Author Note::

So I totally came back to this to see where I left off, and I saw that I uploaded the wrong CH 12. -.-"

It's the same thing, except the REAL ending is here. Reread the ending yeah?

Trying to write the next chapter, because the story is creeping up on being over you know. So TRYING.

I was on Jake's bed, and he was above me, dripping in sweat and shirtless. Glimpses of his thighs, so surely he was naked. But I didn't blush at it. I was still groggy and out of it apparently. He was ripping off my clothes. Like down the center and off my body ripping. His hand brushed against my shoulder. And the heat that he was emitting made me groan, because I was still cold, "Jake. I'm so c-cold. P-please ma-make it go a-away." And then he ripped off my bra and picked me up, entrapping me in his warmness.

"Don't leave Laurel, God I love you baby girl."

I fought to open my eyes, trying to see something. But immediately I didn't give a flippin' fuck. The heat that surrounded me was incredible. I moaned softly and cuddled more into it. The softness felt like sheets. Damn, no naked Jake warmer. Oh well, way better than being in the bottom of the pond dead and cold. Wait... pond... shit.

Now I had to open my eyes.

But when I opened them, everything was still dark and nothing was illuminated by anything.

Yeah, that scared the shit out of me. Where the hell was I? I tried to push my arms out so I could push myself up, but something tightened around my arms. Something was defiantly moving under me, and something that sounded like a groan was in my ear.

This scared the shit out of me more.

I started to wiggle more, trying to get out of the grasp of whatever I was in. Surely it was a person, yeah, but the question is what freak is holding me.

That's when a hand filed through my hair, cupping the back of my head and moving it.

"Laurel?"

A very Jake sounding voice. That would defiantly explain the heat and holding.

"Jake," I whispered back.

And just like that his iron grip around my torso released, and I was able to freely move around. I stretched my arms above my head and yawned loudly, I was freaking tired. When I felt all stretched out, I let my arms fall back uselessly to my sides. That's when I finally realized that something was off. I didn't feel like I was wearing any clothes. My hands started to feel around my chest, which was bare except for the sheet around it, and my bare hips told me the same.

"Why the bloody hell am I naked?"

Two hot things grabbed my sheet clad sides, pushing me away slightly. Of course my hands covered what I presumed were Jake's. And that's when I heard the gulp. Jake's non-mistakable gulp. The gulp that always told me he knew he was in deep shit.

"I was just about to leave Sam's to come get you," he stated sadly, "and I saw you on the God-forsaken-pond."

"And why were you coming to get me? I thought you didn't want me there."

I had to squint my eyes to see his features flinch. It was hard to see much, but I could get that much out.

"Alice always told us that the Voltroli were coming after Bella. Then she wanted to call us and tell us that she saw the Voltroli coming after you. They were never after Bella. She always saw them coming to Forks and she couldn't see much after that. She can't see past us, because of we're wolves, so Embry was blocking her visions. The moment she didn't see Em there, she told me what she saw and... baby girl I just broke."

Alice? That must be the Cullen that can see the future.

"That's when I saw you on the pond. If you remember, you fell in. And Laurel, it's minus twenty degrees out here. You fell into the damned water. I'm surprised you don't have frost bite."

I shivered slightly at that. I remember the coldness, and how it pretty much forced me to fall asleep.

"My first instinct was to take you home, to my house. So I did, and then I didn't know what to do. I couldn't find Billy, but only a note that said he was with Terry at Charlie's. I called Sam and he told me to put you in warm water. The pipes were frozen. Then he told me to put you in front of the heater. The electric is out. And then he told me I had to get you dry. I was about to hang up but he started to yell at me... that I um... had to take off your wet clothes."

I blushed immensely. What Sam said was true, but it's still embarrassing.

"I swear I didn't look Laurel," he pleaded, rubbing his heavenly hands on my back, "I just ripped them off and threw the sheet on with my head turned. I was going to leave you alone on my bed, but you were begging me to warm you up. So I made sure the sheet was around you good before I jumped in too. I even wrapped the both of us in a blanket once I had you. Sam said if I didn't, that it wouldn't help much if your clothes were still wet."

A sigh escaped my lips, I leaned my forehead against his shoulder. If it wasn't for Jake, I'd be dead. God, what the hell was wrong with me trying to die every freaking month.

I put both my hands on his shoulders, pushing myself away, before I rearranged myself to a more comfortable position of straddling his thighs. The thought of what I was doing didn't register in my head much. But I was already running my hands over his shoulder blades and arms. His skin was so smooth and hot. I couldn't help myself really.

