Chapter 13: Plans

Renesmee winced as the early morning light poured through the windows of the cabin. Opening her eyes, she blinked a few times, before realizing she was still curled up on the floor next to Jacob. She pulled the blanket back that was covering them, sitting up on her elbows. Taking a quick inventory of her body, she realized she was a little sore, but otherwise well rested and in a pretty good mood.

Gee, I wonder why? she thought to herself with a smirk. The night before with Jacob had been something straight out of a trashy romance novel, and she had loved every second of it. Sex with Jacob had been more than she could have even imagined. She had no idea that a man could be that attentive and willing to do whatever she needed. Grinning to herself, she watched her toes curl toward the dying fire as she thought of the night before. To see his tan, muscular body moving over her and making her see stars again and again had been nothing short of incredible.

Before she could go any farther, a hand snaked out and gently grabbed her arm. "Not so fast," Jacob said sleepily.

"What?" she said in mock annoyance. Glancing down at him, she settled back down against his arm and silently hoped she didn't look too much a fright. Mike had always made fun of her morning face and messy hair.

"Don't I get a good morning kiss?"

She snorted. "You want one? I have morning breath."

"So do I. We cancel each other out. Besides, you owe me for last night."

"I owe you? I think it's the other way around, actually."

He snickered. "Oh, Jacob…yes, don't stop!" he said, doing his best impression of her the night before. "I think that means you owe me."

"I figured last night was a one time thing. That today you'd go back to Officer Jacob."

He shrugged, heaving a sigh. "Well, I'm breaking all the rules now anyway. Can't I at least enjoy it?"

"I'm not going to argue with you for once," she said, propping herself up on her elbow. Leaning down, she brushed her lips against his while trying to not breathe on him.

"Renesmee," he whispered breathily between kisses, "can I tell you something?"

She grinned against his lips, kissing him again. "Of course. I don't think there are many secrets between us after last night."

"Mmm, yeah…but I have one for you."

"What's that?"

He kissed her again, waiting until she had pulled back and looked down at him expectantly. "Even if you kiss me with your mouth closed, I can still smell that rank breath of yours."

Renesmee gaped at him for a moment, before they both burst into laughter. She smacked him lightly on his good shoulder, sitting up. "Fine, fine, I get it. I'll go brush my teeth and shower. Sheesh, you may know how to please a woman, Jacob Black, but you're still an asshole."

"Proud of it," he chuckled, sitting up. He blushed, reaching across her for his boxers. He slid them on, standing up with a grunt. He winced a little, surveying his injured arm. "Looks good."

Renesmee stood, pulling the blanket up with her as she gave him a shy grin. "Sure, but you'll probably have a nasty scar."

"Nah. Besides….scars are the markings of a real man."

"Ulgh, what is it with boys and scars?"

"It's, um….manly or something. Hey, I saw you naked last night. I don't think anything on you has probably changed since then," he observed as she held the blanket securely around herself.

She was hunting through the clothes on the floor, trying to find her own. Straightening up, she looked at him and felt her skin grow hot just thinking of the night before. "I know, but…I'm a little shy."

"Why?" he asked, walking over to her.

His hands reached out, pressing against her shoulders and running them down her arms. Renesmee felt goose bumps rise up on her skin as she tried not to visibly shudder at his touch. His fiery skin against hers made her body react, no matter what the situation. He bent down, picking her black underwear up off the floor, and spun it around on the trip of his finger.

"With a body like that…let's just say if I had a body like yours, I'd want to be naked all the time."

"So eloquent," she grumbled, yanking her underwear away. "I um…need to shower. And brush my teeth, apparently."

Jacob followed her toward the hallway where the bathroom was, causing her to turn and look over her shoulder.

"Can I help you?"

He paused, opening his mouth slightly. "We could um…shower together. You know…conserve water a-and…soap."

Renesmee gaped at him for a moment, unsure of how to react. "Um…I guess," she laughed nervously. "I've never showered with a guy before."

"Me, either."

"Jake!"

"Okay okay, I meant a girl. I've never showered with a girl before."

"Well…fine, but…you have to wash me," she said with a burst of courage.

