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CRESCENT MOON
A Twilight fanfic
by lordoberon
Chapter 7
Jacob's POV

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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.
This is perfect, he thought, she’s perfect for me and I want nothing else. I haven’t wanted anyone or anything so long or so badly. And now…here we are!
They lay there for a long time together. They were a tangle of limbs. He couldn’t stop smiling. Every time he looked at Bella, his Bella, curled up beside him, he felt a thrum of sheer joy burble in him. It was like a wild river that had been dammed was now open and flowing freely within him. He almost wanted to leap in the air and scream for the joy of it.
As he watched Bella watching him, Jacob was surprised that he still felt energetic. At the same time his limbs felt incredibly heavy and relaxed. He was fully awake, but he also felt like he lay in a sort of warm bath. As he looked at her, having been satisfied, he was able to notice new things about her.
First, she had a scar at the top of a shoulder blade, and then there was the scar from the vampire James. Other than that, her skin was so perfect and white it was almost eerie. She had very smooth skin, and her hands were only a little callused from the toughness that Forks had given her. Second, as always, she was injured, but this time it was only a cut on one leg. “Shaving,” she giggled, when he asked. He hadn’t heard Bella giggle very much at all – it was a relief that she wasn’t the type – but now, here, the sound made Jacob feel like giggling himself, almost.
The more he looked at her body, and into her eyes, the more Jacob could actually see the change and lightness and happiness that she had talked about, in her. It was part of his goodness to her, or so it seemed from what she had said. Her body was relaxed. Contentedness was in the way she snuggled to him, in the way her arm lay gracefully over the sweet curve of her waist, and it was in how much she let him look. She had never let him look for very long, when she was with Cullen (was, Jacob thought, had never been a more wonderful word!). Now he could look all he wanted.
He looked at her cut, and her scar, and he traced the fine hairs on her arms. He tucked his nose into her neck and breathed in that wonderful Bella scent. She had a scent to him, too, but he had never mentioned this to her back when she was spilling her and Cullen’s life to him before he had reached his wolfhood. Her scent was delightfully human, and strong in his nose. He loved it. It always made him eager to see her, knowing she was near.
She laughed as he took a few long strands of her hair in his hand, and kissed them. Then he couldn’t help but kiss her, over and over again. He wanted her to feel that she was her own self again, owned by no one, but the wolf in him wanted to make sure that everyone would know she was his. The wolf in him wanted to leave a mark behind. He lay back on the nettles and thought about what would be right. A bite mark made him think of vampires, and he knew it would for her, too. So that was out. He was sure she had some scrapes on her back from the tree, and for a moment when he thought of that, he winced.
Then he remembered the wolf charm that he had given her, long ago, which he had seen a while ago hung over the head of her bed. She only wore it sometimes, which hurt. Now was his chance. But then again, no, he thought. He didn’t want to make her promise anything. He didn’t want to tie her down in any way. That would be too much like Cullen.
Jacob’s thoughts were interrupted as a sudden growl from Bella’s stomach split the silence. They both laughed. “Here,” he said, and helped her up. They walked back to the rumpled blanket they had abandoned at the edge of the sands. Jacob shook it out, and lay it back down. Then, gesturing that Bella sit next to him, he started taking nettles out of her hair.
“My dad’s used to these things being all over the house from me,” he said, “But, when the boys come over, I don’t want a lot of questions. Not now…” His voice became a whisper. “Not yet.”
She tried to turn back to look at him, but Jacob just kept his head down and concentrated on his task. He didn’t want to give all the whirling in his brain, now that he could actually think, to her. She had enough with Cullen. She didn’t need to have to deal with his wolf brothers, too. That was his job.
Finally, Jacob was done. When he said so Bella leapt up, saying, “I’m starving!” He laughed at her, and handed her one end of the blanket. He was still laughing as they folded it up until it was a square, which he tucked under one arm.
Putting her clothing back on – his shirt, her pants, he noticed with a grin – Bella asked, “Why is that so funny?”
Jacob watched her, as he let his hand drift down her arm to her hand. When he clasped it, she seemed to have no problem. Good. “I’m laughing because it makes me think…well, it makes me think of all those times they called you ‘the vampire girl,’ and how now…maybe you’re not that anymore.”
