Disclaimer: Yes I own them. I am also Bruce Lee incarnate. Believe me? I didn't think so.
Whoa, that last chapter was the longest one I have ever written. EVER. And yet it only took me three hours to type up. I can type pretty fast, but between distractions (i.e. family, the dog), and having to take a break every half an hour so that I wouldn't go cross eyed it went by really fast. If my Jake comes off a little too macho it's because I'm watching Monday Night Raw right now. I just can not get enough of John Cena. I tell my niece he's going to be her uncle one day every once in a while. She thinks it's funny.
She had tried on every outfit in her closet. She sighed, remembering the last time she had done this. A different guy, same nerves. She angrily shoved her hair out of her face. Charlie watched her curiously, from the door. His eyes panned to the clothes on the floor, then back to Bella. She threw the shirt she had in her hand over her shoulder.
"Did a clothes volcano blow up in here?"
"Yes. I can't find anything to wear."
"Where are you going?"
"Out to dinner."
"With who?"
"With..." Did she really want to tell her dad about Jacob?
"Homie the clown?"
"Dad! I was like five!" She said laughing.
"I still think you're too young to be going out with a clown that beats kids over the head with a bat. Just putting that out there."
Bella shook her head, still laughing. She picked up the closest article of clothing, before pulling in front of her for inspection. It was a pair of a black pants. They didn't look too bad. They were casual, yet dressy. And they were clean. That was an added bonus.
"Jake, Dad. I'm going out to dinner with Jake."
"Like a date?"
"Stranger things have happened dad."
"Hmm." He said, before walking away.
"Hey, Dad?" Bella called, getting his attention.
"Yeah, Bells?"
"You can go ahead and tell Billy. I know that's what you're going to do."
"Mmm 'k."
That was his usual answer when Bella was acting weird. She rolled her eyes as she pulled on the pants. She closed her eyes as she turned to grabbed something from the shirt pile. Maybe she would have the same luck that she'd had with the pants. She picked up something that felt flimsy, and silky. That couldn't have been good. She opened one eye and groaned. A dark blue, flimsy tank top was in her hand. It had to have been something that Alice had left when she would stay over. Bella would have to send it back to her. After she tried it on. Just once. She quickly pulled it over her head, and shut her closet door. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She didn't look bad. She had to admit, that she was sure Jacob would like it. She would wash it, then send it back to Alice.
She adjusted the thick straps of the top, so that her bra wasn't showing before running her brush through her hair one last time. She had never been a make up person, but Angela had accidentally let it slip to Jessica that Bella had a boyfriend, and she had insisted that Bella let her take her to buy make up. The make up was still in the bag she had brought it home in that afternoon. She eyed it, before rolling her eyes. She didn't want to feel like she was trying too hard. She grabbed the bag with a huff, and headed into the bathroom.
She was applying mascara when someone knocked on the door. It was more than likely Jacob.
"Dad? Can you get that?"
"You don't want to answer the door if it's Jake. I'll never understand girls. But I'll get it."
"Thanks. Don't send him up here!" she said, when she heard the door close.
"Too late." Jacob said, coming up the stairs.
"Go back down!" she said, quickly capping the mascara.
"But I'm already up here." he said, with a laugh.
"Cover your eyes and go in my room."
"Leave the door open!" Charlie called from downstairs.
Bella grabbed the counter, and took a deep breath. Already they were both working against her. It was just like old times. She smiled, knowing her dad didn't really have anything against Jacob. Charlie just didn't think anyone was good enough for his only daughter. She walked the short distance to her room, seeing Jacob with his back towards her. He was standing in the middle of her room, staring at the mess that she had created.
"I knew I should have cleaned that up before I went in there." she said as she blushed.
"You did this?" Jacob asked, still turned away from her.
"I didn't like what I tried on."
"Yeah. I had that problem, too."
"You're admitting it?" she asked laughing.
"Well I'm not gonna lie." he said, finally turning around.
He took her in, as the wind was knocked out of him. She had taken something as simple as a tank top and pants, and managed to easily turn into the goddess of every fantasy he had ever had. He was across the room in half a second.
"Lets get out of here. Because I doubt you're dad is going to like what I'm thinking right now."
