Penname: addisonj

Story Title: Mystery Box

Chapter: 8: Utterly Blissed Out

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight. I just use my imagination. Thanks to Project Team Beta.

I've heard people say that
Too much of anything is not good for you, baby
Oh no
But I don't know about that
There's many times that we've loved
We've shared love and made love
It doesn't seem to me like it's enough
There's just not enough of it
There's just not enough
Oh oh, babe
My darling I, can't get enough of your love babe

-Barry White, Can't Get Enough of Your Love

A/N: M-rated chapter. And my first detailed lemon. Yikes! You have been warned.

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After the Dry Humping Incident, or DHI, as Molly referred to the episode with Jake on the beach, Molly broke up with Spencer, but still felt uncomfortable around Jacob. When Molly told the Cosmo Club about the DHI, they went "whoo hoo" and tried to high-five her (especially after they heard about the Spencer breakup), but Molly was mortified. She wasn't the type of person to have one-night stands. She rarely initiated intimacy even with her boyfriends, but there was something about Jacob -- like he was the catnip and she the cat. She felt like she was in one of those tacky men's cologne ads where women jump out of nowhere and start rubbing themselves over the guy wearing the cologne. Molly thought, That's it! I am now living the life of cheesy men's cologne commercial! Damn Jacob Black and his damn pheromones!

She still came to La Push each weekend to do research and spent much of her time with Jake, but she suddenly felt tense around him. In the past, Jake was one of the few people she felt totally at home with, like she could be herself unconditionally. Suddenly, the realization that she nearly attacked him on the beach kept coming between them in all their interactions. Molly tried not to meet his eyes when they talked. She flinched at his touch. Her responses to his questions or comments were curt. They stopped having hour-long weekday phone conversations at night, and only texted if there was important information to convey. No more joking or casual flirting. Jacob reacted by withdrawing into himself, and the result was tension that others began to notice as well.

"Molly, you're being a pill," Leah said abruptly. Molly was in Sue's home doing some research on her laptop. In the past, she would have done this at Jake's house or at Emily's Diner with Jake by her side, but today she told Jake that she needed to rest and they would meet up later for their next scheduled appointment.

Molly looked up from her screen. Her eyes were tired, her shoulders sagged; she looked a mess. Leah was startled. Seth had told Leah about the strange tension between Jake and Molly in the past couple weeks, and asked her for assistance, since Leah was a woman. Seth tried talking to Jake, but he wasn't spilling. Seth tried asking Embry and Quil, who said they had tried talking to Jake too, but he had shut down at their attempts at conversation as well. Time to try a different approach with Molly, and Leah as the interrogator.

Molly looked at Leah, sighed, and looked back at her computer screen. "I'm not trying to be a jerk," she mumbled. "I—I just am having a bit of an issue right now."

Leah sat down in the chair next to Molly. They were in Sue's kitchen. Leah made sure they were alone in the house before she approached Molly.

"Okay, so I'm probably not the best person for this type of thing, but you look like crap and Jake is acting weird. Something happened after the bonfire and neither one of you is talking. But this has got to stop. You two work well together, and together you're doing great work both for and our tribe. Whatever happened, you need to work through it, together. You're grownups. Talk to each other, don't sulk."

Molly looked at Jacob's pit bull, who now seemed more like a Labrador. "Leah, my life is a mess. My personal life and my libido have messed up this project. Maybe I need to stay away from Jake for a while."

Leah sat back and grinned. "You jumped his bones, didn't you?"

Molly covered her face with her hands and nodded. She couldn't bear to look at Leah, but she could hear Leah stifle a chuckle. Just shoot me now, she thought.

"Molly, it's okay! Jake is a sex god! He's like a brother to me and I love Luke, but Jake is gorgeous, and you two have had sparks flying since you first met. I'm not surprised, it was bound to happen."

"Yeah, but I'm on a project and I'm screwing things up with my hormones!"

Leah patted Molly's back. "Girl, men have been doing that for thousands of years. We're stronger than them. You're stronger than them. Talk to Jake, apologize for being a dick, and get back to working together. You can do this."

