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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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First off, I would like to dedicate this chapter to AceSpades, because it's rare I find someone with my sense of humor. I hope not to disappoint.
Secondly, OS X did not install correctly, but I also didn't screw up my computer, which means that this chapter, like the ones before it, shall contain smut. *Cheers from the audience*
Thank you, you've all been lovely.

“What's the problem?” I asked after a moment of silence. “Why isn't anyone talking? Did something happen?”
“Something...” Embry laughed.
“Thanks for that image, Jacob,” Leah added. “Because that's exactly what's gonna make this easier, you know, all of you chasing after the leech with boners. She'll run for the hills and never come back.”
“Leah, stop it,” Sam interrupted. “Jacob, try and contain yourself.”
“What did I do?”
“Bella, evidently,” Quil quipped. Realization dawned.
“Oh shut up. I can't help it. Fresh memories have a way of staying in the front of my mind. Anyway, it's not my fault you called so soon.”
“Enough. Quit arguing or we'll lose the scent. And Embry, quit picking Jacob's head. He doesn't need any encouragement.”
Embry blushed under his fur. He hadn't meant to look, it was just... interesting.
“Glad you think so,” I growled. Fucking werewolves....
At that moment Seth picked up the vampire's trail, and the pack took off.

I picked up another blue stone, placing it carefully onto the tower. I looked at them levelly, trying to determine if the green column was taller. I'd arranged six columns of more or less flat rocks in a circle. Satisfied that they were level, I reached for the final stone- a circular, flat-bottomed rock the size of my head. Carefully, moving only millimeters at a time, I placed the big rock on top of the smaller ones.
And, to my amazement, it stayed. I resisted the urge to cheer; sound waves might knock my precarious creation to the ground. Slowly, carefully, I backed away from it. I'd show it it Jacob when he came back, but until then, having me around would put my creation in constant danger.
Bored, I sat on the fallen tree and swung my legs. I looked up and down the beach, but it was deserted. No more howling came from the woods. The werewolves must have all phased, then.
And then, scanning the beach, I had an idea. I walked toward the cliffs, looking for a trail through the woods. My thoughts were fixed on the topmost ledge. I was sure that's where I had seen the others jump from.
Jacob probably wouldn't be back for a while, and it's not like I had anything better to do.
I lied, I thought as I peeked over the edge at the water. I had tons of better things to do. Dishes. Laundry. Homework. I could count the little flowers on the living room wallpaper. I could find some small woodland creatures to provoke.
I peeked at the water again. It was absurdly far away. For the fifth time, I walked away from the edge. Far away.
I'll back down the path and forget all about this madness.
And then, for the sixth time, I crept toward the edge, slowly, like I thought it would get closer if I stopped watching it for a moment.
“You gonna do that all day?”
I whirled around with a shriek, my feet sending a scattering of pebbles over the edge.
“Jake, you are going to give me a heart attack if you keep doing that.”
“Not my fault you're so imperceptive.”
“We can't all be super humans,” I muttered. No one knew that better than me. “What did Sam want?” I asked, changing the subject.
“He caught the scent of that bloodsucker, we chased her about fifty miles north, but we lost the scent.”
“Fifty miles? But then, you must have been gone for close to-”
“Two hours, yeah. So are you gonna jump or aren't you?”
“I- I don't know,” I admitted. “I'm making up my mind.”
“Well, so long as you're being indecisive, you might as well dress for it.”
“What do you mean?”
He gestured at me, hand waving to indicate almost my whole body.
“First of all, take your shoes off. They'll do nothing but drown you. Your jacket's not gonna do you any good soaked, either.”
My face flushing, I peeled off the light overshirt, and kicked out of my shoes.
“It would have been better to wear shorts, too. Or better yet, a bathing suit.”
Jacob regarded me carefully, one hand rubbing his chin.
“You should probably strip down to your underwear, actually.”
“Oh yeah, right,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“No, really,” he said, moving closer to me. He put his hands on my shoulders. “This fabric will hold water. You'll be freezing until you can get new clothes. And if you leave your jeans on, you'll have to walk in wet denim. You know how that can chafe.”
One of his hands slid to the place of chafing, rubbing gently to indicate his point.
“All right, fine,” I relented breathlessly. “I'll strip down, but you can't watch.”
“Why not?” he asked, sounding innocent enough.
“Because it's embarrassing! Now turn around!”
Sighing, he turned his back, even going so far as to walk a few paces down the cliff. I pulled off my shirt and jeans, praying no one was looking up at that exact moment. I folded them, placing them with my other clothes.
A strong breeze chose that moment to brush past me, and I was mortified at how visible the points of my nipples were beneath my pale blue bra. Upon closer inspection, these particular undergarments might not be the best for cliff diving. They looked like they might get a bit translucent when wet. I turned from the cliff to my clothes, suddenly unsure. If I drowned dressed like this, Charlie would be mortified.
I'd dress, and come back a different day with my bathing suit. Yes, that was a good plan.
