Just to clarify, and I'm sorry I didn't put this in the last chapter : Angela is not dead. Since Billy doesn't know what Angela sounds like, Edward just had any girl he picked off the street say her name was Angela, to get Bella on the phone. To clear this up : ANGELA IS NOT DEAD. Thank you for your time!

For the purpose of this chapter, Bella already knows what imprinting is because she knows Quil imprinted on Claire. To clarify any problems you may all have. Haha, sorry for that note.

Chapter 27 – Time

Jake's POV

I laid Bella down in my bed, for what must have been the third time today. She was still struggling, still trying to get back up. She tried to get up but I grabbed her around the waist and rolled her under me. I hovered over her and kissed her, deeply. She began to still, kissing me back. Her arms came up around my neck, and as easy as that, she seemed to forget about the leech. I finally pulled away, opening my eyes to look down at her.

"Bella, nothing he said is true… It will never happen, I won't let it," I said, willing her to see the truth in my eyes and not in his voice. She seemed to be searching for it. I brought my hand up and ran it over the side of her cheek before brushing her hair back. She finally nodded, letting out a deep breath. I couldn't help but smile at her.

"I won't let anything come between us, understand? We're inseparable now," I said, interlocking our hands. I leaned down and kissed her again, her mouth working wonders on me. Her shy yet able tongue darted out and drifted over my lower lip. I moaned out a little, squeezing her hands in mine.

"Jake, we heard what happ-" Sam said, barging in and throwing the door open. I rolled off Bella immediately and slipped to the floor, standing up straight.

"Jesus, Sam, you ever heard of knocking!" I yelled, as he backed out quickly and shut the door. I shook my head as I turned back to Bella, a fine red lighting her cheeks. I smiled and leaned down, kissing her once more. "I'll be right back. Stay, right, here," I said, kissing her at each word. She smiled and nipped at my lip as I pulled away.

"And save that for later," I said, going to my door. I shut it behind me and made my way to the living room, adjusting myself in my pants. That girl was not good for my style.

"Sorry, Jake, I didn't mean to-" Sam started, acting like he wasn't the alpha of the pack. I waved him off, interrupting him.

"We need to get into contact with the Cullens. I won't have him calling here anymore, threatening Bella," I said, standing before them. Sam nodded, Emily at his side. She handed a piece of paper to him and he in turn gave it to me. I reached out and took it, noticing a number.

"Emily got it of the internet. It should be Carlisle's cell phone. For some reason, he has it posted for emergency calls from the hospital," Sam said, looking into his hands. I could tell he was still working off the embarrassment of having walked in at an intimate moment. I looked at the paper then back at him again.

"I need you to do it, alpha," I said. His head jerked up to look at me, and I reached my hand out to hand back the slip. "If I talk to them, I'll lose it… You didn't hear her voice when she screamed, Sam…" I said, balling my hands into fists at my sides. He nodded, taking the piece from me.

"What do you want me to tell them?" he asked. I sighed, running my hands through my hair and turning away from them. I couldn't handle making all the decisions. I understand why Sam was yielding to my every thought, but I wish he wouldn't. I wanted to just be told what to do. I felt the weight of Bella's life on my shoulders.

"I guess just tell them we need to meet. If they ask why, tell them it's about Edward. I'm sure they've noticed their 'son' has gone missing," I said. Billy carted over the phone in his lap. Sam thanked him and then picked up the receiver, dialing the number. I used my senses to make out the voice and words on the other line.

"Doctor Carlisle Cullen speaking," he answered. Sam cleared his throat and crumbled the paper in his hand. I watched it ball into a fist. So our mighty alpha wasn't immune to the threat of a vampire so near either. I'd always seen him keep his cool around us. It seemed it was slipping.

"Doctor Cullen, this is Sam Uley. I think your family and our pack need to have a meeting. I presume you know why," Sam said. I'm glad I had him make the call. For one, he sounded way more professional than what I was thinking of saying. 'Carlisle. Wolves, vampires, meeting, tomorrow, (click).' Yeah, Sam was much better at this. Second, I was too busy balling my fist to form words.

There was a pause, as if Carlisle was stepping away from something. Probably his leech family. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep calm.

"Is this about Edward?" he asked, his voice dropping lower, so I could barely hear. Sam raised his head to confirm what I heard. He nodded and then responded.

