Disclaimer: Versions of these characters belong to Stephenie Meyer in another time and place. I am making them have lesbian sex with each other.

A/N: the reviews for the last chapter were so awesome, you guys. thank you.

katie, you are high if you think im gonna let you have my jake. just plain high. TWILIGHTBOY, i think i love you. not as much as aiden, but you know what i mean.

after all of the man love talk and a convo with steph and aiden i accidentally came up with an idea for a really good Emmett/Jake story. i was walking in the kitchen at 2 am and it just popped in my head. i think i understand them better then jasper and edward. im not gonna write it. just thought id share.

this chapter is for erica. i hope you got that cheeseburger you wanted. and a good hug.

Chapter 12: Pienso En Ti

...Cada día pienso en tí, pienso un poco mas en tí...

I gave myself some time to really think over how I felt about the whole Jake-Leah ordeal. I was jealous. That was the only way to describe it. And I was mad that she got so angry at the three of us when we were around guys while it was totally okay for her to make out with one in our yard.

It occurred to me then that I really didn't know Leah, I mean really know her. Rose and Alice were able to forgive her moodiness because they understood the person behind it. I didn't know that person and what guidelines the three of them had set up for their side of the relationship. I didn't know what made Leah tick.

I did know what she did for a living and I knew she loved Alice and Rosalie dearly. I knew she had a beautiful smile and a great laugh. I knew her sense of humor and her temper and her sleeping patterns. She really liked music, all different kinds. She was trying to convince Rose to let us get a dog. She only had the one tattoo. Her father had passed away a couple years ago and Seth was her only sibling. She was the reason we had bendy straws in the kitchen and she loved Snickerdoodles and peaches. Not together though.

Her whole wardrobe was black, white, leather and denim, but her favorite color was pink. She surfed, but didn't own her own board and she knew how to knit, but didn't see a use for wool socks in Southern California. She ran away from home once when she was seven for three whole hours, but came home when she realized she'd have to sleep outside. She cut her own hair and always fell asleep on her right side and woke up on her stomach. She favored Rose in the relationship, but Alice in bed. She loved jewelry, but never wore any.

All of these little tidbits, I'd picked up by accident. Beyond this information that I'd overheard, I knew nothing about what really made Leah smile. I had no idea why she always had to be the big spoon with Rose and Alice. I could predict what not to do to get in her way, but I had no idea how to make her happy. That in mind, I knew I didn't have the right to be jealous. We'd made a deal to keep ourselves separated. It was my condition so I didn't have the right to go back on it or to feel slighted by that kiss. It was not my place to think in the back or front of my mind that Leah should be mine.

I purposefully ignored the notion that a small part of me still wanted her to be mine. That's neither here nor there.

After a few pep talks with myself, I was again comfortably resigned to our agreement. Her feelings for me hadn't changed so of course she didn't go back on our deal. We continued as we had, not looking, not talking, not touching. It became so standard that I guessed that I would have no idea what to do if things between actually did become civil or even nice. I knew they never would, so I moved passed that notion too.

A week or so after her boys came through town, I found myself in an amazingly odd position. I was at home, by myself, in the middle of the morning. On a Monday.

My school had a three-day weekend on its calendar. Rosalie's school did not. She was at work, Alice was with a client and Leah was busy on working on a music video for the next three days. The hours for her weren't so long, but it wasn't like she would talk to me when she got home.

When I woke up, a little after nine, I knew I had a good six hours to kill. I momentarily cursed my decision not to collect any assignments the Friday before, but then changed my mind. I had a whole day to myself.

I made myself a breakfast of Special K, watched a round of paternity tests on Maury and then found that I was insanely bored. I had a whole city at my disposal; tons of bookstores, museums and walking trails still to be wandered, but I didn't feel like looking through new paperbacks or pretending Griffith Park wasn't smack between two cities. I was alone, bored and horny. It was the first time it had happened since I'd moved in.

Whenever I was home there was always someone else there. My job was the only thing that stopped me from getting sex whenever I wanted it. But here I was - lonely and wet.

