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15. TOP

When I finally crawled into bed after a horrendously long day with Alice, Jacob immediately opened his arms for me to lay with him. As my head touched down on his chest, he spoke. "So, how was your day?" I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Ugh… Don't even get me started…" I didn't want to relive the events of the day, but I had a strong feeling Jacob was going to press the issue.

His chest rumbled with his booming laughter. "Oh come on. It couldn't have been that bad."

I propped myself up on my elbow so I could look into his moon-lit eyes. "You spent the entire day with Edward and Seth, while I was going over everything with Alice for the wedding. Everything."

"Seth and Edward can be really tiring."

"Don't make me smack you." I laid my head back down.

Jacob laughed again. "You'll just end up breaking your hand, remember Seth?"

He didn't need to remind me. Of course I remembered when I punched Seth in the face for not telling where Jacob was meeting Leah. That was the beginning of the most difficult time of my life. How could I forget? "Yeah, yeah."

Jacob placed his hand on the side of my face and began to stroke my cheek with his thumb. Jacob was such a caring, sensitive person. How did I ever get so lucky?

"So, tomorrow's the big day." I couldn't help but smile. It was the day before my wedding to the best person I could ever ask for.

"Yeah… It is, isn't it?" Jacob paused for a minute. "I can't believe Alice isn't going to let me see you at all tomorrow until the ceremony."

I sat up again. "You know what I can't believe? That Alice thinks I'm the bride in this situation. I mean I shouldn't be allowed to see you, not the other way around."

Jacob laughed a hearty laugh. "Ok, two problems there. One, neither of us are going to be able to see the other anyway, so it really doesn't matter who's the bride. And two," He looked me in the eye, "out of the two of us, given who does what in our relationship," It was fairly obvious how sexually he intended that, "you're really going to argue the fact that you'd be the chick?"

"That… has nothing to do with this! I mean come on! You do everything I ask you to do and even things I don't ask you to do-oh my God, I am the woman…" I hung my head low in defeat.

Jacob burst out laughing.

"Hey! Shut up!" I pushed him as hard as I could manage. He just rolled over and continued laughing clutching his sides. "It's not that funny!"

"Ok, ok… I'll stop laughing." Jacob turned over onto his back again and opened his arms for me to lay with him.

"No. I'm not laying with you."

He placed his hands behind his head. "Fine. Pout then."

"I am not pouting!"

He turned his head to me and raised an eyebrow accusingly.

"Ok fine, maybe I am pouting." I crossed my arms over my chest. "It's just because I could so be the man in this relationship."

Jacob tilted his head to the side, his eyes thoughtful.

I was intrigued as to his thoughts. "What?"

"That… is a very interesting idea…" He moved one hand out from behind his head and began stroking his chin.

I was lost at this point. "What is?"

He blinked a few times before smiling at me. "Letting you be the man."

"What does that entail… exactly…?" I laid down next to him, on my side. The conversation had become much more interesting.

"What do you think it entails? You'd be the man. We'd try having sex the other way for a change."

My jaw dropped. "I'd be the one pitching? You want to catch?"

He laughed. "In such simple terms, yeah we could give it a shot. See if you can handle being the man for a change."

"I don't know… You're just so masculine. It'd be weird to 'dominate' you like that." I tried to imagine it, but I couldn't.

"Well, let's give it a try."

"When?"

Jacob pursed his lips. "During our mystery honeymoon." He opened his arms for me again.

"Alright, I guess we could give it a shot." I still couldn't wrap my brain around the idea. It seemed to unrealistic. I laid my head down on his chest and closed my eyes. There was a big day only a few hours away, and I needed to sleep.

Just as sleep was about to overtake me, Jacob had other plans. "Wait!"

I nearly jumped off of the bed. "What? What? What's wrong?"

"You never gave me an answer."

I nodded slowly. "Yes I did. I said we'd give it a shot, remember? It just happened."

"No, no, no. Not that. You never gave me an answer to who would top between me and Edward."

I sighed. "Really? You're still hung up on that?"

"Yes!" Jacob threw his head back. "I would totally be the top, right?"

"Why does it matter?" I never understood his obsession with this particular topic.

"Because it just does!"

"Well, I'm not going to tell you who I think." I crossed my arms over my chest.

Jacob's eyebrows furrowed. "Why not?"

I smirked. "Because it tortures you."

Jacob laughed. "Alright. Fine. Two can play at that game." He laid back down.

If this situation was the game, he totally had me. "What are you going to do?"

He smirked. "You'll just have to wait for our honeymoon."

-A/N-
I just wanted to let you guys know that there is a plot I have planned. I just need to get through the wedding first. :3