Here it is: the last part.

MERRY CHRISTMAS OR WHATEVER ELSE YOU CELEBRATE THESE DAYS TO ALL OF YOU. HAVE AN AMAZING AND HAPPY COUPLE OF DAYS!

.::part 4::.

I've been waiting for you

Bella could feel every tiny rip, every crease of Jacob's lips as her own brushed against his, greedily, softly but still with the force of a lion killing his prey.

Her hands wandered to his shoulders, gripping tightly, fisting the scratchy material of his shirt between her fingertips as his own rested around her waist, his thumbs drawing tiny circles on her covered skin.

Heat… passion. And yet the tenderness of his touch.

Bella's mind was diffuse as she inhaled his woodsy, musky scent – like a fir forest and the sea.

Cautiously she parted her lips, feeling a thin layer saliva coat her bottom lips and a soft whimper escaped the back of her throat, filling the silence which was only interrupted by their erratic breathing.

Jacob's right hand inched up Bella's back, pushing up her sweater on his way, then sliding his hand back down while his fingertips pushed back the fabric, smoothening it.

Gently, daringly, Bella pressed the tip of her tongue against Jacob's upper lips, brushing it against his skin before he gave in with a soft moan, parting his lips in surrender.

They were lost then, lost in each other and lost on the feeling of their skin brushing against each other. Lost in the soft sounds which were muted in the other's mouth, lost in the heat and the tenderness.

There was as much heat in Bella's mind as she felt in her entire body, creeping up from her toes into the tip of her nose which brushed against Jacob's cheek. She could not believe what she was doing here, why she allowed herself to give into the connection she felt towards this stranger, why she found no strength – not even the will – to stop this.

But with every second passing, with her hands beginning to wander down Jacob's stone-solid chest, with Jacob's hands finally slipping beneath her sweater and brushing his fingertips against her cold skin, eliciting another landslide of goose bumps and shivers, with their lips brushing heatedly against each other, their tongues fighting for dominance – with the overload of feeling and emotion the doubt in Bella's head started to fade away, burn away, suffocated in the ashes of her sanity.

There was no way to stop.

Ending their journey at the hem of Jacob's grey t-shirt, Bella's hands stopped dead and with all her will she pulled away from their kiss, Jacob's head following her for a second, trying to reconnect their lips.

Releasing a long-held breath Bella opened her eyes, seeking the dark pools of care and compassion. And there they were, staring at her in wonder and… desire.

Bella smiled shyly, feeling her blood rush into her cheeks as her fingers grasped the hem of Jacob's shirt, coyly beginning to pull it upwards.

Within a splint second Jacob's warm hands were wrapped around Bella's wrists, freezing her actions.

"Are you-"

But yet again Bella interrupted and silenced Jacob with a kiss, continuing with determination to pull up the shirt while Jacob's hands moved from her wrist up her arms, kneading her skin gently.

They broke the kiss again as Jacob stretched out his arms and Bella pulled the shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor next to them, her hands hovering over his heated, russet chest. She felt intimidated and amazed – in fact she was scared to touch his chiselled chest.

Laughing quietly Jacob rested his hands above Bella's, his finger dipping in between Bella's and he gently pushed her hands down on his skin. Bella could feel his heart pounding beneath their intertwined fingers.

Before she had the chance to reconnect their lips, Jacob had dropped his head towards Bella's neck, brushing his lips against her sensitive skin like the wings of a butterfly, like a whisper in the wind.

A rush of heat ran through Bella's body and she bravely began to stroke her hands up and down Jacob's chest – carefully and still in awe of the solid yet smooth touch.

Jacob parted their hands and pressed his right palm flatly against Bella's stomach, his nose nudging against the shell of Bella's ear. She whimpered again, pushing her hands more firmly against Jacob's stomach, feeling the muscles twitch underneath her touch and when Jacob took her earlobe between his teeth she moved closer to him, pushing her hips closer to his – yet not close enough.

While his teeth nibbled and his tongue stroke Bella's ear, his hot, damp breath tickling her sensitive skin , Jacob's hand pushed up her sweater, his fingertips brushing against her bare stomach.

Impatience overcame Bella at the feel of his touch against her bare skin and she pushed away Jacob's hand, roughly grabbing the hem of her sweater and pulling it over her head, the hair tie holding together her loose ponytail disappearing together with the dull, red sweater and her hair fell freely over her shoulder.

Without another word Jacob dropped his head to Bella's collarbone, drawing wet circles with his tongue, his right hand buried in Bella's long, brown hair, fisting it and pulling gently at it so Bella's head fell slightly backwards, exposing more skin to his eager mouth.

