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||= Finally My Turn =||

When I woke up the next morning, the sheets were lying in a heap on the floor, and Rebecca was fast asleep next to me, wrapped in my arms and fully clothed. I might've thought I'd dreamt the previous night's events if I wasn't butt naked. A huge grin stretched across my face, and I tightened my arms around her, kissing her forehead softly and nuzzling her hair with the tip of my nose. She began to stir, her eyes cracking open and then focusing on me. I didn't give her time to get the morning-after awkwardness going, smiling down at her lovingly.

"'Morning, beautiful." I cooed, bumping noses with her affectionately. She smiled warmly in return, drawing in a deep breath and pressing her forehead to mine.

"More like afternoon, sexy." She smiled, glancing over at her alarm clock and laughing a little. I squeezed her to me, then let go of her. She stretched her arms over her head and yawned, chest pushing out and toes flexing. It was cute. I ran a hand through my hair and rubbed sleep from my eyes, and then reached out to touch her face. I looked her over once, taking in her tee shirt and pants once more.

"When did you put your clothes back on?" I asked. Her face turned red and she averted her eyes.

"Uh, a little while after you went to sleep." She said, her eyes shifting from her far wall to my still naked body, taking me in.

"Why?" I pouted. She shrugged uncomfortably.

"I didn't want to sleep in the nude, with everything hanging out." She mumbled, shrugging. I pooched my bottom lip out.

"But I wanted everything to hang out." I whined playfully. She laughed a little, disbelievingly, but she knew it was pointless to argue with me. Her eyes caught on my breasts, scanning lower. I smiled, flattered by the praise in her eyes. She blushed a little darker.

"Like what you see?" I smirked, shifting so that my chest stuck out, opening my legs just slightly. She swallowed hard, looked up and held my eyes.

"Very much so." She admitted. My smirk widened to a grin, and I tugged her into a kiss. She pulled back weakly as I pecked her lips breifly.

"Morning breath." She protested weakly. I just snorted and pulled her back again, nibbling her lower lip as my left hand slid up her shirt, rubbing over the small of her back. I could smell her getting excited. I worked her pants down her hips a little, tracing shapes on her skin. She quivered just slightly.

"I love you, Leah." She said offhandedly, bringing my exploring hand to a standstill.

"I love you, Rebecca." I nuzzled her cheek, wrapping her up in my arms once more. She snuggled into my chest. We lay like that for several minutes as one of her hands crept down my side and around my back, slipping down to grab a handful of my butt. I laughed. She gave it a little pat, snickering as she kneaded my flesh. There was a loud buzz from the bottom of the bed, somewhere around our feet. I jumped slightly, sitting up to investigate. Another buzz. A light glowed from beneath the blanket. I stuck a hand down and my fingers met hard, warm plastic. I retrieved her cell phone, which was receiving a call, and handed it to Rebecca. She flipped it open.

"Hello?" She said. I could hear her mother's voice on the other end. She rolled off the bed and stood up, starting to pace as she listened.

"Ok. See you then." She concluded after a few minutes, snapping the phone shut. I did some thinking.

"I think you fell asleep on your phone." I laughed. She blinked, eyebrows knitting together as she thought about it. After a moment, she let out an embarrassed chuckle.

"Yeah, I think I did." The call from last night suddenly made sense. I rolled onto my back and laughed again.

"What's so funny?" She asked, coming to sit beside me.

"I think you rolled over on your phone and called my house. You not answering, getting disconnected, it makes sense. It's just like butt-dialing, but worse. All that panic… But I can't say it wasn't worth it." I admonished, turning my head to look at her. Her face was rosy all over again.

"It was." She agreed wholeheartedly, embarrassed. With two gentle fingers, I turned her to face me.

"You have beautiful eyes." She noted, one hand coming up to rest on my cheek, stroking the corner of my left eye.

"You have beautiful everything." I retorted. That gentle smile of hers crossed her face, blue irises softening. I felt warm inside, aching all over, wanting to make her feel good all over again. Her stomach growled just as I moved to pull her against me. I paused, and looked down at the swell of her belly through her thin night shirt. Rather than having sex again, I got dressed in some clothes she lent me, then went down stairs and ate breakfast. I could've eaten a whole cow, but I somehow managed to refrain from stuffing my face.

"So when is your mom getting here?" I asked, sinking my teeth into my third, juicy bacon strip. It was delicious.

"Her flight lands at three thirty." She said, slathering grape jelly on some toast. I glanced at the clock. Twelve o'clock exactly. We were silent again as we ate, lost in our own thoughts. Mine were wondering to last night again, what it'd felt like to give her pleasure. The feeling was, as stupid and cheap as it sounds, intoxicating. I wanted her all over again. I would love to take her right then, on her kitchen table. I was turning into a love-crazed nymphomaniac, except there was only one person I would ever want in my life. Then guilt set in.

