Rosalie stepped out of her car, the soft fabric of her skirt whipping at her calves as the wind played with it. She sighed and slammed the door shut. She smoothed the skirt, took a deep breath. As she started towards the entrance to the restaurant she and Jacob agreed upon, she looked around. Where's the mutt?

Jake came up beside Rose and grasped her upper arm gently. "Roses for the most beautiful Rose," he said with a grin as he presented the blonde with a bouquet of yellow roses. Rosalie smiled and leaned in to smell the flowers. She grabbed the plastic around the stems.

"They're beautiful, Jake…" she sighed softly, "But I can't take them home."

"Oh, yeah." Jacob made a face, but then shrugged. "I didn't think about that. Keep them until it's time to leave. I'll figure something out."

The two stood and stared at each other for several minutes. Jacob finally grabbed Rose's wrist and tugged her towards the restaurant. Rosalie allowed him to pull her inside, but remained quiet. She wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't sure she wanted to lead him on for the night, only to stomp on his heart when they were finished with dinner. Jake opened his mouth when the hostess asked them if they had a preference on where they would be sitting, but his date beat him to it: "A booth, near the back. Preferably in a corner and away from windows."

The hostess furrowed her brow, but nodded politely, "I'll see what I can do for y'all. Give me just one moment."

"Geez, we're picky, aren't we?" Jake joked.

"Oh, hush. I like sitting in certain places. Get over it."

"Yeah, yeah." Jacob slipped his arm through Rosalie's, grinning like a fool. She sighed and squeezed his arm gently. Tonight should be very interesting, she thought as the same woman from before led them to a dimly lit, two-person booth in the back of the restaurant. She set the menus in front of them and smiled a forced smile.

"I'll give y'all a few minutes to decide on what you'd like and then I'll be back to take your orders."

Jake gave the woman an once-over as she walked away. Rose scoffed loudly in disgust. The werewolf cocked an eyebrow at her, "What?"

"You're here with me, mutt. The least you could do is keep your eyes in your head and your tongue in your mouth."

"Are you jealous?"

Jacob grinned, but the blonde dropped her menu on the table and scowled at him. "No, I am not jealous. But you could have some goddamned manners." Jake raised his eyebrows and smirked.

"You're jealous."

"What does she have that I should be jealous of?"

"My attention," Jacob said, the smirk still plastered on his face as though in challenge. Rose accepted.

The vampire slid out of the booth with a soft - though not any less infuriated - harrumph. Jake's expression sobered almost instantly. Rosalie knew how to play hard to get, though. If Jake wanted a fight, he was going to get a fight; a fight that he would most certainly lose.

"Jesus, Rosie, I was just joking!"

"No, Jacob. She has your attention? Go ahead and take her. My time is better spent elsewhere, obviously." Rosalie turned towards the exit, determined to maintain her stubbornness. She left the roses, forgotten, at the table. This might work, after all. He'll definitely believe I'm having a shitty time if I walk out of here. And out of there she went. The blonde held her head high as she stepped out into the cool night. Suddenly, she was overwhelmed by an ache clutching at her chest. She felt… bad. She shouldn't have done that to the poor boy. He was just trying to make her jealous; he hadn't meant any harm. She turned around just in time to see Jacob hurrying after her.

"Rose, please…"

Rosalie sighed, knowing she couldn't just let the mongrel spend the evening by himself after she had promised him one date. "What?" She spat, although it came out sounding much softer than she intended. It used to be so easy to be nasty, she thought, but not anymore. Why have I lost that?

"Let me fix this. We don't have to hang out in that ritzy place anyway. Let's go somewhere more fun."

"More fun?" Rosalie raised an eyebrow and Jake touched her arm gently.

"Yeah," he pulled her into his chest for a moment. "I know this nice, really chill place just a few blocks from here. We can leave our cars here and come back for them." Jacob slid his hand down the length of her arm and entwined his fingers with hers. Rosalie was hit by a wave of conflicting emotions, but she shook them off.

"What kind of place?"

"You'll see."

