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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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Here it is! I tried to not make it rushed...and I feel I could have covered things at the end a little more, but...there just wasn't much left in me for this fic. I hope you all like this! Or at least the ultimate ending...
CRESCENT MOON
A Twilight fanfic
by lordoberon
Last chapter...

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Jacob’s POV
There was no anger left in him. There was no more disappointment. Now, there was fear.
What had he gone and done? Why had he phased? After all of his holding it back, even in frustration yesterday, and for part of today, why had he phased? So what if Cullen was there, he could handle him; no reason to get angry!
But Jacob knew that rationalizing it was stupid. The heat had no rationality. It simply wanted. It wanted, especially now, after he had slaked his thirst for Bella yesterday – it was so much more than that, but to his heat, it was simple primal fulfillment. And the heat wanted more, and it wanted it right now.
Even as he was running from Sam, STILL the heat raged in him! It made his body quicker, it made his muscles tenser, it made it even harder for him to breathe, and think. He barely missed hitting several trees on his way up a mountain, and down. Where was he? How far had he gone? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he was keeping in the wilderness, and trying his best to evade Sam. He climbed through caves. He tunneled underground through animals’ lairs. But Sam was always still behind him. The dark wolf was getting closer!
He knew that Sam didn’t really want him. Not like that. No. He couldn’t! But phasing had made it happen; Jacob wondered why Sam had phased. Had he really been affected that much by proximity to Jacob in heat? Jacob couldn’t believe it. He thought Sam had more control. He had depended on Sam too much, he realized; even though recently he had gained some independence, having been given his own project by Sam to train the new wolves.
Now, he had to depend on Sam’s decency, or that Sam would tire, and leave. The alternative was too frightening.
He was running down a hill, towards a field with shrubbery and trees that he hoped would hide him better, when Jacob’s foot thudded over a root. His heat made him clumsy. He heat wanted him backwards, to turn around. His heat wanted Sam. God! He wanted Sam! He couldn’t believe it, but his body said, yes. His body said, please. He had seen Sam naked; the boys had done naked cliff diving before. He had never had a thought cross his mind to desire Sam. Sam was his superior, his Alpha. Sam was someone to admire, to listen to and learn from, and a good friend. No, a brother.
Jacob did not want to desire his own older brother. But he did.
It was this, all of this jumble and mix-up in him, that made him trip. Before he could think, he was falling. His body crashed past trees and through a bush, scraped over rocks and pebbles, and landed in a heap in the dry yellowed grasses of the field.
Immediately, Sam was upon him. The huge dark wolf body towered over him. The large snout brushed silkily over his body, and the nose pressed against his chest. Then the wolf howled, once, twice, his victory, and then Sam phased back.
He stood over Jacob, and his eyes alone held Jacob still. Those eyes commanded that he not move. A slow smirk came over Sam’s face when he saw that Jacob was remaining in his place, and then the man clothed himself with dexterous fingers. Jacob breathed a sigh of relief. Sam was letting him go! Sam did not want him! Or he did, but because he was leader, because he was Sam, he was letting Jacob go. He knew neither of them really wanted this. The heat would fade from him as soon as Jacob left, and he would be normal, good Sam again.
Jacob pushed himself on his elbows into a sitting position, and smiled, saying, “I knew you would -”
His words died in his throat, whirling in his head, I knew you would come around, as that commanding stare from earlier returned. Jacob felt the anger burst from him again, and held back the urge to phase, and instead said, a little loudly, “What??”
“It’s not a question of what.” Sam’s low voice was smooth as normal, but there was a tinge of harsh anger to it. Because Sam was Jacob’s Alpha, just the sound of that voice in anger made the hairs at the back of his neck prickle up. He immediately felt his mood drop, and sink into a surly waiting. Deep within him, primal, was the heat, and beside it now lay trickling, trickling fear, moving faster inside him.
Sam stood tall over Jacob, with his legs spread shoulder-width apart on either side of Jacob, who now lay still as a board on the ground. His hair was a little longer now, too, but only in that it wasn’t yet cut close to his head, as he usually kept it. It was wild on his head, mussed and strewn with leaves. He was barefoot, and he wore a simple white shirt with his slacks.
The danger was not in the hard ridge of Sam’s shoulders, or the set of his feet, or the way his mouth was now turning upwards in a smile. It was in Sam’s eyes. Their hard, dark gaze softened, and raked over Jacob’s body. He felt that gaze on him like an x-ray, creeping over every part of his body, down, and up, and down again. He resisted the urge to squirm under that gaze. It made him breathless. He felt sick. He knew what Sam wanted, as those eyes inspected his every inch.
That gaze alone felt like a violation.
Jacob growled deep in his throat, as Sam suddenly leaned down. He went down on all fours over Jacob, his face a hair’s breadth away from Jacob’s. He breathed in Jacob’s scent, with a soft, “Mmm,” and then that gaze needled Jacob, daring him to growl again.