Her hand clenched against his, and she whispered shakily, “Jake, I said I love you, and I meant it. I can’t turn back now. I’m tired of turning around and around in circles. Let’s go eat.”
They sun had set a while ago, and as they stepped in through the back door, Jacob flicked the light on. He put the blanket down on the living room couch, and went to check the kitchen clock. Six thirty. He had half an hour before his dad got home.
“Hey Bells, would you like a grilled cheese?”
She plopped down on a chair and nodded her head. He could see how tired she was from her slow movements, but it was a joyful sort of tired. He readied all the things, and set the sandwiches to cooking. When he sat down across from her, Bella quickly lifted her head from where it rested against her arms. Was she afraid he would disapprove of her tiredness? Or worry about her? He was worried now, a little.
“You look really out of it,” Jacob said, grinning. He reached a hand across to grab hers. He just couldn’t get enough of making sure she was his. It just felt too good to resist. Then, he frowned as he wondered; maybe he had pushed her too hard? He didn’t think she would be so tired, but then again, he was himself feeling tired a little now, too.
“Bella, I didn’t go too far, did I? You want a ride home?”
She smiled at him, and her thumb pressed against his. Her hair was now slightly less messy looking, only frizzy at the bottom. But the clothing she wore was rumpled, and she slumped a little in her chair. “Jacob, please. Don’t baby me. I feel just fine. I can drive myself home. But, I was thinking you might like to accompany me home. What do you think?”
She was inviting him to spend more time with her. This was rare. Jacob wondered what she was thinking of, but he didn’t want to push her. He just wanted her happy, and she was. “I would love it,” he said.
The grilled cheese was done quickly, and they both gobbled theirs down. Jacob was still hungry, but he had only a little while now until his dad arrived home. Shit. He wished he could spend time alone with Bella like this forever!
This time it was Bella who grabbed his hand, and standing up, she pulled him down the hall. “Jacob, I think we both need this, and I want to sortof…I want to have time with you before the normal world comes back home for a grilled cheese.”
Jacob bit his lip to hold back his excitement as he realized, they were doing the shower idea. She was closing the bathroom door behind them. She was turning on the shower. Was this really happening? He couldn’t believe his luck.
“Um, Bells, right about now is when I’m afraid that I’m dreaming all of this and you’ve just switched to fantasy Bella. Pinch me or something.”
She laughed at him, and then leaned back against the sink, thinking. He watched. He waited. He was feeling antsy again. The itch, the heat, was returning to him. It wasn’t raging, but prickling all over him. He felt it, and every little moment of staring at her, waiting, was making it stronger.
Bella finally shrugged, and said, “I don’t know. Would it help if I said I feel a little silly? I’m expecting you to laugh at me at any moment…but I suppose, since this was your idea, you wouldn’t. Um, I like your idea…but uh, if you want this to be totally normal and not fantasy-like, then you have my full permission to leave me to have a nice, hot…lonely…shower.”
She smirked at him as she said this. There she was flirting again. He bit his lip more. He wanted her, he really did, but he was not used to Bella taking charge. Secretly he liked it, but what would she do or think if he let her know? Would she feel like he was using her? He didn’t want to be like Cullen. He wanted honesty in this.
He woke up a little as Bella pinched him on the arm. “There’s your pinch. You’re free to go.”
But he didn’t go. He couldn’t. No way. Instead, he watched.
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Bella’s POV
She still felt a little silly, but she also felt good. She enjoyed teasing Jacob, just as he enjoyed teasing her. Teasing Edward was different, because she would always revert back to being…well, to being just, the girl that was focused on Edward. She had been thinking about it on the way back, how much she had focused on him. How much it had hurt when he left her. It had hurt her that he would leave at all. His explanation about making it better for them did not make sense to her – it was better for her safety, yes, but not better for them. It also, now that she thought about it, was selfish. He knew that leaving would hurt her, and yet he still did it.
Jacob wouldn’t do that.
She genuinely wanted a few moments of time with Jacob before Billy Black returned. She wanted to try Jacob’s shower idea. It was exciting. It did make her feel silly, but it wasn’t a stupid silly like Jessica or some other girls used to be, or a nasty, take-advantage-of conversation (Angela had told her, once, that they had talked about Edward like this once. Instead of replying, like a person who was a person at all would, she had shrugged it off, because as long as she was with Edward, it didn’t matter. In retrospect, she wished she had spoken up for herself more often to that whole crowd).
