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The Scent
By : LadyNarayamaan
Category: Twilight Series > Het
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-**Confessions**- /Lis POV

We just sat at my usual booth, after being attacked by fierce looks from Jane when we got in.
He was looking around, taking in his surroundings, oblivious to the woman that was two booths behind him, pouring some coffee, and almost burning a hole on the back of his head with the intensity of her stare.

I shifted in my seat, as the silence stretched, his eyes still avoiding mine, like he didn’t know exactly what to do.

“So…” I prompted, my index tapping the top of the salt dispenser.

“So, who was that guy I just saved you from?”

Ok, he wasn’t comfortable, I could see as much. And frankly, I knew we had to talk about what happened in the train, but I didn’t know how to bring it up either…

“Ex.”

“Humm.” He smiled a bit.

“One month, if you are wondering.”

“Wasn’t actually...” He derailed a bit. What was he thinking? “One month. That’s not very long.” He seemed to still be deep in thought, and I had the strange sense that we weren’t talking about the same thing now.

I tapped the salt dispenser again, eyes still trained on his face. He kept avoiding mine.

“The passage of time is relative. You can have us as a blatant example. Yesterday, right about this time, we didn’t even know each other.”

He smiled a bit, still uncomfortable.

“Yeah.”

Silence again.

“Hi there Isa. Who is your new «friend»?”

Whoa, in for the kill. Thought she would have a little less killer entrance. I looked up to look at Jane. Wearing her normal uniform, the small tag name dangling on one side. She was never able to put that thing properly. And why am I looking at the name tag instead of her face? Because I know the look on her face, just by the tone of her voice. She disapproves. I look up. Yep.

“Jacob, this is Jane. Jane, Jacob.” I pointed with my palm, with the best smile I could conjure up at the moment.

“Jacob.” She nodded once, not even bothering to smile. Funny thing, he didn’t do either. If the situation hadn’t been laded with awkwardness, it would have been hilarious to see a man his size, looking so… small.

“Isa dear,” She started, looking at me. “I’ve baked your favorite pie; want to come with me to choose a slice?”

Translation: We need to talk.
I sighed and got up.
“I’ll be right back Jake.” He half smiled at me, and for a second there, the idea that he wouldn’t be there when I got back scared me.

Jane walked away, expecting me to follow her, and I dwelled a bit. I stopped right next to him, my side to his.
“You’re not leaving are you?” I whispered, without looking at him.
He shook his head, and whispered back. “No.”
I allowed myself to smile. I could feel his warmth against my bare arm, and had the instinct to touch him. But I didn’t.

I went to Jane, that was again throwing daggers in Jacob’s general direction. I put my hand over the wooden surface, reclining over it to whisper angrily at her, on the other side.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” She asked, raising both eyebrows in mock innocence.

I scoffed and gave her a knowing look.

“Jay was here.” She said, looking again at Jake and cutting a piece of pie quite fiercely. Jane was not one to chit chat.
“I know, he was in the store.” I felt my throat close a bit. He had been there. Searching for me. I slapped all the stupid feelings that clogged my head and stuffed them somewhere deep inside where they couldn’t bother me. “So?”
“So?” She looked at me again, disapproval in her eyes. “Didn’t you talk to him?”
“Yes, I did.”
“What did he want?”
“To see the damage he caused.”

Her eyes softened somewhat, her hand coming to mine. “He seemed lost Isa.”

I slid my hand away from hers. I can’t believe this!

“So was I, for the last month!” I raised my voice a bit more than I intended to. I pierced my lips in a fine line, and breathed evenly. “Jane, I can’t let that change anything. He came to see me, and what? I should be here waiting for him to change his mind?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, in her patronizing look I knew so well.

“Does that new attitude towards the man you were going to marry, have anything to do about that one over there?”

I winced as she took that in the conversation. She was one of the few persons I told about my secret engagement with Jay. “Jake is a friend.”

“Never seen that friend before.”

“Jane…” I sighed. “He is just a friend. Doesn’t have anything to do with Jay.”

“Damned right. Jay is a gentleman, that one over there reeks of trouble.” She creased her eyebrows looking at him.
I laughed a bit, still angry, but finally getting why she was so… unfriendly. I looked at Jake, that was looking at the salt dispenser, with a small smile over his lips.

Ok, I got to give it to her. He wasn’t the kind of man that I normally would take under my acquaintances. I have never had the «bad boy» drive. I remembered for a few seconds the differences between him and Jay, back at the store.
Night and day those two. And suddenly something that I didn’t quite got, because of nervousness I guess, caught me. Their surnames.
Black and White.
I couldn’t help but smile. I’ve been doing that a lot in the last twenty four hours.
Crazy how things can change so radically in such a sort span of time.

