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The Scent
By : LadyNarayamaan
Category: Twilight Series > Het
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AN – I have decided to stop bitching. :) *throws confetti all about*

Questions will be answered if posed.

Many Thanks to:

monk – Thank you so much, glad you like it. And cookie for you, for reviewing. Makes my day :)

Gaps of Misery – I had a hard time writing the first chapter myself. It was slow cadenced, building up to “le smut”. And it does seem like he wants to eat her, instead of “eat” her.
My bad ;)
I am glad you appreciated the second chapter, trust me, it’s my favourite as well.
I am continuing this, so expect more scenes like that to come.
I am tremendously flattered by what you said about my writing style. It makes me happy, since English is not my mother language, but the language of my heart and devious thoughts.
Hope it is enough to keep you with me.

-**Meeting**- /J POV

I’d caught her scent after being, for god knows how many hours roaming the streets.
I had to find her. I had to apologize, in some way, for what happened in the train.

I didn’t even see as she stepped off from it in a daze. It was her stop.

I was still dumbfounded by what happened less then five minutes ago to actually do something. The time I got around to think properly, the train had started moving, and I caught the sight of her, outside. Her eyes had find mine and widened. In something I could only describe as a butt load of disappointment.
She expected me to follow her. It wasn’t that weird after what happened in the little bathroom of the composition we were travelling in.
In that moment, I thought about opening the doors and get off the train to meet her. But that would be too suspicious, especially since I was able to do it without a scratch. I felt like a caged lion, walking around the little space that preceded the bathroom I was in, with her a little while ago.
I knew I had to find her. It was like knowing you had to breathe. I couldn’t explain it, but it was like that. I just had to.

I had seen that look in a face I was trying to forget a million times over, and somehow I wanted to make it right, for all the times I couldn’t with another.
It was… painful to think about it. About her.

Bella.

I shook my head and waited impatiently for the next stop, where I purchased a new ticket to go back. I almost thought about phasing, but I didn’t know the woods here, and besides, I didn’t have someone to tie my backpack (the only possession I had actually) to my hind leg. So I sat, impatiently for the train to come in track.

During the trip I thought about the basics.
Questions.
One: I didn’t know the town I was heading.
Two: It was getting darker, and I didn’t have a place to sleep.
Three: How the hell was I going to find her?
Answers.
One: Who gives a crap?
Two: I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I found her.
Three: Follow her scent.

And it was easy enough to do it: it was still fresh in my mind, absorbing any rational thought as it did.

I didn’t think why did it happen, or how Bella was suddenly on the back of my mind, like a program running in the background only.

I didn’t sleep, trying to grasp her scent after I got to the train station. Unfortunately it had disappeared a little into the street. She had probably taken a cab or something.

It was about noon when I caught it again, so I followed it religiously. It had taken me to a little store. There was a painting in exhibition on the glass.

A wolf’s outlined silhouette cut against a full moon, near a cliff.

I almost laughed at it. The trail ended at the door, so she had to be inside. I could wait until she got out probably… And she would probably call the cops accusing me of stalking or something. Maybe it was best to be in a place with witnesses.

My hand went to the door, and I pushed it, letting myself in.

And my eyes were immediately drawn to her.

She was standing on the far end of the store, talking to a man. With an absentminded smile, one arm around her waist, the other arm’s elbow setting on it, with a pencil on her hand, the end of it tapping her full lips as she listened to him.

She was dressed in bright colours; it had nothing to do with what she was wearing yesterday. Not that I cared much either, the fabric had annoying at the time. But I remembered it was black. And, thankfully, stretch. Now she was wearing jeans, light coloured ones, a two set of long sleeveless shirts, yellow and brown, leaving her collarbones bare. An Indian necklace on her neck, and a little strand of her hair was braided, caught with a band with a little white feather. I almost laughed at it. Indian style, after being with me… Maybe she liked it. A fetish or something of the sort, for everything Native American. And, well, I was one. Maybe I was over thinking this. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here… But…

Don’t derail Jake.

She sighed deeply, as the man was gesturing, looking almost like a crazy person, her chest heaving as she did, making evident the cleavage of the small breasts hugged closely by her position.

I remember how they smelt.
How they tasted against my lips, the scent as I breathed in between almost desperate attempts to taste what I could…
My hands were closed in fists at the side of my legs as the scene hit me with full force. And the scent was as fresh as I was doing it right now. I felt my heart pound against my ribcage as it was wanting out.

