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7) Flying

"… and then she…"

I never realized I had been so amusing when I punched a pervert in the face today. Jacob was spitting words out between snickers while he held onto my shoulders to keep himself upright.

I on the other hand, kept my eyes trained on the ground. My grandfather and grandmother weren't very pleased with me for lashing out today, not after receiving a call from the principle anyway. My mother was proud of me for sticking up for myself, and my father was annoyed at Jake for not intervening. My aunts and uncles were all in hysterics and now Seth was getting a fill in of our day with an absolute amused and shocked look on his face.

"… punched him in the face! You should have seen him."

Jacob had finally gotten out what he wanted to so he allowed himself to collapse to the ground in continuous fits of laughter which were carried across First Beach by the meek breeze. I stared at Jacob rolling on the ground and shook my head.

"Wow! Go Nessie," Seth praised as he ruffled my hair.

"Thanks. I don't know why I did it in the first place, but thanks," I replied with a little smile.

Jacob stopped rolling on the ground and looked at me. "If you didn't I would have. It's probably better that you did though because you wouldn't have killed him."

"He's got a point Nessie," Quil piped up from behind me.

"Hi, Quil," I greeted as he embraced me in a one armed hug.

"Hey, man." Jacob had gotten to his feet again and Quil and he knocked their fists together in a brotherly greeting.

When Quil turned and knocked fists with Seth, I felt the air behind grow warm and Jacob was suddenly there pressed against the back of my body. He had dipped his head to rest on mine and wrapped his arms around my waist.

.

I leant further back into him as I asked what the boys wanted to do.

"I don't know. It's nice and sunny and the water's not too wild," Seth commented as he stared at the cliff where all the Quileute boys, usually the resilient wolves, went cliff diving for random fun.

"I don't know…" Jacob trailed off to glance at me, so I smiled a silent reply and skipped forwards a few steps towards the path to the top of the cliff.

"Don't be a chicken," I enticed him.

"Who's being the chicken?" he asked as he leapt forward.

I giggled and turned on my heels, darting up the path, but Jake was faster than me and had soon wrapped his arms around my waist again.

"Looks like the fox was too quick," he muttered into my ear before he pressed his lips to the back of my neck. "Gotcha again."

I had stopped giggling and tilted my head back to look at him. "That fox comment was so lame."

"I know."

He bent his head down further until he had pressed his lips to mine. His bottom lip rested lightly between my lips and I was finding it very hard not to smile.

I pressed my lips more firmly back to his and felt Jacobs's arms apply pressure and lift me off the ground to level with his face.

"Okay, okay love birds. Come on," Seth punched Jake's shoulder as they walked past us and started jogging up the hill. "Race ya!" he turned and took off full bolt with Quil following closely.

Jacob lifted me onto his shoulders with ease and tracked the boys. I squealed with surprise when he first started running but regained control of myself and held my legs around his torso and secured my hands in his hair softly. I wouldn't hurt him, but I didn't want to fall off and holding his hair was the best reassurance.

Jake's warm hands and arms covered my knees and lower legs while we ran, and I felt suddenly cold for the split second he removed them to whack Seth and Quil over their heads.

I laughed at their faces and squealed again when they sped up. They didn't catch us before Jacob flung us over the edge though. I wasn't scared, I had been diving many times before, but I hadn't realized we reached the top so the second Jacob leapt into the air and fell, I screamed.

He laughed at me and pushed me off his shoulders, and as we fell side by side for a few moments, my heart was flying.

Jacob reached his hand out for mine, and so I reached forward and gave in to him. He drew me close and wrapped me in his arms tightly, burrowing his head in my hair. I pulled back to look at him and fought my arms free to hold his face in my tiny hands.

I leant forward and pressed my mouth to his steadily until they all but fused into one. My fingers danced through his hair and drew us closer with each heartbeat while his arms tightened even more around me.

We hit the water with a loud splash and got rocked and rolled by the wave movement beneath the surface.