I padded up to my room, sulking and crawled onto my bed with my laptop. I hadn't watched porn in months and I definitely hadn't touched myself, well not unless Rose or Alice had asked me to do it in front of them.

I was too lazy to go on a mad search, but I knew if I could get a hold of her, Alice would help. I grabbed my blackberry and text her.

911 … I'm horny! Need links!

I waited with my phone in my lap and checked my email. Like the magical porn pixie she is, she text me back a minute later. The link was coupled with a message.

It's one of my favs. I'm sad I can't watch you touch your naughty little pussy.

And that sealed my intentions. I flushed, biting the inside of my lip. I was instantly dripping, loving Alice's use of the word pussy. I quickly emailed myself the link, too lazy to retype, then I clicked on it. I was a little surprised she'd only sent me one, but when the page loaded I saw it was nearly thirty minutes long. Two brunettes sat on a couch kissing, the frame frozen as it began to load. I texted her back a lengthy x-rated thank you.

I had a bunch of toys at my disposal, but I wanted to use my hand. Glancing down at my body I was a little shocked when I really looked at what I was wearing.

I had on a soft heather grey sweatshirt Alice had given me. Well worn by her for years, she had it cut off just an inch or so below my nipples, showing off the under side of my breasts. If I raised my arms my nipples were exposed completely. I had on a pair of white cotton panties and then as if to porn up my outfit even more, I had on a pair of knee high, white socks. Also Alice's. My feet were freezing when I woke up and I slipped them on along with my glasses before I went downstairs to eat.

The "outfit" was slightly ridiculous, but I realized it had become the norm. Before I moved in with the girls I typically fell asleep in a tee and sweats. Every once in a while I wore shorts and a wife beater, but since I'd been dubbed Number Four I think I viewed myself as more of a sexual creature. And it clearly showed in my sleep wear.

They've turned you into such a little slut, I giggled to myself. I had to admit I didn't mind.

The video was done loading and just when I was about to click on the play button my blackberry chirped. I was almost ignored it, but I figured I'd see what Alice had to say before I shoved my hand into my underwear.

I picked it up and stared at the screen.

It wasn't from Alice.

My heart pounded in my chest while I stared at Leah's name. I clicked on it, reading the message - typed in Spanish.

I'm bored already. What are you doing baby? I miss you.

I read it several times. Either Leah was fucking with me, or she had sent me the text by accident. Or she was using this as some bizarre way to reach out to me. It was a possibility that Rose had slipped and told her I actually knew Spanish. It was possible and Leah was the kind of asshole to try and use that to mess with me. The irritation rose in me, forcing my hand, literally.

I thought I told you I don't speak Spanish, I typed back in English.

I picked my words wisely. Then I pressed play on the link. There was no way I was letting Leah ruin my special me time.

Once the clip started I forgot all about Leah. Alice had MAGNIFICENT taste in porn. Both girls were gorgeous and even though they were both dressed, in the first seconds they were involved in a very hot make out session. I tossed my blackberry on the bed and let my hand slip down between my legs, over my panties. I wasn't in a hurry.

The patch of fabric was already soaked through when I started rubbing my clit. I only got in one or two stokes though before my blackberry went off again. With an annoyed sigh I picked it up. It was Leah again.

My bad, B. Meant that for Alice.

I rolled my eyes, texting back. Thanks for clearing that up. Trying masturbate, so if YOU'LL excuse me.

I shouldn't have sent anything back, but she was getting on my nerves. I had no idea why I actually told her what I was doing. It was sent anyway. Hopefully it would remind her that some of us had a life that didn't involve her and maybe that would encourage her not to text back.

I tossed my phone and ran the clip back to where I'd stopped paying attention. Now the girl was the slightly darker hair was on top now, fucking the other girl's mouth with her pierced tongue. The other girl seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit. So was I.

Until my phone chirped again.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I growled. Leah. Again.

Ha. Yeah Right. Prove it.

I blinked reading into the meaning. Even though she'd seen me fuck Alice and Rose numerous times and in numerous positions, Leah for some reason thought she had the right to think I was sexually square. FUCK HER, I thought. Leah was the last person I needed to prove anything to.

But instead of just putting my phone on silent, I hit reply and typed Why would I do that?