He grinned, nodding eagerly. She watched as he grabbed one of the handguns that were lying around the house, securing the safety. He followed her into the tiny bathroom, the two of them laughing at each other as Renesmee dropped her blanket and Jake stripped out of his boxers. Once in the shower, he gave her a surprised look as she actually began to wash herself.

"Oh, so we're really taking a shower then, huh?"

She giggled, nodding at him as she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. "Yes, we are showering. What did you have in mind?"

Jacob laughed loudly, stepping closer to her in the tiny space. Reaching out, he placed a hand on her collarbone, gently massaging her neck and shoulder. Her eyes fell shut as his hot hand worked its magic against her wet skin.

"That offer to wash you still stand?"

Renesmee nodded, sucking in a quiet breath as Jacob took the soap and began running it up and down her arms. He started innocently enough, just washing her arms and neck, but soon, his hands began to move south. She leaned against the shower wall as his soapy hands went downward, cupping her breasts under the hot water. For once, she was glad for the close quarters of the tiny shower. All the more excuse to have Jacob's warm, solid body practically on top of hers.

"Mmm," she moaned, opening her eyes.

Jacob was standing in front of her, so close that she could feel his breath. His eyes were so dark, it made her shiver slightly; she had never seen him look so intense. He lightly ran his thumbs over her nipples, making the delicate skin harden at his touch. She arched her back and mewled, amazed at how a soft, simple touch could send her body reeling.

"Fuck…" he muttered, repeating the action. His eyes widened a little as he watched her body's reaction. "You like that, don't you baby?"

"I'm not baby, but ah!-yes," she conceded. She bit her lip and stared up at him through her eyelashes as she leaned into his firm hands.

He flicked her nipples again, cupping her breasts firmly before dipping down to assault her mouth with his. She could feel his morning eagerness against her thigh as he moaned against her lips. Renesmee could feel her heart start to beat faster and faster as she enjoyed Jacob's caresses under the steam. The water dripped down their bodies, coating them in warmth as she let Jacob touch and explore her body all over again. What she thought was a fluke of orgasmic bliss the night before was quickly turning out to be no such thing.

Jacob's hands had a way with her body.

She arched her back against the tiles, feeling nothing but bliss as he continued to seductively massage her. One hand continued at her breasts, while the other slipped down farther. Her eyes fell shut again as he nudged her legs apart with his knee. Renesmee jutted her hips forward, silently pleading for him to touch her. His hand that had remained on her chest slid to the left, just above her heart.

"Your heart is pounding. Are you looking forward to something?" he teased. His voice was soft and gravelly and made her stomach twist with anticipation.

"Maybe," she managed to mumble.

"I don't disappoint."

Jacob's hand slid down even more, lightly grazing between her legs. Renesmee moaned and shook, her body doing the begging for him. Heat blazed through her veins as Jacob let one finger glide down and circle her clit lightly.

"Oh God, no you don't disappoint," she hissed, clutching at the tiles. Her hands slid slightly as she pushed her hips further forward, searching. Jacob obliged, his fingertip finding a firm yet erotic rhythm that made her legs shake.

"Is this okay?"

"Heh," she breathed, unable to form a word.

"I'll take that as a yes."

He increased his pressure, making her hips jerk slightly against his hand. Leaning forward, he propped his free hand against the shower wall behind her. Renesmee opened her eyes long enough to take in the sight of him in all his wet, naked glory. She allowed herself a peek downwards, biting her lip as she saw how hard and ready he was. For a moment, she was jealous of the droplets of hot water as they rolled off of him and onto the tile floor.

Jacob kissed her firmly, dragging his lips over to her ear. "I love touching you. It feels wrong and right, all at the same time," he murmured.

Renesmee gripped the soap dish next to her hand and cried out as her hips bucked again. He chuckled, slipping a finger inside of her as she fought to keep her breath. Never before had not falling over been such a priority.

"Oh God," she moaned, gripping the slick tiles.

Jacob sighed against her ear, adding his thumb to the mix as he pleasured her.

"I'm…I'm…"

"Please do," he urged in her ear, his other hand sliding down.

He pinched her nipple, making her cry out again. Her release came quickly, making her arch her back and grind against his hand. He panted as she moved against him, riding out the rest of her orgasm under the hot water.

