RENESMEE

"Welcome home, sweetheart," Edward whispered as he pulled Renesmee in for a tight hug. She wrapped her arms around his waist. She'd grown a bit more since she left, but she was nearing the end of her exponential growth, and she could feel it. It didn't take very long for her to reach a 20-year-old body before things began to slow down a bit. Her mind felt settled after Alice and her left Scotland, bringing Joshua along after staying with the Scottish vampires. She was ready to be home, to see her father and mother, to see Forks again…and see him.

Hi Dad. She whispered into his mind, and he gently kissed her forehead.

"Okay, my turn." Her mother says and yanks her into a tight hug. Renesmee inhales the familiar warm vanilla and spice that was Bella Swan. It was like waking up on Christmas morning as she breathed her in, squeezing her waist a little tighter.

"Mom, I'm gonna pop." She squeaked out and Bella relinquished her vice grip around her neck. She kissed her cheeks and took her hand.

"You must be Joshua." Bella says as a young blonde vampire emerges from Renesmee's black Tesla. "Welcome."

"Hello." He says in a rich Scottish brogue. "Thank you for having me." Ren looks back to Joshua and smiles. Alice exits the drivers side.

"It's good to have you back, Alice." Bella says giving her a squeeze around the neck, Alice pulls the rest of the luggage from the trunk.

"Feels nice to be back home. When is Jasper back?" She pulls out a large black suitcase and two duffle bags, hefting them both onto her back with ease.

"He should be here in an hour; he came back early to see you." Bella winks as Alice chucks one of the bags at Edward. He catches it in the chest, but hardly moves.

"I'll show you to your room, Joshua." Edward picked up his luggage also and gestured for him to follow. As they went up the house, Bella and Renesmee walked along the outside of the house.

"Okay so tell me more about Joshua." Bella said in a hushed voice as they walked among the trees.

"Mom, he's just a friend." She blushed and rolled her eyes.

"He's cute."

"I guess."

Bella nudged her slightly, her eyebrow arched into her hairline.

"Mom, I don't like him like that. Plus, even if I did, I don't think I'm his type."

"Oh please." Bella scoffed and put her hands in her jacket pockets. "You're everyone's type."

Renesmee chuckled and kicked a few stones off the path.

"I think he's not your type, maybe." Bella said with her eyes softly gazing at the forest ahead of them as they moseyed.

Renesmee chewed the inside of her cheek as a flash of black hair, copper skin, and bright smiling brown eyes flashed across her mind. She didn't want to admit how much she thought of him while she was away. She saw him everywhere she went, as if his ghost haunted her in every unfamiliar corner of the world. She ached with each sighting and woke up wet from dreams of him. She felt embarrassed since they had never been together in that way. He had always been her protector, a best friend, a constant, like her parents, but nothing romantic at all. This was the first time she felt this way and it started after she left with Alice. He would invade her mind, kiss her lips, hold her jaw as his tongue searched her mouth, touched her between her legs and made her scream in pleasure.

Her cheeks were pink as she thought of it and Bella glanced over at her. Bella bit her lower lip.

"Have you told him you're coming home, Ren?"

Renesmee took a deep shuttering breathe. Would he want to see her? Could she handle remaining platonic if that's what he wanted?

"No." She stared at the path ahead feeling the first few rain drops fall on her face.

"You need to feed, sweetheart." Bella's eyes searched her face. Renesmee hadn't fed since Scotland, and she was sure her eyes were as dark as coal.

"How about a hunt first." She held out her hand to her and Renesmee took it. She squeezed it gently. Suddenly a pair of powerful arms wrapped around Renesmee's waist and hoisted her into the air.

"My niece is home!" Emmett bellowed and squeezed Renesmee's ribs to the point of pain. She gasped and tried to laugh.

"Emmett, Jesus, don't kill her! She just got here!" Bella yelled and punched him hard in the shoulder. Emmett stumbled over from Bella's hit, putting Renesmee back down a little harder than he meant. She swayed a little but got her bearings and rubbed her ribs, laughing as she took in her bear of an uncle. His eyes twinkled as he smiled.

"You grew a beard." Renesmee said as she gently tugged at it.

