"There is no way I'm ever gonna learn to move like.. Like that." Jacob said as Emmaleigh gave him a pout, then pushed play on the dvd player. It was raining today, so she was making him sit through her all time favorite movie, Dirty Dancing. Not that Jacob really minded, of course, but now she was trying to convince him that she could and would teach him how to move like Johnny Castle.

Which was an overwhelming vote of confidence, an ego boost that she thought he could do it, was arguing that he could do it, but he just didn't see it. It took a left foot AND a right foot to do that kind of stuff, not two left ones. He snuggled her against him as he said calmly, "Okay,alright, fine.. I'll let you try. But I'm telling you, Em.. I will not ever move like that."

"Just stand up Jacob, before I pull you off that couch." Emmaleigh muttered as she held out her hand, pulled him up, letting him pull her against him. It was hard for her, yes, to just stand there and let him lead, but she managed to do so, until he stepped on her bare foot. Then he decided it might be easier if she stood on the top of his feet so he didn't step on hers.

Which made things interesting in the fact that it made for slightly closer quarters with them, and it also made moving much more awkward, much more difficult. A fact that was bought to light mere seconds later when they both managed to fall onto the floor, her landing neatly on top of him, his arm going around her, holding her there. He smirked as he looked up at her and then said "So.. Ready to admit your man's got two left feet yet?"

"Nope. You have rhythym, damn it Black. I know it. I've just gotta scare it outta you apparently." Emmaleigh muttered as she leaned forward, her lips finding his, not caring how compromising this current position of theirs on her living room floor looked.

But then her father came home from work and the second the door was opening, the two of them sprang up, flopped back onto the couch. And naturally, her father walked in and gave them a knowing smirk as he said calmly, "Almost busted you two, huh?"

"Daaad. Aghh, seriously?"

"What?" Charlie asked, watching Emmaleigh's face heat up as Jacob tried not to laugh.

"Nothing, Dad, not a thing. I shall remind you of this when Sue's over later. Just so you know.. Every single time you two make a move to kiss, I will pop up, searching for yogurt, or something.. Or just be an interrupting ass, really."

Jacob groaned and Charlie said calmly, "I could point out, Em, that I am an adult."

"And I, sir, could point out that legally, as of the past let's see... almost 6 months now, I'm also an adult."

"But you're still my little girl."

"Daaaad."

He snickered as he walked into the kitchen, sniffing the air. "Please tell me you cooked?"

"No, daddy, a fairy broke in and cooked you a meal to feed Ms. Clearwater tonight."

"Pixie.. I've always called you that." Charlie corrected as Emmaleigh grumbled, sat down in Jacob's lap, burying her face in his shoulder as she looked up at him and said "Awkward."

"Wasn't too bad." Jacob joked as he raised a brow at her pout, then leaned in, kissing her as he muttered, "What was awkward was the guys kind of walking in on us almost earlier."

"I know, right? Did they NOT see the stocking on the damn doorknob?"

"They did, Lahote, as usual, ignored it." Jacob joked as he trailed his hand through her hair, shaking his head again at the wild dye job she'd wound up with, due to a huge mistake in tinting class.

Not even Leah had been able to pull all of the different colors out completely, and Leah dyed people's hair a lot apparently, according to his sister, Rachel.

"Yeah, and he's gonna get a hose shoved through the window of his car next time he's trying to 'park somewhere' with Rach. Because revenge is a bitch named Em." Emmaleigh joked as Jacob snickered, picturing the waterhose soaking Paul, probably killing the mood in the process.

"No prank wars.. Remember the last prank war you two had?"

"And I totally won that, Jakey."

"No, Em, ya totally didn't." Jacob said as he brushed his lips to her forehead, his arms tightening around her as they setttled in again to watch the movie quietly.

He snickered to himself as predicted, when halfway in, he heard her soft snoring, felt her slightly shifting around in his lap, muttering in her sleep about being warm and toasty.

Charlie left for another few hours, and when he had, Jacob settled them down on the couch, her in front of him, as he sat up partially behind her, flipping through the television, stopping on a sports channel, while mainly just sitting there, watching her sleeping.

So far, the past few days, since their run in with Alec, they'd been peaceful.. But Jacob was wary that the whole peaceful illusion was just the calm before an impending storm.. Because Alec wasn't known for backing down.

And neither was Jacob.

The phone in the kitchen began to ring, and as soon as he heard the cold laughter, he jumped up, waking Emmaleigh in the process, grabbed the phone. "Alec?"

"Mutt."

"Jacob. And when I get my hands on you you pathetic fucking leech, you die." Jacob stated calmly as Alec laughed and then reminded him, "Don't we remember how that worked out the last time one of you tried one of the Volturi?"

"Yeah? Well this is between you and me, Volturi. And she's mine. Not sure if you've ever heard about wolves and dogs, how dominant they are by nature.. But yeah, you just go right ahead, keep dreaming and thinking you'll turn her. Because it won't happen. Ever. Emmaleigh belongs to me, she's mine and I love her. I'll die before letting her be turned into some lifeless blood sucker by the likes of you."

"Strong words.. But tell me, Jacob.. What made you finally notice her? The imprint? Because see, I vaguely remember you saying the same about her older sister? Correct me if I'm wrong."

"That was me protecting a friend. I love Emmaleigh. I actually always have, Alec, but you wouldn't know anything about love." Jacob smirked as he slammed the phone down, turned to pull Emmaleigh, who stood behind him, pressed against his back, into his arms.

"I'm going to fucking rip him to pieces."

"Jacob, he's just trying to get in our heads."

"Yeah? Well it worked. I meant everything I said.. And it's not just because I imprinted on you, Em.. I'd mean it even if I weren't a shifter, even if I hadn't imprinted on you." Jacob admitted as he pulled her into a kiss and said "Let's go back to Dad's."

"Good idea." she mumbled against his lips as she let him pick her up, carry her out to his motorcycle.