It was hard to hold it back. Jacob’s instincts told him to run, to hide, to fight, that this was a threat, but they could not battle with Sam being his Alpha. He was nothing against Sam, in this moment. Those eyes demanded that he stay still, so he did. He shut his eyes, horrified to hear a whimper gurgle from his throat, when Sam’s teeth clamped down a little on his neck, demanding submission. It was a sign to obey; obey, or be ripped apart.
When Jacob’s muscles loosened, submitting, Sam pulled back. He looked Jacob full on in the face with those eyes, and clearly communicated his need. Jacob shut his eyes, swallowed hard. This was Sam. He couldn’t give in. He wouldn’t give in. But he lay very still, remembering the command, the threat. Then, against his own will, he felt himself noticing different details: the lust scent of Sam, harsh in his nose, but good; the way Sam’s body felt hard and strong against him, as the man straddled Jacob. He realized that Sam’s hands were gentle on him, as the man brushed tangled hair from Jacob’s face.
Jacob gasped, forcing his eyes to remain closed, as Sam brushed his cheek against Jacob’s. Jacob knew what he was going to do next. It was a wolf thing. Even so, he groaned, as Sam began to rub his body against Jacob. He started with Jacob’s face, rubbing his cheeks over Jacob’s, occasionally giving a lick to Jacob – over his lips, just under his ear. Oh that felt good to feel Sam’s tongue. Mmm.
Then, Sam began to rub his face against Jacob’s neck, tucked his nose behind Jacob’s ear and sniffed; licked down to Jacob’s chest, and there, with his hands gripping Jacob’s arms, he rubbed his entire body over Jacob’s front. Jacob was totally bare; he hadn’t had time to put on any pants, to even bring them. A low groan of desire rose from Jacob. Jesus that felt good. The tight muscles of Sam’s torso rubbed against his; even just his cotton shirt as friction was inviting. His hands were tight on Jacob’s arms, and his scent became even richer with lust. His hard length grinded over Jacob again and again, harder, and Jacob felt his tongue roll in his mouth in desire, and then he panted. He wanted to feel Sam’s skin. He wanted more.
Sam gave him more. He continued to explore Jacob’s wild, heat-filled scent. He rubbed his head down Jacob’s chest, and then down, down; he buried his face against Jacob’s thighs, and then nuzzled his nose against Jacob’s crotch, his lips brushing against Jacob’s cock for one breath-stealing second. Then Jacob found himself being turned over, and the same friction he had felt against his front, he now felt against his back. The licking of Sam’s tongue over him was delicious. That tongue, so hot and wet, slicked all the way down Jacob’s back. Sam paused, a low whuff coming from him, and then Jacob howled as his Alpha’s sharp teeth bit, a little too hard, over his buttocks.
Fear entered Jacob again, as Sam’s tongue lapped over his buttocks, and he sensed the eagerness there, sensed what Sam wanted. He choked back his urge to beg, to plead with Sam to stop, because Sam had given him orders, and to beg might only get Jacob hurt.
Then Sam turned him back over. Jacob was forced to open his eyes as Sam’s hand suddenly touched his cock, light and explorative, and then rubbing over the head in an agonizing fashion. Jacob groaned, stuttered, “N-No…please no…”
He watched as Sam licked his lips, watching his hand as his fingers slid down Jacob’s length. Then he crouched over Jacob again, and his voice was silky and low as he said, “Jacob, I know you want this.” Jacob opened his mouth to protest, to scream, to talk – he knew he could do nothing – and then suddenly Sam was kissing him.
The kiss was hot and hard and devouring; it made Jacob’s brain whirl and his heat desire Sam even more. Sam’s tongue was slippery and wet in Jacob’s mouth, and he wanted it, he wanted it all over him. Even more, the kiss ignited in Jacob a desire not only to be touched, but to touch. He wanted to put his hands on Sam. He wanted to see him naked. He wanted to glide his fingertips down every part of Sam. With a moan, Jacob found his fingers creeping up his Alpha’s bare back, to slide over the soft shortness of Sam’s hair. He brushed a thumb over rough stubble on the man’s jaw, and then his hands moved down, down to slide over the tent in Sam’s otherwise loose slacks.
Sam pulled back with a hiss, and he threw his head back. A growl that turned into a groan came from his mouth. He let Jacob continue rubbing, grinding against the rough, eager touch, but when Jacob moved to slip the slacks off he grabbed Jacob’s hands, and pushed them down to the ground and stretched Jacob’s arms above his head.
Jacob’s entire body felt like flames, but when Sam growled close in his ear, it seemed all the hairs on his body rose on end. Shit. His confidence waned as Sam said, “You follow my orders. Got it?”
Jacob nodded, and swallowed hard. Why wouldn’t Sam allow him to let himself go? Then he could never take this mindlessly, and lessen the feeling of being violated. Why wouldn’t Sam let him touch? His fingers itched to pleasure Sam. Wasn’t that what Sam wanted?
