*A/N: Another song I thoroughly enjoy.

Chapter Summary: Bella's perception of her new-found love is exactly what it implies, found out. Embarrassed by the new developments, Bella seeks isolation once more forcing Jacob to take the upper hand and allows him the opportunity to jump in with both hands and paws after her.

*Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, but Taylor tied me up while Jacob stood guard. And I have to say this—it wasn't awful.

Chapter XXVI Title: 'One-Eighty by Summer,' by Taking Back Sunday

At the airport...

"I'm going to miss you!" My mother choked me with her arms and then she cried into Jacob's for several seconds before reaching for me again. Jacob was being an extremely good sport. He opened his arms for her each time she even looked in his general direction with tears in her eyes and he smiled the entire time. He didn't know that that was making my mother cry more. "One more picture. One more. You two are so cute! I haven't said a thing to Charlie but you two should know that he is not stupid. I just thought I'd warn you."

"Uh-huh." I rolled my eyes as I threw in a half smile for the camera.

Renee and Phil finally let us walk to the terminal. I ruffled Jacob's hair and mouthed a "thank you" for being patient with everything that had happened since that morning. He only grinned and I pulled on the lapel of his dark green polo and put my hand in one of his jean pockets. "This serene and pleasant look you are giving me is another Jacob thing or is it a wolf thing?" I whispered into the underside of his chin.

"It's a guy in love thing," he murmured back. "And it's for my hìtk only."

"Oh? Am I still your heart?" I teased.

Jacob's hushed voice was all I could hear in the airport. "Yes," was his answer.

I snickered and turned red as he kissed my forehead. "How do you do this to me? You can not possibly be sixteen. You just can't be."

"Well technically I'm twenty-five. And if we start playing the aging game again, then I was older than you anyway. Remember? I'm middle aged."

"I can only hope to look like you when I'm old."

"Well, we'll find that out together, now won't we?" His chin felt hard on the top of my head, but his hands were soothing against my lower back. I didn't answer him, but he seemed okay with it, just like with every thing else. My mood remained happy until Mike, with a bouncy Jessica, bumped into us at the gate door as we were waiting for security to let us on the plane.

"Hey guys." Mike seemed tired and looked nervously at Jessica who continued to bubble and smile brightly at us.

"Guyyyssss," She enunciated. "What's going on? How was the walk on the beach last night?"

Jacob shrugged. "Fine."

"Awesome. Let's go find seats. Katie should be around soon and Lauren was getting something at the shop. She's probably getting more clothes or something."

Jacob sat next to me and I said "hi" to Katie who looked embarrassed and nodded towards us. She looked in Jacob's general direction and covered her face with a magazine. Lauren's arrival shifted the general mood of our company to slightly worse as she began twirling her hair and staring intently at Jacob's hands close to mine.

"You guys are so adorable. Aren't they? What a cute pair," Lauren smiled a little too sweetly.

"Uh yeah, I guess. They're okay." Mike squirmed in his seat.

"They are so perfect, right? Doesn't everyone agree?" Lauren fixed her gaze on me. "Bella had the ultra rich Cullen and then she scared him away—I feel just awful about that. Do you guys still keep in contact with each other, Bella?"

My eyes met Lauren's hateful stare. I almost stammered, "Lauren, what are you—"

"I didn't think so. You seemed so upset and I wanted to help, but who knew just what you needed was located right in your very own backyard? It is so touching how it all worked out. You went from the sexy, super rich to the hunky, super hot native all in just one leap. Fascinating."

Jacob glanced curiously at Lauren as his fingers began to tap the chair's thin metal frame. I placed one hand over my chest. "What are you talking about, Lauren? Jacob is my friend."

"I can see that and what a friend. How do you think Edward would like to hear about his ex and her new friend? How do you think he would take the news?"

"He wouldn't have anything to say. He's not here," Jacob gritted his teeth.

Lauren looked at him in small surprise, but replaced it with a smug look. "Bella has become really quite different since she came to Forks. Really Bella, everyone thinks you're so quiet and so sweet, but I have to say voyeurism really did bring you out."

Now I did stutter as my eyes widened at Lauren. "Vo—voy—voyeurism?"

"Yes sweetie. Four syllables: voy-eu-ri-sm. Sex in a public place. Who could blame you really, but I think maybe you should have really considered a room—where are you going, Bel-la?" Lauren laughed maliciously.

My stomach turned as I got up to run towards the other end of the waiting area. My ears blocked out every sound and I felt sick. My emotions caught up to me as I began to stumble when my arms hit a very hard surface that smelled like citrus and wet rain. "Bella, calm down. It's okay. Don't cry, don't cry," Jacob's voice urged me quietly.

Too late. My tears hit Jacob's shirt as I pushed my head into his body. "It's not okay," I argued. "It's not. The first time I do something like this. The first time I'm really with you—"

"I know, Bella. It's okay. It'll be fine. We'll get through this—"

"Get away from me, Jacob. I—I am so upset at you right now and—and I know I have no right to be because I made that decision too, but—"

"I'm not leaving you Bella."

"God, please get away from me!" My voice rose and I began to shake. My skin felt hot and I felt sweat drip down my back, and then I realized Jacob was the one shaking.

