Chapter 23 Waggener the wise

Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer - this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute which, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.

Thanks to BanSidhe for betaing.

Jake was a little nervous about telling Leah about the house plan. The only down side he could see was Leah having to deal with going back to the house she was frightened of. He really hoped she was okay with that, because after thinking about it, he thought it was fantastic. His Dad was looked after, he could stop worrying about his Dad, and he got to live with his girl, and his girl's mother was completely okay with that as a plan. It was all good in his book.

She thought about it for a little while and then she pretty much decided that if Jake was with her, she could cope with anything. He was secretly pleased with that. And she didn't seem to mind that he and her mother had worked it out without her. A real sign that she was getting more laid back.

It didn't take long to move Sue's stuff out to the Black house and move Jake's stuff in to the Clearwater house. Sue left most of the furniture other than her favourite chair. Leah had barely moved her stuff out in the first place, so she just had to pack one bag.

Jake couldn't exactly move the garage so he kept going back to the Black house to work on the cars and to see his Dad anyway. He thought it might actually work well like that until he got a real garage to run.

Sue was so open about her acceptance of them living together; it raised a few eyebrows around town, but the gossip mill ran down pretty quickly. It might actually make it to a nine day wonder, but he doubted it.

His new big bed looked great in the master bedroom. Leah admitted that it changed the whole look of the room and it didn't remind her too much of her parents. Having sex in her parent's bedroom weirded her out. Not that it stopped her. They talked about repainting the room or something for an extra touch to make it theirs.

Most of the pack helped them move. Sam and Emily were noticeable by their absence but Jake didn't let it get to him. The pack made numerous jokes about how much three wolves would eat and what size refrigerator they would need. Quil voted for one of those massive chest freezers; the ones that could hold a whole cow. He suggested they think about buying whole cows. They could even chew on the bones; nothing would be wasted.

Seth was so excited, at least until the first night when they christened their new home and he swore he was going to drill out his ear canals at breakfast the next morning before he headed off to school.

That afternoon Jake and Leah lay in their bed in their new home and discussed her dream. Jake decided he rather liked their post coital discussions. Leah seemed at her most relaxed and open then.

"So what else did you ask for?" he asked her.

She thought about it. "I asked for a home, a job, to deal with the dad guilt, and to deal with my anger and something else." She didn't want to tell him about the family thing; that was still pretty personal.

"What's next on your list then?" he asked. He wasn't going to push on what the 'something else' was. She would tell him, when she was ready.

"Sam… and Emily."

"Ouch."

"Yeah."

"You can do it. I have faith in you," he told her earnestly.

She just looked anxious.

He looked at her. "Can I share some more of Paul's wisdom?"

"Paul has wisdom?" she joked.

"Yeah; in his own funny way… he does. It was his idea for Seth and me to sleep with you; he thought it was a pack thing. Like sleeping in a puppy pile. He was right about that, wasn't he?"

"Okay. Let me hear the pearls of wisdom from the lips of Waggener the Wise."

Jake chuckled. "He thinks Sam still loves you. The imprint can't take that away."

"Like you and Bella," she interrupted.

He smiled at her. "Yeah," he agreed, "just like that. But you and Sam tied yourself up into some pretty bad knots over it."

Leah nodded. Thinking of Sam still hurt.

Jake continued, "Paul thinks the pack scared away any 'normal' men, especially Seth. He's your little brother but he tries to protect you from things he thinks will hurt you. Unfortunately he never let anyone get near enough to you, for that to happen. And Sam scares away the wolf boys who would have liked to date you." Jake was playing with her hair; running his fingers through it as he spoke; like petting a cat. It actually calmed her. She was tucked under his arm drawing patterns on his bare chest with her fingertips.

"Who? Other than Quil?" Quil was always ready to be jumped, so he didn't really count.

"What about Embry?"

"Embry…" she sighed. "I was a real bitch to Embry," she admitted. "I probably should apologise. Teasing him about not knowing who his father is was just cruel."

"You should do that; it will make you both feel better. But I think he still wanted you."

"Oh…" She hadn't really thought about it, but Embry had always watched her in his quiet way. He would probably have been anything she wanted, if she had wanted him. "He would have done pretty much anything I asked wouldn't he?"

"I suspect so. He would have been your fuck buddy if you had ever asked him, except for the fact that Sam would have stopped anyone except me, getting near you."

"Is that Paul's theory too?"

"Yep. He told me I was the only one that Sam could not stand up to. And that all four of us needed it. He thought Sam and Emily are just as damaged by this as you are."

"So why didn't you take his advice?"

"I was busy wallowing and besides …I didn't think you wanted me," he confessed.

"Oh Jake," she climbed on top of him. "Look at you," she said. "Should I make a list? You are the biggest, the strongest," she ran her hands down his chest. "Check out this body… and," she reached for his cock, "damn… you do know what to do with this." She gave it a gentle tug.

He blushed.

She sat back and looked at him. "But you know what really makes you…you?" she asked him. "It's your heart." She kissed him gently. "You have the biggest heart of anyone I have ever met."

His eyes shone. He returned her kiss, and then tossed her onto her back. She shrieked with the suddenness of the flip. Jake settled himself between her thighs.

"You make me feel like a real girl," she admitted. "You are the only person who can throw me around and make me squeal like a girl." She was embarrassed to admit it, but it was true.

"A girl?" he was incredulous. "You, Leah Clearwater, are a goddess." He kept kissing her as he positioned himself and thrust into her, "and you are my goddess," he told her solemnly as he gazed into her eyes.

She was still wet and ready from their earlier session. He slid into her and watched her back arch with pleasure. He reached for her head and pulled her face onto his. He kissed her intensely as if he tried to crawl inside her mouth. She groaned as she sucked on his tongue and tried to move herself against him.

"Mine," he said as he drove himself into her. His arm slipped behind her hips and lifted her into him.

"Oh that feels so good, Jake," she muttered.

"My goddess," he told her again.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he started to take up a long slow rhythm of shallow strokes into her. He heard her breathing change when he hit one spot in particular so he kept at it, working himself into her to keep brushing over that one spot. She pushed her feet into the mattress and lifted herself into him but her body slid up the bed each time she pushed.

She inched up the bed with each stroke from Jake. He lifted her onto the pile of pillows and reached with one hand for the headboard. He clamped his hand around it and used it for leverage; raising himself above her so that the only thing touching her was his long hard length as it now pounded into her.

"So good…oh yes…" she muttered. She reached up one hand to the headboard herself and hung on.

"Mine" he grunted, still holding to his relentless thrusting.

"Please..." she begged; she didn't even know for what.

His free arm reached behind her and tightened at the small of her back pulling her onto him harder. She started to pant as she felt herself getting closer to spilling over that edge.

"Are… you… close…?" he asked between thrusts, "running … out… of …bed."

She almost laughed but then she gasped, clutched at him and arched her back; bucking her body against his. He thrust into her as hard and as deep as he could. His nails dug into her back and she shuddered as he stayed pressed into her. They both cried out as they came together.

"Ohmigod… ohmigod…" she breathed. She continued to writhe as he tried to withdraw; the extra sensation from the after shocks was too much for her.

He emitted a low chuckle; a peculiarly masculine sound of a man who knows he did the job well.

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