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Courtesan	By : Shelindrea Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 4787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 37

NPOV
            I could not fathom where I was. The room was small and dimly lit. Shadows danced upon bare walls as the candle guttered on the bedside table. There was a comfortable aroma of beeswax that made me think of childhood. I closed my eyes again trying to focus. There were sounds. I focused on the ethereal hum. It was singing. How strange. It was a tune that spoke to my memory and my mind latched on to its familiar intonation. A chant that was what it was. The sisters must be gathering for prime. I was late. Why was I still abed? The sisters never allowed us to lie in bed once they rang the bell. I knew I best rise and hurry to chapel.
            I pushed up with my arms and arched my back to stretch my stiffened muscles. Instantly I was assaulted by the most intense pain I had ever felt. I sucked in a breath through my teeth and froze in the position I had moved into. Why was I in such pain?
            “Oh my God! Fetch Edward!” said a strong voice before I felt warm hands brace my shoulders. “Ness, It’s all is well. You are safe. Please let me help you.”
            I felt myself eased into a seated position, and continued to breathe deeply as the room swam about me. The aroma of sandalwood and man assaulted my senses. It was the most wonderful scent in the world and I found myself burying my nose into a warm wall of muscle.
            “Oh, Ness, I have been so frightened. Can you open your eyes, love?”
            I forced myself to pull back from the wonderful embrace, and focused on lifting my heavy lids. When I did I saw the face of an angel, my angel. I lifted my hand to cup his face. “Jacob,” I sighed.
            “Yes, love it’s me.” He leaned in and gave me the softest kiss imaginable. I wanted more and opened to him offering him entry. He took it, flooding my senses with the joy of him. My mind began to catch up to the fact that I was with him and suddenly I remembered. I pulled back from the wonder of his kiss to look into his onyx eyes.
            “Caius?”
            “Being transported to Volterra City in Aro’s custody. There to await trial.”
            “Trial? What is he being charged with?”
“The list is long and varied. Aro’s main charge is his illegal detainment and physical assault upon your person. Sam, Emily, and Leah rushed to the capital to inform his majesty of your wager. They hoped to forestall the consequences, but as you know we were too late. Aro, Felix and Carlisle arrived in Port Angeles two days after we did. The king was enraged, but he said he wanted to postpone the trial until you were well enough to attend and lend testimony against him.”
“They came all the way from Volterra City? How long have I been here?”

“Five days in all.”

“Where exactly is here?”

“You are in Sr. Chelsea’s convent. We brought you here after…”

“After…” my voice trailed away as his had. I could not remember exactly what had happened. I knew Caius had begun the punishment, but somewhere after he stripped me naked and tied me to the post my memory became fuzzy. As I tried to bring it all back into focus my heart began to beat a frantic tattoo. The reasons for my sacrifice came flooding to my mind and I needed to kno0w they were alright. “Alice? Bella? Emily?”
            “All safe and well.”
            “You mean I did it? I won?”
            “Yes, love, you are free.”
            I felt the tears upon my cheeks before I collapsed upon his chest. His hands wound into my hair as he rained kisses upon my brow. I tried to move, and again was ravaged by pain. I whimpered and Jacob held me closer.
            “Be at ease love. You conquered him, but not before he battered you poor back. Edward and Sister Chelsea have been treating your wounds, but they are extensive. Carlisle has been consulted as well, so you have the finest care in all the land. Aro insisted. Please do not move overmuch. Let them examine you and they will ensure that you are whole and well.”
            In mere moments Edward, Carlisle and Sr. Chelsea were in the room along with Alice. I smiled weakly at Alice and she sighed in obvious relief.
            “Well, well, well our little sleeping angel awakens. You have led us all on a merry dance young lady,” Chelsea said tutting at me in mock scolding.
            “My apologies to all,” I said nodding my head to her.
            She came to me and placed her hands upon my upper arms pulling me into a small hug and whispering in my ear “I am so glad you are back.”
            “We need to be sure you are sound, Nessie. Will you allow us to examine you?” Edward asked.
            I looked to Jacob and he nodded. I nodded as well and Jacob stood. I reached for him, but the motion caused a burning torment in my back that caused me to wince and crumple. Were it not for Edward I might have fallen forward, but he caught me and eased me back to a seated position. When I raised my eyes to Jacob’s I saw the muscle in his jaw throbbing.
            “There are far too many people in this room,” Sr. Chelsea announced. “Convent cells were not meant for crowds. Why don’t you children await us in the inn. I will send one of the sisters to fetch you when we have finished.”
            Alice shrugged and made her way out the door and Jacob backed out, his eyes never leaving mine and a look of apology upon his face.

