Chapter 8

Remember, I don't own Twilight, I just wish I did!

JPOV

She slid out the door, shutting in quietly behind her. And smiled up at me. She looked… Beautiful. She always did. With her hair down her back, to her waist, her beautiful brown eyes, I was so glad the blood suckers weren't around anymore. I wouldn't get this.

"So," she almost whispered. I could tell she was nervous. "Where are we going for dinner?"

In all those movies, where the guy just drapes his arm around a girl possessively, I could never stand that. You have to treat a girl with respect.

We were already close to each other, arms rubbing. It didn't take much too gently lift my arm up, and place my hand on her opposite shoulder, my heat warming her up.

I heard her gasp a little.

Truthfully, I was surprised that I could hear so well now. Before I… became what I am now, I wouldn't have heard that little thing.

I was glad I could.

"I got reservations at a nice restaurant, just outside of Port Angeles. We can go on our way home." I hoped she liked the idea. And I always knew that if we stayed out too late, we could find a hotel somewhere. Charlie had let bells sleep over before, I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

Besides, staying out a little too late was what I was hoping for.

Her breathing was a little faster that usual. Probably the nerves.

I was having the same problem.

We made our way to the truck. I went over to her side, opening the door for her, and helping her inside. I could barley stand not being near her in the few seconds it took to get to the drivers side, but I made it.

I climbed in; Bella already had her knees against the dash board, and played with a piece of her hair.

I reached over, tucking it behind her ear, and in the dim light, I saw her blush a bright red. Still in the previous position, I stroked my fingertips down her cheek once, feeling the heat there get hotter.

I smiled at her, her doing the same to me, but almost like she was afraid.

"Are you ok?' I questioned, gently moving my hand back to the piece of hair, idly twirling it between my fingers.

"Just…" she gasped, slightly, obviously a little shocked at my hand movements.

"Just a little nervous." She blushed again.

"Well, so am I." I dropped the piece of hair in the right position, so I'd be able to see her face at will.

She smiled a little, happy that the situation was mutual.

I turned the key hard, listening to the motor sputter, and give, the rumbling of the old thing shaking the cab.

As I was about to back out, I felt and saw Bella's arm around me.

Umm… I thought internally, what's going on?

Instead of the idea I was already getting in my head, she lightly tugged on my seat belt, clicking the red button at my waist at the same time.

She smiled a little up at me, and I gave a huge grin, kissing her forehead.

"Thanks for looking out for me" I whispered, gently blowing air over her hairline.

She shivered.

After clicking my belt and making sue Bella had done the same, we were off.

It would take roughly 45 minutes to get there, and then we'd have about 5 before the movie started.

About 10 minutes into the drive I heard Bella unbuckle her belt.

I looked over slightly, without her knowing. She slid over to me, pressing her face in my arm. I couldn't stop the smile that spread over my face, filling me up with happiness.

She snuggled closer, pulling her knees up.

I looked down at her.

"… I was cold." She whispered, seeming some what embarrassed. She started moving away.

I almost swerved on the road, hitting a tree, most likely. I pulled her to me side with one arm, holding her there securely.

"Don't ever be afraid to tell me how you feel or what you want. Don't feel embarrassed, either. I would never laugh at something you wanted."

My voice sounded stern, serious, but underneath, had so much love… I loved her, and wanted to give her everything she wanted.

"Ok." She whispered, twining her fingers through mine on top of my hand.

We stayed like that for the rest of the ride; I occasionally heard a muffles sigh from her, and sometimes thought she had dozed off.

I had sensitive feeling now, too it seemed. Sometimes, Bella would turn her head and place a whisper of a kiss on my arm, or mumble randomly. I loved it so much.

We pulled into a lot near the cinema, I walked around to let her out, and once I closed the door, she reached for my hand, twisting her fingers in between mine. I looked over at her, and her eyes were down cast at our hands. I felt so… warm. Warm in a good way, not just physically.

We walked slowly to the theater, just wanting time with each other before we got there.

All too soon, the big screen was light up, and the lights dimmed to nothing.

There were no other people in the theater, other than us. We took a seat near the back, and pushed up the arm rest between us.

We took on the same position we had in the car, but this time, one of her hands rested on my chest, near the top of my stomach. I didn't really care about the movie. I didn't really pay attention, either.

I let my lips brush against my hair, her forehead, whispering lightly in her ear, so she couldn't hear. I kissed her temples, too, touched her hair, and traced her face.

If you asked, I couldn't tell you what the movie was about. I couldn't ever say I heard the voices of the characters. I remember Bella, thought. I know she smells like strawberries and shivers when I whisper in her ear.

In no time, the movie was over. I carefully stood, stretched, and pulled her up with me.

Everything seemed like it was in slow motion when it came to Bella. We slid through the doors, into the night air, making our way to the car.

"How'd you like the movie?" I clicked the seat belt.

"It was… good." She blushed a little looking out the window.

I couldn't remember the name of the town, but we came up to the little restaurant around 8:30, dim lights shinning in the windows, a bored host at a wooden podium.

