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Neighbours	By : That-Girl-Han Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 2455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The morning light from the window poured in to the room, illuminating Jacob’s features as he slept. My fingers lightly traced his cheek, missing the little cuts, down to his lips… His mouth was slightly parted as he softly breathed. I gently ran my index finger along his chin, his stubble grazing against my finger, then up his jaw.
“Are you watching me sleep?” Jacob grumbled huskily, his eyes still tightly shut.
I giggled. “No.”
“Are you lying?”
“Yes.”
“Thought so.” His mouth twitched.
I leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth. “You look so cute! I could just bite you.”
Jacob snorted, slowly opening his eyes. “I’d rather you didn’t”
I smiled at him and shifted off the bed. I un-twisted my skirt and stretched. My clothes were scrunched up and wrinkled from last night.
Jacob rubbed his eyes and went for a glass of water on the table beside him.
"I could stay with you today, if you like." I offered, finding my mobile from my bag. Some more miss calls. All from Jen - she knew, then.
“Don’t you have work?” He asked.
I shrugged. “Not if you don’t want me to.”
"I'll be fine. Besides, you only started yesterday. It won't look very good if you’re off again." Jacob said, before sipping his water.
I frowned at him. "I don't care how it looks."
"Ness," Jacob rubbed his cheek. "I'll be fine. I think Dex said he's coming with the guys from the station. Go to work."
I hesitated. "Are you absolutely sure?"
"Yes."
"One hundred percent?"
"One hundred and ten percent."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "OK, but will you promise to ring me if anything happens or if you need anything?"
The corner of his mouth lifted. "I should hurt myself more often."
"That isn't funny." I wagged my finger at him. "Either promise me or I'm not going."
"Yes, I promise."
I exhaled. "OK. I need to get home and shower. I'll come back as soon as I finished work."
"You know where to find me." Jacob smiled easily.
"Yes," I leaned forward for a kiss. "And you'd better be here otherwise I have no problem hunting you down." I mumbled against his lips before gently pressing my mouth on his.
"Hmm," Jacob licked his lips as I pulled away. "I think you're starting to develop stalker tendencies."
I let out a laugh. "That's a worrying thought, isn't it?"
"Worrying....but sort of sexy." He gave a wolfish grin.
"Yeah, all fun and games until it turns in to something from Misery."
Jacob gave a throaty laugh. "Let's hope I never see you holding sledgehammer, then."
We both chuckled and the moment felt so good I didn't want it to end. It had seemed like forever seem since we were both carefree with each other.
I slung my bag over my arm and leaned in close again.
"OK, I'm off. Remember to call me if-"
"Anything happens or I need anything." Jacob cut in, with a little smile on his lips. "I know."
"Good." I sighed.
Jacob cupped my face and kissed me hard on the mouth. My fingers gently rested on his shoulders as I deepened the kiss with my tongue. Jacob let out a low moan as our tongues swirled with each other.
Jacob broke our kiss. "God, I love you."
"Not as much as I love you." I gave him a quick peck on his cheek. "Urh, do I have to go?"
Jacob chuckled. "I'm that irresistible, huh?"
I grinned. "Oh, you have no idea."
"Even when I'm battered and bruised, I can still pull the laaadies."
I snorted. "Don’t temp me to fetch the sledgehammer.” I glanced at the time of phone. "OK, I really have to go if I’m going in or I’m going to be so late."
"Alright. Kiss." Jacob puckered his lips. "Mmmmmmmm."
I leaned forward. “Someone is greedy today.”
“Yes, so kiss me.”

I ran my fingers along my desk. Ugh, I don’t want to be here. All I can think about is Jacob. The doctor came in last night to check on him. She said he was fine but he needed another x-ray of his chest this morning. That had me a little anxious. Maybe I should go? No, no.
He’ll be fine. He’ll call if anything is up.
I took a deep breath and clicked on the emails.

To: Jennifer Burke
Subject: Your womanly moustache.
From: Ness Cullen

Are you in yet?

Sent. I slowly sipped my tea. My computer pinged.

To: Ness Cullen
Subject: Your womanly moustache.
From: Jennifer Burke

No.
And I find the subject box offensive. For that, I shall not speak to you.
Good day, sir!

