Chapter 2 – If it gets you off my back

A/N:

I don't own Twilight or anything related to it…

Renesmee POV

Being back at home had its pros and cons. Dad was in a perpetual state of grumpiness when I was around. He only spoke to me when absolutely necessary. Emmett and Jasper liked to pretend that Warren – who was always at my side – didn't exist at all. I wasn't allowed to have sex in the house even though everyone else did. Dad had forbid us from sleeping in the same bed. I didn't mind that as much as he probably hoped I would. Warren and I weren't like that. Cuddling up into his chest and falling asleep wasn't my thing. Well, that's how I felt at least.

On a positive note, I was fed regularly and I didn't feel the need to wear flip flops when I showered. Alice bought me all new clothes, since the ones I had before I left no longer fit.

Warren and I had just walked in the door from a "walk in the woods" – otherwise known as Warren/Nessie playtime – when Dad approached me, a stack of thick envelopes in his hands.

He gave Warren his usual glare before speaking. "Renesmee, could you join me in the dining room? Alone?" The kindness in his voice was clearly forced.

Warren removed his arm from my waist and stepped aside. "If you don't mind, may I take a shower?" he asked Dad.

Be nice, I thought just for Dad.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes. Use the bathroom beside mine and Bella's room." He didn't bother looking at Warren as he spoke. Warren left at once. "Considering how much I loathe his existence, I shouldn't feel sorry for him. But I do. It would be a lot easier to tolerate him if he were officially your mate. Well, and if he'd been a true gentleman by not defiling you and taking your innocence mere weeks after meeting you."

One more thing to add to my list of cons – Dad knowing every single detail of my private life…now that I actually had one. Warren didn't defile me. He didn't even know I was a virgin until after the fact.

"Irrelevant," Dad interrupted my thoughts. "I have something I want to show you. Can we try to be civil for a little while?" He actually sounded sincere.

I forced a smile. "Sure, Dad."

He put the envelopes on the dining room table. He and Mom sat down and gestured for me to sit across from them. "I think this will help us all," he began. Mom nodded in agreement and smiled sweetly at me. I gave her a genuine smile in return. She was only partially at fault for my bitter demeanor. She wasn't the enforcer, but she did allow Dad to behave the way he had.

Dad rolled his eyes and continued. "You don't have to go if you don't want to. But we would like for you to attend college. If you want to go somewhere nearby, that's fine. Where is entirely up to you."

He was being nice almost. I couldn't help the mental chuckle at the thought of choosing to go nearby versus far away. There was no question in my mind of what I'd choose. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the words coming out of his mouth instead of all the places I'd rather go other than somewhere nearby.

I saw Dad's jaw tighten at my thoughts. He didn't say anything, though. I guess he really was trying to be nice. "You're correct, Renesmee. Now, back to our discussion. You can go wherever you like. We'll pay for everything, keep you fed and clothed, pocket money in your bank account—"

His words stopped flowing and silence hung in the air. His neck muscles tightened. After a few seconds, I started to worry if something was wrong that I couldn't hear yet. I tried not to think of asking him exactly what he considered 'pocket money,' then tried to not let my mind ponder all the glorious things I could do with it.

Finally, he let out a deep breath. "And we'll buy you a car," Mom finished for him.

I squeaked aloud. A car. Holy hell…the things I could do with a car. Let freedom ring!

"With stipulations," Dad continued. I slumped forward in my seat and nodded for him to continue. "Your GPA can't drop below a 3.5, you can't get arrested, no drug use, you have to stay on the pill, no drinking and driving…"

Wait, so there can be drinking?

Dad grumbled.

"Random thought, Dad." I didn't even mean to think it. But hell, he opened himself up for it.

"There's one more thing. This is a plea, Renesmee, not a demand." His voice was solemn.

"Yes?"

He looked around absently, searching for the right words. "Please. You have someone to…keep you company…Please don't…lie with anyone else. Especially not a human. As much as I'd truly rather not know, I've seen how your projecting becomes spontaneous…when you…ugh…walk in the woods." His voice was low and he looked like he was in pain as he spoke.

"Dad! What if I become friends with another vampire? What if I join a sex-crazed coven like the Denalis?"

