(a.n. = sorry, i know it's short. i'd have written more, but i wanted you all to at least have something to read. oh, and by the way, it's probably going to be a fair bit longer than i'd initally anticipated; i came up with a nice little plot last night.)

"What's on the agenda, then?" Jacob enquires eagerly. I smirk at him. Now, I don't condone foul language; I think it is unnecessary in most cases. But I feel that I need it here to truly get my point across.

"Well," I say in that way people do when they're about to explain something unimportant, "I plan on you kissing me some more, maybe me putting my hands somewhere you'd like them, and then," I pretend to think about it. "I think I'd like to fuck you senseless."

"Excuse me?!" Jacob splutters. How funny he is when you surprise him. He really does look like a little dog when you've taken away its toy.

"You heard me. Are you interested or not?"

"Oh," he breathes, "I'm so in."

I grin and quip, "I think I'd actually be the one who would be 'in'."

"Dirty."

I ignore this and pull Jacob's face down to mine. I kiss him as aggressively as I possibly can, as I need to get… just… more of him! Instincts are all that tell us what to do. We've checked our minds out for a few hours, and along with that we've accepted that this must be our last expression of our feelings. We haven't said anything about it to each other, but with my thought-reading, I know that he's thinking the exact same thing. It's a bittersweet moment, that much is for certain. As we clutch at one another, nipping necks and nuzzling noses, Jacob and I both know that this is going to end directly after I fall on top of him with exhaustion. I almost want to stop him and suggest we do something relaxing, less attached. However, right now, he's trying to get my shirt off, and my mind is instantly shot back to sex.

I assist him in taking off my sand light grey crew neck sweater and throwing it to who-knows-where. His hand is making its lazy way down my chest, stomach, hips, everywhere but where I want it to be. That slightly irritates me, but I try and put my mind off of it. Jacob's thoughts should be a nice distraction.

Woah. Damn, I wish I had muscles like these. That might lure him away from Bella… well, wait. That's not possible. He obviously loves her more. And I guess I should be happy… right? I mean, they're happy. Edward'll be happy. And as long as he's happy, I'm happy. And at least we had these last few days to be with each other. That should be enough. I know it's gonna be crap after this, but it's all worth it in the end. I hope.

I want to cry. If I could. Jacob does not deserve to feel like that on my account. If I could take the pain away, I would. If I could tell Bella that while I love her, I've met someone else that I love just as much, if I could hurt her, I would. As it is, however, I am completely torn. I really should say something. I open my mouth to speak, but at the same time that Jacob decides to take initiative and move his hand downwards. "Jake!" I gasp. I hadn't meant to sound like that. I compose myself and continue. "I couldn't help but hear what you were thinking just a moment ago, and- oh, would you please stop that?"

Jacob doesn't stop pumping his hand up and down my length. The warmth and the pleasure make up the most fantastic combination anyone could ever feel, a combination which makes it difficult to speak with any shred of coherency. "Well, as much as you're doing this to shut me up, I intend to make my full speech, hand job or no hand job. Look, the fact is that this is far too taboo to go-" Jacob squeezes his hand slightly, "anywhere. We're two male supposed enemies. It isn't written in nature for us to be together."

"Can't we talk about this later?"

"No, Jake. I want to clear this up now, so we can continue this with a better understanding of the situation."

Jacob sighs and removes his hand. "Fine," he says, "let's clarify."

"Alright. So, if we were to be together, where would it lead? Anyplace special?"

He bows his head and looks down at my chest. "Guess not. But does it have to?"

"Call me old-fashioned, but I'd like to have a relationship that would mean something. I'm not saying that you and I wouldn't mean something, but…" I trail off, unsure of what I mean.

"So, let me get this straight. You get someone you love, but I get nobody?"

That makes my dormant heart ache. "It isn't like that. Somebody will come along."

"WHEN?!" Jacob roars.

"Shhh. I don't know, Jake. But you'll have your happy ending eventually."

"You don't know that," he pouts.

"Yes, Jacob, I do. Believe me. You're too amazing and beautiful to not have a happy ending."

A large smile emerges on his face as he lets his head drop onto my chest. "But why can't it be you?"

I place a tentative kiss on the top of his head. "I'm sure you've had to read Romeo and Juliet in your English class?"