Sam licked over Jacob’s face, like an adult wolf might to a messy pup. He stroked his fingers lightly down Jacob’s chest, and a growl that sounded like approval came from him. Jacob could tell by the light in Sam’s eyes that Sam was in a good mood now, but if Jacob were to disobey, that mood would change. There was a spark of anger there, when Jacob shifted as Sam’s hand moved lower. So Jacob shut his eyes and took a deep breath. Sam’s fingers were callused and rough against him. He could hear the man’s panting breath, and hear the thudding heart. Sam’s arousal was a hardness against him that he wanted desperately, but was trying not to want. The heat wanted to touch Sam naked, but the thought of it, when Jacob really thought of it, made bile rise in his throat.
Fear made him shake when Sam turned him over again. Long fingers brushed up and down his back, while a once-familiar voice that was now a threat whispered sweet nothings in his ear. That delicious tongue tried to coax him to relax, sidling up the back of his ear, giving sweet nips to his neck. But Jacob couldn’t relax. He knew what Sam wanted, and he didn’t want to give it!
His Alpha finally became too frustrated to be patient. Jacob bit his lip against sudden tears that sprung to his eyes, as those strong hands parted his legs. Oh god, no. Oh, god. He realized he was muttering this aloud when Sam snapped, “Quiet!” But then Sam’s cock was gliding in, into him, and he couldn’t help a howl. It hurt! It hurt! Sam was hard and rough against him, too full; he was being stretched endlessly, with no end to the pain. A rough hand clenched against his hip, and he heard the angry growl, and snapped his mouth shut.
When Sam entered him again, he was even more rough and this time, quicker. His cock was hot and full in Jacob, and with each thrust in Jacob felt like he was being ripped in two. Sobs rose up from his throat, and he coughed as his own tears and mucus mixed in the dirt and dripped salt in his mouth. The sounds he made only seemed to make Sam treat him rougher. The thrusts became faster – “Oh Sam, stop! Ah!” And another howl of pain rose from him.
His Alpha’s hard hands shook him, crackled against the bones of his hips so hard it stung. Otherwise, Jacob got no response for his unwelcomed noise. That tight, hot body pushed over him, into him, again and again. He could hear the slapping sound, and with each thrust his body was trying to reject, reject, but Sam’s force was too much to go up against. He felt himself ripped in two so many times, faster and harder, that he was sure there would be nothing left of him when Sam was done.
With each thrust, Jacob’s face was pushed against the ground. He tried to hold himself up, but Sam was too harsh, and the turmoil in his mind made him weak. So he pressed his hands against the ground to hold himself up a little, but with Sam pounding into him, he skidded forward again and again. Only Sam’s hands pulled him back each time, so that Jacob could feel those hard thighs against his buttocks, and the sweat of his Alpha’s body covered his back.
Beyond his own whimpers and Sam’s groans and growls of pleasure, a thought started to press like a cancer into Jacob’s mind. He tried to ignore it, but his brain was forcing him to think, so that he wouldn’t have to focus on the physical pain. The thought snuck in, bit by bit. He wondered at first, if he had hurt Bella this much, when he entered her. He knew he still had the mark of her teeth on his palm. And then he thought, if it hurt so much, how did it ever get better? And then, as he thought of how Sam had lost himself in the heat, a thought thudded into Jacob’s brain like a bomb: What if Bella had been overtaken by Jacob’s lust, too? What if all of their enjoyment had been actually nothing to her?
Jacob knew she had love for him; but in the throes of it all, perhaps her abandoning Cullen for him was all a lie. A lie that she didn’t mean to hurt him with, but a lie nevertheless, because she couldn’t be honest in the face of his strong heat. His heat had made her want him. His heat had made her agree that he could have her. What if right now, she was with Edward, confessing, or rather, hiding the truth that she herself found disgusting – that she had let Jacob take her virginity, and for a few sweet hours, have her body and mind and heart? Maybe Cullen was consoling her right now, and she was promising her eternal love to him.
The thought made the bile rise up more in Jacob’s throat, and he thought he might be sick then and there. But in his belly was a strange heat now, and he felt his lust coiling tighter around him. Choked in it, he couldn’t help but change his mind. He found that the pain had lessened, and Sam had created a controlled rhythm. His body was heavy over Jacob’s, but it was a comforting, warm heaviness. His scent was so strong in Jacob’s nose, that it was all Jacob knew. And in his mind, he could feel all of Sam’s eagerness, and hear his name being spoken in a tender tone. The pace of Sam’s rhythm slowed, and Jacob realized with a grunt that the feeling in him now was lust.
Lust was in him again. It threw out his fear, and in its place, he found that Sam’s growls made him shiver in excitement, and Sam’s cock within him was a delicious fullness, fulfilling an ache he hadn’t known he had. It was hard and swollen in him, pressing on all sides, and when he began to move back against it, he discovered it touched an aching spot within him; just the caress against it, made him whimper in delight.
Sam moved against that spot again. His hands would create bruises on Jacob’s hips, but Jacob didn’t mind. He found himself gasping, “Sam…please, more!” And Sam picked up the pace again, and Jacob responded. They glided together like glue, wet and hot and loud. They created a rut in the ground, and dust covered their sweat-covered bodies, and groans came from them. Sam’s teeth bit a pattern over Jacob’s neck, making the younger lick his lips, and murmur his Alpha’s name. When Sam sped up the pace again, they were rolling in the heat, with no exit, and he came hard in Jacob’s body, his seed deep within. He fell back, to the ground, and Jacob collapsed in a heap.
