OH MAN! i kind of liking how this is turning out.
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"Um- ow! Jaaaaakkkeee! It huurrrtttsss. Stop sticking it in there!"
"This is essential. You know I have to."
"Ah! AH! If I knew this was what you wanted to do you could have just said so. You don't have to tie me to the headboard."
"All you're going to do is run away. And I'm not letting you get away again. You're mine!"
"Oh! Damn you're so possessive! I should have known! Get off of me!"
"Oh be quiet! Billy might hear you! It's a real shame I have to hold your legs apart like this."
"AH! OH DAMN IT! NOT THERE!!"
"Oh HELL yeah! Right there!"
"B-but I'm gonna (&#!! JAAAAAKKEEE!!" I arched my body, finishing with a silent scream.
Billy sat in his living room and cursed the paper-thin walls. He didn't want to think of the picture that was conjuring in his head. His son was a grown man and could do what he wanted… just not in this house. Not with paper thin walls… Not… Billy turned up the volume on the T.V. in hopes that Charlie was too engrossed in the game to hear what was going on upstairs. Billy's back was stiff and his ears were perked. He was starting to wonder if he had become a dirty old man. Jake would hear from him when he came down.
"Are you done tending to my wounds, dummy? I told you I was fine." I growled rubbing my wrists. Jacob had finally untied me.
"Yes, because its apparent you act like you can't feel pain." He said sarcastically.
"I like pain mind you!" I sniffed at him.
"Yeah right. You dropped two glasses because you got a burn on your palm from messing with the hot car engine. Then you lied to me yesterday and told me it were nothing. And then on top of trying to grab a towel to clean up your clumsiness you take it a step further by falling over while trying to reach for a towel while attempting to stand in one spot. Which the end result was splinters in your knees and foot and palms! Then you tried to take it out yourself, slowly and shakily, with blistered fingers of your left hand. Oh Yeah you took the masochist award of the year!"
"Thank you I gladly accept. Maybe we should do a replay of my failures while you're at it. One more time for the audience downstairs to hear." I sneered.
"I still don't understand why you didn't just call me from the garage. It would have been fine. Luckily I smelled the blood." Jacob grumbled closing up the first aid kit.
"I'm not handicapped you know. I can do things on my own. You always want to do everything for me. If I want to go to Embry's house, you want to come, too. If I want to go to see Bella, you want to come too. If I want to cook dinner, you want to cook too! God Damn it, Jacob! Do you want to shower with me too!!" I snapped, standing up forgetting about the bandages on my knees causing them to bleed again.
"I'm sorry if I'm trying to be a good host." I could see the annoyance in his face.
"A good host isn't so fussy. I've been here a week already and you've done nothing but fuss over me. It makes me feel awkward. Like I have a loyal dog or something." I watched him stiffen slightly. I immediately moved to back towards him. "Sorry. I don't mean it in a bad way. I'm just saying that I'm used to being on my own. I mean yeah I grew up with maid service but my mother made sure we knew how to live on our own." I immediately regretted saying that. Jacob's face seemed to go from annoyed, to troubled. "Not that you're a disservice or anything or you're a great host for bending over backwards." I paused and watched as he just got up. I was no longer sure what was bothering him.
He turned around and smiled at me. "I understand. You're a primadonna that doesn't like to be babied. Sorry. I should have known you would be an independent soul, but I just can't help feeling responsible. Especially when you're so clumsy in my kitchen!" he grinned crookedly. "Just like Bella."
"I give back my mean words." I grumbled as I followed him out the door. Jacob did not see my change in facial expression. Nor the sudden shift in my tone. I let it be. It made no sense for me to have to explain my annoyance. It was probably petty anyway. We got downstairs and I greeted Charlie as usual. He asked about my bandages and I responded cordially and waited for the laugh. However instead he only smiled and told me I should take care of myself. I looked at Jacob from the corner of my eye, and to my annoyance he was chuckling gaily and once again made the reference to Bella.
"Jake's not always going to be here to save you all the time! Don't be like that daughter of mine, only use him as a first aid kit!" Charlie laughed. I didn't.
"Well, Charlie, to be quite honest. It's going to be the other way around, pretty soon." I walked out of the house, Jacob not following too far behind.
"It's a little cool outside. You sure you don't want to change from that skirt?"
"No, its fine."
"A jacket at least?"
"You're being a pest."
"Why so serious?" he grinned.