"Your aunt loves it." He said waggling his eyebrows.

"She puts up with it, as long as it's manicured." Rosalie's smooth voice said over her shoulder. Renesmee turned and wrapped her arms around Rosalie, breathing in her clean familiar scent of spearmint, chamomile, and a hint of jasmine; her long blonde hair blanketing Renesmee's face. Rosalie kissed her temple and whispered, "welcome home my girl," against her skin.

"Did I hear we're hunting?" Emmett says, slapping his hands together. "You look like you could use a good meal, kid."

"What about Dad, Joshua and Alice?" Renesmee looked back at the house.

"We're going up to the mountains later, but you need to go now. Emmett?" Bella nodded over to Emmett.

"Let's go kid." He slapped Renesmee on the back, making her lurch forward. Rosalie and Bella kissed her cheeks and were already back up to the house when Emmett turned with Renesmee back to the forest.

"Found a few bucks and a mountain lion this morning for us, just past the river and into the thicker part of the forest." He said with dangerous eyes. "I'll race ya." Another eyebrow waggle and he was off. Renesmee began to feel the familiar coil of hunger as, she followed behind him, seeing the forest in clear focus as every tree and fern whipped by. She missed this. Hunting with her family, being in the forest of Forks, feeling the rain pick up and soak her clothing.

She and Emmett had quickly and easily killed a mountain lion and two bucks. He took the larger share as she didn't require nearly as much blood as her uncle. The green of the trees and the gray of the clouds were in technicolor as she felt her satiation pull everything back together. Making everything come into balance again.

And then she smelled it. Sandalwood, smoke, earth, and spice…her core heated as she followed it. Her eyes searching the trees, the ferns, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. She felt her nipples tighten as the scent surrounded her with her closing proximity. She walked through the trees, her eyes flitting closed, following a loud heartbeat, the buzz of a familiar mind…she rounded the trees at the edge of her grandparent's property and saw the back of a giant russet wolf, drenched from the rain.

Her slow heartbeat was the tympany to his wild rhythm. She wanted to run to him and put her arms around him, kiss him, drag her teeth across his neck and shoulders…but kept her feet planted to the Earth.

What if he doesn't want you like that? She thought. Her mind stilling her eager emotions.

"J?" Her voice barely a whisper in the rain. His body stiffened.

She pushed a thought…hoping. Calling him…begging him to hear her.

It's me.

He turned to her and she felt her chest crack open. His familiar kind brown eyes searched hers, his breath in great bellows of steam. His eyes were wide, his body still taking her in and what she just did. He shook his head and she felt him, prodding gently into her mind…she felt a coil of warmth as his word entered her mind for the first time.

How? His voice was gravelly, tired, tense…

Dad taught me. She wanted to tell him more. She wanted to walk with him and see his smile and hear his laugh. She wanted to feel his 104-degree hugs that felt like being embraced by the sun. He was exactly that to her.

Another familiar scent caught her attention and she turned to see Emmett and next to him a young wolf. She breathed in and smelled briny sea air, eucalyptus, and sage…Seth Clearwater. His sweet face not hidden by the mask of his wolf. She smiled as he approached. But then her eyes snapped to another. A blond vampire, walked out from behind Emmett. Joshua must have wanted to come out to hunt before the rest of the family left for the mountains. His eyes looked more relaxed, satiated, and golden.

There was a low growl next to her and Jacob stood in front of her as the three approached. She saw his russet fur stand up on the back of his neck, his teeth bared and deadly.

"Chill, Jake. It's only Nessie's boyfriend, Josh." Emmett hollered, his now golden eyes shining even through the fog and rain.

Renesmee's neck started to heat, and she huffed. "It's Ren, Emmett, remember?" She snapped back to Emmett.

Ren? She felt his voice blanket her mind and then he looked back at her.

"I prefer it to Nessie." She said with a little more edge than she meant but she really did hate that stupid fucking nickname.

Joshua walked over and brushed his lips to her cheek, a greeting that they shared many times, and she smiled as he did so. Not thinking about what that could look like to Jacob and her eyes snapped to him in realization. His eyes looked…different. Not himself. Her heart squeezed and she tried to push again…trying to explain but her thoughts kept meeting an unfamiliar resistance. A frenzied itch crawled its way up the back of her neck as she failed to reach him.