Dad was about to speak but Mom began first. "Renesmee, the Denali women are," I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what she was about to say, "adults. And they aren't sex crazed. Your Dad and I would like it if you could…preserve yourself a little until you find someone you truly want to be with. Is that too much to ask? Warren is clearly more than willing to follow you anywhere and fulfill your…needs. And for Pete's sake, I don't see why you won't just take him as your mate. He's handsome, charming, he cares about you—"

"Enough. He can probably hear you," I grumbled.

"He's not listening. I wish he were…or thinking of anything but what he's currently thinking about," Dad mumbled.

"Alright. We have a deal." I reached forward and scooped up what I assumed was application packets.

"Here, you'll need this." Dad handed me a document containing all of the personal information I'd need to fill in. I was puzzled when I read my name – Renesmee Mason. "There can only be so many Cullen prodigies, honey. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves."

"You said anywhere, right?" I asked. He nodded.

I brought the stack of applications up to my bedroom and spread them across the bed. As expected, they were mostly Ivy League schools. How Dad. He knew me better than anyone in the world. Surely he didn't actually think I'd be interested in attending some stick-in-the-mud, dry Ivy League school.

I pulled my laptop onto the bed, propped myself on my elbows, and started my research. I came across an awesome website that would help me narrow the schools down. First I selected the states I would be interested in – California, Texas, Arizona, Nevada, Georgia, Florida, North and South Carolina, and Virginia. All warm, sunny states. When I came to the part where I had to choose things I'd like from a campus, a thought came to mind. I opened a search engine and typed in 'Top Party Universities'.

What luck, there were six schools in the states I was interested in going to. University of Florida, Georgia, Texas at Austin, California at Santa Barbara, Arizona, and Florida State. Warren let himself in my room as I continued to read on about the potential schools I'd attend.

"Wanna take a trip?" I asked him, looking up to see his mostly naked and dripping wet body standing beside my bed. I watched a bead of water run from his shaggy blonde hair down his thick chest until it reached the towel. How could a person be as blessed physically as he was?

He shut my laptop, tossed it onto a chair in the corner, and pinned me beneath him.

"What are you doing? Not in the house!" I whispered urgently as he trailed kisses down my neck, sending a chill through me.

He continued his path as he spoke, "Mommy…Daddy…your asshole uncles…and everyone else…left." He lifted my shirt and swirled his tongue around my firm nipple.

A moan escaped my lips. "We don't know…" another moan as his fingertips grazed my inner thigh and entrance, "… when they'll be back."

I felt his arousal pressing against my leg through the towel. His mouth moved down my stomach. He grabbed my hand and went lower, pulling my shorts and panties down with his free hand, until finally reaching my dripping core. "No more talking," he whispered. The cold air from his lips made my clit ache.

Finally, his tongue began to flick my swollen and throbbing nub, eliciting moan after moan. He groaned as my pleasure traveled from my mind to his through our connected hands.

"Warren…aah…sssss…we have to…stop."

"Just cum for me, baby," he said quickly, immediately returning to the tongue lashing he was giving my clit. As if to make me lose all train of thought, he slid two fingers inside. I couldn't help but think to myself how I didn't like it when he called me 'baby'. I heard him sigh at the thought he had just heard through our connected hands before he picked up the pace, bringing me even closer to the edge of an explosive orgasm.

His tongue flicked at a speed no human could ever reach, like a vibration.

"Aaah…fuck…sss…Oh, God yeah." My moans and pants picked up in intensity and I felt my orgasm building just below the surface. Warren groaned in pleasure, exciting me impossibly more. My free hand pinched and pulled my nipple while Warren trailed his pinky along the outside of my other entry. My mind left my body and I couldn't see, hear or smell anything at all. Thoughts were lost. The only thing I experienced was absolute pleasure.

My hips bucked and my body writhed as he continued to assault my clit. Finally, my body fell limp and his flicks slowed to more like an open mouth kiss. The way he sucked my juices into his mouth turned me on all over again. I reached down and ripped the towel off his waist then pulled him on top of me. Just as I positioned his rock-solid cock at my opening, I heard what could only me vampires running through the woods.

Warren grabbed his towel from the floor and looked stunned. I jerked my shorts on. His head quickly darted around the room, apparently looking for somewhere to hide or something to put on his body. In a flash, he was in my closet. What the fuck was he thinking that would accomplish?

