Warning: The following contains foul language. If you're a snotty Christian, please do the rest of the world a favor and fall on a sharpened crucifix.
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Summary: Foolin' with a Jacob/Emery pairing. I am the destroyer of innocence.
IMPORTANT UPDATE: A reviewer suggested that I make a whole chapter for the aforementioned explicit scene. It'll get written for those who want it, yet, completely skip-able for those who do not. Everyone wins. And I just LOVE when everyone wins. So that's what I'll do. I'll let you know which chapter it will be in.
Meanwhile, enjoy chapter Five.
Chapter Five: Good Morning Jacob
Dream...Jacob...mmm...
Soft thoughts that were not my own whispered on the edge of my mind, gracefully fluttering on the peripheral of my consciousness. I reflexively took inventory of what I could feel. My whole body was basked in warmth. I became aware of a heart beating against mine and at first, I thought I was dreaming. I slowly opened my eyes, struggling a bit, as though my eyelids weighed a ten thousand pounds.
I saw many shades of green, all illuminated. I saw grass blowing with a soft breeze, the light making it look almost translucent. I blinked a few times and the memories of the previous night filled my mind. I didn't cringe away from them as I would have the previous day. I didn't close my eyes on the image of Embry under me. The thought, "Wow, I'm gay" didn't even cross my mind. Not once.
Beautiful, so beautiful. There was those soft thoughts again.
I lifted my head where it had lain on Embry's shoulder. I looked down at the sleeping boy; the sun shone down, throwing incredible golden light onto his features, and I saw Embry in a different way, in a different beauty. I lifted ever so slightly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping angel under me.
I didn't even want to remove myself from him, but I was no doubt the heavier of us, and I had probably crushed the breath out of him once or twice while we slept. But, I had to stretch the sleep from my muscles, had to check the surrounding area for danger. Two wolves falling asleep outside of La Push with a bunch of bloodsuckers running around wasn't the best idea.
That wasn't the only reason why, though. I felt this strong, overpowering urge to protect Embry.
To protect what is yours, the wolf inside me rumbled. And for once, I agreed without hesitation. I stood, pulling my muscles one by one, working the stiffness out of them.
Cold...
I furrowed my eyebrows. What WAS that, anyway? I wasn't thinking these things. I looked down at Embry just in time to see the last of a shiver. Slowly, surely, my mind pieced it together.
Jacob...
I felt my eyebrows damn near shoot off my forehead. How was I hearing Embry's thoughts when both of us were in human form? Or...were they Embry's?
I knelt beside him and slid my arms underneath his neck and legs, bringing him close, holding him bridal style. I leaned my head down, using careful movements. I didn't know how I knew what to do, how to hold him. It all came naturally.
I brushed my nose over his, cradling his smaller body to my chest. I brushed my lips over his cheeks and his eyelids began to flutter. I brushed my lips over the dancing eyelashes, and at last, they opened, and I was staring into two deep, warm pools of liquid chocolate.
Embry's lips pulled back into a smile, exposing his white teeth.
"Good morning, Jacob," he said, turning his face toward my chest, nuzzling it. He seemed to go still for a moment, paused. "Are you holding me?"
He looked around.
"Embry, I think I'm in love with you," Talk about words severely bypassing the brain-to-mouth filter. I wasn't even given the chance to stop them.
Embry looked up at me. I expected to see a look of embarrassment, shame, disgust maybe. But he just smiled, reaching up to stroke my face.
"I think that's the whole point of imprinting. But if it's any consolation, I'm in love with you, too." He said, brushing his thumb over my cheek.
How was he handling this so well? Probably because he had more time to be in love with me. Probably because he had time to experience the shining light that I felt when I looked at him. Probably because he had it ripped away from him. I couldn't even fathom how much that had to have hurt. No wonder he was such a mess. I was hit with a sudden wave of guilt, a wave so strong it made my chest hurt. I felt my face twist in pain.
"Embry, I'm so sorry," I dropped my face into his neck and bit on my lip hard to stop myself from tearing up. Twice in a twenty four hour period was way too much.
It's all right, my love, he whispered against my self-battering thoughts. They quieted immediately.
"How are you doing that?" I asked, exasperatedly pulling back from his neck. Embry had a perplexed look on his face.
"How am I doing what? I didn't say anything," Worry began to crease his brow.
"How are you making me hear your thoughts?" I asked. Absently, I traced my fingertips over his skin. I had suddenly stopped caring about the answer to my question, preoccupied with stroking soft lines down Embry's face.
"How are you making me hear your's?" He countered, bringing his hand up to stop my movements.
"Dunno, really. Must be more imprinting perks," I said, wiggling my fingers, trying to touch him some more.
"Never thought I'd hear you use "imprinting" and "perks" in the same sentence," Embry said, releasing my hand. I traced light trails down his neck. Embry shivered in my arms.
Simultaneously, his stomach growled.
I then recalled Sam saying something about Embry not eating.
"When was the last time you ate?" I said, turning a questioning gaze on my new found affection. He bit his lip.
"A while ago," He said evasively. I narrowed my eyes.
"Tell me," I said in a firm, but gentle voice. He was eating, no matter what the answer was. The answer only determined how vigorously I'd work to make sure he ate his fill.
"Week and a half ago," Embry mumbled, looking away. Jesus. Humans ate every day. Wolves ate several banquets a day. Each.
"Never again, Embry Call. I mean it," I said, placing him gently on the ground in front of me and standing up. Embry followed, stretching and such.
"Yes, sir," he gave a little salute and all I could think was, "Adorable."
I watched him for a moment, still feeling the awe that I felt last night, wondering where I was going to find enough food to feed a wolf that hadn't eaten in a week and a half.
"Emily," Embry grinned in reply to my thoughts.