Also…she felt like she really, really would love a warm shower or even a bath right now. She ached, just a little, all over. Her back hurt; the scrapes from the tree stung. And she knew there was blood from when he had broken her, and wanted to clean that before they did any more. Could she even do any more?
The silly she felt around Jacob felt good. It was a, things are good, silly. It was a, things won’t be perfect forever but we have now, silly. It was living in the moment, and that was something Bella hadn’t done in a very long time.
She grinned at Jacob watching, as she shucked off her pants, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She admitted to letting it slide delicately and slowly from her shoulders, because god it felt good to be watched like this. To be wanted, and yes there was a thrill to Jacob being a werewolf. It wasn’t the same as Edward holding back; it was better. Jacob held himself back, just enough, but he was still personal about it. His touching of her was so passionate. His strong body above her, around her, near her, was hot and ready. He was ready for anything.
She slid the rest of her clothes off of her, and with one smirking glance back at Jacob, she turned the hot water on, and turned the switch to get the shower spray going. Immediately she stepped in, and it felt sooo good to have the hot water on her! It glided, silky with soap as she scrubbed down her body. She splashed water over her breasts and between her legs, and turned around and let it glide down her back and over her hair. Mmm.
Then she opened her eyes and Jacob was suddenly in front of her. She smiled at the lust and love in his eyes, and stepped back, away from him, more into the heat and wet of the steaming shower. He bit his lip, and followed, growling, “Bella…you like to tease me…don’t you?” His fingers skimmed up to trace around her navel. His clothes were soaked now and the hair at his forehead dripped little tendrils down his face. He looked amazing all wet.
“I love to tease you, Jake. It’s one of my favorite pastimes…”
The more the water fell over her, the less tense her body became, but now with Jake in front of her looking gorgeous like that, she felt her breath quicken and a new sort of feeling wriggling itself back into her body. It felt luscious and good, and exciting, like tasting something and having its flavor burst over her tongue.
Jacob’s fingers teased her in response, and his eyes held hers; a tiny smirk was starting to curl his mouth. He let his hands only drift over her, tracing around her nipples, over her sides and her back, and down to her bottom where, with a groan, he gave up. His hands clenched over her buttocks, cupping her flesh, and he buried his nose behind her ear. His breath came sharp and fast against her now, and she felt his desire jutting against her.
Then, so quick it made Bella gasp, Jacob was whirling her around. He pressed her body back against his, his hands over her breasts, and then his hands moved to encircle her wrists. Bella leaned back against him, laughing, and then knelt down on the floor of the shower with her back to him. She slid her hands tightly to grasp a rod on the side of the tub.
Groaning, Jacob sunk to kneel behind her. His voice was a throaty whisper in her ear, asking, “Bells, do you really want this? Or are you just indulging me?”
She licked her lips, smiling, and hoped he could hear that in her voice. “I’m curious.”
She gasped as his tongue started to work over her, kissing and suckling at the back of her neck. His hands grabbed her hair into two sections, and he laid them over her shoulders. Then his hands crept, down, down her hair to cup her breasts. His tongue gently pressed against the scrapes on her back. “Curiosity…is good enough for me…Bells, how does your back feel?”
She could barely speak, with his thumbs circling her nipples and his tongue communicating so much need.”I, I…i-it feels…fine, Jake…”
His tongue had gone all the way down her spine, making her shiver. Now it played over her buttocks, over her cheeks. Something told her to be accessible, so she turned to the side and curled down. The water beat down over her head and her back and over Jacob’s head. She could feel the extra drops going from his head down to drip over her thighs. The water was warm but his body crouched behind her, his hands on her legs, his tongue on her skin, was very hot.
His large, callused hands were parting a new entrance, a forbidden thing, and Bella’s breath came harsh at the intrigue of it. Then his tongue was there, too, caressing, stroking, diving in, and she could hear his whimpers as he fought to hold back, fought or maybe reveled in how intensely he was enjoying it. As his tongue got deeper in her, Bella was panting and pushing back against him. Then he moved up and she heard him abandon his clothes. She felt him posed to enter her from behind with his cock thrumming against her.