Almost as on cue, Jake looked me in the eye, flashbacks of the bathroom filling my mind. My eyes deterred from his to the floor, and I felt my cheeks warming up.

Stupid blood vessels.

I looked up at a curiously quiet Jane, to see her looking at me with a disbelieved expression that could match Jay’s once he saw us.

“What?” I asked, still unable to wipe the smile from my lips.

She shook her head. “This is going to end badly Isa.”

I blinked twice, my eyebrows creasing. “You are overreacting!” My smile crashed.

She shook her head. “He is not for you Isa. I mean… He is trouble. I bet he owns a bike. He has that feel into him! How long have you known him?”

“I’ve… It’s…” I stuttered

She moved to me, her hand catching mine again, and her face serious. “Isa, listen to me. Jay…”

I pulled my hand away.

“Jay left me Jane. And frankly, I’ve had enough of this conversation.” I turned on my heels, going towards Jake, that was surprisingly up and walking to me also. I looked at the door and we both headed out.

My steps were fast cadenced. Jacob kept silent walking beside me, having no trouble to follow. I entered the small park, right in the centre of town, walking slower now, delving more inside the tree riddled sanctuary, sitting heavily on a bench. He sat as well.
We couldn’t see the street, although we heard cars passing from time to time. I loved it here.

“She doesn’t like me.”
I frowned. “Nah, she thinks you are a wonderful catch!” I stuffed my hands between my legs.
He chuckled. I looked up at him, catching his smile, his shoulders shaking a bit.
“And what are you laughing about?” I asked, my voice a little sour.
He looked at me and laughed. It was contagious. I felt a smile spreading on my lips, even if I didn’t intend it to appear.
“You look like a two year old that didn’t get the lollipop she wanted.”
I have no idea of my expression: I was trying to pout at the same time I was smiling.
“It’s normal you know. I am a trouble maker.” He smirked. “I am used to people not exactly loving me.” Wider smirk. “It’s fun, I am used to it.”
I clicked my tongue, crossing my legs Indian Style over the bench.
“She assumed we were together.”
“Good instincts.”
I looked at him, creasing my eyebrows. Ok, this was a good opportunity to talk about what happened. I felt my stomach doing somersaults worthy of a circus performer.
“So… Are we?” Damn I feel like a teenager!
He paused a bit.
“I think it’s worth a try.” His voice was lower now. I looked at my hands.
“I’m not sure about…” I moved my hand to point at him and me, my eyes trained on my right knee. “You know…”
“Me neither, but…” He silenced.
“The train, huh?” I finished. He nodded; I caught it from the corner of my eye.

“It… never happened to me before.” He said quietly, shifting a bit on his seat.
“Same here.”
“It was…” He hesitated a bit, his forearms setting over his thighs, his torso leaning forward, his hair curtaining his face from mine. “…intense.”

His voice was so low and rough it gave me shivers, even with him beside me. I gulped quietly.

“It didn’t give a rat’s ass about the other people in that train. They weren’t… anything.” He seemed angry. I looked at both my hands. I tried to say something, but I couldn’t, as I remembered the look, that look that hypnotized me. “It was…” He almost hissed, making me again look at him. “It was as if… I needed it.” His hands fisted, dangling between his legs. “I just… wanted it…” Hesitation. “…wanted you so badly it was eating me up.”

My heart was racing so madly I could swear he was hearing it. I licked my lips, and shifted on my seat, feeling myself react, only to the sound of his voice.

“It still is.” He breathed out. My breath was caught. My heart was hammering in place.

A couple of cars passed, but all the background sounds were lost with those words. My body was on full alert. I was oblivious to everything else but his presence, his warmth, his breathing, the muscles of his arms and back, tensed.

I gulped again, one hand coming to him, hovering close to his arm, but not touching.

“Jake…”

“If… I… It’s frustrating.” He growled low, his body shaking a bit. “I can’t talk to you properly. I just… want to… grab you.”

My God. The only thing in my mind now is kissing him. God I just want to kiss him.

“Jake…”

“What?” He looked at me. I could see the fiery dark depths in his eyes, like they were two shifting lakes.

I bit my lip, hands on the bench helping me slide so that my front was to his side, both of my legs sliding for my feet to set on the ground, straddling the stone bench. My breathing was in sync with my heartbeats, rapid shallow breaths. My hands came to his, taking them to poise them over my waist, his torso moving towards me, my eyes again hypnotized by his.

My hands came up, from his wrists, palms receiving the feel of his abnormal heat. Eyes followed the motion. Palms sliding over forearms, arms and to his shoulders. I feel a pit in my stomach. My heart wants to run away from the confines of my chest. I feel myself getting warmer, even if I am over a stone bench. I can feel his hands over my waist, unmoving, as his eyes try to search for some answer in mine. My hands come higher, to the sides of his neck, and he remains still, so still it seems he isn’t even breathing. Hands opened, slide for my thumbs to find poise under his chin, coming up to the lower border of his full lower lip, massaging the flesh they find.