"Bella, don't. Bella, I'm sorry about them finding out, but that doesn't change how we feel—"

I was suddenly mortified. He wanted to declare his love for me, again, in the middle of an airport in front of people from back home that had heard and may have even seen us have sex on the beach? "It doesn't change how you feel Jacob! Just get away from me." I tried to steady my arms against his trembling and then I turned away from him, unable to look in his eyes. "Please leave me alone right now. Just go."

My eyes closed and I pulled my arms out of his hands. I felt my hair move off my neck and his fingertips gently rub my shoulder. I didn't feel him trembling anymore. He seemed to have gotten control of his anger, but I was still mad enough for us both. I could never be a werewolf. It was bad enough I cried and put myself in danger while upset, but I couldn't be responsible for the lives of others if my anger spilled over, leaving me speechless and violent. And the calmness of responsibility of my exhibitionistic partner, Jacob, made me hate the situation even more.

"I'm here for you, Bells. Okay? I'm sorry." If it weren't for the self-loathing I was feeling I would have had butterflies in my stomach from his voice. It literally sounded as if it was broken and torn.

(JPOV)

I watched Bella sitting next to Newton and his on again-off again girlfriend, Jessica. Lauren and Katie were chatting eagerly on opposite sides of me in our shared three-seater, but I wasn't listening to their conversation. The blonde one, Lauren, had been close to making me phase when she placed her arm on my leg, but one look from me had her remove her hand promptly and not try anything else since.

I was trying to give Bella space and I gave an order to her "friends" to split up, to make her more comfortable. It was really just to get her away from Lauren. Bella had spent much of the plane's loading time crying in the bathroom at the airport terminal before she half stumbled into her seat. I fought the urge to grab and help her, but thankfully she hadn't fallen. While she had been in the bathroom, I had put on my "Sam" voice, as I called it, to order the new seating arrangements for the plane ride back home and not even Mike looked as if he wanted to challenge me. I was glad. That could have been the final straw. I was hanging by a thread already.

I could smell Lauren's interest in me and I struggled to keep my nose clenched in an effort to keep the odor out. She was probably imagining all the things I had been doing with Bella had been with her instead. The only thing I wanted to do to Lauren was give her to Paul. I couldn't imagine a worse punishment than that at the moment. The "ladies man" would tear into this lady, if you could call her that. What she had done to Bella went beyond nasty, but I couldn't say anything. It had to be Bella to put things in place, whether physically or mentally. To go against that would have meant that we weren't compatible and that we were wrong for each other.

Plus, I didn't want to get so angry that I'd turn and then maim the poor girl. Even Lauren didn't deserve that; though, it might have improved her humility toward other people for a change.

I felt a hand touch my arm. I fought the instinct to flinch. It was Katie. "You okay?"

"Hungry." For Bella, I added to my thoughts. Katie dug around in her bag to produce a Twinkie. A peace offering, I saw it as. I opened it, broke it in half, and gave the bigger piece back to her. I was a little hungry, but food was not on my mind. "Thanks," I replied curtly.

Katie nodded with a small smile and Lauren looked frustrated. My tongue touched the top of my mouth in annoyance before I addressed her, "Do you have a problem, Lauren?"

She looked stunned that my tone had such animosity. Or maybe she was just surprised that I had spoken to her at all. She shook her head quickly and looked afraid. I was sure that my eyes had turned colors since I was now fighting to keep my inner wolf in check. "Good. Keep it that way," I suggested angrily. Lauren nodded this time and sat back, clenching the aisle's armrest with two hands.

Movement from Bella's seat took over my attention. I didn't have much time if she was going to the bathroom. I saw her move quickly, not wanting to be seen or noticed. She slightly ducked in the aisle seats. If she thought that I wouldn't see her, she was sadly mistaken. My eyes never left her even when she had thought that I wasn't looking. I mumbled an "Excuse me" to the two girls and quickly closed the distance to walk behind Bella. Far enough not to have her notice me unless she turned around, but not wanting to lose sight of her either.

She was indeed heading to the bathroom. I saw her walk in and I glanced around to make sure no flight attendants were close by and gently rapped on the door.

"I'm in here. Just a minute."

Jesus, that voice. I grew anxious while gripping the handle, not wanting to turn it too much and knocked again. There were too many doors in between us; if Bella ever moved in with me (God, I could only hope), I would remove all the doors in the fuckin' house. Every single one of them. Please, please, let me.

"Someone's in here," she repeated.

I then tried to calm myself. I didn't want her voice to get any louder. I waited patiently until I heard the door handle unlock and when it started to turn, I pushed it with modest force. She was taken off guard and I caught her before her back could meet the tiny sink and I closed the door behind us. "We've got to stop meeting like this; pick a different way to hide yourself without a damn door," I joked, attempting to shake the harsh look she gave me. I quickly took my eyes off of her wide-doe eyes to see our surroundings. The lavatory was small, but it would do. I could still pick her up and the little sink would provide enough elevation for—

"Jake!" she hissed. "What are you doing? Get out of here!" She attempted to push me out. I don't know why she thought she could. I had already given her all the space my body could handle. She was not leaving me again.

