A.N:

My writing-mode is going kind of slow at the moment, so I need to just take a few days away from ff and just write. I will continue (I'm not even halfway yet) but my inspiration is kind of low right now. Please review if you'd like me to continue:) I will, but it will go way better and faster if I get some feedback.

Oh, and a big wolfhug to all my faithful reviewers! This story wouldn't be here if not for you.

Anyways, here's another chapter for you. Hope you'll like it.

Breakfast

NPOV

When I woke, I felt groggy. I couldn't quite make out my surroundings at first. Why was I in Jacob's bed? But then I remembered, and looked around. Jake wasn't here. I looked at the alarm clock. It was only 7 am. Way too early for a Saturday. I heard some muted voices then, from outside. Their voices were drifting in towards the open window. It sounded like Jake and Billy and...grandpa Charlie?

Someone said goodbye, and then I heard the engine of a car start up before it drove off away from the house. Footsteps. Door. More footsteps. And then the bedroom door opened and Jacob entered. He looked down at me, sprawled out in his bed. He smiled, before he sat down on the side of the bed.

"I could get used to that sight" he noted as he laid down on his back beside me.

"What sight?"

"You waking up in my bed, seven o'clock in the morning"

I looked down at myself. I was a total mess. He must be joking.

"Where are Billy going?"

"Fishing. With Charlie. I just needed to help him out"

Jacob turned over so that he was laying on his side, resting his head on his arm. He was still only wearing the sweats he wore last night. He sent me a grin.

"Looks like we have the house to ourselves today."

My eyes widened. "Did you tell them I slept here?"

He smiled "They didn't ask. But if they'd asked I would've. It's not a secret, is it?"

"No, but they would...you know, assume things."
He hesitated one beat before he answered

"So?"

I wasn't quite sure of what to say to that, so I just looked at him and frowned. He laughed.

"Relax, you know dad doesn't mind if you stay here. He's real casual about it. And I stay over at your place all the time."

True. I guess this wasn't very different.

"So, what do you want to do today then?" I asked, tugging the bedspread all the way up so that only my head was peeking up at the top.

"I can think of a thing or two..."

Jacob leaned down to kiss me, placing his body over mine, on top of the bedspread. His lips found mine, and his hands wound their way through my already messy hair.

It didn't really become more than a thing or two, though, since it was seven o'clock in the morning and that meant we had only gotten a few hours of sleep. Sometime we must have fallen asleep again, because I woke up a few hours later with him snuggled up behind me, his arm resting heavy around my waist.

I managed to sneak out from it without waking him. I put on one of his way-too-big-for-me shirts and a pair of socks, fully aware I was looking like a bum, and shuffled out into the kitchen. I made coffee. Jacob liked coffee, and I liked fooling myself that I liked coffee. Which mostly meant I liked tasting one or two sips of his coffee, but what the heck.

I poured a cup for my self, feeling real grown up, before I went outside on the front porch hoping no one was lurking around in the forest to see me standing here in no pants. That would surely get the gossip going. Not that I cared much.

It was a sunny day, for once. It had been raining, a lot, but otherwise there were no traces after the storm. My family would be home today, I guess. Or out hunting. Not on any public places at least, with their sparkly skin.

I heard footsteps, and Jake appeared in the doorway behind me. He took in my outfit and smiled.

"I could get used to that too"

He bent down and gave me a soft peck on the mouth.

"Since when do you drink coffee, by the way?"

I took another sip, but grimaced a little. The good-two sips were over.

"I don't. Here"

I reached him the cup and he chuckled.

We shared a couple of lazy hours out in the sun on the front porch. We, or well, he drank coffee, and then we ate breakfast. We talked about graduation for a little while. My exams would begin soon, and then I would graduate. I didn't know exactly what to do next year yet, but it didn't stress me really. I had forever to decide. Jacob had graduated a couple of years ago. And now it was my turn .

Of course, originally Jacob would have graduated a lot sooner, but since he'd become a werewolf the whole school-concept had been a bit lopsided. And then I'd been born, and he had missed a lot just because he couldn't bear to be away from me. You know, imprinting.

