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CHAPTER THREE

Jacob felt that, for the first time in a long time, he was happy; clean hair, clean clothes- even if they were a bit tight- and a wonderful girl who knew his secret and hadn't fled into the arms of a vampire. Yeah, you could say he was rather content.

Weaving his way across the living room and into the kitchen, Jake took the time to really admire his surroundings. It was a nice house: stone floors, clay sculptures adorning each wall, and deep patterns of red, gold, and blue making up the color scheme. It was comfortable and habitable, but still pristine and beautiful. Just like Willow, Jake thought, before he could stop himself.

Speaking of Willow, where was she?

He found her in the kitchen, her back to him, and leaning up against the cabinet, phone to ear. Jacob couldn't help but admire the long line of her body, the way her waist swerved in and her hips curved out, creating the most sexually appealing hourglass he'd ever seen.

"No, nothing like that." She said into the phone, her voice an octave higher than the boy was used to. She was annoyed, it seemed. "No, no. It just caught me off guard is all, it's not a problem." Long pause. "Well, maybe it's because I wasn't properly prepared..."

Jake gave a small cough to let Willow know he'd approached; she turned to smile at him and his heart swelled at the mere image of her face. This was too perfect for words. "It's okay, Gran. I have a friend here, you don't have to worry about Lex."

Jacob didn't give pause to consider her more than adequate lying abilities, though he probably should have.

"Well, I'm sure I can handle it. Besides, I have Jacob, he's pretty big, I'm sure there wouldn't be a problem." Another pause.

"Yeah, yeah- I trust him completely. Okay, love you, too. Bye." She laid the phone on the counter and turned to face the boy.

"She worried?" Jake asked.

"She thinks if Lex doesn't come over here to kill me, then you'll probably just rape me." Willow said, with a shrug and an eye roll.

"I could, you know." Jake said, an animalistic grin alighting his features.

Will gave a snort of laughter. "No," She said. "You couldn't."

"What makes you so sure?"

"You are, in no the stretch of the imagination, intimidating. I'd kill if you even thought about trying something unpleasant." She placed her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing into slits. "Why are you testing me?" She asked, but Jake was too preoccupied with her previous statement to answer.

"You think you could kill me?" He laughed, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. Sure, she'd stood up to that guy in the woods, and sure she was brave enough to let a stranger shower in her house… but her death threats seemed a little less than sinister.

"I know I could kill you, dog or not." Willow was annoyed; why didn't people ever give her the least bit of respect?

Jacob clenched his teeth, his lips pulled into a thin line to hide his smile; he'd never seen a person look so beautiful when they were so peeved. Her raised eyebrows turned him on, and her angry tone made him love her even more.

He gave himself a moment to think before responding; there was obviously some things he had yet to learn about his imprint, but he'd have all the time in the world to learn her past, what he wanted now was her future.

"Would you really want to kill me?" He asked, trying to sound hurt, as he stepped closer to her.

"Of course. I'd sell your body to the government. Bet they'd pay a lot for a werewolf." Jacob paused, surprise lining his face, Willow laughed at the panicked expression. "I'm kidding!" She exclaimed. Her temper vanished and a good mood took its place as she closed the distance between them to pat his shoulder.

"You're not that heartless." The boy countered, grabbing her wrist and spinning with her until she was squished between his body and the pantry. His heat melted into hers and Willow found herself struggling for words.

"You don't even know me." She muttered, her tone wavering. Her eyelids fluttered and she wanted more than anything for Jacob to kiss her. But then she froze, surprised at herself. She was no slut… so why did she want this complete stranger to fuck her right there in her grandmother's kitchen?

"I know enough; you saved a wild animal in the woods." Jacob whispered, his lips vibrating against Willow's forehead as he spoke. "I don't think you'd have it in your heart to kill a human." As he said this, his mouth fell down to the exposed skin of her collarbone; his arms wrapped themselves around her waist.