"Yes. I was hoping we could meet immediately," Sam said. There was a shuffle on the other side of the line.

"I know this is important, and I need you to see that I understand this. But I need time to prepare my family to meet with you. And I have work tomorrow," he said. I gave a short nod to Sam. That would give us time to prepare also. I wasn't about to wake every werewolf tonight to go on a stroll to the vampires.

"That sounds fine. How about just before midnight? At the treaty line, in the North-Eastern part of the forest. I'm sure we'll be able to sniff each other out," he said, partially smiling at me. I couldn't help the wolfish grin that took over my face. Going face to face with vampires in the forest? And if Eddie boy was there…

There was a muffling of the phone and I caught jumbled words. Carlisle was probably checking with the family. Then he was back.

"Just before midnight at the treaty line. Agreed," he said.

"Great, we'll see you then," Sam said, pulling the phone away to hang up.

"Wait, Sam!" we both heard the voice nearly yell. My chest clenched. This had almost been too easy. What did the leech want to argue about? Sam put the receiver back to his ear.

"Yes?"

"I just meant to ask… Bella, is she alright?" Carlisle's voice asked, sounding truly aggrieved. Something worked its way through my legs. It took me a moment to realize they were tremors. I stoned my body to them, trying to gain the control I needed. He dare to ask how she was? Sam was looking at me, keeping me in my spot.

"She's severely shaken. Your son hasn't been too much of a gentleman," he said. I wanted to lunge at the phone, to rip it from Sam and yell into the phone 'If you cared for her so much, where were you when he was keeping her hostage? When he attacked her?' Emily got to her feet and came over to me, her hand on my shoulder. Sam looked anxious. Did I appear that close to changing?

It didn't matter. The touch of Emily's hand on my skin calmed me. Just knowing that something, anything, anyone was there to keep me stable helped. The silence on the other end of the phone seemed to drag on and on. Finally, Carlisle spoke.

"Please, give Bella our best wishes… Assure her that we had nothing to do with Edward's actions, whatever they may be," he said. I gritted my teeth. As if he didn't know. Sam seemed to read my mind.

"How can we assure her when even we don't know who's on his side right now?" Sam asked. His eyes were like stones, staring straight into mine, glancing at Emily once in a moment. "Good evening, Doctor Cullen."

The call ended then. I felt tension release and then spread back through my body again. I ran my hand through my hair, Emily's hand still on my shoulder.

"Jacob, are you ok?" Sam asked, obviously cautious of Emily's nearness. I nodded a little, turning and resting my forehead on the wall. All the while, my dad had been so silent. I had almost forgotten he was there. I heard his chair creak now as he came closer to me.

I opened my eyes to stare into the cool wall at my forehead.

"So, it's settled then. We'll see them tomorrow night," I said, pushing away from the wall. Sam was right in front of me as I turned to face them.

"Jake, we need to take into account that the Cullens could have absolutely no idea what Edward's plans were," Sam said. I nodded. I had already thought of this. A lot.

"I know. I guess it's just hard for me to realize that maybe some of those leeches could be the harmless blood suckers they say they are," I said. I took in a deep breath and let it out, trying to send the tension away. I didn't want to go back to Bella like this.

"We'll talk more in the morning. If you need anything, I'll probably be awake. Phone calls to vampires make a bad bed time lullaby," Sam said, smiling a little. I couldn't help but laugh.

"I'll let you know if we need anything," I said, seeing them to the door. I closed it behind them and then leaned against it. My dad hadn't moved. He was staring at me now, as I brought my hand into my hair again. Silence ruffled between us. It was a comfortable silence.

"We're all behind you, son. No one here is going to abandon Bella… Not one of us," he said, nodding. I reached my hand out to touch the wall, then let it slide down. I nodded also, trying to think of what we were all getting into. I finally snapped out of it and offered my dad an apologetic smile.

"Get some rest, dad. I'll see you tomorrow morning," I said, pushing away from the door and heading to the hallway. He chuckled as he turned to his own room.

"Behave yourself," he said. I rolled my eyes. There was no doubt I would. I walked down the hallway and went into my room, shutting the door behind me.

