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Crescent Moon	By : lordoberon Category: Twilight Series > Het F > Bella/Jacob Views: 23572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CRESCENT MOON
A Twilight fanfic
by Lord Oberon
Part 6
Continuing Bella's POV

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She longed, for a brief flashing second, to forget all her thoughts and simply drape her body over his. But this was it, she told herself. Jacob in her dream and Jacob here and now were right. She had to decide.
“Jake…I’m scared. I’m scared of leaving him. I’m scared of losing the way everything…the way I don’t have to have control, when he’s around. He keeps me safe. He loves me so much. Seeing him every day, is like knowing that I have life. I have something to live for. I have something strongly important to me, that is bigger than the petty bothers of everyone else’s lives.
"But at the same time…my need for him also frightens me…the way I ignore my own ideas and urges around him, because everything gives way for him, in my mind. Sure, I used to be less happy, things were more aggravating and shallow and simple, but…but I was this person, just a girl, I was sarcastic and helpful and sometimes bluntly honest. Now everything I am is about Edward…and sometimes, like when I’m around you, I realize I could be a lot more. But when I’m with him…nothing else matters but him.”
She could see Jacob's hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He refused to look at her now, and instead stared up at the sky. “Tell me your thoughts about me,” he said. “Please. I want to know, even if this all ends up being like some sort of fantasy I had.”
Bella forced herself to smile, though his words brought a shiver to her. He was so hurt. This was exactly what she hadn’t wanted. She pinched her leg in anger. Why was she always hurting him?
“Jacob, you are...you are sunlight to me. Happiness. All my troubles fall away when I’m with you. I feel happy and I feel…loved. I get angry with myself for hurting you, and sometimes I feel sad and resigned that things are troubled sometimes, between us. But most of the time…it feels good. It’s easy and light…it’s more than I deserve….and it feels very real. I feel like I’m that girl I was, sometimes. I don’t know…that whole fantasy world of werewolves and vampires falls away a little, and we’re just us. Oh, I don’t mean ‘ just.’ You make me feel like I can do anything.”
Jacob turned to support himself by one elbow, facing her, and propped his chin in one hand. “You know what I think? You CAN do anything. You’re not stuck with him, so there’s no ‘being resigned’ except to what you do to yourself. I’m here for you, always…” He was looking straight at her. “You know I love you.”
She was blinking madly again, and turned away this time. “Yes. I know.”
She wanted to tell him that her words had come out wrong, that in fact, she loved him, too. She had loved him a long time, and the only competition beating in her heart right now this very moment was the fact that she didn’t know how to live without Edward. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. She wanted Jacob, right now in every which way, and her need was a fluttering in her stomach, a pulsing of her heart, and a choking sob that she held back so tightly that it hurt.
His voice in her ear startled her. “You’re doing it again. Look at me, Bells.” She didn’t. Jacob whispered, “Please?”
If she looked at him, she would say everything, and there would be no turning back. She couldn’t look into that beautiful face and say no, anymore. She couldn’t face his longing loving eyes and say, I’ve got to go home now. Or, I have to meet Edward. Or, the worst of all, he’s waiting for me.
Jacob was always waiting for her, waiting for her to return, to spend a little time with him. He tried to hide it, but she knew that was how it was.
This feels right, she told herself. This feels good. So she turned, and looked Jacob straight-on.
His face was open and soft, and he didn’t lean in to kiss her or control the situation, didn’t look scared or unhappy, he just looked at her, and his gaze was loving.
"Jacob," she breathed, lightly, forcing the words from deep in her ribcage, out into the air where they belonged. "I love you. I love you. I want you."
And, to Bella’s surprise, it did feel good. It did feel right, to look at Jacob, and grin at his grin, to wrap her arms around him. She felt no pang of regret, no pain as she had when leaving Jacob for Edward, time and again. Instead she felt simply content. Sure, for a moment there was a thought: how is this happening? And of Edward, what would she do? But she shoved that thought away and smiled, thinking, it happened by my choice.
There was so much she wanted to say, more, and she opened her mouth to say it, but then Jacob was kissing her. His mouth was tender over hers, and his tongue gently asked for entrance. She let him fold her to him in a tangle of limbs, and his kiss wandered over her neck, over her heart, over her belly, then back to her heart. He stayed there, his head nestled against her. She rubbed her fingers over his scalp with a smile on her lips and pleasure buzzing in her body and standing her hairs on end.
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Jacob's POV
The happiness in him made Jacob thrum with energy. Earlier, he had felt so different. He had felt heavy and angry, and shivery, and almost phased in his anger. He had hated everything, in the moments when Bella's voice had spoken Edward's name over and over. It had sent a chill down his spine, and every significance he had given what they had done up to that point, had dropped away.
He had reprimanded himself for thinking, earlier when they were in the water, that Bella looked like she wanted him forever. Of course she doesn't want you forever, Jacob had told himself. How could she? You might be giving her body pleasure, but you only make her angry otherwise. She doesn't want you badly enough.
It had hurt so much. He had felt like everything was worthless, especially himself. Now though, he felt light as a bird. He couldn't stop smiling, and he felt like if someone asked him to run across the country or something, he could and would do it in a second.
