A.N: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! You make me smile:)

And I'll make it up for you for the mean way I ended the last chapter. I've tried to update extra fast, don't want any of you to die as some of you threatened to do, lol. Hope you don't hate me after reading this;)

Song: Ida Maria - Oh my God (youtube it!)

Sweet Expectations

"God, you can be so thick sometimes!"

In one movement I had climbed over to him, and placed myself on his lap. I wiggled my arm around his neck.

"Oh"

His lips formed the word as he understood, but no sound came out. I leaned down to kiss him.

It started out slow and gentle. Then my hands wound their way up through his hair, and his arms came up to wrap firmly around my waist. He kissed me feverishly, letting his tongue graze mine. His breath got more and more ragged for each minute. It definitely didn't end slow and gentle.

I felt bold. It was probably the alcohol. But here, far away from mind-reading fathers and other possible disturbances, I felt like I could do anything. So I turned around on his lap to face him. I put my legs on each side on his hips so that I was straddling him. His arms wrapped around my waist completely, pressing me to him. Jacob shivered as he started to glide his hands up and down my back. I deepened the kiss, and he let out a quiet groan. I loved it when he did that.

I broke away from his lips only to plant a trail of kisses down his neck. His hands trailed down to my thighs, squeezing lightly, as he tugged a little at my knees. I understood, and lifted my knees up to wrap them around his waist, bringing us even closer. Then I turned my attention back to his lips again. I kissed him roughly as his tongue collided with mine. His lips were eager, hungry. That feeling I'd felt in the forest came back, the feeling of want, of need. My stomach started to tingle and I felt a sudden urge for more. More of him, more of this. Somehow this wasn't enough.

Then, his hands planted down firmly on my hips, pushing me a little away from him. He didn't stop kissing me, though, he just put some space between our bodies. I made an arguing sound and tried to wiggle back and close the distance. He didn't let me.

"No, Ness..." he mumbled against my lips, but I didn't listen. I wanted to be close to him. I needed to be close to him. I tried to wiggle closer, but his hands still held my hips firmly away from his body.

"Ness..." he mumbled again. His voice was husky. I ignored him. I tightened my legs around his waist and finally managed to close the the distance between us. I glued myself to him, wrapping my legs and arms tightly around him. I felt his body tense. And then I realized exactly why he'd wanted some space between us. I could feel it. Pressed against my thigh. I didn't even blush. I was bold today.

As I kept kissing him, I could feel his tense body slowly loosen up. His arms wrapped around me again, much more probing than before. My back, my sides, over my hips, and down my thighs. Over and over again. I put my hands behind his neck and pushed him closer. His hands fluttered over my shoulders and up my arms. I wanted him, and I showed him by putting a hand on his face. He groaned out loud and his hands played with the fabric of my top, a few fingers slipping under to touch the skin on the small of my back. It was as if they were wondering whether they dared to enter or not.

Like if to tell him that it was okay, I tugged at his t-shirt, so that I could press my hands to his tinted stomach. I could feel him tightening his abs. Slowly, looking for any sign that I was not comfortable with this, his hand started to glide up under my top, touching the skin on my back. I let my own hands wander up to his chest, and he held me tighter to him. I tugged at his t shirt again. Stupid clothing. I think he understood, but he didn't help me in removing it. His own hands were moving upwards under my top, caressing the skin on my back and on my sides. Then, as he reached the clasp of my bra, he froze and quickly moved his hands down again. I could hear his heart racing. Ahh. The classical bra-fear.

I reached back to put his hands on my back again, while kissing his mouth hungrily. This wasn't enough. I wanted more. I could feel his muscles tighten under my touch. My hands tugged at his shirt again. Then I felt his lips slide away from mine, only to leave a scorching trail of kisses down my jaw. As he placed his lips on my earlobe, I felt my hips buckle into his on their own accord. He reacted by holding his breath for a second, as if to suppress a groan. Then he tore his lips away from my neck.

"You're drunk" he said. His voice was ragged.

"Not very"

"We shouldn't be doing this"

"You don't like it?"