His left hand wandered up and down her side, tickling her, feeling her soft skin, every now and then nudging the bottom of her white bra. Every time Bella scooted closer, trying to get his hand higher, seeking his touch.

She could not get close enough, near enough.

Her own hands still caressed Jacob's chest, the tips of her fingers brushing against every ripple and every rise and fall she found.

When Jacob's tongue brushed against the hollow at the base of her throat a moan echoed in the empty hallway and Bella pressed herself against Jacob's chest, their hips grinding together. The sensation caused Bella's hands to almost claw at Jacob's shoulders and finally his hand cupped her cotton-covered breast, his thumb gently brushing over the top which caused an electric current to run through Bella's body, making her hips circle above Jacob's.

She rested her head against his shoulder, too weak, too numb of the sensation to move or do anything at all. She was paralysed by everything Jacob did, by everyplace he touched her.

All she could do was grind her middle against his, the friction it created almost unbearable and when Jacob's thumb dipped beneath the fabric of her bra, sin on skin, Bella pressed her lips gently against his throat, feeling his pulse beneath her trembling lips.

The hand which had been buried in her hair now travelled down her spine, Bella's body shaking at the feeling and her eyes fell closed as Jacob unclasped her bra, his fingertips trailing further up, reaching her shoulders where he again dropped butterfly kisses around the straps of her bra, trailing them down Bella's arms.

The thin piece of cotton fell in between them and Bella suddenly felt nervous as Jacob gently pushed her away from him. She felt the urge to cover herself but when she looked into his beautiful face she found his eyes staring right into hers and nowhere else.

He smiled. A content, almost shy smile and he brushed his fingertip against her crimson red cheek bone. As Bella mirrored his smile he ghosted his finger over her nose, playfully nudging the tip, across her slightly parted lips, her jawline, her throat, her collarbone and when he reached the valley between her breasts Bella's eyes fell closed and she sighed a little too loud for it to still be innocent.

While his hands explored her bare breasts Bella tried to gather her concentration as her own fingertips slowly inched down his stomach, her lips gently, almost lovingly brushing against his own.

Just as Jacob brushed his fingertip across her nipple and the familiar rush of heat flushed through her every cell, Bella reached the belt of his jeans, clumsily fumbling with it. Desperately trying to open it.

Jacob broke their tender kiss and stopped his movements on Bella's breasts which caused her to whimper at the loss of warmth.

He looked into her eyes with admiring question and when Bella smiled with all the determination she had he once again rested his hands above hers and guided her – their joined hands managing to open the belt.

Jacob retreated his hands and softly caressed her exposed skin as Bella's trembling fingers opened the button and pulled the zipper down – all the time her heart pounding hard like drum.

To make it easier for Bella to take off his jeans Jacob lifted his hips, his right hand supporting his weight while the other stroked up and down Bella bare back, feeling every ripple of her spine and every goose bump his touched caused.

As Bella slowly inched her fingers beneath the waistband of the jeans, causing every muscle in Jacob's abdomen to twitch, he pushed of his shoes, kicking them away without care.

His eyes widened then as Bella stared to pull the fabric down – not just the jeans but his boxers, as well.

Their gazes met and Bella continued when she saw the surprise but desire in Jacob's eyes.

She kneeled next to him, pulling both the heavy jeans and the black boxers down his legs, her fingertips gently brushing against every inch of exposed skin and when she had pulled them all the way down, along with his socks, she dropped them and stood up.

She saw the slight feel of exposure in Jacob's eyes as she stood there next to him and she smiled again, slipping out of her tennis shoes, bending down to pull off her socks and then straightened herself again.

Jacob knew what she was doing – she saw it in his eyes as he watched her full of anticipation.

With trembling hands Bella undid the button of her own jeans, pulling down the zipper, the rough feel of the edges more apparent then ever before.

She was nervous, in fact she could not recall a single occasion in her life when she had been more nervous than she was right now, standing in an empty hallway at an airport, a very naked stranger sitting below her while she peeled her legs out of her jeans, her hands awkwardly resting against her stomach as she stepped out of the scratchy pool of fabric at her bare feet.

Jacob's hand reached out, sensing the nervousness in her eyes and movements and he brushed his skin gently across her calf, all the way up to her knee and back down, his thumb nudging her ankle before travelling back up.

Deciding that a long wait would only make her heart pound faster and her cheeks blush redder Bella hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down until they met Jacob's hand at her knee.

Bella's entire body trembled as he pulled them the rest of the way down and she almost lost her balance as she raised her feet to step out of the white cotton.

To her it was a miracle how she managed to lower herself onto her knees next to Jacob without falling down, his hands cupping her burning face.

