Author's Note: Just a quick warning. There's a little smut coming up.

Savannah-Vee

SONG: Muse - City Of Delusion

Chapter 23

Conflicted

BPOV

There was a soft knock on the door.

Who could that be? I wondered, irritated, as I hesitantly got up from the kitchen table and walked to the front door.

I swung the door open with such force that it narrowly missed whacking me in my face. I stepped back quickly before it did and heard a small chuckle coming from the person stood in front of me.

I looked up and smiled.

"Jake what are you doing here? You're supposed to be studying, remember?"

He held up a thick textbook.

"I am going to be studying." He said, grinning at me.

I sighed, stepping back to let him in.

"What happened to the fact that you have a ton of studying to do because you neglected it the whole week, riding around with me every day?"

He shrugged.

"It's only a dumb practice test. No big deal. Besides, I told you, I am going to study, I just wanted a little company while I did."

He winked.

I rolled my eyes. "Jake you share a dorm room; if you wanted company you already had it. Not to mention the fact that you're surrounded by tons of other students on campus anyway."

He followed me into the kitchen and I moved my notes to one side to give him room to put his stuff. He sat opposite me and started taking out his own notes from his backpack.

"Ok, ok, so I couldn't keep away. What can I say, you're addictive." He was looking down at the table when he said that, still sorting through his notes but he had glanced up at me quickly through his lashes when he'd said 'you're addictive'.

I blushed.

"I am not." I mumbled, leaning forward so my hair fell over my face, "You're just using me as an excuse to procrastinate."

"But I'm not procrastinating, I'm studying right now."

"Yeah, but how long does it take you to drive from your College to Forks? Like 4 hours? All of that time could have been spent studying."

"It takes me about 3 hours actually, and I wouldn't have been studying if I stayed in my dorm anyway. There was a lot of noise coming from down the hall when I left; I wouldn't have been able to concentrate."

We were silent then, both of us concentrating on our work. It was around four, on Saturday. My dad had been called to work this Saturday and I had spent most of the day doing the homework that I had failed to do during the week, too busy having fun with Jake to care. So we had decided that today we would both just stay home and catch up on all our work.

But then Jake had turned up anyway.

After about an hour or so, my stomach began growling and I got up to make something to eat.

"You want something to eat Jake?" I asked him.

"Sure, what're you making?"

"I don't know, probably just some pasta."

He nodded and went back to his work.

I started preparing the ingredients for the sauce, chopping up onions and opening the tins of tomatoes when I felt eyes on me. I turned to Jacob and sure enough he was leaning back on the chair, tipping it backwards and tapping his pen to a rhythm on his knee, grinning at me.

"What?" I asked, puzzled and flushing slightly.

"Nothing, you just look real cute when you're cooking. You seem like you enjoy it a lot."

My flush deepened. "Yeah, I do."

He got up and moved over to stand next to me.

"Need any help?"

"Um, no I'm fine." I said, startled by his sudden close proximity.

He stood there; not speaking, just watching me chop up ingredients and put them in the pan, watching me stir and add seasoning, watching me taste the sauce and boil the pasta.

And my face remained scarlet the whole time.

I was relieved when I finished cooking. I dished up the food and we went and sat in the living room to eat, not wanting to disrupt our notes on the kitchen table.

"Wow, this is great." Jake said.

"Thanks."

We ate in silence, watching the TV. When we had finished eating, Jake took my plate.

"I'll go and wash up."

He walked into the kitchen before I could even protest. After a while he came back to the living room and flopped down on the couch next to me. He watched the TV, but I could see him stealing glances at me every now and then.

"We should get back to our homework." I said after a while, still watching the TV, feeling very self conscious next to him.

He turned to look at me and from the corner of my eye I could see his almond eyes scanning my face, my lips.

"I'm bored of studying." He said, still watching me.

My face heated up rapidly.

"I can think of something more interesting we can do." He was smirking now.

He reached over and took my hand, stroking it gently with his thumb. I still watched the TV.

He chuckled softly. "You're always blushing Bells. So goddamn shy..."

He scooted closer to me on the couch and stroked my cheek. I finally turned towards him, though my eyes avoided his.

He lifted my chin with his finger, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"You don't have to be shy with me Bells." He whispered, his dark eyes smoldering.

My heart race increased and I felt my skin practically burning under his gaze. He had kissed me every day during the week after he had dropped me off home, but it was always outside, in front of the door, or leaning against his bike.

He had never kissed me inside my house before.

My heart began practically leaping out of my chest as his lips moved slowly, tentatively towards mine and there was a tiny part of me that said, 'lean away Bella, don't kiss him, you don't really want him, you want Edward.' But a greater part of me was saying, 'Go for it Bells, he likes you, he's a great kisser, plus, Edward's probably not even in Forks – and don't forget – he slept with Tanya.' These thoughts were forever battling in my mind when Jacob was about to kiss me, and the greater part telling me to kiss him always won.