"Let me grab a pair of shoes." she said, brushing her fingers over his arm as she passed him to walk into the room.
He was standing at the door to her room when Charlie poked his head over the banister. Jacob smiled, then waved, letting him know that he was on his best behavior. Charlie waved back, with a shamed expression.
"You almost ready?"
"Hold on a second. Impatient much?"
"Yes."
"You just saw me yesterday." she said, slipping a shoe on her left foot.
"Well, I need a little more than seeing you. If you know what I mean."
"I touched your arm when I passed by you. That's going to have to be enough until we get in the car." she said, just above a whisper.
"Not even hand holding?" Jacob asked pouting.
"Come here." she said from farther inside the room.
He looked up to see her by the dresser. She beckoned him with her finger, giving him a teasing smile. He was standing in front of her in two strides. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as he pulled her to him.
"We have five seconds before he's at the bottom of the stairs." he said, just above a whisper.
"You'd better hurry up and kiss me then."
The kiss was brief, and they heard something shuffle downstairs, making them pull apart.
"Better?" she said, as she pulled him out the door.
"Much." he said, as she pulled him down the stairs.
She let go as they reached sight of the living room. She grabbed a sweater as Jacob said goodbye to Charlie.
"Have her home by one."
"A.M.?"
"Yes Bella, as in A.M.." Charlie said, rolling his eyes.
"I will."
"You two have fun."
"See you in the morning, Dad." Bella said, joining the two of them.
"I should be gone before you get up, Bells. I should see you at some point tomorrow."
Jacob opened her door for her, before coming around to his side. He reached for her hand, as he started the car.
"You're going to drive one handed?"
"I know what I'm doing." he said, looking forward.
"Does that mean that I can't distract you?"
"Yes it does. I'd like to get you home in one piece."
"Pull over at the stop sign then."
"Why?" he asked, finally looking over at her.
"Because that chaste kiss we had in my bedroom wasn't enough."
Jacob laughed, as he pulled to a stop at the corner. They turned towards each other at the same time. His lips crushed hers as she threaded her fingers through his hair. She was glad that it was shorter, she was. But a part of her wished that he hadn't had to cut it when he changed. The feeling of his fingers running through her hair did things to her. She wanted to repay the favor. She would have to talk him into at least letting it grow a little.
He pulled away, as a car rounded the bend in front of them.
"Better?"
"Much. I can't believe he's letting me stay out until one."
"He didn't do that with Cullen?"
"No. It was eleven."
"Did he ever sneak into your room?"
"Every night. Dad never let him upstairs when he was there. So points for you."
"Every night, huh? So he scaled the tree every night?"
"He would jump from the ground up to the window. I like your way better. It's more dangerous."
"More points for me." he said, with a smile.
"Yep. Just to warn you, I told Charlie that he could tell your dad about us."
"He's known since it happened. He'll probably act shocked, just for effect."
"You told him the day you imprinted on me?"
"He's my dad. I wanted his opinion." Jacob said as they stopped at a red light.
"I guess I see where you're coming from. I called Renee the night we did homework."
"Very funny." he said, chuckling.
"My dad is not going to fall for that again."
"We'll just have to get creative. We can tell him that we're going to my house to do homework. Or the library."
"Would your dad really believe that?" she asked, giving him a credulous look.
"He wouldn't tell Charlie if he did. Plus, he wouldn't question you."
They made idol talk on the way to the restaurant. Jacob had made reservations at her favorite restaurant in Port Angeles. Which was not where she'd had her first date with Edward. No, her mom and dad had taken her here when she was a child. She hadn't been since she was seven, when Charlies dad had died. She still didn't know how Jacob had figured it out. He said that he had to keep a few things to himself.
Jacob had just pushed in her chair for her, when she heard someone call her name. She inwardly groaned as Jacob looked up. Mike must be with Jessica.
"If they come over here I want you to be nice."
"So no throw up references?" Jacob asked, looking defeated.
Bella shook her head, as she bit her lip. Her smile came anyway, and he smiled in victory. He took her hand over the table, and they heard something slam against a table. Bella looked over her shoulder, to see Jessica leaning over Mike. His leg was sticking out from under the table, and he had a look of agony on his face.