P.S How is Jacob doing? I heard :[
P.S.S. Do you have any chewing gum or mints? My mouth tastes like stale cock.

To: Jennifer Burke
Subject: Your womanly moustache.
From: Ness Cullen

Sorry.
No offence was intentionally aimed at your hairy face. I do apologise.
Jacob is still in the hospital. Broken arm, fractured ribs, mild burns and bruises. Oh, and smoke in his lungs.
He should be fine, though.

P.S. No, I do not have any chewing gun or mints. Haven’t I told you, no sucking penis in the morning?

To: Ness Cullen
Subject: Your womanly moustache.
From: Jennifer Burke

My hairy face forgives you. Please do not upset it again – it is fragile and I fear the worse.
Glad to hear it!
I take it you’ve seen him, then? How did that go? Still operation post-Jacob? More jogging?

P.S. Not to worry. I found an old pack of chewing gum in the draw in my desk. You like Weetabix in the morning; I like cock. YUM.

To: Jennifer Burke
Subject: Your womanly moustache.
From: Ness Cullen

Yes – I saw him, and spent the night with him at the hospital.
Oh, Jen. It was absolutely horrible. I made him cry. I felt like a monster. Everything is good now. It’s no longer operation post-Jacob and there is no need for jogging – EVER!

P.S. I’m sure you do – just don’t mix. Cock and Weetabix doesn’t sound very tasty.

To: Ness Cullen.
Subject: Cruel Monster.
From: Jennifer Burke

I felt the subject box warranted a change – like it?
You made a grown man cry? Tsk. You’re pure evil, you know that? Poor poor man.
Speaking of which: I made Nick cry once. I kicked him in the balls with my boots. By accident, of course. He locked himself in the toilet and cried. I felt bad then but it’s funny now. LOL! Bloody wank-splash :D
Ah, so you’ve back together? Good. Don’t break up again. It’s extremely awkward for Dex and myself, selfishly speaking.
Are you sure? I wouldn’t mind it if you wanted to jog down to Starbucks and pick me up a coffee? No?
Well, I tried.

P.S. No, you’re right. That isn’t a very good mix. And neither is cock with Sugar Puffs.

To: Jennifer Burke
Subject: Cruel Monster.
From: Ness Cullen

No, I don’t find it amusing. How very dare you. MOUSTACHE….now I feel better.
I didn’t purposely do it, Jen. I wanted to apologise for Spain and it all came out. It was very heart wrenching. He cried. I cried. We both cried.
And you say I’M pure evil? How do you look yourself in the mirror, Miss Burke? Finding joy from kicking someone in the bollocks. Tut.
Oh, yeah. I think Jacob purposed to me…..

P.S…..really?

To: Ness Cullen
Subject: WHAT?!
From: Jennifer Burke

Another subject box change.
WHAT?!
HOW?
What were his EXACT words?
Details now. Please.

P.S..….yes.

To: Jennifer Burke
Subject: WHAT?!
From: Ness Cullen

Would you like to be a Black?

P.S That’s disgusting.

To: Ness Cullen
Subject: WHAT?!
From: Jennifer Burke

DON’T MOVE! I’M COMING!

P.S. Yes. Yes, it is….

