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This is just a little something I wanted to write, from Jacobs point of view. I know it is a bit short, so I'll try to post the next chapter soon:)

Legs

-JPOV

She was in the bathroom. I could hear her: Even though I tried very hard not to. It was against my reflexes to shut out anything that had to do with Nessie. She was standing calmly in the middle of the bathroom. Breathing. Thinking.

Her heartbeat fluttering maybe a tad faster than normal. I heard her let out a quiet sigh, and I ached to know what she was thinking about.

Jeez maybe I was becoming like Edward.

He was worried about her, and I totally get that. I mean, who wouldn't? The classical father-daughter-boyfriend worry. But for him to be worried about her because of me, was beyond my intelligence. I mean, he knew,my feelings for her, he had seen them first view. Front seats at the theater.

And still, he had to tell me not to do anything against her will. A shiver ran down my back at the bare thought of someone doing anything to her against her will. His exact words had been not to do anything she wasn't "comfortable with". I mean, come on, what did he think of me? I would never, ever. I gritted my teeth. He should know better than that, really.

I knew Edward and Bella were worried that we would do...well, more. Edward had talked to me about it one time before, how they thought that was too soon. They thought she wasn't ready for that. As if he needed to tell me. As if I would ever do anything she wasn't ready for.

He hadn't given me any restrictions or anything, he'd just talked to me about it. And on the phone today, he'd sort of repeated what he'd said. Don't do anything she wasn't ready for, too soon. As if I didn't remember, or as if I couldn't control myself.

It was stupid really. I was, and had always been for Nessie just what she needed me to be. If she wasn't ready for The Big Step, then I wasn't either. If she suddenly turned out to be ready for that, then I would be too. I'd never wanted anything that she didn't.

I heard the bathroom door open quietly, and I turned away from the window. I'd opened it, just to get some fresh air and to make sure that everything was all right. It smelled normal; nothing out of the ordinary. Everything was fine. Even though I was only wearing sweatpants, as I normally did when I went to bed, the breeze from the window didn't feel cold against my skin.

Her cellphone rang just then. She'd left it in her jacket, which she'd left on top of the bed beside me. Who would call her this late? I didn't really need to ask. I'd bet my tail that it was Edward. For a fleeing second I wondered if I should maybe pick it up and bring it to her, but she leaped through the door just then, and every coherent thought I might have had left me the same second.

She was beautiful. I'd never seen her quite like this. Sure, she occasionally wore my sweats, my hoods or my t-shirts. But not only my sweats, my hoods or my t-shirts. Usually she wore other clothes as well. But not this time. Not now.

She'd taken the elastic band away from her hair, to let it fall down freely around her shoulders. It was messy and knotty and I loved it. She'd put on my t-shirt. It was way too big for her. That was probably a good thing. It fell loosely around her, but I still couldn't help but notice the way it modestly hugged her curves here and there. It didn't show anything, really, but it clearly hinted how she would look under it. Under it. My mind went blank.

She was wearing my t-shirt, and only my t-shirt. My mind told me that she probably wore something under it, like, underwear, but I had to stop thinking about that right away or my thoughts would drift of to linger on things I really shouldn't linger on. Fuck.

I'd forgotten all about the phone. I didn't even hear the ringing. As she ran past me, her hair blew across my face, and a wave of her scent hit me straight in the face. It was overwhelming, and it took all of my self-control not to grab her, and pull her against me, kiss her. She reached her jacked, and leaned over just a little bit as she fumbled after her phone. That movement, small as it was drew my attention towards something that it would be a shame to overlook.

Her legs. My t-shirt reached down to the top of her thighs ,but it sure as hell did not cover much more. I'd seen her legs before. I'd seen her in a bikini, I'd seen her in towels, I'd seen her in shorts and skirts and tights and oversized t-shirts. But that had been before I saw her this way.

Her skin was pale and smooth and my fingers twitched after the sudden urge to touch. I imagined the feel of her skin under my fingers, I imagined touching her ankles, letting my hands glide up to her calf, behind her knee, touch the soft skin there. And further up, where the slight curve of her thighs began, all the way up to where my t-shirt ended, and the rest of the lines of her legs became imaginary.

I bit my tongue, refusing my mind to even go there.

