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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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This chapter dedicated to the programmers of OhSex, the only people to ever outsmart me. And to the people who give me 5+ ratings, you guys make my head swell oh so sweetly.
Oh, and one thing I forgot from the last chapter: member. I hate that word, too. It never bothers me unless I'm the one using it. Then I hate it.

I awakened to the feel of soft lips, caressing the inside of my thigh. I moaned and stretched, a smile on my face, and looked down at Jacob.
“Morning.”
“Mmm- hm. Do that some more.”
He returned his lips to me, kissing his way up my leg, and over my stomach.
And then my stomach ruined the moment with a long, gargling rumble. Jacob laughed, a caring smile on his face. I groaned, then stretched some of the sleep from my body.
“If I make you go out the window will you disappear again?”
“No, not today. Today I am going to glue myself to you and never let go.” He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me like I was nothing and crushing me against him.
“Okay, I get it!” I laughed. “Not so tight, I'll suffocate before I can starve.”
“Front door?”
“Preferably.”
“Ten minutes, I'm gonna get my car.”
“What, don't you want to impress my dad with a little early-morning-walk story?”
“Yeah, but I want to change my pants, and maybe grab a shirt.”
I gave him a look.
“Okay, fine, no shirt! Plus, it'd be hard to believe that I walked here with no shoes.”
“True.”
I pulled on a pair of pants and hastily changed my shirt. Jacob leaned against the windowsill, watching me change.
“I'm going downstairs now.”
“What, no goodbye kiss?” His dark eyes were pitifully huge, his lower lip trembling. I walked over, gave him a peck on the lips, and turned back toward the door. I didn't make it. His strong hands grabbed me from behind, swinging me around and pressing me to his body. His lips came down on mine, his kiss hungry. I parted my lips, our tongues mingling. His hands ventured down my hips, thumbs sliding under my jeans. And then, abruptly, he pulled away. The elastic band of my panties snapped against me. He grinned.
“You broke your promise.”
I grinned back.
“After breakfast. I'm hungry.”
“Me too,” he murmured, mouth moving to my throat. I shivered as I felt his teeth slide along my skin.
“Ah...”
He bit at me playfully, sucking on my skin.
And then my stomach gurgled again, a long, rolling protest. We froze, his tongue on my earlobe. And then, simultaneously, we burst into peals of laughter, my knees almost giving out as I ran out of air.
“Okay, fine, after breakfast,” he allowed, releasing me.
“Thank you. And you better hope my neck doesn't bruise, or Charlie's gonna greet you with a nice lead sandwich.”
“Oh, I'm sure he'll forgive me.”
He jumped off the windowsill, swung on the branch, and hit the ground in a roll before taking off into the woods.

Downstairs, I greeted Charlie, pouring my usual bowl of cereal. I opened the fridge door and groaned. The whole fridge was filled with white paper packages.
“What did you guys catch, the great white whale?”
“Nope. Salmon. Lots of them.”
“I see that. Are you planning on eating all of this, then? Because I think I can only cook this in four, five hundred ways. We might have to have the same recipe twice.”
“Well, cook up something good, and we'll trade it to Harry for some of his fried stuff.”
“Does Harry's fish fry call for a specific fish, or will anything with gills work?”
“As far as I know, it works on everything short of frogs.”
I started stacking packages on the floor, trying to unearth the milk. It was like trying to find a marshmallow in a fog. Finally I spotted an orange lid and dragged the container out, only to find myself holding a gallon of orange juice. I was debating pouring juice on my cereal and being done with it when the doorbell rang.
“Can you get that, Dad? I'm a bit entombed here.” I gestured to the stacks of fish around me. Folding the paper, Charlie went to answer the door. A few moments later, he returned, Jake in tow.
“Hey, Bella, look who showed up. You've got wonderful timing, ten minutes ago she was sleeping.”
“Hey, Jake.”
“Hey Bells.”
“You hungry, Jacob? We've got tons of fish to get rid of.”
“I see that. You guys are going to single-handedly ruin the fish population of Forks.”
“Oh, there's plenty where that came from.”
“If you say so.”
I put most of the fish back in the fridge, moving a small pile to the counter to fry. Charlie raised an eyebrow when he saw how much I was cooking. I didn't blame him. If I hadn't seen it for myself, I wouldn't believe how much the werewolves put away. But it seemed like they were visibly getting bigger, and I guess all that hard, rippling muscle had to come from somewhere.