Molly finally peeked out from the veil of her hands and hair. Leah actually looked helpful and sincere. Molly arched her eyebrows in question. Leah responded by nodding vigorously. She then stood up and took Molly by the hand.

"I know where Jake is right now. I'll walk you over there."

Jake was at the Linton's house clearing some brush. He was shirtless and sweaty. Molly had to catch her breath and remind herself that it was her libido got her into this mess to start with, and to start using the brain in her head. Leah pushed Molly forward and shouted "Hey, Jake! You got company!" then backed out of the way when Jake looked up, saw Leah, then saw Molly. The smile he had on his face when he saw Leah faded upon seeing Molly. He wiped the sweat from his brow with an old T-shirt.

"Yeah?" he asked noncommittally.

Molly shrank a little. This was her best friend Jake, and this was how their relationship faired. In the past (a.k.a. two weeks ago), his face would have lit up upon seeing her, and he would have engulfed her in a hug. Now, he acted as if she was a mere acquaintance, and not even a friendly one.

"Jake," Molly stammered forward. "I'm an ass. I'm here to apologize. Not just for what I did to you on the beach, but especially for how I've been acting since. You don't deserve that type of treatment, and I'm wrong. I'm sorry." Molly felt a bit queasy in her stomach when she spoke. She felt shame and humiliation. But she needed to make this right.

She looked up and saw a glimmer of the old Jacob. He was staring at her, evaluating her words and actions. Molly's was silently praying, please Jacob forgive me, Please Jacob forgive me.

Jake seemed to make a decision. He looked at Molly and smiled; that old Jake smile that lit up the room and reflected the sun. Molly ran into his arms and he wrapped his arms tight around her. "I missed you," he breathed into her ear.

"I'm so sorry, I'm a dick. Can we be friends again?" she spoke into his chest.

"Always," he replied.

Jake held Molly close and pressed his nose into her lavender-scented hair. It was good to have her back, his Molly. When she was giving him the cold treatment, he was angry and hurt, more than he had expected. In the three months they'd been working together, he'd come to rely on her company, her friendship, and her companionship. Without it, he was snapping at Quil and Embry at work, even on the verge of arguing with customers. But Molly was back, and they were friends again.

He didn't love Molly, but he liked her a lot and thought that love could develop in time. He didn't want to think about it too much, but the project was beginning to wind down, only about a month left, about 20 more homes to visit and then she would be gone. Jacob thought he should consider traveling to Seattle more often.

And Spencer? What was going on with him? Molly never spoke of him, even when Jacob asked her about her week. In the past, she'd mention in passing if she did things with Spencer like go out to a movie or brewpub, but in the past couple weeks his name was totally missing from her weekly updates. She also avoided calls from him. Jacob knew Molly was hiding something, but he did not ask. If she wanted to talk, she'd talk. She knew he'd always be there to listen.

*****

"Molly! Molly! Come out and play!"

Quil was yelling outside of Sue's house. Molly was inside working on the laptop. She had hoped to get some work done, but Quil was throwing pebbles at her window.

She opened the window and glared and the faces below: Quil, Embry, Jared, Kim, and Jacob.

"Haven't you heard of a door?!"

"That's not romantic," Quil whined. Jacob punched him in the arm.

"Front door, now!" Molly pointed to the entrance and shut the window loudly.

By the time Molly saved her work and logged off the laptop, Sue's living room was full. Seth was already there, joking around.

"We're meeting Luke and Leah in Port Angeles. You're coming with us. You work too hard," Quil said.

"Since when did you become my mother?"

Jacob moved over to Molly and gave her a quick squeeze. "It'll be fun. We all need a break. It'll be more fun with you there."

Molly tried to ignore the blood rushing between her legs. Why did Jacob always have that effect on her? And once again she wondered, what the hell did she ever see in Spencer?

Molly didn't look at Jacob, but looked into all the other expectant faces. "Of course, all work and no play makes Molly a dull girl. Let me tell Sue." Their faces lit up.

Seth interjected. "I already told Mom. I knew we could convince you!"

"Smart one, kid. Tell a woman what to do. You gotta let her think she's in charge," Jared said authoritatively. Kim glared at him.

