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The Scent
By : LadyNarayamaan
Category: Twilight Series > Het
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AN – Poll is underway. For more information, check AN at the end of this chapter. Danke.
Edit for I know people usually skip AN's all together: Poll issue: Edward Cullen.

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reaper07 - Danke. *bows* Hope you like this one too. Glad to have you with me still.

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*smokes cig waiting for your brain to turn on* ( *loves religion* =D)
*ends up skimming trough the chapter again*
*second review appears, but doesn’t answer cause… well *points up**
*Brain revived* Awwwwwwwwwwww dun say thatttt! It’s just a matter of practice. Really! *pats head trying to make you feel better*

Welcome back! XD Dankiesh, I have been said to have a weird one, glad to find another person that appreciates it :D … That sounded kind of bad, I meant my humour of course. u.u

No, liking Jacob doesn’t mean that Edward is put back! I mean, as I told you, I do like Edward. I think he is delicious to work with. And this brings me to a question I have for you: I have to keep my fingers away from him, but he can have his fingers on himself, right? *grins in epic proportions*
I would never put Edward in any other position then the one I am thinking about. And no I am not thinking about him under Jacob… *gasps* ZOMG, I shouldn’t have said that… It’s… stuck… on… my brain now… NO! *shakes head* I promise I will behave. *scout’s honor*
I am having a poll in the end of this chapter. And I expect you to give me your feedback.
I respect previous claims.

Thank you so much for still sticking around girl. Really. *hug* FYI I love the number three. It’s cute. :3 Muahahaha!

Ultra - Thank you! Hope you like this one too. Jacobbbbb *love*

-**Conflicting emotions**-/Jacob’s POV

Humm…
My arm moves on its own accord, and pushes the delicious pillow against me, but…
Huh?
I inhale deeply and the scent is there… stronger then when I fell asleep.
She’s… home?

My hazy mind lets my eyes open and I look down. Better, I try to. Something’s bellow my chin. Hair.
Everything suddenly comes to view; it’s like I feel everything at once.
She is home.
She is against me.
One of her hands is grabbing mine over her left breast, which pushes against my palm as she breathes deeply and steadily.
Our legs are tangled together. Bare legs.
I can feel the entirety of her back against me, her backside nested against my lower abdomen.

We’re… naked.

I crease my eyebrows, and the second blow hits me with so much force that my jaw slacks.
Oh.Fuck!
She came home and I… we… oh crap.
I gulp and try to move but…
OH MAN.
I.CAN’T.BELIEVE.THIS...!

I am… still… inside.

Gulp.

My lower region praises my acknowledgement with a steady flow of blood that rips a muffled groan from my chest. And the memories that unfold in front of my mind’s eye aren’t helping either.

Oh crap, crap… humm… NO!

How did this happen? Talk about loss of control. What if… what if I had phased? I… loosing control like this, what if I had phased?

Blankness.

She just shifted in her sleep, and her backside is nudging me… I feel myself sliding in just a little bit, and my eyes close, rolling inside eyelids as I let a whimpered moan slip past my lips.

In sleepy sensuality her body moves again, her leg sliding over mine to part her legs more. I am painfully aware of the smoothness of the inner skin of her thigh against mine.
And she… moans in a tiny almost childish mewl that turns indecent due to our current position.

I still can’t believe this. My stomach has so many knots I can’t even count them.
Yesterday was a blur, but as seconds pass it all replays like a punishment behind my closed eyelids.

And I don’t need to say this was doing me no good as I tried to calm myself down. After all, I pounced on her like a… rabid wolf. Ah. Ah.

“Ahhhh.” Out in a rough breath and a hissed breath right after. She just locked her leg behind one of my knees, as her lower body is… swaying against me, taking me in little by little.

I am a healthy young man, all things considered, and all the words of apology I was planning to spill out to her because of my behaviour last night were lost as the feeling that had been pooling around the limits of my lower region shot up my spine, making the hand that I have nested against her breast to tighten under her own, and my hips to move in a jerk towards her.

She gasps, sleepily still, groggily letting a word spill out her lips that, even under the current circumstances made a pull at the corner of my lips.

“Jacob… Ahh… humm... ”

Apologies are filed in “later issues”.

I can feel the harder peak of her breast against my palm, and an alien, or not so alien lately, part of my brain wants it perkier.
“I am a healthy young man, don’t look at me like that.” I scowl against a pair of black eyes that I realise are my own. We are reflected against the massive window with outside shutters that are closed, making it seem a very big mirror.