Renesmee opened her eyes, brushing her wet hair away from her face. Slowly, Jacob slid his fingers out of her and stood before her, just gazing at her with satisfaction. She shuddered against the hot tile wall, sucking in a deep breath before rinsing her face to help her think straight.

Holy hell, she thought. "You've done that a few times?"

He shrugged, his cheeks turning slightly darker. "I've read a Cosmo in my day. Sisters, remember?"

"Right." She nodded, taking another deep breath.

He chuckled, ducking under the water to finish washing himself as she backed up against the opposite wall to give him room. The tiny shower was spinning, and she had never felt so dizzy – but she liked it. Her body was singing with relief and joy at the same time as she inhaled the steam. Opening her eyes, she watched as Jacob quickly washed his hair, ducking under the water. The droplets slid down his tan back, rolling over his firm backside as she found herself staring.

Damn, she thought.

"I knew you liked it," he said, turning around.

She grinned through the steam as he winked at her, placing the soap back in the dish. He closed his eyes and ducked. Suddenly, Renesmee had an idea. She grabbed the soap and stood up straight, rubbing it in her hands.

"Jake," she said softly, making him turn around.

He gasped in pleasant surprise as she wrapped a soapy hand around his manhood. "Oh damn," he breathed, his hand grasping her hip.

She smiled as she slid her hand up and down his shaft, squeezing lightly as she reached the tip. Her hand moved fluently down and around his thickness as if she had been doing it for years. Everything about Jacob just came to her so naturally; she wasn't sure if she should worry about that or not.

Jacob turned around to face her, his eyes dark and pleading. "Don't stop," he groaned.

She nodded, continuing to stroke him. His eyes closed as a shudder rolled down his body. He fell forward, bracing himself on the shower wall behind her with his good arm as she pumped his manhood. Jacob groaned and grinded his hips against her hand as he fisted the wall behind her head. Looking down, she watched in fascination as her soapy hand slid up and down his thick member.

No wonder last night went so famously. He's packing quite the prize, she thought, licking her lips. She moved closer to him, placing light kisses on his chest as his body began to tense. Renesmee paused, watching as his ab muscles contracted rapidly with his deep breaths.

"Oh my God," he hummed, opening his eyes.

His hand fell down between them, grabbing her hand that was around his stiffness. He encased his hand with hers, squeezing harder and giving her movements more friction. Renesmee watched his face contort into bliss as a few short movements sent him tumbling over the edge. He came against her stomach, pulsing under the hot water.

"What was that?" he asked finally, opening his eyes. He shook his head as if to make sense of it all as she smiled up at him.

"I wanted to wash you. You missed a spot."

Renesmee stood at the counter, rubbing a towel through her wet hair as she tried to get most of the moisture out of it. She was dressed in the same flannel shirt, and Jacob was in a fresh set of boxer briefs after they finished up with their shower.

"I don't think I've ever taken such a long shower", she laughed.

"Me either. No complaints though", he said as he continued shaving the rest of his stubble, watching her in the small mirror.

"Leave a little. It's rugged," she requested softly.

He nodded, flashing her an "I know it is" grin.

"Cocky bastard. Does you arm hurt?" she asked, glancing at the stitches she had given him the night before.

"Nah. I'll take some more Tylenol. Should heal up in a few days."

She nodded, walking into the hall. Glancing out the window, she smiled as the sun began to peek through the late morning clouds. They had gotten a lot more snow the night before, and yet, she realized there were fresh footprints outside the window.

"Jake?" she called.

"Yeah?"

"Were you…have you been out behind the house?"

"Not since yesterday morning. Why?"

Renesmee felt her blood run cold. Jacob finished dressing, walking up behind her when he didn't get an answer. He peered over her shoulder, spying the prints in the snow just under the windowsill. Jacob sucked in a breath, before racing to the kitchen. He picked up a handgun, checking it for bullets.

"Stay here," he commanded roughly, opening the back door.

She watched through the window as he walked outside, his gun poised in front of him, ready. She caught glimpses of him through the windows as he circled the house, his eyes scanning their snowy surroundings. When he came back inside, he looked somewhat relieved.

"Did you see anything else?"

"No. The prints…aren't mine. He definitely knows we're here. We've got to make a plan – now."

"What are we going to do? Jacob, he was there…he was watching us!" she exclaimed in horror.