I chuckled and took another sip of tea. I had visions of her barging her way in, all crazed and wide eyed. Hah. I leaned back in my chair and waited. She wouldn’t be long. It isn’t that far from her department to mine.
I glanced down as scooped up the client reports in to a neat pile in the corner of my desk. I’ll get to those…in a bit.
Before I knew it, Jennifer was hurrying up to me. She plonked herself down on the chair, the opposite side of my desk, and crossed her legs with her hands nestled in her lap.
“OK.” She sounded breathless. “He said what?”
“Would you like to be a Black?”
Jennifer nodded. “Right. And you said?”
“Yes. Obviously.”
Jennifer pursed her lips then tilted her head. “How did he say it?”
I rolled my eyes. “Uhm. I don’t really remember-“
“This is important. Think.” She leaned forward and tapped my forehead.
“Urm.” I fiddled with my cup. “Well, we were just cuddling with each other and talking about stuff then he kind of leaned in to me and whispered it.”
Jennifer smacked her lips together. “And his tone?”
“Err. Gentle?”
“His facial expression?”
“What is with all the questions?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
Jennifer raised her eyebrow. “It’ll help determine what type of proposal it was.”
My brows furrowed. “Type?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “If could have been a, ‘let’s get married much later on, when we’re both too ugly to pull anyone else,’ or it could have been a, ‘I want to marry you now.’”
“Oh.” I frowned. “I don’t know. We didn’t really say much on the topic.”
Jennifer nodded. “I see. Well, if he was serious, he’ll bring it up again. And since I haven’t heard anything about this yet…” She shrugged.
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” She flicked her hair off her shoulder. “I’m your best friend. He has to come to me when he’s buying your ring. It’s like the law.”
“We were broken up, so it could just have been a passing comment?” I offered with a shrug. Although, I hope it wasn’t just a passing c omment….
“Very true. And when he does come to me, I shall steer him in the right direction.” She beamed. “No gold, right?”
“Right.”
“See? I got your back.”
I laughed at her expression.
Jennifer looked down at my mug. “Do you mind if I have a sip? Those chewing gums weren’t good.” She didn’t wait for my answer; she took the mug and gulped.
“If your mouth tastes like cock, am I right in thinking Dex’s probably tastes like flange?”
Jennifer choked on my mug, her hand flying to cover her mouth. “Flange?” She squeaked with laughter. “I haven’t heard that expression is years! Flange. And, yes it does.”
I chuckled. “Lovely.”
“Ladies!”
We both looked up to see Hugo standing over us with a board grin. He shifted his bag on his arm as he bent down to kiss me on the cheek.
“You look very well.” He pulled away with a smile before turning to Jennifer. “And you look like trouble.” He pushed his blonde floppy hair from his face as he stood back up. “What’s this about flange?”
Jennifer looked at me and burst to giggles. “Nothing. Anyway, I’ll see you both at lunch.” She stood up and headed away, still giggling.
Hugo sat himself at his desk, opposite mine. “I hope everything is better.”
I smiled warmly at him. “It is thank you. And thank you for the lovely bunch of flowers you sent. They must have cost you a fortune.”
He dismissed it with a casual flick of his wrist. “Ah, it was nothing. Is this your first day back, then?”
I shook my head. “No, yesterday was.”
He grimaced. “Oh. I wasn’t in yesterday. Did it get hectic?”
I shook my head. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
My computer pinged.

To: Ness Cullen
Subject: FLANGE
From: Jennifer Burke

Flange!
I think that’s my word of the day.
“Dexter, lick my flange.”
Yes, I like it!

I chuckled to myself but didn’t reply. I need to work.

As soon as I came back from lunch, I scooped up the phone on my desk and rang the hospital. I was absolutely dying to hear from Jacob and see how things when this morning. I impatiently tapped my fingers on the desk as it rang. Finally, on the seventh ring, someone picked up.
"Good afternoon, Queen Elizabeth hospital. How can I help you?"
"Hi! Can I be connected to a patient, please? Mr Jacob Black."
"Are you a family member?"
Fuck. Not this again.
"Yes...his wife." I lied.
"Of course. One moment, please."
Oh, shit. It actually worked! Cheesy music filled the phone as I waited.
"Hello?" His voice was curious.
"Hi! Its me."
"Oh, hello, Mrs Black. The nurse said it was my wife." I could hear the smile in his voice.
I blushed. "Yeah, sorry about that. They probably wouldn’t let me talk to you otherwise."
"No, don't apologise. I quite like it." I could definitely hear the smile in his voice.
"How are you? How did the x-ray go?" I asked, violently tapping my fingers on the desk.
"I'm fine. It went fine-"
I didn’t let him finish his sentence. "What did the doctor say?"
"Everything looks good. The smoke has cleared up. I can go home later today-"
"Really? That's great!"
Jacob chuckled. "Yeah. Oh, Rachel had a baby girl early this morning. Poppy. She's the tiniest thing I've ever seen." Jacob was genuinely excited. "She's so gorgeous. Definitely takes after Rachel. You should see her, Ness." He said wistfully.
“Maybe I could pop in when I come back later?”
"Yes, you should."
"I could leave early if you-"
"Ness, you don't have to."
“I want to.” I said, looking at the reports of my desk. I really do not want to till those out. “In fact, I could leave now. I don’t have much to do.” Apart from those reports.
“Yeah?” Jacob sounded hopeful.
“Yeah.” I glanced nervously at Hugo. He was smirking as he looked at his computer. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Alright. Love you. Bye.” He hung up.
He was eager. I placed the phone back and scooped up my bag from under my desk. “OK. I’m going.”
Hugo nodded, still typing away at his computer. “Anything to get away from those, eh?” He looked at me knowingly then at the reports.
I gave a guilty shrug. “I hate those.”
Hugo flicked his finger on a pile of some files on his own desk. “Tell me about it. Mine have been waiting a week.”
I laughed. “And I thought I was bad.”