Men are into visual. Much more then girls. So it is not weird for me to look at our reflection and feel a squeezed groan sliding from my chest.
So wrong it’s right.
In comparison to me, she is pale.
Her hair, ruffled, in a mess of darkened gold seems as soft as it is, so different from my black one.
She is small, but toned in all the right places. I bet she works out occasionally.
My eyebrows crease slightly as I see a darker patch of skin close to her hip… I crease my eyebrows as I try to see what it is…
And derail, as my eyes catch her motion, as if my body wouldn’t notice it: Her hand over mine pushes it more against her, in an upward motion, as again her leg moves to circle her hips against mine, taking me in a little more, then retreating. I can see all individual muscles. I can even see (yes I would feel like a pervert later) myself in the point where I disappear inside her.

This is too much for any hormone raged man to take. I mean… I…

“Jake…” She again moans, but a little less groggily. The sound making my eyes again to set on her reflected face, and see them staring right back at me, half lidded and glazed over.

I feel like a kid just caught spying his next door neighbour in the shower. I can even swear the blood flow has just gone north to meet my cheeks.

It is not like I don’t know what to do. I do. Kinda. I mean, I know but… For crying out loud, I just woke after practically raping the woman because her scent simply drives me in mad mode.

“Morning.” My voice comes out raspy, and she smiles. Ok, she seems not to be that pissed at me.

“Not yet. Dawn.” Her voice is clearer now, even if she still tramples on words a bit. Her right arm comes up in a stretch, her body trying to stretch as well, and my hand on her breast snaps to her hip to keep her there.

Instinct, I swear. Nothing to do with the fact that I like feeling myself still inside her, for as weird as it can sound. Not my fault.

She stops in mid motion, her eyebrows slowly coming up, as her hand hooked on the headboard while falling. Her arm shields her lips from my eyes, as I am still watching her through the reflection.

“Jake?”

“Yeah?”

“Huh…” Silence. She shifts a bit. I don’t respond. But my member does. Quite happily. “Jake?” There is a little bit of curious panic in her voice, if there is such a thing.
I don’t know why, but this makes me want to chuckle. I am loosing my sanity.

“Yes, Lis.” I wonder if she is experiencing the same I did when I woke up, and the idea is hilarious. Would give my arm to know what she is thinking right now.

“You are… huh.”

Ok, I really don’t get it myself. But it seems then whenever she acts pissed or embarrassed, or when there is a chance of me pushing her into being even more pissed or embarrassed, the words that come out of my mouth don’t match my normal behaviour. Like she brings out the deepest bullying instincts in me. Not healthy, but funny as hell.

“I am…?” I prompt, feeling a smug grin tug at my lips.

“Huh…” She wiggles her hips so stealthily that I might think it was simply a product of my imagination.

“Oh!” I say, very low, my lips coming to her ear. “You mean…”
“Yes.” She cuts me off curtly, her eyes closing, and her face somewhat hiding against the crook of her elbow.

“…the fact that…” I am not letting it go. Sue me.

“Yes!” She hisses.

“…I am still…”

“Yess!” She almost growls this one out. Humm.

My lips move even closer to her ear.

“…Inside?” Bet she is going to hit me.

Her breath stops for a second as a reaction. To counter, her heartbeats shot up.

“You didn’t have to say it damn you…” Her words are muffled against her arm.

“You asked me.” I inhale her scent. It does stir things inside me, but not as brutally as… yesterday. I twitch inside her at the memories, and she whines a bit.

“Don’t… do that.” She lets out breathlessly.

“Why not?” I actually want to know. After the initial fear, that I didn’t even verbalize on my hectic thoughts, of her being angered at me for what happened, a kind of peace settled itself. Even if the will to move against her populates my immediate course of mind.

She is still hiding her face against her arm, so my hand on her hip moves upwards to grab her hand and put it against her stomach. Her eyes are still closed.
I nudge her ear softly.

“This is crazy.” She breathes out.

“I know. Still, it feels great.”

“You make me do things that…”

Silence.

I don’t even have time to edit.

“Does it matter?”

She opens her eyes, looking at me through the reflection.

“No. And yes. I don’t really know. I have been discussing your reality since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I feel my eyebrows creasing. I know that feeling well. If it weren’t for the inane scent that still clung to me after she exited the train, I would have thought myself that my sleepless nights had finally caught up with me.