"He must have banged his leg pretty hard." Bella said, tossing Jessica a worried look.
"He's fine." she said, noticing Bella.
"You should probably get him some ice. In case his knee swells."
"You've done that before?" Jacob asked, sounding worried.
"I knocked my knee on my bed post last summer. It swelled up for days."
"Only you would manage to do that." he said, just loud enough for her to hear.
"It was the middle of the night." she said, through clenched teeth.
"He didn't warn you?" Not needing to say his name.
"No. He wasn't there that night." she said, shaking her head.
"I would have been."
Bella let the conversation drop, as Jessica walked over to them.
"Thanks for the ice tip. The waiter is going to get him some." she said with a smile.
She was being inconspicuous, and Bella wasn't used to that.
"Jessica, this is Jacob. Jacob, this is Jess. And you know Mike." she said, nodding her head towards Mike.
"He does?" Jessica asked staring at Bella.
"They met the night Mike and I went to the movies. Jacob went with us."
"Mike mentioned that someone had gone with you two. He didn't mention a name."
Jacob looked up, giving her a dazzling smile. She looked back to Bella with a smile. That was more like the Jessica she knew.
"I should go back. I was nice meeting you, Jacob."
"You too, Jessica." he said, still smiling.
Jessica got back to her table as the waiter brought Mike a plastic bag of ice. Mike wrapped his napkin in it, before putting it on his knee. He looked over at Bella and nodded. Jacob waved, and Mike waved back.
"Thank you for being nice."
"I'll be nice as long as he is." Jacob said, rubbing his thumb across her hand.
"So, are you ready to go?"
"We haven't ordered yet."
"We can get it to go. I have a better idea."
"Than this?"
"Yep."
"This I have to hear. I put on a nice shirt and cologne for you."
"You do smell nice." she said with a smile.
"Still want to leave?"
"I want to be alone with you." she said, staring into his eyes.
"Whatever the lady wants." he said as the waiter walked up to them.
"Could we get two steak dinners to go?"
"What sides would you like ma'am?"
"Are baked potatoes okay with you?" she asked, looking at Jacob.
He nodded, then the waiter walked away. She had never been a fly by the seat of their pants kind of person. But tonight was a good night to start. A few minutes later, the waiter came back with their check, and informed them that they could pick up their dinner up front. Twenty minutes later they were back in his car, and Bella was balancing the bag that held their dinner in her lap. She directed him towards the boardwalk, before she told him to stop.
"Here?"
"Yes here. Come on." she said, unbuckling her seat belt.
He followed her, and she got situated on the hood of the Rabbit. He climbed behind her, and got situated so that she was in between his legs.
"You can go ahead an take off your shirt. I know you're suffering." She said over her shoulder.
He unbuttoned his shirt, and Bella was leaning against him before he could pull it off.
"This is better." she said with a sigh.
"You're right, it is." he said, resting his chin on her shoulder.
The water lapped at the rocks underneath the bridge. The smell of the water, and Jacob's cologne, mixed as Bella sighed in contentment. He kissed her bare shoulder making her smile. His idea had been good, but she knew that he would appreciate this more. This way they wouldn't have her friends watching him. Even if she did like to show him off, she had wanted Angela to meet him first. She could imagine Jessica bringing it up during lunch the next day. Going on about how cute was, and how nice he had been. She could also see Mike's eyes roll as Jessica talked about Jacob. She bit back a laugh, as she shifted in Jacob's lap. She kissed the corner of his mouth, before he turned her completely around in his lap. Someone catcalled, then they heard someone say something about getting a room in a joking manner. It had sounded like Jessica and Mike.
Bella stared into his eyes, as she leaned down to kiss him. His hands rested on her hips as her hands were in between them. Her hands came to rest on his stomach, as she deepened the kiss. She could never get enough of him. Luckily, he felt the same way. His hands pushed up the corners of her top as his fingers explored. He pulled away, looking her in the eye. To the rest of the world, they were two teenagers acting on their needs. Little did people know that his needs went a little farther than most peoples. Something that Bella wasn't ready for. Jacob was patient. He was even content letting her set the pace. He would just have to take a cold shower tonight. Like he had the night before. It was a small price to pay for being with her.