"Thanks Jacob," I whispered, "for saving my life. Again."

He chuckled rubbing my back softly in small strokes. "No problem Laurel, I'll always be there."

"I owe you," I murmured.

I pushed my lips against the flesh of his neck, planting slow soft kisses. The moment I did the act I immediately felt like the world was right. Of course my heart was thudding in my chest uncontrollably, but it was okay. It felt good. My hands were trying to trace every damn curve of every damn ab, and I didn't even know it.

His hands snatched mine away quickly, growling, and pulling them away from his body completely.

Oh yeah... he imprinted on Isabella.

Fuck it. Fuck her. Fuck everything about his stupid wolf shit.

I leaned my face up and did what I only dreamed of doing ever since my birthday.

His lips were hotter and more moist, and I almost moaned at the sensation of something like thick hot satin moving against my own lips eagerly. I parted my lips upon his over and over while he mimicked the action on me. His hands lead mine around his neck, in which I laced my fingers in his short sort of shaggy sweaty hair. I pulled his face closer to mine, kissing him even harder. His hands started to drag my sheet, and I didn't even mind.

Then he pulled me fully against his chest, and I gasped at the heat that was against my own. Skin on skin; and I loved it. Jake's tongue slipped into my mouth, tentatively meeting with mine and stroking it lovingly. I swallowed his moan effortlessly. But as it traveled down my throat it vibrated my stomach, making me shake with joy and pleasure. I had to tear away to breath, panting onto his face.

His hands were stroking my abdomen, sending more shivers and sighs of pleasure through and out my body.

"I love you Jacob Ephraim Black. I love you so Goddamned much that it hurts," I whispered, feeling the words bounce off his lips and back onto mine easily.

He actually laughed, laughed, and started to kiss my jaw. I convulsed and moaned softly. "I love you too Laurel, so so so very much."

Everything inside of me seemed to expand and want to fly off into the sky.

"W-what? I thought you imprinted on B-bella," I stuttered out, pushing his face away from me to at least try to regain control and my voice.

His lips pressed against mine, softer and slower than before. Taking my breath away again. "No, I never imprinted on her," he whispered against my lips, "I imprinted on you."

Everything inside of me sore in joy? Yeah, right, I just went to freaking heaven.

I kissed him this time again, urgently and hard. He laughed against my lips, kissing me back almost effortlessly.

He imprinted on me! Me! Bella doesn't stand a chance! He will love me and only me.

Me and only me...

No this isn't right. He wanted Bella before all this wolf imprinting stuff. And I'm the shocked best friend that just so happened to fall slightly for him over a damned kiss.

I pulled away, pulling slightly at my hair. The cold crisp air ate at my chest and arms. "No it wasn't supposed to happen like this," I muttered.

"Happen like what?"

"I want you to want me because you want to. I don't want some stupid werewolf vodo make you love me!"

After the sentence left my mouth, Jake's hand cupped the nape of my neck, pulling me back to his waiting lips. Chests smooshed together, his lips danced over my neck whispering sweet nothings as he went. Until he reached my jaw. His hand cupped my cheek. "Laurel, baby girl, I've loved you way before all this wolf stuff went down. It's always been you."

"Since when," I whispered. Maybe it happened the day that he started to shake because Embry kissed me. That was technically wolf stuff too. So imprinting is still in session.

"Since you were eleven."

The only sound that filled my ears was my beating heart. Thump thump thump thump thump thump, every two seconds. My panting surely escalated to a point where I was gasping for air. Since I was eleven? What the bloody Hell fuck?

"W-what? You're kidding right? What happened to Bella? I thought you loved Bella? You were going to 'boink her in the tent' love her!"

His hands slid under my armpits, rubbing up and down on my sides. "No I didn't love her like that... I always loved you more than I liked her. I wanted to try and get over you, because you clearly weren't into me like I was you. Laurel, I valued our friendship way to much to throw it all away because I wanted to kiss you or hold your hand."

Oh God.

"Oh Jake..." I almost whined pressing my face into his neck.

"It's okay Laurel. I'm just glad that I imprinted on you. You return my feelings now."

I kissed his neck delicately. "No. I started to return your feelings on my birthday, after we kissed by accident."

"So this imprint means almost nothing then," he laughed, then sighed in relief. "Thank God. I felt bad at first for you being forced to love me pretty much, but I just started to not care after a while. Because it still meant you loved me. And...I love you baby girl, so much."