I feel him nod.

"Well, it's like that. It's apparent that we love each other, but it's inherent that we can't be together. You're a Capulet and I'm a Montague."

"Why do I have to be the girl?"

"If you're still up for it, you'd be the one on the receiving end. So for now, you're Juliet."

"Oh, I'm still up for it."

I smile wickedly. "Good."

Jacob gets off me and extends his hand. I take it and he pulls me up so that we're both sitting on the edge of the bath. "You want to do it now? Like, skip the foreplay?"

"Don't you need it?"

"Nah. But you look like you're ready enough," Jacob observes, grinning, and gesturing down to my lap. I suppose I am.

"Alright," I say enthusiastically.

And just like that, it's all instincts and tearing of clothes until we're back in the tub, him on all fours underneath me and I'm about to enter him. "Are you ready?" I ask, taking him into consideration.

"Yeah," he says, but his voice betrays his confidence.

"Stop me if it hurts too much."

"It's gonna hurt anyways, just do it."

I shrug and slowly lean my hips inwards. Jacob gasps and I can hear him grinding his teeth. He's thinking about how good it's going to feel momentarily, so I don't linger too much on his pain. My experience being on top so far beats my being on bottom. It's better but the same in that it feels the same, only sooner.

Jacob is moaning and panting, as am I. I'm too involved even to make a dog reference. And then the funniest thing happens! He and I are about to simultaneously finish up, and I know that I probably do moronic, animalistic things while I'm lost in a climax (bite things, bite other things, basically just bite), but Jacob takes the idiot cake! He howls. Yes, howls. Perhaps in his wolf state that would be normal, but as his human self, it just makes me laugh directly in the middle of my peak. It's a weird sensation, I must admit, but then Jacob's barking out a laugh as well.

"What's so funny?" he pants.

"Arr-ooooo!" I do my best wolf impression.

Jacob's laughter grows more intense as he collapses onto the porcelain, too weak from sex and hysteria to support his weight. I'm - no pun intended - howling with laughter, as well, as I slide out of him and ease myself back up on the edge of the bath.

"Oh my God!" says Jacob after about two solid minutes of not being able to speak. "I totally howled, didn't I?!"

"You did!" I exclaim, still chuckling.

"Thaaaaat's embarrassing."

"A little," I say frankly, "but I'm sure it happens to the other wolves."

"I wouldn't bet on it."

Jacob stands up and shakes his legs out a little bit. He slides his boxers and pants back on and checks himself in the mirror. He rakes his fingers through his hair and whips it back over his shoulders. He seems to be satisfied with his looks. I get up and - after throwing out the prophylactic - imitate him, pulling on my own boxers and my jeans, but my sweater is nowhere to be found. No matter.

"Uhhhhhh," I groan. "I don't think I've been tired in ninety years."

"I don't think I've been this tired in sixteen."

I look at my reflection. I seem the exact same as every other day. I'm content with this.

"So, um," Jacob begins uncomfortably, "I should be going. You need to be heading to the airport or something, right?"

"Can't I get you anything before you leave?"

"Like what?"

"Coffee, cigarette, any after-coitus conveniences?"

Jacob smiles. "Ah, I guess some coffee would be alright, if you don't mind."

"Not at all," I coo as I run downstairs and put some Colombian beans in the grinder. I run upstairs to my room and find a new t-shirt. It's deep indigo and extremely soft. I've kept it hidden from Alice and her charity work because I love I so much. I then sprint back to the kitchen and set up the coffee maker with a new filter and put in the grounds. In a matter of seconds, really, it's finished. I'm pouring his mug just as Jake saunters down the stairs.

"Here you are," I chirp, handing him the cup.

"Mm, thank you very much," he says appreciatively and takes a sip. "Jesus! This is fantastic! What kind is it?"

"American Roast Supremo, or something like that."

"As in, from Colombia?"

"Sí. It was just there. Don't worry about it," I say nonchalantly.

"Well, um, thanks a lot. It's really, really good. Next time you have human company, this is the stuff to give 'em."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Jacob finishes his coffee and heads out the door. I bid him goodbye, and I seem content enough. But I can't help feeling extremely empty with him gone.