“W-Wait, wait,” she said, and he sat back, a questioning sound coming from his throat. She turned around, and stood up. She switched the water to cold, and shuddered as it woke up her senses even more. Her skin was on fire inside, but her outside was sharp and aware now from the cold. She turned back to him, and kneeling down in front of him, she pushed against his chest. Obediently, his eyebrows raised in wonder, Jacob let her position him – lying back in the curve of the back of the tub, his arms at his sides.
Like that, she took over him. She took control. His wrists were hot in her hands, and she could tell he itched to touch her but he didn’t at the shake of her head. The woman, the female wolf in control, she subdued her mate. With her knees and hands she clambered up, over him – he swore, and she smirked – until he was holding her weight on his shoulders – he sat up, his hands sliding to support her lower back – and with the water over them and her head raised back, he licked in her, deep and long.
He started slow, teasing, but when she thrust her hips forward he moved faster. She moaned at his tongue’s ministrations, knees digging into his shoulders, and then as he became frenzied she was gritting her teeth to keep from shouting, and she curled her body over him. His hair tickled her breasts and his hands were hard and firmly holding her, muscles in his arms tight against her legs, her hips. She started to move against him, panting, pushing, and he loved it, groaning, and at one point he lifted his head up and stared up into her eyes.
His look was sharp with heat at first, and then softened. She smiled back, and then they began again.
When she was so close that her whole body felt aflame even under the cold water, Bella scooted back, away. She stood up, and put her hands on the metal rod again. “Now,” she said, “Gently.”
He looked at her, puzzled, and she laughed. He let her grab his hand, and as she placed it at the small of her back, with his fingers on her bottom, his eyes widened in realization.
“Oh – oh!” he said, and she saw the glimmer of excitement roar in his gaze.
She could tell that he was nervous, from his hesitance. She felt suddenly nervous, too. What was she doing? This was crazy! But then a part of her said, she never would have had this sort of nerve around Edward, and it was quite exciting, really. She was not one to back down from things easily, so she decided to stay put, and closed her eyes.
His first touch came as a light stinging sensation – the memory of his fingertips on her skin, gone it seemed before they had arrived. Then he was hitting again, harder, and Bella gasped.
Jacob stopped, and his breath was panting and loud even with the shower going. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
“No. No, go again.” She was still curious. She never would have said yes to anything like this before today, because she had been with Edward, cautious Edward…but now, here she was, and the excitement in her was building.
Jacob started again, and his hits were quick. They left at first a pang, and then a burn that spread across her buttocks. It started to feel good though, despite herself. Mostly it was because behind her, Jacob was making sounds – low guttural groans, and whimpers – and beyond the sting of pain, she could feel the desperation in his touches, how with this, she was fulfilling something that he hadn’t ever thought she would say yes to. It felt good to be satisfying him, to be giving him something. She always felt like she was taking away from Jacob. Now, it was different.
He started to slap his hand harder against her, and she could feel that it would leave a mark on her bottom, the shape of his hand, even though he was being gentle for his strength level. She yelped at one hit, and then bit her lip, groaning, as he pressed his body up against her. She could feel his hard cock against the same spot where his hand had just been hitting, and she wanted it. She wanted him to take her from behind like he had suggested, but she also wanted to touch him and lick him and do everything else that he had said. Maybe all of his ideas were worth a try, since this one was so good…
His breath was hot and harsh against her, and his hands moved up to caress and hold her breasts. “Bells,” his voice was soft and low, “Jesus Bells you’re an expert at driving me crazy…”
She slithered out of his grasp and turned around to face him. His cheeks were flushed – she could feel hers were, too – and his cock was tight and wet with so much need. His dark hair had plastered against his head, and his fingers pushed up against her breasts, stroked her nipples…
Bella realized how much she had lost control, too. She could tell he was wild with the heat now, but some small caring part of him was forcing himself to hold back. She grabbed him and pushed his face to her breasts, and his mouth was immediately on her, sucking her and biting a little, and she squeezed her legs around his waist. Her back was on fire and pain as it rubbed against the hard cold shower wall, but she didn’t care! Then his cock was entering her, rubbing over her thigh and slipping in one hot smooth movement, and she pressed her knuckles into her mouth to stop the loud sounds that struggled up from her throat.