I lightly knocked on Jacob’s door.
“Come in.”
I slowly pushed it open. Jacob was standing up straight, putting something a bag. I noticed that he was wearing his own clothes, a loose white t-shirt with a pair of grey Nike tracksuit bottoms, the ones that hung off his hips.
“Hello,” I said, my eyes locked on his behind. Even in tracksuit bottoms….hnng.
“Hey,” He smiled.
“You look a lot better.” I sat myself down on the end of the bed, watching him.
He nodded with a smile. “Yeah. They’ve loaded me up with drugs!”
I chuckled. “Great.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Yup. When are you allowed to be discharged?”
“Whenever you came to get me,” he gave me a boyish grin.
I grinned back. “Good. Did Dex come and see you?”
Jacob smiled shyly at me. “Yes.” He picked up the bag and held his hand out to me. “Come. Let’s go sign the discharge papers then we can go see Poppy.”

"Oh my!" I gazed down at the little human being. "She's so tiny!"
Jacob had practically ran up here, to the maternity ward, for me to see Poppy. He got so excited. And he was right. She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen - small mouth, tiny button nose, little diddy fingers, rasps of black hair.
Rachel was lying in bed, her legs under the cover with little Poopy sleeping soundly on top in the middle of the bed.
Rachel chuckled lazily. "She didn't feel tiny, let me tell you. Sixteen stitches."
I cringed. "Ow."
"Yes," Rachel nodded. "Ow."
Poppy's hand twitched as I stroked her little finger. Her skin was warm. And soft. Aw, my uterus hurt.
"Well, she's worth it. She's beautiful." I cooed, even her white baby grow looked incredibly cute.
"That she is." Paul chimed with a proud grin.
Everyone watched in awe as Poppy gave a little yawn, her hands stretching then clenching together, her little face scrunching up.
"That's the cutest thing I've ever seen." I whispered, afraid that I'd wake her.
"I know," Jacob breathed beside me.
The admiration from Jacob was obvious. It made my heart melt the way he looked at her. And to think…..no, Ness. Let’s not put a damper on things. Our time will come – I’m sure of it. And if not…well, we’ll just steal this one.
“You can hold her, if you want.” Rachel said, looking at me with a gentle smile.
I held my hands up. “Uh, no. She’s so small. I’d be afraid I’d drop her.”
Rachel laughed. “You’ll be fine.”
I bit my lip. “What if I wake her?”
Paul bent down and slowly scooped her up in to his arms. I watched, transfixed as he stopped in front of me. “Take her.”
I mirrored Paul’s arms as he gently eased her from his arms and in to mine. She stirred as Paul carefully withdrew his arms. I held my breath, afraid she’d start screaming bloody murder. But, luckily, she didn’t. She squeezed her little hands together as her mouth opened slightly, still deep in sleep.
Jacob’s hand on my lower back caught my attention. I looked up – he was smiling at me. I grinned back before looking down at her again.
“She’s so cute!” I whispered excitedly. “And she has that baby smell!”
Everyone chuckled.
Poppy’s eyes snapped open, I froze. She blinked up at me with her large brown eyes for a moment or two before she began to give her lungs a real workout. Shiiit.
“Ah,” I frowned, and signalled for Paul. “Back to Dad, I think.”
Paul just chuckled as he carefully took her from my arms. “Hello Pop!” He cooed at her.
“Don’t worry,” Jacob said in my ear. “She didn’t like me either.”