And his lips part, eyes closed, letting a rough breath pass by them.

Time has no measure at this point.

His eyebrows crease as he inhales, and almost whines out his exhale.

“I can’t…” He gulps.

My face comes closer to his slowly, God! so slowly. His hands tighten their grip on my waist. He is breathing rapidly now; his breaths caress my lips, making them tingle.

He licks his lips, getting closer, lips parted.

His nose brushes mine.

This is insane, I can feel cramps getting a hold on my lower region, and he still hasn’t done anything.

My eyes flutter closed, lips parting as well. And I feel them. Warmth first, then touch.

Once.

Dear Lord.

Twice.

I can feel the dampness that coats the inner lining of his lower lip. My hands fall to his shoulders. He is shaking.

We part a bit for his lips to graze mine, moving in a ghost of a touch that makes every nerve ending in my body more receptive to stimuli.

His hands move slowly down to the roundness of my hips, making my back arch on its own accord. Even the stone I grind myself into has lost its coldness. Or maybe I am too hot to notice it.

My hands come again up to slide inside his raven locks. God I am shaking. Lips tremble against his. He tilts his head, noses brushing again, lips setting over mine in a full touch, my jaw opening for lips to mould to one another, like perfect pieces of puzzles. He moans. My eyebrows crease, his tongue slides to meet mine, scraping over the edge of my lower teeth. Mine come to meet his, tips meeting. Slow, so slow. Lips do not cease moving, cadenced, in synchronized motions as the side of his tongue slides along mine, to twirl once and linger once the rough side of his is against the soft side of mine, caressing so tenderly that my walls clamp almost as if I am being intimately fondled.

His hands pull the sides of my shirts up, until I can feel his thumbs against my skin. I think I moaned. His hands slid totally under the fabric, and the warmth seemed to augment the arousal. The desire, the calling.

His tongue twirls once, twice, his breathing getting more desperate, as my own. I grind against the stone again, as heads tilt again to taste more angles, tongues getting frantic, passionate, as hands: mine delved in his hair suddenly pulling him closer. He gets back, a bit, I search for him, my manners lost, as tongue licks his lips, reaching out for his retreating tongue. It’s almost as I am freezing and if he gets away from me, even for a second, I will succumb to it.

And he looses it. With an amazingly fluid yet fast motion, one of is hands slides upwards on my back, cupping the back of my head, as he literally pounces on me. I didn’t even got the move, just felt like I was falling backwards, and his body is suddenly over mine, grinding himself against my core, making my head swim and ripping a moan out of my chest. He hissed, my legs coming to wrap themselves around his waist, as I shamelessly, loosing all conscience on where I was, push him against me.

Taste, taste as lips touch and retreat, again and again.

I can feel his warmth on the inside of my legs, wrapped about him, his forearm against my spine following it vertically, and him nested against me.

His lips part from mine again, his forehead setting over mine.

“If you don’t stop… I won’t be able… to make myself… stop either.” He breathes out, his breath working as a digit caressing my lips. My oil swimming brain takes in the information but the words are unrecognizable

“Wha…? I…”

He is breathing heavily, and his hand under me slides so both set on the sides of my head on the bench, his forehead still over mine.

“Tell me to stop Lis, or I swear I won’t have the strength in me to do so.”

He is shaking so badly, and his rough low voice has an undertone of pain that seems to wake me up. My hands slide to his shoulders, and he still isn’t moving away. I push him back a bit, but not with enough force. His lips come to mine again, pressing with a defeated sound that make my insides clench.
His lips slide to my cheek, coming to jaw line, following towards neck and I shiver despite the obvious heat.

“Jake.” My voice comes out ragged.

“Say it.” It comes out authoritarian, and at the same time pleading.

I am in the middle of town! What if someone comes and… Oh dear God, it’s broad day! I can’t just… He licks my neck and my ideas again are scattered all around the place. He grinds into me and I arch towards the feeling of his member, caressing, arousing, tempting me.

I can’t…

And suddenly I feel something in my pocket. Vibrating. My phone.

Jake jumps from me; it almost made me dizzy, the sudden shift in temperature. I sat up quickly, and saw him standing beside a tree, his hand over the trunk, with his back to me, his shoulders still shaking. How did he get there so fast? I try to reach for my cell phone, tough task due to my own trembling hands.

I finally get it out and look at the caller Id before flipping it open.

Norma.

I don’t trust my voice to speak now. Oh God, what time is it?

I derail from my thoughts once I see a young woman pushing a baby carriage down the path, passing by me. If we hadn’t stopped… I feel myself blush with the idea.

