Hello again, thank you for all the wonderful reviews and support, it is forever appreciated :) One reviewer brought up a very good point, concerning Jake's 'best man' (thanks VanillaDream2310)!) and it will be addressed in the first part of this chapter. Be warned! This chapter will contain some explicit 'imagery' (nothing porn-ish though) so if you cannot handle/do not want to read any 'sex' related material, I suggest you skip down to the last couple paragraphs or so…here's the next chapter, read, review, and enjoy!

I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's work, solely the plot and some new characters in this story.

***************************Nessie*********************

I could feel the breeze through the open window, cool and light against my heated skin. The sheets were, miraculously, still in decent condition where I lay, the scent of my favorite wolf beside me. Birds chirped, the air whistled, and the waves crashed in a soothing lullaby, one I could definitely get used to waking up to.

"Good afternoon, Miss Cullen," Jake's husky voice seeped into my ear, a teasing gesture. I rolled my head around halfway to meet his in a chaste kiss.

I grinned. "Judging from the drool stain across your cheek I'd say I'm not the only who fell asleep."

He began to vigorously wipe away at said cheek, the dried saliva crusting away and onto the floor. I laughed at his expression. Jake and I had been together all day, finally crashing at his place for the evening. It seemed we both had the same idea within the first ten minutes that we'd arrived.

Nap time.

"Hey, Ness," Jake yawned, turning over so that he was on his side facing me. "I was thinking, and I don't know why it didn't occur to me before, or if it did I thought it might be weird considering she's your mom and all but—"

I interrupted him with a chuckle. "You want mom to be your best man, don't you? Instead of Tom?"

Jake blushed with guilt. "Well, I mean, I've been thinking about it for awhile now, and it just makes more sense since she's my best friend and all, but I would completely understand if it made you uncomfortable or—"

I rolled my eyes and answered him smoothly. "Jake, I already know about your history with mom, and I'm fine with it. Plus, you're ok with Oliver so why wouldn't I be ok with my own mother being your best man?"

Jake looked relieved. "Ok then. I'll ask her tomorrow. I don't think Tom will mind considering he hasn't actually done anything. Speaking of which, was Alice really serious about flying in Japanese swans to decorate the front yard?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Jake, when Alice is involved, anything is possible. Don't question her authority."

Jake laughed and pulled me in for a hug, a loud and sloppy kiss on my forehead.

I sighed, in contentment and frustration. Jake's body felt so good next to mine, warm and comforting—

—fiery and muscular—

—like home and all the good things in the world—

—wonder what it would feel like REALLY pressed up against mine—

—big and strong, protective—

—I don't see what the big deal is, really, we are going to get married in a few months after all—

"What?"

I stared over at Jake's wide-eyed expression. I immediately realized I'd been transmitting thoughts into his mind, though I had no clue when I'd began…Uh oh, did he hear all of what I just thought?

Jake shook his head in answer. "Just the last thing…Nessie, you're not thinking what I think you're thinking…right?"

His words both startled and bothered me. So what if I was thinking about that? It was only natural, I had urges too…

Jake was shaking his head again. I quickly stopped my thoughts from travelling, but the damage was done. "Nessie, believe me, I have urges just as much as you do, more probably—"

I scoffed. "I doubt that." Jake looked at me incredulously, but I meant what I said.

We'd been engaged now for about eight months, and as much as I enjoyed every second with Jake, it was inevitable that our relationship want to travel towards a more physical arena. I could see that Jake—given bodily functions at certain moments—felt exactly the same way. I hadn't thought about it too much at first, but lately…

On top of all the amazing things my Jacob Black was, he was also incredibly, and invigoratingly attractive. And even more importantly, we loved each other. How could I not want him?

Well, to be frank, I really wanted him.

"Your parents would definitely not be happy if we—"

"So what?" I heard myself cut in. But Jake continued as if I hadn't said a word.

"Can you imagine how awkward it would be if Edward found out—"

"I don't care, Jake."

"And Bella! Don't even get me started on what she might do if—"

"Jake, I think we should do it."

"Come to think of it, your entire family might actually disown me—"

"Jake, did you hear me? I said I want to do it."

"And it would be very difficult for us to be happy if your family hated me—"

"Jake?"

"Even Charlie would hate me, and that's saying somethi—"

"Jake."

