Chapter 4: The Deed Is Done

Disclaimer: The characters herein are the property of S. Meyer.

All did not go well that afternoon. If they hadn't been so close and so in love with each other, it would have been grounds for an annulment. Bella was not as prepared as she thought for the pain involved. Poor Jacob was beside himself, knowing he was hurting her. He tried his hardest to be gentle with her, and was almost to the point of giving up. Surprisingly, it was Bella who insisted that they finish what they started, and finally, after several frustrating and painful attempts, the two became one. Jacob was absolutely undone; unable to hold back his emotions any longer. He was barely able to express verbally what his heart was feeling at that moment.

Choking on his words, he whimpered, "I couldn't bear it if you left me now. Please, Bells . . . you've gotta promise me . . . please say you'll never leave me."

Bella ran her fingers through his soft hair and cooed words of love into his ear. "Never, Jacob . . . I could never leave you. Don't ever think that."

They cuddled for a while as she continued to stroke his hair.

He reached over to the nightstand and pulling out a pad from the bag, handed it to her. He lay down beside her propped up on one elbow, his eyes shining with tenderness and love.

"You bought me sanitary pads, too? God, I love you, Jacob Black!"

She looked at him again, smiling and snickered, "I am so in love with you, but boy I'm glad that's over with. That was rough!"

Jacob raised an eyebrow, "You don't need to tell me. I had to do all the work! I was beginning to think we were doomed to be virgins till the day we died."

They nestled, naked in each other's arms, kissing and fondling one another. They talked about the future, but mostly what they would do once they returned to La Push.

They couldn't help the silly grins that were plastered on their faces. Jacob finally quipped, "You know if I had a cigarette, I'd be lighting it up about now, and I don't even smoke. What about you, honey, you want a puff? I think I might have a pack in that bag back there."

Bella rolled her eyes at him. "What am I going to do with you?" she groaned.

"Anything you want!" he chortled.

Bella answered him with a playful slap to his shoulder. Her eyes cast down in mock contrition as she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Let me kiss the boo boo."

She kissed the offended area, and started to trail up his neck, when Jacob pulled her into another tight embrace. "All is forgiven, Mrs. Black. I won't hold it against you . . . wait—what am I saying? I'm already holding it against you."

She swung her hand out the second time, but this time he was too fast at evading her. Bella essentially swiped at the air, before he caught her hand. He licked her palm, and pretended to nibble on it. "Will you look at that," he muttered, "married a few hours and she's got me eating out of her hand already."

Leaning one arm on his chest, she gazed up into his face and complained, "Anybody ever tell you that you talk too much, Jake?"

"Yep, you got a problem with that, Swan . . . I mean, Black?" He clasped his hands behind his head, extending his elbows, in an arrogant pose.

"No, I've got the remedy." She grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked his mouth forward to meet hers. That shut him up—except for the sighing—and the moaning. His tongue kept right on going though, if you get my meaning. I guess all that constant chatter kept his tongue in tip top condition. Who knew?

Dinnertime rolled around and Bella could hear the rumble in Jacob's stomach. It was almost as loud as the engine of her truck. She started to reach over to the chair to get her clothes. Jacob stopped her dead in her tracks. "Don't put those on yet. I want to feast my eyes on you first. I want to see every single, gorgeous inch of you."

Bella suddenly looked shy. "You're not disappointed, are you?"

"What? No, why?" What on earth was she talking about? Why would he be disappointed?

"Well, I thought maybe you were hoping that I'd be wearing a bigger bra—you know what I mean?"

"A guy only needs a couple of handfuls," he snorted.

"Yeah, I know, but look at the size of your hands, Jake."

Jacob doubled over, roaring with laughter. "It's not how big they are, it's what you do with them. Which reminds me—how did I measure up? I wasn't too hot to handle was I?"

"You were perfect. I knew you would be, after all you're my Jacob."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you were. It makes me kind of sad for some other girls" She cocked her head to one side. "I mean can you imagine if it was Quil."