She'd finally gotten hold of her phone, so she straightened up and put it against her ear. Her hair swayed lightly in the breeze from the window.

"Hello?" she said. I never got tired of that voice. She kept her voice down, probably to prevent waking dad. She always though of those things, and I felt my heart warm.

It was Edward. He told her they were going to play baseball. There was a storm coming up. I knew that, of course. Super-wolfy-sense. We always knew if there was going to be a storm. But it would be nothing major, and Nessie was with me so she would be fine. When he asked her if she was okay, I wasn't surprised really. He knew very well she was fine with me, which meant he was calling to check on us. Guess I kinda knew he would.

She hung up, while shaking her head. Some of her curls fell down the front of her shoulder, and I simply couldn't take it any more. I had to touch her. Maybe not the way I'd imagined, but I had to feel her under my fingers, in my arms, against my body.

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I was careful not to make the t-shirt slip upwards, but then I almost forgot all about it when she leaned her head back and I could see she'd closed her eyes. I pulled her closer to me, tightening the embrace. She let out a content almost inaudible sigh. I leaned down to put my cheek next to hers, and then rested my chin on her shoulder. My cheek lightly skimmed the soft skin by her neck, and I was surrounded by her scent. I closed my eyes and just gorged myself in the feeling of her.

She let out a little noise, and I opened my eyes to see her yawn. She was trying to muffle it though. She was tired. No wonder, in just a few hours it would be morning again. I should let her sleep.

"Come on" I said. I planned to scoop her up in my arms and carry her into the bed, but quickly changed my mind when I looked down her body. If the t-shirt hadn't slid up yet, it sure would then. So I grabbed her hand instead, and she walked with me over to the bed. Her hand slipped away from mine as she put the covers aside and then she crawled across the bed over to her side.

I froze, and I felt suddenly numb. When I said crawl, I meant crawl, like down-on-your-four-like-a-dog crawl. And when she did that, as if the act it self was not enough to get my imagination spinning, she also gave me an excellent view of...Well, to put it this way, the t-shirt slid up by itself this time. Just enough for me to see that she did wear underwear. Black, cotton-something, underwear that would probably be printed into my mind for ever.

I had no words. I just felt my mouth water like some, well, dog. I had to close my eyes for a second , even though my whole body was screaming for me to open them.

When I did, she had laid down, and she was smiling. She looked up at me, and patted the space beside her in bed. She wanted me to lay down beside her. She had no idea what she did to me, what she'd just done. I suddenly felt horribly perverted.

It wasn't weird Edward had called, really. I was a dog. He probably knew me better than I did. Here I was, staring at my Nessie, drooling by the mere sight of her, while she was totally oblivious. Here I was, troubling to restraining myself, while for her, nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. I almost felt guilty even looking at her, because not even now could I not notice the way the t-shirt softly hugged her body...

I ripped myself up from the numbness and sat down on the bed. The first thing I did was to cover her completely under the blanket. I didn't need to make this worse for myself. It didn't help much though, when the first thing she did was to somehow move closer to me under the cover. I could feel her body and naked legs against mine.

Hell. Screw Edward.

I wrapped my arm around her, and leaned down to kiss her, my body craving hers.

She yawned then, and I managed to snap out of it. She should sleep. She needed sleep. She was tired. I told myself that was what she needed, and at once I felt myself relax a little bit. I would give her anything she needed. Always. Whatever it was. I gently leaned down and kissed her goodnight. When my lips touched hers my body was instantly craving more, but what I wanted was not important.

Her lips felt amazing and I never wanted to end it, but I did anyway. She needed sleep. I pulled her closer to me, and felt her rest her head by my neck. Her light breaths were relaxed. I could feel the air from her mouth against my skin, making goosebumps down my chest. When the cold air from the window didn't manage to give me goosebumps, she would.

I rested my head on top of her head, and just held her close. We lay like this for a little while. I thought she'd gone to sleep when she suddenly mumbled "Iloveyou", the words melting together. My heart swelled and I felt warm all over. " I love you" I whispered back, looking down at her face. She didn't react at all; she must have finally fallen asleep. I leaned my cheek back, resting it on the top of her head.

I was without doubt the luckiest dog on the planet.

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