Edward had called Alice to have her call Bella and ask her to come over to Cullen-House at noon, and that Edward and Jacob had something to tell her.
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Edward smiled at Jacob, slipping his arms around his waist and pressing a kiss to his neck, then looking down at the frying-eggs in the skillet that Jacob was flipping with a black-spatula.
"Do those taste good?"
"Yes. I've always liked eggs."
"I wish I could taste them. Eating is one of the things that I miss from when I was human."
"What does food taste like to you?" he asked curiously.
"Think cardboard," Edward answered simply.
Jacob blinked, wrinkling his nose cutely in response to that thought.
"Eww. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I do miss it, but if I weren't a vampire I'd be dead. I've always despised what I am, ever since Carlisle changed me, but if I had had a choice, I hope that I would have done it. Just to be with you. It was worth it, just to be with you."
Jacob blushed, turning off the burner under the finished-eggs and moving to kiss Edward on the lips briefly, smiling as he pulled back reluctantly, leaning their foreheads together.
"Edward… God, I love you…"
Edward grinned, his golden eyes softened by emotion as he touched their lips together again gently.
"I love you to, Jake. More then you can possibly imagine."
Jacob sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as he melted into his arms, smiling as Edward pressed his cool-lips against his forehead.
"You should eat while your food is still warm, baby."
Jacob opened his eyes, pulling back from him unwillingly, grabbing a pot-holder, a bottle of ketchup, and the medium-sized skillet full of eggs, setting the pot-holder beneath the skillet before setting it down so that it wouldn't burn their nice wood-table, accepting a fork and a glass of ice-cold milk from Edward with a grin as his boyfriend sat down across from him.
"Thank you," he said, dumping a bunch of ketchup into the skillet, stirring it in with his fork thoroughly before taking a bite.
"So," he asked curiously after he had swallowed.
"When was the last time that you ate something without spewing it back up?"
Edward smiled, amusement in his golden eyes.
"I think I get what you're asking. It was nineteen-eighteen."
Jacob blinked, his brown eyes widening as he lifted his glass to his lips to take a sip of milk.
"Wow. That's a long time."
"Yes, it is."
"Edward?…"
"Yes, Jacob?"
"How old are you?"
"I was born in 1901 in Chicago."
"Holy- Um… Wow."
"Yes."
"Why did Carlisle turn you?"
"Many reasons. He was lonely, as that was before Esme. Before any of the others had joined him. My parents had already died of the Spanish-Influenza, and I was well on my way to doing so as well. What was one more missing person? My mother woke before her death. She begged him to save me. As though she knew what he was and what he could do."
"Why would a parent choose that for their child?" Jacob asked in surprise.
"I can't know what she was thinking, Jake. I also think that pity played a part in his choice. I was… I was only seventeen. I had barely done anything yet. I was dying without even having the chance to truly live. To love."
Jacob sucked in a breath, biting his bottom-lip.
Edward tried to read his mind, but his thoughts were so chaotic and jumbled that he couldn't make any sense of them until they settled.
The intense-pain that he felt from his mind once they did confused and distressed him.
Jacob shuddered, his eyes shining with moisture as he reached for Edward's hands with his, trembling as he pressed kisses all over them tenderly.
"Oh, god, Edward, if you had died…"
"You would probably have been a lot better off without me."
"Don't say that!" Jacob yelled, nearly screeching in his panic.
"Don't even think it! I don't ever even want to imagine my life without you. I can't!"
"Oh, Jake…" Edward sighed, standing and moving around the table to pull him into his arms, one pale hand moving to stroke his hand gently.
"Shh," he whispered soothingly.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay."
"No, it's not," Jacob growled threateningly.
But the effect was ruined when his voice broke as he continued.
"I l-love you, Edward… Please… Promise me that you'll never talk or think like that ever again. I need you, Edward. With everything that I am, and will ever be, I need you."
"Oh Jacob…" he sighed again, pulling him closer again.
"Oh god, baby, come here…"
Jake obliged him, gasping in surprise when Edward grabbed him by the hips, then he moaned, tilting his head back as his vampire ground his lower-body against his in an extremely-suggestive manner.
"Uhhh, fuck… Edward!"
"Dance with me, Jacob."
"What?" he asked, struggling to speak through the haze of lust fogging his mind.
"Dance with me," Edward repeated, tugging him by the hand to their large living-room.
He spun him around gently, pulling him back till his back was plastered against Edward's chest, and his butt nestled snugly against his groin.
Then he grabbed a small black-remote off the nearby table, switching on some low-music with a loud-base, tossing it back onto the table.
"What are we doing, Edward?" Jacob asked, gasping when he grabbed his hips again with his pale-hands, grinding his erection against his fully-clothed ass.
"Dancing. Well, to be more accurate, dirt-dancing. Just like sex, only with clothes."
"Oh. Why?"
Edward smiled, pulling him closer to whisper in his ear.
"Who needs a reason to dance? Come on, Jacob. Just relax, baby. Dance with me. Please?"
"But I want sex," Jacob whined, his lips forming an adorable-pout, mischievous-amusement in his brown eyes as he played with his Imprint.
"So do I, Jake, but dancing often leads to sex. Besides, it'll be fun."
"Okay," Jacob pretended to relent.
He relaxed back against Edward, lifting his arms above his head, closing his eyes and surrendering himself to the music.
/
Edward was pleasantly-surprised when Jacob started to move with him, turning in a circle to face him, catching a glimpse of his shifter's flushed-face and closed-eyes as he spun away again, his movements so sensual that they took his breath away.
You know, if he had had any need to breathe.
Jacob was smiling, moving his hips with Edward's in rhythm to the music.
Edward released Jacob's hips reluctantly, moving his hands up to unbutton the top few buttons of his own shirt, smiling when Jake's eyes widened as he spun back to face him.
He lifted up his hands, chocolate-skin against vanilla as he unbuttoned the rest of Edward's shirt, still moving his hips against his as he pulled him into a heated-kiss, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and tugging it down his arms, hearing the cloth drift down to the floor, pulling him closer and moaning into the kiss as he now threaded his fingers through Edward's beautiful silken-hair.
"Mmm… Edward… I want you so bad… My vampire…"
Edward shivered, groaning at his words, grabbing the bottom of Jake's t-shirt abruptly, pulling it up and off as quickly as he could without hurting him, tossing it to the floor, his hands going back to Jacob's hips, both of them still grinding their lower-bodies against each other.
Jacob spun around, facing away from him again, still moving his hips with his, shivering as one of Edward's cool hands moved up to curl loosely around his right shoulder, the other resting against his hip, his pale fingers almost, but not quite, dipping beneath the edge of his dark-blue jean-shorts to touch the skin hidden beneath them.