"You're doing it again." I sighed rolling my eyes. I could feel the drizzle that would soon turn to full rain. "No Umbrella!" I snapped as soon as he opened his mouth. For someone who could feign patience, I was surely sinking fast. I was growing irritated. I turned on my heel and went back into the house. I pulled on my black thigh-high tights and ankle length boots and an elbow length mint green hoody. As I looked in the mirror I realized I was not exactly matching. Mint green hoody, black wife beater, yellow ruffle skirt, black thigh high tights, and brown boots, I say 'Fuck it, I'm not going anywhere special.' Took my contacts out and put my black framed glasses on, bound back down the steps and jump off the front steps landing heavily on the dirt.
Jacob was leaning against the car and eyed me from head to toe, his gaze lingering a moment on my legs. He smiled gently and extended his hand for me to take it. I ran my fingers through my hair, bringing the messy curls to the front of my face to hide the grimace of guilt I felt. I hated when he gave me that expression. It made me want to bare my soul to him. I walked right past his hand and down the driveway. In a matter of seconds he caught up to me and slowed his pace.
"You're pouting like a nine year old kid." He teased.
"Age nine was a very dark time for me in my life so if I pout that is nothing compared to what I went through." I grumbled.
"Whoa, what happened?" Jacob asked. I stopped for a brief moment, looked around, and then stared up at him. I could see he was genuinely curious, innocently curious… annoyingly curious. I sighed.
"My sister and I spent a great amount of time in the mental ward." I answered nonchalantly, resuming my pace. This time I cut through the brush at the end of the forest. I knew he would want to know more.
"Lets walk up the path to the forest." I said. Though I could tell he didn't move.
"You mean like you had to do volunteer work for those loons?" he said coming to meet me now.
"No. As in we were one of the loons." I said. I know m one-liners was going to start annoying him soon but it would keep him interested for at least a while. If he asked the right questions, he'd get the right answers.
"What for?" he whispered. "What was wrong with you two at that time?"
I laughed. "'What for?' you ask! That suggests that we did something wrong!"
"No, Lise. Why?" He paused and I looked at him. His face was contorted like he was trying to find the right words. "It's obvious that one person could have done something but for two people to have cracked- sorry for the choice of words- it doesn't make sense. Which would mean something happened to the two of you. So you're right. Its not 'what' its why?"
I was thrilled. This tall giant of a man had those kinds of thought processes. Not that I thought he was stupid. I was realizing that he just might be more in tune than I thought.
"Nice! However I can't tell you why. I can give you hints… clues. But you can't tell anyone okay!" I smiled and cocked my head to the side. I stood on the incline and poked him in the head. "You no answer!"
"Around here there seems to be a lot of that going on. Okay! Shoot." He grinned, plopping down on the root of one of the trees. I sat on his lap, and dangled my legs.
"Alright lets make a game out of if. I'll say a word, and you tell me the first things that some to mind." I breathed in, closed my eyes and thought for a moment. "Other worldly."
"Uh… Gods, spirits, demons, angels?" he said on point and smiled.
"Good good. Supernatural."
"Hmmm… Witches, pagan ceremonies, vampires, werewolves." His brows slightly furrowed.
"Uuummm…. Equivalent." I stated, closing my eyes again.
"Huh? What does that have to do with the others?" Jacob blurted. When I did not respond he answered. "Give something of equal worth to get something of equal worth."
"Sacrifice." I continued.
"Hmm that's a tricky one. In what context?" he asked. I could tell he was confused.
"Sacrifice." I repeated. "Context… give in hopes to get."
"Then its no different than equivalent."
"That depends on the sacrifice." I countered.
"Giving up something dear, in hopes for something. Kind of like human sacrifice like in the pagan ceremonies. They wanted to give the gods a human sacrifice for something in return. But it didn't mean the always got it." He facial expression turned dark. "Melisandre… where is this going?"
"Last words. Then the game is done. You're sharper than you seem. Living Dead."
Jacob stood up. Shifting me off his body. "Zombies." He looked down at me cautiously.
"What kind of zombies?" I asked playfully.
"What do you mean what kind? The ones that are supposed to be dead but get up and walk around eating people's brains and flesh!" Jacob snapped. He was confused as to which emotion to feel first. "Wait, are you saying that you can see those things. Spirits and the dead and demons and angels and has witnessed human sacrificing?"
