Chapter 18 Hiking

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 and the Makah that, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.

Thanks to BanSidhe for betaing.

AN: I just noticed I keep switching tenses from past to present –there is something wrong with my head *bangs it on table* - nope, that didn't fix it…

It was barely breakfast time when Seth came barreling into the kitchen of the Hoburn house with a backpack slung across one shoulder. He brought his usual force of nature energy blast with him. Victor suppressed a groan. He was never a morning person and Seth exhausted him. He would swear that just watching him was tiring.

"Morning all," Seth said cheerily and kissed Rose. "Okay Rose, have you got your walking shoes on?" Seth asked her.

"Walking shoes?"

"I want to take you for a hike. The weather is pretty good today."

"Hike?" She said it as if she has never heard the word before.

Seth rolled his eyes. "Come on… are you telling me you have never been for a walk in the forest before."

Victor snorted at the kitchen table. He was reading the paper and drinking his coffee.

"Well…" she blustered.

"Rose…," Seth chided her. "You live here now… it's all about the outdoors here… hunting, fishing… hiking… outdoorsy stuff."

Her face crumpled up when he said hunting.

"I won't make you kill anything," he promised. "Not even to bang a fish on the head."

"You bang fish on the head?" she asked.

"Well, yeah… to kill them… humanely…" He looked confused.

She just looked at him.

"Shoes… now…" he ordered. She went. Victor looked surprised at that.

"With thick socks," Seth shouted towards her room.

Seth was looking at Victor.

"I don't do outdoors," Victor felt compelled to explain. "Or fishing," he added as he turned a page of the newspaper.

"Uh huh," said Seth.

Balance

[AN: Itstruck me that Seth is always chatty and wordy so I thought he would be the same even when he is being intimate.]

Seth made her balance walk on fallen tree trunks as an exercise.

"I don't want to… I keep thinking I will fall," she whined.

She slipped and he grabbed her before she had fallen. He rebalanced her and held her outstretched hand.

"Again," he ordered.

She took a few more steps before her knee jolted and he caught her again.

He held her and studied her face. "Rose…" he chided. " Stop faking it."

"How did you…" she started before she caught herself and stopped talking. "Humph," she said.

"Again," he ordered. "I will let you land on your face… now, do it properly."

She humphed at him again but she did as she was told.

She managed two tree trunks. It really did work all her senses; the trunks are mossy and slippery and she had to work at it.

"Excellent," he praised her. "You are getting much better at this."

"I feel like I am three years old," she grunted at him.

"And what's wrong with that?"

"Well I'm not… you know."

"See, that's what wrong with the world… people have lost their sense of fun."

"You seem to have my share."

"I'll share it with you if you want." He was suddenly serious.

"Seth, are you being serious about fun? That seems ironic doncha think?"

"You know what I mean."

"Yes, I do. I remember you visiting me in the hospital. You were always so happy and joyful. I looked forward to your visits. I didn't know why you were there I was just glad that you were."

She hugged him. She was still standing on the log, so for once she was at face height with him. She poked him in the chest. "And now I know that all you wanted was my virgin ass…"

"Oh yeah…," he grabbed her by the afore mentioned ass and pulled her up hard against him. "Don't remind me."

She snorted. "Like you ever forget. What are you part elephant?"

"I am a large part normal teenage boy… it's all we think about you know. And it's worse because I haven't for a while."

She gave him a look. "Haven't what?"

"Had sex for months." He sounded horrified at the thought; the way he said 'months'.

"You haven't ?"

"No, I was busy. Looking after you."

"Wow! I had no idea."

"See, I make all kinds of sacrifices for you." He sounded serious again.

"Thank you Seth," she said and kissed him. She was not quite sure what to do with that revelation. The kiss deepened and she pulled him closer to her.

"Rose?" he asked tentatively. He was not sure what she wanted to do.

"I want to try, Seth."

"We are outside," he agreed. "How far do you want to go?"

She blushed, "I don't know…"

He gave her a wicked grin. "You want me to feel you up Rose?" as he said it, he held her ass and ground her against him. It made her breathing hitch again.

"I love that noise you make," he said in a low voice.

"Noise?" she managed to ask.

"Yeah… you make this cute little hiccup in your breathing when you first get excited… like you just did then…" he explained. "I know I have your full attention when you do that."

"But what about you?" she asked. She remembered how hard he was underneath her, that afternoon in her bedroom.

"I will be okay. It's probably a good idea that we think of this as an experiment… see what happens when you really let loose, eh?" he kissed her quickly. "I can always clean the pipes out later," he told her.

She got an odd look on her face. "Eww… too much information, Seth."

He chuckled. "Or are you just imaging me… you know… as I do it…"

Her breath really hitched now.

"Ha, see… there it is again," he sounded a little triumphant. "I love that noise."

His hands reached down and started untucking her t-shirt. He kissed her again.

