The breeze had a healing effect on her face. Pine trees and salt water. Who knew that she would enjoy the motorcycle ride? Even in this state, she was still in.

Jacob pulled over to a house similar to Seth's. But this had a big garage and miles and miles of trees with perfectly trimmed grass.

"My old man is probably asleep we cannot make much noise." With a hand on her waist, he helped her out of the bike to the porch of his house.

The house was completely asleep when they entered. He helped her to what Rose thought was his bedroom. It was a small room. The bed was in front of the big window, and he had a small TV just in front of his bed. The palace was intoxicated with his scent.

He helped her to his perfectly made bed. His scent was the strongest on his dark sheets. Rose was grateful to be vertical at last. Her ankle still hurt.

"I'll go for some ice for your ankle."

With him gone, she could see his room in more detail. Well, whatever her injured head allowed her.

Impressive. Everything was squeaky clean. Spotless

The bed sheets were pressed, and his desk was organized with some books and some pencils in a case. And if she focused enough, she bet that the floor would shine or something.

It was weird, to be honest. Men were not known for being this clean.

"Here," Jacob came back with a pill in one hand and a glass of water in the other. "Something for the pain."

"You don't have to do this." Rose accepted the water and swallowed the pill, Jacob smiled to the floor and shook his head.

Jacob smiled at her. Well, that was a first. "Let's clean that cut."

He kneeled beside her head and with wet cotton he started cleaning her forehead with delicate dabs. His forehead was crumpled in concertation.

Who would have thought that a guy as big and hard to approach as Jacob could be this gentle? Was this the same guy who came barging into her house with only awful things to say?

"Almost done, Princess." His voice soothed her soul. Her eyelids were heavy.

"Rose."

When did her eyes close? "Hmm." She tried to open her eyes, only to find out he was already looking at her.

"I want to apologize for the other day." He whispered while he continued to clean her cut. "I was out of line."

Rose nodded and let him continue,

"I was just trying to protect Seth. I should not have said what I said. I didn't mean it." He threw the dirty cotton into the trash, only to pick up a new one and put some solution on it.

"Ahh," She cried, grabbing her head when Jacob started dabbing the new cotton. "Jeez."

"I'm sorry." Jacob sighed.

The pain on the cut started to disappear while her skin got used to the acid solution. And Rose sighed too because she understood where he was coming from. One could say awful things in the heat of the moment and feel awful afterward. And was she some type of saint? Of course not.

He caressed her face and repeated, "I'm sorry."

Jacob was so close she could see the light hazel around his irises. His eyelashes were impossibly long and his lips impossibly full.

And like this he was beautiful. No hate or judgment behind his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled lingering upon her lips, while he caressed her chin. "I'm sorry, princess." Jacob finally sealed their lips in a kiss.

A deep sigh of satisfaction came out of Jacob… or was it, Rose? She didn't know. She could not think.

Her heart and soul melted into their kiss. It felt like she had wanted to do this since the very moment she set her eyes on Jacob that night. The sleepiness melted out of her brain.

He tilted his head to the side. His lips were soft. She felt a kind of desperation in his kiss. Like he had wanted this too for a long time. Rose was the first to break the kiss to take a gasping breath. She could only hear the loud beating of her heart in her chest, waiting to be freed once and for all. His eyes also reflected the desperation of his kiss. A fire that had just started.

He joined her in the bed –his bed– and took off his shirt. With all of the strength Rose possessed at that moment, she put her weight on her forearms.

Rose blinked at the sheer perfection that his chest was. With a shaking hand, she reached to touch him. That only ignited the hunger. Jacob reached to kiss her again. She gasped when he started kissing and sucking on her neck. Rose sighed in pleasure as goosebumps filled her body.

In a blink of an eye, her long-sleeved blouse came off and she was left with only her bra. An eye for an eye, she guessed.

A shy moan escaped her mouth when he started nipping her chest. "Oh, god."

So this was exactly what she was missing. A pleasure she never knew could exist. Her jeans were gone next. She hoped that Jacob did not notice her mismatched set of underwear. Well, he was not exactly paying much attention to her undergarments. He was quite busy.

She helped him out of his jeans and boots.

Rose was completely vertical again, tracing different shapes on Jacob's broad back while he kissed her neck.

She couldn't help the involuntary jerk of her hips that made both of them groan. She liked that and did it again. Jacob closed his eyes, "Don't start something you can't finish."

Rose gasped when Jacob started thrusting into her clothed center. Hitting something she could not describe. She whined when his movements massaged her clit. "Shh. You don't want the whole house to hear you, do you?"

Rose whined again anyway and started tilting her hips, looking for contact "Don't stop."