He put his head against Bella’s heart again, and let it stay there. He could hear her heart, and the sound was a reassurance of his happiness. She had said she loved him. Wow. As soon as she had looked at him, he had seen it in her eyes: something had been resolved. He had taken her acceptance of his kiss, perhaps, too seriously, because...she could still love Cullen, too, couldn't she? But...Jacob thought he knew Bella, and was a person to trust in his gut. Right now, his gut said, you are in a great spot right now, better than before, for having talked to her.
He was proud of himself for having talked to her about the troubles, instead of ignoring it or letting her ignore it. With her fingers stroking across his head, Jacob felt on top of the world.
The thrumming in his body was of two kinds. One was content, and the other, bodily one was not. It wanted to squeeze her breasts, to play with her breasts, to tease her sexually and make her plead for fulfillment. It wanted to know what it would be like to spank her, or to have her tease him. It wanted everything, every stupid nonsensical fantasy. He chuckled to himself, thinking of that stupid dream of her on the motorcycle with only his shirt on.
"What are you laughing at?" Bella asked.
Jacob smiled. "Oh, you don't want to know. I have some wild ideas in my head that are never going to see the light of day."
She sounded amused, her voice light above him. "What sorts of ideas, Jake?"
"Mmmm. Well." He felt his body tightening, his cock springing to attention, and gasped at the sudden swell of his lust. "I just..." He squirmed a little in her arms, his hands flapped around his crotch but never quite reached for his zipper, too shy to wreck the moment, his brain too lusty to let him be still. "My ideas are pretty stupid, really. I was thinking of you on the first day of..." He licked his lips, embarrassed, "Of being in heat. I couldn't help it. And so I thought of all these stupid ideas...with you in them."
Bella had stopped stroking his head, and now her fingers crept down the side of his face, across his neck, and down over his chest, where she scratched lazily. "You make me terribly curious with your vague description...’Stupid' could be anything."
He laughed. "It is."
Bella sat up a little beneath him, and now her hand moved, ever so slowly, further down his body. Jacob was panting. Her words came breathy in his ear now, as she said, "What, am I in black leather and thigh high boots? Do you have me strung up on your wall? Decorating the kitchen counter?” She giggled a little, and the sound made him harder. She whispered, “I want to know."
He pictured her in all the situations she described, and they were all good. He licked his lips, and planted his hands firmly over his thighs in an attempt to tell them to stop. Moving. Her hand was now inching over his navel.
"All of your ideas sound good," he breathed. "I went with anything, really. The only rule was nothing that would hurt you."
Bella's voice was throaty in his ear and the sound alone made Jacob's cock say gimme gimme gimme! Her hand was moving way too fucking slow.
"Tying me up wouldn't hurt me, if you do it right," she said, "And I like your kitchen counter." She laughed. "It's smooth."
He wondered what she would say if he described to her the image in his head of him fucking her from behind, his cock ramming into her soft bottom, with her hands splayed on said kitchen counter and his hands so tight on her hips it would bruise. Then he would lick her there, up the back of her thighs and over the stinging soft cheeks of her ass, parting them to blow and suck and lick at the tender hole. No, he would do that first, before fucking her.
Later it would be his come on her ass cheeks, and he would watch her step into the shower to clean up, but then it would get too much and he would step in there with her and fuck her again. This time it would be from the front, even harder, against a wall, and the walls would crack and his dad would complain later but it would be worth it to see her all wet and hear her screaming his name and have her nipples get cold and hot, cold and hot, under the water and his tongue. Oh fuck.
She would wrap her legs around him, too, and grab at the shower handle so the temperature would change, and when they were done she would collapse into his arms and he would carry her to his bed...and she would be beautiful, her pearly skin visible through a thin white cotton shirt of his...
"Oh fuck," he moaned. His ideas were so good, and her warm body was beneath him right now, and her hand had finally reached south. He felt a whimper burbling up from his throat as she rubbed, ever so lightly, over the giant tent that had formed in his jeans. He could hear himself panting loudly from some world far away, and he was all heat and hardness.
"Jacob, please, share your ideas with me." Jesus what was he doing dreaming of her when she was right there with him? Her voice sounded so good. He could tell she really wanted to know. He was practically in her lap now somehow, a strange position, with her hand on his aching arousal, her hair and breasts against his back. He wondered if he was too heavy and shifted his weight a little.
"I, um...mmm...I've...got you up against the counter...," he licked his lips, and her fingers were undoing his jeans, "And we're all...wet and good...together...with nothing on, and nothing between us...and I get to touch you everywhere...with everything, and my mouth, a lot..." He felt drunk in his lust, and groaned as she eased his clothes from him, and hefted his cock in her hand. Her thumb started rubbing.
"And?"
"And...oh Bells...we're moving together, and...hnh...I get to...slap you a little, on the bottom..." He knew he was blushing now, and was suddenly relieved he couldn't see her face. He rushed on, "And, when we're done with that, uh, we take a shower, and uh...th-that's it."