“Mmm, Jake, J-Jake…” He was slow for a few moments, but then it all came roaring forth. She felt his hands all over her, cupping her breasts, holding her to him, fixing her legs more solidly around him, and his cock pounded in her harder and harder. Her thighs were aching and her muscles protested but within her, oh within her he was so good and hard and his speed and force made the pleasure bubble and spill over within her. They were gone quick, done; his need burst within her. Already, with a shout, he was coming in her and on her thighs. She pressed her head against his chest and bit, hard, as she felt her release burst over and in her, oh it felt so good, and a long loud howl of satisfaction whirled from his throat and made her shiver against him.
They fell back and down to the floor of the tub, and lay there gasping together for moments on moments. His hands were in her hair, brushing tendrils from her face, and his eyes searched hers, asking for approval, pleading, and when she nodded, breathless, she was rewarded with a grin that felt like the sun rise.
In turn, she kissed him, kissed over his neck and his jaw, and tenderly over the bite mark she had made. “Does it hurt?” she whispered.
“No,” he murmured. “It doesn’t hurt. All my hurts are good now…” He wrapped his arms around her, and threw his head back with a sigh of contentment.
Their rendezvous was ended, suddenly, as a loud rap came on the door. Billy Black’s voice came through it: “Jacob? I’m home. I thought we were doing dinner together?”
Bella and Jacob’s gazes met, both with their mouths open and eyes wide. Now what?
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Jacob’s POV
Jacob bit the inside of his cheek and began to gnaw at it. Shit. Dad was home. Why did he have to come home now? What was Jacob going to do with Bella? They couldn’t be seen leaving the bathroom together, of course.
Argh. He admitted most of his frustration was because he had wanted to exult in this moment. Again. It had felt so good to lie in the nettles with her earlier, and now he had wanted to be like that again, feeling good inside and feeling how satisfied she was with him…feeling her love, and seeing it in her eyes. It hadn’t ceased to amaze him, since he had heard her say she loved him, and yet it felt right, like it should have been said eons ago.
God to have her in here with him, and the water going everywhere…to see the drops sliding silky down her body, and to have her bottom beneath his hands, and hear her sounds…fuck. Fuck it was good. He felt ready to do it again, almost, but now was not the time. And then the way she had just reacted to him, squeezing against him, and her shiver when he howled…
“I, I’ll be there in a sec,” he shouted to his dad. When the wheelchair rumbled off, Jacob nuzzled his nose against Bella’s ear. “Did I scare you?” he whispered. “All of my…the force, and the howling, um…it just came out of me. I’m sorry if it – “
“Don’t be silly!” She smiled at him. “I enjoyed it.”
He smiled back at her, and reached a hand up to trace her mouth. “Bella, Bella,” he said, shaking his head. “I love you.”
She kissed his cheek. “And me, you. But we’ve got to get up!”
Reluctantly they both stood up, and while Bella dried, changed back into her clothes and gathered her swim things in the bathroom, Jacob snuck out and put on a proper, clean set of clothing. Then, Bella slipped down the hall past Billy in the kitchen, and stood by the doorway, waiting. She looked back at him, and Jacob could tell her eyes were asking him: Are you coming with me?
He had to. There was no way he wasn’t going to. So Jacob nodded to her, and stepped into the kitchen and placed his hands on his father’s shoulders. “Dad. Ah, I’ve got to go help Bella. Her car broke down on the way back from the beach, and she’s sort of stranded. I’m just going to go get it working again and maybe drive her home. I’ll be back soon. Sorry about dinner…”
Billy turned his head in his wheelchair, but he couldn’t quite get a good look at Jacob’s face because of the height difference. Jacob could feel his father’s tension in the air, that nervousness that was so quick to come into Billy Black’s eyes, and then Billy turned his head back to his dinner. “Son, do you think that’s such a good idea? I mean…with you being in this condition until the day after tomorrow. I think you should stay here. Let those…let those over the Quileute borders take care of her. She’s theirs, anyway.”
Billy’s voice was laced with contempt in the last sentence. And Jacob knew that “those over the border” was a nice way of talking about the vampires. He sighed. Billy was not going to make this easy. “Look, I’ve got to. I’ll be careful, I promise. It’ll be a matter of minutes.”