His lips met mine softly, as usual, and they started moving slowly over mine. I sighed, pushing my lips harder on his. His hand came up to my cheek, stroking it softly as his lips gently sucked my bottom lip. I began breathing heavier and my arms came up around his neck, pushing his face harder to mine as my fingers rubbed the little hairs on his neck. The awkward position we were sitting in must have caused a strain on his neck because he pulled back from me gently. His hands went around my waist, pulling me up off the couch a little. I stood up, slightly startled, not knowing what his intentions were.

Without saying a word he held my hips and pulled me forward onto his lap, facing him. He moved my knees up on either side of him on the couch so I was straddling him.

My breathing came out even faster then, as I felt his semi hard erection under me. His arms went around my waist, pulling me closer to him as he resumed kissing me, his breathing also speeding up slightly. I put my arms back around his neck and couldn't help a small moan from escaping my lips as I felt his erection slowly hardening under me. My moan seemed to have a certain effect on him because he began pushing harder against my lips and his tongue came out and brushed against my bottom lip. It was gentle at first, then gradually pushing harder and he parted my lips with his own and slipped it inside my mouth.

I moaned louder as his tongue started stroking mine, his lips moving more rapidly against me, his hands around my waist gripping me tightly, his hips moving slightly under me as I felt his erection rubbing against me. I was only wearing sweatpants and the sensation of it against my already damp crotch was.....intoxicating. I was panting now, my face damp with perspiration and my hair flung around my shoulders in disarray. It was actually a little difficult to breathe. Suddenly, he pulled away from my lips, bringing one arm up to sweep my hair back off my shoulders.

He leaned forward to my neck and started planting kisses along the side of it, from my collarbones up to my jaw and back again. I was moaning a great deal now, clutching his dark hair tightly. I could feel myself growing more and more wet as his soft lips moved against my skin. His hips were moving faster now, thrusting up between my legs and I found myself moving against him too, rubbing my wet, throbbing crotch against his. He was letting out shaky breaths now, grunting slightly as I moved my hips. He stopped kissing my neck for a moment and looked up at me. His eyes were half closed, blinking lazily as he gazed at me, his chest heaving against mine.

I couldn't stop my own eyes from falling half closed and I slowly licked my now dry lips as I gazed back. He moved forward quickly as I did that, crushing his lips to mine and pushing his tongue back into my mouth, groaning softly. One of his arms loosened around my waist and he brought it to my stomach, stroking it with the back of his fingers, moving upwards slowly.....

And I heard the crunch of gravel outside as a car pulled up the driveway.

I pulled away from him, abruptly, ceasing my movements and mumbling the word 'shit' as I tried to loosen myself from his hold. He groaned when I said that, and started moving towards my lips again.

I tugged his hair back and he sucked in air through his teeth mumbling,

"Fuck that felt good."

I hastily began getting up from his lap but he held on tight.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Jake did you not hear my dad's car!" I said, trying to move from his grasp.

His eyes widened.

"Shit, your dad's home? Why didn't you say?"

He let go of me and hurriedly started getting up, adjusting his jeans. I adjusted my sweat pants which were all twisted, and straightened up my hair a little, ignoring the uncomfortable dampness in my panties. I quickly went into the kitchen and Jacob followed. We had just sat down in the chairs as we heard my dad's keys in the front door.

My dad walked in, pausing at the kitchen doorway.

"Hey Jake!" he said cheerfully, "How you doing son?"

"I'm cool Charlie." Jake replied, smiling at him.

"So, what are you two up to? Doing a little homework?"

Jake glanced at me, grinning slightly.

"Yeah, we're doing homework." He said.

I grinned back at him, not speaking as I was catching my breath. My dad would have surely gotten suspicious if I had spoken, because I would have been breathing heavily.

"Ah, that's good." My dad said, "I'll leave you two to it."

He walked past to the living room and I sighed in relief. Jake was looking at me, still grinning.

"That was close huh? I don't think Charlie would have been so nice if he had found us on the couch."

I flushed, thinking about what we had just been doing and Jacob laughed.

The whole of Sunday all I could think about was that kiss and every time I did, I felt dampness start spreading in between my legs. Jake had called me earlier on and we had talked a little about nothing in particular, but I couldn't stop my thoughts from going back to his kiss yesterday.

I also felt conflicted because, of course, I enjoyed it. I more than enjoyed it in fact. But there was a nagging part of me that kept telling me it was wrong, that I didn't really want Jacob like that; that I was Just with him because I wanted to make Edward mad, because I was mad at Edward for sleeping with Tanya.

I tried very hard to push those thoughts back.

I mean, they were utterly ridiculous thoughts, I did like Jake and besides, I didn't even know whether Edward was coming back anyway. He hadn't been in school for a whole week, surely that meant that his mom was ok and he wasn't coming back.

But on Monday morning, I made my way to biology slowly, as I had been doing since Edward hadn't been in school, and I gasped quietly as I walked over to my desk, my heart immediately picking up speed as I spotted the tousled bronze hair, the perfectly defined jaw line, the strong pale arms, then, – as I sat down and he turned to me – the dazzling hazel eyes, that were Edward Cullen.

Edward. Freaking. Cullen.

He was back.