was shielding him or not, and frankly the idea of his brain becoming Edward's personal playground didn't appeal to him in the least.
"Edward, I'm sorry, I-"
"Jacob, please just…" Edward cut him off, pacing in front of him. He pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he sighed.
"We were just talking, I swear, and…and things just got out of hand, and…"
Edward sighed, opening his eyes. He looked a bit more composed than he had been a few seconds ago.
"Jacob," Edward began smoothly, looking up to meet his gaze. "Two things."
Jacob swallowed, nervously standing up. He gave Edward an expectant look.
"Make that three."
"Yes?"
"I want you to come to the main house tonight to speak with me."
"I can do that," Jacob agreed as politely as he could. Edward gave him a tight smile, nodding.
"Thank you. Number two…I know you've had premarital sex with my daughter."
Jacob felt his knees crumble a little. His mouth dropped open, and he fought to keep his cool.
"Uhm…Edward, look, let me-"
"Let me finish. One more thing."
Jacob's mouth clamped shut. If he had a tail, it would once again be between his legs at the moment.
"Yes?" he managed to choke out.
"Do you remember the night we spent in the tent on top of the mountain?"
Jacob didn't need any reminders. That was one memory that was burned into his mind. The night in the tent with Bella and Edward before the newborn war was one of the nights he would have selected to scour from his brain with bleach; however, he could still remember it vividly.
"I do."
"Well…you said that night that you felt it was unfair that your mind was open for me to listen to, and yet…yet my mind was still private. You felt it was unfair to let me pick through yours and not have the same favor granted to you."
Jacob shifted nervously on his feet, sighing uncomfortably. "What are you getting at?" he demanded softly, frowning slightly.
Edward stared at him, unblinking.
"Bella won't be there tonight. Your mind is all mine, at least for the evening…and vice versa. I will say everything that pops into my head and…and Jacob….we're going to get to know each other better."
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Jacob walked up to the main Cullen house, looking around anxiously. Knowing he would be there alone with Edward after he had had sex with his daughter didn't sit well with him.
Don't think about his daughter! Shit….
"Come in," Edward called from inside. He turned the handle on the glass door and slunk inside, still feeling somewhat humiliated that Edward could see into his mind. As much as he would have loved this at one point in his life, he actually felt some reverence for the father of his girlfriend. Now it was just embarrassing to think about his daughter in front of him.
"I have gotten rather talented with my gift, Jacob," Edward called as Jacob walked up the stairs. Edward was sitting in the modern looking family room off the kitchen, in the chair by the fireplace. "I can manage to block out things I don't want to see."
Jacob tried not to wince as Edward stood. He held out his hand, his golden eyes wide. Jacob shook it, noticing the hard, cold texture.
Edward gestured to him, and he sat down in the chair across from him while attempting to keep his thoughts to a dull buzz in his head.
"Jacob…let me first say that…." Edward paused, sighing. "I promised you I would be as frank as I could tonight. And I'm trying. I want to let you know that I'm not immune to the typical feelings of a father in my position, however…I know that your future with my Renesmee is eminent."
Jacob raised one eyebrow. "So you're not pissed?"
Edward gave him a slightly annoyed wince. "I'm perturbed that you engaged in…what you did with my daughter before marriage, yes, but….I have to realize that I'm….somewhat old fashioned." Jacob watched Edward swallow, his gaze still somewhat annoyed.
Was Edward actually admitting that he was frozen in time? Jacob thought to himself.
"Yes."
Edward's curt answer caught him off guard.
"Everyone thought I would wring your neck," he continued softly, his eyes staring into the flames before him. "I have to admit, at first I wanted to."
Jacob snorted without thinking about it. Edward looked up, his face strangely calm.
Usually when I act like a jackass, you have something to say about it, he thought to Edward.
"Yes, usually I do. But Jacob….I have to admit, I spent a lot of the time you were away with Renesmee thinking about relationships in general. I thought about my love for her mother, my love for her, and….and even for you."
This is quickly getting weird, Jacob thought.
"Don't be childish. Jacob, I've spent a lot of time hating you in the past and I don't want to retreat back to that man again," Edward said harshly. He looked up, his golden eyes meeting Jacob's. "Before Renesmee was born and you and Bella…" he trailed off, his face pained. "Before Renesmee, I spent a lot of time loathing the very thought of you. And then when she was born, I….I saw into every crevice of your mind and realized that you would do anything for her."