"We didn't leave so you could have sex, Renesmee!" Dad hissed. His eyes darted between the closet and me.

"Why did you leave exactly?" I asked, forcing my voice to sound just as harsh as his, though it was impossible to be pissed about anything at this point. Hell, it was hard enough just to think coherently.

He rolled his eyes. "To let you concentrate on finding a school!"

"Well, I did. Six of them. And I'm leaving to tour them as soon as possible," I said condescendingly.

"Warren, get out of the fucking closet," Dad commanded. Warren stepped out, towel around his waist. "Do NOT test me. I want to like you, Warren. But right now, you're making that very difficult."

Warren looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, barely audible.

Dad sighed and walked out. I ran to the spare room where Warren's things were and grabbed him some clean clothes.

"Here. We're going for a walk."

We went to a place in the woods we had visited frequently and put a blanket down across the damp ground. We laid beside each other in silence for a while before Warren finally spoke.

"Why don't you like it when I call you baby?"

I let out a sigh. "Because I'm not yours, Warren. You know I don't think of you that way. You're my best friend and we just happen to have awesome sex. You said you were okay with that. So why are you pushing for more?"

He rolled onto his side and his fingers caress my cheeks, neck, shoulders, and collarbone lovingly. I tried not to look scornful. "This does nothing for you? You don't enjoy this? You don't want this?" The look in his eyes would probably melt the average female, vampire and human alike.

I had to be nice. I cared a great deal for Warren. The last thing I wanted to do was push him away. I just wanted things to stay the way they were. Well, the way they were for me, at least. I turned my body to face him.

"It's not like that for me. I don't…want you that way. I'm truly sorry. If you want to leave and stop being friends with me, I understand," I said gently.

His expression as I spoke answered every underlying question. There was no way he'd leave me. Now or ever. He didn't have to speak, but he did anyway, "Do you want me to leave?

My head spontaneously jerked back and my brows knitted together. "No! I may not be in love with you, but I really do like you. You're the only friend I've ever had. I care about you." I rested my hand on his where it laid on my shoulder.

His face softened. I should be in love with him. I should want to be with him. He was such a wonderful person. He accepted me exactly the way I was…stubborn as hell, rebellious, selfish, spoiled…

"Beautiful, caring, kindhearted, fun, adventurous, playful," he continued where my thoughts left off. "Renesmee, you are a wonderful person. That's why I follow you around the way I do. Look, I'll stop waiting for you to fall in love with me, okay?"

I pulled my hand away from his. Apparently any intense situation could cause spontaneous projection of my thoughts. Hmm…that's new.

"Just friends?" I asked. He nodded. "Well, friends who hook up?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely," he groaned, rolling himself on top of me. "Now where were we?"

His mouth traveled across my jaw. "We were talking about…touring schools." It was becoming hard to concentrate with his hands traveling all over my body the way they were.

"Mmm…right," he said against my skin, running open mouth kisses along my neck.

"Will you come with me?" I asked in a broken whisper.

He thrust his hips against me, his erection very evident. "Fuck yeah I'll cum with you…" he took my breast into his mouth. "Over and over."

I shivered and whimpered. "That's not what I…" I trailed off.

"Yes, I'll go with you. Now, my balls are going to explode if you don't let me have my way with you," his deep, needy voice vibrated through my body to the bone.

"Take me," I moaned.

We were instantly naked. This made for the third time that day. Not entirely uncommon when we were in California, but here we didn't usually have time for more than once or twice a day at best.

He flicked his head against my opening and clit a few times. I was more than ready. There was no need for all of the romantic gestures and formalities with us. We weren't making love, we were fucking.

He managed to get me off twice before reaching his climax. He collapsed on top of me, laying kisses along my neck, jaw, and then slowly creeping across my cheek to my lips. He stopped once he reached just beside my mouth and pulled himself off of me. Kissing on the lips meant something different to him than it did me. We'd kissed every now and then during foreplay, but there was nothing sweet or loving about those kisses.