He was disturbed some time later from a deep, heavy sleep, by an itching sensation crawling up his thigh. He moved his hand to smack it away, and found his fingers combing against Sam’s short hair. He licked his lips, knowing what was coming, and put his other hand against his Alpha’s head, asking, “Please…”
Sam’s head rose up from the licking of Jacob’s thighs, and the lust glowered deep in his gaze, and it made Jacob growl in need. He was pleased that his Alpha enjoyed his sounds, his begging, his intense need…
When the tongue finally came to glide up his cock, Jacob shut his eyes tight, and his hands clenched into fists. Sam’s tongue was burning hot against him, it was almost too intense. But god, that tongue…it lapped over him eagerly, in long licks, and then teased him with shorter ones up and down. He began to beg, pleading in a jumble of words that maybe carried Sam’s name, and pounded a fist against the ground. When his Alpha returned to his thighs, laughing, Jacob opened his eyes and glared. That only made Sam laugh more. Even his laugh was arousing, hot and fluid in the cool evening air. Yes, it was evening now.
The moonlight shown down on them, and somehow its presence made Jacob feel even harder and more frustrated. He growled low in his throat, and Sam lifted his head up, studying him. When he knew the growl for what it was, he licked his lips, and smiled. He bent to his task again. His thumb stroked a little up, up Jacob’s cock, and then his tongue followed its path. Finally, when Jacob felt like he couldn’t stand much more, Sam’s mouth took in the head of his cock, and suckled. Jacob groaned, burying his face in his arms, and breathing hard. That mouth was too much. He found he had liked very much, truly, Sam’s teasing – it was affectionate, and arousing – and that Sam’s tongue had known just the right places, the best ones. He stopped his sucking now, to Jacob’s disappointment, but then his teeth scraped just a little against Jacob’s sensitive cock, and the sensation sent ripples of pleasure all over.
At Jacob’s acquiescing silence, Sam made a sound of approval, and then suddenly his mouth was taking in Jacob. Holy hell it was good, his tongue gliding all over, wet and hot, his mouth suctioning, and then all of Jacob was in Sam’s mouth, and his Alpha began to move his head up and down. Jacob was yelling now, he didn’t really know what, and he was swearing, too, and Sam’s hot mouth was so glorious on him, so good. He pounded into that mouth, up into that heat and wet, deep, so deep, and his Alpha’s hands slid up beneath his buttocks and pushed him up and in more, deeper.
He came with a howl, and Sam swallowed and then, with a smile, he looked into Jacob’s eyes and then gave a howl of his own.
They sank back into the dust and dry grasses of the field. Jacob felt so exhausted, suddenly. It seemed all his energy was gone. He slept, for he knew not how long.
When he woke, the evening had turned to night, and it was very late. The exhaustion was still in him, so heavy. For a moment, he didn’t know where he was. Then, he sat up. A dark figure lay on the ground beside him. Shock blasted through him as he saw it was Sam. And pain rolled through his whole body when he sat up. He stood, slowly, and swore into the night. What was this pain deep in his body? Why did he glow with a sort of contentment, but the contentment was marred by a dark, niggling suspicion?
Then he remembered.
He stood there, staring without really seeing. He remembered the pain of Sam entering him, the pain of being…he breathed the word slowly into his own mind, raped, by his own wolf brother, by his Alpha. He struggled to breathe. Oh god. Oh god. How had this happened? He felt the pain in his hips; saw the bruises. The pain within him, where Sam had invaded, was so intense that he could barely walk. He began to walk though, gingerly, slowly. He had to get away. He was done. No more heat. No more Sam. He wanted to get back to Bella. Maybe she would break his heart, maybe it had all been too good to be true, but he had to know.
The further he walked, the more the shock faded off a bit. He realized how much he hurt. He thought, how was he going to face Sam again? How was he going to face his pack? Wouldn’t they all know? He felt a pain and betrayal so deep, that there were no words for it. He couldn’t howl anymore. His voice was gone. He realized he could still cry even though the pain went beyond expression, as he tasted the salt on his lips. His body was covered in dirt and red with bite marks. The backs of his thighs, when he touched them, were raw with pain. His mouth tasted horrible. He smelled. He felt sick again, and paused to lean against a tree. But nothing came out of him. He lay there panting, and wiped his face with his arm. No time for tears. He had to get home.
As he started to walk again, a low voice asked him from behind, “Where are you going?”
The hair on his arms bristled, and he bit back a growl. He spat to Sam, “home,” and started to walk forward a little faster. It had been a hobble, and now it was more of a fast trot.
A hand was on his shoulder, twisting him around, before he could breathe. “We’re not done.”
Jacob gulped, and stared at his Alpha. Sam stood before him, his hands raised for action, one holding Jacob’s shoulder still, firmly keeping him here, and the other ready to pull his other shoulder in. The man was just as disheveled as Jacob, but there was no pain in his eyes. He hadn’t come out of it like Jacob had. He hadn’t been raped. He had been the perpetrator.