            I would have chased after him, were I capable, but I hadn’t the strength.. For the next hour or so they listened to my chest with a hollow horn, they moved my limbs and tried to gauge my mobility. Every movement radiated into my back in licks of flame that stole my breath and brought me to the brink of unconsciousness.
            Finally Edward declared me in better shape than I had any right to be and said he would be back at sunset to change my bandages again. He left me then for Chelsea to assist back into bed, this time on my side.

JPOV
            Alice and I walked to the Inn where I had a room. We were shown into a private dining room and I paced the floor while Alice and Bella talked.
            “I am certain that her being awake is a sign that she is healing well. How did she seem?” Bella asked.
            “She seems a bit confused, but that is to be expected. After all she did lose five days,” Alice mused.
            “Jacob, relax. You are wearing a trough in the floor. What ails you?” Bella demanded putting herself in my way and halting my trek round the room.
            “I should be there. I should be helping her. I swore I would not leave her side, yet here I am. I am useless.”
            “You are not useless,” Alice said comfortingly, “she will need you in the coming weeks, especially as the king wishes her to testify. She will be asked to relive the event. It will not be easy.”
NPOV
From that day forward I was pampered and petted by Alice, Bella, and Chelsea. They took me on walks about the convent grounds. They kept me company during meals and fussed over what I ate or did not eat. They kept me held my hands during dressing changes and spoke soothing words to me.
Jacob spent as much of the day with me as my physicians and the sisters would allow. Because I was housed within the convent grounds his presence was monitored and closely watched. He held my hand during walks and we laughed at the looks we garnered from the nuns. I hated that he left me each evening, but I understood. The sisters were cloistered and it was hard on them accepting the constant flow of men who came to see me for medical purposes as well as romantic. They were kind in housing me, and I was grateful, but each night I longed for the safety of his arms.
            Edward told me that I was healing well. He gave me exercises to perform to keep the muscles of my back supple and mobile. I was diligent in my adherence to his regime and in two weeks’ time I was once again feeling somewhat human.
            Jasper had accompanied Caius to Volterra City where he was being held in the dungeon awaiting my attendance for his trial. The king had written to hurry us all there so that justice could proceed. Soon we were all prepared for the journey.