"Thanks, Jared. Spill the state secrets," Jacob laughed. "C'mon, Molly, you're coming with me."

"Shouldn't I change?" Molly asked.

"No, you look great. It's just a neighborhood bar we like to go to. They've got pool and darts and cheap drafts," Embry answered, escorting Molly out the door.

While everyone piled into cars, Molly noticed her phone was vibrating. Spencer. Damn. She put the phone away. She could not deal with Spencer; she didn't mention to anyone in La Push that she had broken up with him, much less that he continued to call her. She had convinced herself it was not important for them to know. The call went to voicemail.

Molly rubbed her temples. She could tell Jake was watching her in his peripheral vision.

"You okay?" Jacob asked, his deep voice filled with concern.

"I'm getting a massive headache." She leaned back in the seat, her eyes closed. She felt a large, warm hand rubbing the back of her neck. It was heaven; she almost started purring.

"Wow, that's amazing. Are you a masseuse when you're not a mechanic or a mayor?"

Jacob laughed. "I'm not the mayor. And I'm just observant."

Molly kept her eyes closed and shifted her back so that Jacob's fingers found the exact spot her neck was tense. "I'll have to call you Magic Fingers," she mumbled and her hand drifted over to his thigh.

Her eyes sprang open when she realized what she had done. Her arm fell back to her side of the car in nanoseconds as she sat up with her eyes wide open and looked directly ahead.

"Sorry." She was mortified.

Jacob put his hands back on the steering wheel. His voice was deeper and huskier than usual. "No problem." It sounded like a lie.

The bar was fun. Leah and Luke were already waiting for them, saving a couple tables. They ordered some pitchers and some of them headed off to the pool table or watch the game on TV. Molly stayed to talk with Leah and Kim, but her eyes found Jacob hunched over the pool table. His strong muscles were visible under the thin t-shirt he was wearing. The shirt was straining against the hard planes of his body. Molly felt flushed and starting thinking sinful thoughts about food products being eaten off Jacob's naked chest.

"You like what you see?" Leah whispered into Molly's ear.

"You've heard of Spencer?" Molly snarled back; she still couldn't mention the breakup.

"You've been saying that for months. You've been staring at him--" Leah nodded towards Jacob "--for months. When are you going to do something about it?"

"It's complicated."

"Listen. He likes you. He really does. And you like him. Jake's like a brother to me. I haven't seen him show any real interest in a girl since that bitch years ago. That means a helluva lot. You can't do any better than him."

Molly looked at Jacob again. He was no longer bent over the pool table, but standing up, watching Seth's turn at the pool table. He was not only Sex on a Stick, but the unofficial Mayor of La Push.

"I don't know …"

"Just have some fun with him then. Friends with benefits?"

"Leah! Your mouth! You're going to whore out your big brother?"

"I'm older than him, and sure. You're both consenting adults."

"Can we just end this conversation now?"

"Sure." Leah changed the topic, but Molly couldn't get her mind off of Jacob, and what she wanted him to do to her body.

When the guys came back to the table, Jacob sat down next to Molly. He seemed to find reasons to rub against her, casually, like reaching for the pitcher, or getting a napkin, or sitting back with his arm across the back of her chair, his legs spread out so his knee was only about a half inch away from her leg. Molly's entire body was tingling with his nearness, his maleness.

Molly felt flushed. She would have thought it was a hot flash, but for the fact that she was about 20 years from menopause and that only her erogenous zones were scorching. She worked hard at steadying her heartbeat, but it did not seem to be working. She was ready to grab a napkin and start waving it in front of her face, but that would be too obvious. She felt Jacob's eyes on hers, concerned.

"I'll be right back. Ladies' room," she whispered loudly to Leah. Leah just nodded and continued her conversation.

Molly was grateful there was no line for the ladies' room, and sat herself down in the stall, taking advantage of the solitude (albeit in a rather grungy, smelly setting). She buried her head in her hands and tried to take deep breaths, but she kept visualizing how the t-shirt stretched across Jacob's broad chest and lean abs, his wide shoulders, his slim hips.