On the way home, we picked up Jacobs things and Buddy. I didn't realise how much I missed him until he came bouncing up to us as we walked in to Billy’s. And I forgot how small he still was. And cute. Gah.
"Right," I opened our front door and pushed it wide, allowing Jacob and Buddy in. "I’ll just get your things."
I paced back to my car and picked up his duffle bags. I didn't realise he'd only taken just his clothes when he left - he must have been in a hurry to get out. I tried not to dwell too much on the thought.
I set them in the hallway and shut the front door behind me. I wondered to the front room, Jacob was holding Buddy in his arms, studying the front room.
“Is everything OK?” I asked, leaning on the door frame.
Jacob glanced back at me then at the coffee table. “What did you do to that?”
Me? Doesn’t he remember he murdered it? “I didn’t do anything to it. That was you.”
His brow furrowed and set Buddy down on the floor. “Oh. Yeah…”
“Yeah,” I smiled.
He frowned as he sat himself on the sofa, wincing slightly.
“Are you OK?”
He shrugged. “Got a headache. I feel a bit achy.”
I pursed my lips and cocked my head to the side. “You know what you need?”
“Putting down?” He groaned, shutting his eyes and resting his head on the back of the sofa.
“No,” I shook my head as I gently sat beside him. “A bath and a sleep.”
“Then putting down?” Jacob’s mouth twitched.
I let out a laugh. “Definitely not. Come. I'll run you a bath." I held my hand out.
Jacob smirked and opened his eyes as he took it and pulled himself up. "Lead the way."
On the way up, Jacob picked up his bags and headed to the bedroom while I went to the bathroom. I washed the bath out, before stuffing the plug in the hole and turning on the taps. I looked around the bathroom….mmm, bubble bath? Does Jacob even like to use bubble bath? Of course he does, doesn’t he? Oh well, he does now.
I grabbed my bottle of relaxing and soothing bubble bath and poured generously into the bath. As soon as it made contact with the water, it began to transform in to bubbles, the tantalizing aroma filled the room. I stuck my arm in the water, swishy it around. Nice and warm. Lovely.
I twisted off the taps and headed back to our bedroom. Jacob was sitting on the bed, completely taken with his mobile. I leaned against the door frame, casually folding my arms, watching him.
"Your bath is ready." It made him jump a little.
Jacob looked up and smiled. "Thanks."
"No problem. I'll go get you a plastic bag."
Jacob's brow furrowed. "What for?"
"Your arm," I said. "You can't get that wet. You need to put a plastic bag over it and keep it up from the water."
"Oh," he regarded his arm with dissatisfaction. "I had forgotten about that."
"It’s only for six weeks."
"Six weeks is a long time."
"It'll fly by."
Jacob stood up and closed the distance between us. His hands cupped my face, pulling me to look up at him.
“Thank you.” He said gently before kissing me sweetly on the lips. He stepped away, toed off his shoes, and went to lift his t-shirt. He froze, winced and clutched his chest in the space of two seconds. “Fuck!”
I leaped forward. "What?”
"It hurts to move that much," he grimaced.
"Oh," I gently rubbed the side of his body, trying to ease his pain. "Let me help you." I whispered as my fingers dropped to the hem of his t-shirt.
"Up," I mumbled as I pulled the t-shirt over his stomach.
Jacob slowly lifted his arms and held his breath as I tugged the material over and off his body before throwing it on the floor.
The skin at his left pectoral was slightly yellow and darker than his natural shade. Leaning in, I carefully brushed my lips against the bruise. Jacob watched me intently as I kissed a bruise on his collar bone before shifting my lips to another paced on his shoulder.
My hands gently traced his stomach and sides as I lowered my head and pressed my mouth to a nasty looking bruise just north of his naval.