"You know I would."
Edward nodded, turning his eyes back to the flames. "So really….other than my slight annoyance with the fact that you've already consummated your relationship with her…I have no reason to hate you."
"You don't hate me?"
Edward looked up at him. "I'm annoyed, but…hate? No, Jacob, certainly not."
Well this is new, Jacob thought.
"Once Renesmee was born, I…I didn't hate you. I knew I couldn't hate you ever again. I saw into her mind and yours, and I saw how happy you made her. How could I ever hate something that gave someone I love such joy?"
You've got a point, Jacob thought. I'd die before I'd ever let anything happen to her, you know that right?
Edward nodded at Jacob's thoughts. "I do know that. Which is why I give you my blessing of sorts."
You gotta be kidding.
"No, Jacob, I'm not. I promised I'd be honest with you tonight, and so honest is what I've been. I don't hate you for your relationship with Renesmee. I wish…some things had been done differently, but….Renesmee acts on impulse. I have to believe as a father that…that she's done what will make her the happiest, as…forever is a long time to live with any form of regret."
"I agree," Jacob added. "Edward, you have to know that we…." he wanted to assure Edward that they had taken precautions while they were on Isle Esme so that they didn't end up like Edward and Bella had, but Edward's hand flew up.
"I can…gather what you're trying to show me," he said with a wince. "And I thank you for being so…wise," he finally choked out. He met Jacob's gaze and nodded.
"You did the right thing. You were smart…smarter than I was."
"Did you actually just admit that?" Jacob asked, his jaw dropping. He ambled over slowly towards Edward, eventually dropping into the armchair next to his. Edward nodded.
"I can't expect two people who are so young to hold my….somewhat old fashioned standards. I can't expect it, even if it does…upset me."
"I'm sorry," Jacob said out loud. I mean it, he added mentally. Edward gave him a polite nod, his face still drawn.
I know this has to be hard for you, Jacob thought. Edward nodded again, his eyes still staring at the fire.
"It is difficult," Edward admitted. "But Jacob…it would be even more difficult to let my daughter be with someone who didn't care enough. Your biggest flaw is that you care too much…you always have."
Jacob smiled. "I wouldn't call that a flaw then, Edward," he laughed. "But I really do want the best for her…that's why when she asked me…."
He let his mind drift back to the white sandy beach where Renesmee asked him to marry him. He showed Edward his thoughts of doubt, fear, and disappointment that he didn't get to ask her that question himself. He showed him how much he wanted to please both he and Bella, and most importantly Renesmee. He showed Edward how trapped he felt.
"I don't want you to feel that way, Jacob. I do…feel better knowing that you have the same fears I do. You don't want her to grow up too fast, or to take on too much."
"Right," Jacob nodded. "I feel like…like this is our college, you know? We're out in the world, we finally have a chance to live life without fear of something else…the possibilities are endless. I don't want to marry her and make her feel tied down and…and old before she has to be."
Edward looked over at him with a meaningful expression. "You're completely right. I feel the same way. I had hoped she would….give herself more time."
"I did too. I mean…I'm glad things are…different now," he said nervously, clearing his throat. "But I don't want her to be a grownup just yet."
"I understand. I don't want that for her either."
"But…" Jacob trailed off. You and I both know we can't exactly make that decision for her. Once Renesmee decides what she wants….
"I know," Edward mused, listening to his thoughts. "So, all I can do is ask you one thing, Jacob."
"What's that?"
"Do what you will in the meantime to pacify her….as, well…I did her mother. I would have done anything to make her wait a little longer…to experience just a little more before her time came. All I ask is that you give her some time before…"
Before we get married? She's already asked me, Edward. She's expecting an answer. She's made that very clear, Jacob thought.
Edward nodded. "Just please….Jacob, just wait a little while longer."
Jacob nodded, standing up from his seat. Edward looked up at him, and he reached his hand out. Edward shook it, and Jacob gave him another hopeful look.
I'll do what I can, Edward. But you know your daughter as well as I do.
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The giant cat let out a feral growl as its paw swiped at the air. Its giant, razor sharp teeth caught the early morning light. It was dawn, but the cloudy cover of the clouds made it look much earlier in the day. The cat's hot breath came out in small clouds of air as it swiped at her again, flashing its sharp teeth and claws. It was a warning sign to any predator that this animal wasn't to be messed with.
