Part two as requested! PS: I wish that I could respond to the guest comments, but to all my guest reviewers, just know that I hear when you ask me to update and try my very best to be quick! Thanks for reading!


Eleven: Cabin Fever Part 2

Seth's POV

Apparently, Jane saying that she was so stuffed she would die if she ate any more, excluded gummy bears.

I popped another one into her mouth as she giggled and tiled her face away from me.

"Your turn," I told her simply, eating another gummy myself.

"Hmmm," Jane let out a long sigh to think about her answer. We had been sharing "secrets" all night, but those secrets had more to do with just basic information. We had been covering topics like favorite books, favorite movies, most embarrassing experiences, and so much more. We hadn't stopped talking in hours, and somewhere in the midst of that I grabbed a bag of gummy bears once Jane revealed that was her favorite candy.

The current question she was stuck on was who her favorite superhero was.

"Okay," Jane finally sighed. "I have one, but I'm pretty sure you're not gunna like it, especially based on your last answer."

"If you say batman we can't be friends," I told her slowly.

Jane giggled. "It's not batman! It's a slightly unconventional choice."

"Spiderman?" I sighed.

"How did you know?" I tilted my face towards hers.

"Because," I laughed. "There are three superhero's that people almost always choose when faced with this fundamental question. "Batman, superman, and spiderman. Even though Superman is the obvious choice."

"But I like spiderman!" Jane argues rather adorably. "I like how he can scale walls and I think he's very attractive."

"You just like the movie version of him," I shove her gently.

"Maybe," Jane giggled. "Batman isn't hot at all and superman is a little too jacked for me."

"That leads me to my next question," I rolled the other direction on the floor. "Who's your type?" I asked her.

Jane blushed dramatically. "No way!" She bit the corner of her lip. "I am not saying that."

"Oh so you do have a type?" I raised my eyebrows at her.

Jane blushed an even deeper shade of crimson. "Not really," She admitted. "I don't really believe in types, you know?" She began shaping imaginary shapes with her fingertip on the hardwood floor. "I just believe in meeting someone and getting that... spark. And then everything about them, even the stuff that you never thought you wanted or even liked, you suddenly, just, love."

I thought about this for a moment, my brain immediately shifting towards that very same "spark" that I felt for Jane the first time that I ever saw her. "So," I began slowly. "What do you think about compatibility?"

"Honestly," Jane bit the corner of her lip. "I don't believe in it."

"No?"

Jane shook her head. "I think that compatibility is so overrated. I mean, isn't that not why we're here? Aren't we hear for that big, incredible, thing." Jane laughed and then pushed herself up on her knees. "I mean, I can't believe that we were put here for just a comfortable, boring, compatible life. There needs to be- I mean there has to be... just..."

"Passion," I finished for her.

"Passion," Jane's lips slowly pulled up into a small smile. "Exactly."

"I see your point now, Janesie," I took a pondering chew on my gummy bear. "Another one," I said now. "So would you rather have a super safe, boring but happy relationship or one that was crazy and fought all the time but you had great sex?"

Jane burst out laughing. "Oh Seth," She giggled and then covered her face embarrassingly with her hand. "Gosh okay," She bit her lip. "Well, what kind of crazy relationship are we talking? Like abuse or no?"

"No Jane," I laughed. "I'm talking, like, a Lena and Embry relationship."

"A what?" Jane burst out laughing.

I couldn't help myself from laughing along with her. "Embry and Lena had the craziest relationship when they were getting together. It's still kind of crazy, but a little bit more stable now."

"How would you even know about their sex life?" Jane asked, then she suddenly narrowed her eyes. "Do you guys talk all about sex with your girlfriends with each other? Because I hate that."

"No," I quickly realized that I just fucked up. The pack would understand what I meant about Embry and Lena, but Jane would have no clue. "Ugh- no. That's not it. I just, I mean sometimes it's easy to tell."

"I should push you more on that but I really don't care to know any more about Embry and Lena's sex life, Seth."

"Thank God," I chuckled, brushing the hair out of her eyes. "Your turn."

Jane rolled from her side next to me to now on top of me. She rested her arms on my chest to hold herself up and then entwined her right leg with mine.

"Are you afraid of dying, Seth?" She asked softly.

Her question caught me so off guard that for a moment all I could do was stare at her face illuminated by the glow of the fire. I wet my lips and began stroking some of her beautiful, beautiful hair on the side of her head.

Jane's eyes dropped as she began running her finger along the chain on my neck.

I placed my hand over top of hers and gently cupped her tiny, delicate palm in my own. You know what this is?" I asked her gently.

Jane shook her head.

"It belonged to my dad," I told her slowly.

Jane's face fell. "I have something of my mom's, too." Jane reached across me where her bag was and pulled out a small, black box. "It was the only thing that they were able to salvage after the accident."