"Good afternoon Sir, how may I help you?" A feminine voice broke the line of my thoughts.

It took me three full seconds to look at her, and remember where I was. That was good, because, the way my thoughts were leading me, I would end up doing something I would probably regret later and not care about audience.

"I …" Needed to get a quick answer before she thought me retarded. Although she was looking at me like… She was interested it seemed. I practiced my best smile. "...want to know about the painting." And pointed over my shoulder with my thumb, to the wolf’s painting.

She smiled brightly at me, one hand going to her hair and pulling the dark strands behind her ear in a meaning to be sensual move, her posture screaming interest.

"Oh, that’s from our resident artist" And she giggled as it was an inside joke "You are lucky. She is still in, hasn’t gone for lunch yet."

And my ears stopped listening at “she”. There were only four persons in that store: me, the dark haired woman, the gesturing man and… her.

"Oh." I cleared my throat. Conflicting feelings. Now that I was going to talk to her, I felt… Young. As I really was. She was what? Twenty-two? Twenty-four?
I didn’t even know her name. We didn’t even talk did we? I don’t remember. Nope I was sure we didn’t verbalize anything beside growls and grunts and hisses. Oh man, the hisses…

"Hun, this gentleman here wants to talk to you! Do you have a moment?"

My eyes snapped as the other girl called out for her.

Her head moved to the side, her bright green eyes looking at us and I was lost. Those eyes, staring ferociously at me, as I racked her up the wall with my hips… oh man. Focus, focus.

They widened almost as in slow motion as she recognized me. There in the emerald depths were accusations, panic and something else that I didn’t quite get. Her posture stiffened.

"I …" She hesitated. Her features hardened as she looked at the girl next to me. "Will be right there Norma." And she continued talking to the man.

I liked her voice. Yes, I did. It was low in tone, but very feminine. Mature. Grunted and hissed then… Swear words entangled with strangled moans. Oh so she did verbalize something, I was wrong.

Norma smiled at me; I caught it in my peripheral vision. So I tore my eyes from her and looked at the smiling girl.

"Thank you." I said, and my voice came out huskier then I intended it to be. She seemed to notice the difference, because her cheeks blushed one shade darker.

"Do you want to see anything else while you wait?" She said, again going for the sexy demeanour.
"No thank you, I will wait until she’s finished." I willed my tone to be casual, and almost chuckled at the disappointment in her face.

"All right." She said with almost a pout. "If you need anything…"
"I will call you." And I flashed a smile as I turn around to check the rest of the space.
I was in one of the farther aisles of bookcases, passing my finger over the title of a book called "Werewolf – The myth" when I heard her voice.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Her voice was monotonic, and the swear word seemed even more so in that tone.
It was not like the passionate little grunts I worked out of her yesterday… Fo-cus.

I let my arm fall at my side, and moved to face her. Her arms were both crossed over her chest, hands clasping her upper arms tightly once she caught my move. Scared. I sighed. Sometimes I forgot that I gave a hell of a sight of a beast, even when I wasn’t turned.

"I… came to apologize."

She seemed surprised. And then her brow creased. Her lips moved but she stood there silent. Looking at me but lost. Like the look she gave me when she saw me still inside the train.

"You didn’t have to do that." She looked down. "There is nothing to apologize about either…" She derailed, still looking down. She seemed so… small now that I was looking at her like that, defensive.

"I got the impression that I screwed up badly."

Her eyebrow rose as her eyes set on me again.

"You did screw all right." She muttered, not for me to ear I was sure. Bless whoever you want for my good hearing.

"I felt the need to explain…"
"It was no big deal. And... How the hell did you find me anyway? And why didn’t you go wherever you were supposed to go and leave me be? It’s not like you have to explain anything. It was a..." She lowered her voice and gave two steps towards me, cutting the distance between us, her face rising to be able to face me. "...fuck." She hissed, her arms still crossed over her chest. "That’s all."

Men’s brains work in a strange way. Seeing her like that, royally pissed and swearing at me with a hiss only made me think unchristian thoughts. Not that I was a Christian to begin with…

I lowered my face to be closer to her.

"Happens a lot does it?" I don’t know what I am doing. Maybe I just wanted her to slap me and give me a reason to have her against me again. The moment the words got out of my mouth I realised how bad they tasted. It was… bothersome to entertain the idea that she did that regularly. With any other male. Strange.