Renesmee let her own growl pierce the morning air. She felt her lip instinctively curl as she showed the animal her weapons of choice. The animal swiped again as she moved in closer. She felt the tickle of the cat's claws against her thigh as she got too close. Reaching out her hand, she faked left and then right before tumbling onto the ground in a roll with the angry feline. It yowled and spat as it tumbled to the damp forest floor with her, but it didn't faze her. She hadn't hunted since before Isle Esme, and she was thirsty.
With one last growl, Renesmee straddled the beast and ended the fight with a snap of her wrist. The cat was finally silent as she lifted it up in her arms to drink. The meal was short but sweet. The cat's blood flowed down her throat, quenching the dull burn that had just recently started to bother her.
Setting the carcass down, she began to look for a tree to uproot to hide proof of her hunt from human eyes.
"Looking for something?"
The smile lit up her face before she even looked at him. Standing up, she brushed the dirt off her ripped pants and shirt, meeting his gaze.
"It looked a little touch and go there for a minute," Jacob mused, raising an eyebrow at her. She shrugged, wiping the mud and blood off her hands.
"I'm rusty….it's been awhile," she admitted with a shrug. Her tongue swiped the last drop of blood from her lip, the small drop igniting her tongue. She was part human so food kept her strong, but blood…blood made her body sing.
Jacob grinned at her, his eyes taking in her slightly disheveled appearance. The giant cat had clawed a huge rip in the front of her pants, exposing her thighs, and the scuffle had torn the shoulder of her frilly top right off. The piece of lace that was supposed to cover her left shoulder now hung down in front of her in a tattered shred. Her hair had been ripped out of its ponytail and was hanging in loose curls around her flushed face, which was smeared with traces of dirt and mud.
"Sorry," she said, motioning to herself. Jacob smirked at her, crossing his arms over his bare chest. His hair was in desperate need of a cut; it hung shaggily down to his ears. He wore only a ripped pair of denim cutoffs that hung off his muscled hips. She could tell that he probably wasn't wearing any underwear. He was wild and unkempt, and just the way she preferred him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, although he had a feeling he already knew the answer. A quiet smirk decorated his features as he watched her.
Renesmee sighed, laughing quietly as she brushed her wild, wavy hair away from her face. Her torn shirt fluttered in the early morning air as she walked over to where he stood, his arms still crossed.
She was quiet for a moment as she grinned at him, silently making her way over to him. "Hi," she purred once she was standing in front of him. She leaned playfully against his crossed forearms, kissing his tan skin. He smirked down at her, holding his poker face.
"Did you miss me?" she asked coyly. He gave her a curt nod.
"Maybe."
She laughed silently. "Want to show me how much you missed me?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. He felt himself twitch in his jean shorts.
"You know it," he growled, grinning down at her. His hands encircled her waist as they collided together, crashing down onto the damp earth. They were going to get muddy and dirty and covered with leaves, but neither of them cared at that particular moment.
Their bodies hit the ground, rolling several times amongst the ferns. He pinned her against the forest floor, settling his body between her legs. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers and gave her a long, lingering kiss.
"You did miss me," she practically purred.
He nodded, rubbing his nose alone her cheek bone. "Want me to show you how much?"
"Of course. I've been practically dying to all day," he whispered, grinding his hips against her center. Renesmee's eyes rolled back in her head as she enjoyed the feeling of his growing hardness against her thin jeans.
"Mm, too many clothes," she moaned as he kissed and sucked down her neck. When he reached her exposed shoulder, he licked the pale skin there and made her shiver.
"I'm only wearing a pair of shorts, Ness."
"Like I said…too many," she replied. Her hands slid down his bare back, enjoying the feeling of his rippling muscles as she moved on top of her.
Teasingly, her hands slipped down into his loose fitting shorts that were hanging off his hips. Her hands grabbed at the top of his ass, pulling him against her even harder. They both gasped at the intensified feeling.
"Fuck me, you feel good," he growled in her ear, ripping at her already torn shirt.
"You don't hear me complaining, do you?"
He laughed against the skin of her neck, making her throw her head back against the ferns. The sound of ripping fabric echoed against the trees as her lacy top was shredded and tossed into the bushes. Her pink, hardened nipples greeted him in pleasant surprise. He stared down at her, cocking an eyebrow at his doe-eyed imprint.