Jacob saw the dissatisfaction in those eyes, and felt a bit of fear say hello to him from deep within. He bit it back, and growled, “I’m going whether you like it or not.”
He expected anger; he expected a fight, and felt tingly with the prospect. He wanted to be angry. He wanted, suddenly, to fight, because he knew he really could not leave with Sam’s exuding his Alpha power in his presence alone. But suddenly, without anger, Sam’s other hand shot out and grabbed Jacob, and pulled him against him. He pulled him down, and they rolled to the ground, and when they stopped rolling, Sam was atop Jacob again. Wordlessly, but communicating a need so strong that Jacob felt it tingling in him, too.
Sam began to rub his body all over Jacob again. He stripped off his slacks once and for all, and began to rub their bodies together. Then, as he lifted his shirt, Jacob’s gaze followed the motion. He watched the muscles in the abdomen bunch and stretch. He watched the arms rise up above, and he watched the trajectory as Sam threw the shirt away. Then, his eyes drank in the pleasure in Sam’s eyes, and the pleasure in the twist to that mouth, and he realized that his heart was pounding, and his mouth was dry, and that he wanted Sam again, suddenly and inexplicably.
He reached out, and his hands cupped his Alpha’s jaw, and pulled him down into a kiss. And he drank heat and lust from his Alpha, and love, burning and sweet in his mouth, electrifying his whole body with desire. They kissed, again and again, their bodies rubbing together. Then Sam began to buck against Jacob, and he finally said, “Jake…” and at the sound of his name, Jacob felt his lust increase.
Sensing this, Sam became teasing again. He backed off and away from Jacob, and Jacob leapt up and followed him. They ran through the woods, bare as the days they were born, and finally Jacob caught up to his Alpha with a leap. His hands slammed down on those shoulders, and pushed Sam down to kneel. Then, gasping, he fell to the ground to catch his breath. He was on all fours, with his eyes closed. Sam’s lust was delicious in his nose. Sam’s hand brushed through his hair lovingly. Jacob lifted his head and was met with the sight of Sam bare before him. His naked body glistened with sweat, and a handsome smiled turned up his full mouth. He panted in anticipation. And his cock was so ready.
Jacob shuffled forward on all fours, and put his head between his Alpha’s thighs. Slowly, he grazed the skin of Sam’s cock was his tongue. He got an appreciative moan as reward. He explored, slowly licking up Sam’s length. The skin was soft to touch, and with each lick, he felt his arousal increase. Sam was hard and long, and Jacob enjoyed this, and thoroughly wetted Sam’s cock and his appetite as he licked all over. He kissed Sam’s length with his mouth, too, sloppy, turning his head this way and that to get good angles. He licked the sweaty skin between Sam’s cock and his tight belly. He licked the balls, and he groaned at the deep heavy scent there.
Sam was making so much noise above him now, and Jacob’s hair was getting pulled by impatient fingers. He licked up and down again, and then used his teeth. Oh, that got a growl out. He teased the slit, and finally took in the head. Mmm. His lust was boiling fierce in him, and he felt ready to burst, but he had to take care of Sam, his Alpha. So he took in Sam’s cock, slowly, until it was all in his mouth, and he began to treat Sam the best he could. Sam didn’t seem to mind his lackluster amateur abilities. His fingers clenched in Jacob’s hair, and he thrust into Jacob slowly, moaning, and then faster as his peak came around the corner. He pulled away with a sigh, and came messily over Jacob’s chest, and then he sat down next to Jacob.
They lay down next to each other, and in reward for his obedience, Jacob had his Alpha warm against him, and those strong hands made him lie his head on Sam’s chest. Sam said his name over and over, “Jacob,” and he licked over Jacob’s ears affectionately, until Jacob started to pant in lust, and then he pushed his hands down Jacob’s body until they grasped his cock, and he fisted Jacob until Jacob came, tight and hard over his hand. Then Jacob watched him, entranced, as Sam licked Jacob’s pleasure from his hand. He watched those dark gleaming eyes, the tilt of that head, and the strong fingers as Sam licked and licked. When Sam was done, he lay back, and they lay together, with Sam’s hands brushing through Jacob’s hair.
Jacob woke up in the early morning, and checked that Sam was deeply asleep. Good. He got up carefully, slowly, as to make no noise. He walked over hills, and cleaned himself in a river so clear and cold that it had him shivering when he got out – he, a hot blooded werewolf, shivering in cold. He tried not to think as he walked. But it hurt, every part of his body hurt, and his mind hurt, too.
He didn’t know what he was coming home to. His Alpha, whom he had respected and honored so much, had been overwhelmed by his heat. He tried to blame himself, so that Sam could be pure and honorable and good Sam again, but he just couldn’t. Sam had hurt him, so deep and so painfully, that he wasn’t sure what would happen when next they met. He didn’t know what to do about his brothers, either.
He tried not to think, and got himself home, and dressed, and then he collapsed into bed.
He realized an hour later, when he woke up to eat, and then went back to bed, that there was one thing good about this morning:
His heat was over.
