Is it bad that reviews make me squeal? This is my first attempt at fanfiction. Thank you so much for the reviews.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters... it makes me cry at night.
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Bella Swan was on the verge of having an aneurysm. And she was sure of one thing.
It was entirely Jacob Black's fault.
Every time he sent her one of his heated glances. Every time he brushed up against her, accidental or not. Every time he said her name so soft she could barely hear it, like the whisper of moth's wings.
Every. Single. Time. She could feel a rush of blood and the ballooning of her arteries.
Her constant fear was that if he kept up his scorching attention, she would no doubt develop a rupture in her brain.
And the most frustrating thing about it was that she did not want to him to stop. If anything she wanted more. Much more than he gave her.
Ever since her confession and the heated events that took place, he had restrained himself. Probably not wanting to rush her. Walking on eggshells so that she would not break down and cry over her leftover feelings for Edward.
But Bella found that with Jacob around and her love no longer a secret, she thought less and less of Edward. And that ragged hole in her chest throbbed no longer. The hole was patched. She may be scarred and mismatched, but she could not remember a time when she felt more herself... more happy.
And she never felt more frustrated. She supposed it wasn't Jacob's fault that she wanted to ravish him every minute of every day. His beautiful bronze skin, the angle of his jaw, his long hair, the arch of his back, and especially his smile. Alright, it was his fault.
Bella was on the verge of having an aneurysm. And there was nothing she could do about it.
Speak of the devil, a knock on her door.
Jacob was coming over for dinner. More torture for Bella. More teasing. And she couldn't get enough.
Charlie answered the door.
"Hey, Charlie." His voice happy.
"Hello, Jake. How are ya?" His voice a veiled shade of ecstatic. Charlie was overwhelmed with relief that I had acknowledged my feelings for Jacob. And he trusted us with alone time more than any other father would. Or should.
But Bella could not complain about that. She hoped he didn't wise up. A desperate hope since she needed time with Jacob like she needed oxygen. He had become essential to her existence.
"I am amazing, Charlie. Where's Bella?"
"Bells is in the kitchen, making something delicious for you two tonight."
"I could smell the delicious from my house." He laughed. "You're not eating with us?"
Charlie shook his head and smiled. "No. I'm heading down to your father's place. We're watching the game."
"Ah, I see. Well, let me know how the game turns out and tell Dad that he better save me some of that fish fry."
Charlie chuckled, shrugging on his coat. "Now, you take care of Bella."
Oh, I will. "Charlie, what bad could happen before you get back?"
Charlie stared at Jacob. "Have you met my daughter?"
Jacob's face broke out in a grin. "I shall hide all sharp objects and she will wear a helmet and knee pads while walking anywhere in the house."
"Good man. You hear that Bella? Wear a helmet." He called.
"Hah hah, Dad. You better hurry or you'll be late." Bella shouted back.
"See ya, Jake. Later, Bells." And with that he went out the door into the cold.
Jake shut the door, and turning, purposefully strode into the kitchen.
From behind, Bella felt a strong pair of arms slide around her waist and a very warm body press into her own.
She smiled.
"Mm, smells delicious." He whispered.
"Oh, um. It's chicken tortilla soup." She clarified.
He sniffed her neck. "Wasn't talking about the food."
Her breath hitched and she leaned her head back. He placed a soft kiss at the base of her neck before stepping back from her.
She sighed inwardly. He's distancing himself again. She stirred the soup a final time.
She turned to the bag of tortilla chips and taking her rolling pin whacked the bag with a resounding crack.
Jacob's eyes widened as he watched her violent action. She poured soup into 2 bowls and took some of the crushed tortilla chips, garnishing the soup hastily.
"Bells..." He began.
"I'm fine Jake." She assured him. And she did feel better after pulverizing the unassuming bag of chips.
"Okay." He relented.
They ate in tense silence. Jake inhaling three bowls worth of soup and then using the chip bag as a funnel to coerce the rest of the crushed chips into his hungry mouth.
She couldn't help but laugh.
He smiled, glad that she was easing up a bit. He loved her smile. They way it made the room, hell, the entire world seem brighter.
He wondered why she had been so tense lately. He tried to give her has much room to breathe as possible. It killed him to touch her and back off. To see but not feel. It took all he had not to back her up against the counter and ravage her. He slipped sometimes, her quickened heart beat urging him on, before he remembered himself. He didn't want to rush her, to scare her off. He couldn't bear to lose her again.
