Pairing: Jacob/Bella
Rating: M, fo sho
Genre: adult/erotica/voyeurism
Word Count: 500 - Another one that hit 500. Ha ha! I think Mel owes me some sort of major award now. I AM THE BREVITY MISTRESS!
Origin: Tricky Raven's Weekly Flashfic Challenge Forum, Prompt #21
A/N: This one was inspired by a comment Iz Perplexing made on a shared copy of a rant I posted on fb earlier today about 50 Shades. I said something about angels rubbing one out under the covers and she said she ships that, so ... I fic'd it. I was cackling as I wrote it. Maybe you'll enjoy it, too.
Prompts: Quote, "I don't need to be saved."
Even Angels Masturbate
Jacob's wolf lay nestled in the leaves just beyond the edge of the Swan property, his tail swishing idly through the ferns, enjoying the cool moisture spraying across his back with every flick of a shivering frond.
Bella had gone to bed an hour ago after bidding him good-night and asking him if he'd rather come in and crash in her room. He longed to take her up on her offer, but Sam would have his nuts in a sling if he spent his patrol cuddling up to Bells in the comfort of her warm bed while everyone else ran the shitty night shift in the rain.
He wished her sweet dreams and phased, settling down to keep watch for the redhead that had been harrying the pack for months.
The sound of Bella tossing and turning in bed made him frown. His wolf was equally displeased. The girl needed rest.
Another half hour passed and her restlessness seemed to have finally ceased. He could hear her murmuring quietly in her sleep.
The gentle sounds lulled him into complacency, so much so that he missed it at first when her voice turned more urgent, eventually crying out his name.
He phased, scaling the wall buck naked, swinging through the window and landing lightly on the balls of his feet.
Bella's head was thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her back bowed and her hands-
Jesus-tap-dancing-Christ.
The fingers of one hand mercilessly circled her clit while the first two fingers of the other were buried knuckle-deep inside her.
He pinched his arm and rubbed his eyes just to be sure.
It wasn't a dream.
She was polishing her little pink pearl and moaning his name.
"J- JACOB! What are you doing here?!" she suddenly shrieked, scrambling to hide under the covers.
"I-" His face turned crimson. "I thought you were having a nightmare!"
"Well, you were wrong!" She buried her face in her knees, slick, greasy tendrils of mortification invading her belly, making her sick to her stomach as she groaned, "Oh my god, Jacob. I don't need you to save me from everything. Especially this."
"Bells, I didn't- No apology is going to make up for this, I know, but I really am sorry. You already have, like, no privacy because of the leech and the pack. I-" he gulped noisily. "I'll just go."
She whimpered into the covers, unwilling to look at him.
"Bells?" he whispered, risking her wrath as he stepped toward the bed.
"Mmph?" she mumbled against her knees.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I… I think of you, too," he admitted.
She raised her head, glancing up furtively from beneath hooded lids.
"You were beautiful," he confessed. "For a minute there, I was jealous. I wished … I wished it was me making you moan my name like that."
Working up her nerve after hearing his admission, she looked him in the eyes and confessed, "I wished it was you, too."