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Making Do	By : Blahsblah2001 Category: Twilight Series > Het F > Bella/Jacob Views: 9136 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Okay, since most of you guys either liked it or wanted a continuation, here's a continuation! I have kind of a story line in mind, but even the most basic line is gonna take a long time for me because I'm gonna stick to a plot-sex chapter format, as you saw in the first chapter. Or maybe plot-sex-plot. And maybe if I'm in a mood, sex-plot-sex.
Also, on a personal note, during this chapter I discovered that further and farther are different words and that I have been using the wrong one for almost my whole life, as well as twice in the last chapter. Obviously I am a failure at writing. If you all can find it in your hearts to put up with my terrible spelling and grammar, here's the next chapter.

When I awoke the next morning, the sun was shining in through the window. Jacob was still beside me, but now he was propped up on one arm, looking down at me.
“My dad's downstairs,” he said through a grin. “He has no idea I'm up here.”
“What are they doing?” I mumbled.
“How should I know? But Harry Clearwater's down there, too.”
“Something manly then,” I mumbled, sitting up. I mentally inventoried the contents of the kitchen, trying to think of something to make for breakfast.
“Do you want me to show up at the front door, or should I just walk downstairs with you?” Jacob asked. His hair was tussled, and was once again dressed in his cutoffs.
“Front door, please,” I said, running my fingers through my own hair. “We don't need to scandalize all of Forks.”
Only in a town like this would that kind of news reach the whole town.
“Are you sure? They would have such funny looks on their faces, your dad would turn all red and you'd have such a lovely blush...”
“The front door,” I repeated.
I sat up, the blanket falling off my naked body, and the full force of what I had done hit me like a truck.
“Jacob-” I squeaked.
“”Change your mind already?” he asked, already halfway out the window. I pulled the blanket back up, covering myself.
“I had sex,” I said.
“Yeah, you did,” Jacob agreed, regarding me warily. “Have you decided to be mad, then?”
I shook my head, remembering the roars of fury that had echoed through my head. I had ignored them then, but now they were beginning to frighten me. Not because I thought he'd be angry, but because...
“Oh, god....” I moaned, falling backwards. Now, instead of Edward's voice, I could hear the sounds James had made as he was torn apart. If his rock hard body couldn't beat Edward, what was my sweet, soft Jacob supposed to do? My breath caught in my throat, the idea bringing tears to my eyes.
“If he ever finds out-” I started, sitting back up.
But Jacob was gone.

I dressed quickly, wanting to be downstairs by the time Jacob reappeared. Charlie, Billy, and Harry were in the living room, various bits of tackle spread out around them. A huge tackle box sat between them, half-filled with stuff. They looked like they were trying to put the rest of it inside.
“Morning guys,” I said. “Want some breakfast?”
“We already ate,” Charlie said, studying two seemingly identical lures.
“Let me guess. Fish, right?”
“How did you know?” Harry asked.
“Just a hunch,” I replied, continuing to the kitchen. There I poured my usual bowl of cereal and watched out the front window for any sign of Jacob. By the time I had finished my cereal, there was still no sign of him. I started in on the dishes, making sure to get every bead of fish oil off every plate.
Back in the living room, the dads were congratulating themselves. Something about violating the laws of physics. I dried the last dish and went to look. I saw what they meant.
All the stuff that had been spread across the floor was now in the tackle box. There shouldn't have been room, but I guess it just goes to show you: Never underestimate the willpower of men on a fishing trip.
“We'll be off, soon, Bella,” my dad said. “You gonna be okay here on your own?”
“Actually, I was thinking of going up to La Push,” I told him. He grinned.
“Well that's good. Finally decided to stop torturing poor Jacob, then?”
“Yeah, we, um, we talked last night.”
“Oh, Bella,” Billy said, saving me an explanation, “Do you keep anything on your windowsill?”
“Not that I can think of. Why?”
“No real reason. It's just, right before you came down, it looked like something fell.” He gestured toward the living room window, which was directly below mine.
“It looked pretty big,” he continued meaningfully, giving me a strange look.
“I'll check it out on the way to my car. Thanks, Billy.”
Charlie looked from Billy to me, trying to figure out our conversation. I grinned at him before continuing upstairs. I threw my bedding back onto the mattress, tidied it up, and checked out my window. There was nothing on the ground, but there was a footprint in the dust on the sill. I brushed it away, removing all the dust from the sill. Probably, no one would ever think to look there, but it never hurt.