"Bells, that was amazing."
She blushed, feeling a warm surge of pride. "Thanks, Jake. I wanted you to like it."
"I like everything you do." He said, eyes twinkling.
Remember to breathe, Bella. Remember to breathe. In out. In out. You've only been doing this since you were born.
She punched him in the arm playfully. "Did you like that?"
"Oh Bella, did you punch me? I'm sorry, I didn't feel a thing." He teased.
Her mouth dropped at his audacity. "Oh yeah? Then I'll bet you'll like this."
She pounced, jumping up to tickle his sides. She knew the exact spot that made him squirm and beg for mercy.
"Ahhhg!" A strangled cry escaped his lips as his arms went instinctively to push Bella away, to protect his sides. He laughed hysterically.
And she couldn't help but laugh along with him. She straddled his lap, trying to get in closer. His strong arms gripped her shoulders, desperately fighting to move her away.
"You like that?" She teased, her fingers tickling, digging in just a bit into his thin cotton shirt.
"Bella..." He cried. "It's excruciating!"
She laughed and let go. "That'll teach you, Jacob Black. I am not completely powerless."
Perched on his lap, she waited for him to regain his breath.
His chest heaved. She watched, transfixed, as his rib cage expanded and contracted. She broke her gaze away from his chest, staring instead at the kitchen cabinetry.
He looked at her, sitting on his lap, trying not to look at him. Wait, sitting on my lap. Hmm...
"I'm not powerless either Bells." He began mischievously. "I know what you like..."
Her head snapped to look into his eyes and snapped just as quickly back to look at the kitchen cabinets. Her delicate neck exposed, he took advantage, leaned forward, and brushed his lips back and forth along her neck.
She gasped and he smiled, placing three chaste kisses up, up, up to her ear.
"Yeah, I know what you like." He whispered, then suckled on her earlobe, ending with a delicate nibble.
She bit back a moan. Wiggling on his lap, she felt a fire begin to burn.
He felt himself stir as she moved on his lap, eyes rolling back in his head.
She leaned back and her eyes searched his.
"Yes, you know what I like." She said, taking the plunge. "Will you show me more?"
His eyes flashed. His head swam.
"Are you sure, Bells?"
One word:
"Please."
That was all he needed to hear. He captured her lips, his mouth scorching hot. She opened her mouth and his tongue caressed hers. Slick and eager.
"Mmm..." He moaned. "Bella... the things I wanna do to you."
Her heart stuttered.
His lips kissed both her cheeks, and moved back to her neck. He kissed, his tongue swirling in circles. He applied some pressure, leaving a mark. Mm, mine.
He lowered the neck of her shirt a bit, kissing her collarbone. She bit her lip. His hand tangled in her hair while his other skimmed underneath the hem of her shirt. She sighed in anticipation.
He hoped she was ready for this.
He lifted her shirt up, bit by bit, until he revealed her bra.
Jacob Black found breath hard to come by. He began to shake, but clenched his fists. He had to calm down, be in control.
His hand snaked around her smooth skin, finding the clasp to her bra. Deftly, he unhooked it and pushed it up, out of the way.
Bella's breath stopped, she wanted him to move. To do something, not just sit there looking.
Her blush spread down to the beginning of her chest. Sighing, he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss right above her heart.
"You are so damn beautiful." He growled low in his throat.
He palmed her breast and she moaned.
"You like that?" He whispered.
She scooted farther up his lap, nodding her head eagerly.
"Then I bet you'll like this." He said, mimicking her words earlier.
He leaned down, taking a nipple in his hot mouth.
"Oh..." She breathed.
He sucked gently and Bella thought she had definitely burst a blood vessel in her brain.
The sounds she made were driving Jacob crazy. He hardened even more each time she sighed, or moaned, or cried out softly.
He bit down gently, inhaling through his nose, then soothed the ache with his tongue.
"Jake..." She breathed shakily. "More..."
He shifted his hips up, pressing into her. She gasped. That's different.
"I'll do anything for you, Bella." He said in a low, husky voice. He growled, intending to give her exactly what she asked for. Exactly what he wanted. More.
And he would have, had he not heard the front door burst open and a voice call out.
"Bella... Jake!"
Charlie was home.