"No bra?"
She shook her head, biting her lip coyly as he gazed down at her. The way her bronze curls were slightly damp from the mist and fanned all around her made her look like some kind of woodland goddess. Her pale skin practically glowed against the green of the trampled ferns, and her body was already covered with a thin sheen of water from the foggy air around them. Irresistible, he thought.
He drove at her, pressing his body against hers while yanking at the fly on his shorts. Times like these, he cursed the existence of clothing all together.
Renesmee used her foot to help him shed the pesky shorts, pushing them down over his tan behind. He kicked them off and quickly busied himself with the task of removing her pants as well. The cool, damp earth felt good against her back as she leaned against the ground, lifting her hips as he pulled off her pants. His eyes scanned her body that was now laid before him. Only a pair of simple cotton panties were in his way.
"Rip them," she panted, running her hand down the concave indents in his abs. He heart her soft whimper of need as her fingertips touched his hot skin. His breath came out ragged and labored as he grabbed the side of her underwear and shredded it without a second thought.
The sight of Renesmee naked beneath him was too much to bear. His body ached to worship her. Bending down, he didn't hesitate to begin lavishing her neck with kisses. His tongue darted out to taste her skin, and he wasn't disappointed. The sweet, somehow sugary taste that was so individually hers greeted his senses, driving him crazier with abandon.
Jacob wasted no time enjoying the soft, round, and inexplicably perfect mounds that were Renesmee's breasts. He knew that he would never want to look at any others after seeing hers. Taking her hardened tip in his mouth, he showered it with attention as she moaned beneath him. Her body writhed slightly, but he held her steady as he pleasured her stiff peaks.
"Oh….ulgh," she groaned as one of her hands found his hair. He could tell she had lost all conscious thought as her fingers twisted themselves in his damp hair and pulled. He licked at one nipple, then moved to the other, circling it with his tongue before blowing on it slightly. She groaned and signed in appreciation, grinding herself against his hardness.
"Patience," he said, lifting up his head. She opened her eyes briefly only to have them roll back in her head again as he continued his attentions on her breasts.
Her body felt so amazingly good as it moved beneath him, reveling in the attention he was giving it. His senses were assaulted with the smell of her arousal and just how badly she needed him. His dick twitched with an aching hardness as she continued to grab and twist at his hair and grind herself against him.
I need you…now, she communicated, pressing her hand on his chest. Grabbing his pants, the condom was on in record time and he was pushing himself into her warmth. He immediately set a pace that had both of them feeling slightly dizzy but on the brink of satisfaction.
"You must have been hoping you would….ah…find me," she panted, turning her head sideways. She gazed at the condom wrapper on the ground as he began moving in and out of her.
"I was hoping I'd do a lot more than find you today," he admitted, pushing himself deeper. Renesmee gasped, one hand finding his shoulder to steady herself. She had wanted him so badly that her need was almost dizzying. Her other hand found his bare backside and pulled him closer.
Jacob gave her a cocky "Hmph," as he reached down and hooked her leg around his waist, giving him a better angle.
"Oh god Jake….yes," she muttered, closing her eyes.
"That's what I was hoping you would say," he growled, dipping his head down. He lightly bit at her hardened nipple, making her cry out as he plunged himself into her. Her moans in his ears made it hard to do anything, but he was determined to please her.
"Yes…Yes…oh god, that feels…so good," she panted, biting her lip. He smiled against her breast and bit her again. She cried out, clenching herself around his hardness. He growled, lifting his head up to her mouth.
"I'm not going to last long," he whispered. "You feel….too good."
He thrust a few more times as her body tightened around him. "Jake..I'm…I'm.."'
Looking down, he watched as Renesmee's free hand clenched a fistful of damp earth as her feminine center pulsed around him. He panted as she bit her lip and turned her head to the side, her cheek smeared with mud and dirt. She looked so unbelievably sexy and vulnerable as she came that he felt himself tighten with release as well. He thrust into her against and again, harder and harder as his body uncoiled, bringing him to bliss.
After a few more heavy breaths, he rolled off of her, pulling her into his arms. Renesmee cuddled up against his side, laying her head on his hest.
"That was…amazing," he panted, letting his head fall back against the ground. She giggled breathlessly, reaching up to brush a lock of hair away from his eyes. He reciprocated the action, brushing a slightly damp strand of hair off her sweaty neck.