Jane opened the small, velvet box, and a small but beautiful and delicate ring sat right in the middle. Half of it was black, like it had been set on fire, and the other half was nicked, but the diamond looked innocent and beautiful.

"This reminds me of you," I brushed my finger along her cheek.

"Really?" Jane smiled and bit the corner of her lip. "It was my mom's wedding ring. I wish I could wear it like you wear your dad's necklace, but it would be weird to wear it on my hand. Everyone would think that I was getting married," Jane blushed.

A thought occurred to me suddenly, a small spark, that made a smile form on my face. I reached my hands back and unclasped my necklace, and then reached for the ring.

"What are you doing?" Jane asked, staring at me concentratedly.

I smiled just a little bit, and then dropped the ring onto the chain as a response. It fell to the bottom and then dangled there as Jane watched. I now reached up, and I clasped the necklace around Jane's neck.

Jane's eyes were wide and her mouth was parted as she stared down at the necklace. Her fingers pressed against the ring that was now oh so close to her heart.

"Seth," Her eyes were watery. "I can't take this."

"Of course you can," I brushed the hair behind her ear.

"I can't," Jane shook her head adamantly. "This was your dad's. He would want you to have it."

"I have a lot of things that were my dad's," I told her slowly, "But I know that he would want you to have this."

Jane's eyes became blurry with how many tears were forming in them. She bit the corner of her lip and stared down at the necklace that was big on her, the ring resting right below the beautiful curve of her breasts.

"I could get you one that fit you better if you would like," I told her.

Jane placed her hand protectively overtop of the necklace and appeared offended. "Absolutely not!" Jane demanded.

I chuckled and then brushed the back of my finger down the necklace, touching the delicate skin of her chest as I did so. Jane's breath increased almost before my very eyes, and oh, so slowly, I watched as her eyelashes batted shut.

"See," I whispered to her, continuing my movement. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Jane."

Jane pursed her lips. "Do you want kids one day?" She asked me.

I nodded. "Do you?" I asked her so gently, I could tell that it was a touchy subject even without her having to say it.

Jane shrugged. "Maybe."

"Well I'd be fine with just one," I sighed.

She grimaced. "Not one. You can't just have one kid."

"Oh you're demanding how many kids I have now?" I chuckled.

"Yes!" Jane giggled. "You can't have one kid, Seth!"

"Why not?" I laughed.

"Because!" She chuckled, "Then if something happens to you your kid will be left all one."

The laughter died between us, and in a moment the light-hearted comment changed to something much more depressing.

"Yeah," Jane gently placed her hair behind her ear. "Sorry," She whispered.

"You don't need to be sorry," I told her gently.

"I told you I'm dark," Jane's eyes were sad.

"You're not dark," I stroked her incredibly soft cheek. "You're like the sunshine, Janesie. You make my life brighter, at least."

'You're such a liar," Jane leans towards me and traces her fingers along the outline of my lips.

"No I'm not," I murmur.

"You are," Jane smiled.

"No I'm really not," I place a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"What nationality are you?" Jane placed her hands on my cheeks and leaned in closer to my face. "Your skin is beautiful."

"Part native American," I answered.

"What's the toher part?" She asked quizzically.

"Well the other part is about 5% mutt so I'm not entirely sure."

Jane giggled. "Awe, don't say that," She giggled. "I'm full mutt."

"Are you really?" I asked her.

She nodded her head. "My dad was blonde and Irish and my mom was half Filipino half English. They used to say that they wondered how I ever came out looking sort-of-kind of cute. They were worried."

"You're not sorta-kinda cute. You're totally cute, Janesie," I winked at her.

"Yeah you seem to think so. You're so nice to me," She murmurs.

I sit up, placing one hand behind her head and then the other on her arm as I gently guide her down onto the floor. I hold myself overtop of her as Jane bites the center of her lip, smiling up at me. At this angle, with her hair sprawled out in all directions around her head, I swear I fall in love.

"You're so beautiful, Janesie," I tell her softly, gently brushing the hair off of her chin before leaning down to kiss her jawline. "And not just on the outside."

"Why do you think of me like this?" She suddenly asked, her voice quiet as she raised her hands and rested her fingers on my jawline.

"Because," I smiled down at her. "Remember that spark you talked about?"

Jane bit the corner of her lip.

"Well when I met you, Janesie, I got that spark. And according to you, I can't explain why I do. But it's just you. I have no clue why I think you're the most incredible girl I've ever met, but I do. And I have no idea why everything you say I think is perfect and why I have to hold myself back from kissing you every time I see you. I have no idea why you're my sun Janesie, but you are. So stop wondering and accept that you're that spark. You're my spark."

Jane seemed uncertain for just a moment, until her cold exterior melted and her sunshine shined out. Her lips pulled up into a beautiful, gentle smile and then she raised her hands to my cheeks, holding them tightly, and then pulled me down to her.