Whenever I'd imagined us having sex for the first time, she always knew I was a wolf. There were no secrets between us. She knew everything about me; my past, Sam and Emily, the vampires, my duty, my pack and position. I'd always liked the idea of flaunting the fact I was second in command, the only thing that made me proud to be what I was. But she didn't know these things. Not one. I had been too much of a coward to be honest with her. But she said she loved me, and she wasn't a liar. She meant it, I knew that much. But what if she couldn't accept me for what I really was, a giant, hairy, vampire-shredding wolf? I pursed my lips, making my mind up. I couldn't keep lying to her like I had been.

"Rebecca, I uh, I have something to tell you." I choked out in a rush. She stopped brushing crumbs from her shirt and looked up, eyebrows raised. She looked a little worried.

"What is it?" She asked. I opened my mouth to blurt it out, but stopped. There was no way she would believe me. She'd think I was completely off my rocker. I had to "demonstrate". I bit my lip and shook my head, already regretting my decision.

"Shit. I can't really tell you, but I can show you. It's weird, but…" I shut my mouth, studying her face. The worry increased, her shoulders tensing.

"It isn't bad, is it?" She asked softly, starting to look scared. I realized what she must've thought. I waved my hands and shook my head.

"No, no, nothing really bad. I'd never break-up with you, Rebecca. That's not it. It's just something…" I searched for the words, "with me." I finished lamely. She blinked, visibly calming as I got up and moved around the table to pull her into a hug, stroking her hair.

"Rebecca, I'd never dump you, ever. I love you. I'd die before I hurt you." I said. She reached up and stroked my arm up and down, nails scraping my skin softly. It felt good.

"So, what are you gonna show me?" She asked after a brief silence, looking me over. I grimaced.

"You'd never believe me if I told you." I said, unable to hold her eyes. Please don't reject me, I thought. Her eyes stayed focused on my face.

"Leah, what's wrong?" She asked, concerned again. I shrugged and put on a weak smile that I knew wouldn't fool her.

"Nothing, it's just… I don't know." I shook my head. "I can't show you here. Do you want to get dressed?" I asked offhandedly, trying to divert the conversation. She gave me a funny look and got to her feet, taking my face between her palms.

"Leah, whatever it is, I can tell it's bothering you pretty bad, but I trust you. You don't have to worry. Nothing could make me not love you." She pressed a kiss to my lips, and I devoured the attention hungrily. When she pulled away, I could hardly catch my breath, wanting more, but didn't have it in me to hold her in place. I didn't feel I had the right. Her words made me ache. She climbed the stairs, and I followed her example a few minutes later.

I found her in the bathroom, a pair of fresh clothes laid out on the counter as she turned on the hot water for the bathtub. I would've loved to get in the shower with her, wash her hair and body, but I needed some time to myself to think, or more likely, fret. When she was out again, I was almost overwhelmed with anxiety, wanting to hold her and never let go. She ran her fingers through my messy hair, comforting me. Would she do the same when she knew what I really was? Gathering my damp clothes from the floor of her room, we left a few minutes later, setting out.

"I don't have my truck. Would you mind if we used your car?" I asked. She blinked.

"Sure. But if you don't have the truck, how'd you get over here?" I waited by the passenger's door.

"I ran." I said truthfully.

"But you said Seth called. You ran all the way from your house to mine?" She asked skeptically. I shook my head.

"I was in the woods." She ran back inside to grab her keys, locking the door behind her. I wondered what was going through her head as she turned the key in the ignition.

"Where to?" She asked.

"The forest." I said quietly, buckling up. Her eyebrows raised, but I said nothing.

"Anywhere in particular?" She pressed. I shook my head. The drive was miserable, my guts knotting, palms sweating, shaking all over. She pulled up to the outskirts of the forest not too far from her house. We hiked out just a little ways, but not too far, so that way if she panicked and ran, she would still be able to find her way back to her car.

"What are you doing?" She yelped as I began undressing. I slid her shirt off over my head, taking off her sleep shorts and panties, folding them all and handing them to her in a neat pile. I stayed quiet as she reluctantly took the bundle from me. I held her to me tight, inhaling her smell, and then stalked away.

"Stay back." I warned. She nodded slowly, making a face. "I'd never hurt, Rebecca." I reassured her one last time, making sure there was a good fifteen feet between us. Taking in a deep breath, never breaking eye contact, I phased, letting the tremors ripple through my entire body. Her eyes widened, mouth falling open as she stumbled back a few steps. A natural reaction, to be expected, and yet it still hurt, but at least she didn't run, or scream. I kept myself low, belly dragging on the ground, ears laid back and tail between my legs. I almost wished there was another wolf around, for moral support. Better yet, Seth.

'Please don't be scared.' I chanted in my head, over and over again. 'It's me, Leah. I love you, and you love me. Please, God, remember what you said to me.' I whined softly, taking a careful, slow step forward. The clothes she'd been holding fell to the dirt as she continued to gape. I whined again, moving a little closer. She didn't try to get away.

