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All Grown Up: Jacob and Renesmee Part III	By : VanessaWolfe Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 9413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and am not making any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Going Back
- 2-Important Things
- 3-Walking On Eggshells
- 4-Run
- 5-Chunky Monkey
- 6-The Evolution of a Swan
- 7-Awesome
- 8-Normal
- 9-My Girl
- 10-Sex Hair and Ice Cream
- 11-Renewal
- 12-Secrets
- 13-My Heart
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-33
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 18
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Swan

I’d like to say I was looking forward to Valentine’s Day, but that would be a lie. A group outing with the soccer team was not what I’d had in mind. Our relationship was still new, but it would have been nice to be alone.
Nate showed up with a bouquet of flowers that he seemed very proud of, and a box of chocolates that I had no interest in eating. I thanked him, gave him a kiss for the effort, and choked down one of the candies.
I’d gone hunting with Mom and Asa the night before just in case dinner sucked. We went to a pizza parlor that was owned by the parents of one of the guys on the team for a family style dinner. At least we weren’t actually having pizza.
It was a cute little place, even if it wasn’t the most ideal location for the most romantic day of the year. One of the last couples to arrive, Mark’s parents seemed excited to see us, which was sweet. They’d pushed several tables together in the center of the room so that we could all eat together, we just about had the place to ourselves. There was a candle in the middle of each little square table. They were battery operated, but still.
As the serving bowls were passed around, Nate explained that this was the second year they’d done this.
“Who else is new this year?” I asked. When none of the other girls answered, Nate did.
“Just you babe,” he said.
“Oh,” I replied.
Once we all had what we wanted on our plates, the bowls and platters settled at various places around the table. I’d managed to have the meatballs end up right next to me. During dinner I took a few more, hoping no one would notice. I did actually really like the ravioli however, and complimented Mark’s mom on it when she came by to refill our glasses. She told me with a chuckle that it had been her dad’s creation “many moons ago.”
I kept hearing the other girls refer to themselves as the soccer wives all throughout the meal.
“You guys aren’t married though,” I said.
I was only teasing, but every chick at that table turned and looked at me like I’d just said something horribly offensive.
“Jeeze, I was just playing,” I muttered. As my cheeks turned red, I angrily thought about how I could probably kill every person in this building in under a minute. After all, Anthony had been yapping earlier in the day about a St. Valentine massacre or something, so it would fit.
I’d have loved to tell that bitch Lindsey that if I wanted, I could wear her intestines as a belt and her liver as a hat. I’d still look better than her, over there with that cheap ass dress trying desperately to show off her non existent cleavage. I must say I’ve got a much better rack, and I’ll still have it when she’s been dead in the ground for a hundred years.
Hunting last night had definitely been a good idea.
For dessert Mark’s mom brought out homemade ice cream for us all to share. Meals were more enjoyable when I didn’t have to pretend I liked foods that were at the bottom of my list. I tried to focus on Nate. He made it easy for me, and fed me bites of the far too sweet goop.
It was pretty sexy.
Later in his car, parked at the soccer field as usual, he enjoyed tasting it on my lips. As he kissed me hard, the sweetness of the ice cream faded and I could taste him again, which I liked much better.
I’d hoped my first Valentine’s Day as half of a couple would have been a little more romantic. I know this much, if we’re together next year, we’ll not be joining the “soccer wives” a second time.
Mollie

I was super excited for my first Valentine’s Day with Seth. I’d bought some sexy underwear just for the occasion. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. A little different, a little smaller, but not too bad. I was hoping we could experience another first together.
I had my own plans for the evening, but I didn’t know exactly what we were doing during the day. He’d kept it a surprise, but gave me enough information that I could be prepared. I knew we were going to Seattle, and that I should wear a pair of shoes good for walking. I kept trying to guess, and he let me because he said I’d never figure it out. He’d been right. When we got to our destination and I saw all the other people standing around, I started to figure it out. From the chatter around me, I could tell we were about to go on a tour. I couldn’t tell what kind from the crowd. It was a varied group made up of mostly couples, but not all.
“Ha!” I yelled when I saw the sign that proclaimed this to be the starting point of the Seattle Gourmet Food Tour.