She could not breathe, and her brain felt fussy like she couldn't think straight. And she was reaching for something. So close… "Please" She whimpered desperately, jerking her hips. "Please."

He was kissing her all over again and he was hitting just the right spot.

She was going… She was going to…

Blinding pleasure took over her body. The most delicious feeling brought goosebumps to her body. "Jacob." She sighed.

"Fuck." With a final thrush, Jake followed her over the edge. He flipped them over so that she was laying on the side of his chest, arm secured around her waist. When they were done catching their breaths, Rose was the first to break the silence, "That was…"

Jake brought her closer to his body "Yeah." Rose followed the steady beating of his heart. She was going to close her eyes for a second and then she would grab her things and go home. Only one more minute…

xxx

The bright light of her window blinded her eyes for a moment. Did she forget to close the shades yesterday?

She opened her eyes only to look at the ceiling. Wait. That was not her ceiling. These were not her sheets or her bed. She rolled over only to find the other side of the bed empty.

Where did he go?

Rose sighed into her pillow. This was way more comfortable than her bed. And, Christ. Didn't these pillows smell just like him?

The door slid open. Rose turned to greet Jacob when a man in a wheelchair –that could've been Jacob in thirty years– opened the door. His father. He had long hair with a few streaks of grey and kind eyes.

She widened her eyes and yanked the covers to her chest. At least she was not naked. The man blinked in surprise and said nothing for a moment.

Rosalie could have sworn that the entire planet Earth was going to catch fire with the mere fire in her cheeks. The man smiled easily and said, "Billy Black. Nice to meet you."

"Hi," Rose tried to form a coherent word. "I'm Rosalie."

Mr. Black nodded "Nice to meet you, Rosalie. I'll see you in the kitchen for breakfast."

Rose nodded, cheeks red. He disappeared behind the door.

She was fully hyperventilating now. Oh god. Oh god.

Where's Jacob anyway. She was going to kill him!

With a final shuddering breath she started collecting her clothes. Her clothes were neatly folded on Jacob's nightstand. Right. Thank God Jacob had his bathroom, and she took a quick shower.

Her hair smelled like him, she smiled at the thought.

She wanted to brush her teeth but she couldn't see any new toothbrush around there, so with a resigned breath she took some toothpaste from the tube to her finger. Rose inspected herself in the mirror. The cut on the side of her forehead was dim but still visible. She hid it with her hair.

Mr. Black was arranging the breakfast table when she emerged from Jacob's room. There were three places set up on the table.

"Please, take a seat. Jacob should be here shortly."

Rose smiled shyly, "Can I help you with something?"

Mr. Black nodded "Thank you, Rosalie. Please bring the pot of coffee to the table." He added, "There are cups on the top shelf."

Rosalie nodded and went to the kitchen. It was small and homey. Again, everything was spotless. No Chinese takeout on the table or dirty plates from the night before waiting to be cleaned.

She found the pot of coffee easy enough.

The front door opened and a very sweaty Jacob came in. So he was one of those people who got up at the crack of dawn to go to the gym or something. Jacob took a look at Rosalie in the kitchen with the coffee pot in hand and at his father who was smirking mischievously.

"Jake."

"Father."

A moment of silence and then Jacob cleared his throat and added "Father, this is Rosalie."

Mr. Black smirked again, like he knew something they didn't "I had the pleasure of meeting Rosalie earlier today. Quite a surprise I must say."

A surprise. A part deep inside Rosalie sighed in relief. Whatever silent insecurity that Jacob brought girls home often, disappeared.

Jacob scratched his jaw "Yesterday we were at the party, and–"

"You don't need to explain, son. Please go to your room to clean yourself to have breakfast with our guest."

Jacob disappeared and again, she was alone with Mr. Black. Great.

"I'll go get the cups." She left the cup of coffee on the table where Mr. Black was ready to have breakfast.

Now with cups in her hands, she didn't know where to sit at the smile-squared table.

"Sit here, Rosalie." He pointed to his left. Excellent, she would have to stare at Jacob all breakfast.

"Are you new in town? I've never seen you before." Jacob's father said once Rose was settled in her seat.

She nodded "I've just got here a couple of months ago. I moved from Philadelphia"

Mr. Black nodded and asked the question she was fearing, "What brought you to Forks?"

She swallowed. Rose could not very well tell this man that her mother had been offered a job in Port Angeles's newest club, could she? "Work. My mom was offered a job in Port Angeles."

"I see." He must have sensed she was uncomfortable because he dropped the subject. "How do you know Jake?"

"We have friends in common I guess. I'm good friends with Seth." She cleared her throat "Seth Clearwater."

"I see" His eyes cleared with recognition "The Clearwaters are good friends and my son spends a lot of time with young Seth in the garage."