"It's cool for you to be the same height for a change," he said.

She inhaled deeply when his hands touched her skin under her shirt. He pressed his whole hand against her back. She moaned.

"You burn me up, Seth."

"Oh, good point…" He pulled himself away from her a little. "When you zap… does it come out of your hands? You zapped my hair that day in the kitchen and you had your hands in my hair, didn't you?"

She paused as if she was concentrating on thinking about her answer. "I guess it does come from my hands… I have never thought about it before."

"Okay then," he said and then he spun her around so that her back was against his front. "Best we point those somewhere else then."

"Oh, I see."

She shuffled back against him. She rather liked him holding her like this. "I will try to keep my hands to myself," she promised.

"Tell me if you feel odd or too wound up and I will stop."

"You will?" she sounded doubtful.

He snorted. "I can control myself … you know."

"I've told you before, you don't take no for an answer," she reminded him.

"I know what I want, Rose," he said. His voice was oddly deep and throaty. It made her shiver.

"You want me?" she asked.

"Oh yes…" he breathed as he kissed her neck, nuzzling at her ear. She relaxed and leaned back against him. His hands were over her stomach now, stroking and rubbing. One slid up and held her breast. She writhed against him.

His other hand moved to the waistband of her walking shorts. "Are you sure, Rose?" he checked.

"Please," she begged. She undid her shorts herself to make her point.

His hand tentatively moved down and stroked over the edge of her panties.

She pushed back against him. His hand slipped under her bra and he pushed it up, freeing her breast.

"A bow," he whispered against her skin as his fingers felt over it on the edge of her panties. "What colour?" he asked.

"Pink…white panties with a pink bow." She could barely believe that was her voice; she sounded so needy and so breathy.

"Can't wait to see them… one day… and then I can take you outof them… "

She made a little moan noise.

His hand kept stroking at her skin, making circles and getting lower each time. It dipped under the edge of her panties and she twitched. He made small comforting noises against the skin of her neck.

He made a movement where he clutched her naked breast, slid his hand between her legs and pulled her up hard against his body, all at the same time. She cried out. There was a crackle of thunder.

"Rose?" he asked.

"Keep going… oh please Seth… keep going," she begged him. She pushed herself back against him.

He lifted her along the fallen trunk until a branch was at her head height.

"Grab that branch," he instructed. "Just in case you try to grab me."

She clutched at it with both hands. She didn't want him to stop and she didn't want to hurt him either. She moved her feet so that her legs were further apart.

"Please…"

He shushed her, his hands stroking everywhere. "You are so wet… can you feel how wet you are?" His fingers were stroking through her now. One dipped inside and used her own wetness to lubricate her elsewhere. He stroked slowly over that spot that made her breath hitch for real now.

"Yes," she moaned.

A light rain started to gently fall; it was that kind of rain that beads on your eyelashes.

"Let it go… Rose... its okay… I've got you… you won't hurt me Rose…" he whispered words against her skin that she could barely hear. "We are outside… you can't do any damage and you can't hurt anybody… stop worrying…"

She gasped, her eyes clamped shut, her head fell back against his shoulder and her whole body twitched. Her fingers buzzed.

"That's it… that's my girl…" he encouraged, as he nibbled at her neck. His finger kept at that spot and she stiffened against him. She felt hyper aware; she could hear his hand rubbing against her clothing, she could hear little wet noises her body was making, she could feel his hardness pressing up behind her, she could smell herself and feel his breath against the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Seth," her voice rose. She wanted to hold him, but the buzzing in her fingers warned her not to try it. Her hair was crackling with static.

"Let it go Rose," he ordered.

And she did.

Her whole body jerked as if it tried to move three ways at once. She gasped and shuddered. She cried out his name but the sound was lost in the bolt of lightning that struck the ground. The sky opened at the same time and there was a massive downpour. He kept stroking at her until she stopped moving against him; murmuring meaningless words against her skin.

He slid his hand out her panties and hugged her against him.

"Holy fuck Rose," he said as he looked at the burning tree she had zapped.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. They were both completely saturated. There was no point trying to find shelter from the storm.

"Sorry?" he spun her to face him. "That is the most spectacular reaction I have ever had from a girl." He kissed her hard and held her face between his hands. "I can never doubt the affect I have on you."

"You're not upset?"

"Jeez girl… that was seriously earth shattering…" he grinned at her. "I will never need to ask if you fake your orgasms." He looked down at himself. "I'm just lucky the rain covers my wet spot. That was unbelievably hot!"

She managed a tremulous smile. "Thank you Seth. It's not everyone who would be so understanding."

"Hey, I can't wait until we get to full sex… do you think there will be actual fireworks?" he asked her.

She giggled through her tears and he hugged her again.

"Maybe next time won't be quite so intense," he suggested, trying to comfort her.

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