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Well, let me just say this: THIS IS A REPOST.
I pulled the story offline, gave it a few tweaks, vamped up the plot(literally) and this is what I've come up with.
CHAPTER TWO
"Are you sure this is okay?" Jacob asked, timidly wiping his blackened, bare feet across the worn welcome mat adorning Willow's front porch. The girl pranced into the house, gold sandals clattering against the ground, hardly giving pause to consider wiping her feet.
"Of course it is." She answered quickly, grabbing two bottles of water from the refrigerator. One, she opened and downed immediately, the other she tossed to Jacob.
"What about your parents?" He felt stupid, being so timid, and of course he wanted to be with Willow, but he wasn't sure if- barely clad in dirty, torn sweatpants- he was fully prepared to meet the family.
"Dead." Willow said simply, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. "I live with my Gran." She lifted herself up to sit on the counter, smiling across the kitchen. "And Gran is always at Lizzie Madder's house, playing Mahjong, or Parcheesi, or something old-lady-ish like that."
"Oh," Jacob found himself smiling. "So we're alone?"
Willow frowned, jumping down onto the floor and making her way across the living room. Two hallways lead towards the east and south areas of the old house. "Don't get your hopes up, Wolfie." She nudged open a door, down the left hallway, with her foot. "You can shower, and I'll toss those into the washer." He looked down at his muddy sweatpants.
"Oh, that's fine." Jake argued, shaking out his ratty hair. "You don't need to do that." Willow laughed, reaching down to grab his hand, pulling him closer to the bathroom.
"Yeah," She said. "I do; because you really smell."
With Jacob securely in the shower, and his nasty pants well on their way to being clean, Willow sighed as she pulled off the shirt she had been wearing, tossing it into the trash. There were droplets of blood- from her busted lip- staining the front, and the rest of it was covered with two things Willow very much despised: dust and embarrassment. She couldn't believe she'd let Lex get the upper hand like that.
I should have known this would happen eventually, Willow thought, dialing the familiar number. While it rang she pondered her options. This thing with Lex was a clear dead end. She couldn't just avoid him, he'd find her; and she couldn't just disagree, they would kill her. She sighed again- this was so unlike her, this moodiness, this helplessness; she ran her fingers through her long hair, examining her cheek in the mirror attached to the closet door.
It was going to bruise, for sure. Her lip was swollen and cut down the left side and her eye was sore and red. Just fantastic,she thought venomously.
"He hit me, Mickie, he fucking punched me in the face." Willow whined the second her old friend finally answered; she held the phone propped between her shoulder and ear. "You should see me, I'm already fucking bruising."
"I'm sorry it happened, but, Dude, it's your own fault." The girl answered. "I told you he was no good."
Willow frowned, activating the speaker so she could set the phone down as she slipped a clean, blue dress over her slim shoulders.
"No good is one thing, abusive is another altogether. I didn't know he would stoop so low as to actually hit me." She testified, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her hips.
"He shot Kari Alley's cat, what do you expect?" Mickie asked, sounding bored; the Lex/Willow drama had been going on for years and- frankly- Mickie thought both would be better off if they just stopped communicating. But we work together, Willow would always argue; plus, it's "complicated". Before Willow could offer up any more bullshit excuses, Mickie continued. "I don't want to hear about Lex; do we have other news?"
Willow thought for a moment, and the sound of the running shower made her grin. "Actually, yeah. Fresh meat, goes by the name of Jacob."
"Ooh, tell me more."
Willow snorted, pausing to chew on her bottom lip. What was there to tell about Jacob? Well, for starters he was a werewolf, but she couldn't really tell Michaela that. That she'd found him in the woods? No, then she'd sound crazy for inviting him in… Willow wasn't exactly known for being cautious, or even a good judge of character for that matter, but even then, inviting a large, werewolf-y stranger in would arose her friends' suspicion.
"Willy…" Mickie sang, yanking the girl back into the moment.
"There's nothing to tell." She said, heading back towards the kitchen. "He's just a friend of the family or something, staying for an undetermined length of time."
"Oh, that's complete bullshit." Mickie snapped, and Willow could practically hear the eye roll. "Give me something substantial."
"Well," Willow mused, smiling. "He has the nicest, 6-pack abs I've ever seen." As she spoke, the girl pulled on the nozzle of the sink, holding her fingers under the water, waiting for it to warm.
"Hmm, now that'swhat I like to hear." She said as Willow soaked a washcloth with the hot water.
"Michaela Andy Kerr!" Willow screeched, pretending to be shocked. "I do believe you are taken." She rubbed the towel across her face, cleansing it of the dried blood, but taking special care not to apply too much pressure.
"Oh, what's that mean anyway? You're still coming to Kiki's party, right?"
"Of course." Willow chirped, sounding surprised; she wasn't going to let one bad encounter with that asshole, Lex, keep her from her friends. If anything, she'd love to show everyone what he did to her; she would make them hate him.
"Good, bring 6-pack boy."
"Will do."
Willow threw the phone onto the couch, and made a quick dash for her grandparents' room. She knew Granddad was probably not quite as broad as Jacob was, but figured his clothes would acceptable, if not a little retro. She headed towards the bathroom to give Jacob the clean clothes- old, faded jeans and a button-up. After all, she couldn't very well introduce him to Gran, or her friends, half-naked.
Once there, she could still hear the water running and figured it would be safe to just slip in and deposit the clothes on the counter, but upon opening the door, Willow realized just how mistaken she had been.
Standing there, in full, naked glory, was Jacob Black, his body glistening with little beads of moisture, which really only served to intensify his complete and utter appeal. Willow found herself frozen, unable to stop her eyes from roaming across his entire body. Chiseled arms, sculpted abs, perfectly formed ass, and his dick, which she saved for last, was anything but disappointing, and-surprisingly- just as tan as the rest of him. Willow idly wondered if he tanned in the buff, but then her eyes drifted up to meet his face and she realized, not only was he staring at her, but that her jaw had dropped and drool was forming in the corners of her mouth.
"Oh, shit, sorry." She said, spinning around instantly. Jacob pulled the towel off the rack to cover himself and chuckled.
"If you wanted to see me naked," He said, grinning. "All you had to do was ask."
"I didn't want to see you naked." Willow said, but with little conviction.
"Oh, really?" Jacob mused, standing just behind her, he was slightly hard from the thought of her looking at his manhood, and he wanted more than anything to reach out and touch her. He imagined her skin would be incredibly soft. "You didn't like what you saw?"
"Yes, I mean, no, I didn't like it, because I didn't see anything, and--" Willow turned to face him, involuntary glancing at his towel-covered crotch. "God Dammit!" She exclaimed, tossing her hands into the air. "Put some fucking clothes on."
"You took my pants from me." Jacob said innocently, smiling down at the girl.
"Oh." Willow recalled, bending over to snatch the clothes she'd dropped onto the floor. Jacob took the opportunity to catch a glimpse of her cleavage, which looked smooth as silk, and utterly tantalizing. He wondered how she would taste…
She shoved the clothes into his hands, murmuring something and Jacob realized he had been too lost in his fantasy to fully comprehend what she was telling him.
"So they should fit," Willow was saying. "And the underwear is clean, so no worries, and…" She gave his body one more hungry scan. "And I'm just going to wait in the kitchen. Over there." With that, she turned and vanished around the corner, leaving Jacob to chuckle alone in the hallway.