So he had lost a few years, but finally graduated none the less. Now he earned some money on fixing cars now and then, and some other mechanic-stuff I really didn't know much about. There was no chance he had time for a full-time job, with being a wolf and all. He'd talked about college, but he didn't rush it either. Honestly, I think it was because he didn't want to leave me, but I'd never asked.

I was sitting on the banister with my face towards the sun and he was sitting in the only rocking-chair watching me. I loved having the sun on my face like this. I couldn't get a tan, of course, but it warmed nicely.

"I think you should borrow some shorts" he said after a long silence, completely out of the blue. I didn't open my eyes when I answered, I just kept my face towards the sun.

"I can wear my own, the one I wore yesterday"

"Hm" he paused. "Maybe you should put it on"

I turned to look at him.

"You mean, like, now?"

"Yeah"

"Err...okay?" I sat up straight, confused. "Why?"

"I don't want any neighbors to see you like that."

"You don't have any neighbors in range of vision, Jacob"

Seriously, this t-shirt wasn't that short. No underwear peeking out, and I even wore a shirt and socks as well. But sure. I rolled my eyes, a little annoyed. If he didn't like that I wore his clothes, then fine. I wouldn't.

I jumped down from the banister. Maybe he was uncomfortable with me when I was dressed like this. Or maybe he really was embarrassed about what others would say. Fine. I huffed.

I started walking towards the front door, but never got that far. All of a sudden he rushed up behind me, grabbed my shoulder and whirled me around before he pinned me to the wall next to the door. His lips were on mine, kissing me feverishly. I forgot all about the clothes, actually I forgot pretty much everything. My whole brain went numb except for a little piercing voice in the back of my mind, screaming more, more. I wrapped my arms around his neck almost immediately, and his hands searched their way up my sides.

"Too late" he mumbled.

"What?" I pulled back from his lips to look at him. It was with great effort, believe me.

"It's too late" he continued, moving his lips down my neck as he spoke. " I don't want anyone besides me to see you like this, that's true. But the main reason you should put some clothes on is that I really can't help it any longer"

"Can't help what?" I said, dumbfounded

"This"

He mouth was back on mine, rough against my lips, and I could feel his tongue searching for mine. I reached up to put my fists into his hair, tugging a little to bring him closer. He deepened the kiss, and his hands roamed further up my sides.

My mind went blank again and I think I might have let out a little moan or something; I didn't really control my actions any more. I wasn't even aware of my t-shirt sliding up on its own before he'd tugged it back down. He put his arms around my waist and lifted me up, never breaking the kiss. I felt him move, and then my back was pressed into something soft. When I opened my eyes he had moved us inside and laid me down on the couch, pinned between him and the soft cushions.

His kiss became even rougher and I pulled him closer to me. I could feel every inch of his body pressed against mine. I noticed I could feel the warm skin and his abs against my stomach, and realized my t-shirt had slid up again. I briefly thought that I should maybe pull it back down but then he put a hand behind my neck and deepened the kiss and I forgot all about it.

I strained closer, my body aching to be closer to him. The voice in my head kept screaming, louder and louder. I just wanted more. More of him, more of this. A glowing, tingling feeling spread in my stomach, the same I'd felt last night. I just felt an urge to be near him, closer. This was not enough.

His mouth broke contact with my lips, and I made a protesting sound. He moved his lips downwards to press them under my chin, and I tilted my head backwards without really knowing I did. All I could think of was his hands, pressing against the small of my back, making my back arch into him. He pressed me to him as he continued to make a trail of kisses down my throat, all the way to my collarbone. He stopped there, only to kiss his way towards my shoulder. His hands were roaming up and down my sides, making my back arch even more.

I tugged his hair lightly and he was back against my lips in less than a second. I parted my lips again, and could feel his tongue enter my mouth. His breath was ragged, and the warm feeling in my stomach spread to the rest of my body.