Once we got back to the house, I planned our two week cross-country college tour. We would hit all six on my list, focusing primarily on finding out more about the nightlife. I used some money from my now-funded checking account to book all of the appropriate flights and hotel rooms. I was rather proud of myself. I managed to map out my game plan with no help from my parental units.

It was easy to narrow my list down after visiting the schools. The southeastern schools were by far the most fun. Something about the combination of southern charm and how the culture was so different from up north or California really turned me on to them. After much consideration, I decided on UGA. The Florida schools were awesome, but I was entirely too pale to ever blend in there.

The flight home from our last school was pretty quiet. I was tired from all of the traveling and nervous about actually going to school.

"Warren?"

"Yeah?" He turned to look at me.

"I've never really been on my own before." I paused. He looked at me, waiting for me to continue. I took a deep breath and pushed it out. "Will you…come with me?"

His eyes locked on mine and he didn't speak for a long moment. "I don't know. I'll have to check my schedule. I think there's another drop-dead-gorgeous girl I promised to follow all over the country and satisfy her every desire."

I shoved him. "Shut up. Seriously, will you? For a little while at least?"

His mouth formed a smug grin. "Only if I'll get to see you with another girl like we did the other night. Fuck that was hot. Gets my dick hard just thinking about it." He was referring to the night we brought this incredibly sexy nomad back to our hotel when we were visiting UGA. I smiled, remembering the way she brought me pleasure in ways I'd never imagined.

"No humans," I insisted.

His brows knitted. "Why? I don't have to touch her." He didn't sound concerned about my stipulation, just curious.

"You don't, but I do. I can't be with a human. You know that." Projecting was impossible to control when I was completely lost in sexual acts.

He shrugged. "Eh…she won't even know what's happening if she's on the right drugs."

"I'm not going to drug a girl."

"Renesmee, it's college. You won't have to drug her. Drugs are an extra curricular at most of the schools we visited." He had a point.

"So you'll come with me?"

"Of course. I'm sure Daddy will be thrilled."

"Can I ask one more teensy tiny favor of my bestest friend in the world?"

He tensed a little. The tone of my voice wasn't promising. He knew it'd be something he wouldn't like. "You can ask."

"I've never once said anything to you about your…eating habits. I try not to think about it but there's no denying that you take human lives. Warren, you don't have to do what I'm about to ask. I'm not your mate and have no right to ask, much less expect you to do it. But, is there any possibility that you would consider taking up animal blood?"

"If it's important to you, I will try," he said without vacillation. He took my hand in his and I let my gratitude flow freely through our connection.

On the contrary to Warren's smart-ass prediction, Dad was thrilled. He hoped Warren could keep me from further tainting myself. I was fine with only fucking Warren. Surely Dad couldn't get pissed if we invited an immortal female to join us from time to time. Girl-on-girl didn't count as a notch in the bedpost, did it?

I took Dad's lack of acknowledgement of that thought as confirmation that it wasn't an issue with him. Not that he condoned it at all, but at this point he wasn't going to do anything to further push me away unless it was something he absolutely wouldn't tolerate.

After spending all of spring and summer with Warren and my family, I was convinced that I wasn't meant to fall in love. I wasn't sure if I ever would. Dad thought he would be a good mate for me, and that spoke volumes about him. As much as it would have pleased both Dad and Warren, I couldn't so much as bring myself to try to fall in love with him. One time, I let him get really close to kissing me the way he always wanted to – softly and sensually – but when his mouth was mere millimeters from mine, I winced. We didn't do any further experiments after that.

Since I was a freshman from out of state, it was required that I live on campus. I really hoped Dad would be able to pull some strings so that Warren and I could share a place off campus. No such luck. I couldn't even get a single dorm. Alice said I'd like my roommate, so at least I had that.

Warren didn't want me to pay for anything having to do with his living arrangements. I told him to consider it repayment for everything he did for me. For accompanying me and guiding me through this unfamiliar and uncomfortable time, for dealing with my long list of faults, and especially for all of the physical satisfaction he provided me. Besides, it wasn't like we could have sex in my dorm. Vegetarian for six months or not, he wasn't prepared to be around that many bodies just yet. He still didn't want to accept my offer, but it didn't keep me from renting him a small house buried deep in the woods.

A/N:

UGA is the # 1 Party School this year.

This chapter covers a lot of ground but it will slow down soon.