"I really want to, Nessie, believe me I do, but—"

"JAKE!"

He looked surprised. "Uh…yeah?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You mean you seriously didn't hear me just now?" He shook his head. Before he could utter another word, or move for that matter, I flipped over onto my side so that I was facing him directly, my hand brushing gently on his cheek.

I want to, Jake. Now.

Jake's face froze. His lips began forming the infamous 'but' and I quickly silenced him.

No. I don't care what anyone else says or thinks. This is us. Just us. We're going to be married in several months so what does it really matter?

Deep brown eyes spoke volumes, expressed so much. I inched closer so that our knees intertwined of their own accord, the bareness of his legs like blazing coals against my jeans.

He started shaking his head, a slow side to side gesture, but … Are…are you sure about this, Ness? His eyes asked me.

I tentatively leaned forward, closing the remaining gap between our faces and placing a gentle kiss on his plush lips. He answered hesitantly, the many questions of what we should do, what we shouldn't do, what could happen still evident in those eyes that mesmerized me with a single glance.

He was right, I knew it. The answers to those questions, the right thing to do, it was all quite plain to see.

But my body was already acting of its own free will.

And desire, passion, for the only one I would ever make love to, the only name I'd ever call out, had never burned so strong.

****************************Jacob*************************************

I gasped, overwhelmed with the blazing sensation coursing through my already heated body, fire in my veins, a haze before my eyes.

Nessie was serious, I could see it in her eyes, lusting like I'd only imagined in my dreams, in those wet lips, moistened once over again in anticipation, feel it between my legs, her lightning fast reflexes having somehow set her on top of me in a flash. And even with such a simple position, her lithe body, clad in mere jeans and an old T-shirt, straddled over my bare midriff…

It was a sight my hormonal instincts couldn't help but mentally alter.

No, no, no! Jake, this is wrong! Remember what happened last time you thought she was putting the moves on you?

Nessie smiled down at me, her chocolate eyes melting my scant resilience as she began to slowly—and much to my dismay, very sensually—lower her upper body onto mine.

Wrong, wrong, wrong! Last time—

But last time she didn't actually admit she wanted to do anything—

Last time…well, yes, that's true…but—

Her lips came into contact with my neck, and my breathing skyrocketed.

Oh God, I—I…uh…

Just admit it, Jake, you REALLY want this—

Yeah, dude, you NEED this—

Whoa, where did the other little voice come from? This is wrong, and you know it, Jake!

We're in the twenty-first century! Everyone has sex before—

"Aaaahhh…."

I couldn't help it. My beautiful, innocent angel was suddenly nipping at my earlobes, soft hands running delicately and erotically against my sides down to my hips, her clothed figure rubbing deliberately along the length of mine.

Just admit it, Jake. Bottom line, she wants you…now.

…and what Nessie wants, Nessie gets.

And the little voices finally reached a decision.

This was the woman I loved, the woman I would forever love. There would never be a woman as incredible as Renesmee Cullen, both in the mortal and immortal world: she was the perfection in both, the answer to my every possible wish, and she loved me. We were made for each other, in every possible way, the way water flowed seamlessly downward upon gravity's will, milk and cookies, the scratch to my itch, and the prayer for all hope and happiness. Making love to her would undoubtedly be …

Amazing. Indescribable. World-shattering. Into-Heaven-and-back-again. A union of parted souls…

My hands were already on her hips, bringing her down closer, a smile in response to my acceptance of the inevitable. Our lips met and I kissed her, slowly at first, passionately with unspoken truths and promises, promises of eternity. Then deeply, wanting, desperate … and things began to escalate to an entirely different level of kissing.

This shouldn't even be allowed, it's so…hot!

Her tongue delved into the hot cave of my mouth, the tiniest of moans setting my heart rate flying once over, on fire. My hands were another mind of their own, not only cradling but pressing tighter into the sides of her hips and down to her outer thighs, wary of the material separating them from the glory beneath.

"Take. Off." I heard myself mutter. Somewhere inside me one of the voices judged me with disgust for being so forward, for being such a—such a…guy.

But Nessie merely smiled at me and obliged, in one sweep pulling both jean and t-shirt away.

I—I—I…my brain couldn't even bring itself to slap me.