"Okay, that does it. I'm gonna have a talk with that untamed beast. Give him some pointers. I don't want him ruining some girl so that she's turned off of sex for the rest of her life."

Bella nodded her head. "You tell him."

She shifted uncomfortably in the bed. "Can you hand me another pad, please?"

He pulled one from the bag handing it to her. Jacob gazed at her, worry wrinkling his brow. Then he reached out and lightly stroked her arm. "You're still bleeding, huh? Jeez, I'm sorry." He nuzzled her cheek and placed her clothes on the bed next to her."

"I'm a woman, Jake. It's not your fault."

A serious expression crossed his features, as he smoothed his thumb over her bottom lip. "I don't care whose fault it is; I'm just glad you're my woman. I feel like God personally sent you to this earth to find me— and I'm so grateful that he did. It would have been a lonely existence without you, Bells."

The sound of Jacob's stomach protesting interrupted the conversation.

She reached over and inadvertently rested her hand on Jacob's abdominal muscles. "Can we get dressed now?" she asked innocently.

That irresistible Jacob smile returned to his face. "Not if you're gonna start doing that again!" he smirked.

She flinched, and Jacob added, "Just kidding. We gotta stop to eat sometime, dammit."

Bella stood up and began dressing alongside Jacob. "Zip me up, please?"

"Do I have to?" he whined. "I'm so much more skilled at unzipping." He pretended to pout as he zipped up the back of her dress. He stopped halfway, brushing his lips over a small mole on her back, and then reluctantly pulled the zipper tab up to her neckline. He finished buttoning the two pearl sized buttons above the zipper, and kissed the nape of her neck for good measure.

When Bella walked to the bathroom to fix her hair, he noticed that she was walking slower than usual. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine—I just feel like I've been riding a horse all week."

Cocking an eyebrow, Jacob replied, "The Black Stallion?"

"You could say that again."

All traces of levity were suddenly gone. Jacob was dead serious. He moved up behind her gently rubbing her shoulder and arm. He spoke quietly into her ear, "God, Bells, you can barely walk. I can carry you."

"Do you want everyone to know we were playing cowgirls and Indians in here?"

He pressed his cheek against hers, speaking softly. "Are you kiddin' me? These people are too busy playing their own little games. But I mean it—I'll carry you."

"What do you want me to tell people? That I sprained my ankle?"

"Hey, excellent idea, but I better tell it. I know what a bad liar you are."

Jacob did indeed carry Bella out to the car, and from there to the restaurant. They were both ravenous. That little bit of strenuous activity warmed up their appetites. The service was great, since the staff all felt sorry for the poor girl. Imagine, spraining your ankle on your honeymoon.

That night before falling asleep, Bella asked her new husband, "Did you want to make love with me again? We don't have to say goodnight, yet."

His eyes shone with the light of affection. "You know I'm crazy about you, and I could love you all night long, right? But you need some time to heal. We'll be able to make love for the rest of our lives. The next time we play cowgirls and Indians though, I'm gonna surrender."

"I thought you already did," she snickered.

Jacob put his hand over his chest, in mock indignation. "You knew? Then why am I sporting this bullet hole? Look at me, I'm shot—right through the heart!"

"Well, you started it. You let Cupid's arrow fly straight at me and it's still stuck in there. I can't budge the darn thing, no matter how hard I try."

"And you say I'm corny? Anyway, I guess we're at an impasse then. Truce?"

"Sure, sure. I think I'm going to like this treaty."

"Let's go over the terms," Jacob growled. Bella laughed as he playfully attacked her.

They settled down a few minutes later, sleep overtaking them.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Black." He loved saying that.

"Goodnight Mr. Black." She loved hearing it.

They snuggled together, as their wedding night came to an end. The two lovers slowly drifted off, their dreams filling them with hope. The future looked bright ahead—a future filled with sunlight.

A/N: Ah, love . . . There's no antidote for it, thank goodness!

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