I reached for my clothes, and almost had them in hand before a weight hit me from behind, strong arms catching me before I could fall.
“Not getting' out of this one!” Jake crowed, and before I could protest, we were falling, the cliff face flashing past us at impossible speeds. I barely had time to look down before the rapidly oncoming wall of water hit us dead on. It was only after we were under the water that I realized I was still screaming, huge, sound-filled bubbles rising from my mouth.
And then we broke the surface, legs bumping together as we swam in place, his arms still around me.
“I'm gonna kill you!” I shrieked. His massive grin didn't shrink even a millimeter at the threat.
“You liked it, admit it!”
“You liked it!”
“You bet I did! That was awesome! Aren't you glad you didn't put it off?”
“A little bit,” I admitted.
“Good. Come on, let's get to shore. You okay to swim?”
“Yeah. But you're going the wrong way.”
“Oh no I'm not,” Jacob said, with a smile that made me slightly uneasy.
A few minutes later we reached dry land, a beach on the other side of the cliffs. Here, the tree line went almost all the way to the water, only a thin strip of dirt and sand separating water and trees.
“Why didn't we go back to the main beach? It would have been much closer to the patch, I've still gotta get my clothes back, you know.”
“I know. But now we're farther from them.”
“Why would you want to be farther-” I stopped dead, looking slowly downwards at myself. As I had feared, my bra and panties were significantly more transparent. They stuck to my body like skin. My nipples were so hard they almost hurt, and it showed. Water dripped from my hair, covering me in beads of moisture, and I realized with a start that I was dressed in the full wardrobe on an underwear model.
“Cold?”
“Oh, shut up, perv.”
Jacob looked taken aback.
“I was asking a legitimate question.”
“Then no, I'm not cold. Why?”
“Just wondering if you'd like me to warm you up.”
“I changed my mind.”
“You are cold?”
“Yes. Freezing. My whole body is like ice.”
“Well I'll go get your clothes then,” he said, walking off with an exaggerated gait.
“No, wait,” I called, smiling. “I'll never make it until you come back. I need you to come here and share your body heat with me.”
“Of course, how silly of me.”
He grabbed me in a bear hug, hot arms wrapped around me, the full length of his body pressed against mine.
“You know,” he said momentarily, “All the water in your clothes is probably making you cold. You should probably take them off.”
“There's hardly any water in them at all,” I protested. “And besides, what if someone comes along and sees me?”
“I'll hear them long before they show up.”
“Well, there's more water in your clothes anyway.”
“And I'd happily take them off, but my arms are busy keeping you from freezing.”
“I'll just have to do it for you then,” I whispered. Our hips parted, making just enough room for my hand to slip between us and undo the tie on his pants. I heard them slip to the ground and, a moment later, his body was pressing against mine again.
“Still cold?”
“A little,” I squeaked.
He lifted me up, hands grasping my butt, and moved a few steps back. There was an outcropping there, stone worn smooth by centuries of water.
“I'll have to use a more directed approach,” he told me. “Now, would you like this bra to lose a second clasp?”
I shook my head, reaching behind me to unhook the hastily repaired clasp. I barely had it down my arms when I felt his mouth on my breast, his hot palms cupping them as he moved his tongue from one to the other.
“Better now?” he purred.
“Oh, yes....”
“Anything else cold?”
“Ah....”
“How about this?” he asked, sliding one finger up the crotch of my panties.
“Oh-” I blushed, knowing what he had in mind. Slowly, he slid my panties down my thighs. “Um, yes?”
“Are you sure?” he asked, one finger teasing my entrance. “It feels nice and hot to me.”
“No, it's not,” I assured him.
“So you want me to warm it up then?” He asked, voice barely a whisper in my ear. “You want me to suck on it and lick it until it's hot?”
“Yeeess...”
“Alright then.”
He spread my thighs apart, my knees over his shoulders. And then I felt something hot and wet make it's way up me, starting at my entrance and ending when his lips closed over my bud, sucking as his tongue twirled around it. His hands cupped my ass, squeezing gently in rhythm with his tongue.
My hands reached above my head, looking for something to hold onto, something to keep my arching back from actually defying gravity.
“Oh, god, Jake,” I cried, adding words to an already long list of moans. His mouth was so hot, his tongue making my already soaked pussy wetter. I drew my legs up, parting my thighs farther, and I felt his tongue slip inside me, twisting inside my body. I cried out, my body spasming as I came. He didn't stop, sliding a finger inside me as his tongue returned to my clit. His teeth grazed lightly over the sensitive skin there, and a second orgasm came riding hard on the tails of the first one.
Somewhere, someone must be reporting a bloody murder in the woods. There's no way no one could hear me.
“Feel better now?” Jacob asked, his body settling on top of mine.
“I've never been so hot,” I said truthfully.
“Good,” he whispered, tracing kisses up my neck to my ear. “Because now I need you to warm me up. You wouldn't mind me putting anything in your nice, hot, body then, would you?”