I waited this time. I wanted to finish this childish bout of texting so I could get back to making myself come.

The next text came quickly.

Forget I said anything, B. As you were. : )

I was instantly pissed. Leah was playing games again, but this time I wasn't confused. I knew the exact pattern of how she treated me. I knew what I was to her and exactly what she meant to me. And the way she just had to throw in the "B"- I could just hear her condescending tone saying the stupid nickname, along with the I-need-to-be-punched-in-the-face smile.

Fine. If Leah wanted to fuck with me then I could fuck with her right back.

I spent the next fifteen minutes or so taking pictures of myself in various states of undress with my MacBook's built in camera. I was sure to keep the socks and the glasses on.

I started with a few pictures of me laying on my bed with my hand up my sweatshirt, nothing really showing. Then I exposed one breasts and snapped a couple of me teasing my nipple. Then I pulled my sweatshirt up, exposing both. I was sure to make all the silly faces; licking and biting my lip, putting my fingers in my mouth.

Then I got serious, opening my legs and taking a few of me rubbing my pussy over my panties, like I had intended to. I was actually pretty turned on at that point so I just decided to go all the way with it.

I took one with my hand in my panties, another with my hand out, displaying the wetness on my fingers and then another with those same fingers in my mouth. I honestly liked the way I tasted and Leah knew that. I'd show her fucking square.

I pulled my panties off and took a couple of me fingering myself and rubbing my clit. I made sure my nipples were still visible. After that I pushed my laptop aside and began fingering myself in earnest. I was so wet, something I loved about my body. The heightened sensation of feeling my own wetness sliding between my fingers was such an amazing turn on. Within seconds all four of my fingers were coated, sliding around on my bare skin, in and out of my tight cunt.

The first thing that popped into my head was a scenario from a few nights ago. I was sitting on Rosalie's lap on the couch. She still had her pjs on, but I was naked. She was rubbing my pussy. Alice sat in front of me on the ottoman, naked as well, fingering herself. Rose was whispering the hottest things in my ear. She'd told me how sexy I was and how she thought I was such a good girl for undressing without hesitation and letting her touch me this way. Then she told me how bad she wanted me to come all over her lap so Alice could see. Rosalie's hands had been strong and insistent, the heel of her palm grinding perfectly against my clit, her other hand pinching and plucking at my hard nipples. She lightly took my earlobe between her teeth and I came like crazy, then and now, both times soaking a skilled set of fingers.

I cried out, gasping and muttering Rosalie's name the way I had that night. As I was coming down I continued to rub myself, not completely ready to stop even though the orgasm had been more than enough to hold me for the rest of the afternoon. Slowly my breathing calmed and my eyes blinked open, readjusting to the brightness of my room. With the horny juice done frying my brain, I sat up looking at my computer. There were twenty pictures.

Delete them, I thought. Or send them to Alice. My rational side had a point. Leah didn't actually want to see them and even if she did, who cared. She was a bitch.

But you could show her what she's missing, right? And how square you are not. The psycho part of me was alive and well and making a little sense.

I decided on an actual plan.

I sent the first picture of me groping my covered breast and then I went to the bathroom. When I got back, I sent the next two. After I got dressed, two more. My laptop came around the house with me that day and by the time the kitchen was cleaned top to bottom, the DVDs resorted and all of my laundry done, all twenty pictures had been sent.

I didn't know what Leah's reaction would be. She didn't text me back, but I promised myself I wouldn't do anything until there was an actual reaction. I was proud of myself when I stuck to my promise. Rosalie came home and then we went running. After a shower, I showed her the link Alice had sent me and did our best to recreate it before dinner.

When Leah got back, she ate and went straight to bed, complaining of a headache. She kissed Rosalie goodnight and continued to look right through me. Part of me was hoping for something, a sideways glance if not her complete and utter surrender to my sexual awesomeness. She stuck to her guns though and I shrugged it off, more than happy to wait naked in bed with Rosalie for Alice to get home.

Pictures wouldn't change things between us. Shaquile O'Neal would.

slowly, with Shaq's help, i will remove the stick from leah's ass. I PROMISE!