Then grabbing my keys, I rushed out to my truck. For the first time in my life I wished it would go faster than it did.

“There she is!”
Seth's voice was annoyingly excited.
“She's heading toward your house, Jake,” Embry added.
“No shit,” I growled back. “Where else would she go?”
“She can come to my house,” Quil answered, playing my own memories back at me.
“Shut up!” I growled, wishing I was close enough to tackle all of them.
“Why don't you go see her, Jake,” Seth implored, almost purposefully missing the point.
“I already know what she's gonna say,” I replied miserably.
“Sorry I slept with you, it was an accident, it wasn't that good, and if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go back to fawning over my bloodsucking true love.”
“Fuck you, Leah.”
“Fuck you back. But that's what she's gonna say. And you'll go back to being her best friend who will do anything for her. Good thing Quil has a photographic memory, because you aren't gonna make many more like that.”
“She's knocking on your door,” Seth interrupted. Through his eyes I could see my house, and the girl on my front porch. She was through knocking, assured I wasn't gonna answer. Her forehead was pressed to the wood, and she was saying something I couldn't hear.
“Get closer,” three werewolves said in unison.

It was stupid to be scared at this point, I knew it. He should only have been in the woods five or ten minutes, enough time for me to make it downstairs. Even if he had gone back to to the reservation for his car, he should have arrived before I left. In any case, his car was still here. I could see the front bumper of the rabbit peeking out of his garage.
I banged on the door.
“Jacob! I need to talk to you!” How familiar this seemed. Since the arrival of the werewolves, it seemed like one of us was always avoiding the other. Suddenly desperate, I pummeled the door, stopping only when a large splinter lodged in my palm. He had to have heard that.
“Jacob, please come out,” I begged. “I'm not mad, I just want to see that you're okay. Please. Just show me that you're in one piece and I'll go away. I-” my breath caught again, “I won't come back until you tell me to. I won't even call. I just want to know that you're okay.”
“Why wouldn't I be okay?”
I whirled around, my heart racing.
“Jacob you scared me to death.”
He stood at the edge of the porch, leaning against the railing. He had a streak of mud on one arm, and a scratch on his cheek that healed as I watched. His arms were crossed across his chest and my eyes moved unwillingly down his body before I forced them back up.
“Why didn't you come back?” I asked.
“I asked first.”
“My question is more relevant.”
“You seem to think I should be in more than one piece. I disagree.”
“I only thought that because you disappeared out of my room and never came back.”
“I already knew what you were gonna say and I didn't feel like actually listening to it.”
“Stupid werewolf pride,” I muttered.
“Really? Werewolf pride? That's what you mark it down to? Not the fact that I love you? You think I called you a hundred and fifty times begging you to talk to me because I have pride. Right.”
I paused.
“I think we might not be talking about the same thing.”
I paused again.
“You just said you love me.”
“Yeah? What of it. Not like you didn't already know. Not that it's doing us any good at this point.”
I looked down. So he did understand about Edward, then.
“I didn't mean to,” I said, finally. “I should have thought it through a bit more.”
“Here it comes,” he growled.
“Maybe I'll be able to make him understand.”
A third pause.
“Wait, what?”
“If he ever comes back, I mean,” I said quickly.
“So until then, I'm, what, a placeholder?”
“I don't know,” I admitted. “But, in all probability...” I closed my eyes. The thought was still hard for me. “In all probability, he won't ever return. And if he does....” I looked at Jacob. “I can probably convince him not to hurt you.”
Jacob stared at be blankly.
“He'll be very angry with me, though.”
“Is that why you wanted to make sure I was in one piece? You thought the leech picked today of all days to come back and tear my arms off?”
“Well what other reason was there for you not to come back??”
“I didn't want to hear you tell me it was a mistake to sleep with me.”
“It was a mistake.” Jacob froze, like I'd slapped him.
“He can read minds, Jacob. All it would take was one slip and everything could come apart.”
“Everything referring to my limbs?” Jacob said, a light smile on his face.
“That, the treaty, both of you, your families...” I didn't want to think about it. I looked down and suddenly his arms were around me.
“Bella, if the leech wants to attack me, that's his funeral, not mine. You can't go on forever avoiding love because you're afraid he's going to come back.”
His arms tightened around me, burying my head in his bare chest.
“You can't protect everyone,” He whispered. And then, louder, “Besides, some of us don't need protecting.”