“I think if I come again, I'll die,” I warned him.
“Then we'll try something harder,” he replied. “Get down.”
Obliging, I slid down off the outcropping.
“Now turn around.”
I obeyed, then felt his hand on my back. Following the light pressure, I leaned over the outcropping, breasts pressing against cool stone. It was slightly higher than my waist, and with my legs spread I could only touch the ground with my toes.
I felt him pressing against my entrance, teasing me with his head, then sliding into me. His chest pressed against my back, his fingers twined with mine as he thrust slowly into my soaked body. He kissed the back of my shoulders, biting gently at the place my neck met my shoulders. He gradually increased tempo, going much faster than he ever had before. His breathing became ragged, rough. One of his hands slid under me, squeezing my breast as his hips slammed against me again and again. I could hear near-feral sounds coming from behind me, reverberating deeply through his chest.
I couldn't tell if he was coming or going, I was only aware of constant friction and a near-constant feeling of being filled. Small cries escaped me each time I felt him strike my g-spot, driving me slowly but surely toward yet another release. It hit me like a truck, and I cried out his name, My voice drove him to his own climax. He gripped my body tightly in his as he twitched inside me, emptying himself into my body.
And then we were sliding. Jacob fell backwards, landing hard on his back. And since his arms were around me, I landed hard on top of him. He didn't seem to mind. There was a satisfied smile on his face as he stared up at the sky.
“What just happened? Why did we fall?”
“I wanted to lay down.”
“Didn't that hurt?”
“Nope.”
We lay there for a few minutes, warm and content. And then it started to rain. Grumbling, we rose. Jacob offered to retrieve my clothes from the top of the cliff, and returned a few minutes later with them in his jaws. I looked away as he returned to human form. He pulled his wet pants on, shaking his head slowly.
“What?”
“Just, you know, the guys ragging on me.”
The implications turned my face tomato red, which seemed to entertain Jacob quite a bit.
We retired back to his makeshift garage. He messed with the underside of his car as I searched through his toolbox for whatever obscure instrument he needed. I had no idea there were so many different kinds of wrenches. Grudgingly, he told me about what his pack had said. I was simultaneously mortified and enraged.
“Why on earth would they be picking through your head for that kind of stuff?”
“It's not like we try...” Quil said, poking his head through the door. “You guys want some soda?”
“And now you're spying on him?!?”
“I've got grape, orange, I think there's a couple colas in the bottom...”
“Relax, Bella,” Jacob said, swiping one of the sodas. “We can hear stuff from much farther away. He wasn't listening on purpose.”
“How far away?” I asked slowly.
“Quarter mile, maybe less,” Embry answered, shoving past Quil, who was blocking the whole door. “Gimme one of the orange ones.”
“Nah, I think you look better in purple,” Quil said, pulling out a can and shaking it suggestively.
“Don't you dare do that in here,” Jacob warned.
“But it'll go straight out the door-” Quil protested.
“Yeah, until he tackles you into the far wall,” Jacob answered, taking a swig of his own soda.
“Fine,” Quil muttered, hurling an orange can at the shorter boy, who caught it effortlessly and popped it open.
“I'll take a grape,” I said. Quil looked from me to the can in his hand and back, then handed it to me with a huge, evil smile.
“I'm not an idiot,” I informed him, flicking the can top a few times before opening it. There was no explosion. Embry and Quil both looked crestfallen.
“So did you guys have a reason to come by, or are you just trying to cover my garage in soda?”
“Aw, can't a couple of guys hang out with their best bud without having a reason?” Embry asked, draping one arm over Jacob's massive shoulders.
“Yes, but you guys have a reason.”
“Aw, Jake, you've hurt our feelings,”Quil said, wiping away a fake tear. “And after we brought you shook-up soda bombs and everything. I thought we were your friends.”
Jacob rolled his eyes.
“Fine, don't tell me.”
“Oh, we'll tell you, but we can't right now.”
“Why not?”
The boys looked at me, then back to Jacob.
“The woman is here,” Embry whispered conspiratorially, his hand cupping his mouth. “We cannot let her know of our secrets.”
I threw up my hands.
“You guys are ridiculous,” I told them. They grinned. I stood up.
“I've got a paper to write anyway. And it's about dinnertime, I don't want to even think of what might happen if Charlie gets hungry enough to cook for himself.”
I shuddered.
“Will I see you tomorrow?” Jacob asked.
“I don't see why not,” I told him. “You wanna take the bikes out again?”
“Sure.”
Embry and Quil looked from my face to his and back, faces uncomprehending. I waved them off.
“See ya.”
“Bye.”

Okay, so I didn't update on Thursday, like I promised. I'm sorry. I meant to, I really did.
I'm cutting it off a little earlier than I meant to, but I'll start typing the next chapter right now. As soon as I upload, I promise.
Also, even if you have nothing to say, the rating feature is useful. At least I know that people are reading it and not abandoning me in disgust. ;(
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