Billy shook his head. “Yes, but then driving her back, that will take more than a few minutes. What if something were to happen, Jake? I know you’ve been doing fine…but this is different. This is Bella Swan. You are always different with her.”
Damn it, Jacob hated it when Billy did this. He always made it harder to do any simple thing. He over thought things and he was always being cautious. Anything with Bella, anything with the vampires, and he was even more cautious. He thought of Bella as one of the vampires, almost, from the way he talked about her. It made bile rise in the back of Jacob’s throat.
“Look,” he barked, “I’m going whether you like it or not. It’ll be fine. See ya.”
He grabbed his shoes from the hallway, and didn’t look in Bella’s eyes as they stepped out the door. When they were sitting in the car, Bella looked over, and put her hand over his.
Jacob let a big sigh come out. “He’s always like that. Fuck if it doesn’t get old. Bells, we can’t drive this back now; my whole alibi will fall through. How about I walk you back? You can get your car tomorrow. It’s not like you really need it anyway…he…always drives you.”
He watched from the corner of his eye as she bit her lip, and her gaze went down to the floor for a few moments. Damn it he was letting his anger out on her. This isn’t how it was supposed to be, after the wonderful day they had had. Plus, he felt the bristling of anger churning in him as a dangerous prospect, a possibility of phasing. He needed to stop.
Jacob forced himself to smile, and took her hand. “Come on.”
Holding her hand, Jacob walked them all the way to the Quileute border. Once they were over, he breathed a sigh of relief. Now if he got angry – no, no he would not phase! – there was less of the risk of his pack sensing it, and less of the…he gulped…possibility that Sam had talked about, happening.
For a while they took Bella’s pace down the road, going up the road in the direction of her house. They walked in silence.
Then, Jacob couldn’t stand it anymore. Tugging her to him, he wrapped his arms around her, and breathed in her scent. Mmm. Now he felt calm.
“Jacob,” she spoke into his chest. “I want us to talk a little.”
“Okay.” They started to walk again.
“Well, I just…I’m worried about you. How are you ever going to talk to the other wolves about this? And Sam? And Billy, for that matter…he seemed upset.”
Jacob took a deep breath, and looked at her sternly. “Look, you’ve got enough to….just…let me handle it, okay? I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”
She frowned, and then murmured, “Alright. I’ll try.”
Jacob turned to look at her. She familiar old Bella now, back in her regular clothes, a plain blue shirt and a pair of jeans. But she was his Bella. His. Her love for him was there in the way she squeezed his hand, and when she felt his gaze on her, she pulled hers from the road ahead and smiled to see him looking. Ah, to finally have a smile when he looked at her, instead of a half-grimace that tried to hide itself and not hurt his feelings! He felt the same swell of joy that had come in him earlier, whooping in his head, and making his heartbeat quicken.
“Bells, can I ask you…can I ask you to be careful, when you talk to Cullen? I just…I worry about your task, in talking to him, too. Or all of them…” He thought about it, suddenly. How would the other Cullens react to knowing that Bella had gone to the wolf side now? Would there be a fight? He shuddered. Although part of him itched to rip some of them apart, especially Edward for his hurting of Bella, and that doctor, Carlisle, for allowing it in the first place, he knew that would really help nothing. And it would hurt his pack, too. He didn’t want them to go to war over him, and he knew Bella might feel guilty if they did. She didn’t want to be a Helen of Troy.
A long silence followed Jacob’s question about Cullen, and then Bella said quietly, “You know, I…it’s funny, I’ve known him for years…but I am still not sure how he will react to this. It’s one of the first times I can’t pretend that I know what he’s going to do or say. I don’t know if he’s going to be angry, or…sad…” Her voice broke a little there, and she finished in barely a whisper, “He and I…we think we know each other, but then there are mysteries that we don’t really know. We never really know each other’s true minds.”
Jacob wasn’t sure if she was referring to some specific incident, but he decided not to ask. Maybe it was time to change the topic. He brushed his thumb softly down her skin and turned to her, asking, “Do you want to do that biking you suggested earlier?”
“What? But, aren’t they back at – “
“It’s okay.” He felt suddenly excited. “I can get ‘em quick.”