And then she felt his voice again, this time it felt thinner, less warm…

I'm happy for you.

No, please stay. She willed into his brain, but it ricocheted back into her brain like a boomerang. She tried again, this time her slow heart thrummed with each syllable.

I've missed you.

But he kept going. He ran back to the tree line. Her mind and body buzzing with longing and frustration. She watched as he disappeared behind the trees.

"Ren."

She turned to Joshua. His eyes gentle as he looked at her.

"Was that him?" She exhaled and nodded. His hand closed around hers and she felt that intoxicating relaxation that Joshua emitted. It was drunkenness or being high. Her eyes were heavy as she looked up to him. The panic in her disappeared immediately and she nodded to him and swayed slightly.

"What the hell?" Emmett grabbed her shoulder. She blinked several times as Joshua let go of her hand and she felt the world around her with more clarity, the ground beneath her feet more solid. She smiled up at Emmett and then looked to Joshua.

"I'll let Joshua tell you." She said as she righted herself, her gaze glancing back over to where Jacob had retreated moments ago but now with a mind that was slowly clearing.

"Better yet, I'll show you." Joshua extended his hand to Emmett. Emmett looked at him and his hand with brief apprehension, but then he closed his bear paw sized hand around Joshua's out of hubris tainted curiosity. Emmett's eyes clouded over, his body swayed slightly, losing some of his center. He started giggling which made everyone else laugh. Emmett's knees were buckling when Renesmee elbowed Joshua to let go. Emmett shook his head and struggled to stand up straight, laughing as he did so.

"80 years…it's been 80 years since I've been drunk." Emmett said through a chuckle, his eyes starting to clear up from the haze. "We gotta get you back to the house. Rose has gotta try this." Joshua chuckled and Emmett puts his arm around his shoulder, and they headed back in the direction of the house.

Seth stood panting in the misting drizzle, staring at Renesmee. He walked up to her and nuzzled her fingertips. She gently stroked his wet fur.

"Does he hate me, Seth?" His eyes met hers and he shook his head. She smiled at him weakly. He took a few steps forward and looked back to her, whining. She followed him and he continued forward. He began to run, and she paced him as they picked up speed through the maze of trees.

She followed him for several minutes at a sprint, the world around her in a misty gray and green haze. They arrived at a stream by an alcove of towering trees and Seth slows finally. He stares between the trees and as she looks, she finds a small cabin camouflaged beautifully amongst them.

"Is that where he is?" Seth barks at her with his smiling eyes. She turns to him, her stomach tight with anticipation. "Thank you." Seth nods and runs off back into the trees.

Renesmee stands there, her feet cemented to the Earth.

What if he doesn't want me? Her breath caught in her throat, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

What if I'm not enough? Her thoughts were like a hurricane, demolishing her confidence as she stood still as a stone. Scared to take a step forward.

"What are you doing here?" A harsh voice pulled her out of her state, and she jumped and turned. Her breath hitched. He towered over her in his human form. His copper skin and ebony hair soaked, steam bellowing from the heat of his bare chest, rain falling from his nose and chin. He stared at her without the usual warmth, but there was still heat there. Intensity. Anger.

"I…wanted to talk to you." She said quietly. A plume of steam from his breath filled the space between them.

"Where's your boyfriend?" His eyes flashed with more of that heat. That's what it was. Her slow heartbeat stuttered.

"Are you…jealous?" She asked, the corners of her mouth ticked up slightly, more warmth filled her body with the thought.

"Leave." He announced flatly and he walked past her towards the cabin. She stopped smiling.

"Please, J. It's not..." She walked after him. He reached the door, and she grabbed his arm. "You don't understand."

"What am I not getting here, Ren?" He said, his voice was poisonous. She paused and stood back slightly as he stood at the cabin's threshold. "You leave for a year to find yourself and then you come back with a boyfriend?" His voice shook the walls of the cabin, the trees in the distance, and her core. It heated her and she felt her own fury rise like a serpent.