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Bella’s POV
It took three weeks before Bella got to see Jacob again. In the first week, she was miserable. She avoided the Cullens at school, and sat with her group of friends at school numbly.
Finally one day, Angela took her aside after school and said, “Bella, is everything okay? You seem awfully down lately. I’ve been worried, and so has everyone else. Mike especially.”
Bella rolled her eyes to hear about Mike. She looked around, and saw no familiar faces. So she decided to tell Angela. Angela was a true friend. She had shown this time and time again. Bella leaned her head a little closer to Angela, saying, “You can keep a secret, right?”
Angela nodded her head sagely. Bella smiled. “Well…” Her smile turned into a frown. “I broke up with Edward. I had to, because it was going downhill, and…I realized it wasn’t the sort of relationship I want. I’m with someone else now…but we haven’t told many people. He’s still dealing with his…family, I think, and I’ve been avoiding the Cullens.”
Angela looked surprised, and then dismayed. The dark haired girl put a hand up and rubbed Bella’s shoulder comfortingly. “You poor thing. Um…would a hug help at all?”
Bella laughed and nodded. “Yes, actually. My…my boyfriend is a big fan of hugs. I hope his family is okay with us...”
“I hope so, too,” Angela murmured. They hugged, tightly, and Bella felt the smile on her face for the rest of the day.
In the middle of the night at the end of the second week, her phone rang. Bella shook herself from sleep and leaned over her bedside to look. The name glowing from the screen was Alice.
Bella grit her teeth and steeled herself, and answered her phone.
“Alice?”
The vampire’s voice was quiet. “Bella. I’m out in the woods walking around. I’ve been thinking.” She paused. “I…it really hurts me that you ended things with Edward, but I suppose I can understand. Sometimes you have to work things out…and when you do, you realize that you’re meant to be together. I was angry at you, and still am somewhat…only Rosalie and Jasper stopped me from talking to you…you’re a powerful person, Bella Swan, to make a whole family of vampires wish that we had the ability to cry.”
Bella shook her head, wordless, and felt the tears spill down her cheeks. “I’m sorry. Please tell Carlisle and Esme I’m so sorry I hurt him. How…how is he?”
Her heart felt heavy. Her breath felt tight in her chest. What if Edward had hurt himself?
“You know…he’s…” Alice sighed. “He’s doing terribly. Carlisle made him promise to stay with us. He wanted to travel around the world. But he decided to follow Carlisle’s advice. We’re going up to Denali soon…Edward’s been wandering in the woods a lot alone…and hunting…he deprived himself for a while, but Emmett and Jasper dragged him along finally. Carlisle has been speaking with him and helping him. And…strangely enough, that Sam Uley helped, too.”
Bella felt her hands were clammy, and wiped one over her pajama pants. “Sam Uley?”
“Yes.” Alice’s voice was a little louder now, a little less quiet and sad. “Edward went to talk to him and asked Sam if he knew what was going on. He was panicky a little that day, and thought that maybe Jacob had managed to coax you into things or something…he went there raring for a fight with the wolf leader for letting Jacob near you so much, actually. He said it had been creating tension for a long time, between us and them, and that Sam had the responsibility to help control Jacob more. Edward was raring for a fight…”
Bella bit her lip. Oh god. Had Edward hurt Sam? Had Sam hurt Edward? Jacob would never forgive the former, and she didn’t doubt Jasper at least would attack the wolves – any excuse, he would use.
She kept quiet, and then whispered, “What happened?”
Alice was somber. “Well, it surprised us all. Sam spoke to Edward calmly and told him that although he is responsible for his pack, he is first responsible for himself. He said that certain private circumstances had made him realize how important it was that he be an example for his pack, rather than just telling them what to do. He had talked to Jacob and they had settled anger between them, and…he said some cryptic thing about, ‘we all have our trouble with controlling ourselves,’ and that he was also angry at himself for not seeing the situation with a clearer head. He said that he approved of you and Jacob, and his pack would make sure you stay safe.”
Bella was silent. She had never really been enamored of Sam as Jake was. But she had definitely seen a quiet, tender side beneath that gruff, authoritative exterior. Sam was kind and reasonable. Now, she realized why Jacob held him so highly. He was not only a leader, but he was responsible, and apparently, - well, Bella had seen him with Emily – not beyond seeing how strong love could be. He had a good heart. All the wolves did.
Alice spoke up. “Bella? Are you still there? I wondered if you had any idea what Sam meant with control. Do you know? I’m not trying to pry; I just want to understand the big picture. Honest.”
Bella swallowed. By control, surely Sam meant Jacob’s heat, but that was something Bella had resolved to keep to herself. “I don’t know. I haven’t talked to any of them in a while. Maybe I’ll go down there tomorrow…”
The next day, she did go down there, but was surprised to see that no one was home. The next day she came back and no one was home again, and the day after, on a Monday, she was met with the sight of Sam Uley at the doorstep.