Seth laughed. “Shit, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that!”
The tour was interesting, and delicious. The guide shared random fun facts about the city, in between stops at all kinds of restaurants. We tried a few weird kinds of sushi. Some of it I liked, some not so much.
The amount of seafood and saffron risotto we both ate went far past sampling.
“Hey!” he said to me with his mouth full, then swallowed. “If you ask the guide, he’ll hook you up with a recipe for this stuff!”
“Seriously?” I said, stirring it’s steamy goodness on my plate and picturing making it at home.
“Yeah! It said so on the web site.”
A small line had already formed in front of the guide of people who apparently had the same idea. I was pretty sure the short wait would be worth it. I was excited to try it out, especially on Dad, he’d really like it.
At the last stop we had some green tea tiramisu that was pretty great in a little cafe. It was a perfect end to the day.
With my back pocket full of recipe cards, we walked down the street with our hands linked back to his truck.
“Did you have fun?” he asked, walking in front of me to open the door for me.
“Yeah, that was a really cool idea. Thank you so much,” I said sliding in. He put his hand on my door to close it, but then leaned in.
“Thanks for spending the day with me,” he said softly. “That’s really all I wanted for Valentine’s Day, you.”
He gave me a firm, but quick kiss before gently closing my door, and getting in himself on the other side.
Oh, you’ll have me all right, I thought to myself.
As he drove, I scooted to the middle seat and snuggled close to him.
“Get over here, you,” he said, and wrapped an arm around me. While in the car, I could have my seat belt off as long as he was holding on to me. That was his rule, and it was just fine by me.
“You look really nice, by the way,” I told him. He had on a nice pair of khaki pants, and a polo shirt.
“So do you. I love these jeans on you.” His hand curved around my backside, and he hummed as he began a rhythm of gentle squeezing. I shifted a little, to give him better access.
We hadn’t gone any further then that, sexually speaking, and I was ready for so much more with him. I’d started taking my birth control pills, so there’d be no early surprises.
“I don’t want to go home yet, it’s way too early. Pull over somewhere,” I instructed him.
“Like where?” he asked.
I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Anywhere,” I said.
When he saw an unmarked dirt road, he turned onto it and drove until he found a place where the trees were sparse enough that he could pull off to the side. As soon as he did, I reached over to turn off the truck, and climb in his lap.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, winding his arms around me.
“Hello,” I said with a grin.
“So, why did you want me to pull over?” he teased.
“Maybe I want you to kiss me for a little while,” I whispered.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mmm hmm.”
As our lips moved together, and our tongues met, I felt his hands slide up the back of my shirt. His fingertips tickled the small of my back, and my sides. I put my hands on his and guided them around to the front of my body.
“Higher,” I said, separating my lips from his just enough that I could form the word.
“Really?” he said, touching his forehead to mine.
“I won’t break, I promise,” I whispered.
“I know that,” he said softly, but his hands stayed where they were, running his thumbs over my ribs.
“Please, Seth,” I pleaded. “I want you too.”
I wrapped my hands around his wrists, and moved his hands up a little more until they were covering my breasts.
He froze for a second as we looked into each others eyes. His slowly closed, as his fingers dug into my flesh and he murmured my name.
“Yes,” I encouraged him.
I crushed my lips to his again, and at first it seemed to startle him, but he opened his mouth for me and allowed my tongue to find his. As they tangled together, his hands gradually became less timid, his touch firmer.
I moaned into his mouth, and reached down to unbutton his pants. When I felt how hard he was, I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
“Wait,” he said to my surprise, stopping my hands at his zipper.
“Come on, it’s okay,” I told him, pulling it down.
“Mollie, hang on!” he said.
My heart sank.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Maybe...” he began, weaving his fingers through mine, and removing them from his lap. “Oh, God,” he groaned.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want anymore misunderstandings,” he said, his brow furrowed with worry. “You know how much I love you, right? How much I want you?”
“Of course, I can tell,” I assured him with a grin. “Now just tell me what’s wrong.”
“Can we keep things...above the belt tonight?” he asked hesitantly. “I don’t wanna get too carried away.”