Jacob hands reached up to my head, his fingers in my hair, pulling me to look at him.
"I want to make love to you," he whispered huskily, claiming my mouth with his own.
His hands ran down to my back, locking me firmly against his body, my own arms tightly wrapping around his waist. He walked us back, our tongues dancing, until he met the bed with his calves.
“Your bath,” I managed between kisses.
“Don’t care.” He mumbled against my mouth before he sat himself down on the edge of the bed and held on to my hips, looking up at me. "Take your shirt off," he ordered, his voice deep.
It made my stomach do funny things and knees nearly cave from under me.
I clumsily unbuttoned my shirt before shrugging out of it and discarding it. Jacob leaned forward, his stubble brushing against my hip bone. My breathing hitched up as he ran his tongue along my skin, to my other hip. His fingers slowly slipped down my skirt across my knee and up my inner thigh.
"Jake," I breathed heavily as his fingertips brushed against my panties.
I felt him smirk against my stomach. I gently grabbed a hold of his shoulders and pushed him flat on the bed.
I shimmed out of my skirt and shoes before bending over him, my fingers grasping the hem of his tracksuit bottoms. Jacob held my eyes as he lifted up his hips so I could slowly pull them down and off his legs. Once he was free from the material, I crawled up the bed beside him, my fingers spraying over his stomach, and leaned down to kiss him.
He tangled his hand in to my hair as he ran his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I willingly gave it, my own tongue meeting his, in a wet passionate kiss. Jacob shifted me so I was straddling his groin, his hard erection trapped between us.
I kept the mjaority of my weight off him as I placed my hands on the bed either side of his head while I leaned down still kissing him. Jacob groaned against my mouth and circled his hips, rubbing his erection against my sex.
Jacobs hand’s slid up my back and unclipped my bra, pulling it off my arms and body before tossing it in a random direction. He dropped his hands to my thighs, slowly running his hands up, his fingers sliding my panties to the side as he stroked me.
"Jake." I screwed my eyes shut and lightly rested my head on his shoulder while he's fingers continued their sexy assault.
"Hmm," Jacob let out a low groan. "You're soaking."
I ran my tongue along his neck. "For you."
"Fuck," Jacob hissed as he bucked his hips up, rubbing himself against me.
I lightly nibble and nipped my way from his neck to his stubbly jaw. "Keep doing that and I'm going to come in my panties."
Jacob's long finger slid in me sharply, making me gasp.
"Come on my fingers." His voice was husky with want.
Oh, god. That was hot.
My breath was loud and patchy in his ear as his finger slid out of me, circling my clit then dropping down and easing back inside of me.
I let out a moan.
Jacob pushed in another finger as his thumb began rubbing my clit.
"Jake," I groaned. "Stop. Or....urhh..I'm..erhh gonna come."
Jakes other hand slid up my back, as he worked me. "I want you to come."
I gently sucked his earlobe. "I want to come with you. Inside me."
“This first.”
I wiggled my hips, rubbing his erection as his hand still slowly teased me. Jacob flexed his hips again with a hiss from the contact. The pleasure was building quickly and I let out another moan before I sat myself up straight, still straddling his hips. I gently pulled on his hand, removing his fingers from my panties and to my mouth.
Jacob held my gaze as I slowly licked his fingers before my lips enclosed around them. Jacob sharply inhaled, forming an 'O' with his mouth.