Okay, Bella, focus on the food. No use getting all hot and bothered in front of Charlie. And if you keep thinking like that you might remember your promise to-
With a start I realized that I hadn't lit the burner. Blushing, I finished the job, managing to turn the pile of raw fish into fish sticks without burning anything or having any more untoward thoughts.
It was only after I was done and both Charlie and Jacob were eating that I realized I had not yet located the milk.
Sighing, I dug it out and joined the others at the table.
“So Dad, any crazy stuff going on in Forks today?”
“Nothing today. We still haven't caught any of the wolves that are attacking hikers, but it'll only be a matter of time.”
Jacob and I both dropped our eyes to our food. I could imagine the tiny smile on his lips, the comments clamoring to be let out. Thankfully, nothing that would have made my dad suspicious leaked out.

After breakfast, Jacob took me back to La Push. He made a strong argument for cliff-diving again, but I was adamantly opposed to the idea. One thousand-foot drop a week was my limit, even if it was pretty dangerou-
It hit me like a sack of bricks.
Edward.
I hadn't heard him when I fell. Or when I had been debating falling. Or...
I thought back, trying to remember the last time I'd heard his voice. Not last night, or on the beach. When? What was the last thing he said? All I could remember was Jacob, I hadn't even been paying attention to Edward at all.
I hadn't been paying attention.
I hadn't been paying attention.
His voice, the voice I almost killed myself on a motorcycle for, the voice personally responsible for at least three scars..... I hadn't even been listening for it.
Maybe it was there and I just hadn't noticed?
No, that was impossible, there wasn't anything on Earth that could distract me from Edward's voice. Nothing, except, maybe.....
Jacob killed the engine, his hand already opening the door. My hand shot out, grabbing the front of his shirt. I pulled him toward me, pressing my lips to his, my free hand winding through his long hair. He deepened the kiss, one hand on my waist.
Nothing. Not a single peep.
“I'm gonna make that promise up to you,” I whispered. “I want you to make love to me again. I want to see you above me, I want to feel you moving inside me.”
Silence. Well, Jacob was almost purring with satisfaction, but nothing from Edward. Instantly I felt bad. Jacob was the first boy I'd ever flirted with, the first man I'd ever dirty-talked, and both times it was really because of Edward.
If any guilt showed on my face, it wasn't fazing Jacob, who was whispering similar sentiments in my ear. And almost instantly, I stopped listening to Edward. There was only Jacob's mouth, doing sinful things to my throat.
“Inside,” I managed to gasp.
“Why?”
“Because we're not having sex in a car.”
He pulled back, giving me an odd look.
“I like my car.”
“I like your car too, but we're not having sex in it.”
“Where then? My room? The garage?” He waggled his eyebrows. “The woods?”
“You decide.”
“Hey guys!”
We both turned to see Billy, who had wheeled himself out onto the front porch.
“Glad to see you finally back. I bet you're beat from being out all night, eh?”
“Nope, not tired at all, Dad.”
“Get some sleep, then?”
Billy was giving us a look that told me he knew exactly where his son had been the night before. I blushed, looking away. Billy was a lot more perceptive than I gave him credit for. Than either of us gave him credit for.
“So what are you kids up to today?”
“Not much, Dad. We were just discussing a walk in the woods.”
“Oh really? Where to?”
“Well, Bella's got this meadow she found one time, we've been searching for that for a while.”
Oh, no...
“Well that sounds like fun.”
“Yup. Just swung by to get the maps, actually,” Jake said, sliding out of the car. I followed him out, but a moment later he returned with the chart, spreading it across the hood of the car.
“What about this area? We haven't looked there yet.”
“Sure,” I said, my throat suddenly dry.
“See that, Dad? If any wolves come through here looking really full and satisfied, you'll know where to look for our clothes.”
Billy just smiled.
“It would take at least five wolves to eat you,” I told Jacob as we got back into the car.
“And another seven to bring me down,” he added, starting the car and pulling out.
“Um, Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“Remember that time I was out on the woods and you guys showed up and killed Laurent?”
“Yeah.”
“That.... was the meadow.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
“So... why are we still going to look for it?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“Because it beats the woods, and there's no way Billy is gonna leave us alone at my house anymore.”
“Doesn't he trust you to make good decisions?”