Bella paused outside of her truck. She wondered if Jacob had told Sam that he had taken her, in his heat. She had expected Sam to be furious with Jacob. Had Jacob managed to talk him out of anger? Or had something happened? Perhaps Sam could relate, because of how he had scarred Emily’s face. Maybe that was what he meant with control. Still, she determined to be careful around Sam. He was like a brother, but he was also very stern with his pack when he thought they needed it. She didn’t want to get Jake into any more trouble.
“Is Jake here?”
Sam shook his head. “Nope. I sent them all off on a tracking expedition. They need some time together without me. I’ve…” He scratched his head, and then sighed. “I’ve had time to talk to Jacob alone, and now it’s time for Jacob to talk to them. I think it’ll be alright though, don’t worry. They see I’m fine with it, so they know it isn’t anything bad.”
Bella sat down next to him on the porch step. The wolf leader was gazing far away, up into the trees. He looked troubled, and his hands were in fists on his knees. She looked away.
“Sam, do you think Leah will mind my being around more? Or Emily?”
He looked at her, and his gaze demanded hers in return. He was such energy! “Of course not. Leah knows she’s a wolf brother just as much as any of us, and that you’re…well, part of the family in a way. And Emily will be very happy for you.”
He smiled, and then said softly, “I am, too.”
They sat there together, silent, for maybe an hour or more. When the sun went down, the silence was split by the roar of a car coming down the road. A large vehicle stopped with a jolt behind Bella’s car, and a bunch of the pack came piling out. The rest ran in as wolves, and when they saw Bella, they filed into the house to change, and then returned.
The driver’s door to the car opened slowly, and Jacob stepped out. Immediately his eyes locked with Bella’s. She couldn’t look away. He had a shy look on his face, and ducked his head once, and then looked up again with a shy smile.
She stood up and walked towards him, and nuzzled her face into his neck by standing on her tippy toes. “I missed you,” she whispered. “How are you?”
His heat was gone now, but she had no doubt that all of his love for her was real. She noticed Jacob’s voice was husky as he said, “I,” and then stopped. She looked up at him, and realized he was struggling to keep his composure. “I’m happy to see you.”
She searched his face for the extra meaning that was in his choked voice, his hard swallow, and the way he shook his head a little and took a deep breath. She saw his gaze go to Sam, and noticed a silent look pass between them. It wasn’t a happy one, but it had an air of camaraderie. Like two friends deciding that they would keep going even though the going was tough.
She looked back at Jacob and saw him looking down at her with a grin. “Jacob,” she murmured, suddenly thoughtful, “Did you think I wouldn’t come back?”
He took a deep breath, then sighed, then took another deep breath. His voice was tight. He leaned back against the car and she leaned into his body. “Yes,” he said. “I thought maybe…that my heat had overpowered you…and…it’s one of the reasons I stayed away this past couple of weeks.”
Bella shook her head vigorously, saying, “I would never leave. No. No. I’m here now. I love you…heat or no heat.”
That grin again, lit up her world. “Good.”
He kissed her then, slowly and tenderly. His mouth was soft and hot. His tongue flicked into her mouth and teased, and then he pulled away. They stared at each other.
Then Bella asked, “What are the other reasons you stayed away?”
She saw him wince, and share another look with Sam, and then she said, “You don’t have to tell me. I can see you and Sam had trouble…You…you’ll be alright though, right? He didn’t seem angry at all when I spoke to him. He said he’s happy for us.”
Jacob smiled a little. “Yes. He told me that, too. We talked…we…we had trouble, but I’m going to take it in stride. I will recover. I’ll be okay, because you’re here.”
She frowned, and then kissed the corner of his mouth. “Good. I love you.”
He laughed. “I love it every time you say that. C’mon, let’s eat!” He swung her up into his arms, and she laughed, and blushed. They walked through the pack into the kitchen. Cat calls came from Jacob’s brothers, and a couple gave him slaps on the back – and some, pinches on her arm that she was sure would bruise but it was all in fun. They laughed, and they spent a night of laughter and stories around the fire that night.
When the Cullens left a few days later, it was hard for Bella. On Friday it was gossip all over school and everyone was looking at her searchingly. She hated it so much that she drove over the speed limit to Jacob’s house as soon as school was out, and found him in his usual pose over a piece of a motorcycle.
She stepped into the garage shed and just stared at him for a few moments. His music was blasting, so he hadn’t heard her walk in. He was leaning over with his jeans slung low on his hips, and wore no shirt, of course. Oil and grease covered his hands and streaked his arms with black lines, and a few more were smeared on his temples and forehead, where he’d brushed wisps of hair away from his face. His mouth was pursed in concentration, and his long lashes fell delicately over his cheeks.
She slithered up behind him and covered his eyes with her hands – clambering atop him to do it. “Who is it?” she whispered, giggling.
Jacob laughed. “Um, I don’t know, someone with breasts who has to climb on top of me to cover my eyes, and drives a loud vehicle, and doesn’t know how to sneak up on people, especially not a wolf…I don’t know who it could be!”
She laughed, and let go and slid off of him. He turned around and looked at her, putting a finger to his lips. “Is that outfit particularly important to you, or can I touch?”
Bella looked down at her plain shirt and jeans. “It’s nothing. Go ahead.”