Steady girl! Think dead puppies. National debt. Heck, your college debt! But I'd pay that much just to climb up to his chest and rub myself against him. Naked. She imagined her body rubbing against his, and she had to focus on dead puppies and fat guys in Speedos again.

When Molly felt at least a bit calmer, she splashed some water on her face. Time to face the music, she thought. She opened the door and ran smack into Jacob right outside the door.

"Stalker?" she asked.

"We were worried about you. Afraid you might have fallen in. Come on," he reached out his hand for her to grab, to follow him back to the table.

Molly took his hand relishing the touch. She loved holding his hand. It was so big and strong, she felt dainty within it. I wonder what else is big and strong? she thought. Her eyes traveled up his long, solid, muscular arms to his shoulders, his neck, his chin, and then his lips. His gorgeous, oh so kissable lips. She looked into his eyes then. He looked at her, puzzled. Molly held onto Jacob's arm like a branch saving her from a precipitous fall, and climbed up that branch to meet his lips with hers. She started with a slightly tentative kiss to test his response. He did not resist, so the next thing she knew her lips crashed into his with all the passion she had been trying to keep still for months, the heat racing up from her groin to her mouth.

Jacob, startled, placed a hand on her back to steady her. Molly was pressed against his chest and breathing hard. He separated and looked at her, running his fingers through her hair.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked simply.

She nodded. "Oh god yes."

He pulled her into his arms and gave her a swoon-worthy kiss. Molly forgot how to think. Their hands were traveling up and down their bodies, their bodies pressed tightly together, breathing deeply.

"Fuck," said Jacob, coming up for air.

"Yes, please," Molly responded. His eyes met hers, eyebrow raised. She nodded. "Follow my lead," she whispered, her lips next to his ear.

They walked back quickly to the group. Molly kept her head down, a hand on her stomach to feign flu symptoms. Jacob read her movements.

"Molly's feeling ill so I'll just take her home. See you all later" was all Jacob said, but Leah noticed Molly's flushed face and how tightly their hands were clasped. Leah held her tongue.

Outside the bar, Jacob crushed Molly against his car. Their lips found each other again, and their hands raced over their bodies.

"You smell so good."

"You taste so good."

"I've wanted to do this for so long."

"Molly, are you sure about this? Are you really sure? You've had a few drinks, I don't want to take advantage of you."

"Jacob, shut the hell up."

That was enough for Jacob, and he placed his hands on her backside and pushed her pelvis into his. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He was hard. Wow. There is no way in hell that will fit in me, she thought.

Jacob kept one hand in her hair as. Molly's hands cruised under his shirt, up the length of Jacob's back, his chest, his arms, down his thighs. She was amazed how cut he was, like a Greek sculpture, but so warm.

The drive to La Push was not fast enough. Molly's hands and lips kept their fevered race over Jacob's body while Jacob focused on driving as fast yet as safely as he could. He carried her into his house and placed her gently on his bed; thankful he didn't have a twin bed anymore. "Billy's out fishing," he whispered.

As he hovered his body over hers and he gave her one more right of refusal. "Are you sure about this?" Molly answered by crushing her lips against his. That was enough of a response for Jacob. He pulled off his shirt. Wow. What Molly had felt under his shirt, she now saw. He was cut. He was an eight pack, an absolutely beautiful man. His muscles bulged under his golden brown skin. He could model for the cover of a romance novel. And he was in bed with Molly Martin. Wow.

Jacob was a glorious combination of white-hot passion with the analytical mind of a mechanical engineer. He was interested in cause and effect. He wanted to find each and every one of Molly's erogenous zones and to learn the effect of his kiss/lick/caress on each one.

Jake also wanted their first time to be amazing. In his subconscious, Spencer was the competition and this was an interview to replace Spencer in Molly's heart and bed. Jake wanted to make Molly forget every other man on the planet. He wanted not only to get top marks, but also blast the competition to smithereens.