I removed my hands from his hair, only to place them against his chest. I pushed a little, and he broke the kiss to search my face. But that wasn't what I wanted. I lunged my head forward and captured his lips again. I continued to push his chest away from me, and as he got up I followed, never breaking the kiss. I pushed him back into a sitting position and settled my self on his lap. I placed a knee on each side of his lap, and I could feel him almost melt down in the couch under me.

His arm wound up to my back and then started to move up and down my sides frantically. I was almost panting, and so was he. My hands started to roam up and down his upper body, and he did the same with me. He let his hands wander down my hips and down my thighs, and I almost gasped when I felt his hands against my bare skin.

I realized I was straddling him wearing only a pair of panties, and that it might could be a little misleading, but I couldn't find it in me too care. His hands felt rough against my thigh. Still not enough. I kissed him more forcefully, and he answered by moving his hands up to my waist, bringing me closer.

I almost felt dizzy, but didn't care. I flickered my tongue against his bottom lip. His hands started to roam again, up and down my sides. I almost gasped out loud when I could feel his thumb grace the bottom of my bra. He had never done that before. Did he do that on purpose? Was he thinking about...more? The surprise was closely followed by anticipation, and the tingling feeling in my stomach nearly exploded. Purely on reflex I leaned forward, deepening the kiss and pressing me closer to him. In the movement, I had without meaning to do so adjusted so that his hands were halfway placed over my breasts.

He froze for a second, as if he was about to pull back. My head screamed in protest, and I continued to kiss him just as wildly as before. After a few seconds he came to life as well, his lips turning desperate against mine. Hesitantly, he inched his hands upwards. I could hear his heartrate accelerate. I gave a resigned sigh before I leaned down even further, urging him on. His hands wrapped fully around my breasts, and his breath caught, but again I couldn't care. I kissed him greedily, my tongue battling his.

He grew more confident then, and his hands pressed against me a little bit, testing. I surprised myself by thinking that I wanted this. Him. I tightened my knees around him, and I could feel his teeth grace my lips. His hands against my breasts became even more confident, and started to explore on their own. I almost shivered by the mere feeling of him touching me. Still, this was not enough. I wanted more, needed more. He made a sound into my mouth, and I pressed myself against him as close as possible.

The phone rang. A loud shrilling, annoying noise. We ignored it. I though he was going to get up and answer it though, but he just reached up, placing his hands on my back and tipped me over back on the sofa. He pressed me down against the cushions, again pining me under his body. His lips crashed back against mine.

I was laying on my hair and it was tugging but I barely noticed it. My pulse was thundering in my ears, almost as loud as Jacobs breathing. My lips couldn't get enough of his. He kissed me feverishly, and one of his hands fumbled their way back on top of the t-shirt to caress my breast again, his big hand wrapping around it easily. Gently, testing, fumbling, pressing, fondling. I marveled in the sensation of it, the feeling of it. This was completely new to me, to us. My mind drifted off to wondering where this would lead us, what could happen next.

The phone rang again. Annoying thing. It could be important though. Jacob made no move to answer it, he didn't even make a sign that he'd heard it. I made a little sound and tried to remove my lips from his. He didn't let me.

"Ignore it" he mumbled.

He slid a hand down to wrap over my hip, and then traced his hand down my thigh down to my knee. I nearly did, but then it rang again, and I managed to pull away from his lips.

"It could be important"

"S'not"

He leaned forward and placed his lips on the side of my neck, leaving a blazing hot trail of kisses all the way back to my ear.

"Jacob"

He made a sound halfway between a grumble and a sigh, before he reluctantly pushed himself up from the sofa. He turned to look at me, and the corner of his lips turned up into a smile. He very obviously gave me a glanceover, and I peeked down as well. Oh. I forgot I didn't exactly wear pants.

My t-shirt had slid up (again) to reveal some of my panties . I was a mess, my hair sprawled around my head in messy waves. While he, he looked amazing of course. Okay, maybe his lips was a little more red than usual. And his hair was messy. But still. It's not fair.

He leaned down to kiss me softly, still passionate but toning it down several notches.

"Just stay right there, okay?"

