(don't diss my lack of being-edward skills. i just love multiple p.o.v's.)

Truthfully, I haven't the slightest clue what to do with the beautiful, russet-coloured body lying on my bedroom floor. I do know, however, that I want it. Him. Jacob, that is, but I don't know how to deal with him. Right now, I'm going on primal instinct. It's not my brain telling me what to do, it's my body. Except I can't completely turn off my thoughts, what with being a vampire and all… And the fact that I have the ability to hear Jacob's pleasure-ridden thoughts both helps matters and does not help matters at all. I know what he likes and I know his exact reactions to whatever it is that I do, but some of the things that pop into Jacob's mind, well…

And now, his knee is pressed teasingly against the crotch of my jeans. I make a noise that's a mixture of a gasp and a moan. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all," Jacob says coyly. From his ever-present smirk blooms a large grin with outstanding white teeth. Perhaps it's the contrast from his dark skin, but it is gorgeous nonetheless. I notice that he has very sharp-looking canine teeth. Typical for a mutt like him.

I bend down and kiss that breathtaking smile right off his face. Jacob's scorching hands knot into my hair as he pulls me closer to him. I can feel every contour of his chest, his abdominal muscles; every little detail of his body, I'm memorizing. His breathing becomes laboured, so I sit back on my knees. I'm resting on his shins, lightly, of course. "What was that for?" Jacob thunders.

"You need air. I don't," I casually remind him.

"I could stand not breathing if you were on top of me," he purrs.

I almost pounce on him. I am certainly in a position to do so, but I refrain. "Might I ruin the mood for a moment?" I inquire.

"Go for it," Jacob remarks icily.

"I apologize. We can get right back to it, but I feel that I need to ask you something."

"Which is?"

"Have you done this before?"

"Done what?"

I heave a sigh and roll my eyes. "Been half-naked, pinned down by an equally exposed male vampire while you're gasping for precious, post-kiss air."

Jacob shakes his head. "Not with a vampire, no."

"Well, I've never done this at all, so you have the leg up. That was not a dog joke, mind you."

Jacob smirks at me. I smirk back. "Relax, Edward. We're animals. We're good at this stuff. It's just kind of awkward to mix business," he replies quietly, pushing me down so that I'm on my back. He then straddles me, placing his knees on either side of my hips. His lips brush my ear as he whispers, "with pleasure."

Speaking of pleasure, a sudden surge of it rushes through my body and I groan involuntarily. I'm not at all used to being the one receiving the seduction. It's a change, certainly, but it's a pleasant one. Jacob presses his lips to my jawbone and drags his tongue as his mouth ventures downwards. I find that I absolutely adore having my collarbone kissed. Just as Jacob ceases, I plead, "More!"

You taste so good, he thinks to me.

"Little liar," I say, surprisingly coherent. That pleases me.

I'm not lying. I suppose I've always had a sweet tooth, he purrs again, nipping at my shoulder ever so slightly. I might have missed it, had I not been paying acute attention. I really do want to reciprocate the intense satisfaction Jacob is giving me, but I'm pinned down. He doesn't seem inclined to stop, either.

Jacob's lips slide down to my chest, engulfing the entirety of it in kisses. He makes his way to the waistband of my pants and fiddles with my belt. I feel warmer than normal, which yes, isn't that warm, but it wasn't all due to Jacob's hands. If I were human, I'm sure I would have been flushed crimson.

The sensation I feel next catches me off guard. It was by far the best… no, the second best thing I'd ever felt in my ninety years. Nothing compares to drinking human blood of course, but myself in Jacob's mouth was almost as good. I moan in contentment and Jacob bobs his head faster. I lace my fingers through his hair and whisper, "Jacob."

Jacob says something along the lines of my name, but it's warped by his latest chew-toy. The vibration in his throat makes me jerk upwards and dig my fingernails into his scalp. I don't mean to hurt him, it's a knee-jerk reaction. But knee-jerk or not, he sits back on his knees, smirking up at me teasingly.

"Why on earth did you stop?" I demand.

"Where would my fun be?"

"In your mouth where it belongs," I mumble sourly, agitated that my built-up tension hasn't been released.

"Oh, shut up and reciprocate," Jacob says as he lays down on his back beside me. I want to make him feel the way he made me feel, but I definitely did not want to chance the venom on my teeth being that close to a concentration of blood. So, I do the next best thing.

I undo his pants and pull them down slightly. "Kiss me," I command.

Jacob looks startled and a little angry that I expect him to comply. "Sorry," I correct. "Please kiss me, Jake. You will not regret it."

Jacob rolls his eyes in a playful way, smiles, and then presses his lips to mine. His smile is still apparent underneath my kiss. I trace my hand down his chest and his toned stomach until I reach the fly of his pants. I undo that, along with the button, and reach my hand inside. Jacob gasps at my cold touch, pulling away. "Can you not?"

"Would you like me to 'not', then?"

"Well… no… but this is really, really cold!"

I pump my hand up and down his length once. "Can't you get used to it?"

"I," the word comes out as a moan, "suppose I can do that."