"It was amazing but…how on earth am I going to get home?"
He looked around them, trying not to laugh as he spied their clothes. His shorts had a huge rip in them, her torn shirt was hanging on a tree branch, and her underwear looked more like confetti.
"We're so reckless when we get like that…and I know I should be ashamed, but…" she trailed off, running a hand down his chiseled chest, "I'm not."
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The days passed slowly after that. Renesmee went back to her lessons, and Jacob went back to working at the garage. She lived in the cottage with her parents, and he still slept at Billy's, patrolling when he was scheduled. She tried to keep her thoughts relatively clean as she went on with her day to day life; her mother wasn't shielding her at her own request. It would be impossible for Bella to guard her thoughts every single moment for the rest of eternity, and she wanted to get used to not having that luxury. When her father was around, she pictured sonnets from Shakespeare and conjugated Latin verbs in her mind to keep it from wandering. However, as soon as he was out of hearing shot, her mind would return to thoughts of Jacob.
They still saw each other every chance they got, but it was harder and harder to do as time wore on. Their rendezvous places were hard to hide on both sides of the boundary lines. When they would try to find a place to go on the reservation, he would have to hear about it from his pack. He could ban comments with an Alpha order, but he couldn't exactly block snarky looks and smirks. On the other side of the boundary line, they had to be careful as well. Emmett, Jasper, and Edward had come across the place in the woods where they had had their last romp in the ferns and Renesmee had almost died of embarrassment. They had gotten back from Isle Esme a few weeks before Christmas, and it was now the middle of February. Things had gone from bad to worse. Their time together was usually rushed and not without interruptions from their friends and family.
"This has to end sometime," Renesmee groaned one night as she sipped from her Coke. Jacob shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth and glanced around them in the movie theater.
"Are you gonna be alright?" he questioned, looking over at her. "I know you're frustrated…and believe me so am I…but what can we do?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to lose my mind here soon."
"That makes two of us," he whispered to her. "I'd like to just be able to sleep in the same bed as you for once…and not be separated by a brick wall and a bunch of fricking day lillies," he grumbled. She smiled, rubbing her thumb in circles over his hand. Jacob spent every other night in wolf form, curled up under her bedroom window of the cottage.
"I miss sleeping with you too. Not just the…you know, sex, but….just sleeping in the same bed. I don't sleep as well with you not there," she whispered sadly.
"You miss sleeping with me too? I thought that was just me," he admitted softly.
"I miss every aspect of…sleeping with you," she said with a soft giggle.
"Sorry, babe, but….I'd like to think we'd get a few stares if we went at it in here," he joked, looking around the movie theater. There weren't too many people present, but definitely enough to notice if she jumped up in the chair and straddled him like she wanted to. She elbowed him and opened up the box of chocolate Milk duds.
"Do you still like this?" she asked, holding the box over his popcorn.
"Of course," he said, taking the box from her hands and dumping it over the hot popcorn. She smiled, taking a handful and munching happily. They had gone to the movies in Port Angeles for the night in Jacob's truck to get away from her family and his pack. As much as they loved being around their friends and family again, it was almost a hassle to find ways to get away from them.
She sighed as she chewed, deep in thought. There weren't many options for them; Jake's father was home, as were her parents. She had some money, but not enough to go anywhere nice or do anything special. She knew Jake didn't have much money either.
"What are you frowning about?" he asked as the movie started. She shook her head, resting it against his shoulder.
"Just wishing we had a place to go to be…together," she admitted sheepishly.
I feel like a horny teenager, she admitted, pressing her hand against his arm.
He smirked at her, nodding. "That's what we are."
"Forever," she giggled. "Are you sure that doesn't bother you? Living forever?" she added in a whisper.
He shrugged. "Will you be there?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Then, no. I don't mind," he laughed, shoving another handful of popcorn in his mouth. Renesmee laughed, leaning on his shoulder.
"I've spent days at a time in thought, trying to contemplate what it means to live forever, and you…..you just ask me if I'll be there."
"That's all I need….that's how much I love you," he stated simply, shrugging his large shoulders.
She smiled, leaning over to kiss him. He tasted sweet like candy, and she found herself deepening their kisses before he could protest. The opening credits rolled, and neither one of them even noticed. Reaching a hand up, he cradled her jaw in his hand, stroking her cheek lovingly. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth, and she welcomed him wholeheartedly. She grabbed his neck, pulling herself as close as the movie seats would allow. They made out for several minutes, completely lost in each other before someone behind them coughed 'get a room'. Jacob began to growl and turn around, but she stopped him.