I laughed so hard I got tears. "Yes. I am, but there is one other thing that you haven't grasped yet which is probably good because I really can't tell you that one. And the movies really screw over zombies with that nonsense. They give them way too much credit." It was then I realized that Jacob scooped me into his arms and was holding me tightly.
"That must be so disturbing. I can see how a nine year old can find that disturbing. I'm sorry to hear that." He whispered.
I pushed against him. "Get off of me. I'm hot now." My words were harsh.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"For the record we don't want you're sympathy. Don't' treat us as though we are crazy or like we are about to break. If anything we are in a better social standing than you." I snapped. Walking away I could hear him stalking behind me as I went deeper into the forest.He hadn't realized i was talking in plural, better that way.I thought.
"I didn't mean it like that. It's just that… I've never met anyone who's been in the mental ward."
"Yes you have."
"Oh yeah, who?"
"Alice Cullen."
"Bullshit. Bloodsuckers don't count. They all have a level of craziness about them." He stopped in his tracks. I turned around with a triumphant smile.
"And you think you're normal, Jacob Black." I knew my smile was tantalizing, almost spiteful and wicked. "Don't treat me like the handicap when you can't even keep your own secrets."
Jacob inched forward slowly, stumbling clumsily as he came forward up the incline. His entire expression was angry and confused as he kept his eyes on me. I could see it. I could see the wolf in him as he approached, flexing his fingers as they grasped my arm. Part of my mind wanted him to attack, give me something to strike out at, and yet the other part moved cautiously back as if being stalked by a predator. I couldn't get far because of his hold.
And in his eyes I saw it all.
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At first I thought the game was trivial. But as I listened to the slight changes in her voice I realized that Melisandre was not kidding. Digesting all the information she allowed me to uncover I was taken aback. Who wouldn't be? She was phenomenal, though it was still infuriating to here the condescension in her voice. Mental history aside, this girl had a connection that could make or break me. I might have to take a step back and wonder what I am getting myself into.
I grasped her arm and stared into her eyes. Did she understand what she was saying to me? No- what she just made me say? She made me spill the secret of the existence of both vampires and werewolves. I shook my head. She already knew about our existence but I just confirmed it for her. I confirmed for her what I was not supposed to tell. It was a game. The same game Bella played with me, Edward played with Bella, and I played with Bella. A round about version for finding out the truth, never actually saying it, but putting it into context. I stared at her. I felt my grasp on her arm tighten. She wasn't backing away anymore. Billy had been right. Melisandre was manipulative and if I wasn't careful I would fall into it again and again. The wolf inside of me was growling. It was speaking of danger, that I was too close. Yet I couldn't help but want to get closer.
I placed my next hand on her other arm. We were eye level now. Inside her eyes I could the flickers of emotions, of miniscule color differences in the shades of green in her eyes. It was like watching someone's eyes as the colors of the T.V screen flashed across the surface. For a moment I thought boldly that she had nothing to be angry for. Nothing to be frustrated about. Nothing to be confused about. Nothing to be wary of. Nothing to… Wait a minute. My brows furrowed. Melisandre was reading me. My mind, my emotions, my thoughts. Melisandre was dominating me. I'll be the first to tell you, wolves do not like to be dominated especially from their mate.
Before I could think about it I threw her to the ground, I was shivering. She did not fight back, just looked at me expecting another move. However, what she didn't get a chance to read was what I would do next. Whatever she had anticipated was wrong. As soon as her leg flew up to push me back down the incline, I threw myself between her legs pressing my weight to her. My eyes narrowed, a perfect fit. I had forgotten she had a skirt on. My hand held onto her bare thigh, my next arm pinning her left arm, as a growl escaped my throat. Melisandre was staring at me now. She was wary, ready to make a move if she had to. Her nose wrinkled as the rain began to pour down around us. Beautiful. I thought as I leaned in for the kiss. The girl decided to be difficult and twisted her head away. I chuckled.
I pressed my lips first hesitantly, then gently to her neck. I butterfly kissed her neck and then suckled at the crook and the collarbone. I heard the grinding of her teeth but there was no mistaking the slight heaviness in her breathing. I suckled hard and realized the trembling in her body. She was slipping. It wouldn't be long before she moaned.