"I don't think I would kill you." Willow responded, her brain confused and softened to mush. She knew this was wrong, that everything he was saying was a lie, she was no saint, no savior, but his movements were rendering her unintelligible. His lips hypnotized her as they traveled across her décolleté. She was nothing but a doll, a prop, a puppet; his will was her will, and she knew she would give him anything he wanted.

"And I could never rape you." As he spoke his hands floated up her waistline, coming to grip her face, his thumbs tracing soft lines across Willow's swelling lips.

"It's not rape if I'm willing." Willow murmured, only half way joking, and then she threw her arms around his neck, breathing in his scent as his lips came dangerously close to hers. They touched once, briefly, innocently; Willow found herself blushing and Jacob found himself yearning with a desire he'd never before experienced.

"I think-" Jacob started to say, but Willow stood up to her toes so that her lips could crash against his, harboring a hunger only he could sate. Jacob froze, but only for a moment and soon their lips found a rhythm, a beat. It was if they had been made for one another. Which, Jacob thought ironically, we are.

His tongue brushed her bottom lip and Willow allowed him entrance. His warmth was unparallel to anything she'd ever felt. She could taste his desire, his willingness to please her, and it made her dizzy with emotion.

Jacob's hands found their way to her thighs and, with a light tug, he lifted her off the ground, setting her bottom against the edge of the counter. Willow responded by wrapping her thin legs around his broad waist, pulling him even closer.

Having his body pressed against her center made her hot, and the heat- in turn- made her wet. Willow groaned into Jacob's mouth, her body crumbling into his. Jacob's large hands entwined themselves into her long, dark hair, pulling her even closer. If he could, he thought, he'd keep pulling until they were forever merged into one being.

His hands dropped back to her thighs, slowly snaking up the thin material of her dress. His hardness strained against the black pants as his fingers toyed with the line of her panties. Willow's breath came in quick gasps as he reached closer and closer to her core. Her lip trembled, her back arched- bringing her closer and the tips of his fingers grazed across her mound…

"Willy?" A loud voice called from somewhere down the dark hallway facing the two. Willow jumped violently pushing Jacob away, and falling down onto the balls of her feet with an involuntary shiver.

"Uh-huh...?" She called, her voice shaky, her heartbeat erratic. Across the kitchen, looking guilty, stood Jacob, his throbbing dick hardly hidden by the tight black pants.

"I came to borrow your red top," The voice said, coming closer. It was feminine, Jacob could tell now that he was able to function properly, and it was about to walk into the room. "And to see Mr. 6-Pa- OH!"

Michaela froze as she came around the corner from the laundry room, crossing her arms over her chest as she smirked down at the lovebirds.

"Family friend, my ass." Mickie laughed, shaking her head and reaching out to lift the bottom of Jake's shirt. "More like fuck-buddy."

"Hmm. Nice abs." She turned to Willow. "You weren't exaggerating. Oh, shit, your face. You really weren't exaggerating."

Willow bit her lip, trying to mask her embarrassment and annoyance. "Never do." She hissed. "Now, what do you want?"

"Oh, just the red shirt." The girl waved her hand dismissively. "The one with the French quote on it."

"It's in my room." She stated, but Mickie looked unmoved, blatantly watching Jacob flitter nervously from the sink the refrigerator. "Okay, I guess I'll get it you for. Behave." Willow ordered, stumbling out of the room.

"You're going to kick Lex's ass for doing that to her." Mickie said, spinning to face Jacob once Willow was out of site. "Right?"

She was thinner than Willow, narrower, with a smaller bust, and while Willow's skin was olive-toned, Mickie's was lighter. It was true that Mickie was attractive, but Jacob couldn't find himself thinking of anything other than the warmth waiting for him between Willow's legs, and of how desperately he wanted to feel it again.

"Of course." He murmured, looking down the hall.

"And you're coming to Kiki's party tonight. Right?"

"Is she going?" He nodded in the direction Willow had gone then looked to Mickie, who nodded. "Then yes." He said, anything to be with Willow.