A/N: Things heat up a litlte bit between our favorite werewolf and our (or at least my) favorite OC. I hope you all enjoy! :)

Chapter 16
Morals

I don't think I could have dreamed of a better night with my mom and Jacob. They got along so well, they were like two peas in a pod. I was thrilled. Dinner was much easier for me than lunch was, and I think Jacob could see that too.

My mom told Jacob stories of my younger-years keeping both of us entertained all throughout dinner; veggie lo mien made homemade by my very-vegetarian mother. After dinner, Jacob and I did the dishes and my mother went off to her room to take a bath and get ready for bed.

I pulled Jacob to my room, wanting a little one-on-one time with him. I closed the door behind me and he looked around my room, which my mother hadn't changed at all since I left after graduation. It was exactly the same.

Pale purple walls and dark purple and blue accents around the room, I felt like I was back in high school. I couldn't help but follow Jacob's eyes all around the room; from my desk, to my dresser, to all the pictures adorning the surfaces and the walls. He inspected the pictures and I could see small smiles appear on his lips every so often.

"Enjoying yourself?" I questioned, getting comfortable on my bed.

"I like seeing pictures of you," He sat down on the edge of my bed. "I feel like I can see how you really are, or were… during those times…" He leaned forward and I met him halfway giving him a short peck on the lips.

"I can't wait to go to the Reservation, because I want to see the most embarrassing pictures your father has of you…" I winked at him.

"I'm not easily embarrassed," He stated.

"We'll see about that…"

He adjusted himself so that he was sitting next to me, his arms wrapped around my middle—securely. I enjoyed this feeling, and I wanted to fall asleep this way, and I'm sure I probably could, and most likely will.

"Are you actually going to sleep in the spare room?" I questioned him out of the blue.

He nestled his nose in to the crook of my neck. I felt the chills run down my back and cuddled in to him, taking in his warmth.

"Probably not," He breathed.

"Why not? Aren't we safe here?" His grip on me tightened.

"You can never be too careful, Molly…"

I didn't like his answer, not at all. I thought I'd be more at ease, but now I wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Jake,"

He pressed his lips to the side of my neck, "I can't be off guard when it comes to you," He stated. "It's against my DNA."

His tone was joking, but I didn't find it funny.

"Jake, what kind of danger is out there?" I felt him hang his head; his forehead now resting against my shoulder.

"Mols," I turned to look him in the eye.

"Jacob, don't I have a right to know what you are supposed to be protecting me from?"

He licked his lips, "You really don't want to know,"

I stared him down, did I want to know? I thought I wanted to know, but now looking him in the eye, I wasn't so sure. I diverted my gaze away from him and slumped back in to his chest, facing my room.

"Sometimes it's better if you don't know…" He mused.

I thought about our past conversations, and the name that came to mine was Bella and what she had fallen in love with. What had caused Jacob to turn in to a werewolf. I closed my eyes and pressed my body against his.

"Vampires?" It was more of a statement than a question. I felt his entire body tense, and knew that was my answer. He was protecting me from vampires. "Why?" I pressed.

"They're our natural enemy, Molly…" His fingers caressed my hip bones, softly, causing a warming sensation throughout my entire body. "They're all around, even if you don't notice them…" His lips lingered on my shoulder. "I couldn't bear to lose you to one of them…"

I didn't respond to his words, I felt comforted but at the same time, there was an annoying voice in the back of my head telling me not to be so comfortable. Anything could happen, even I knew that. My brother was killed cold-blooded in a part of town that was well-known, and populated, by some serial killing gang of some sort.

I felt the goose bumps rise on my arms; Jacob could sense that something was wrong. He could always sense it. He turned me, so that I was facing him, and pushed my hair out of my face.

"You should go take a hot shower, and get ready for bed…" He instructed.

"But—" He put a finger to my lips.

"No buts," He mocked my mother's tone from earlier. "You just go do it."

I wanted to pout and maybe even stomp my foot again, but a hot shower sounded really nice right about now. I simply nodded my head and gave him a quick peck on the lips before disappearing in to the hallway.