"Hmmmm," she said. Her hand pumped him hard and long, and Jacob felt like his heart was down there, god he was hard. She slithered out from under him, and he noted how flushed her face was. Had he embarrassed her with his ideas? He blushed under her gaze.
"I knew boys were creative creatures when it came to all this, Jake..." She smirked at him. "But I didn't know I'd actually like their ideas. Well, your ideas, I mean. Yours are good."
She was totally turning the flirt on and Jacob wondered why he'd never seen this side of her before, but he knew he liked it. He also liked the way her mouth was now biting a trail up his thigh, and she gave him one long lick up his length. He trembled against her.
Suddenly she was climbing over him, onto him, and oh Jesus he could feel the soft heat of her against his thigh, the wetness of her lust on his skin. He opened his eyes to look at her, and she shuddered against him.
"Jacob," she whispered softly, "I want everything you want. I want it all. I want you to touch me everywhere like you said..." She was blushing madly, smiling shyly, but her body wanted it unashamedly. Her nipples were tight and erect and she moved against him, her crotch rubbing over his thigh again and again.
Jacob sat up a little and pressed his forehead against hers. He stared into her eyes. "Are you sure?"
She looked at him long and hard, and then her expression softened and she whispered in a sort of laugh, "Yes."
He was surprised, when she slid her body over his, and his cock was suddenly inside the heat and wet of her. God she was wet. Tight. So fucking tight. He put his palm against her mouth, and let her teeth dig bloody marks into his palm when he broke her. His palm became raw and red and chewed, and he moved slowly, until the pain left her.
Then, she started to move. Her tight, slick hole was inching up and down his length, and with every move down, that tight grasp on his cock made him shiver. He moved up and down with her, and he couldn't stop moving. An aching rhythm was created, slow and shaky at first, then faster.
He licked his lips. He kissed her. He sucked her earlobes and formed a hickey on her neck. His hands were on her hips, her waist, her breasts. Then they were rolling over, and he pressed her into the blanket. He was careful to never use his full strength. The blanket got wrinkled beneath them, and Bella's hands made nail marks on his back, when he pushed a little more, earning a loud moan.
As Jacob moved faster within her, he reveled in it. He had imagined her body, but never her sounds or sensations. She whimpered softly when he was slow, and her tight hole squeezed against him. Her muscles rippled against him when he moved in fast thrusts, Jesus that was good! The faster he moved, the louder she was, moaning and crying out his name. She didn't even finish it sometimes, caught in the ecstasy, her fingers clenching at his hair, at his wrists. Her breasts jiggled with his movements, and he stopped to suck at a nipple once. She groaned in protest at the pause, and then he could hear her panting as he suckled.
They had moved somehow to the foot of a tree, and their bed was of needles now. He brushed them from her hair, and looked deep in her eyes, and she looked back, saying simply, "Jake. My Jake."
When her fingers played at her clit, rubbing, Bella was surprised. Her eyes widened, and she pressed her head hard against his chest. Then she fell back, and as he touched her, he watched her face. It was open and soft with lust, melting in pleasure. He licked down her face, tasting the sweat on her neck, her breast. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he swore at the change in sensation, how good it felt.
He felt insanely energetic and strong for most of it, but he did not lose his thoughtfulness for her, did not get hazed in lust as he thought he would. That was something he felt quite proud of. He could see Bella knew it, too, in her smiles, in the way she responded to his thrusts and little, added touches, and in her speaking of his name again and again. She would say it quietly, passionately, for his ears only.
He let her push him back and down, at one point, and the needles prickled against his back and tickled his ears. He watched her as she straddled him, and sunk her body down on him. Her long dark hair was a wavy, wild mess around her shoulders. It had needles in it. Her body was beaded with perspiration, and the muscles in her legs flexed against him. Her brown eyes were glowing with desire and a smile twisted her lips. She was gorgeous.
When she started to move against him, Jacob was stunned. She was so good, so beautiful. Then, he did feel a little dazed. He lay back, letting her do it. He loved how crazy her hair was, how loud her sounds, her grunts, the way her breasts bounced in a slow, mesmerizing fashion. Her hands would slide in and grasp at his buttocks, which made him laugh, and then with his cock thrumming between them she arched her body down like a cat's, and rubbed her breasts against him. He slid his fingers through her hair, smiling. He licked his lips with a groan of lust as his fingers drifted down her body. Her skin was slick with sweat now, and he found that turned him on even more. She nibbled over his ear and he moaned, before starting up again.
They ended up against the roots of a tree, with its rough bark probably scraping her shoulders, and his large hands protecting her lower back and pushing her legs around him again. His knuckles were raw but he didn't mind, all of him was raw, his body tingling and his cock thrumming and his voice hoarse, a little blood didn't matter.
She pushed back against him, harder and harder as his thrusts became more powerful. He looked at her glowing in happiness, with her head tilted back and her hands on his arms, digging in. Her body was soft and full and beautiful. He wished he could keep her like that always. Gorgeous, hot, flustered, her body slick with sweat, she urged him on and he pressed into her one more time. A growl came from him, and he felt all the lust in him burst in a satisfying rush, his seed spilling into her body.
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