Nessie

Jacob comes by briefly after dinner. I've been missing him all day, but he had some pack stuff to deal with. He walks in the house and finds me icing my arm on the couch. "What happened?" he asks. I notice the twinge of anger in his deep voice.

"It's nothing really," I promise. "I fell kind of hard today."

"You really are your mom's daughter I guess." He's laughing at me and it makes me a little hurt.

"I didn't fall walking Jacob," I hiss. "I fell fighting Emmett."

Jacob's face falls and he stares as if I grew a tumor over my left eye. "Why were you fighting Emmett?"

"I'm learning to fight so I can defend myself."

Jake shrugs and smiles my favorite big grin. "Cool. Although, I will personally make sure you are never in danger."

"You can't guarantee that Jake. And I want to feel strong, you know?"

"I get it," he says happily. He sits down next to me and puts his arm around my shoulder. "I want my baby to be strong too." I am surprised when Jacob pulls my chin up so he can kiss me gently. I mean the whole family is home.

"So what do you want to do?" I ask enthusiastically.

"You've got homework."

"It can wait."

"It's Sunday evening Nessie. When else you gonna do it?"

"When you leave," I reply with a small flutter of my eyelashes.

"He's right," Mom says as she struts into the room with a vacuum. "Jake and I used to do homework together sometimes."

"But Jake doesn't have homework," I state the obvious.

"No Jake doesn't," Jake says. "But Jake can watch you do yours. I mean he's not smart enough to help, but he can admire the brilliance of his wonderful girlfriend."

A blush floods my cheeks. Mom just laughs once before turning on the vacuum. "Fine. You win," I sulk.

"Where's your backpack? I'll go get it." Sometimes I forget just how sweet he is. Suddenly an idea pops into my head.

"I'll show you." I tug on his hand and lead him downstairs into my room. Before he can change his mind and run upstairs, I turn on some loud music and bombard him with kisses.

Jake sits down on my bed, pulling me down with him. I'm not sure how it happens, but I end up lying across his bare chest kissing him ferociously. His hands trace circles on my back. I push all my weight against Jacob's hot skin. As I do so, one of his hands moves down and cups my backside.

I moan into his mouth and show him how much I like to be touched there by him. He groans and rolls me onto the bed. For a second I think he is going to proceed to roll on top like I've seen in movies, but he doesn't. "We need to stop," he mutters.

"Can they hear us?" I ask, thinking that is the only reason Jake would want to stop this here. Things were just getting good.

"No."

"Then why are we stopping?"

"Things were getting too…" Jake struggles to find a word. I want to fill the blank with words like extraordinary, sexy, fun, and perfect. Instead, he says, "Heavy."

"You don't want to do this?" I ask because it is the only logical explanation I can think of.

"It's not that. Nessie. I don't want to do it like this. I mean your parents could come in at any moment. And I honestly don't think you're ready for sex."

This catches me off guard. Up until now I hadn't even realized sex was in the question. I thought we were just kissing. Is sex really the next step? "Who said anything about sex?" I finally ask.

Jake's face actually causes me to laugh. He must think I'm a mutant for being so clueless. "Ok, you're really not ready for this if you don't realize that is where we were headed. Maybe you should talk with Bella."

"I know what sex is Jacob," I reply dryly. "I'm just wondering why you think we were going to have sex. I may not be very experienced, but I do know that you can make out with someone and not have sex."

Jacob once again gives that confused look. "I mean, I can handle that. Can you? Or are you just too much of a guy to do that?" I tease.

"Are you challenging me?" he teases back.

"I am."

"First one to cave and go further than making out loses," he insists.

"You're on," I accept.

"We better get back upstairs," he says to change the subject before I can nuzzle against him again. "You're parents are arguing about whether or not to come down."

I sigh, but stand up all the same. This relationship is going to be fun.