I don't know what I'm doing here. Edward had just been messed up after his first time when he said he wanted to do it again. I don't know why I'm pacing the boundary line sans a shirt, actually considering this. My thoughts are safe here, so I'm free to deliberate. Okay, I think to myself. Bella comes home tomorrow night. Edward is all hers after that. I've got one night to be with him. But… what if he doesn't want to do it again? No, Jake, that's ridiculous. He loves you. So just go!

My car is idling beside me. I climb in and red-line it to Edward's place. I don't know if any of his bloodsucker friends are home, but I don't care. I park in the drive and jog to the door. The instant my finger hits the bell, Edward is there, a shocked look on his perfect face. "Jacob? What are you doing here?"

"Dunno. Thought I'd stop by and say hi."

"Little liar," Edward said like he had yesterday.

"Am not!"

"I can tell when you're lying, mutt."

"Oh, shut up. I guess I was hoping to say a bit more than 'hi'…"

"Like what?"

I smirk. I feel brave for a fleeting moment and I take advantage of that. "I was hoping to say something like 'Oh God, oh Edward! Deeper, parasite! Harder!'"

Edward's face looks like a mixture of surprise, disgust and pleasure. He contemplates my words for a minute, then speaks. "I still have the house to myself. Would you care for a tour?"

"I'd like that," I reply, following him into the place. He says random historical facts about the house, but I'm not really listening. I'm mainly staring at his ass in the jeans he's wearing today. His shirt is short-ish, so I have clear visibility. Edward's pants are super tight, too, so I can really make out every little bit. His left thigh is like, el cantante. It's singing for me. I want nothing more than to just rip off those damned jeans of his and take him again right here and now. I practically let my tongue roll out of my mouth when Edward's hands slide down his sides and his thumbs hook into his belt loops. He does a little wiggle of his hips, meant for me. I know that much.

"Jake? Eyes up. I'm not an object, you know."

"But-but- that ass!" I protest, not caring that I sound like some bratty kid.

"What about it?"

"It's… it's just so perfect! Like, you don't know it as well as I do. It's absolutely amazing."

"That's not my only ass-et, dog," Edward teases, sliding his jeans a little farther down his hips. Not revealing anything but skin. I'm embarrassed at my rapidly-stiffening lower half. But hey, you'd have a raging hard-on too, if Edward Cullen were doing a tiny striptease for you.

"Does this conclude our tour?" I ask hopefully.

Edward spins around on his heel so that I'm now staring at his crotch. My face grows hotter by roughly a thousand degrees. I snap my head up. "Umm…"

"No need for explanations. I understand that your intentions were just."

I smile and nod. I can't form words right now. I don't like being such a perv, because Edward deserves respect and love and adoration, not being objectified.

"Shall we?" he asks innocently.

"Shall we what?" I ask, confused.

"I'm assuming you wanted rough sex when you came over here. So, shall we?"

I'm stunned by his frankness. "Let's," I answer with a large grin on my face.

Edward clutches my burning cheeks in his hands and pulls my face to his. We stagger about until we find a wall that I can be pressed against as Edward's roaming hands take initiative. They wander their icy way along my back, pressing in at spots that make me feel incredibly relaxed. "Where'd you learn how to do this?" I murmur in contentment as I break our kiss.

"Eighty-odd years of spare time," he casually says and keeps massaging my back.

"Edward, that feels so good."

"Better than sex?"

"Your sex? Mm, not by a long shot," I say and smile.

Edward chuckles to himself and stops pressing my back. He sees my let down expression and starts to rub his hands up and down. "Trying to warm them up for you," he states.

"Guilt trips aren't allowed in sexy rendezvous. Besides, it was just a shock, is all."

"I know. But on our last night together, I want you to be comfortable."

A twinge of nausea occurs in my stomach. "Thanks," I mutter. "I wasn't very nice to you, though… I'm sorry. I was kind of anxious."

"It's fine. I get to be on top this time, though."

"Sure, sure," I say, closing my eyes. "I just hate that this is our last night, you know?"

"Jake," Edward says pleadingly, "I don't like it any more than you do. Do you think I enjoy looking at you every day, but not being able to do anything because of Bella?"

"I'll leave now and give you a clean break," I offer, not wanting him to accept.

"But you don't want to go. Besides, I've got you right where I want you." Edward's voice has taken on that delicious seductive tone he uses with me to melt away my thoughts as he squeezes me closer to him.