“Why?” I asked. “I love you, and I don’t want to wait. Why should we? We’re soul mates,” I reminded him gently.
He took a shaky breath. “I just don’t want your first time to be in my truck. I’m pretty sure I’m sitting on a candy bar wrapper, for God’s sake. You deserve a lot better than that.”
“You had candy, and you didn’t share?” I said, trying to lighten things up.
“It was a Snickers,” he said, narrowing his eyes and smiling. He knew I didn’t really care for those. “Come on though, be serious. I don’t want to wait either, trust me. Just...just not in the truck. It’s not how I pictured it.”
We were quiet as he ran his fingers through the hair that framed my face, it seemed to calm him. I could see it hadn’t been easy for him to put a stop to things like that. Now I felt guilty, realizing I came pretty close to making him do something he didn’t want to do, not like this anyway.
I remembered something from a conversation I’d had with my mom.
“Have you ever noticed that Daddy washes my car more often than I actually drive it? He likes doing it though, it makes him happy to do nice things for me. So let him, even though it honestly doesn’t matter to me if it’s clean or not. It still makes him happy,” she’d told me.
I wanted to make Seth as happy as he always makes me.
“Tell me how you pictured it,” I murmured.
He smiled and looked down shyly. “I wasn’t gonna scatter rose petals on the floor or anything.”
“Then what?” I asked.
“I...I picture laying you down somewhere soft and warm...not my lumpy sofa bed in the attic. I know that first time is probably going to hurt a little for you, and I just want you to be nice and comfortable.”
I gave him a soft kiss for his sweetness.
“And we have to be alone,” he added, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “I want you so much, just not right here. The way we got together...it wasn’t quite how we wanted it to go. I want this to be perfect for you.”
He sighed heavily as I ran my hands up and down his sides. “Damn it, I’ve gotta get you alone,” he mumbled.
“How about this,” I said, my face pressed into his chest. “Until we think of something better, let’s go back to your attic, and get undressed, and get into bed.”
I felt him tense a little.
“We’ll leave our underwear on,” I said, looking up at him with a smile. “We’ll wait until we can make it perfect.”
“As perfect as you,” he agreed.

Seth

On the way home, I held Mollie’s hand tightly while I drove with the other. I almost regretted not going for it right there, when I thought about her sinking down on me, taking me inside herself here in my truck.
No, it had to be just right for her. I could wait just a little longer for that.
It was overwhelming that she wanted to be in my bed with me, the one I thought of her in every night. I’d been afraid to touch her before. I didn’t want to go too fast and offend her, but that wasn’t going to happen apparently. Now I was a little afraid of the opposite. Even if we weren’t going to make love, I wanted her to feel satisfied, loved and happy at the end of the night.
Once we got home, she hopped on my back and I carried her inside. I paused, listening to all those voices inside the house. I’d have to take a short walk through the real world, before I could get upstairs with my Mollie.
As soon as we were through the door, Pearl ran right up to us.
“You guys! I made you a card at school today, don’t move!” she ordered.
We obeyed, she stayed there on my back.
“That kid really does like school,” Mollie whispered in my ear.
“Yeah, but she’s only in first grade. Check back when she’s Dove’s age,” I whispered back.
“She might be disappointed when she finds out that in high school, we don’t get to use as many sparkles,” she said. I gave a little snicker as Pearl ran back into the room.
“Oh, good. You didn’t move. You can now,” she said.
Mollie slid off my back to accept the brightly colored card. It was for both of us, but Pearl said Mollie got to keep it. That was fine by me. I already had a big stack of her creations upstairs, and this one had an awful lot of pink in it.
After we thanked her, and talked for a minute to Sam and Emily about their dinner out, Mollie took my hand and lead me up the stairs.
When she closed the door to the attic behind us, I groaned.
“You know I love ‘em, but why are there always so many fucking people around us!” I said in frustration.
She giggled. It was such a nice sound.
“I know, but now it’s just you and me,” she said. The thought instantly relaxed me. It relaxed me even more when she slid her hands up the front of my shirt and ran them over my chest, and down my abs. I stayed still as she removed my shirt, and even more still as she unbuttoned my pants.
