Disclaimer: The magical world of Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just playing with her toys.
In Your Dreams
Jacob grabbed the girl's hips and pulled her toward his groin. His fingers pressed into the smooth fabric of her silky negligee, and he felt the muscles beneath: tense and ready. Jacob writhed in longing for the feel or a glimpse of her hidden breasts. He wanted to kiss her, but she chewed her lips absently, unaware of Jacob's discontent. The girl moved over him, promising fulfillment Jacob could only imagine, but delivering nothing. Dissatisfied with the lack of sensation, Jacob pushed his hips up. The action did not diminish his frustration.
Jacob wanted to pull Bella closer, but Edward shoved him and hissed.
Jacob painted Bella's face on the sensual nymph in his dream, but his limited experience did not remotely gift him with a vision of the real Bella. Jacob could only imagine the bodies he had seen in movies. Jacob had no knowledge of the fragile woman with narrow hips and perfect breasts, who moaned 'Edward' softly, sometimes painfully, in her sleep. The day-dreamed woman who whispered in Edward's ear and promised him eternity was not the siren in Jacob's head.
A/N: Twilight Last Author Standing Round 1 Challenge 3 entry
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