Rosalie made a face at this, but she walked with him, never letting go of his hand.

Several minutes later, they crossed a street and Jacob pulled Rosalie into a small building with stairs leading up to god-knows-where just beside the door. The room they walked into was smoke-filled. There were several couches, arranged into groups around the large room. Some new rock band's music poured from the surround-sound speakers in each corner. A man with a beard and a beanie walked up to them and smiled. "Can I see your IDs?"

The two complied and the man led them to a loveseat by itself; it was near the back (as per request by Jacob). They sat down, and the man said he would be right back. Rose looked down at the single sheet that was a menu and read it. There were drinks listed at the top, and some desserts at the bottom. In between there was different flavors… of hookah. "What in the world is hookah?"

Jake smiled, "It's actually called shisha. It's tobacco, only you smoke it from a hookah and it's flavored. The hookah is like a bong, I guess. The tobacco is warmed and passes through water to filter stuff out before you actually get the smoke."

"Hm…"

"I did my research."

"Is this safe?"

"Not really, but it's not like you're going to get cancer," Jacob chuckled.

"You could, though," Rosalie warned.

"I don't really care." Rosalie shrugged and shook her head. She leaned back against the arm Jake had stretched across the top of the loveseat. "What flavor do you want?"

Rose took a long look at the list and finally answered, "Sex on the beach."

"Want anything to drink?"

"Lemonade." She leaned into Jacob more, taking in his aroma. She couldn't figure out what it was about the earthy musk that seemed to emanate from him that had ever been repulsive. It was quite nearly soothing to her. His scent, coupled with the strong arm that he wrapped around her almost possessively, made her feel at ease. Jake ordered the hookah and Rosalie's drink, along with a dark soda for himself.

Rosalie closed her eyes while waiting for their drinks. She was amazed at how different the atmosphere was in this place. She let her eyes flutter open when she felt Jake's hand on her chin. He caught her mouth in a gentle kiss. She returned the kiss, but bit his bottom lip playfully before allowing him to pull away from her. The glimmer of lust she saw in his eyes before he looked away (to thank their server for the drinks and the hookah) told her that he was all hers.

Jake took the first hit off the hookah hose. He handed it to Rosalie, blew out a few smoke rings and grinned. "Suck on it, like a straw, if you're really that worried. Don't inhale it like smoke; guide it towards your esophagus. People smoke it for the taste, anyway."

Rose did as the mutt said. Her eyes widened slightly as the smooth vapor drifted over her tongue. "Wow…"

"Tastes good, right?"

"It tastes great!" Jacob laughed as Rosalie took a second hit from the hose before handing it back to him.

"So, since you've never done this before, you probably don't know what shot gunning is, huh?"

"Shot gunning?"

Jacob smirked, playing with the hose between his fingers. "I'll show you." Rosalie cocked an eyebrow, watching intently as the werewolf sucked in some of the shisha's vapor. He turned towards her and grabbed her gently, pulling him towards her. He pressed his lips to hers, moving them so she got the hint to part her own for him. Figuring it out, she sucked the smoke from his mouth into hers. Even after the taste was gone, they were kissing. Jacob sucked Rosalie's bottom lip gently. She grasped his hips in her hands, biting his upper lip. Jake grinned against her mouth and pulled away.

Arms still at her middle, Jacob looked at her face, searching it. He smiled as he did. Rosalie caught his eyes with hers, confused. "I do love you, you know. I really do."

Rosalie looked down and wriggled back a little. The young man frowned and furrowed his brow. "Jake…"

"What?"

"Please, you… you're still Imprinted with Ness… I'm still married."

"You're sitting here, on a date with me - making out with me - of your own free will, Rose."

Rosalie sighed, "I know… I…" The vampire moved to get up, but Jacob grabbed her arms.

"Fine, okay… Just don't leave, yet. I haven't even gotten to show you the bubbles!" Rosalie sat back down next to him, but she was too frustrated to look at him.

I shouldn't even be here. Emmitt would be so hurt… Why am I even doing this? Why do I feel this way? How can I love two people at once?