"Don't," she whispered, patting him on the chest. She caught the eye of the group of wide-eyed teenage girls across the isle and blushed as they giggled. A deep blush rose up on her cheeks as she realized they had been watching her with Jacob.
"They're probably just jealous," Jacob whispered in her ear, following her gaze. She smiled, nodding her head.
"I suppose," she said. He took her hand, intertwining their fingers.
"Hey, sometime….sometime I wana fool around in a movie theater," he admitted sheepishly. She grinned at him in the darkness, watching the lights change on his face as the movie played.
"You do?"
He nodded. "Yeah," he admitted in a raspy voice. "I mean…that's kinda…naughty, right?"
She rolled her eyes and tried not to burst out laughing. "What?" he laughed. "If we're going to live forever we've got to find ways to keep things...you know….spicy."
She snorted and giggled, losing all composure. They got a few 'shh!'s from all around them, but they still laughed all the same.
"Are you worried things will get dull?"
"Not in the slightest. Just sayin," he chuckled, reaching for another handful of popcorn. Renesmee shook her head at him and turned her attention back to the movie. She watched about half of the action packed man-movie before getting bored with the predictable plot and all the explosions. Looking to the side, she watched as Jacob happily stuffed his face with popcorn and stared at the movie screen.
"I told my parents I'd be home at twelve," she finally whispered, feeling somewhat sheepish.
"Do you have a curfew?" he whispered back, frowning slightly. She shook her head.
"No…but I still told them I'd be home. How much money do you have on you?"
Jacob made a face. "Um, like…forty bucks. I paid for the tickets, and…yeah I think I have like forty bucks."
"I have twenty…."
"What's your point?" he chuckled. "Do you want to hit the casinos after this or something? Double or nothing?"
She swatted at his hand and looked around them. "No, I want to…I want to go somewhere," she whispered, turning in her seat to face him. Jacob frowned.
"Where do you want to go?"
She rolled her eyes. "Why are you so….ulgh, nevermind." she pressed her hand to his arm and showed him the picture in her mind of the tiny motel that was along the highway coming into Port Angeles.
"You want to go there? What for?"
She hissed at him quietly. "So I don't have to spend the evening with my back up against a tree trunk!"
Recognition lit up in his eyes. "Oh…oh!" he whispered. He quickly shoved the last handful of popcorn into his mouth and downed the rest of his Coke. "Let's go."
"Now?"
"It's almost nine now….and you have to be home by twelve…so…yeah, let's go now," he whispered. She grinned at him in the darkness, grabbing her purse. They stood up and slunk out of the movie that was only halfway done. Jumping into his beat up Chevy truck, they took off.
Once inside, she rolled down the window a crack and let the wind blow through her hair. She felt so alive. She was doing something that normal nineteen-year-old girls did - escape with their boyfriends and try to have some fun before curfew. Jacob watched as the wide smile practically covered her face.
"It's not much," he said twenty minutes later, opening the door to the cheap motel room. The small motel sat nestled along the side of the interstate, its tiny, wood-trimmed bungalows almost blending in with the forest behind it. She had seen it here a million times, yet tonight was the first night she really noticed them on the way into Port Angeles.
Setting down her purse, she smiled at him expectantly. "It's fine, Jake. All I wanted was a room with a door, and a bed, and…and you," she said finally, shutting the door with a click. Silence sliced through the room as her intentions were made clear. A cunning smile formed on his features. The dim light from the neon sign buzzed and shone through the blinds, shedding a shred of light on the two of them.
"Do you want the uh…lights on…or?" he stuttered slightly.
"Leave them off," she urged, her voice just above a whisper. She began to play with a lose curl that hung down over her shoulder. She wasn't dressed for tonight; she wasn't wearing anything particularly sexy or appealing. Jeans, a cardigan, and a flimsy tank top paired with a few necklaces and flats. Her underwear probably didn't even match, but…none of that mattered.
"What are you thinking with the coy little smile?" he asked, sauntering over to her. His fingertips found her belt loops, and he slipped his fingers into them.
"I'm thinking that my bra doesn't match my underwear?" she laughed, wincing up at him. Jacob burst out laughing, shaking his head.