I could hear my mother downstairs humming away, as she read her book. It was a weird habit of hers, but it was somehow—strangely, comforting.

I started the shower, and locked the door behind me. It seemed like things were finally starting to come together for me. My parents both seemed to be in a happy state of mind and so did I.

I was happy.

That was an accomplishment if I ever saw one. The demise of my relationship with Donovan had circled around my breakdown after Patrick's death. And everything else seemed to go to hell after that.

I stepped in to the shower, and felt the hot beads of water massage against my back. A hot shower was definitely needed after the day I had. Jacob was right. He always seemed to be right.

Just the thought of him brought a smile to my face. I think that's how I knew it was something special between us. It happened fast, but I loved Jacob. I could feel it with every fiber of my being that he was it, and at least I knew the feelings were reciprocated in this case.

I closed my eyes and let the hot water beat against my skin, the feeling was calming, but that feeling didn't last for long. Images flashed in my head and I felt my body immediately tense up. I forced my eyes to open, gripping on to the wall for support.

My breathing was labored and I couldn't see straight, I felt like the room was spinning. Images of Patrick and his mystery killer engulfed my head. I was there. I could see all of the blood, the brutality.

I winced, I wouldn't be sleeping tonight.

I finished my shower, trying my damnedest not to close my eyes again. I couldn't handle those images again. I toweled off and changed in to a t-shirt and shorts, though I was sure I probably wouldn't get a wink of sleep in tonight.

Lazily, I walked back in to my bedroom, trying to push the thoughts of Patrick and his murder as far away from my brain as possible. I didn't want to be in a sulking mood around Jacob. Entering my room I found Jake resting coolly on my bed looking through a yearbook that was under my nightstand.

I don't think I was going to have any problems with sulking now, that was definitely not an option right now. A very delectable six foot seven Native American was lying in my bed, in pajama pants and no shirt.

I hoped that I wasn't drooling.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was so—muscular. Honestly, if you looked at him you would not think he was eighteen years old. My eyes wandered up and down his chest to his abdomen and felt my heart beating rapidly out of my chest.

"Mols?" He brought my attention back to his handsome face. I felt embarrassed, but I wasn't going to be ashamed of checking out my own boyfriend. He glanced down at his body and I remembered the first time I met Jacob—as a human. He was only wearing a pair of khaki shorts.

Very drool worthy.

"Molly?"

I shook my head, "Sorry…"

"Don't be…" He gave a lopsided grin. "I don't mind…" He closed the yearbook and set it on the table.

I looked up at the ceiling and gave a slight shake of my head, "At least you're modest…" I joked, closing the door behind me.

I crossed to the bed and sat in the middle, my legs pulled underneath me; my eyes locked with his. He sat up, his shoulders back, and his lips pursed in to a sexy smirk. Unmentionable thoughts crossed my mind at that very moment.

Any thoughts from earlier had disappeared for now, all that mattered at that moment was me and him. I moved my weight forward, placing my hands on either side of his body, and giving him an innocent grin when his perfectly shaped eyebrow shot up in question.

He dipped his head just a little and his lips crashed on to mine. I nearly lost my balance as the warmth erupted throughout my entire body. Was it healthy to go from one extreme to the next? Probably not. Did I care? At this moment, no.

His left arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me impossible closer to him, and his right hand slid from his side, up mine and to the base of my neck causing us to deepen our kiss. I situated myself so that one hand was resting against his chest and the other was tangled in his dark hair.

Things started to get heated between us, and I didn't think that my childhood bedroom was the appropriate place for us to consummate our relationship for the first time. Hell, I wasn't sure if it was even the right time to consummate our relationship, or if—God save me, Jacob was a virgin.

I pulled away—slowly. Jacob looked me in the eye and could see that there was something wrong, I was beginning to think he was psychic. He brushed my damp hair out of my face, and cupped my cheeks in his warm hands.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I kissed him quickly and settled on the bed next to him, my face slowly slipping out of his hands.

"Did I do something wrong?" He questioned me.

I looked over at him and laughed to myself, "No, of course not…"

"Then why'd you—"

"Jacob, it's kind of complicated."

"What is?"

