Okay, so I got reviews from people asking for a follow-up and I think it's only fair that Leah gets her revenge on Jacob. Not quite sure about this one, wasn't sure where it was heading, but I still think it works so I'm just gonna go with it. I've posted it as a separate one-shot, and as a follow on chapter to my other story. Hope you enjoy, I know I did ;)

xx Killerkaiser

There is one reason that Jacob Black should have a padlock on his window: Leah Clearwater.

I, Jacob Black, was enjoying myself. I was asleep, but you can't say I was resting peacefully. Because when you're dreaming about an amazingly hot she-werewolf by the name of Leah Clearwater licking whipped cream off your abs, chest and lips, no matter how much you sleep, you won't get any rest at all.

And yes, this is not just a dream. This did actually happen. Last night. After I snuck into her room at 2am.

I couldn't sleep, I was restless, so I did the only sensible thing I could: jumped up onto the roof of my girlfriend's house and crept into her room through the window.

Of course, I knew what kind of reaction to expect: she would be pissed that I woke her up and there was a 67% chance that she would chuck me straight back out of her window. But I'm a werewolf, I run with vampires, and I'm in love with the fiercest, bitchiest, harshest she-wolf on the face of the planet. So I figured that if I'm still alive at this point, then there's gotta someone up there watching over me. Lord, protect me from bitchy she-wolf girlfriends.

After the expected verbal abuse and being thrown across her room (that one I wasn't expecting), we ended up having another one of our weirdly meaningful and insightful conversations. We often talk about ourselves, our pasts, and what went wrong in our lives, trying to figure it out a bit at a time. I like to think we've learnt a lot about each other this way, which is why Leah hasn't killed me yet. I think that's one of the best things about her: whether she can read my mind or not, she understands me and I can talk to her about anything.

And, if you get on her good side, you'll spend the early hours of the morning on top of her kitchen counter, naked, eating whipped cream off of her sensational body.

Score.

Although, despite my successful night, I'll admit I'm worried. Even though I know for a fact that she enjoyed herself too, I have a feeling that she's gonna be looking for payback, 'cause that's just the way Leah is. She has to win everything, always has the last word in an argument and will absolutely never back down.

So you see my reasoning: she'll be looking for revenge after I busted into her dream last night. Even though it didn't stay a dream for long.

But Leah won't see it that way, so I'm screwed.

Funny thing is, with all the time I spent worrying about what she was going to do to me, I wasn't actually focused enough to notice the banging, scraping and scratching outside my window. At the time I was still reliving last night as I slept, so I was concentrating on following the trail of whipped cream along Leah's collarbone, while someone broke in through my window.

The next thing I was aware of was a very wet figure which had launched itself into my room through my window (a huge storm had hit La Push earlier in the day, and it had been chucking down rain ever since). I was woken up when it landed on my bed, on top of me more precisely, drenching me with the rain water it has obviously been running through. I managed to stop my strangled yell just in time as the momentum carried both of us over the edge of my bed to land on my bedroom floor, tangled in my now soaked sheets. Since I was the one that landed on my back, with my intruder on top of me, I was the one that hit the floor, hard. My guest of course hadn't noticed this at all, and was laughing so hard I was worried the entire house was gonna get woken up.

Entire house being me and my dad. Then again, I didn't want him coming in to see this.

"Keep it down Leah," I hissed. "Do you want the whole of La Push to know that you're here?"

Leah was still laughing. "Oh come on Jake," she grinned. "It's a small town – everyone already knows what's going on between us. Including your dad."

"Yeah, but just because my dad knows that you and me are sleeping together doesn't mean I want him to come into my room to see it."

Leah gave a derisive snort. "Is that what you think?" she asked. "You think I came here tonight for sex?" She gave a disbelieving laugh. "Someone's gettin' cocky."

"Then why are you here?" I asked, trying to hide my disappointment that this night would not be taking the turn I'd been hoping for. Still, last night wasn't supposed to take that turn either, so maybe there's still hope.

Leah was grinning at me. "Revenge," she said lightly. I should've seen that one coming. Thinking about what she was getting revenge for led me to thinking about last night again, and I suddenly became aware of the position we were in. Leah was lying on top of me in a pair of seriously short shorts and a thin, white, practically see-through tank-top, her bare feet (she must have gone wolf on the way over) skimming up and down my calf. The fact that she was wearing a bra made me think she'd anticipated the see-through shirt issue, but the fact that she was wearing a black bra under a white shirt made me think she'd planned specially.