A surge of excitement rushed through me at the taste of myself from his fingers. I sucked on his fingers and bucked my hips, causing the much needed friction between us. I gently bit Jacobs’s fingertips before removing them from my mouth and taking a hold of his wrist. I grabbed his cast gently as I pinned both of his hands down beside his head. I slowly leaned forward, pressing my lips to his. His stubble was prickly on my tongue as I made my way down to his body. I trailed sloppy kisses along his bruised collar bone, down his pecks, my hair tickling his body.
"Ness..." Jacob groaned, wriggling his hands.
I peeked up at him. "Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?"
"No. Don't."
I licked my lips then slowly dipped my tongue on his nipple, making him jerk at the touch. I did it once more. I left little tender kisses along his stomach and chest, touching upon all the bruises that peppered his skin, as if I could kiss them away.
Jacob let out a low groan as I ran my tongue up to his neck. He wiggled his hand from my grasp, cupping my cheek and alluring me towards his face as his lips claimed mine once more.
"Take." Kiss. "Off." Kiss. "Your." Kiss. "Underwear." Kiss. "Now."
Oh, jeez. I quickly shifted off him, tugged my panties off my hips and down my legs as Jacob lifted his hips to rid himself of his own underwear. I leaned over to the bedside table and opened the draw, pulling a condom out before sitting astride Jacob again.
I bit my lip as his hard thick erection rubbed against my slick folds. Jake sat himself up, our bodies touching, skin on skin, his lips trailing along my jaw as I ripped the packet open and eagerly rolled it down his length. Jacob hissed as my touch. He pulled me back down with him, his hands gripping on to my hips as I eased myself on to him.
“Shit,” he groaned as he filled me.
Holy fuck! My hands scrunched up the bed sheet as Jacob gripped my hips, gently pushing me up then back down. I moaned as he repeated the action, sending me in to a slow frenzy of need.
“Jake,” I gasped in to his neck.
"Oh, Ness," Jacob breathed.
We kept rocking with each other. Jacob tilted his hips to meet mine as I lowered. Up. Down. Up. Down. Slow and gentle love making.
Our kisses were short and sweet.
"Urhh, Jake...." I moaned, riding him. Fuck, he felt so good!
My orgasm was quickly approaching, sending my breathing in to laboured pants.
"Jake. Jake!"
A guttural groan escaped Jacob's mouth as his hands tightened on my thighs, his teeth grazing against my jaw.
"Yes, baby. I'm close." His voice was low and rough in my ear.
My hands gripped the bed sheets again as I burrowed my head on Jacob's neck, my body tightening up with my climax. I bucked my hips, taking his hard length deeply inside me.
"Oh god," I moaned loudly, squeezing my eyes shut as my orgasm ripped through me. "Jake!! Urrh, don't stop! Don't stop!"
Jacob slammed his hips up in to me before his own climax took over.
"Yes! Unnng!"
Jacobs hand fisted my hair, hungrily taking my lips with his own. His tongue trailed my bottom lip before he slid it deliciously in to my mouth. My body sagged lifelessly, my orgasm finally dying down. I eased myself off Jacob and lay beside him, my hands on my heaving stomach as I tried to catch my breath.
I faced Jacob. “Did I hurt you?”
Jacob rubbed his brow; he was a little breathless too. “No.”
“Good.” I mumbled, shifting on my side, resting my head on his shoulder.
Jacob wrapped an arm around me, draping it over my hip, his fingers lightly brushing my hip bone. He kissed my forehead.
I glanced up at him, and reached out for his face. “I love you.”
He gave me a little smile. “I love you too.”
It made me blush. Jesh, this man only has to look at me and I dissolve in to a pool of giddiness.
My fingers trailed his stubbly jaw. “I like this.”
Jacob chuckled as he playfully nuzzled his face against mine, rubbing his stubble all over my cheeks. I started to giggle from the odd sensation.
"I think I need that bath now."
"Yes, I think you do."
Jacob fingers lightly tickled my back as he rubbed his nose on my neck. "I think you need one too."
"Yes," I breathed, his tongue was hot on my skin. "I think I do."