So, reluctantly, he left her alone for a moment, and rushed back to his house. He heaved a bike over one shoulder, and rushed back to her. When he put the bike down in front of her, Bella laughed, and giving him that flirting tone again she said, “Only one?”
“Hell yes!” He replied. “You haven’t driven one of these in eons! I wouldn’t fancy you crashing us and me having to explain to Charlie why I’m bringing you home in pieces. C’mon.”
He was already on the bike, ready to go. With a laugh, Bella slid in behind him. He felt giddy with warmth as he positioned her arms around his waist, and he felt her lean into his back. He kicked the bike off the brake and yelled over the motor’s sudden roar, “Hold on tight!”
They roared over the road, night fast falling behind them and sending the shadows of pines onto the road ahead. Jacob laughed to himself as Bella hugged herself tighter to him. He could feel the clench of her thighs behind his legs, and her soft body was pressed up the closest it could come to him. She had her nose tucked into his shoulder, and he could feel her smiling against his back.
They wheeled to stop in front of Charlie’s house seconds later, it seemed. Jacob suddenly wished he had taken longer to get her back, as he sighted the familiar house. He caught the silhouette of Charlie at the window looking out as he turned to help Bella off the motorcycle, and grinned to himself. Then, with Bella standing in front of him, he grabbed her in his arms and hugged her.
She laughed, and pressed a quick kiss to that bite mark she’d given him on his chest, and then she pulled away and he let her make the show of slapping him on the arm, though really it was him pushing against her so she wouldn’t hurt her hand against him. Then, she turned to her house. He could see her visibly change in a second, her posture a little drooped, and her gaze a little more serious.
“Tell me how things go with you, Jake,” she murmured, and then she was practically marching to the house, like a soldier going to war. She looked back once before the door and he saw her wink. Ah. So she was nervous about talking to Cullen, but she hoped – or felt? He didn’t feel it, he was nervous – that it would go fine.
The ride back to his house felt awfully lonely.
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Bella’s POV
When Bella walked into the house, all she wanted was to do her laundry, scarf down some food, and go to bed. Her body absolutely ached! But at the same time, she thrummed with nerves from the question Jacob had asked about Edward, and she also felt light and bubbly from riding behind Jacob on the motorcycle.
Her feelings were such a jumble that, when she had said hi to Charlie and turned to see Alice sitting at the dining table, her expression fell. She felt the frown on her face and tried to coax it away, to stop any panic before it reached her eyes. As it was a gasping little breath came from her mouth, and so, shoving away her nerves, she used that. Flinging herself into the little vampire’s arms, she said, “Alice! Hi!” and hugged her.
The vampire hugged her back, oh so gently, and then pushed Bella an arm’s length away. “Bella, are you alright? You’re not usually one to hug people…or greet anyone so enthusiastically.”
The pixie-haired vampire studied Bella’s face a moment, brows furrowing, pouty mouth turned down in concern. The ruffles on the neckline of her blue dress mesmerized Bella for a second, before Bella looked back into those eyes and said, “I just…you know…miss him.”
Alice’s eyes followed Bella as she pulled away from those cold fingers and started putting together a salad and a vegetable stir fry. The vampire glided into the kitchen and sat primly on the countertop, watching as Bella put things together.
Bella decided Alice wanted to know more. She was waiting for explanation. This girl always wanted to know everything! Alice…Bella would miss her, once…but she shoved that thought away, and said, “It’s just that the crowd at the beach really grated on my nerves today. Mike was flirting with me in front of Jessica as usual, and she hated it as usual, so I walked over to Jacob’s, because my car wouldn’t start. We had lunch together, and now he’s got the car over at his house and he’s going to bring it over tomorrow. It was a relief to see someone who genuinely cares about me, you know?”
Alice was behind her now, as Bella cooked, but Bella could hear the chirp in Alice’s voice as she said, “Well, I care! I’ve been here almost all day; just ask Charlie. I…I saw you in a vision, and when I came over here Charlie said you were at the beach in La Push, and I couldn’t go there, so…I decided to wait for you here.”