I had fallen asleep in my jean cut-offs, with no shirt on, and she was now lying happily across my chest, with only my sodden sheets between us. Knowing how much trouble I'd be in if I followed my current train of thought without her permission (even though I'm sure she'd see it my way eventually) I distracted myself.

"Um," I asked, wracking my brain for another subject. As one came to mind, I looked at her curiously.

"How did you get in here?"

For the briefest moment I thought I saw a look of guilt flash across her stunning features. But then it was gone as she answered me with a flippant "Through the window."

That told me all I needed to know. I looked towards my now open window (where rain was fast pouring through onto my mattress) and then back at Leah. She was looking at me with a weird expression on her face, trying for innocence, maybe?

"But my window was locked…" I said slowly.

Leah snorted, trying to brush it off, but I know her too well so she failed.

"That's stupid Jake," she said offhandedly, trying to cover with a laugh. "Why would you have your window locked?"

"Um," I said, recognizing the glint of mischief in her eye that she was trying to hide. "Because it's pissing down rain outside and I didn't want my window blown open. Which leads me to repeat my question."

I pushed myself up onto my elbows and Leah slid backwards so that she was straddling my waist. I ignored this and looked at her suspiciously.

"How did you get into my room through my locked window?"

Seeing she was done for, Leah bit her lip, eyes glinting. Whatever she'd done she wasn't sorry about it at all. That worried me even more.

At the same time, both of our eyes flashed over towards my window which was banging against the wall where it had been blown open.

At this point it hit me. I pulled myself out from underneath her and she rolled over to one side so I could get up. I crossed quickly over to the window, ignoring the rain that hit my face and checked the lock on the bottom.

Broken.

Torn apart by the looks of it, which would have required strength any normal human didn't have. I whipped round to look at Leah who was standing in the middle of the room, eyeing me up and down as the water streamed over my bare chest.

"You broke my window?!" I exclaimed.

She grinned. "I don't suppose you'd accept the excuse that the wind did it?"

"YOU TORE THE LOCK OFF MY WINDOW!"

She snorted. "Oh come on, it's not that big a deal! You can patch it up in two seconds and if it really matters that much, I'll buy you a padlock for it so we won't have this problem again. Alright?" She rolled her eyes. "Sheesh, overreact much?"

I couldn't believe it; I was absolutely speechless. She'd seriously ripped the lock off my window and broken into my room. In the middle of a storm. Flooding my bedroom. And did I mention that she broke my window?

I was so busy staring at her disbelievingly that I barely noticed her next reaction. She was looking at me, then at the window, and this glimmer was coming into her eyes, the kind of glimmer she gets when she's about to do something that she'll find fun and will really upset everybody else.

When I finally got over the shock, I noticed the way she was staring at me. I was immediately freaked.

"Leah," I said warily.

She grinned. "I'm sorry about the window Jake," she said, her voice almost becoming like a purr. She started to walk, no, saunter, towards me and I took a wary step back. She continued forward, like she was stalking prey of something, until my legs hit my bed. Biting her lip in a way that was oh so fucking sexy, she moved in front of me and leant up to put her lips to my ear.

"Left me make it up to you," she purred. Her hand trailed lightly down over my chest, across my bicep and down my arm. Her other hand skimmed the waistband of my jeans, and her leg nudged its way in between mine. She chuckled breathily in my ear as she felt my reaction. Her right hand trailed down over my wrist, and I couldn't help but incline my head towards hers. As her fingers wove their way through mine, I brushed my nose lightly against her face, breathing in her soaked scent.

But the breath I meant to slowly let out instead turned into a shocked gasp. Without seeing it coming at all, Leah had managed to grab a hold of my hand and with a laugh yanked me forward. With my hand in a vice-like grip, Leah managed to tug me onto the bed, onto the windowsill, and after her out of the window.

I was rudely broken from my trance when the rain hit my face, freezing cold, stinging and like being thrown unceremoniously into a bucket of ice water.

Damnit! She had managed to distract long enough so that she could get a hold of me and pull me out into the rain. Damn I should've seen this coming. I knew she was up to something the moment I saw her face, and I still let myself fall for it. This is what I get for letting my focus drift.

SHIT, IT'S COLD!

I run at over 104 degrees, and yet I could still feel how cold it was. I looked furiously over towards Leah, to yell at her over how stupid she was being and how badly I was gonna kill her.

And then I stopped.

Leah had let go of my hand and had pulled away from me, out towards the grass. The rain whirled around her, hitting her skin and soaking her through. Her hair hung limp over her shoulders and the rain lashed across her face.

And she was laughing.

She was twirling, the rain sliding down over her skin, her eyes alight as she laughed and spun, arms thrown open to the sky.