“Do I seem real now?” Train. Memories. Twitch.

“Definitely.” She breathed out. “Even if my head gets all screwed up when were…”

“I know.” Oh did I. It was like I lost contact with myself and another part of my brain takes over. Like in the train. Like in the park, even if I fought it. Like yesterday… My poor explanation was that it had something to do with my… huh… nature. But now I wonder what her explanation was.

“It… pulls me to you.”

I was still fighting the thought of imprint. It had nothing to do with what I have “seen” in Sam’s or the others’ minds. Although, I had to admit, it was kind of painful to think about leaving her… Almost as painful as it was to think about who I was running from. But… There was a problem. I couldn’t tell her what I was. It was against the rules. And it would probably scare her away if I showed her. It hit me with full force as I realised it.
She would run from me.
I would have to leave her eventually.
I was being selfish.
My motives to stay with her were selfish. Only because of my pain for… I don’t want to think about her.
It was selfish, even if she said she wanted me to stay for the same reasons… One day I could loose control and hurt her. And that idea was unbearable, more so than leaving. What have I gotten myself into?

Derail of thoughts as they become a jumble of incoherent babbles. She just pressed herself against me, now with a full intent of doing so instead of the sleepy motions before.
My eyelids flutter closed, my lips parted in a soundless moan. Her hand that I still held against her stomach flips to grab mine.

I look at her, and her eyebrows are in a saddened crease, even if her eyes speak desire to me.

“Don’t.” She says, almost whispered, but evenly, her eyes roaming over mine. Her hand pushed mine over her chest. “Don’t.” She repeats.

Almost as if she sensed my resolution.

“I won’t.” I answer her, even if there weren’t any questions to begin with. I would be with her for as long as it was safe, and she wanted me around. I had a bit of calm here. Acceptance. Peace. Her.

Her head moved to face me, and I slid my arm from under her to prop my torso up just a bit to make it easier. She shifted with me, her leg hooked behind mine making sure our lower regions didn’t part.

“You are not going anywhere, hot man.” She said, with a smile that didn’t quite get to her eyes. She was trying to push the glum that had set around us. I couldn’t help but wonder what had made her choose those words.

“Really?” It really didn’t matter. She wanted me now. And it seems I wasn’t going to go wild. Even with the constant tease of her scent and the other “tease” that was our position. If this was going to work to some extent, I needed to practise my self control.

“Yep. I’ve got you in my leg hold.” She nodded.

“Humm.”

“One day you are going to tell me why you’re so damn hot.” She said, with another sway of hips that made her next statement scarce in breath, and a tiny shred on the rope of my self control to snap. “I am curious…”

“Curiosity killed the cat.” I said. My voice came raspier than I intended it to be. Self control comes only so far.

“I am more into wolves myself, thank you very much.” She retorted breathlessly.

“I bet wolves are also into you…” Could not help the pun, as I chuckled briefly. Control. Even if I was well aware of every twitch of her body.

“Aren’t you… smelling me?” She asked, her eyebrows creasing minimally.

“Why?” She lost me. I can’t really think when I am trying not to move against instincts.

Her face moved to face the window, but I could hear her steady heartbeats fluttering. I craned my neck to look at her face. There was a distinct blush tinting her cheeks.

“I am…” Lip worried by teeth. She decided to not speak it, and show it. Her hips move in a more than intentional way, away and to me with impressive force. And my body awakened from the self imposed stillness as my leg against the mattress pushed down, my hand on her chest sliding to her thigh over mine and grabbing the back of her knee, as I rolled over her; my hand leaving her leg and slapping over the mattress, sliding upward making my wrist push her leg upward by the back of her knee, serving to prop my torso up, as my knees push me up and against her in a grind that makes my teeth grind together.

She groaned against the pillow, her back arching, hers nails clawing on the sheets.

I’m waiting to go nuts. I don’t. And sincerely, I don’t know what’s worst: the savage will that had glazed my mind, or this… insanely clear awareness of her body.

If the confident shameless motions, or these snaps that my mind realises and feedbacks at me. I know it’s confusing. I myself feel confused.

It’s like sitting on the passenger side of a car, versus driving the car yourself.

I am driving it myself. And I realise that the difference is…amazing. The deliberate motions of my body, in my right state of mind have nothing against the memories of my “off” moments.