"No one can ever fault you for not being honest, Nessie," he chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist. She giggled nervously for a second, but stopped when she remembered where they were and why.
"Jake…..count my appealing qualities later. We only have 'til midnight."
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"You swear you're not mad?"
Renesmee looked sideways at Jacob as his truck roared down the highway several hours later. She shook her head and placed her hand on his forearm as he drove.
How could I be angry when I'm this….satisfied? She watched with a shy satisfaction as Jacob's tan cheeks turned a little darker.
"Okay then," he replied in a low voice. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he pulled off the highway and into the Cullen's driveway.
"The room was perfect, Jake."
"It was a hole in the wall. Rats probably turned their nose up at it."
Renesmee bit back a smile as she stared out the window. "We only needed it for a few hours, and….I believe it served it's purpose," she pointed out. The nervous look on his face was hard to miss.
"Want me to run the rest of the way?" she asked as the truck slowed. He looked up the land in the direction of the house nervously, clearly worried.
"Oooh, big bad wolf," she muttered, clicking her tongue. He shot her a glare.
"Are you sure you can keep your thoughts to yourself?"
She nodded. "I've been practicing. I'm sleeping at the big house tonight anyway. It'll be fine Jake."
He raised his eyebrows. He still didn't enjoy being anywhere within Edward's earshot, especially after a night like the one they had just had. He had had enough trouble keeping his hands off Renesmee in a dark movie theater. When she had suggested getting a motel room to use for a quick romp before she had to be home for curfew, well….his thoughts at the moment were less than daddy-friendly.
"I'd give anything for your dad's gift to be like…..the ability to shoot lasers out of his eyes or….to be able to fly…but no…he has to read minds," he groaned, leaning his head against the seat of his tuck. Renesmee sighed, patting his hand. Her fingertips traced the outline of his hand against the cracked vinyl seat of the old Chevy, admiring the way they looked.
"It almost reminds me of the sand," she murmured at the pale white color.
He lifted his head up, a crooked grin appearing on his features. "My crappy Chevy's old seat looks like sand?"
She nodded, giggling slightly. "Maybe I just miss Isle Esme."
He chuckled, his voice cracking slightly in exhaustion. "You think we'll ever go back there?"
"I'm counting on it," she said quietly. She checked the time on her cell phone, wincing. "I've got to go. I'll see you tomorrow?"
He shook his head. "Not 'til night. I gotta work, then I have to patrol. The guys are getting on my case lately for slacking. I should be pulling double shifts since I was gone for so long…."
"Okay," she said sadly. "I get it." Reaching for the door handle, she stopped when his hand snaked out and stopped her.
"Hey….It'll go by fast. I'll say goodnight tomorrow night when I stop by. Around eleven. Okay?"
"Okay," she said, giving him a nod. Opening the door handle, she slid out onto the gravel drive and slung her purse over her shoulder. She looked back at him an felt her heart pang. In a flash, she was around to the driver's side, leaning in the window. Jacob laughed, rolling window the rest of the way down.
"Missing something?" he chuckled. She nodded, lifting herself up on her tiptoes. She kissed him hard and long, using her hand to show him with her gift just how much she missed him. He broke away looking utterly dazed.
"What are you doing, trying to kill me?" he panted, opening his eyes. His hands gripped the steering wheel as she rocked back on her heels.
"No, Jake, of course not. What good would you be to me then?" she asked with a wink. And in another flash, she was gone.
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There you go! Hope you enjoyed this chapter - a LOT happened! This story is winding down…we have two more chapters, then an epi, and that will be all : (
However, I am planning on getting a 'Bottled Up Lightning' update up sometime this week, and I have also posted the smutty outtakes to this fic! If you enjoy 'Untouchable', then be sure to check out the 'deleted' scenes - 'Touch Me; The Untouchable Outtakes' also posted on my account. I will warn you, the stuff posted on that fic is the stuff that I felt was too racy to post in this story. It's extremely 'M' rated!
Please review! I'd love to hear what you all thought of Edward's talk with Jacob, how they reacted to being home, and of course their romp in the ferns ; ) I'm enjoying writing the smut for these two, and I hope you are all enjoying reading it!
Also, be sure to check out the photo bucket (on my account) as I have posted some new pics from Untouchable, as well as the TWO new banners made for the story by the lovely RachxMichelle!