Before I could even revel in the beauty before me, clad in nothing but undergarments, worthy of any Victoria Secret model throughout history—

She unsnapped her bra.

*****************************Nessie*******************************

There was love, desire, lust, and an almost crazed glaze over his eyes as I removed my bra. I knew I was inhumanly attractive, and even though my breasts had stopped at a large B cup, Rosalie swore I will still 'eons beyond more beautiful than any super model to walk the earth' so it should have been no surprise an almost naked image of me would have such an effect on any male, Jake included.

The way he eyed my breasts however…

I almost laughed. Wow, I guess he really is a guy to a point…

But I used it to my advantage. Without hesitating I eased myself onto his firm body, my own reveling in the amazing temperature and the powerful muscles etched into each crevice. There was no hiding how excited my Jake was: I could feel it, hard and eager through the material of his shorts against my inner thighs.

Those need to come off…

And in less than a second, they were, which left both of us in merely…

Our thin … underwear…

My heartbeat was sprinting, nerves in complete disarray with the extremity of this new intimateness. Maybe we shouldn't be doing this so early, maybe Jake's right, maybe—

He leaned forward, his breath skimming along my ear to the edge of my bare shoulder, a soft tickle that sent a wild fire of butterflies rampaging my stomach, hurling downwards to—

I began another progression of frantic kisses along his strong jaw line, my own excitement increasing with his every groan, and every intake of breath.

"Nessie…Nessie…Nessie." He breathed, the beautiful sound music to my ears, spurring me to take us to the next step of pleasure, of utter joy.

I thrust my hands into his hair, grabbing and tugging with every surge of momentum our bodies suddenly found themselves in. There was no mistake in this, I just knew it. There couldn't be, not with the inexplicable sensation coursing through my body, my heart soaring with the revelation that we were about to make love.

Love.

The last of our garments stripped away with ease and I held my breath as our eyes met and held, any insecurities, any doubts, any change of mind completely erased as the final threshold to our relationship, the final barrier, was finally broken.

Sex, an act of physical intercourse for the means of reproduction.

Marriage, a union of two people, to celebrate their love and commitment.

Love … I couldn't think of any other definition for it than the one Jake and shared now. We moved in perfect sync, slowly as the walls of my virginity were carefully breached, caressed and simply … loved. I never once took my eyes off of him, watching eternally as our sensual experience transcended from cautious treading to overt desire, strides of necessity and longing. Rationalization, comprehension, impossibilities; none of it made sense, none of it was visible. The only thing we knew, the only thing that made sense, was us.

We'd waited too long for this moment, as ridiculous as that sounded. Jake and I were meant to be together, always and in every way.

"Jake, I—"

"I know, me too!"

He gasped, his eyes clenching tight for a brief second. His teeth grit with the surmounting ecstasy waiting to erupt. I could see stars, a blurry border of fantasy closing in on the one person that mattered. Our cries became incoherent, yelps of pleasure with the increased sensation. We rocked together, back and forth, thrusting blindingly, groping and entangling fingers in each other's hair, loins blazing with the unearthing, skin and muscle's taut with expectancy. It was near, the explosion on the verge of blowing. My muscles clenched, perspiration flowing beautifully down the length of my backside, a cavalcade of beads glistening like diamonds across my lover's chest. He pulled me in closer, his orbs piercing through my soul with intensity. So close, so very close…one last plunge into an endless abyss—

"Renesmee, I love you."

"I love you too, Jacob."

—and we cried out as the most pleasurable feeling exploded into existence.

************************Jacob*********************************

Nessie lay huddled by my side, her breathing slowly returning back to normal. I couldn't blame her, mine was still unbelievably fast.

"That was—was—"

I gently placed my hand over her mouth, allowing her another breath of air. "Ssh. I-I know."

I felt the corners of her lips tug upward, her eyes twinkling. That was amazing, Jake.

I half-laughed, still too out of breath to chuckle properly. Nessie laughed aloud and placed a kiss on my cheek.

Calm down, Jake!

"Easy f—for you t—to say," I managed. But I wasn't frowning.

I pulled her closer to myself, the tangled, matted sheets completely forgotten on the floor. I knew now that this was no mistake. No, it was nothing short of perfect.

**************************Nessie*****************************

I felt drunk with happiness.