With a groan he reached out and kissed me, his teeth scraping my lips. I gripped his face between my fingers and pressed him closer. He put his palms on the exposed skin on my back, and rubbed me to him frantically. I could feel him beneath me. I buckled my hips again, and he didn't manage to suppress his groan this time. He let me do it one more time, before he placed his hands on my hips, restraining them. I noticed his hands were shaking.

"We should drive home"

His voice was hoarser than I expected. He kept his eyes closed.

"But..."

"Nessie, you're drunk. If not much, but still. And as much as I don't want to leave..." his voice trembled. "we really should."

I pouted. I knew he was right, sort of. I didn't regret anything though. He opened his eyes to send me a shaky smile. He leaned forward to kiss me softly on the mouth before he lifted me up from his lap. I climbed back in my seat. He started the engine, and drove out of the parking lot.

As we drove home, I thought about what had just happened. And I didn't blush, not even once. Not like me. Definitely still tipsy. I turned to look at him.

"Can I sleep at your place tonight?"

Still bold too, apparently. Jacob sent me a look that was both dubious and hopeful at the same time

"You think your parents would be cool with that?"

"Uhm" I hadn't really thought about that. "It's not like I haven't been sleeping at your place before. Do you think Billy would mind?"

Jacob made a sound between a laughter and a snort.

"Dad? He's been to bed for hours already. No, he wouldn't mind."

"Would you mind?"

Jacob turned to look at me.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I shrugged.

"I mean, I just thought that...you know, it would be nice. But if you don't, then..."

"Nessie" he cut me off. "I would like nothing more than for you to sleep at my place"

He sent me a look so earnest I couldn't help but smile.

"But..." he paused. Humph. Stupid but. He continued.

"I don't know if, I mean, is that what you really want?" To my surprise his cheeks reddened just a little bit. "I don't know if that's a good idea after what we just...you know"

"I asked if I could sleep at your house, Jacob, not if I could sleep with you"

"No no, I didn't mean it like that!" he hurried to say. Yup, he was definitely getting red. "I just though... I only have a limited amount of self control, you know"

"I wont jump you while you sleep, promise"

"No, no, I don't think, I mean, I didn't say..."

"Relax Jacob, I'm just joking with you" I chuckled. "You can take me home if you're such a wimp"

He sent me another look, and drove straight to La Push.

"Hi mom. It's Nessie"

I was leaning against the hood of Jakes car, talking on my cellphone. He'd parked the car on its usual spot in the garage outside his house.

"Hi honey. Is everything okay?"

I could hear the alarm in her voice.

"Everything is fine." I calmed her. "We just drove back. We're in La Push."

"Oh. Good." I could hear her relax in the other end. Then she processed my words "La Push?"

"Yeah. I'm sleeping here tonight" I said. I'd planned to find a smooth explanation, but hadn't got up with any. So there. The important was to not give the impression I was hiding something. If they got suspicious, I surely would not be allowed to stay here for one second longer.

"Why?" Her voice was unreadable.

"No reason. I'm just not tired. Maybe we'll watch a movie or something."

Jacob was sitting on the ground in front of me. He raised his eyebrows quizzically, a teasing smile on his lips. I shrugged.

"Hm." my mom just said. One beat. "Have you been drinking?"

"I've been drinking some. But it has mostly burned off by now"

"Is Billy there?"

"Yeah, he's here."

"Oh" she sounded pleased. "Okay then. Don't stay up too long"

The surprise on my face must have been obvious, because Jacob chuckled beside me.

"Oh, wait" my mother added. "Your father wants to talk to Jacob"

Jacobs smile suddenly got nervous as I reached him the phone. My father spoke with a low voice, probably so I wouldn't be able to listen. I couldn't hear exactly what he was saying, but I could snap out certain phrases. There was something about about a "conversation", and something about "her will" and the word "don't" many times. Jacob didn't say much, he mostly listened with a tense look on his face. The only thing he said was "yes", "no", "of course" and once he gritted his teeth and said "I would never". I wasn't sure if I really wanted to know what this conversation was about.

When he hung up, he turned to me with the same, tense smile. I winced, ready for the blow.

"It seems your father is afraid that I'm the one who's going to jump you".