"Hey," she said, sitting up in the bed. I walked over to her and then sat beside her on the bed, bringing her into my arms. She let out a little breath and rested my head on top of hers, shutting my eyes.

"We're meeting with the Cullens tomorrow… If it's ok with you, I'd prefer you not go," I said, keeping my voice at a whisper. It seemed illegal to talk any louder than that. I felt her nodding below me.

"Figure out what they actually know… I'd feel safer knowing that none of them actually knew what he was planning," she said, avoiding the leeche's name. I didn't blame her. I kissed her forehead and she pulled away, looking up at me. I stared at her a minute, using my hand that wasn't around her waist to brush her hair back out of her eyes.

"You are so ridiculously beautiful…" I said, feeling her suck every emotion I owned out of me. I would give her everything I had. All the love, all the respect, all the hope and faith I had. She leaned up and overtook me with a kiss. After taking my emotions, she still wanted all my breath. I leaned back into the bed, pulling her on top of me. I made sure one of her legs was on either side of me.

As her tongue picked up where it had left off exploring my mouth, I ran my hands from the lowest part of her leg I could reach, to her thighs, to her sides, to her back, to her shoulders. I slid my hands back down to her pants and this time wiggled my way up under her shirt, pulling her chest down onto mine completely.

She pulled back as if she were going to break this kiss and then bit my lower lip, pulling it away from me. I groaned out a little and thrusted my hips up gently. Apparently, it awoke some small minx deep inside her. She began to rub her core against me. As she let go of my lip, I let out a deep breath, feeling her grinding up against my erection.

"Bella… What are you doing," I said, not really a question but a rhetorical comment.

"Please, Jake… Just let go," she whispered. Before I could say anything else, her lips were on mine again. Her hips had developed a rhythm now. I found myself trying to match it. I grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up. I slowed as I got it up to her upper chest. She sat up a little and gingerly lifted her arms above her head. I removed it and then dropped it to the side of the bed.

I looked up at her for a bare moment before I sat up and wrapped my arms around her tiny, frail form. I moved my lips to her neck and latched on, sucking on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. She let out a small moan, like a lazy cat's purr. I slid my hand up her back and brought her down with me as I laid back straight on the bed. Her hips continued their rhythm, slower this time. More sensual.

I had to break away from her, gasping for a breath. I pressed the back of my head into the bed, my eyes pressed shut tightly. She took the opportunity to move to my neck now. I felt her small mouth fasten to my neck and start pulling. God, Bella Swan was giving me a hickie… How the tables turned. I slid my hand over her back and then dug my nails in as she added little bites to her hickie. I had no idea this side of Bella existed. This sex crazed, sensual, ridiculously hot side.

She finally released my skin and then began a small trail down my chest. Her hand moved faster than her mouth. Her hand was sliding down to my pants. Her fingertips drifted around the rim of them before her hand dove in. She grabbed me more gently than I thought. Her touch was feather light. I groaned, turning my head into the pillow.

"Bella, stop-" I whispered, but she tightened her grip then. Any control I had suddenly flew the coop. She brought her hand up on my dick, and then pressed it back down. I saw stars behind my eye lids. I pressed my hips up as she continued her trail of kisses down my stomach. Just like any girl, I sucked my stomach in a little, trying to appear as sexy as possible for her.

She was still pumping me as her other hand brought the edge of my pants down, my hips already lifting for her.

"Jesus Christ, I can't believe you're doing this," I said, refusing to open my eyes. I didn't know if I could. If I saw her looking up at me, there, where no one else had ever been… Would I completely lose control? Would I not be able to contain myself to keep her from doing something she'd regret-

Her mouth slipped over the head of my penis and I groaned, loudly. I pulled the pillow away and slammed it over my face, biting into it. This wasn't like at her place, when she could be as loud as she wanted. My dad was on the other side of our house, and let me tell you, our rooms weren't far enough away for my liking.

Her mouth slid down lower, lower. I felt the back of her throat and I bit a different spot of the pillow, moaning into it. She didn't even have to do much to make me think she was amazing. She wasn't experienced whatsoever, she didn't know what she was doing, so she was taking it slow. And it was more than torture. Enjoyable torture.

She brought her mouth up along my length. I felt her tongue drawing up along my shaft, tracing a vein with the tip.

"Holy shit," I muttered, pulling the pillow over my face harder. I heard her voice then, weak, unsure.