Rose smiled at the mention of Seth "Yes, he has told me. He adores Jacob."

Said Jacob appeared finally. He was freshly showered and in clean dark clothes.

"Take a seat, son." Mr. Black smiled. He did and started to serve himself coffee. "Please serve coffee to Rosalie, Jake. Don't be rude." Jacob mumbled something under his breath and did just so.

"Thanks," She whispered. He said nothing. Was he mad at her or something? She did not ask for this at all. Jacob served himself a plate full of eggs and started eating.

"I hope you like eggs and pancakes, Rose."

She smiled politely and nodded.

"If I would have known of your visit I would have prepared something to your preference."

Jacob rolled his eyes at his father and Rose tried hard not to laugh "I love it. Thank you." They started eating in silence. The pancakes were really good and the coffee was just on point. She enjoyed the breakfast and forgot for a minute where she was and with whom. When they were done, she said "Thank you for the breakfast, Mr. Black. I'll just go for my things and go home."

"You're very welcome" Mr. Black smiled "And call me Billy. I insist."

"Thank you, Billy,"

She stood up to gather her things. Things meaning her cell phone. She was about to open the door to Jacob's room when she heard Billy "What a surprise, son."

Jacob mumbled something.

"She says she's friends with young Clearwater. She was the talk around here when she came to visit Seth."

Rose raised her eyebrows. So he did know her.

"Quite a beautiful girl" A pause, "Beautiful grandchildren."

"Dad!" Jacob said between a shout and a whisper "What's wrong with you? You didn't tell her that, did you?"

"Of course not, son," Billy chuckled. "But you're being safe, right–"

Oh, God.

She couldn't bear to hear anymore so she entered Jacob's room to fetch her cellphone.

When Rose emerged from the room, Jacob's face was crimson red.

Billy was still chuckling.

"Thank you for breakfast again, Billy."

He smiled and nodded.

"I'll take you home." Jacob took one last sip of his coffee "Let me go get my jacket."

"Do you mind helping me, Rosalie?" Billy said with a calm smile.

"Oh," Rosalie went around the wheelchair. "Sure."

They were waiting on the porch for Jacob when Billy said, "You know, he has never brought a girlfriend here before."

Rose widened her eyes. Girlfriend? God, she wasn't sure they were even friends. She only smiled and nodded at Billy.

"I hope my son doesn't mess things up like usually does."

That makes Rosalie giggle.

She still giggled when Jacob came back.

"Ready?"

"Sure."

"Thanks again, Billy." Rose grinned at him and went down the stairs.

"I hope to see you soon." Billy raised his eyebrows and went inside.

"What were you laughing at?" Jacob narrowed his eyes suspiciously. That only made Rosalie erupt in chuckles. He shook his head and with a smile, he put his arm around her.

The ride back to her house was silent. This time, Jacob was at the front riding. He was probably out of breath by now with her arms taking all air out of him.

Last night she was not really in her senses, but now that she was… Rose was terrified. When they got there, Rose all but jumped out of the bike. "I'm never going in again."

It was Jacob's time to laugh.

"Ugh," She huffed and crossed her arms in defense "It's not funny–"

He shut her up the only way she would ever accept. With a kiss. Rose sighed into the kiss and broke it up at once. They could kiss all day long, but they were kind of in the middle of the street.

"I need to go in." She smiled up at him.

"I know…" He went to kiss her again and grunted when she broke the kiss again. "Come on."

She looked up at him with a nonsense face that she really hoped would not break into a smile and give in to his touch. "Call me." She kissed his cheek and went to open the door, only to find out it was already unlocked.

Her mom was sitting in the window with a beer in her hand. "Hmmm, he's cute."

Ugh.

"Don't you think it is a bit early to start drinking, Mom?"

"He has a motorcycle and all." She took a big gulp from her beer. "Never took you for the motorcycle type, Rosy."

Rosalie rolled her eyes and looked at her mom.

She was in her old hooley pajamas and her mascara was ruined under her eyes. Her blond hair was a mess on the top of her head.

"I'm not."

"Oh, but you are." Her mom smirked, "When are you bringing that piece of meat to meet Mommy."

"Mom!" Rose blushed "Never, Mom. Never."

"Don't go, Rosalie."

Ugh. Was she about to give Rose The talk? Ew. She went to hide in her room. "I bet he's good in bed!" Mom said with that tone she used when she talked about boys.

"Mom, stop," She said behind her locked door "I'm putting on headphones."

"I hope you're being safe, Rose!" Mom laughed from the other room "I'm still too young to be a grandmother."

Rose dropped the headphones with shaky hands "Mom!"

Had so much fun writing this chapter!