She watched the tips of Jacob's ears burn red, showing his irritation.

"I know. That's why we're going to end this tonight. I should have known hiding wouldn't deter a sicko like that…"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he's not right in the head, Renesmee. He didn't just kill Jessica; he wiped the floor with her. He obviously gets off on that sick crap. Most people feel remorse after they kill people; they run away, leave the body there because it's usually an accident or temper tantrum gone too far. But James…James has shown that he's unbalanced enough to actually enjoy the kill."

"That's barbaric…" she muttered nervously, biting her lip. She had known James was a sick freak for doing what he had to Jessica; however, hearing Jacob confirm it again made her feel nauseous.

"We end this tonight. No more waiting."

"Wait, what?" she asked, following him into the kitchen.

He pulled open a drawer, pulling another small gun out. He opened a piece on the side, checking it for bullets.

"This one is yours," he said, sliding it across the counter.

Renesmee squeaked and jumped back, her eyes wide. She had never even touched a real gun before, and he was expecting her to actually use one?

"You're joking," she said. "There's no way I can actually use that thing."

"You might have to," he said, giving her a sympathetic shrug. "Listen, guns aren't anything to be afraid of. Stupid people are what you need to be afraid of. You just have to know how to safely use a gun. Have you ever shot one before?"

She shook her head. "No, of course not. Why would I shoot a gun?"

"Just thought I'd ask. You're full of surprises," he muttered, moving around the kitchen counter. Picking up the small gun from the counter, he held it out to her. "Take it."

"I'd rather not," she replied primly.

"Ness, please, just… Look, the safety is on. You're not going to hurt a thing without flipping this little piece up, see?"

Renesmee leaned over, watching as he showed her how to move the safety latch out of the way.

"Please at least learn the basics. If I get hurt and can't do anything, you might have to take charge. You'll thank me later, yeah?"

Renesmee thought back to how helpless she had felt when she found out James knew where she lived. How stupid she was to think that a simple deadbolt or a pane of glass would keep her safe! She knew that nothing would stop him from hurting her the first chance he got. What if he somehow got past Jacob? Would she simply give up?

"All right. I'll at least try," she agreed, taking it from his hands. She looked down at the dark metal against her pale skin and felt a shiver rush through her body. It was a terrifying, yet powerful adrenaline rush.

He grinned at her, nodding in a cocky manner. "That's right. You can do this; just don't be a priss."

"I am not a priss!" she argued back, throwing up her hands, gun and all.

Jacob ducked, his eyes wide. "Whoa, careful with that thing!"

"Oh! Sorry," she said, biting her lip.

Jacob just shook his head at her, muttering under his breath.

They spent the rest of the morning in the living room, Jacob giving her shooting tips and safety pointers. They didn't want to tip James off, so they stayed inside and worked without actually firing.

"Think you can do it?" he asked, taking the gun back.

Renesmee nodded, swallowing any lingering fears. "I have to, Jacob. I mean…I can't run forever. As…amazing as it's been getting to know you, and…and last night…I know I can't hide here forever. I can't depend on you to always rush in and save the day. We've got to make a plan to end this."

He nodded in surprise, licking his lips as he bobbed his head in thought. "I'm with you. I say we end this by any means possible. You're on board?"

"Definitely."

"All right. I've got to get up on the roof to get a signal," he said, whipping a phone out of his pocket. He powered it on, looking at her with a defeated shrug. "James already knows we're here, so it's all right, I guess. I wanted to avoid using a cell phone, just in case, but…we're going to need to call for backup."

With that, Jacob bundled himself up in warm clothes and took the cell phone up onto the roof. She heard him above her, talking to someone, and soon, he came back down.

"It's set. Now we just have to lure him out at exactly the right time. Feeling brave, Princess?"

Renesmee sat in the SUV as it warmed up, her shaky hands gripping the steering wheel. As soon as the sun had set, she and Jacob had put their plan into motion. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she put the car into drive and left the driveway just as they had planned. Slowly, she made her way down the dark winding drive, where she had gotten stuck the day before.

Please, she silently begged. Let Jacob get out of this okay.

She thought back to that afternoon after her gun lesson, when she had pulled Jacob aside.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

Renesmee looked up at him, trying not to show her fear. "Honestly? Yes. But this has to work. I don't want to run forever."