I kissed her gently, and then not as gently as I cupped her jaw in my hand and fell into her.

"Seth?" Jane breathed into my mouth.

"Hm?" I kissed along her jaw.

"I'm... complicated," She stated slowly. "I have trust issues, and I'm not great at letting people in." I lifted my head. "I'm pretty sure I've never truly dealt with my parents dying and I'm terrifying of being left, but I also have spent the time since I was ten reading every classic romance novel in history and promising myself that I would one day have that. I'm not sure if I'm ready to trust someone again, but I really, really want to, because that spark? I felt that too. I still feel it."

A smile tugs at my lips. "I think you're perfect," I whispered to her gently, cupping her face in my hands. "And I'll wait as long as it takes. I told you this once and I'll keep telling you; I'm not going anywhere."

Jane smiled lazily. "Not even if I beg you? Or try to torture you with a fire torch and scalpel?" She flirted in her own, personal Jane way.

"Nope not even with a scalpel," I kissed her neck and then snuggled into it, pulling her on top of me. "Why? Have you thought about it?"

Jane giggled. "Fantasized about it while decapitating the mice. Couldn't stop thinking about you. So sexy."

I hugged her tightly and laughed into her shoulder as Jane's chest shook against me as she giggled herself.

"Seth?" She asked.

"Yeah Janesie?" I kissed her cheek quickly.

"I'm tired," She tilted her head back to peer up at me. "Can we go to bed?"

I smiled down at her as I gently rubbed her arm. "Of course," I whispered to her.

I led Jane into one of the guest bedrooms with the biggest bed; it was too weird for us to sleep in the master considering my parents had always stayed in here.

"Do you have a tee-shirt or something?" Jane smiled innocently at me as she hugged the blanket tighter around her body.

"Sure," I told her, "I should have something in the dresser there if you want to pick one out."

"Okay," She whispered, opening the top drawer. Jane rummaged around in it for a moment before she finally pulled out a giant, soft red one that was even big for me.

"Did you bring your ex-girlfriend here?" Jane asked softly as she slipped the tee-shirt overtop of her head and lowered the blanket while she pulled it down, sadly, for me, covering the parts of her that I so badly wanted to see.

I gulped. I had brought my ex here a lot actually. It was always vacant, and she always wanted to hook up, and so this became a sort of weekly thing.

"Jane I-,"

"Ugh" She covered her face with her hands. "Never mind. I am the worst. Of course you did. Never mind, Seth."

"It's okay, Janesie," I offer out my hand.

Jane takes it and then I pull her over to me.

"I'm so sorry," She tells me sweetly as she looks up at me with her giant, brown eyes. "There's nothing less attractive than an insecure girl." She pouts. "I'm really sorry, I swear."

"Janesie," I chuckle. "Nothing about you could ever be unattractive sweetheart."

Jane blushed. "Sorry."

"Stop it right now," I pulled her in for a hug and murmured against her hair.

"Can we just go to sleep?" Jane asked. "I think I'm so tired I'm delusional at this point."

"That must be it," I played around with her.

"Come on," Jane giggled and pulled me towards the bed. I hit the light as I followed her, and then climbed in the bed after her.

I couldn't help my mind from going crazy with wonder on how exactly Jane would sleep with me tonight, but I quickly realized that with the lights off, our bodies conformed quite easily with each other. At first Jane laid on her stomach with her leg wrapped around mine, something she had done earlier. I rubbed my palm up and down her back; Jane was so good with her hands, I just wanted to make her feel just as incredible.

After a while, Jane sighed and turned on her side. "Can I be the big spoon?" She whispered as she held herself above me.

"What?" I laughed.

Jane giggled. "I like being the big spoon!" I couldn't see her, but I was sure she was blushing.

"Sure, Jane," I laughed and turned onto my side.

"Thanks," She whispered and molded herself to the upper portion of me, because she was half-my length after-all. Jane wrapped her knee around my torso and I immediately grabbed her foot, tickling the back of it.

Jane squealed and pulled it back.

I laughed. "Night Janesie."

"Goodnight Seth," Jane kissed the back of my neck and then sighed into my skin there. I swear my entire body shook with desire. After a few minutes, I felt her hand trail from my arm down my back and then finally reach below my shirt. Her fingers danced up my skin.

"Jane," I began, my voice coarse.

"You don't like your back scratched?" She whispered innocently?

Holy crap. I freaking melted for this girl. "No I do," I replied.

"Mm, good," She responded gently.

Jane started moving her fingers in a gentle rhythm up and down my back. Nothing had ever felt better.

"That feels nice, Jane," I sighed.

She kissed my shoulder, her last response before we drifted off into sleep.


Ugh, raise your hand if you are obsessed with Seth! Will update asap!