I gripped Jacob's strong shoulders and pressed my body into his chest further so I would not be separated from him, though I knew by the grip he had on me that it would never happen.

He released one of his arms from me to propel us to the surface and towards the rock face where he grabbed a hold of a rock and lifted me on top of it with the arm still around me, never once did he not grasp me in one form or another.

I rested my hand on his until he pulled himself up beside me and then wrapped my arms around his broad waist.

"That was fun," I grinned up at him.

"Wanna do that again?" he asked as he brushed all the strands of wet hair away from where it was clinging to my face.

"Sure."

With that he pulled me to me feet and raised me into his arms again to walk along to stone path on the side of the cliff.

He ignored my protests that I could walk and argued something along the lines about me possibly slipping and falling into the water. As I said, something along those lines; I was too preoccupied with watching the water drip off his hot body, appreciating the way his arms looked while they carried me and noticing the way his hair hung and swung in sopping ropes around his beautiful face.

His face, oh his beautiful magnificent face; those eyes and lips. His cheeks and nose and chin. His neck.

I had to do it; lean in and kiss his neck softly, so I did.

I saw him smile but he didn't break his stride or respond in any other way so I left it alone and just sat contentedly in his arms until we got back to the sand and traveled up the road again to the highest point on the cliff.

"Okay," Jake said, ripping me out of my reverie and setting me on my feet.

"Jacob…" I didn't know what I was doing, but anyway, I don't think my mouth cared now. "Jacob, please kiss me."

He straightened up a little and gaped at me for a second, but before I could say anything or try to take it back, he closed the space between us and cupped my face in both of his massive hands.

"Are you sure?" was all he asked.

"Are you sure?" He's kissed me how many times without making sure I was sure, and now he was asking.

I bit my lip and nodded, wetting my lips with my tongue before replying, "Very."

His thumbs brushed my cheeks and he leant in to kiss the corners of my eyes lovingly.

My teeth dug further and more into my bottom lip as his lips moved from my eyes, to my temple and all the way down my jaw to my chin. My eyes had been closed since he kissed my eyes and I felt his warm woodland camellia scent caress my face.

I barely took a breath in when his lips pressed against mine, yielding yet yearning, and they were so utterly warm.

I wanted more fire, more passion; I didn't want him being so gentle with me, not when his lips were mine like now.

I lifted my hands from my sides and pressed them onto his still holding my face.

I showed him what I wanted.

Us. Together. Anywhere.

In the forest, on the sand, at his home.

It didn't matter as long as I was with Jacob; as long as I had Jacob, nothing would ever matter again.

He groaned and pulled away from me, holding the top of my arms and lifting me straight off the ground to hold me out on front of him. If it were any other time, a different situation maybe, I would have been annoyed that he does it so effortlessly. But right now, all I could think about were his lips. On mine and on me and just us.

"Nessie, you make it hard you know," he smiled at me to show he wasn't being serious.

I smiled innocently and reached a foot out to rub his bare stomach.

That wiped the smiled of his face quick.

"Nessie," he hesitated for a minute before putting me back down and taking my hands. "Honey, maybe we should take it a bit slower."

"We are taking it slow," I retorted.

"Not slow enough…"

"Jake! What's that implying? Don't you want to be with me?"

I was confused; I didn't know how to take his words. He kissed me, he initiated it all, and now he didn't want to anymore.

I was hurt. Truly inexplicably hurt.

"Of course I do," as if to prove his point he grasped my face again and pressed his lips on mine affectionately. "Of course I do, Nessie. I just don't want to rush you into anything, no matter how right it feels for you at the time. I just don't want to hurt you, Nessie. I couldn't' live with it; I would never forgive myself."

That had to be the sweetest thing I think anybody has ever said, especially coming from my Jacob.

I bounded into him, into his open arms and united our lips in an amorous kiss.

The energy I exerted had knocked us both back off the cliff when we had connected and we were flying fast towards the water.

Flying, not falling; when I was here in his arms, his lips fused with mine, nothing was falling. Everything with Jacob, my Jacob, was flying.

He was my wings.