“Underwear on,” she said, reminding either me, or herself. “I really like your underwear.” She touched the waistband of my grey boxer briefs, and I made a mental note to buy a few dozen more. My desire for her would have been impossible to hide now, she was looking right at it, but I didn‘t even want to try.
“Can I do yours now?” I asked, fingering the hem of her shirt.
She nodded.
I knew she’d let me, she wasn’t going to tell me no tonight, no matter what. Now that I knew it, I just needed to control myself a little.
I’ve seen her in a swimsuit plenty of times, it’s not any different, I tried to tell myself.
She raised her arms so that I could peel off her shirt.
I was wrong, she doesn’t have any swimsuits like this. Her bra was very simple, black and sheer enough that nothing was left to the imagination. I had to close my eyes. I opened them when her hand touched my face.
“Look, Seth. I want you to. I wore this just for you...I hope you like it,” she said.
“I do,” I promised, letting my eyes drift down to her chest. I reached out my hands, trying to get quickly used to the fact that I was allowed to touch her anywhere.
I ran the backs of my fingers across the underside of her flawless breasts, making her shiver slightly. I massaged the sides of them, watching the way it made them move. When I saw her nipples harden and contract, I couldn’t resist giving them a little pinch, just to see her reaction.
She gasped and dug her nails into my biceps.
There can be more of that later, I need to get her undressed so we can get into bed.
As I unbuttoned her jeans, my fingers trembled a little. As she kicked off her shoes, I couldn’t decide if I hoped her panties were sheer just like her bra. The more gentlemanly part of me that wanted to give her that perfect evening alone hoped they weren’t. The part of me that wanted to take her right this minute hoped they were, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.
The gentleman won. These were black, but not sheer. They were also tiny, from what I could see so far. There was only a thin string connecting the front to the back. I dropped down to my knees, and pressed my face against her flat stomach as I slid her jeans down. As she stepped out of them, I placed open mouthed kisses on her skin, just above the small triangle covering her from me. She whimpered a little, and gripped my shoulders tightly when I started to gently nip at her.
My lips traveled to the side, to the curve of her hip that was bare except for that string. I looked up at her, and she looked down at me with hooded eyes as I pulled at it with my teeth. I kept moving down, wanting to discover all these new places I’d never kissed before. I wrapped my arms around her legs and felt the backs of her thighs as I kissed her knee, and down her shin.
When my mouth reached her ankles, I placed my hands on either side of her feet, ready to show them my adoration, too. The skin on the tops of her feet was incredibly soft. I ran my tongue along the delicate bones a few times, then kissed each lovely little toe.
“Sweetheart?” she whispered.
I raised my head to look up at my angel.
“Let’s get into bed.”
Oh, right. The bed.
I stood up straight, my hands gliding along her body as I did so. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I carried her the short distance to my bed. I crawled in as she clung to me, and settled us on our sides. She had other ideas, and rolled us so that she was on top of me.
When I looked up at her, it was like a fantasy come true. My stomach tightened and I thought I was going to loose it, right in my underwear. I had to close my eyes.
Downstairs, I heard Emily shouting across the house for Dove to get off the phone and finish her homework. It was a reminder of why we had to keep ourselves in check right now.
I felt Mollie’s little hands cradling my face.
“Why do you keep closing your eyes?” she asked softly.
“I want you so bad I can hardly stand it,” I said, opening them again.
She grinned down at me. “Soon enough you will have me, my love.”
“My love,” I repeated back to her. “I like that a lot.”
We rolled around and explored each others bodies while sharing deep, slow kisses and quiet whispers.
It was paradise, until we eventually had to part like we always did. Nights away from her were becoming painful. I wondered how much better I would sleep, if I could do it with her beautiful body in my arms, and her sweet scent surrounding me.
I hadn’t told her yet, but I’d been saving up for a place of our own for years. Soon, we wouldn’t have to say goodbye anymore. It couldn’t come soon enough.

A/N: Well, those were two very different dates! Mollie sure is ready to go. I’ve been impressed with a lot of the reviews that mention her lately, you guys know her really well! Another note about awesome reviews, it was great to have a gentleman’s point of view on Anthony’s secret magazine.
Til next time, be safe ;)
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