I forced my hips against her and grabbed her waist. I then reached under her and pushed her up with my leg onto the sink. She tried to pull away from me, but the small space only allowed for so much force.

"Stop!" She was almost screaming. "What are you do—?"

I kissed her. She struggled against it a little before I began to feel the heat from her lower body take over. I pulled at her shorts and succeeded in sliding them down, pushing her underwear to the side. She clutched at my shoulders and bit my neck lightly. I fought back my instinct to completely dominate her.

"Bella, honey I am so sorry about everything, but I warned you; I will not stay away from you. I can't," I said in a harsh whisper. I felt myself harden at the thought of her suddenly, completely ready for me. Already my jeans were becoming too small for me and I felt almost panicked as my need to emotionally support Bella dictated over my want to prove to her that I was right for her. This was why Sam had told me that Bella being my imprint was not an excuse to get laid or for her to be made into a conquest. I was supposed to make her feel better, because she was making me want to be better. This was no longer about impressing her or making her forget about those parasites; she needed me as much as I wanted her. God, I want her. I kissed her once more and in a slight rush, grabbed her neck, buried my head into her chest, and guided myself with certainty in one seamless motion. I pushed my shorts down a little more so the friction wouldn't hurt her inner thighs as much.

A loud gasp escaped her lips, and I covered her mouth in haste as I pushed myself deeper into her. The sensation of feeling her, direct skin on skin overtook all the rest of my thoughts and senses as I gently moved her hips in rhythm with my own, with tears escaping my eyes at the feeling of us being this close again. Her body temperature seemed to mimic mine, or maybe it was because we were so close together. I wasn't sure and I didn't care. I felt one of her legs spasm in my arms and I focused on keeping my face serious.

"Bella." I lifted her legs to give myself better leverage and to help relieve some of the pressure on her arms from holding herself up from the sink. "God, Bella please…" Minutes later, things were forgotten when nothing much had been said. Her rapid intakes of breath further fueled my desire and energy into making her mine again. Into making her feel as if nothing that anyone else did mattered. There was only her and there was only me.

In spite of myself and the timing, I felt close. This wasn't about sex. It was about reassurance. She needed to know that I was here and that nothing would keep me away from her. She had to know I wouldn't leave her. I wouldn't get scared and run off. I wouldn't let her clam up and self destruct. I was going to love her and I was going to stay. I was going to keep her whole. Her heart was going to stay mine.

I could feel her muscles contracting, getting tighter and allowing me to slip in and slip out with less ease, but I had a grip on her. I couldn't believe how tight she still was; she completely fitted around me. It was made just for me. And then I felt her shiver. She was coming. I was making her come. I was controlling her orgasm. "Hold on to me." Her arms grabbed my neck without hesitation and I began to move faster. She clawed at my back with one hand and her other moved across my chest attempting to control my speed, but I pushed her arm away with my head. I was not going to let her slow me down. My gut told me that she really hadn't wanted me to slow down any way; her body was just going through the motions.

Her eyes were beginning to close. She was close again. "No, Bella. Look at me. I want you to look at me when you come," I breathed at her.

"Yes, yes." Her eyes flew open and she teared. She looked so beautiful as the familiar pink flush began to come back to her cheeks once more, and my fists tightened just as I was about to lose power over my own orgasm.

"Say you love me, Bella. Say you love me."

"I love you. Jake, I love you."

"Tell me again. Say it again."

"Jake…" She trailed off.

I was losing her. Her head was beginning to slip back. I wouldn't let her come until she told me what I wanted to hear. What I needed to hear. She would not give up on me because I never lost hope on her. She was mine and I would prove it. I was going to get her to admit that she was mine to love and only mine. That I would never love anyone more than her and she couldn't love anyone other than me.

I drove deeper into her, feeling past my usual spot and I felt the urge to get as far into her as humanly possible. I felt myself lengthening even more inside of her. I whispered to her again, "You want to come? You have to tell me what I want to hear, Bella." My mouth enclosed gently on her earlobe tip as I continued to mutter through gritted teeth, "Tell me again that you love me. Tell me again." Her leg started to shake avidly and her grip tightened around my neck, almost taking my breath away, but I wouldn't let go of that spot. I would not give up. She was going to say it. I felt more wetness as my fingers dug into her hips. "Say it!" I almost shouted.

"God—Jake, I love you! I swear I love you! Please let me come! Please let me—" We covered each other's mouths with our hands as we both came together. My head tilted forward and I saw hers fall back into the mirror covered wall. I felt myself drip out of her, but I refused to pull out and continued to balance her between my knee and the sink. Bella was still perspiring as my tongue lapped along the side of her head and neck. She kissed my shoulders in return as her breathing continued to become less and less labored.

I took the chance at looking at her and found her smiling. Glowing almost as much as she had the first night we were together. I wished for nothing more than that moment than to beg her to be with me and prayed that she would accept. I glanced behind me at her elevated leg to view her ankle that I was still holding up and admired the anklet that I had given her. She never took it off even though she had been angry with me.

I met her eyes again. "Can we talk about 'us' now?"