“Dumb werewolf,” I muttered.
“Yup,” he agreed. The tone of his voice changed. “So... was that the only reason you thought it was a mistake? Because you're afraid for my well-being.”
It took me a long time to answer. There were too many images to consider. Edward in the meadow, his skin glittering like a diamond. Jacob sliding out from under his car, a smear of grease on his grinning face. Alice's exuberant lifestyle, her dancing walk. Quil and Embry laughing and teasing Jacob about me. Edward's cool, hard, passionate lips. Jacob's warm, strong arms, surrounding me and keeping me together. Jacob's mouth, gently exploring mine.
Oh, wait, that wasn't a memory.
I pulled away.
“That's cheating,” I told him. He grinned.
“Did it help?”
I shook my head. His face fell.
“I'd made up my mind already,” I continued, pressing my mouth back against his. Our lips crushed together, nipping at each other playfully. Then he pulled away, smiling down at me.
“We should go inside,” he said.
“Why?” I teased, “Because that's where the bed is?”
“That,” he allowed, “But also because half of my pack is watching us.”
“What?!” I yelped. My eyes searching the woods for any motion. “We did that in front of people!?!”
“Mmm hm,” he told me, steering me towards the door. It was unlocked, and we'd barely shut it before reclaiming each other's lips. Without breaking the kiss he picked me up, my body light in his arms, and carried me towards his room. He laid me out on his bed, huge compared to mine. But I guess when it came to Jacob, everything was huge. I blushed at the thought, then giggled.
“What?” he asked, pulling back. “What's funny?”
“Everything about you is huge,” I said, laughing again.
He looked pleased that I thought so.
“Everything about you is soft,” he replied.
“You're warm.”
“You're light,” he countered, sliding one arm under me and lifting most of my body up to reach him. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding on. His arm disappeared from my back and I stayed there, nuzzling at his neck.
“You're strong,” I murmured.
“And what are you, a baby monkey?”
“No!” I laughed, releasing him and dropping back to the bed. His legs were between mine, his arms on either side of my shoulders. He stared down at me, taking in my body much the way I had done to him earlier. Then, slowly, he pushed my shirt up, exposing my bra. For the first time in my life, I wished I had something other than white. He didn't seem to mind.
He leaned down, kissing me again, his lips tarrying at mine before moving to my throat, torturing me with their softness. I pushed myself up at him, trying to increase the pressure. He let out a growl that was more like a purr.
“You should take off your bra,” he told me, his lips grazing the fabric almost too lightly to be felt.
“You.”
“Uh-uh. You.”
“You've gotta practice or you'll never learn,” I teased, arching my back to allow him access. He reached behind my back. There was a small tink as something metallic ricocheted off the window. Then the bra was sliding down my arms. He inspected the ruined clasp before tossing it to the floor. I gaped at him. Edward growled.
“You didn't have to break it!” I yelled.
“Yes I did. Tiny, evil, restricting clasps have no place in this world. Particularly when they're between me and-” he finished by taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking. My protests died instantly. My bra had not died in vain. He continued sucking, then running his tongue around my nipple. Then I felt his hand on my other breast, kneading and squeezing. He moved his mouth to the other nipple, running hit tongue over it and then blowing, his breath cold on my wet skin. He regarded it carefully.
“What are you doing?”
“It gets hard,” he said with something like wonder. “I thought that was a myth.”
“It's cold now,” I complained, and he pressed his hot lips against it.
“I know another body part that supposedly gets hard,” I remarked a moment or two later. He growled, pressing his body against mine, nipping at my ear as he ground his hips against mine. I reached around him, feeling the taut muscles of his shoulders, then making my way down his back. I slipped my hands under his waistband, my fingers splayed across his hips. I slid the waistband down to his knees, before I couldn't reach any farther.
“Bella, please don't do this.”
I drew my hands back up the insides of his thighs. He moaned as they brushed lightly against his sac, before continuing onwards. Lacing my fingers together, I wrapped my hands around him, palms barely touching as I stroked. My thumbs joined, sliding along his ridge and up over his head. He hovered over me, eyes shut, panting. I leaned up, suckling at his neck, running my tongue over his hot skin. I kissed a line down his chin, biting gently when I reached his ear. He shuddered, then began fumbling with the front of my pants. By the feel of it, he'd forgotten how buttons worked. Once he'd gotten the zipper down I released him, pulling my shirt over my head as he yanked my pants down my legs. Somehow his pants vanished along with mine, both of them hitting the floor at almost the same moment I felt his weight on me. His mouth explored mine, hungry and passionate. His hands pulled my thighs apart, and I felt one rub against me, thumb playing with my clit as a finger slid inside me. I bucked, pressing my wet folds against him.