He pulled back to send me a warm look, and I could see him considering just laying right back down with me.

"Jake, the phone" I reminded him, and he snapped out of it. He halfway jumped over the sofa on his way into the kitchen, and I could hear him mutter some things about phones and what he'd like to do with them.

I laid back on the sofa and let out a deep sigh. My pulse was still thumping unevenly. What had just happened? What could have just happened? I noticed I was smiling. Or grinning, rather.

Jacob had answered the phone. He didn't say much, but mostly listened. After a while he hung up. I expected him to come back into the living room, but he didn't. The whole house was very quiet. I sat up. He didn't make a sign or noise telling me he was on his way back. I got up from the couch completely, and carefully walked into the kitchen.

"Jake?"

He was standing with his back to me, his arms leaning on the counter in front of him. He'd put the phone back on the shelf. He didn't react and I got instantly worried.

"Jacob?" I walked over to him hesitantly

As I reached his side and could see his face, my worry was confirmed. His face was almost like a mask of stone, his whole face dragged with dismal and sadness.

"What happened?" I noticed my voice was quivering.

He looked at me, but didn't meet my gaze for more than a couple of seconds before it wandered of to nowhere in particular.

"Billy's at the hospital again"

His voice was quivering too. It must have been Charlie on the phone. I didn't know what to say, so I just wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight. Eventually his arms wrapped around me as well.

"I have to get going" he said, his voice coming out in a barely audible whisper.. I just nodded. Even if he couldn't see it, I knew he felt it against his neck.

"I'll drive" I said, and he didn't object. Funny how easily you could drop from flying high to end up crawl on the ground. At least that what what this felt like.

"What did Charlie say?"

Jacob was sitting beside me in the passenger seat of the Rabbit. He hadn't said much since we left, and I hadn't asked him since we were in a hurry. I'd put on the clothes I wore yesterday while he'd been on the phone with Rachel. Rachel and Paul had planned to come to La Push today, but now it seemed they would be going down to the hospital instead. I had no idea how serious the situation was – Jacob hadn't said much. I glanced over to him. He was sitting quietly beside me, his hands resting in his lap.

"It was the same that happened last week" His voice was bitter "He'd gotten ill while they were out fishing, and Charlie had called the hospital just in case. And then he'd gotten worse".

Jacob spoke in a low, even voice, but I could hear sadness, fear and even resentment in his tone. He spoke as if he was expecting this to happen all along. I glanced over to him again. He was staring blankly down at his palms.

"It doesn't have to mean anything" I said carefully. I knew what his fears was. "He'll probably recover just fine"

Jacob didn't answer, but moved his head up to stare out the window. I could somehow hear skepticism in that silence, but I didn't push it. We would find out soon enough.

We finally reached the hospital and walked it. I wished Carlisle was still working here. That would have made it a little bit easier. I grabbed Jacobs hand as they told us the directions to Billy's room.

We found Billy happy and easy-going as ever, laying in a white hospital-bed with Charlie by his side. Billy seemed glad to see Jacob, and he kept his easy-going, playful tone. When we asked him how he was he just waved it off;

"I'm fine, I'm fine. It was just a little wake-up call. Everybody's overreacting as usual."

As he said the last part I noticed Charlie clenching his teeth. Not out of anger, but as if to keep himself from protesting. Jacob noticed it to. He was looking down at his father with worried eyes, his lips pressed tight together.

"They insist to keep me here over night, so I wont be able to get home before tomorrow." Billy said. "Just in case, they said. Completely unnecessary, but what can I do?" He shrugged, smiling.

We stayed the next hour, talking about Billy and what had happened, and then quite a few not-so-important things. I couldn't help but noticing that Charlie was eyeing me and Jacob an awful lot, but I couldn't get myself to think about that now.

I would have to find out his problem later.

A.N: So, what do you think? Please consider leaving a review. I desperately need an inspiation-boost right now.

By the way, I've written the next chapter. It has a new twist and I have to say it was very fun to write.

Surprise surprise... I'll try to put it up next week-end;)