I held Bella's hand as we walked inside. It was nice to hold her hand, to feel her there with me, to spread my warmth in to her.

The hostess looked my up and down, caught my eye, and winked. Bella didn't notice, thought, and I squeezed her hand tighter, and slightly shook my head at her.

"This way, Mr. Black" She tried to say in a sexy voice, but it was nasally, and gross. She walked in front of us, pompously shaking her but over dramatically.

She put down silverware at a booth, Bella sitting across from me. As she set down my napkin and pulled her hand back, it skimmed my chest.

I tried to ignore it.

I gave her icy eyes. "Could we have a male waiter please?" my voice was hard, implying that I didn't care to be raped by these girls that had nothing on Bella.

"Of course." She sounded slightly irate, and shot a death stare at my Bella. I rubbed her knee under the table.

"Don't worry," I whispered, when she hung her head, and looked so sad. "None of these girls have anything on you." I smiled at her. She kept her head down, but I saw a smile light up her face, and a blush creep into her cheeks.

The male waiter came out, and was perfect. He was nice, and didn't take any interest in Bella or my self.

We ate in silence; I always had my eyes on her. And whenever she did look up, she saw my gaze, and looked away, pink coloring her cheeks.

When we were finished, the waiter brought us our bill. I turned it over, and took out my wallet, but then stopped half way there.

Under the little red-circled numbers, it said, "Christine, 860-559-9843"

I crumbled it up in my hand, turning angry, and standing up so fast, the table shook.

"Jake?" Bella stood up, too, touching my arm.

I grabbed her hand, stomping towards 'Christine'.

"Do you think this is funny?" I boomed at her, the minute I turned to corner. I was almost shaking with anger.

"No… she mumbled, putting a hand on mine, "But I think you're cute."

I ripped my hand away, throwing the bill in her face.

"I love this girl right here," I started, holding up out hands. "If you think you could ever change that, you're sadly mistaken. And don't think I'm ever coming here again."

I stormed out the door, and too the car. I didn't bother bringing her around; I just picked her up, opened the driver's side, and placed her on the other seat.

I slammed the door, bent over, breathing hard, and tried to focus, burring my hands into my hair. I could not think, but I could coherently feel Bella by my side, rubbing my back.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, Bella. It's hers. If she wasn't such a slut who tried to hit on guys with girlfriends…"

I stopped.

Girlfriend? Was she my girlfriend? Would she be okay with that?

"Am I your girlfriend, Jacob?" She whispered. I pulled my head up, taking her shoulders in my hands, and looking her in the eye.

"If that's what you want to be, than yes, you are."

She smiled slightly, looking away. "Yes." She whispered.

I moved my hands, one cupping her cheek, and the other holding her chin towards me. When she was looking back to me, I went in, pressing my lips against hers with a passion, letting her know without words, just how much I loved her.

Her hands were in my hair, feeling the rugged shortness of it between her fingers. I didn't want to get too far, but before breaking, I lightly traced my tong around her lips.

She whimpered when I pulled away.

"We could head home now, but we'd be home at about 11. I could call Charlie, and we could just stay at a hotel for the night?" It felt weird saying it. Like they were going to have a one night stand. He hoped that's not what she thought.

"Okay." She answered, a little breathless. I dropped one hand, but let the other one trace down her face, and arm until it reached her hand, latching on to it.

After about 5 minutes on the road, we found a little motel and I asked for a room with 2 beds, to show Bella that I respected her.

She went into a little gift shop while I got the room, and purchased some clothes for us to wear. Good… she had the same idea as me.

The room was nice, and Bella took the first turn in the bathroom to get changed. She cam back out in a white tank top, and some black shorts. I tried not to make it obvious, as she combed out her hair, but underneath, I saw a green bra, lacy, from what I could tell.

What I wouldn't give to see it.

I went next, and saw much the same thing for myself. A grey t-shirt and black sweatpants.

"Thanks, Bells."

When I was done, I walked out into a dark room. I heard the muffled sound of snoring, and saw a lump of a person on one of the beds. Smiling to myself, I climbed into the other bed, taking off my shirt.

Bella is all I could have ever wanted… I thought to my self, before slipping off into sleep.

BPOV

So… cold. It was all so cold. The break in my chest, and the thought of him ever coming back, just to re-open it..

JPOV

I woke to Bella screaming, I shot up in bed, and she was rocking back and forth, head between her knees, tearful sobs breaking through her chest.

It hurt me, having to see and hear it.

"Bella… whats wrong?"

She looked over at me, whipping a tear away.

"I had a bad dream." She stood up, arms folded over her chest.

"I'm cold." He started crying again, obviously upset.

I pulled her down, under the blankets, and next to me. She put her freezing little hands on my chest, crying again, and hot tears on her body and mine. I stroked her hair.

"Its okay, Bella," I was crying now, too. I wound my arms around her, pulling her too me.

"It's okay, now. I'm here."

A/N

I really liked writing this chapter. Where you expectation=g lemons? Well, not yet I have a few surprises up my sleeve, first! Enjoy the story!