AN: Please note! I changed the story rating to M. This piece is definitely M.
The prompt this week was a picture of a girl sitting on a rock (or cliff) looking down at swirling water. I'll post it on my twitter, but here's what I came up with. Different wolf this week.

Title: Jump
Genre: Romance
Rating: M (some cliff top lovin')
Pairing: Bella/Jacob (If you've read my o/s Tempest, this is that couple)
Words: 500 exactly! (again!)
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Jump

The sun is warm on my bare skin as I gaze into the swirling waters below. Not that long ago I was looking down from this cliff with an entirely different mindset. That all changed because of him.

He stopped me from making the biggest mistake of my life that day, and he has been by my side every day since. His steady support and love are my constant companions—much better than the cold and distantly beautiful life I knew before.

I feel the heat of his body as he slides in behind me, draping his long legs on either side of mine. I lean my head on his shoulder and smile as his deep, earthy scent washes over me, calming my frazzled nerves. "Honey, are you nervous?" he murmurs softly in my ear.

I nod because there's no point in hiding the truth from him—he can see through my artifice every time. I turn and face him, reaching up with one hand to cup his cheek. "I haven't changed my mind—it's just really high up here…"

His laughter echoes off the neighboring cliffs, deep and rich, soothing. The sound fills my heart and I can't hold back a smile as I hear his brothers' echoing howls from the beach below.

"Can we sit here just a little while longer?" I press my lips to his neck, relishing the growl that rises in his chest. I love my wolf.

"Bella, if we sit here much longer I might pull you back from the edge and have my way with you again." His voice is low and threatening, but only promises the richest of rewards. I glance down at the water once more, weighing my options.

I must wait too long because he stands suddenly, cradling me in his arms as he moves toward the tree line. He wastes little time tossing my sweater to the side before pulling my swimsuit bottoms off. I'm grateful he didn't rip them since we still have to get down from here somehow.

His arm protects my back as he pushes me against a tree, testing my readiness with his thick fingers before pushing his way into me with fast, impatient thrusts.

I know I should be concerned about modesty up here on the cliff where all the world can see, but I can't think of anything but the feel of his body moving in mine. His lips dance feverishly between my neck and my mouth, leaving little nips and love bites that will take days to fade from view.

My head is swirling with the sound of the waves as we climb toward our mutual release. He tosses his head back with a feral roar as his warm seed fills me, marking me with his scent. I cling to his shoulders as we come down from the high, and he kisses my forehead tenderly.

Without a word, we pull on our clothes and walk to the edge, hand-in-hand.

Then we jump.