Jacob called the man with the beanie over and asked for the bubbles. Rosalie finally looked at the mutt (quite affectionately), and attempted a smile. "So… bubbles?"

"Yes, bubbles." Jake grinned as the man set a plastic bowl with a couple of small pieces of PVC pipe and bubble soap in it. "Now watch this." He took a hit off the hookah and grabbed a piece of the piping, blowing the smoke into it. The smoke filled a bubble, making it grow bigger and bigger until finally… it popped! Jake laughed and wiped his face. "If you're really talented, the bubble makes it off the pipe and falls. It looks really cool when it pops in the air, though."

"Here, let me try."

"So, did you have fun tonight?"

"Yeah," Rosalie answered without thinking. Her hand rested on the handle of her car, but she was reluctant to pull the door open. Jacob's eyes lit up. "I mean…"

"You liked it, right?"

"We… can't do this again, Jake."

"What? Why not?" Jacob furrowed his brow, pouting at her. She made the mistake of looking into his eyes. Her heart broke from just seeing the look of pain in them.

"I'm too attached to you."

"That's the perfect reason to continue… this!"

"Do you even know what this is?" Jacob was quiet for a moment. "This is me betraying my husband. This is you betraying Nessie. This is wrong."

"Then why does it feel so right?" It was Rosalie's turn to be silent. Jake grasped her forearms and pleaded with her, "You can't tell me you don't feel it." Rosalie looked down, and Jacob moved one hand to her chin. He tilted her head up and kissed her passionately. When they finally broke the kiss, he gazed into her eyes. "Rose."

"What?" she whispered.

"I love you, okay?"

"Okay."

"Rosalie, please…"

"What, Jake? What do you want me to say? That I love you, too? You know I love you. But I love Emmitt. And I'm married to him."

"Just… take some time. To think about things."

"I think you need to think about things, too. Edward and Bella will kill you if you hurt Nessie."

"Nessie wants me to be happy. She doesn't think we're meant to be… well, lovers… anyway."

"Whatever Jake." She sighed and pulled open the car door, climbing into the seat. Jake leaned down and kissed her forehead softly. "I'll see you later."

"That a promise?"

"I don't really have a choice, now do I, mutt?"

Jake grinned. "Just think about it."

"Yeah, okay. Thanks for tonight. It was pretty nice." Jacob just nodded and stepped back from the car as Rosalie pulled out of the parking lot.

"Em?" The house was dark when Rose stepped into it, but she was expecting that. They had a tendency of leaving the lights off at night, even when they were awake. The blonde jumped a little when she heard her husband on the stairs.

"Hey, Rosie," Emmitt grinned when he saw her. He pulled her into his arms. "You were out running those errands pretty late."

"Yeah, well, I decided to stop and find something small to fill me up."

"I thought you just went hunting a few days ago, babe."

"I did. You know how the urges get, though."

"Yeah…" Emmitt smiled and held his wife tightly to him. He buried his face in her neck. Rose closed her eyes, trying not to tense up as she prayed that he wouldn't smell…

Emmitt leaned away from Rosalie, confusion in his eyes. "Were you attacked or something?"

"No, why?"

"You smell…" Em leaned back in, inhaling deeply again, "You smell like a mutt."

"I-I don't know why."

"You're lying to me." Emmitt's hands fell from Rose's back as he frowned at her. "Why were you around a werewolf?"

"It was just Jake," Rosalie said softly.

"I thought you hated that kid."

"We were talking about… taking Ness hunting together. He wanted to make sure I wasn't going to be a bitch," she laughed nervously.

"He said that?"

"Not in so many words."

"You aren't a bitch, Rose."

"I know, Em. But I can act like one, and you know it." Emmitt sighed and pulled Rosalie back into his arms. He seemed to accept her excuse, but the blonde could tell that her husband was still suspicious.

"How about we get a shower and see if we can get that stink off you?"

Rosalie smirked, knowing that a shower wasn't the only thing Emmitt had in mind, "Sounds like a plan."