“What do you want?” he whispered.
“You,” I told him simply.
Edward moaned hopelessly.
Smiling, he wrapped his arms around me, rolling us until he was on his back, my thighs straddling him. I leaned down kissing him as I moved. My hips slid back and forth, trapping his cock between our bodies. My wet folds slid easily up and down his length. His hands traveled down, cupping my ass. My hands on his chest, I sat up. I lifted my hips, positioning him under me. And then, slowly, I slid down onto him. There was more than I remembered. I could feel him pressing against the end of my passage, every inch of me filled with him.
I lifted back off of him, waiting until only his tip was inside me before sliding all the way back down. I leaned back, putting my hands on his thighs before doing the same thing. This time, as he slid back in, he pressed against that spot inside me. I repeated my actions, slowly, languorously, enjoying the feeling of his flesh sliding against mine. One of his hands moved, running from my buttock along my thigh, tracing along the crease of my leg to where my folds stretched around him. I gasped as he touched my bud, rubbing it gently, pressing it into him. I increased my tempo, moaning as I felt the friction from two sides, felt the length of him sliding into me again and again. I cried out as I felt the heat pooling in my belly, and again as it exploded outward.
Nothing but silence inside my head. Not so much as a whine.
I leaned back down, rubbing my breasts against his chest as I kissed him. One hand rested on his chest, toying with a nipple. With the other I reached back behind me, my fingers rubbing gently against his sac.
“Oh, god, Bella-” he gasped, legs parting to give me access. I concentrated, trying to keep my mouth and hips and hands in sync. Beneath me, Jacob was going wild, his head thrown back, the muscles of his stomach hard as stone beneath my body. I kissed everything I could reach, sucking lightly at the curves of his skin.
Then his arms were around me, one on my back, one on my ass, holding me still as he thrust up into me at speeds I could never have matched. His lips crushed into me, muffling his voice as he came into me. Exhausted, I collapsed onto him as he slowed, my body contouring to his. For a moment we just lay there, breathing, watching each other. He smiled at me, pushing a strand of hair out of my face.
“I love you, you know,” he told me.
“I know,” I told him. “I love you too.”
And it was true. In some kind of crazy way.
He leaned up to kiss me again, but before he could make it, there was a howl from outside. We both looked out the window, half-expecting to see a werewolf looking in at us, but there was nothing but gray sky and green trees. Jacob groaned.
“I've gotta go see what he needs. You gonna be okay here?”
“Yeah. I'll probably go for a walk or something.”
I rolled off him and he found his pants, rolling them into a ball and tying them with the drawstring. I pulled my pants on and began searching for my shirt. I'd deal with my poor abused bra later.
“Do me a favor and tie these to my leg, will you? After I phase, I mean.”
“Who usually does it?” I asked, following him outside. It was slightly odd, seeing a full-grown man naked in his front yard. And then that full-grown man exploded into a ball of fur and the word 'odd' took on a whole new meaning. I walked over to him, my bear-sized wolf of a boyfriend. He kicked one of his back paws before lifting it toward me.
“Put your leg down, Jake, I feel like you're gonna pee on me.”
He made a laughing sound as I tied the bundle to him, trying to keep it from sliding off. There was another howl from the woods as I stood. Jacob rubbed his head against my chest.
“Be careful, okay, boy?” I said, rubbing his ears. Then, leaning over, I kissed the top of his head. He responded by looking up and licking my face.
“Ew, Jake, that's gross,” I laughed. Laughing too, he ran off into the woods as a third howl carried through the trees. Smiling, I walked back toward the beach.

Who saw the farther? At least one person noticed it, you had to have.
For those of you who suggested Edward come back......oooooh, are you guys ever in for the conflict of your lives. Of course Edwards comes back, sillies!
Maybe tomorrow night. Nah, probably Thursday. I'm going to install OS X (Or OhSex as people seem to think I'm saying) on my computer Wednesday. Wish me luck.
Wish me double luck because I can't write this stuff on any computer but mine. If the next chapter posts in PG-13 format, you'll know something has gone wrong.
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