"Who are you to tell me who I can and cannot be with?" Her voice was low, and her chest heaved as she spoke, feeling her limbs tingle.

"I'm not stopping you." He inched closer to her, his frame towering over her.

"Why not?" She said, her head cocking to the side and her eyes narrowing. "You scared to fight for what you want?" Something in his eyes shifted and he took two long strides and was directly in her face, his eyes molten.

"You don't know anything." He spat.

Her eyes narrowed and she put her hand on his cheek and showed him everything. Every corner where she saw him on the streets of Spain, London, Morocco, Egypt, and Argentina, every dream where he held her down and fucked her senseless, every night she lay in bed with her hand between her legs seeing his face, his eyes, hearing his laugh, his body, his mouth, making her scream as she climaxed.

She watched as his face shifted in surprise and shock. She felt her eyes prickle with tears knowing that she bared everything to him, not knowing if this would be the end. His perfect lips parted and his eyes, still dark, but lit by something different.

"And now you know everything." Her lip and chin quivered as tears fell in earnest. She took a few steps back. He was frozen, his mind was a buzzing minefield that she could hear and feel on her skin. The rain began to pick up again, her white top dripping with water, her bare feet caked in mud. She turned and began to walk back but was stopped by voice in her mind.

Renesmee. He was calling her. She felt the wall of his mind begin to fall away and she pushed back.

I may have left but you never left me, Jacob.

She felt the buzzing moving closer, the walls falling away, a bonfire of heat at her back…and she was being yanked backwards and a soft set of lips were on hers. It was better than she had ever dreamed or imagined. They were gentle at first but then when she opened her mouth to him, they became eager. His tongue entered her mouth and took over her senses. He tasted like warm cinnamon. She threaded her hands in his hair as she pulled him closer. Needing to taste more, feel more. She moaned as he put his hands on her waist and pulled her into his hips and felt his hard length through his denim shorts. His hand roved over her backside, squeezed almost painfully hard, and she felt the warmth between her legs ignite. He picked her up by her backside and she wrapped her legs around his waist, enjoying the pressure against her core, while she still feasted on his mouth drinking in his taste.

He carried her into the cabin, shut the door, and pinned her up against the door. He pulled his mouth away and the absence felt like an ache as her kiss swollen lips remained parted. He removed her white top, revealing her blue lace bra. He stared at her, his pupils blown wide as he took her in.

"Can I touch you?" He says in a long breath, her breasts heaving in her bra with each breath.

"Yes." She says pulling his face to hers gently kissing his mouth again. His hands cup her breasts, his thumb swipes gently over her nipple making her pant in his mouth. He leaves her mouth again to plant kisses down her jaw, neck, and chest. He kisses and licks the mounds of her breasts, and her legs tighten around his waist.

"Jacob, I need more." She moans as he rucks his hips into her making the coiling heat within her tighten and spiral. His mouth finds hers; his hands find her ass again and he snaps his hips, making them both moan. He picks her up and takes her to his bedroom and sets her down on his bed, the sheets feeling cool to the touch. Her hands gently tug his hair as he hovers over her, as he palms her breasts, and she gently bites his lower lip.

His hips rut into her wet core and her back arches, his mouth on her neck. He looks up to her, his hair messy and cheeks flushed.

"We don't have to do any more." He says, adjusting to create space, but her legs circle around his waist pulling him close to her again.

"I want to, Jacob." She says, her whole body vibrating with desire.

Please, please. She pushed into his brain and his eyes flit between hers and he kisses her gently, his tongue back in her mouth sweeping his taste into her. He stood up and helped her remove her black shorts and blue bra. He stood there; her naked body laid before him. She was surprised at how open, wild, and alive she felt. She wasn't nervous about being so bare, she wanted his eyes on her, feasting on her body. Her eyes flashed and her hand danced over her stomach, her thighs, and then slid down between her slick folds. Her head dropped back, and her eyes rolled as she applied pressure to her clit while he watched. She heard his jean shorts hit the floor as she continued to make herself even more wet. She moaned and felt his hand on her knees.

"Can I taste you?" His voice was low, the vibration made the coil in her belly surge with heat.

