It's been a while and I am sorry. For all my American readers, I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I know I did. So I am going to apologize in advance because the next two weeks are going to be very busy for me. Therefore, I cannot gurantee I update often. I hope you like the story and please bear with me.
Nessie
I wake to a very uncommon amount of silence. I rarely find myself in an empty house, but this morning I must be since I can't hear anything. My mind begins to replay last night and an overwhelming sense of embarrassment comes over me. I can't believe what I did to Jacob. It all seems so silly to me now.
I stand and stretch my sore body. Dancing really does beat you up if you do it for too long. With a morning groan I walk up the stairs to see if maybe everyone is just being really quiet. On the refrigerator I find a note in my mom's handwriting. It says: Renesmee, your dad and I went Christmas shopping. Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, and Jasper are out shopping as well. Carlisle and Esme are spending a quiet morning together at a beach about a hundred miles away. If you need anything, call.
I sigh loudly and throw the note in the trash bin. Looks like I am on my own for breakfast today. I could call Jake and see if he wants to hunt, but I am not really ready to see him yet. I have some apologizing to do. I can't believe I tried to seduce him like that.
I decide to drink some human blood from Carlisle's stash for breakfast. If Dad gets upset I will just hunt tonight to balance the diet. I saunter into the garage where the blood is stored in one of the oversized fridge things that we have. I open it up and am immediately hit by the sweet aroma.
Grandpa keeps the bags at body temperature so they taste even more alluring. I grab two bags out and close the door before I can give in and grab another. Once back in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass. Just like always, the blood causes a burst of added strength to rock through me. I think that's why I love blood so much; not because the taste (which is unbelievable), but rather because I feel strong and healthy when I drink blood.
I am surprised when the sound of footsteps breaks my thoughts. I know who it is just by the beating heart. Before I can at least compose myself, the front door opens and closes. Jake steps into the kitchen after a few seconds.
"Morning, Ness," he says as he kisses the top of my head. He takes a seat at the table next to me. "That stuff reeks."
"I gotta eat something," I mumble as a reply. As happy as I am to see my Jacob first thing in the morning, I can't make myself too excited. I need to find a way to apologize.
I struggle to think of a way to start. Jake, always being one step ahead of me, beats me to it. "So did you have fun last night?"
"I did," I admit. "But…I should apologize."
"For what?" Jake gives me a curious look that tells me that he sees nothing wrong with the way I behaved. Once again I am reminded of how wonderful he is.
"For um what happened in Conner's bedroom."
Jake seems to remember, but I can't read his expression. His eyes are lost inside the memory. "Are you seriously apologizing for that?" he finally asks with a crooked grin. I nod my head and take another sip of my breakfast. "Well there's no need to apologize for that. That's almost as ridiculous as the time Bella apologized for bleeding."
"Mom apologized for bleeding?" I ask before remembering that I cannot get distracted. "But I am sorry nevertheless."
"Don't be sorry, Nessie," Jake sighs. "I enjoyed it."
"What?"
"I had fun. You were," Jake pauses as he searches for the right word. "Sexy as hell."
"What?" I repeat wondering if I heard him right.
"The whole night was unbelievable. I mean I don't want to sound like a perve or anything, but Nessie you are such a turn-on."
I am at a loss for words. These words are so new to me. I can't help but gloat in pride at the way Jake says each word. I want him. I really do. And it's nice to know that he wants me too. "But I almost forced you to do more than you wanted?" This time I am barely convinced of my own question.
"I was in control of the situation the whole time. Although, you did lose the bet," he remarks smiling.
"It doesn't count. I was drunk."
"It counts," he states.
"No."
"Yes."
"No!" I am raising my voice, but I'm smiling too.
"We never said when we made the bet that alcohol induced scenarios don't count. Therefore, you lost fair and square."
He's right and I know it. With a grunt I chug the last of my breakfast and stand from the table angrily. Jacob chuckles before standing and wrapping his arms around my waist. I am once again in the dancing position, but don't move. His warmth is enough to dissipate all anger. "You know, Nessie. We should dance more often," he whispers in my ear.
"Yeah?"
"Definitely," he murmurs as he slides his hands over my stomach. I am surprised when his thumbs slide under my shorts just the tiniest bit. They play with my panty-line as he kisses my neck. "And I'm glad the bets off," he says into my neck. "'Because now I can do this."
"I like this," I admit. Jake sighs into my neck. His trail of kisses moves up until he is kissing my ear. He slides his hot tongue over my ear and a giggle escapes my throat. It tickles immensely. His laugh sounds so much louder this close to my ear. I am surprised when he kisses back down. His lips and tongue are so hot.
I small yelp erupts my mouth when I feel his teeth clamp around my skin. Immediately he begins to suck lightly where he bit. It feels so good. I wonder what it would be like to do this to him. Could I even bite him without drawing blood? I used to drink his blood as a kid. I loved it.
Jake finally stops and retreats a few steps away. "Carlisle and Esme are coming," he says when I give him a small put. "Oh and take your hair down."
I do as he says and allow my curls to cover my neck. Grandpa and Grandma come bursting through the house with big smiles. They must have had fun this morning. I try not to think about what they were probably doing. "Morning Nessie. Jake," Grandpa says enthusiastically.
"Would you like me to cook some breakfast for you Jacob?" Grandma asks already making her way to the stove.
"I already ate," Jake replies.
"Alright," Grandma smiles.
"Oh, Jacob. You're off the hook for last night," Grandpa says from the hallway. He comes back in the room before Jake can ask what he means.
"I ran some tests on Nessie's blood. She was barely even drunk."
This comes as a shock to me. I could have sworn I was feeling tipsy and whatnot last night. "But I felt drunk," I say matter-of-factly.
"That's because sometimes when people get together and drink, they build off one another. What happened to you was that you saw how others were and imitated it. Essentially you convinced yourself that you were more drunk than you really were," Grandpa replies.
I can't help but blush at the fact that I tried to seduce Jake and I wasn't even drunk. How completely irresponsible of me. "I told Edward she didn't have much to drink," Jake says with a smug smile.
"I know," Grandpa replies.
"He feels bad," Grandma adds.
"I'm sure Dad will apologize," I say just to have some part in the conversation.
"He sure as hell will," Jake retorts. Grandpa and Grandma chuckle before wondering off to other places in the house. "I got to go Ness," he says once they are gone. "I need to talk to Seth and Leah about the holidays. They're coming down."
"Really?" I exclaim. I can't contain how excited I am to hear that Jake's little pack will be here for my favorite holiday. I miss them a lot.
"Yeah. They want to see you."
"What about Mom and Dad. Doesn't Leah not really like us?"
"Leah is Leah. But that doesn't mean she doesn't want to see me. And as much as you might not believe it, she wants to see you too."
"That's great," I reply because I can't really think of a better response.
"It is," Jake says before kissing me chastely on the lips. "I love you."
"I love you too," I sigh. "What do you want for Christmas?" I ask before I forget again.
"You're all I ever wanted," he responds. "Give me a few kisses under the mistletoe and maybe a dance or two."
"I can do that."
"Good. I'll see you later."
"Bye," I shout as he jogs out the house. I can see his body shivering as he runs toward the forest. I love my boyfriend so much.