Jake! I look behind and I don’t see him.
He left.
I feel my heart drop.
My hands come to my hair, pushing it back, my head falling back for my eyes to set on the wide green filled branches, my arms on the stone bench for support.
Fuck.
I close my eyes.
“This isn’t working.”
My eyes snap open and I turn on the bench, towards his voice. I can’t see him!
“Jake?”
“I made a mistake. I have to leave. If I hadn’t come…”
I pinpoint his voice behind the tree closest to me, so I get up.

/J POV

“Stay there.”
This would be funny if it wasn’t so screwed up. I passed my hand over my face. I remembered Bella talking about the unexplainable attraction the leech had for her blood, and that was the first thing I thought in this situation. What a sick sense of humour destiny has. Really.
“Jake, please…”
She was closer now. I bet she is on the other side of the tree. Well, at least the leech had a more… dignified reason. He was hungry. I chuckled to myself at my dark humour. Didn’t know I had one.
“Lis, I shouldn’t be here. I couldn’t make myself stop.”
I hear a rustle of grass from behind me. I look to the side, but she is not in sight.
“Me neither.” She breathes out. “Want to blame someone? Blame us both.” I chuckled, she sounds annoyed. “I am as happy with this as you are. I mean, I’m not in high school anymore, you come by and… well, you know…”

And the leech loved her. He came to love her. Could I make myself love her? I didn’t think so. I was just… a damned horny wolf. Ahah nice pun. Here, away from her, away from her scent, it was Bella that I thought about… What would she say about this? I liked to think she would be jealous… But… She is going to marry that… leech. She is going to do that with him.

“Jake?” I hear a rustle over the trunk of the tree, to see fingers sliding over it. I could just leave. I was fast enough. I felt the weight of my heart as I let Bella take the main stage of my mind again. And I knew that, if I took the hand that slid towards me, it would be numbed. The pain I felt whenever I thought about Bella.
About all that I left behind.

Could I be as selfish as to want it?
“Lis… This is just screwed up.”

“I know.”
“You don’t even know me.” Like me being able to transform to a horse sized, furry, scary wolf. Had a sense she would not take it as lightly as Bella did once she found out.

Bella.
Sitting next to me, even turned, patting my fur.
Bella.
Kissing me fiercely… I felt my chest close on itself painfully. All the joy I had experienced that moment, those precious seconds having as a memory a negative effect.
Bella…

“We could try. No strings attached.”

No strings attached?

“What if I am a freak?” I threw that one in without even thinking.

“Well, I know the heat is not normal, but hey, freaks are a part of nature…” I could hear the smile on her voice, my face turning to the side I heard her voice coming from. “Jake. Just… don’t leave… I… well… I don’t want you to leave.”

Damn, I don’t want to leave either.

Chocolate eyes again come to my sight, making my chest ache painfully. And my hand slides towards the trunk of the tree, where hers still lingers. Her fingers found mine, and the knot of misery clenching my chest unravelled sufficiently to allow me to breathe again.

I hear her sigh in relief, her voice heard right after. “There you are…” Her fingers laced with mine and my eyes closed. “I am broken.” She whispered. “Call me selfish but…” She sighed and I got what she was saying. Maybe I was for her, what she was for me. Maybe this was karmic compensation. If I just controlled myself, we could…

“Help me mend myself.” Her voice sounded rough, contained.

We could get through this. Even if I knew the love I felt for Bella would always be there, maybe I could get through this. My hand squeezed hers gently. Maybe I could do for her what Bella never let me.

“I told you I am a trouble maker.”

She laughed nervously. “Screw it.”

“Tell me something.”

She hesitated a bit. “Yes?”

“Does Jane have a shotgun? ‘Cause she was looking at me like she wanted to kill me…”

She laughed freely, making me smile as well. Yes, maybe this could work after all.

AN – This has a plotline, already thought of. Basically the story is already set on my mind, and it will continue so if people do not give me feedback.

Sorry for the back and forth POV changes, but I thought this last part would be best if we saw it in Jacob’s POV: he is still in love with Bella, and this is just <> confusing, but he does have a reason to want to stick with Lis here.

Some parts are already written (the ones that were begging to be put down in words, as I tried to ban the damned visuals out of my head) but others are influenced by my mood, the characters mood (lol) and the music I am listening at the moment.
For instance, they were supposed to have the conversation integrally in Jane’s place, but Jane took in herself to dislike Jacob and root for the blonde lawyer.
Lis was supposed to be frightened by Jacob’s very much direct words. She got horny.
And the kiss was supposedly going to be a pounce fest for the win, but Oasis by Tarja Turunen made it slower.
(I really love that song. It has been soundtrack for another chapter, way in front of this one, that I am writing and rewriting because every time I read it, I remember more touches and feelings I want to put in it.)

And so on. LOL!

Anyways, same warning of last chapter applies. Reviews make me work faster.

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