"Good!" I chirp and find a rhythm. I focus on that as opposed to all Jacob's thoughts and the noises he's making. One thought in particular involves me and him. That's to be expected, so I wasn't shocked. But it was the content that made me surprised. I don't know why he assumes I'm so flexible, but he was thinking about my toes up by my ears, like that would ever happen, and him on his knees, quite forcibly taking my virtue. And I seemed to be enjoying it quite a lot…

"Edward," Jacob moans, drawing my concentration away from this sex scene he's got etched into his mind. "Stop."

"Why?"

"I won't be able to- to- just stop!"

I jerk my hand out of his jeans. "Alright, I've stopped."

"Appreciated. Now, you don't happen to have any… um… preparation?"

I bow my head, embarrassed, and nod. Alice had seen this coming yesterday. That is, she saw me going up to the woods, and then my future disappeared. She asked me why, and I simply told her. She didn't dare tell anybody else, but she cleared the house for me. She wasn't happy about it, understandably, but she did want me to be safe. So she had let me know what I would need.

"Really?! Where?"

"Top drawer…" I mumble.

Jacob's up before I can blink, and back down by the time I look up at him. "You are so dirty," he said.

"Not dirty," I defend. "Just… prepared."

"Oh, you prepared, prepared boy!" Jacob teases, tearing into a condom wrapper with his teeth. I watch him attentively as he strips off his pants, opens the small, square package and unrolls what's inside.

"Enjoying the show?" he asks mockingly. I roll my eyes.

He wraps himself next and instructs me to get up and go on all fours. I groan about it, because it's so clichéd and humiliating. "I suppose it's called 'doggy style' for a reason," I spit.

Jacob makes an "ugh!" sound and plunges into me.

"AUGH! A LITTLE WARNING MIGHT HAVE BEEN NICE!" I holler. I have every damned right to; despite my high pain tolerance, when the pain is extreme and coming from one central area- not to mention an area where I'd rather not feel pain- I tend to react.

"Warning, then."

"Little late for that," my voice breaks in a choked cry of agony with Jacob's first thrust.

"Jake, I-" I plead with him, "I do not want this anymore!"

Jacob, being very careful not to move his lower half, bends down until he's at my ear-level. "Edward, I know it hurts. I've been there, alright? But it'll feel really, really good in a minute. The key is to just relax and let it happen."

"How can I relax," I snarl, "when there is intense pain where there shouldn't be?"

"It's hard, I know. But it's the only way it won't hurt, if that makes sense. Here just… grit your teeth and dig those nails of yours into the carpet. You're more than capable." Jacob plants a kiss on my ear and then slowly get back up. I clamp my mouth shut, biting so hard I'm almost shaking, and grip the floor.

"Are we ready?" Jacob asks, his voice softer than I'd ever heard it. I think that was him trying to comfort me.

I nod, to afraid to speak. Another thrust, another ache. Another thrust, another ache. Another thrust, another ache. Another thrust, another… "Oh, Jacob!"

He laughs from behind me and places his hands on my shoulders, steadying the both of us and slightly moving me back and forth. I don't mind this at all. Intense pain has been replaced by even more intense pleasure, as if the agony had never been there.

"Told you!" he says playfully. Obviously he has had more experience with keeping his head about him during coitus than me.

I cannot manage to say anything aside from loud, obnoxious moaning, so I drop any hope of communications. What Jacob is doing is just fine with me. I don't need to correct or criticize. I move in sync with Jacob, back and forth, back and forth. It feels excellent to greater degrees the more I move, so I try to do that. Oh, do I ever try.

I feel Jacob's hand slide across my back and downwards to my evident excitement. "What are you- oh!" I say, cut off by my own loud moan when Jacob pumps that hand up and down my length. I'm soon immobilized by sheer gratification. It's all I can do to hold my position enough for Jacob to keep on doing whatever he was doing. Every little twinge of anything feels absolutely marvellous. And then I feel…something. Something in the very pit of my stomach, like a buzzing sensation. It travels downwards towards my legs and then it- it sort of explodes.

"AH!" I groan as I twitch and jerk around. Jacob pulls his hand away and places it back on my shoulder. I want to collapse more than anything else, despite not needing sleep. I'm about to, actually, but Jacob stops me.

"Just…" he moans dreamily, like he's lost someplace else, "wait…"

I comply, and Jacob moves harder and faster than he had been before. That hurts a little bit, but not a bad hurt. He lets out a strangled cry and grips my shoulders tighter. I assume this is his peak, so I ride it out. Just for him.

When he's done shaking and groaning my name (which was, by the way, the most attractive possible thing he could do), he pulls out of me slowly and rolls over. I let myself fall down and turn to face him. His beauty is glistening with sweat, his hair is dishevelled, and he's smirking at me. I grin at him, simply happy to be, well, not alive, per se.

"For a virgin," Jacob pants, turning onto his back, "you're pretty damn good."

"Thanks," I pant in return. "Err, Jake?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I'd like to do that again sometime. Sometime soon, perhaps?" I ask embarrassedly.

"That can be arranged," Jacob says wickedly.

I close my eyes, lean back, and immerse myself in his thoughts.