"This whole thing," I waved my hand between us.

"How is this complicated?" He questioned looking at me strangely.

I bit my bottom lip, trying to find the words to explain to him, "It's just that…" I looked down at my hands. "I already fell like I'm taking something away from you, and…" I looked back up at him to see his face fall. "I just—I don't think I can take that away too…"

His brow furrowed, "What do you feel like you're taking away from me?"

"I don't know…" I mumbled unintelligibly. "We're both still so young, and I'm sure there are things out there you still want to experience without being tied down to me for the rest of your life."

"Who said the things I wanted to experience, I couldn't experience with you?"

"I'm older than you Jake, and I've—I've experience things that you haven't yet…" I pulled a shaky hand through my still-damp hair.

He stared at me, and I nervously adjusted my gaze downwards. He sighed and shook his head, "This is about sex…."

"No, this isn't about sex," I sat up and looked at him, he could read it on my face, I was sure of it. "Ok, maybe it's a little about sex, but—"

"But what?" He pressed turning his entire body in my direction. "Are you afraid that I won't be good at sex because I've never done it before?"

I sat straight up, my blue eyes narrowed in on his, "No, Jake, that's not it at all…" I looked him in the eye. "I—I'm just really worried that…" I sighed. "Maybe it's because I'm insecure…"

Jacob scoffed, "You're insecure?"

"Yeah, I'm insecure… ok…" I watched as he pursed his lips together in contrast to my words. "What if we do have sex and you're not satisfied? What if I don't do it for you?"

He rolled his eyes at me, "Doubtful." He brushed a hand over the exposed skin on my arm, causing goose bumps to form. "What part of soul mates do you not understand?"

I balled my fists and pushed them in to the bed angrily, "Just because we're 'soul mates' Jacob Black, does not mean that we're going to have a spectacular sex life, just like that…" I snapped my fingers.

"On the contrary, I think it means just that," He replied coolly.

I was beginning to think that he was testing me. I glared over at him and he was just smiling at me, as if this didn't faze him at all. Scrunching up my face in a peculiar way I shoved him.

He laughed at me and wrapped me up in his long, muscular arms, pulling me closer to his half-naked body. I felt content here, and I tried to push our conversation out of my head. All this talk about sex was really making me push my morals about having sex in my mother's house.

"What's wrong now?" He questioned.

I looked up at him and saw that he was watching me, pensively.

"Nothing," I chewed on my bottom lip.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you suck at lying, Molly?"

"Ok," I cleared my throat and nestled in to his arms further, "I was really thinking about teetering my morals a bit, just for tonight…" I tried to suppress the blush on my cheeks, but to no avail.

I felt his nose press against my cheek, and his lips lingered near my jaw line. I could just imagine the thoughts running through his head right now; my naughty little Native American. His lips just barely brushed against my skin and I felt my entire body react to him.

"Jacob," I whispered his name.

"Yes, Molly?" He asked, his breath causing chills down my back. It was warm and seemed to flow down my neck in a sensual manner.

I let my lips part just a bit, my breathing becoming labored as I felt his finger tips crawl up my t-shirt and dance along the hem of my shorts. My mouth moved, but no words came out. I couldn't fight the fire that was erupting inside of me.

His touch made all my other thoughts disappear, and all I could think about was him. His lips lingered down my neck, pressing gently against the sensitive skin of my nape.

I turned my body towards him, my hands reaching out and grabbing on to his naked torso, pulling him closer. I pressed my lips to his hungrily and ignored the words that my conscience was trying to spew at me.

Jacob's hands were now under my shirt, caressing the cleansed skin underneath it, one of my legs was now tossed over his hip and our bodies were reacting to one another. My hands roamed over his body caressing every indenture of his taut muscles.

I do believe my morals just flew out of the window.

This chapter was actually going in a totally different direction when I first initiated it, but then my muse wanted to continue to be naughty, so I had to let Jacob Muse have his fun. So, that's where this chapter came in. Which works well for me, because it gave me a new idea to work in the original idea for this chapter and part of the next idea... YAY! (What does that mean for you? Probably a timely/quicker update!)

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