Their lips met in a soft and tender kiss, no urgencies marking the gentle touch of their lips.

Bella rested her hands around Jacob's neck, holding on to him while his tongue gently brushed against her eager lips and she moved her thumbs in formless swirls on his smooth skin.

Her breath hitched in her throat as his hands travelled down her sides, gently nudging her breasts before stroking flatly down her stomach, his index finger dipping into her navel which caused Bella to moan into Jacob's mouth, the desperate sound muffled there by the damp heat.

When Jacob's hands gently moved up and down the inside of Bella's thighs she knew this would happen – she could not stop herself.

He would not be her first – there had been others, times she had tried to forget the pain in her heart. But she barely remember those times. None of them had meant anything to her.

But this… the way Jacob smiled against her trembling lips, the pure admiration in his eyes, the way his shaking hands moved closer and closer to Bella's core, the numbness in every part of her body where he did not touch her… Bella knew this time was different.

Her fingernails dug deep into Jacob's skin as his hand finally touched her slick heat and she pressed her body as close to him as possible, clinging to him for dear life as he softly brushed his fingers against her skin.

She broke their kiss and saw the pure desire in Jacob's eyes, knowing all too well that he saw the same emotion in her own.

Careful not to loose balance Bella lifted her leg and straddled Jacob's thighs again, his hand never leaving the centre of her desire.

Between her heavy breathing Bella managed to form a barely audible sentence, her eyes fixed on Jacob's.

"Do you have…?"

Jacob nodded before she could end her phrase and his unoccupied hand moved from her hip to his long forgotten backpack. Bella focused on his face while she heard fumbling and rummaging next to her. The onyx of his eyes, his defined jawline, every single deep black lash and his full lips, coated in a thin film of saliva.

Again her tongue escaped the restraints of her mouth, feeling her slightly swollen bottom lip.

Bella heard foil being ripped apart and then Jacob's warm hand retreated from her centre, although she could still feel the warmth close by.

She never looked down, afraid that the too vivid image of what she was doing would scare her or bring back the doubts and so she shut her eyes as her lips reconnected with Jacob's and he closed his hands around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

When his tip pressed against her entrance Bella felt Jacob hesitate and before he could break the kiss to ask again – to make her think more, to remind her of how wrong this was – she pressed her lips more firmly against his and began to lower herself onto him.

Jacob groaned into her mouth, his grasp around her waist tightening almost painfully and Bella whimpered at the feeling, pressing her thighs closer around his body, needing to be closer, deeper.

"God…," Jacob whispered against her lips as he slowly pulled away, his hands moving from her waist to her thighs and he touched his forehead against Bella's as she started to move carefully.

She had been right. This was different from the times before. It still hurt but she felt the connection now. The deeper meaning. The subtle feel of completeness.

Her hands clung to him, their foreheads resting against each other's as Jacob affectionately nudged his nose against Bella's, his hands gently caressing the soft, creamy skin of her inner thighs as Bella rocked against him, their stomach touching, their bare skin brushing softly and the only sound filling the empty hallway being their heavy breathing, soft moans and whimpers and their pounding heartbeats.

It was over too quickly. Bella felt Jacob's body tense violently beneath her and she rocked faster, grinding herself against him, pressing her lips against his as she felt him release, his groan suffocated by her soft lips.

His body twitched for another minute and both of them tried to steady their breathing as they gently brushed their lips against each other's, not really kissing but touching tenderly.

Jacob's hands wrapped around Bella's back then and pulled her closer to him, her head dropping into the crook of his neck and she felt their hearts pounding in their pressed-together chests.

"I'm sorry…," Jacob whispered in her ear as he pushed back her hair which clung to her sweaty face and Bella raised her head to look at him, her hands pressed against his chest.

"For what?" she rasped confused, her voice numb and strained, her brain incapable of giving the right orders.

"You didn't…"

If Bella had not seen it so clearly she would not have believed it. Jacob blushed, his russet cheeks tinted with a darker red and Bella smiled at the sight, nuzzling her nose against his neck as she tried to speak.

"Don´t apologize. It´s okay."

"But –"

"Shhh," Bella whispered, pressing her lips against his salty skin, her eyes closed. She heard Jacob inhale as if he was still determined to speak but then he was silent and brushed his fingertip against her closed eyelids, pulling her close to himself.

"Thank you," Bella muttered and as she sat there pressed against Jacob she knew that from now on she would live again, finally try to see and take all the possibilities she was given.

The content smile on her face as Jacob pressed his lips against the top of her head was as luminous and sunny as Jacob's had been.

Sunshine… after almost half a decade of darkness and moonlight.

Something told her it would not pass too soon.

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