I was completely thrown. Leah Clearwater, the girl who never showed weakness or happiness or any hint of a carefree nature to anyone, was dancing in the middle of a storm. She looked so free, so open, completely lost in her own being.

I didn't speak, not wanting to ruin this moment, but eventually she swung around to look at me, grinning.

She practically ran forward, doing an impression of the short, pixie-like leech; she looked so light on her feet, as if she was dancing.

She grabbed a hold of my hand and holding it up spun underneath it.

"Um, Leah," I finally had to ask. "What are you doing?"

"Having fun," she laughed. "You should try, shouldn't be so serious all the time. It was a window, it can be fixed."

She laughed, shoving me playfully with a wicked glint in her eye, but I was so weirded out that when she pushed me I fell over backwards into a puddle of water.

Leah found this hilarious, and laughing, sprinted off through the rain.

That was it. With a growl, I climbed to my feet and shot off after her.

As the minutes slipped away I lost myself more and more in her atmosphere and began to laugh with her as I chased her. We wrestled and fought and chased and kissed, and we lost ourselves in the freedom and in the rain. Everything slipped away, my life, my problems, time: it was just me and her and happiness.

And I suddenly realized as she threw herself into my arms, laughing, that there was no life for me after Leah. She was it. The one.

I had once thought that Bella was the centre of my world, the one I'd spend forever with. My world revolved around her, about making her mine. And I'd spent so much time working to get her that I ignored the fact that the universe was screaming at me because my real forever was right there already.

And now that I think about it, here with Leah, I can't remember what it is about Bella that's so great.

Bella's pretty. Leah's beautiful.

Bella makes jokes. Leah makes me laugh so hard I can't breathe, without even saying anything.

Bella worked with me on my car. Leah bought me all the parts for my birthday and then hit me over the head with them for the fun of it, after she spent 3 days in my garage with me.

Bella and I went for walks. Leah and me sing along to all the words when we watch Sweeney Todd and have way much more fun anyway being so much more less serious.

And now, as I swing Leah round in my arms, her legs around my waist, her head tipped back as she laughs, Bella's face fades from my mind, and I realize why Bella can never be mine and why I don't want her to be:

Because Leah is everything Bella is, everything she's not, and everything she can never be.

I was cut off from this irresistible train of thought by Leah pressing her freezing lips to mine. I was taken by surprise but responded eagerly anyway. Through the rain that sheeted my eyes I could see the light dancing in Leah's. Resting her forehead against mine, she bit my bottom lip playfully and with a laugh I spun her round. She squealed against my lips, and linked her arms more tightly around my shoulders. I grinned through our kiss, my hands playing with the bottom of her soaked tank-top, my fingers skimming over the cold skin beneath. She laughed breathily and let go of my shoulders, flinging her body back so that I had to grab a tight hold of her waist to stop her falling. She looked straight up towards the rain, laughing as we drowned in it. Pulling herself up again, she hit my chest so hard that my legs came out from under me and I hit the grass, landing on my back, with a cackling Leah on top of me. I couldn't help but join in her laughter as we lay there in the rain, in the most unbelievably most perfect moment of my frickin' messed up life.

She looked down at me from where she hovered up above, smiling, her eyes glowing. She leant down and kissed me once, long and lingering, before pulling away grinning. I chuckled and ran my hand through her hair, staring up into her eyes.

"So…" she said slowly. "Am I forgiven?"

I pretended to deliberate. "Hmm… I'm not sure yet."

With a derisive snort Leah grabbed a hold of my shoulders and yanked us over, so I was hovering over top of her. She linked her legs around my waist.

"How about now?" she asked coyly.

I chuckled and kissed her again, and she rose to meet my lips. Falling back onto the wet grass, she looked up at me, a thoughtful look crossing her features.

"What are you thinking of now?" I teased, brushing a few wet strands of hair from her face.

She met my gaze, and I could see the familiar glint in her eyes.

"Jake," she said, her voice husky and seductive. Her fingers walked their way over my chest. Hooking her hand around my shoulders she pulled herself up to speak quietly in my ear.

I smiled as she spoke.

"Are you sure you really want a padlock for your window?"

And there it is guys. Leah's revenge, and oh how much fun it was. I'm sure that there is NO WAY Jake will be getting a lock on his window now. Any ideas for other one-shots, just let me know, I love inspiration. Sorry for the Sweeney Todd reference but I've been watching it recently and singing all the songs so I'm in a kind of phase: figured I had to get it in there somewhere, it's just so great. Thanks to all the readers and reviewers, may a pair of soaking wet, super-hot werewolves break into your rooms at night with whipped cream.

Peace out. Killerkaiser xx