I feel myself deeply sheathed inside her, and it’s bliss. I can feel the roundness of her backside pushing against my navel area and it’s intoxicating. My body hovers over her back, and I use my arm to lower me to touch her, and every nerve ending seems to stretch to expand the feeling. Her walls squeeze me in soft intervals, as her head moves to the side for her to lay with her right side up. I see the blush, and the way her lips move with her breaths, her eyelids closed, her hands grabbing the sides of the pillow fiercely.

I can feel the moist on the base of my erection, her body’s response to my own. My abdominal muscles move in partnership with my thighs to push myself back half way.
I can feel the slightly colder feeling as the moist part of me exits her.

I see the crease of her eyebrows as her eyes that were about to open close again and a small whine escapes her. I’ve never really looked at her expression like this. It’s like it’s painful, and at the same time not. It works on the feeling that exponentially swarms around my lower region. Beautiful is the word that comes to mind. Fragile.

I don’t even register the movement, as I lower my face to hers, and my lips set over her cheekbone, as I ease myself in again. Feeling as her flesh gently welcomes me once more, parting to receive me fully again. Shooting a stream of pleasure up my spine. I think I moaned. Her breath is deep, but shaken, as she trembles. The crease is permanent on her eyebrows.

“Lis…” I breathe against her cheek.

“Shut up…” She almost growls, even if her face is everything but angered. Am I hurting her? Concern.

“Lis…” I am about to push myself up, but her hand snaps from the pillow to my side, nails clawing at my side, her face moving away from mine, almost all against the pillow, my lips sliding over her ear at her motion since I didn’t move.

“Am I hurting you?”

She stops breathing and then almost chuckles, though it was not in any kind of joy.

“No Jake… just…” She stops, and her hips rise, pushy, against me, making me breathe roughly out. “Just…” She pushes her flexed leg a little bit upwards on the bed, as she uses it to sway towards me. “… have me.”

I stare at her. Does she… like it more when…

“I’m thinking too much. Just… make me forget it.” She speaks to the pillow so I almost don’t get it. And then I do. She needs as I do to forget. Even if I, right this moment, had my mind far away from the cause of my pain.
This is what… this is… We both needed to forget. Wasn’t it?

I clench my teeth, as well as my hands as I roughly push against her, then retreat and thrust again faster than I would really like too. I need the total blankness of thought.

She rasps out a moan, her hand returning to the pillow, but then to me again as I continue with the cadence, trying to pick apart this annoying feeling that grabs my chest and twitches it.

It… angers me.

Again and again, I slide inside grind and retreat, meeting her sometimes in half thrust as she slaps herself against me, the studio echoing our raspy voices. My forehead sets against her head, as the pleasure seems to be growing beyond my control, feeling her muscles tense, as my own.
Faster, faster, my mind is void as all the feelings that had been bothering me less then a minute ago fade at the swell of orgasm that is building up, making my hips follow hers in our mad rhythm, going in and out of sync at times.

I can feel it creeping up my spine. I can feel my eyes rolling inside my eyelids, as it’s so close it hurts. I feel the skin of my scrotum tighten. She moving in abandon, her walls massaging me and she suddenly stiffens under me. And the force of her embracing me triggers my own release. Blissful unawareness of everything but the feeling, that robs breath from my lungs and my voice to be heard in a low guttural growl, as her soft moans are still heard. My arms shake and I almost collapse over her, forcing my arms to keep me up, the amount of time necessary for me to have control over them again and move away.

Again my mind slips to its normal pattern. And the soft… discomfort of my chest at my latest realisation settles in. I move from her, rolling off and lay on my back beside her.

Why is it that… she says she needs to forget… that she was thinking too much… why does it… anger me?

As I need her to forget, she needs me to do the same.

To forget that scrawny stupid blonde maggot.

I’m just being stupid.

“Hey…”

I look at my side, to see her looking at me. She rolled over to face me.

“Hey.” I answer back.

Her eyes seem filled with guilt and something else I can’t quite get, even if her cheeks are flushed still. And the will to pass my hand over same blush surprises me. What the hell. I do so, passing the back of my fingers over her cheekbone and the small annoyance at remembering the blonde man vanishes as she smiles at this gesture.

“I’m cold, can I get closer?” She seems to be in a guilt trip still, and I don’t quite get why. My eyebrows crease. But my arm opens to her. She bites her lip, looking at me, but ends up sliding to me, and nesting against my side.

Ah… the peace. Such a simple thing that makes me smile.