After more kissing, nibbling, rubbing, licking, groaning over every inch of flesh, and minus another layer of clothes, only panties and boxers were between the two. Jacob was suckling Molly's breasts, and Molly was straddling Jacob, rubbing against him fiercely. Jacob got a severe look in his eye, and in one quick move, he rolled them both over so that he was on top of her. Their eyes met, dark with passion, and Molly nodded. Jacob slowly slipped off her panties, kissing the length of her legs as they slid down to her feet. Molly shivered with pleasure, and did the same with Jacob's boxers, until they were both exposed.

Jacob looked at Molly and smiled. Perfect. The final essay question on the interview was about to begin. It was his turn to go slow. He ghosted his lips over her nipples. They hardened immediately. Molly groaned. Then he oh-so slowly danced his tongue around them. Molly squirmed, panting, back arching. Her hands were gripping his back tightly.

"Oh God, Jacob," she murmured. While his lips were busy exploring her breasts, his hands were ghosting over her bare skin. She was writhing on the bed, arching with pleasure. Pleased with the effect, his tongue grazed a trail down her chest, over her stomach, where it did a couple of lazy laps around her belly button, to where her thighs met, as his fingers found their way back to her nipples, lightly playing with them, keeping them erect. His lips brushed against her mound and his tongue danced around her entrance, sucking lightly.

Her body was buckling from the waves of pleasure that were racing through her body. "Jake, please!" she moaned. He smiled, enjoying her reaction. He took his time. Jake then inserted a couple fingers in her entrance and found her spot, watching her reaction to his tiny adjustments of movement so that he could tell from Molly's reaction what spot caused the most pleasure. She was dripping. "Jake, omigod, I can't hold off any longer!" Molly cried. It was time.

Molly paused from her enthusiasm and took a look at Jacob's member. "It's too big, but I'm willing to take one for the team," she said in mock seriousness. Jacob laughed and covered her mouth in a kiss. He grabbed a condom from his drawer.

"Protection?" he asked.

"On the pill," she answered.

Jacob slowly pushed his way into her. She was tight. She tried not to cry out, instead, biting into the heel of her hand and when that hurt too much, a pillow. They both came together, waves of orgasm shooting through both of them. His head dropped onto her chest, exhausted. She tried to calm her breathing by running her fingers through his hair. Wow. Wow. Wow. For Molly, her past sexual experiences were like flying a plane at 30,000 feet, but with Jake, she had just experienced a rocket to the moon.

He looked up from his place between her breasts and gave her a quick kiss. She smiled and said, "You better not ask me again if I'm sure about this." More kisses. "That was fucking amazing, Jake. Omigod, I now know why people die from sex."

Jake smiled and kissed Molly yet again. "I think I need to practice more. I'm not sure if Sue could hear you from here."

Molly laughed and her lips found their way to his mouth, if only to shut him up for the moment. She got a sparkle in her eye. "My turn," she said, and positioned herself so that her mouth was by Jacob's member.

"Oh no, you don't have to," Jacob replied quickly and repositioning himself.

"No way, you were too awesome. I have to reciprocate."

Jacob pulled Molly up so their eyes were at the same level. He looked directly into her deep blue eyes. "Don't ever do anything you don't want to do. What I did to you was because I wanted to. If you haven't noticed, I'm crazy about you, Molly Martin. I've wanted to do all these things for months. And there's even more I want to do to you."

Molly was dumbstruck, then aroused. She wasn't used to this type of service, but she could get used to it. She smiled and started to kiss her way back down his chest and below. "But I want to, Jacob Black, so shut and enjoy it."

And he did.

They spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, stroking, kissing. Their first time may have started with lust, the next several times were voyages of discovery. They memorized each other's bodies, kissing sucking and nibbling every inch of them. They found each other's erogenous zones. They learned how to pleasure each other. They were explorers, and their lover's bodies were their maps. Molly was amazed to have a lover so caring and so concerned with her own pleasure, and she wanted to reciprocate. For Jacob, he felt as if he was making love for the first time, instead of just fucking. It was giving and receiving. It was joy and ecstasy. It was multiple orgasms of heaven.

