A/N: Good God! Do you guys know how hard it is to write something while watching American Idol and LOST? I get so distracted. So still sick here on the home front, which is why my updates are slower than normal. Sorry for that guys. I'm out for the rest of the week so I'm pushing for two updates a day Thurs. and Fri. We'll see what happens.

Some girls need diamonds and fancy cars. And those girls aren't happy unless they have four star hotel suites and five star restaurants with caviar. Sure, all of that stuff is nice, and I wouldn't complain if someone gave me diamonds, but I don't need any of that. And if Jacob had done something ridiculous like get me any of that or if he had taken me somewhere fancy I would have kicked his ass. Not because I was ungrateful that he was trying but because he didn't have to.

Really, I'm a simple girl and I'd rather be happy because Jacob thought something out for me, not because he spent tons of money. Money that we all knew none of us had. Kids who don't go to college, have no times for jobs, or break everything they own and have to replace it all, don't have money. That's why the simple blanket with a wicker picnic basket on one corner touched me so much. And I really loved picnics. Probably because I watched Armageddon too many times and the 'Animal Cracker pillow talk' scene really got to me. I am a girl, you know.

"It's not that much, Lee," Jake murmured into my hair as his cheek rested on the top of my head. For a girl as tall as me it was nice to have someone tower over my by seven inches. Jacob had stood there for the first few seconds after I hugged him but after the initial shock wore off he had let his hands move to my hips so he could pull me closer to him.

"Jake, if you had done something bigger I would have kicked your ass," I told him truthfully.

He laughed. "That's what Blondie told me."

Upon hearing that I pulled back so that I could look at him, with mock shock on my face. "You asked a leech for help?"

"I thought you liked Rosalie?" he asked with a frown on his face.

"I do but I didn't realize you were capable of doing anything other than insulting her," I explain, my voice too fast.

"Yeah, well I didn't have a lot of options. You're not the easiest person to get along with so I didn't have a lot of people I could go to for help," he explained as if he had another choice he wouldn't have even stayed so long in a room with my favorite leech.

"That's true but why can't you just decide to love Rosalie and dislike Edward?" I knew the answer but it would be fun to ask.

"I don't like Edward. We have a mutual understanding and that is Nessie's well being," he had that stupid imprint look on his face. "I don't like Edward." I could tell this was upsetting him. I suppose no one gave Jake enough credit. It can't be easy being that tied to your mortal enemies. I would not forgive him for imprint, but he can't control it, and I wouldn't punish myself for his stupid male wolfness.

"Hey, why are we talking about leeches? Isn't this Leah and Jacob time?" I smiled warmly. "Can't we pretend this isn't complicated for a few hours?"

I could be so assertive. This was suppose to be Jacob's surprise and here I was adding suggestions and sort of changing the direction that things were going.

"Hey, I was just getting to that," he grins moving his hands from my waist so he could grab my hand and haul me over to the blanket then push me down onto it. "Jake and Leah time. We can't even talk about the other wolves. It's breaking the rules."

I sat Indian style with my legs crossed while I picked at invisible fuzz on the blanket. "Are we allowed to talk about food?" I was sizing up that picnic basket.

One of my least favorite things about going wolf was being hungry. A day was like this: food, food, patrols, food, play with smelly leeches, god I'm hungry, food, let's go seduce Jake, food, food, and then there is some sleep thrown in there. Luckily I had super awesome metabolism so I didn't have to worry about gaining the gillion pounds of food I consumed.

"You're worse than the other guys," Jake whined. It was cute and annoying at the same time. Despite the annoying factor it made me decide that I might be able to postpone the eating thing.

'What would you rather we do?" I asked rolling my eyes once before staring at him.

It was dusk but it was still light enough for me to see everything that was Jacob. And every streak of sunlight that reflected of his muscles.

"I can think of several things," his voice was that husky tone that made my stomach flutter and his eyes were dancing. It took only seconds for his lips to crash with mine and it was oh so warm. Jacob's body was pressed against mine and we were falling back onto the blanket, my legs uncrossing and moving apart, so that he could lie as close to me as possible. It was like fire. My body heat mixed with his felt scolding but it wasn't a bad burning. I was so caught up in the kissed that my body pressed further up against his and my tongue went up to lick his lips. Jacob's mouth opened and our tongues pressed against each other and fought an age old fight for dominance.

Fingers tangled in his hair as his lips moved away from my mouth, down my jaw line and onto my neck. He sucked and nipped eliciting a low moan from my mouth and causing his body to shudder. One of his hands was gently caressing the left side of my face while the other was pressed hard into the ground keeping his body slightly propped up; when my eyes were open I could see the veins popping out of his fully toned arms.

"Jake?" I asked finally managed to get the fuzzy thoughts from my head and allowing several rational thoughts to return.

"Mmm," he managed to mumble hardly moving his lips from their exploration down my neck and onto my collar bone.

I couldn't believe I was about to ask him this question. I mean, couldn't I just be happy that we were both equally enjoying this kind of contact? "Are you thinking about Nessie?"

Obviously not. Stupid, stupid, Leah.

I felt Jacob's body go rigid, his lips stopped moving, and I thought I heard a growl from deep inside his chest. He sat back on his legs and glared down at me. I couldn't help but feel sheepish. I still stayed laying down on the blanket though.

I'm Leah Clearwater and I'm a mood killer. It doesn't matter that my boyfriend is a sexy, well built man; I'm still a mood killer.

"How can you even ask that?" He demanded. "Of course, I'm not. How could I think about her while I'm here with you? Honestly, Leah, who do you think I am?"

I don't remember the last time Jacob was this angry. Maybe when Sam tried to reclaim his pack and he was so rude to me but I don't even think he was this mad then.

"Well, I don't know," I whispered. "Can you blame me for being worried? I mean she is your imprint!"

"God damn it Leah," he growled," This is about me and you! Me and you. This is going to be hard enough without us doubting each other. Please, have a little faith."

Faith? I didn't even know what that meant. Once upon a time I put all my faith in a person only to have them tear everything apart without even a backwards glance at the pieces.

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice still barely a whisper. "Really, Jake…this is so thoughtful."

Jacob nodded and moved so he wasn't straddling me anymore. He sat next to me on the blanket and offered me a hand so I could sit up to. I wrapped my tan fingers around his slightly darker ones and hoisted myself up into a sitting position. I kept my fingers around his, though and with my other hand I wiped a lock of hair out of his face.

"I want this," he gestured to the two of us," to work. I want it more than I want anything else."

"You and me both," I said smiling at him. "Now how about we eat some of that food I smell?"

It was so easy for things to change with me and Jacob. We couldn't stay fighting and I had a hard time being mad at him though I'd have to say this time he was the one who should be pissed at me. And I guess that's why I thought it was meant to be. Like breathing even when things got awkwardly and ridiculously weird.

"Nessie made cookies," he said offering me what looked and smelled like a chocolate chip oatmeal cookie. My favorite. Maybe that's what all the thumbs up were for earlier?

Why did the kid have to make it so hard for me to hate her?

But I smacked Jake anyway. "NO LEECHES MEANS NO HALF LEECHES EITHER!"

The big dumb alpha idiot just laughed and planted a kiss on my cheek as he shoved the cookie into my mouth, successfully shutting me up.