Afraid I'd scare her if I tried to go to her, I lay down and put my head on the ground, wagging my tail slightly, continuing to whimper. I began to pant, trying to ease my anxiety. I wanted her to know she could come to me, wanting, needing her to touch me. I wanted her to accept me so badly. I wouldn't, couldn't live without her, even if she was terrified of me, or perhaps disgusted. I could only imagine what it would feel like to realize you'd made love with a woman that could turn into a giant, furry dog. The muscles in her throat flexed as she closed her mouth and swallowed.

"Leah?" She squeaked. I raised my head, ears perking.

'Yes, it's me.' I thought desperately 'Don't be afraid.'. She took a cautious step toward me. I stayed still, yet another low whine escaping me. Although she was still obviously shocked, she approached me, closing the distance between us. Her hand extended shakily, unsure whether she should touch me or not. I raised my head, gently butting her palm with my nose. She eased down onto her knees, her other hand coming to rest on my brow. She rubbed my gray fur between her fingers, eyes the size of dinner plates.

"Wow." She said finally. "So this is what you meant." She fell back on her butt, continuing to pet my head gently. I tilted my head to the side, then craned my neck and swiped my tongue over her cheek. I set my head in her lap, looking up at her with as puppyish an expression as I could manage. She laughed weakly.

"Wow." She said again, a smile creeping over her features. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat. Her reaction, as far as I could tell, was positive, but I had to be sure. I got to my feet, lowered my upper body and pressed our foreheads together, staring into her eyes. She wrapped her arms around my muzzle, hugging my head. When she let go, I turned and trotted away, phased back, then rushed back to her. She stood up on shaky legs. My eyes searched her face for any sign or rejection, but found none.

"Please," I begged breathlessly, "I know it's weird, and a little bit scary, that's why I didn't tell you sooner, and I'm so sorry I lied, I never meant to let it go for so long. I…"

"God, Leah, you get more and more fucking amazing every time I see you." She interrupted me as I babbled. The words caught in my throat, a choked breath escaping my aching lungs. I yanked her against me, scooping her up, kissing her face feverishly. When I set her down again, I buried my face in the crook of her neck. It took me a moment to realize I was crying.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She asked finally, hugging me.

"I-I was," I hiccoughed, "afraid you wouldn't accept me. I thought you'd be disgusted and hate me, be scared and run away. I was afraid you wouldn't love me anymore." I moaned pitifully.

"Wouldn't love you anymore?" She snorted, "I couldn't do that even if I tried. I'd never be disgusted by you, or hate you, ever. Sure, it was a bit shocking, or a lot, but still. I mean, that was pretty fantastic. The most incredibly thing I've ever witnessed in my entire life. Assuming I'm not dreaming, of course." She pinched herself.

"You're not." I reassured her breathlessly. She nodded slowly.

"Good." I pulled her into a deep kiss. She moaned slightly, returning it.

"This is sort of weird, being in the boonies with you, butt-naked in all your sexy glory, you know?" She chuckled. I smiled shakily.

"So, it doesn't freak you out that your girlfriend can turn into a wolf?" I questioned her. She shook her head vigorously.

"No. I mean, how many girls can say that their smoking hot girlfriend can change into a giant wolf?" She sounded a tad hysterical.

"Not many." I mumbled. I felt lightheaded. "There's so many things I can tell you now."

"Then tell me." She chuckled. I spent well over two hours telling her everything, from Sam to imprinting, my changing, the pack, vampires. I couldn't get it all in, but I did my best. I went on to describe how it felt the first time I saw her in the movie theaters, the immediate, overwhelming love that had resulted in a chance meeting. She listened to the whole thing in rapt, asking questions that I was happy to answer.

"So much makes sense now." She said slowly. I smiled lovingly. "Now would you mind putting some clothes on, please? You have no idea what a turn on it is with you out here, all alone and naked in front of me. A definite distraction." I smirked deviously.

"If it's such a turn on, why don't we just have sex out here? It's not like anyone will see or hear us. I could take us a little deeper into the forest, find us a nice, soft place…" I enticed. The idea had me excited, too. She opened her mouth, about to agree, when her phone started buzzing in her pocket again.

"God damn it!" she hissed, whipping it out. "Hello?" It was her mother. She bristled. We'd both forgotten about her.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry. I was ah, asleep. Lost track of time. I'll be there in a bit... Yes, I will make it up to you. Bye." She sighed in exasperation. Our eyes met. I really wanted to have sex in the forest, but knew she had things she had to do.

"Do you need a ride home?" She asked reluctantly. It was clear by the look on her face she'd much rather stay with me. With some effort, I shook my head no. It took me a few minutes to convince her that she should take the clothes she lent me home with her and that I would be fine on my own to run back home, but eventually she gave in. After exchanging 'I love you's for the second time that day, she left to go get her mother.

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