I smiled in response, pressing my lips against his; again. Slow and soft, fingers trailing through his hair over and over with tune with my lips. Jake was kissing me back just as smoothly, starting to make me realize the situation. The heat on my chest, the feel of his hot hands on my side and lower back—it was all very real, and very sensual.

And like a flip of the coin, or some crazed psycho with hardcore bi-polar, it turned into a hot heated urgent kiss.

I've never been kissed like this in my life.

The kind of kiss that makes my toes curl, my stomach feel light and full of butterflies, my legs want to rub together and relieve some kind of friction. Anything to make the ache in me lessen.

Jake stopped moaning, but was now growling, biting my bottom lip and sucking it to draw moans out of me. One of his hands was holding my face close to his own, but the other was pushing my shoulder. So did he want me close to him, or away? What the Hell?

I broke away, feeling my lips throbbing with being swollen. "Is something wrong Jake," I whispered.

Just as I thought everything was perfect and fine, Jake's giant hot glove of a hand cupped my breast. Of course I gasped, knocking myself out of my kissy kissy dream daze, and surely I thought Jake was going to laugh at me. But he didn't.

He whimpered, like a dog.

I wiggled, trying to pull his hand off by the forearm with my own. His lips started to work on my neck, hand rubbing around. Growls, to whimpers, to other odd noises fell from his lips second after second.

"Jacob," I whispered urgently, still yet trying to pull his hand off me. No response.

"Jacob!" I yelled.

He snapped, head straight up, hand snatching back, and other hand pulling away from me also. Breaking all forms of contact completely.

"I-I'm so so-sorry Laurel! I did-didn't mean," he stuttered. I felt myself shaking. Oh goodness. To fast. Way to freaking fast. No no no no no! The heat that left me in a rush, made me feel empty, and all the more bare.

I needed to get dressed, to splash my face with water; almost do anything but sit here naked on top of Jake. God.

I rolled to the side and off the bed. Once my feet hit the floor the sheet slipped off of me, but I wasn't much worried about it, I mean the room was like pitch black.

And one step later my knees buckled and I was on the floor.

"Fuck." Yeah, just great.

"Laurel, are you okay," Jake called out from above me.

"Yeah, just peachy. You know how I love laying on your floor naked."

He whimpered again.

I sighed, flinging my arm around my head looking for the sheet. It felt oddly exposed and vulnerable without it. Trying to even my breathing, I stood on my wobbly legs. "It's not fine, but I'll get over it... just too fast Jake—sorry," muttered out blindly. "And can we get a light on in here? I can't see jank and I kinda wanna put some clothes on."

"The electrics out," he croaked, "and your clothes... they won't really cover much now. You can have some of mine."

"If I can't see, how am I supposed to change?"

He laughed, again. I had half the mind to throw him over the bed and out the window. "What the Hell is so funny," I asked, stepping forward and sitting on the bed. He abruptly stopped, the sound of the bed creaking telling me that he was getting up. A second later clothes were sitting in my lap. More scuffling, and the small flame of a fire was meeting something; making a bigger flame.

"I'll wait in the living room while you change. Then I'll fix us something to eat," he grumbled leaving the room without another word.

I sighed, very confused and even a bit flustered.

Yes, Laurel loves Jake. Yes, Laurel liked kissing Jake; very much.

No, Jake's hand on Laurel's boob; too much.

I started to change ever so slowly. Jake had given me a tee-shirt and a pair of his boxers.

Which were still new, tight in plastic wrappings.

Once done, I sighed, opening the door and making my way out into the kitchen where he was.

Even though it was dark, he sure moved around looking for things like he could see with the light on. He pulled away from the pantry with a bag of chips in hand.

"This is all we got that we don't have to cook," he mumbled, tossing the back behind his back at me.

Startled, I caught it. How'd he know I was in here.

"How did you know—"

"Laurel, I could smell you from a state away."

I padded my feet across the wooden floor, stopping just behind him and waiting until he'd turn around. "I'm not really hungry Jake," I murmured, "but I'm not mad at you either."

He turned his head over his shoulder, so I could see the worry on his face. "Really?"

I giggled softly, girly I know; but he was just so cute. "Yeah, really. I was just surprised, and… I do love you Jake. But that doesn't mean I'd love to jump into things and try to be with you in every possible way yet. Just slow as a snail okay? I've never… loved anyone before."

He smiled a half hearted Jake smile, wrapping his arms around my waist before burying his face into my neck.

"I love you too Laurel."