Bella mindfully stopped her jaw from clenching. This. Here it was again. The way she was owned, and the way she had allowed herself to be owned, by Edward and by the other Cullens. It hadn’t looked like this in her eyes before, it had seemed like love, and it still was, but…it didn’t feel right anymore. It didn’t feel like where she wanted to be. She wanted Jacob and his unconditional love, and the freedom she felt with him, and that feeling of being aware of herself. She wanted that, not to be some chattel. She took a deep breath, swallowed down the anger, and said, “What did you see, Alice?”
Bella sat down at the table with her plate of food. Charlie had the television on loud, so he couldn’t hear them, but Bella glanced over anyway. Maybe if he would come over to talk to Alice more – he was still fond of her over all the other Cullens – she could eat her dinner in peace without having to feel nervous with all of Alice’s searching looks and questions.
Alice didn’t even bother glancing over her shoulder to check on Charlie. Even so she leaned forward a little on her chair, as Bella started eating. “Bella, I didn’t really see anything. Jacob blocked it. I know that Jacob is a friend of yours, but you know how I get when I can’t see things properly…Only the werewolves appear as grey area like that in my mind. You know, you smell like him all over!” She crinkled her nose, and then situated her hands perfectly clasped in her lap. “Please tell me what’s going on, Bella. I love you. I care for you. And I’d rather one of my best friend’s didn’t reek!” She laughed her tinkling bell laugh, and Bella smiled.
It was hard for her to think of not having Alice as her friend anymore. Alice was reasonable; maybe she would remain Bella’s friend after the news broke. But the others? Bella doubted it. And there was no way, if they all left, that Alice would leave Jasper…Bella felt a clench in her throat at the idea of them all being gone, but then she thought of Jacob and the wolves, and felt a little calmer. She resisted the shaky teary feeling that Alice’s caring tone had amazingly summoned in her, and finished chewing.
The words, “We just sat around and watched tv” were almost out of Bella’s mouth before she realized, what was she doing? That would sound like an excuse. Alice hadn’t even asked a question, really, she had just commented that Jacob had blocked her vision and it was annoying. Okay. Fine. But then what did she mean by asking Bella to tell her what was going on? She knew that Bella had stayed at Jacob’s a long time, to smell so strongly of him. That was it. Bella would pretend ignorance. After all, nothing was going on, was her lie, right? Her stomach felt sick at the thought of lying, and she had to force herself to keep eating.
“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on. I just missed Edward and wanted some company better than the riffraff.” Bella forced herself to smile. Inwardly she was disgusted with herself. Riff raff? That was what they all were, when Edward was around; she didn't make room in her life for anyone else.
Alice rocked back on her chair, smiling. “He’s going to be back tomorrow. I know you’ll miss him tonight, but he promised me he would be back tomorrow, after the morning sun. I miss him when he’s gone, too, you know.”
Bella finished her plate off, and said, “I know.”
It was a relief when Alice left a little while later, after some pointless chatter, trying to convince Bella to buy some new clothes for school that was starting next month, and a bye to Charlie. As Bella was gathering her swim things, about to trek to the laundry room, Charlie said, “So, how was it on the back of Jacob’s motorcycle? I don’t approve of those things, you know. They’re dangerous.”
Bella sighed for more reasons than one. “I know. But it was the only way back. And he insisted on taking only one, you know how he is.”
Charlie’s eyes sparkled with the hint of a grin as he looked at her from over the couch back. “I do know.”
Bella couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction – he knew how persistent Jacob was and had been in trying to get her from Edward. She walked past him before they could talk anymore about it, and after shedding her clothes for her pajamas and shoving the “Jacob-reeking” items into the washer, fell into bed.
At least Charlie approved of Jacob.
Sleep that night was fitful, even though Bella was tired from all the physical activity earlier that day. She ached between her thighs, her back was sensitive still, and she could still feel (with a grin) the sting from Jacob’s hand on her buttocks. When she did sleep, the nightmare of Edwards came to her again, with Jacob telling her to decide at the end, and by morning she woke up feeling an immense relief that she HAD decided.
At the same time, she was exhausted and nervous, and all she could think as she got ready to see Edward that afternoon – he had arranged for them to go out to dinner that evening – was, I wish Jacob were here.
She was in the middle of aimless summer reading in attempts to distract her mind from driving herself crazy when the familiar knock came at the door.
Edward was back.
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