Molly felt sexy and loved and hot and warm and totally and utterly blissed out. She did not want to think of the tempest that would happen the next day, when they would have to talk about this. Did this mean they were a couple? Would this ever be repeated? Does she tell him she broke up with Spencer? All she knew was that she felt warm and happy and loved. She was lying next to the sweetest, warmest, most generous guy in the world who found her sexually attractive. She would not over-think it. Not now. That could wait until tomorrow.

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It was 3AM and Molly was asleep on Jacob's chest. Jacob was usually a very sound sleeper (and a loud snorer) but tonight, he woke up abruptly. He needed to run. No, he needed to phase.

It made no sense. He hadn't phased in at least a year. Embry, Quil, the rest of the pack had not phased for even longer. There simply was no need. No Cullens, no other leeches around for years. Their lives, which had been the stuff of legends, had returned to normalcy.

Usually he phased from anger or to fight vampires. Now, he had made love to Molly and he felt the need to phase, from lust? He just spent several fucking amazing hours making love to this woman, and he wanted to leave her side to turn into a wolf? Crazy wasn't half the word for it. But the wolf inside of him refused to be still. He had to phase. He had to do it now.

Jacob slipped on some sweatpants and wrote a quick note in case Molly woke up.

Off for a run. Be back soon.

-Jake

As soon as he hit the tree line, his body exploded into a wolf, and he ran.

***

By the time Jacob phased back, the sun was just beginning to rise. He returned to find the bed empty. Molly's clothes were gone. He guessed that she might have slipped back to Sue's house, or gone running along the beach. She was more of a morning person than he was.

What did all this mean? As far as Jacob knew, Molly had a boyfriend, but it seemed like things were quite rocky for them. She never answered Spencer's calls anymore and always had a pained look in her eye if he did call. Jacob was ashamed to sleep with someone who was with someone else that was why he kept asking Molly if she was ready for this. He knew he was ready. He was ready the moment he first saw her.

When Jacob saw Molly that first day in Dr Wilson's office, all pretty and flustered, then angry and smart, he crushed on her. He hadn't had a crush in years, but he thought she was everything he wanted. He did not imprint (fortunately? unfortunately?), but from everything he could tell about her, from her words to her mannerisms, to the way she treated people, he knew she was someone he could pursue. But he held back and got to know her first as a friend, a companion. Then she became much more.

Jacob took a quick shower to wash off the sweat from the run; then he quickly made a couple cups of instant coffee and took them to the beach. Knowing Molly as he did, he knew she loved the beach at La Push, and would spend her entire time there if she could. He wanted to surprise her with some caffeine and they could sit and chat about last night, if she wished.

Jake noticed a solitary figure sitting on a rocky outcrop facing the rising sun. She smiled at him and it happened.

He felt gravity shift.

His heart exploded and filled his entire body.

He felt steel chains binding him to her.

He thought that his life would be over if he did not spend each and every second with her.

He knew his whole purpose in life came to this moment, and it was to love only her and her alone.

She was his sun. She was the center of his universe and his body was just in orbit around it.

She was the One.

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A/N:

Yep, that's an imprint. No, it's not quite the usual way, but Jacob's special. Explanation in Chapter 10 (if you haven't guessed already).

Sorry to end this chapter as a cliffhanger, but I will post Chapter 9 in 48 hours (Saturday night). It's already back from beta, I just need to do RL and then edit/post.

Thanks to Project Team Beta, my hand holders Hot n Cold and Tears of Mercury and character beta Aelyaniara.

Sorry about the kind of cliffhanger last chapter. I didn't realize it would seem like one, but Spencer is good-bye.

We're at chapter 8 out of about 15 (plus epilogue). More than half way!

My Rachel Black fic was mentioned on The Lazy Yet Discerning Ficster! Whoo hoo! A wonderful surprise, thanks to hotncold for telling me about it. (BTW, I submitted it for Love for the Unloved contest. Voting should be soon.)

The SOB contest is on. Very good fics posted, hotncold has one as well. Check it out.

This is not a Jake fic, but I just finished a fan fic that is magnificent: Patische Pen's "If Love Could Light a Candle". Features an Edward a la Midnight Sun who is a therapist. Goes back in forth between his rebellious years and the present day. I personally love Midnight Sun Edward and his rebellious years (Edward the avenger!) so check it out.