“Yeah, but it's kind of his job to make it harder than it has to be. The whole parental duties thing.”
We drove in silence for a while, finally reaching the trail head.
“Are we really gonna walk all the way up there? It'll probably take me a few hours.”
Jacob just grinned at me as we both got out of the car. He started towards the woods, vanishing between the trees.
“Jake?”
I tried to follow him, but I'd already lost sight of him behind a large tree.
“We're not walking. We're running. Well, I am. Here, hold my pants.”
An arm appeared from behind me, holding a bundle of fabric. I couldn't help but infer some things about the warm body now pressed to my back.
“What about your shirt and stuff?”
“I don't think I'll need much more than those.”
I took the half-folded pants and the warmth disappeared. I held them to my chest, not listening to the cracking, ripping sound behind me. When it was over, I turned slowly around. A huge, russet wolf stood beside a pair of shoes and a puddled shirt. He padded over to me, rubbing his head against me. I rubbed his ears like I would a dog. He nudged against me, harder.
“I'm supposed to ride you?” I asked, suddenly realizing. Jacob barked, probably trying to say something about double entendres.
“Tell me if I'm crushing something sensitive,” I told him. He lay down, putting his back at a more accessible height. Trying not to hurt him, I swung one leg over his body and lay against him, my arms around his neck. He stood up, not seeming to acknowledge my weight at all, and shook a bit, shifting me to a more comfortable position.
And then he was running. Fast. Really fast.
I pressed my face into his fur, trying not to look at the trees flying by at crazy, suicidal speeds. Jacob's body moved under mine, muscles flexing and sliding over each other. I didn't dare relax my grip until I felt sunshine on my back. Cracking one eye open, I realized we had stopped. I loosened my grip a tiny bit-
And fell straight onto the ground with an audible thump. Jacob laughed and then, seeing my glare, gave me another one of his full-face tongue-baths.
“That is so gross!”
I dropped his pants to the grass, pushing against his huge body with all my might. He didn't budge, other than lifting one huge paw and crushing me back to the ground with it. I struggled relentlessly against his weight. And then, with maddening smugness, he slowly drew his tongue all the way up the side of my head, from shoulder to hairline.
“Jake! No! Bad dog!” I yelled at him. “You're lucky I don't have the water spritzer or you'd be in big trouble!”
He growled.
“Oh, no, don't give me that, you started it. Now go, I don't know, dig a hole or something.”
Growling, Jacob stalked off. I looked around at the meadow. The flowers were once again in bloom, and the whole area smelled like wildflowers. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes, only opening them again when a shadow fell across my face.
“I am not a dog,” a voice growled at me.
“Yeaaah...” I said, nodding, not hearing the words. I was too busy looking up at the man standing in front of me. I'd seen him before, yeah, but never like this.
The sun came from almost on top of us, putting each muscle into sharp contrast. Strands of hair fell across his dark eyes, the rest fell in waves almost to his shoulders. His hands were on his hips, flexing his shoulders, and giving me a full view of his muscular chest. A dusting of black hair left a trail down his stomach, between his abs, and around his belly button before widening to encircle-
“Your chin's gonna get dirty if you leave it down there,” he quipped.
“I wanna see the other side,” I breathed.
“I'm only turning around if you take your shirt off,” he replied.
Glancing around the deserted meadow, I pulled my shirt off, revealing a black bra. Jacob nodded, then turned around, putting his hands behind his head and letting out a sigh. I think I might have sighed too. I'd never seen anyone who looked like him. Not in real life, anyway. Maybe on a pin-up calendar, but certainly not in real life.
“You're lucky,” he said without turning. “I don't let just anybody stare at my ass, you know.”
“I'm not staring at your ass,” I lied.
“Yes you are.”
“Am not.”
“Are too. You're getting turned on.”
“I am not!”
“Oh, yes you are,” he said, turning to face me before dropping to his knees and leaning toward my face. “Can't lie to me.”
He tapped the side of his nose, smiling, before leaning in and burying his face in my hair.
“You're lying,” I said weakly. “You can't tell that.”
“Yeah? Let's find out.”
I felt his hands on my hips, sliding in to deftly undo the buttons on my jeans. My zipper followed, and then my jeans were sliding down my thighs. I sat up, shoving my sneakers, socks, and jeans off at the same time. I lay back on the grass, my hands held up toward Jacob. He stayed where he was, looking down at me, admiring my body. I blushed.