Her hand slides over my chest.
The annoyance is gone. Because in the end, she is here with me. Whatever that’s supposed to mean.
Maybe I am the one that is thinking too much.

I can see the rays of light starting to light up the space beyond the folding leather screen. And I close my eyes, trying to sleep, but silently enjoying the feeling of her against me.

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/Lis’ POV
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I can not allow this. What am I thinking?
I’ve known him for less than a day. Well, a day now. I can feel the beat of his heart on my ear against is chest. He’s better than a comforter.

Stop derailing Elisa.

I have to face this. One thing was me… feeling completely in lust with him. Not that I got why or how it happened. And I was clinging to my new found philosophy of sight-seeing, instead of trying to find all the logical reasons behind things. He had appeared and seems to trigger the animal instinct in my libido.
I like him.
I lust for him.
Check and check.

But… I can’t… I don’t even know him!
I am in love with Jay although I currently hate him.
I can’t… I don’t know what…

Shit.

I can’t let this happen. I can’t let him grab me like this. I can’t let him kiss me this tenderly and sure as fuck I can’t let my heart fly when he does so.
Even if he normally is infuriatingly slow and a tease in the small experience we have together… just now… it was so… loving.
I don’t know if I am ready to…
I can’t let myself…
The touches were so… sweet.
The way his lips set on my face…

Stop.
He will leave eventually. I get that feeling sometimes. What if he… leaves? I can’t let my heart be broken so quickly in such a short span of time. And it sure as hell will be if I continue to let myself feel like this.

Especially since he himself said that it’s something he can’t… control. He just wants to grab me. It’s lust. Nothing more. I am seeing gentleness in his gestures because that is what I want to see.

That is why I pushed him into being rough. I can’t let myself… fall in love.

Even if I fear that… No.

I feel his breathing cadenced as the sun rises, licking the walls of the studio as it does.

And I shut the part of my mind that teases me in a matter of fact tone.

You don’t want him to leave because what you fear is not a possibility, but a reality.

I kick it back into the deep corners of my mind. We are hump buddies. That is it. Nothing more to it.

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AN – Considerations on the chapter

PWLP – Porn with lingering plot. LOL

I know this chapter is somewhat confusing. My own mind is a mess, as I was writing this. It makes sense to me, because they both are in a turnabout in their feelings, so everything is new.
It would make more sense if I wrote it in narrator view, but the whole conflict of emotions would be bland, compared to first person viewing.
I may rewrite this part if there are requests on doing so.

Yes, Lis doesn’t know about Bella, or even has the slightest idea that Jacob is dealing with his own problem. Even if here, Jacob’s head is all over the place as well due to Lis’ proximity.

Probable question: Is Jacob getting immune to Lis’ scent? Answer: Nop. Desensitized by long exposure. Meaning the next time they are apart and then get together again, we will have a pounce fest for the win. :D

Cookie to who realises what is that annoying feeling that pokes at Jacob’s chest.

Poll time (^o^)/

As I promised above, I have a tiny excerpt of the oneshot I have been writing.

Gaps of Misery dear, I respect your claim on Eddy and will take your opinion in high regard.
Poll Question: Shall Lady Narayamaan, A.K.A Nary, post the oneshot with the one and only Edward Cullen?

1) DAMN YEAH!

2) Not really interested.

3) EDWARD IS MINE!

4) EDWARD IS MINE, BUT POST IT NAO!!!11 /CRUISE CONTROL

Excerpt for voting issues – “Edward’s Thirst”

[…]
But… it is like a dream, isn’t it?

She does dream of me; in my inability to do so, this is the closer my inhumanity allows me.

My fingers have found their way to the button of my jeans and are already taking care of my zipper as my mind continues to find logic and perfectly valid reasons for what I am about to do.

It is as if I am… glutting myself in elks and deer. Precautionary measures to quell the other need that screams as loudly to me. It is for Bella’s sake. I can not afford letting myself forfeit my surrender so easily to something as ordinary as lust…

Wheeze of breath.

Oh, dear… lord. Blasphemy from the mouth of a devil…

The discarding of clothes, or in this case the simple alleviating of its uncommon tightness around my groin area serves as a caress of freedom itself.
[…]
In a final analysis… this is the right thing to do… It feels good enough to… It can’t… be bad… when it feels… so… wretchedly good…!
[…]

*silence* *twitch twitch*

Waiting for the vote people. I promise I didn’t touch him at all. He does that fairly well himself. *growls*
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The Scent