Disclaimer: (Sorry, still no ownage. Stephenie Meyer did it first)

CHAPTER FOUR

Through My Bedroom Window

I woke up in my bed. At some point last night one of the Cullen's must have shipped me over. I peered at my alarm clock and it read eight-thirty-four. Then I looked out the window only to see a dark sky. I must have been tired. Calculating the math in my head I figured I was nineteen hours worth of tired. I just laid there.

From the living room I could hear the t.v., Charlie must have come home early. It sounded like football but I couldn't be sure. Slowly I made my way across my room and headed towards the door. My feet were bare and the floor was cold. Why did they take off my socks? I pushed my question back and opened the door.

I found myself in the shower with the water running hot. I felt like I could have stayed there forever with the cleansing water washing over me, it took my worry away. With a simple turn of the knob the water stopped and my mind was put back in order. There was just so many things going on I wouldn't have been surprised if I went into a catatonic state, but instead I was just confused. I wrapped a towel around my body and started towards my bedroom.

"Bella?" Charlie stopped at the top stair. "I didn't see you come in". I took a deep breath.

"I came in last night". Hopefully he hadn't checked on my room like I knew he probably did. He questioned my answer with a stern face, but apparently he decided to leave it at that.

"Are you making dinner tonight?" He asked.

"No, I don't feel very good. I think I'm gonna lay down for the night. I moved through my door and added, "I'll see you tomorrow". I shut the door and waited. He stood for a moment outside my door then retreated down the stairs back to his game.

I breathed in deep and suspiciously glanced at my window half expecting to see Edward climbing through, but all I saw was the cool night air. He wouldn't be coming through there anymore and I decided that, not him. I trampled over towards my bed and fell into a heap of blankets. I didn't remember leaving my room in it's current condition but I didn't bother to care. I just wanted to close my eyes.

…

It was two am when I woke up. Something was scratching at my window. In my just woken state I stumbled over to see what it was. It was pretty dark so I couldn't quite make out the figure. When my eye's finally adjusted I quickly pushed open the window.

"JACOB!"

He smiled and crawled through the opening, taking a hold of my waist as soon as his feet hit the floor he pressed his warm lips against my neck and slowly slid down to my shoulder. There he kissed me. I almost succumbed to this, but then remembered his absence for the past day and a half. I pushed him away.

"You said five minutes". His grin grew.

"I know, but I was in dog mode"

"I don't care Jacob. You said five minutes and you've just returned almost two days later!" His grin turned into a serious expression, his lips pursed.

"Bella I was just watching out for you". I pouted.

"Well I hate it" His smile returned.

"I do to". He pushed his hand into mine and pulled me across the room. Somehow he managed not to stumble over the heap of cloths in our path. "Bella I really missed you". He sat on the bed as I stood in front of him. He pulled me in closer and propped my legs against his waist. I loved it when he did this. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it to the side.

"Jacob Black since when do you were shirts?" I asked in a mockingly tone. He grinned.

"Since you've asked me to". I smiled.

"That was before I started sitting with you like this". I grabbed his hands and placed them behind my neck. I could feel his pulse. "And besides aren't we past shirts now?" He grinned and ventured his lips to mine. We kept the motion for a while then I used my weight to push him into the heap of blankets. Somehow I accomplished this task. I looked down on him and his eyes were black, blacker than I'd ever seen them before. He seemed to have noticed my discovery by placing his hand to his eye.

"Jacob, your eyes?" He tried to look away.

"I know"

"Why are they so dark?" He looked straight at me.

"You"

"Me?" What was he talking about, how could I cause his eyes turning black?

"I don't know for sure, but when I'm around you my eyes kind of go black. Like I'm seeing something else. They burn". He placed his hand on my cheek. "And unless I'm touching you it feels like they'll…burst". I couldn't believe what I was hearing, this situation seemed so familiar. Instead of thinking further I leaned in and kissed him. Jacob took a hold of my back and thrusted me towards him. His arms were strong and his body heated. He slipped his right hand up to my neck and continued to my hair. I copied and started twisting his dark locks with my fingers.

The kisses turned into a blur and the heat was amazing. I slid my leg along his, my knee meeting his hip. Why hadn't he ravaged me yet, we were closer then ever before. I proceeded with my other knee only for him to surprise me by taking a hold of my hips. With this he flipped me into the blankets and heavily breathed over me. His hands went to work brushing up and down my sides. He took control of my neck smothering it with heated kisses. I maneuvered my hands towards his belt and slowly unbuckled it notch by notch. He thrusted deeper and slid his hand along my shirt. I unzipped his pants and tried to move my leg slightly, but failed.

His knees were like iron barriers keeping my legs buckled. I looked up and he seemed like a castle overpowering me. His lips ventured to the back of my ear and continued their fiery kisses. I moaned, almost uncontrollably I let it out again. Jacob stopped and looked at me. He smiled. My eyes met his and I fastened my hands to the rim of his jeans. He interjected and took my hands holding them hostage over my head. He smile widened. Embarrassingly my panting grew.

"What exactly are you doing Ms. Swan?" I smiled and answered.

"You know what I'm doing Jacob". I freed my hands only for him to fasten his grip. Why was he doing this? "Jacob I'm gonna need my hands!" He laughed. Then he laid his body over mine and kissed my parted lips, leaning back slightly just enough to make me want more. His breathing deepened. I felt his body tense. At first I thought he was joking until I realized that he really wasn't going to loosen his grip.

"Jacob what's going on?" He hesitated.

"Bella I…I can't do what I'm pretty sure you want to do". I gave him a scowl.

"And why exactly not!"

"It's complicated"

"No it's actually pretty simple, you see when a girl and a boy-" He interrupted.

"Bell I'm not exactly a boy. I'm a werewolf and when I get really into something I tend to change into one". I was in shock, he continued. "Do you have any idea how much restraint it took me just to kiss you?" I didn't. "It's hard Bella". His arms loosened and he backed off the bed and stood in front of me. "I really want this Bella, but just not now. Believe me it's on my agenda to figure out". I let out a deep sigh.

"I guess it's okay", and I smiled. " I will wait for you Jacob Black. Forever and ever"

"Good, because Bella I really want this. I just need a little time". With this he headed towards the window putting one leg out. "I need to go now, but I will be back in the morning". Why was he leaving me? I had to see him again…sooner than later.

"I have to go into town at nine, but I can head to La Push after". He grinned at me.

"I'll see you then Bella". He kissed my hand and disappeared through the window. I was alone again.

Slumping over to my bed I realized something. This always happens to me! No matter the guy I never got past second base. Realizing now that I must have looked less then desirable from my twenty two hour nap maybe I needed to change my attitude or give my hair a touch up. I certainly knew how to attract the guys. Giving up on my inner rant I pulled up a blanket and drifted into sleep.

I had to visit town in the morning.