Jacob grinned and laughed. “Alright!”
He pulled her to him and embraced her hard, and it was wonderful, to be swallowed by his embrace and have his large hands at her back. They pulled apart a little and he kissed her. His kiss was slow at first, lips moving over hers, and then his slid his tongue in, and soon the kiss was passionate, still slow, and he seemed to want to eat her. He growled into the kiss, and then pressed her closer to him with a groan. She teased his tongue back, and then they broke the kiss for breath.
“Mmm,” he said, still contemplating her. “I always have an appetite after I’ve worked in the shed a few hours. Would you like to help me get clean?”
She let her gaze take in his tall form, admiring the bare chest, the strong arms, and the low-slung jeans. The crescents of his fingernails had black beneath the edges. She held his hands, admiring the long fingers. “How about we help each other? I’m probably still smelly from gym, and now you’ve got my clothes all dirty.”
As they walked into the house together, hand in hand, they laughed. Billy watched them from the couch as they came in. To her surprise, Bella saw a slight smile play his lips as he watched them together, but when she turned her head to really look at him, he masked it with his usual gruff huff and looked back at the TV.
She followed Jacob down the hall into his room and he shut the door. “Jake,” she asked, watching as he stripped off the jeans and tossed them into an already full hamper, leaving him only in his boxers, “How does your dad feel about us?”
Jacob shrugged, and flopped down onto his bed. It creaked in protest. “I dunno. Half the time he’s asking me how you are, and the other half he’s warning me that I had better treat you like a gentleman would, or you’ll leave me. Ha!”
Bella clambered into bed next to him, and slung one arm over his chest. “I think he’s okay with us. That or he’ll get over it soon. So about that cleaning…” She traced lines of dirt and oil on one of his arms.
Suddenly a rap at the door came, and Billy asked, “Are you two hungry? I’m making something. Come help me decide.”
Jacob rolled his eyes and shouted back, “Yeah, okay!” Then when the wheelchair rolled away he turned to Bella with raised brows. “See what I mean?”
She laughed. “Yeah.”
Jacob put his jeans back on and they walked out to the kitchen. Billy was cutting vegetables at the counter, humming a cheerful tune to himself.
“Hey dad, I was thinking Bella and I might go out, actually.” Jacob smiled at Bella when she looked at him in surprise. “We haven’t had a real date yet, and I officially owe her a new shirt for getting oil on the one she’s wearing. That would be hell to wash out.”
Billy turned to contemplate them with a grin in his eyes. Finally he said, “Yup. Go ahead. Have fun.”

Jacob was already dragging Bella out the door, when Billy’s shout came, “Be back by midnight! I wouldn’t want Charlie to be sour with me. I know he loves you two together, but I’m not going to let him forget his fatherly duties.”
They laughed, and it took Jacob a second to put the bike part he’d been working on back in place, Halfway down the road he realized, “Oh shoot, you have no sweater! And I’m in no outfit for a date. God I have no brain. Want to go back?”
She laughed. “You go back and grab a shirt. I’ll wait here.”
He stopped the bike and leapt off to get it. She wondered where they were going to go? Port Angeles would be nice…they could walk along the beach…sit in a park…then again, she’d never liked all that mushy gushy stuff. Maybe just dinner here and then a walk on their beach. Yes. That would be perfect.
She realized as she sat alone, waiting, that thoughts of Edward did not disturb her as much anymore. She had been sad to hear of them leaving – from Alice, earlier in the week – but not surprised. It actually felt like a relief, to have it just be her and Jacob now.
She was with her sun…and what was left of Edward was only a crescent moon, of memories and lessons that she would keep in her heart. After all, he had been an important part of her life, even if it had all been wrong for her in the end. If it weren’t for her suspicions of his being a vampire, she never would have gone out of her way to come visit young Jacob Black and flirt enough with him to make her tell him about ‘the cold ones…’
Bella shivered, and as if she had summoned him, Jacob returned. He wore a tank top now, but it was underneath a black slightly dressy shirt with buttons, and he’d even tucked it into his jeans. He slung a sweater at her – actually it was a leather jacket – and then they got back on the bike. She told him about her ideas for their date as he kicked the bike back into gear, and he said, “I like that.”
They roared down the road and into the main part of town. She held on tight to his waist, or alternately his shoulders. She was so happy right now. “You didn’t have to dress up for me!”
Jacob turned back in his seat and looked at her. He winked. “I wanted to. You look smoldering hot in that leather jacket, by the way. When we’re done eating, and beach walking, um…do you want to swim? We could skinny dip. I know a little cave cove down a ways from my house.”
Now it was her turn to wink. It made him grin. “Yes,” she said. “You continue to come up with good ideas.”
He parked the bike and they got off. They stood at the railing of the stair that led up to the restaurant. He wrapped in his arms and kissed her, and the whole world could see them, and Bella didn’t care. She had her sun, her love, and it was the best choice she had ever made.
They walked inside hand in hand. They were the picture of young love, laughing, staring at each other, eating voraciously. They earned a couple glances, and that was it.
It was human. It was real. It was perfect.

THE END

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