Title: Making Ellie
Genre: Romance
Rating: M (where do babies come from…)
Pairing: Bella/Jacob
Words: 500
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Prompt: Picture of a boy reading in bed, girl's foot is on his stomach. Really hard to describe- I'll post it on twitter.
AN: As the title indicates, this is a prequel to the last drabble.
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Making Ellie
Dating Jacob was easy—comfortable—and a good deal safer than my relationship with Edward. When I fell off the motorcycle and hit my head, it was like I immediately got a new perspective on things. I truly saw Jake for the first time, and he was more than sort-of beautiful.
He leaned over me in concern as he used his shirt to staunch the blood flow, and it didn't take much at all for me to lean up and press my lips to his. That first kiss was warm, comforting, and kissing soon became our newest hobby.
Jake and I were left alone a lot, since both our fathers heartily approved of our new relationship status. We moved past kissing to touching, then tasting one another. We hadn't gone all the way yet, but I knew it was coming soon.
We were sitting on Jake's bed one Saturday morning, our heads at opposite ends as we each read a book. I looked up and smiled at the adorable look of concentration on his face—he tended to scrunch his nose up when he was struggling with a particular passage.
I suddenly knew this was it. It was time. I took my bare foot and slid it slowly up his leg to caress his gorgeously flat stomach. He didn't catch on at first—just patting my foot as his eyes stayed glued to his book.
Knowing I needed to up the ante, I lifted my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it off the bed beside me. That got his attention. Rising up on my knees, I slipped my shorts and panties down, leaving me completely bare as I crawled over his tented sweats. I didn't give him a chance to respond as I leaned over to capture his mouth in a determined kiss.
With a little fumbling and a few nervous giggles, we worked together to slip Jake's pants off, and then it was time. I kneeled there, poised above him, ready to take that final step. He bit his lip and nodded as I started to lower myself, but then he caught my hips suddenly and made me stop.
"Wait! Do we need a condom or anything?"
I shook my head and smiled. "No, we're both virgins, and I'm on the pill. We should be fine." Famous last words…
The look on his face as my body enveloped his was something I would never forget, and I felt a rush of power at the way he threw his head back and moaned in pleasure.
Things were awkward after we had sex, and we finally admitted that we were better friends than lovers. I panicked when Jake disappeared and refused to take my calls. I knew he didn't want to see me, but he had to know what we had started.
A last-ditch effort trip to La Push revealed the pack's secret, and left me permanently tied to their most volatile member. At least I had Ellie.