“I think your chin just bumped into mine.”
“Not yet.”
And then his lips were pressed against mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I granted it, reaching up to touch the body I had so recently admired. His dark skin was firm, fluid under my fingers. I traced the lines of his body, feeling his moan through his lips. One of his hands slipped between my thighs, and I parted them, giving him access. He slid one finger under my panties, rubbing against me.
“See?” he whispered.
“Mm-hmm,” I agreed. I ran my hands down his back tracing the lines of his hips around to the front. I heard a sharp inhale as my fingers brushed his erection, then encircled it.
He slid one hand under my back and I arched, using my free hand to unhook the bra clasp before he could do any more damage.
“I wasn't going to break it this time,” he said softly.
“Not taking any chances with you.”
Ohh, what a lie.
I cast the bra aside, and then, a moment later, the matching panties.
“Lay back,” I told him. He did, and I knelt by him, our bodies perpendicular. I leaned over him, drawing my tongue over the length of his cock. I swirled my tongue around the head, then left a trail of little sucking kisses from the head down, until there wasn't anything left to kiss, and then I started making my way back up his thigh.
I gasped as I felt his hand on my own thigh, then moaned as he found my center. Spreading my legs a little further, I took his whole shaft into my mouth, experimenting with the angle.
After a moment I felt his hand under my chin, pressing gently up, pulling me off him.
“What?” I started to ask, but before I could get it out I felt myself move. He lifted my hips, pulling them toward himself until I was on top of him, my knees on either side of his head.
“What-” I started again, and then moaned as I felt his tongue on me. Words failed me. I wrapped my lips around him once more. At this angle I could take a lot more, but that's not what I was focusing on. Oh, no.
My stomach muscles tensed, turning to hot stones inside my body. I moaned, the sound muffled around Jacob's cock. He sucked gently at my bud, running his tongue around it as it grew more and more sensitive. I cried out, trying not to stop my own ministrations, but it was a lost cause.
With one last cry I stopped completely, paying attention to absolutely nothing except the sensation flowing through my spasming body. Each time his tongue flicked over me my thighs twitched, and I let out a soft cry.
“Lay down,” he said when the twitching had abated. I complied, rolling off him and lying prostrate on the grass. In a second he was over me, pressing his lips to mine as he slid into my soaked body. His weight pressed my thighs apart farther. I wrapped my arms around him, burying my fingers in his hair. His hands slid behind my back, changing the angle, and allowing him all the way into me.
It must have been an illusion but it seemed like each time he thrust into me he went further, each time pressing against impossible depths, sending sensations of pleasure from body parts I didn't know I had. Again and again he thrust into me, bringing forth a chorus of cries from my throat. There weren't words to describe what he did to me, but I think I got the message across.
He reached his climax at the same time I did, our bodies pressed into one as he came inside me.
We lay like that for I don't know how long, just breathing and enjoying the sensation of one another. I could hear his heart beating in his chest, a strong, steady sound. The smell of him filled the air, his deep, woodsy scent, and I wondered if this was what it was like for him all of the time.
And then, after what seemed like hours, I heard him whisper my name.
“Yeah, Jake?”
“Will you go out with me?”
There was a pause, and then the silent meadow erupted with the sound of our laughter. He lay on his back, my body pressed against his hot chest.
“Gee, I dunno, Jake, I think maybe we should just stay friends. You know, friends who have sex.”
“.... are you serious?”
I stared up at him.
“No. Of course we're not just friends! Not any more, anyway.”
“Oh.” And then, happier. “I have a girlfriend.”
“I'm sure your daddy will be very proud,” I teased. He just lay there, smiling at the sky, one arm around my shoulders, the other under his head.
We lay there for a long time.
As it turns out, we got all the way back to the truck without Jacob ever once needing his pants.

Okay, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm getting all sexed out. This story is now 30 pages long making it officially the longest PWP in existence. So I'll be wrapping this up in the next chapter or two. And ya'll know what that means: The Triumphant Return.
Or perhaps the Untriumphant. I just don't know. Well, I do, but you don't.
Stay tuned for the thrilling conclusion!
Note: I'm going to try to get this up before April, but if it gets to be April Fool's day and there's no chapter yet, I won't get up up until probably the 14^th. I'm going to a place where there is no internet, only cookies. Yup, my Grandma's house.
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