"What do you care?" She hissed again, poking her chin out in defiance, her green eyes hard as steel. "My body, my choice."
I glared at her but she stood her ground, mainly in anger. We stared at each other, the scent of her assaulting my senses, making my hands again fist beside me, as I fought the fire that was running up and all through me. Not the phasing heat though. It was something… I cringed my teeth together. Something… wilder.

It was the train all over again, her scent, her annoyance… And I lost track.

My hands snapped to her, around her waist, almost crushing her against my chest, one arm vertically up her back, my hand holding the back of her skull efficiently as my lips crashed against hers fiercely.

She gasped in surprise, her hands against my chest, trying to push me away, but I didn’t budge. In search for air her mouth opened – or was it to scream? – and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue past her lips. Her hands, trying to push me away closed on my shirt, clawing, her tongue lashing out to meet mine in the privacy of our joint mouths. Battling. I moved my head for a better angle of her soft lips, which I was abusing of, and her teeth managed to get a hold of my lower lip, closing on the flesh painfully. I growled, making us turn for me to smash her against the wall, my hands moving with inhuman speed to get her wrists and pin them to the wall behind her.

I looked at her, regaining my own breath that I realised I was in need, glaring. I could feel my pulse pound on my lower lip, where she bit down.
Her eyes were ablaze; her chest heaving rapidly, her heart pounding, in sync with mine as far as tempo was concerned.

"What’s with you and walls?" She growled, low, eyes blazing.

"It’s a fetish." I smirked.

"Let me go or I will scream." She hissed again. God I loved the way she did that. It had nothing to do with anything I felt before. I felt like I was on fire. And I was. My pants were telling me so. "Let me…"

"Try it. I dare you." Here I was again, doing things without thinking.

She cringed her teeth together, and looked dead in my eyes, squirming to get free. Her body moved to and away from mine, as she tried to get herself free from me, and it wasn’t doing me any good.

"Fuck." She murmured angrily. "Let me go. Now."
"What happened to screaming?" I grinned smugly.
She pouted angrily and tried to slam her leg between mine. Didn’t work, I was faster than her and pressed my body against hers to prevent her from gaining balance in that leg and hurt me.

I know she could feel me against her and the anger in her eyes passed briefly to second stance as they lit up again. That light that I saw yesterday. I couldn’t even begin to describe how it worked on my muscles and my breathing, which turned once again ragged, making my body caress her upwards, in a gentler manner but just as passionate.
Her eyes seemed to have glazed over, eyelids dropping to half mast, and her lips trembling with the rough breaths that pass by them.

Her eyes scanned mine, chest heaving, and my hands unclasped from her wrists, sliding upwards to tangle my fingers with hers, keeping her hands against the wall still, enclosing her small hands in my big ones.

"Why did you come here?" She asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I told you."
"It doesn’t make sense."
"Yep, it doesn’t. But that was why I came for." Wasn’t it? I slapped the little questioning voice inside my head that was starting to make stupid questions I didn’t want to answer.
She kept silent, eyes still roaming over mine.
"You’re hot." She whispered in a matter of fact tone. Almost like an afterthought, that didn’t make any sense either. I smiled despite myself.
"Thank you." And I smirked a bit.
She clicked her tongue in something akin to annoyance.
My body froze a bit, as I listened to a conversation going on the front of the store.
"Someone’s coming." She stiffened. "Do you know a Jay? He’s here, looking for someone called Isa..."
I could hear her gasp. Confusion and fear, but not blind one racked through her features.
"Damn it. Let me go, now."
She seemed fidgety.
"Why?"
"Because we are both in a position that will pose questions I am not ready to answer. I don’t even know how to answer them…" She whispered that last part.
Even if I didn’t want to let go, I did so, sensing something was off. I gave a step back and she walked around me to the front of the store, her steps quick, but somewhat off balance. She stopped by the end of the bookcase, her hand going to it for support: I had rotated my torso to look at her, standing ground still, my eyes meeting hers as she did the same.
"I…" She stopped, shaking her head a bit. "We need to talk?"
It was a question.
"I think so, yeah." I answered.
"Because you won’t be leaving soon are you?"
I shook my head, answering her. Actually I didn’t know why. But I didn’t want to leave her. Not just yet. We did need to talk. I needed to know what the hell was going on with me. The prospect of what it could be was a little off. This couldn’t be what I was thinking it was. By what people told me, it was a gentle, intense loving. Admiration and adoration. Not a will to pounce at her like this was. It reminded me more like wolves in heat then selfless love.
She looked at the front of the store again.
"I will be right back." She murmured.

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