"Does it feel ok?" she asked. I pulled the pillow away immediately and opened my eyes to look at her. I ran my hand down and inserted it into her hair, my thumb moving to stroke her cheek.

"You're amazing. You're doing amazing," I said, trying to tell her with every bit of my body that I loved it. I loved it more than she could imagine. She smiled a little. I could make out a blush on her cheeks. It was endearing.

Then her mouth was on me again, sliding down. I grabbed the pillow and threw it over my face again, my back arching as she went lower than before. She swirled her tongue around a little and I whined into the feathery pillow. She was going to kill me. She pulled up and away. She repeated. As she came up, I pulled the pillow away and grabbed her hand, pulling her up. If she kept going, there was no going back. I wouldn't be able to stop.

I was panting as she came up, straddling me again. She began working on her pants and I helped her. She was dressed in only the cotton panties and bra Emily had given her to borrow. I brought her down to straddle me again, kicking my pants off the rest of the way. I swallowed as she leaned down to kiss me, her hips beginning to work their now familiar rhythm. I gripped her hair, pulling her down more so I could get deeper into her mouth. My free hand explored its way down her body. I slipped my hand into her underwear and squeezed her rear a little, making her press even harder into my erection.

She pulled her mouth away then and looked down at me. I opened my eyes, knowing I probably looked incredibly drunk and hazy eyed.

"Jake, make love to me…" she whispered. The comment, those four words, sobered me up more than a police siren. I sat up a little, looking at her while leaning back on my elbow. So, here was the truth of it.

I wouldn't have sex with Bella. Not without telling her that I had imprinted on her. I had made that decision earlier on, when it had become a possibility. I looked at her, deeply. But if I told her now, would she run from me? My heart beat sped up. I swallowed, averting my eyes a little.

"You don't… want to?" she asked. The amount of refusal in her voice, it nearly broke me. I looked back up at her and slid my hand to her cheek, making her look into my eyes.

"Baby, that's the last thing on my mind… I want to, so badly," I said, stroking my thumb over her cheek. It was a nervous stroke. I bit on my cheek, trying to grow the balls to tell her. My thoughts fluttered back to Sam, and his persistent insistence that I tell her. I knew this was the time. I was going to tell her now, but what would happen? I was so afraid.

"What is it, then?" she asked, sliding off to my side and sitting next to me. I sat up a little more and ran my hand through my hair, breathing out.

"You remember the night you left, after we walked on the beach?" I asked, looking deep into her eyes now. She nodded. I couldn't believe I was doing this. This wasn't happening. It was a dream. A nightmare.

"When we were laying there, when you told me that you wanted to be with me…" I paused, feeling my heart take its last beat. "I imprinted on you," I finished, my voice barely audible to her. Obviously, she heard me. Her eyes widened a little. Surprisingly, my heart kept beating. But for how long?

Bella looked at me, blinking for a moment. Then she looked away, into the emptiness of my room. I sat up a little straighter, realizing I was indeed naked, and felt strange now. I reached down and grabbed her hand. I entwined our fingers.

"Bella, please… Say something," I said, knowing my heart was ready to fall apart from how hard it was pounding.

"I just…" her eyes lifted to look at me, "I love you, Jake… But imprinting… It's such a big thing… I need some time," she whispered. I let out the biggest breath I'd ever held. I gave a small nod. She squeezed my hand.

"Please… You've waited for me for so long… Just a few more days," she whispered, and I felt my heart cave in on itself. I nodded, a little firmer this time, and then slipped my hand out of hers. I got to my feet and grabbed my pants, at the end of the bed. I slipped them on, even though I knew I'd be taking them right back off again. I went to her and kissed her forehead. She still leaned into me, still wanted me to be with her, near her. But she needed time. I would give it to her. Even if it killed me.

I pulled away and went to my window, sliding it open and refusing to look back as I jumped out.

A/N : UH OH! You guys didn't think the full Jake and Bella scene would come THAT easy, did you? I had to make sure some of you guys got your happiness fix though. Trust me, there will be plenty of close calls between Jake and Bells. Just stay tuned!

You guys curious what Ice-Ward is up to, as so cleverly put by my fanfiction reviewer MyTwiDreams? It's coming in the next chappppterrr…. Review!