"I know you don't," he said, walking around the kitchen counter. He stopped in front of where she stood, leaning against the cabinets. Placing his hands on either side of her, the wood creaked against his weight. "I just want you to know that…I would do anything to keep you safe."

A shiver ran down her spine at his determined words, the hair on her arms standing up as he spoke. "You mean that?"

"Of course I do. You might be a prissy princess who makes me crazy, but…I kinda like crazy."

"Crazy, huh?"

"Yeah. You drive me wild, Renesmee. I'm actually glad I was assigned to protect you."

"I'm glad you were, too," she said softly, watching as he inched closer.

"When this is over…" He trailed off, clearly at a loss for words.

"Yes," she replied resolutely.

Jacob smirked, his eyes watching her face closely. "Yes what?"

She grinned, batting her eyelashes up at him. "Yes, I want to see you again," she replied, rising up on her tip toes.

She forced her lips against his firmly, sealing her words. He kissed her back after the shock of her words had worn off, wrapping his hands around her waist. Renesmee arched her back, pressing her body flush against his as she wrapped her arms behind his neck.

They broke apart, both of them breathless.

"Promise me we'll come out of this unscathed."

"Trust me, Princess…I'll personally see to it that there is as little 'scathing' as possible," he replied with a coy grin.

Renesmee slapped his shoulder, making a disgruntled noise in the back of her throat. "Promise me that we'll be okay," she repeated.

"We'll be okay. I promise."

She cleared her throat, gripping the steering wheel as she maneuvered down the driveway. Their steamy kitchen kiss had sealed their feelings for each other aloud. Renesmee had worried that their connection had just been a twenty-four hour ordeal; however, Jacob had confirmed in the kitchen that he thought about what would happen when they returned home, as well. She was willing to continue it if he was.

Of course, they argued and bickered non-stop, but Jacob actually made her feel something. With her ex, Mike, her emotions had hit their spike and simply reached a plateau. He was kind and sweet and a little annoying, but she had just figured that was how men were. When she met Jacob, though…all of what she thought she had known had flown out the door. Jacob was brash and honest and wasn't afraid to hurt her feelings. On the opposite end, he was also very affectionate and desirable when he wanted to be. He made her come alive and feel emotions she didn't even know she was capable of. He drove her wild in every sense of the word, and she was not going to give that up.

"Screw you, James. We end this tonight," she muttered determinedly under her breath. Glancing at the seat beside her, she spied the gun that Jacob had shown her how to use. She hoped she wouldn't have to use it, but if it came down to her life, she knew could.

With a determined grip on the steering wheel, she took a deep breath and did her part of the plan. The SUV turned to the side, sliding as she slammed on the brakes. The tires spun in the snow, signaling that she had once again managed to get it stuck. This time, however, it was on purpose.

"Okay, Renesmee. Now it's all up to you," she said under her breath.

Reaching over, she slipped the gun into her pocket with a small shudder. Even if Jacob had taught her how to properly use it, she still didn't like the idea of actually having it. She waited for a few minutes, shivering as the chilly night air whipped through the broken back window. James had shattered it the first time trying to maim her, and they had no means of really fixing it. Her teeth chattered slightly as she opened the door and stepped out into the snow. The headlights of the car shone brightly against the forest as she made her way out into the middle of the desolate road. Pulling out her cell phone for the first time in days, she pretended to dial a number.

I have to look like bait, she thought with a nervous shudder. The wind blew her hair around her face, chilling her already cold body to the bone. She stood there in the headlights of the car, waiting with a feeling of dread. Playing bait was nerve wracking, even if she did have a gun in her coat pocket. James had made it clear that he was completely deranged and had nothing to lose, which terrified her.

Suddenly, there was a crunch in the snow behind her. Renesmee whipped around, knowing what she would see.

"Well, well, well..." James called, moving toward her slowly. "Come back for seconds, have you?"

"Stop right there!" she commanded, her voice wavering. "Leave me alone!"

"I can't do that, and we both know it," he sneered. "I can't have you running back to tell Charlie what you've seen. Besides…I really hate that fucking cop you're with. Nothing would please me more than to paint the walls of his apartment…with your blood."

Last chapter is up next! Please review and let me know what you think! Especially of that shower ; )