And perhaps a bit…sticky? Ewww…better wash up a bit.

"Hey!" Jake exclaimed amusedly. "You started it, so no complain—"

I rolled my eyes as I rolled off the bed and grabbed one of Jake's stray T-shirts from the bedpost. "You liked it though."

Jake's growl sent my heart plummeting and I almost jumped back into bed with him. Damn, Nessie, get it together. You have the rest of your life to have sex with him.

Incredible sex.

Unbelievable pinch-me-so-I-know-this-is-real sex.

My shoulders heaved slightly as I chuckled to myself on my way to the bathroom. I heard the phone ring and grabbed my clothes on the way. That could be Charlie and Billy on their way back…

The cold shower felt good against my skin, and yet a big part of me wanted nothing more than Jake's sweat and—well, you know—on me once more. I'd never felt more alive, more grown up, more…sexy.

The thought alone made me giggle.

We would have to make sure we keep this under stringent thoughts, however. Jake was right in one aspect: daddy would not be happy about this.

I toweled my hair as I walked back into his room, smiling and still as floating in the air as before, not to mention still as…frisky.

I'm sure Jake wouldn't mind another go…I thought mischievously. So much for the shower…

"Hey, Jake," I started, removing the towel seductively as I opened the door to his room, but I immediately stopped with the sight that met me.

Jake sat on his bed with the most terrified expression on his face, blank with the implications of something terrible, something bad…

I rushed over with a foreboding sensation in my stomach. "Jake! What's wrong? Who was that? Is everyone ok?"

Jake turned to look at me slowly, his beautiful eyes twisted into an agony I would never forget, regret and hurt.

Oh no, this can't be good…

"Jake?"

The sound of my voice caused him to wince, and when he spoke it was in a soft whisper, barely audible in the silent room.

"That was Charlie. It's Billy, he—he had a heart attack." He gulped, as my eyes widened and I cringed with the words I somehow knew would follow.

"Nessie, he's," and the tears streamed freely, lacing the face of my Jake with the falling of my heart.

"He's gone."

Long Author's Note

As many of you have noticed *sobs* I am EXTREMELY late on this update. The truth is, my internship has started and I am now busy all day, eight days a week …yes, I said EIGHT! Which means I have hardly any extra time at all :( however, the story is almost over, so I think the worst that will happen is one update per week—which is still not bad at all when compared to the average update on fanfiction—please bear with me. I would be greatly saddened if my life coerced you wonderful readers/reviewers into being upset with me. I'll try my best to update sooner but again, careers should come first, after all.

On a happier note, I do thank you all for your continued support and love :) My days are getting longer and busier; this truly is my happy-place, my therapy, so thank you all for making it such a great experience. On a sadder note … I'm so sorry about Billy! But the truth is, we must all remember that life, even in this fantasy one, is not perfect. There can only be so many happy endings, and it just seems inevitable—one might even say 'just'—that our immortal characters be faced with the powerful force of reality. People die in real life, and so I decided bringing in this depressing-but-realistic element to the story would get us back on track to an important concept: not everything is a happy ending, even in stories. Again, not everything is perfect (as you can also see with Jake and Nessie's abrupt decision to have sex). Speaking of which, their love-making: not how I originally planned it. I was aiming for something more sensual, but decided in the end to make it a bit more physical—we all know they wanted it!—and just the slightest sensual…does that make sense? I do think I could've done this chapter better (and when I have time I probably will go back and make it better) but for the sake of time and updating, this is it for now. I do think the 'steaminess' was alright, let me know what you think please. I didn't want to make it complete porn (a lot of stories find it necessary to include various synonyms to 'shaft' etc) but…well idk, let me know in a review, yes?

I kind of have a feeling some readers may be uncomfortable with my train of thought, both with J&N's non-traditional first time, and Billy's death, but for me these are both realistic components. If anyone does have any questions/comments/etc please feel free to send me a private message/review and I will happily explain more thoroughly why I made things happen the way they did. The AN would be super long if I kept going here lol (isn't it already?). Anyway, next update soon, hopefully sooner than a week lol. I have one final surprise planned—involving Edward, sort of…heehee—so the story is not over yet! Review please and I will be more inclined to stay up late and deprive myself of sleep to appease your update-thirsty minds lol. Thanks.