JPOV
            Edward had been adamant. “You must allow Nessie to heal, Jacob. Until she is you must remain in separate quarters. Her healing skin is too fragile to risk co-sleeping.” Therefore, I had been pacing the floor of my room at the inn near the convent grounds. I understood that my presence in the convent was awkward for the sisters, and that they were being more than accommodating by allowing me the access to Nessie that they did.
            I was with Ness as often as allowed. She was healing, or so Edward assured me. I could not bear to be present for her dressing changes. I had seen enough on the night I had found her tied to that post. I had yet to purge my mind of Caius’ words. “Even if she lives she will never be yours alone, for she will wear my marks upon her form forever. It will drive a wedge between you and you will find me inhabiting her mind.” I feared them, and I wanted nothing more than to deny them. Still, I worried that the scars were more than skin deep.
            After two weeks of following Edward’s every edict he declared her fit to travel and we made arrangements to travel to Volterra City. I was apprehensive about going there. It was required that we appear at the trial, as we all had pertinent testimony, but I was afraid of what it would do to Ness.
            Bella and Alice had told me of her night terrors. They told me that she revisited the incident in her sleep, and that she fought sleep to avoid doing so. I ached to hold her through the night and banish whatever demons tormented her. Each tale of unrest made me more and more fearful that Caius’ prediction was coming to pass.
            When we all set out on our way Bella, and Edward took one carriage, Chelsea and Alice another, leaving Nessie and I to ourselves for the first time since everything had happened. The color had returned to her cheeks and she was finally beginning to regain her healthy glow. We had been together during her recovery, but in truth we had not had much private time, especially as she had resided within the convent walls. Sister Chelsea had insisted that we be chaperoned at all times, especially since we were unmarried.
            “It is nice to see the bloom upon your cheek, love,” I told her from across the carriage.
            The moment I said it she blushed anew and I smiled for I had missed her blush. She raised her dark eyes to mine and smiled. “I am feeling much better every day.”
            “Imagine we have this entire trip to reacquaint ourselves,” I said sliding onto the seat next to her. I slipped my arm about her waist and pulled her into my lap. “Ah, that is much better.”
            She giggled, a sound I worried I might never hear again. “Am I too heavy for you?”
            “You are a feather,” I said nuzzling her neck. She began to relax in my arms and leaned her head back to give me better access. I nibbled and laved her sweet skin and felt myself growing in my arousal. “God, you taste divine. It has been too long. I swear, were I denied you any longer I would befoul the confines of the convent.”
            “So, you still want me?” she asked in a small voice.
            “Can you not tell?” I asked thrusting my hips to emphasize the point.
            “You poor thing, how will we relieve your distress?” she teased coquettishly.
            “I can think of several ways, however, Edward has been clear that I am to take your discomfort into account, not my own.”
            “I want you, Jacob. I have missed your arms, your hands, your lips.”
            I punctuated her words by giving her each. My arms held her close, my hands roamed her perfect form, and my lips took advantage of every inch of exposed skin. Soon she turned in my arms and our lips joined in the most rewarding kiss. She opened to me and I plunged in thirsty for her taste. Her hands wound into my hair tugging lightly and then she straddled my hips, placing her warmth upon my throbbing manhood.
            “Careful, love,” I warned. I was ready to take her here in the carriage, but I was not certain she was healed enough for such activity.
            “Jacob, I have been without you for far too long. I want you, here, now.”
            “Are you certain?”
            At that she lifted from my lap and opened my breeches. Her hands caressed me and I moaned loudly. It felt so amazing to be in her hands again. She sank to the floor and looked up at me with those fathomless eyes and licked her lips. I felt myself twitch in her hands and thought I might be in heaven when she leaned forward and wrapped her sweet lips around the head. She sank me to the hilt and softly moaned around me. The sensation was incredible and I in voluntarily thrust to meet her throat.
            “Nessie,” I groaned. Each dip of her head brought me such incredible relief and yet made the urgency build. “Tell me I may take you; love, for I cannot bear to be without you for another moment.”
            She rose and slipped off her undergarment before sitting astride me once more. She was warm and dripping wet. I moved myself to her sheath, and paused just long enough to look into her eyes. They were blazing with want and desire and I circled her waist with my hands and eased her down. It was as if the world stopped turning in that moment. She arched her head back and hissed as she sank onto my shaft and then leaned forward and kissed me deeply.
            “Yessssssssssssss!” she said as the movement of the carriage began to become its own rhythm. Each rock of the wheels, each thunder of the horses’ hooves eased her up and down without any effort on our part. It was heaven, for all we need do was bask in exquisite love that we shared in this moment. We kissed and caressed, as we reacquainted each other with our love.
            “I was so afraid I had lost you,” she said, as we coupled in complete ecstasy.
            “You can never lose me, Love, never.” I said as our passion began to climb. “I am yours body, soul, and mind, always.”
            “Swear?” she said on a tight breath. She was close, I could tell, as was I. I knew she needed to believe this, I needed to rid her of his touch and make her certain that it mattered nothing to me.
            I held her hips still and made her look into my eyes. “You will be the last and only love I have. I will wed you as soon as his Majesty allows and we will live into our age as one. You,” I thrust into her, “are,” I pulled out; “mine!” and I tumbled her over the edge following quickly until she collapsed into my arms, sated and happy.
“God’s teeth I have missed you,” I sighed.
            “Promise me you will not let them separate us again,” she pleaded against my shoulder.
            “I shall never allow it again. Tonight you sleep where you belong, beside me.”
            “Thank God.”

NPOV
            That night we pulled into a posting inn to rest and change horses. Jacob carried me to our room and I nestled myself against him in the night. We made love again, and I drifted off wrapped in his arms.
            “You are meant to be mine, and no other’s. I will never let you go. You will never be free of me.”
            I came awake with a start. My heart beating fast and my body covered with a sheen of perspiration. I turned to see Jacob’s face before me marred with concern. “Ness? Can you tell me about it?”
            “He… he…”
            “Tell me.”
            I felt the tears as they fell upon my face. I did not wish to speak it aloud, but keeping it from him seemed wrong. If I could not tell Jacob, how would I tell the king in open court? “He said things. Said I would never be free of him. That you would not want me knowing he had marked me. He… Oh Jacob, he touched me. He put his hands on me and sometimes I feel there is not enough soup on this earth to wash me clean.”
“No love, there is not a trace of him upon you. I shall banish every memory.”
“I will not be his!” I said through panting breaths.
            “You are not his. You will never be his.”
            “Jaocb?”
            “Yes, love.”
            “I want to see him. I want to speak with the king and then I want to see him. I know how I want him punished. Do you think Aro will grant me that gift, to determine his fate?”
            “I am almost certain,” he said.
            I began to make my plan. I would rid myself of his memory and find my freedom again. I would be free.
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