"C'mon, Lise. Give in. You're so sensitive, and I am barely doing anything at all." I taunted, whisper, tickling her ear. I flicked my tongue in her ear. Her jaw was rigid but the rest of her was responding. I suckled on the lobe and that did it. It was an unmistakable deep rumble in the back of her throat. I smiled rubbing my face softly against her cheek. "Again." I said a little harsher. I nibbled at her ear and felt her back arch very slightly, legs tightening around my waist. I suckled and the moan came out her mouth. I took it as my opportunity to seize her lips. I could hear he other hand clawing at the dirt, as my hand slowly moved up her bare thigh. Melisandre moaned into the kiss and then bit down hard! I pulled back with a serious shock to my system. I licked my lip, tasting blood.
"God Damn It, Lise!" but she was only smiling. Her tongue flicked out and licked away the blood, then continued to suck on my bottom lip until the bleeding stopped. There was something disturbingly familiar about that gesture… vampires. But Lise was not one. She was just a sadist. I felt her push her tongue into my mouth and I settled into the kiss yet once again found my bottom lip locked between her teeth. My Lise was actually enjoying my moments of hesitation. I wanted her and she knew if she continued to tempt and threaten I would either back down or rise to the challenge. I wanted the challenge and I tried again and she bit again. I pulled away gasping and once again she licked gently.
"Lise." I pleaded softly, loosening my grip on her now. "I'm sorry. I should have never forced you." I rolled off of her. Melisandre stood up immediately, brushing as much dirt off of he as possible. There was still dirt stuck to the back of her thigh right near her nice, round, plump- NO! I retained my thoughts immediately! As I reached up to brush it off, Melisandre's hand struck out quick at almost lightening speed, like a striking snake, knocking my hand away. Dare I, virtually indestructible Jacob Black, say it? That hit that I almost didn't see, hurt! Genuinely stung, like being bitten by something venomous. I knew she was angry but not how much. The time it took me to process that, She planted a swift kick to my unprotected ribs. Between the two pains I couldn't understand how Bella broke her fist trying to punch me for kissing her but Mel stalked off without so much as a flinch.
"Lise, I'm sorry." I called after her. Trying to catch up with her pace going down the incline without falling like an idiot. "Please? I was being too pushy." I grasped her wrist and with the same speed as last time her right fist connected to nose. I heard the crack and I felt the thick blood. Where the fuck was this strength coming from? This speed? I stopped and set my nose back in place. Wasn't I taller than her? How the hell is she reaching me on an incline?
This time when I caught up with her, I was cautious. "Okay so you're angry. I get it. Can we quit with the violence? I'm pretty sure you're getting more hurt than me." That was probably lie but I was hoping she wasn't walking away without damage.
"I should have brought my damn leather gloves. Then your ass would know who's more hurt." Melisandre then tripped suddenly. Although I reached out to grab her, I second guessed it and watched as she tumbled and rolled. Upon landing safely at the edge of the brush I could hear her laughing. I mean a serious cackle. Not the sound of someone who was pissed just a few moments before. When I came down she was already up, still laughing.
"Best laugh of the day!" she chuckled and looked up at me. I was honestly scared of the sudden change in mood. "No worries, silly! I'm not angry anymore!" she ran her fingers over my nose and lips and sighed. I caught her hand as she dropped it and kissed the bruises that it had from punching me. She cut a glance in my direction but did nothing more than slip her hand from mine and kept walking in the direction of the house.
Watching her go I realized something I hadn't before. My body was moving in her direction without my command. I watched as my whole world shifted to fit her into my schedule. I watched as all things blurred but her receding figure. I watched as she turned and waved at me who was in the distance. I watched her. My heartstrings finally loosened now that Lise was no longer angry with me. My body sighed exhausted like a lovelorn schoolboy. My being had mentally and emotionally chosen Melisandre.
I felt possessive of Melisandre from the first time I saw her.
I wanted to protect her from the moment I laid eyes on her.
I enjoyed the feel of our bodies together.
I had imprinted on Melisandre.
I was dense enough to only notice it now.
Now that I knew… she would not take it lightly.
Lightly would be an understatement.
Understatement would be the moment she took off for another country.
Country that I would not be allowed to reach.
Reaching for something that without her I would not be able to attain.
Attaining a position in Melisandre's heart, would certainly be a task.
A task that would first have to start with words.
Words that would need help defining the meaning of 'I-M-P-R-I-N-T-I-N-G'.
Ironic that I remembered all my literary drama in this one moment. English grammar was never my strong point. Let alone the play on all the words I will have to use to get her to see things my way.