I laughed, a little embarrassed. I knew Jacob was only joking, but I also knew there was some truth to it. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders as I felt a raindrop land on my nose.
"Let's go inside. It's going to rain" he said and started to walk in the direction of the house.

I was almost having second thoughts. Maybe not second thoughts, exactly. More regretting that in a moment of boldness I'd asked if I could stay. At his place. Tonight. Not that I didn't want to be here. I did. But I was afraid it would be awkward. It was really stupid of me to even think it, really, because it was never awkward with Jacob. But still, I did. Deep deep down I guess I was a little bit afraid that I would let him down somehow. I didn't know what he expected.

When I'd said sleep, I'd meant sleep. But he'd jumped to conclusions so quickly, and so had my parents, and then there had been repeated joking back and forth about jumping, in the non-dictionary-sense of the word. And I didn't know exactly what my father had told him. Maybe I didn't want to know. Now, with the alcohol burned out of my system, I suddenly wasn't that sure about how to do this.

I was standing in the bathroom facing the mirror, with the door firmly closed behind me. Billy had been asleep when we came home, and I could hear his steady heartbeat from his bedroom. Jacob had handed me one of his t-shirts to sleep in. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The t-shirt was long, covering my backside and the top of my thighs. I'd taken off my shorts, so all I had under was underwear. I felt kind of ...nude. Though when I looked in the mirror, I could clearly see I wasn't. Anyway, when did I became this modest? I shook my head. This was silly. It was just Jacob, for crying out loud.

I removed the elastic band from my hair and let my curls fall down over my shoulders. I scooped up my top, shorts and socks from the bathroom floor and listened one more time to be sure Billy was still asleep, before I carefully opened the door and tiptoed down the hall towards Jake's room. Then my cellphone purred from inside his room. I launched myself through the tiny room and jumped over to the foot of the bed where I'd laid my jacked. I struggled a little bit to get it out the pocket before I answered, trying to do it as fast as possible not to let it wake Billy.

"Hello?" I said, keeping my voice low.

"Hi Nessie"

It was dad.

"What's up?"

"I thought I'd just let you know that there's a storm coming up. We're headed out to play"

Aah. Baseball. He continued.

"We just thought we'd let you know, in case you decided to come home and no one was there."

"Okay. No problem"

He hesitated.

"Everything going okay?"

"Everything's fine" I yawned. I knew he would find an excuse to check on me. Make sure I wasn't crying, or out of breath, or distracted, or eager to hang up... I was neither, so he seemed to relax a little bit.

"Good. Sleep tight then"

"Enjoy the game"

"We will"

"Bye"

I shook my head as I put my phone back in the jacked pocket. So much or show, as Jacob had said to me a few days ago. Or maybe I was being prejudiced. I guess he would have called to tell me where they were no matter where I was sleeping.

A pair of arms wrapped around me then, and I closed my eyes and smiled. I'd been stupid, silly, to even think about awkwardness around Jake. It was never awkward around Jake. His arms pulled me closer, and he rested his head on my shoulder. I tried my best to conceal a yawn, but he wouldn't be fooled of course.

"Come on" was all he said. As I opened my eyes, I saw him make a sudden movement, sort of reaching forward. But then he straightened up and took my hand instead, as if he'd changed his mind.

I went over to the bed, wrapped the cover aside, and crawled in. As I laid my head down on the pillow, I was completely overwhelmed my his scent. I smiled. I liked sleeping here. It felt so comfortable and safe, and familiar somehow.

Jacob was still standing in the middle of the room, looking at me. Was he unsure if I wanted him to sleep in the bed with me? Maybe he was planning to sleep on the floor. Oh, come on. I patted the space beside me. He hesitated for one second before he carefully laid down. He wrapped the cover over the both of us, and then he wrapped his arm around my waist under the cover. I yawned again. What time was it? It was probably past 03.00 am. No wonder I was so tired.

Jacob leaned down and kissed me softly on the mouth, before he pulled me closer. He leaned his cheek down to rest by the top of my head, and I closed my eyes. " I love you" I mumbled. I don't know if he heard, because straight after I fell asleep.

A.N: There's a nice little JPOV up for you next;)