"Really?" I ask. "You don't want me… here?" I press my lips gently to his cheek. "Or… here?" I kiss his lips briefly. "Or here?" I kiss his neck and flick my tongue out. "Or even there?" I gesture downwards with my head. "I know you like it when I'm there."

Edward purses his lips and twitches them from side to side. "I hadn't thought of that."

"I'm surprised. It's all that's on my mind. You should be picking some of that up."

He smirks at me and slides his right hand down my back, grazing my ass, and intertwines our fingers once he finds my hand. "So," he says, "now that you've gotten the tour, you've got enough education to pick the place."

"I get to choose this time?"

"You do. Just a second, though."

I blink and Edward's gone. I blink again and he's back with the box of rubbers and a little bottle of lube. I laugh incredulously. What a boy scout.

"Call me whatever you want, I'm saving time."

"You got me there."

"So, which place did you pick?"

I think quickly. He hadn't given me enough time to actually choose. We'd already done it in his bedroom, and his was about the only vampire scent I could handle, so nobody else's room was going to do. Kitchens are just weird because people make food in there… well, not Edward, but still. Weird. Bathrooms are benign, though. Meant for dirty things. "Bathroom," I blurt.

Edward raises an eyebrow at me. "My thoughts exactly."

"You're dirty."

"Prepared, Jacob. Prepared."

"Call yourself whatever you want, I'm just stating fact," I remark.

Edward rolls his dark amber eyes at me and kisses me like it's something natural. Like it doesn't set off the fourth of fricking July in my stomach, like it doesn't give me goosebumps. I sigh through my nose and bring my hands up to his silky hair. It's so damn soft! Not in a greasy way, either. It's really nice to feel, actually. I get fistfuls of that gorgeous, bronze hair and yank him ever closer. Of course, him being as strong as me- if not stronger - he pries away from me, looking all messy and innocent. "Bathroom," he affirms.

"Sorry," I joke. "I don't come with a leash." I hold out my hand and Edward takes it. I note the color contrast between our two hands.

"Or a muzzle, evidently," Edward murmurs. I snarl.

He leads me off to the bathroom that's probably as big as my house. "Alright, you may kiss me now."

I don't care that I seem desperate, I crush my mouth onto his with no hesitation. I feel his hair again, enjoying every little thing he does. Like when I suck on his bottom lip, he exhales and loosens up, so it's easier to do my thing.

We stagger backwards, both our eyes are shut, so we don't see the ledge of the bathtub before we fall into it. The shower curtain comes with us, and I'm pretty confident that Edward hurt his back. Or at least, I would have had I been in his position. The shock on my face makes him laugh. I ignore that.

"Edward! Are you okay?"

"I did the tub plenty more damage than it did me, don't worry."

I start laughing suddenly at our position. I'm laying on top of him, my one leg in between the two of his. He's underneath me snickering, so the vibration from his laughter is making me laugh harder. And the shower curtain is on top of both of us like a blanket. "Impromptu bed… the universe is in our favour," I observe.

"That's a laugh. If the universe were on our side, I would be human, you would be human and Bella wouldn't exist."

"Don't," I blurt, putting my index finger to his lips, "talk about her. Not right now."

Edward smiles regretfully and nods. I kiss him, putting my hands on his cheeks to keep his face where I want it. He doesn't move, but he does move his tongue into a sort of dance with mine. Everything he does just has to be so frickin' skilled and perfect. I move my mouth to his neck and make little bites like I had before. I slide my hands deftly down towards his thighs and rub up and down. Edward does breathy moans that make me a very happy Jacob. Then I feel a vibration underneath my hand.

"My-" Edward's about to explain.

"Phone," I say dejectedly.

Edward answers the phone with a beautiful, amazing, glorious, "Hello?"

I look up at him with so much adoration my tail is practically wagging.

"B-Bella?" he asks.

My tail-wagging stops.

"Of course. I understand. Come by when you get back, alright? Oh, well then I'll sneak to your room as per usual. I love you, too. 'Bye."

Edward closes his phone and smiles at me in apology. "Sorry, Jake. Bella's coming back tonight."

"Oh," I grumble. "Alright. I'll just go, then."

"No! The thing about tonight is," Edward purrs, "is that it's tonight."

And the tail-wagging commences again.