During the bath, Jacob kept dozing off. It was cute. I ordered him to take a nap and some pain killers while I pottered about the house. Buddy was quite happy chewing one of his squeaky bones in the front room; I was over-joyed that it wasn't my shoes.
When I had finished tiding up, I threw myself back of the sofa and pulled the reclining lever – kicking myself in to a lying down position.
Ah, that's nice.
I flicked on the TV with the handset and settled with Game of Thrones.
Buddy clawing at the sofa caught my attention. I leaned over the edge and he was obediently sitting there looking up at me with his bone between his little paws, his little head tilted to the side. Huh…that was quite cute.
I scooped him up along with his bone and gently set him on my stomach as I lay back down; he was so tiny, he easily fit. I absently stroked his soft floppy ears as my eyes caught on to Jon Snow. Hmm, he looked oddly familiar...
"Ness."
My head snapped over to the doorway. Jacob was standing there, lazily rubbing his eyes with a yawn.
"Hey, sleepy."
Jacob shuffled in and sat himself next to me, laying his head on my shoulder, shifting me over so he could lay his feet down, his leg threading between mine.
"What you watching?" He yawned again.
"Game of Thrones." I replied, my hand fuzzing up Buddy's fur. "Are you still tired?"
"Yes."
"Why don't you go back to bed, then?" I asked softly.
His hair tickled my skin as he moved in head in protest. "I want to cuddle with you." He mumbled sleepily.
I kissed the top of his head. I loved cuddly Jacob. Well, I love all types of Jacob. But cuddly Jacob was one of my top five. I was not fond of very angry Jacob.
Buddy shifted on to his side, knocking his bone off my stomach and between Jacob and me.
"He's so small and cute."
Jacob snorted. "Looks can be deceiving. He's a bastard a night. Total bed hogger."
"Sounds like someone else I know," I smirked.
Jacob placed a hand on my stomach, his fingertips lightly stroking Buddy. "I'm worth it, though."
I giggled. "But you're not that cute."
Jacob lightly nipped my shoulder with his teeth. "Mean."
"Did you just bite me?"
Jacob tilted his head up, still leaning on my shoulder; a small smile crossed his lips. "I might have done."
I playfully narrowed my eyes at him. "Mean.”
Jacob laughed and turned back to the TV. "Ness?" He asked after a few minutes.
"Mmm."
"I…I love you.” He kissed my shoulder. I got the feeling it wasn’t what he originally wanted to say. I let it go.
I kissed the top of his head. "I love you too."
"So that tattoo...when you getting it?" Jacob asked.
"Well, I was hoping to go to a tattoo place up town on Saturday. See if they can draw me a nice SB."
Jacobs’s fingers left my stomach and travelled to my hand, his fingers turning my wrist over. "And you're getting it here?"
"Yes."
His thumb wiped over my skin. "I want one."
"Really?" Excitement dripped through my words.
"Yeah," Jacob replied, still stroking my wrist. "But I don't think I’ll get it there, though."
"Where would you get it?" I asked, watching his fingers.
"I'm not sure. Somewhere manly." He chuckled.
"Manly," I giggled. "Where's that?"
"I have no idea. And I was thinking of having SCB."
"SCB?"
"Yeah," Jacob pushed himself off me, and regarded me with a wry smile. "I know you wanted Squishy Black but I want Cullen in there, too. For you."
I blushed. "Really?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
"SCB it is then," I beamed.
Jacob leaned down, his nose brushing against mine, and kissed me hard on the mouth. It was only a simple kiss but it still made my legs turn smushy. Jacob rested his head beside mine as he retook my hand.
"I meant what I said." He said.
My brow furrowed. "What?"
His finger brushed my left ring finger. "About making you a Black."
My butterflies kicked in to action. Oh god. Oh god. Jen said he’d mention it again if he was serious. Eeeek! "I meant my answer."
"Good. Your finger is awfully bare." He brought it to his mouth and kissed it gently. "But I intend to change that. Very soon."
Butterfly overload!! I giggled. Heheheheheheheheheheheheheh.
Jacob grinned at me. "But for the time being, should I go and get a Haribo ring sweet or a Hula Hoop crisp?"
I let out a laugh, Buddy stirring awake as my body shook. "It wouldn't last long. I'd get peckish."
"You're probably right." He chuckled. "Or I can draw it on with a biro, if you like."
I looked down at my hand with a smile. "Yes. I think I'd quite like that."
Jacob made an effort to push himself off. I caught his arm.
"I’ll go. You stay," I carefully picked sleeping Buddy up and placed him in Jacobs’s arms.
I quickly dashed in to the kitchen, snatching a biro pen from the counter and running back in the room, like an excited teenager. Ah, this is so exciting!! I sat myself self-down, crossing my legs as Jacob gently placed Buddy in my lap before taking the pen from me.
"Hand."
I held out my left hand.
Jake gingerly took my ring finger, and slowly drew a line to the middle. I giggled at him as he stuck his tongue out of his mouth, concentrating as he drew a small circle in my middle before attaching it to another straight line. He held my hand up, palm facing him, as he drew another straight line connecting the two lines from the sides in to one continual line.
"There," he grinned boyishly at me.
I giggled, holding my hand up and examining my new ring. "Thank you. It’s very beautiful."
“I’m glad you like it.” He said taking my hand and kissing my left ring finger.
I grinned. Holy hell, I love this man so much.
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