"Yes," she moaned, and he placed kisses over her knees and thighs. She moved her hand as he gently kissed her drenched folds, his tongue sweeping up to her clit, making her back arch again, her thighs tense. She balled his sheets in her fists as he swept his tongue down to her entrance, teasing it with his tongue.

"Dreamt of this every night for a year," his voice vibrated against her, and he placed more kisses to her clit, letting his tongue swipe over it and she saw stars. "Fuck, you taste better than I imagined." He continued to devour her as she bucked her hips, finding a rhythm that was inching her closer to her cliffs edge.

"Oh my god, Jacob." She moans as he places a finger into her drenched entrance. He pumped into her, and she is dancing dangerously on the edge of her abyss, feeling the heat build within her.

"I wanna see you come, Renesmee," he says against her core, the vibration almost too much as his fingers pump into her, her hips now sputtering out of rhythm as she teeters, ready to fall.

"Fuck," she moaned and feels her apex within reach just as he puts his lips over her clit and sucks. She screams over the edge and shatters, her thighs tense, and her core squeezes around his fingers. She floats above her body and begins to descend back into herself as he continues to move his tongue along her clit. She looks down to see him pushing his mess of black hair out of his face, his mouth glistening from her. He kisses her thighs and travels back up her abdomen, kissing her chest, her collar bone, neck and jaw. He reached her mouth and kisses her deeply, tasting herself for a brief moment as his tongue dips into her mouth. She feels him at her entrance, not quite lined up yet and her hips ache and arch, desperate for the contact.

"Are you sure, Renesmee?" His eyes were black and intense. She smiled and kissed him tenderly.

"Yes," she said softly. He reached down and lined himself up to her entrance and very slowly pushed part way in. She squeezed her eyes shut at a sharp pain with his entry. She gasped as he pushed more of the way in, and he watched her face as her brow furrowed.

"I can stop." He said, brushing his thumb across her lower lip.

"No, it's just pinches a little, but I'm okay. I want to, please don't stop." His eyes flitted back and forth between hers and when his hips didn't move, she wrapped her legs around his back side and pull him into her, forcing him to bury himself completely inside of her. Her back arched in an exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure. He filled her completely and he dropped his head to her shoulder as he moaned and shuddered. He kissed her shoulder and gently pulled back his hips, feeling electricity up her spine as she felt him slide within her. He gently pushed back in, and the pain was dull this time, feeling more of the intense heat of him, causing her body to flush with warmth, and her thighs shake. He kissed her neck and jaw as he slid back and forth again, and now she was climbing, seeing her ledge close by. He looked into her eyes as he moved his hips again.

"Okay?" He asked, his eyes black but apprehensive.

"Yes, you feel amazing," she said as his hips moved again, her hips finding a rhythm with his.

"Can I go faster?" He said low and gravelly as he bit her lower lip and kissed her jaw.

"Yes, please," she whispered into his ear and his hips snapped harder this time and she felt herself nearing the edge again. He slid back faster this time and snapped back in quickly. He took his hand and began to add pressure to her clit and she puts her arms around him as she moaned, her nails digging into his back. It was almost too much. She felt herself nearing the edge again as he hit the perfect spot inside of her and the agonizingly delicious pressure from his fingers. She cried out as her body threatens to go over again. He looks into her eyes with flushed skin and kiss bruised lips, checking her to see if she was okay. She pulled him to her mouth, kisses him deeply and his hips snap hard bottoming out and she is thrust over the edge. Her walls clamp down hard around him as her thighs clench together and she screams out another tiny death. Her back arches and her eyes roll back with her apex, and he rides her through her orgasm with sputtered thrusts of his hips. He grips her ass as his hips slam into hers.

"Oh fuck," he yells as he finds his release and spills inside of her as her walls flutter against him. His hips stutter a few more times until he is still, his head on her shoulder and she threads her fingers through his dark tresses, tugging gently so she can kiss his temples. He finds her mouth again and gently kisses her. His eyes bright, like she remembered them to be, but this time she recognized something else there. Something that she couldn't understand before she left, but she sees in perfect clarity now.

He may have imprinted on her, but she only realized recently that she may have done exactly the same.