Fave Fic: The Movement of the Earth

Title: The Movement of the Earth
Author: audreyii_fic
Fandom: Twilight (Team Jacob)
Rating: T
Characters: Bella, Jacob, Charlie, and others (J/B)
Genre: Romance/Angst/Wolfpack!Humor
Warnings: Language, violence, and references to adult behavior

Fave Fic: Spindle Tree by mintenergy

Title: spindle tree
Author: mintenergy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some language. some sexual content. character death. some Edward/Bella in initial chapters to respect canon.
Beta: placeofthunder
Series: twilight
Pairing: Jacob/Bella
Time Period: post-eclipse
Genre: angst. romance. humor.
Status: Complete
Category: multi-chapter

Author’s Note: I wanted to write a sort of Breaking Dawn alternative, something that would acknowledge canon, Twilight thru Eclipse, but still have Bella ultimately (and believably, I hope) making the difficult choices that would lead her to the life she was originally meant to have.

In short, this is not a fairy-tale. This is a love story.

Fic Fanmix Choices -2The Bird and The Worm

Title: A Twilight Fic Fanmix: Choices-2The Bird and The Worm
Genre: Angst, fluff, romance
Pairing: Jacob/Bella
TimeLine: After Eclipse. BD never happened.
Featured artists from: 3 Doors Down, Owl City, Lisa Hannigan, Paramore, Jason Walker, Copeland, Mark Kozelek and many more.
Disclaimer: If Twilight was mine, BD would never happen and I would be filthy rich.
Author’s Note: Consider this my attempt to dig back into my Jacob/Bella writing style. I seemed to have lost it since I started my original stories.
Haven't got a betaread yet, all mistakes are mine.
Artwork by Majestamoniet

“A one day road-trip?”

He shrugged his wide shoulders. “You’re going to leave soon and you’re not going to be back in awhile. I thought you might want to ride around and say goodbye to the old homestead.”

Bella’s heart tripped inside her chest. She wanted it, she wanted to go. To wander around Forks' roads for the last time. Go down memory lane. With Jacob. Her mouth opened but before she could say anything she caught a movement at the corner of her eye. She turned to see Edward and Alice standing on the porch. 

Her chest tightened as she met Edward’s bright eyes. His voice was calm and as soft as usual. He didn't look annoyed or angry. The smile on his face was actually encouraging. “Don’t worry about us, love. If you want to go, you can go. Jacob has a point.”

Jacob swung his gaze to Bella and quirked an eyebrow. “There, you even have his permission.”

Bella gave him a mock scowl which got a smile from him.

“But, we still have plans to go over. The centerpieces, the table linens, the food, the guest book—“

Jacob made a dismissive noise against Alice’s protests. “Oh, please. I’ve seen the invitation and if Bella had anything to do with that, I’ll eat it.”

Alice stuck up her nose at him. “You sure you haven’t already?” 

Jacob rolled his eyes and saw that Bella was looking at him strangely. “What?”

“You've seen the invitations?” Her voice was tentative, soft.

He watched her with dark eyes, searching for something on her face. A small bitter smile stretched Jacob’s lips. “I wondered if you knew about that. Apparently, you didn't.”

“Who sent you the invitation?”

Edward walked down towards them. “I did, Bella.”

Bella’s looked at Edward and somehow felt...betrayed. Her mouth pressed in a straight line. “You should’ve told me first. You had no right sending it to him and not tell me.”

Edward’s eyes flicked to Jacob who lifted his hands. “Hey, don’t look at me.”

He returned his eyes to Bella, his face earnest but Bella could see the trace of guilt. “If I was him I would want to know. I would want to come to the wedding.”

“Jake isn't you.”

“Hallelujah.” Jake muttered softly. “Look, you can deal with that later. Anyway, are you going to come with me or not? Just one day, Bells. Just you and your best friend. Hanging out around town.”

Bella was annoyed with Edward. Oh, she knew he had his reasons and it might even be the right ones but she was annoyed with him and since she was, the decision she had to make was kind of easy and justified. God knew when she’d ever meet Jacob again, and the next time they’d meet she’d be a vampire and he would hate her. She stole a glance at Jacob and imagined him looking at her differently; with hate and anger rather than affection and love. She didn't know if she could handle that.

“I think…” Bella took a step closer to Jacob but hesitated and looked back to Edward and Alice. 

Jacob sighed. “Let me make this simple. Hey, Psychic Vamp. Do you see her?”

“Of course I do, you annoying lapdog. She’s right there.”

“I meant her future.” Jacob elongated his vowels as though he was talking to a three year old. “Do you see her future?”

Alice didn’t answer, she merely curled her upper lip which was answer enough.

Jacob turned to Bella with a smile. “See? You've already made your decision. Come along, Bells.”

Ten minutes later, after Bella wore three layers of sweaters plus jacket, was lectured about safety, forced to bring a cellphone, packed a bag full of snacks and leftovers herself, she finally got on the back of Jacob’s bike and they were ready for their mini road trip.

“Where do you want to go first?” Jacob asked her.

She put on her helmet, waved at Alice and Edward and grinned at Jacob. “Surprise me.”

He gunned the bike and smirked. “I thought you hate surprises.”

“Yeah, well. I've learn to adapt when they’re your kind of surprises.”

He snorted, waited until her arms wrapped around his waist and then they were off.

Bella sighed into his back, she missed this. Missed the sensation of flying (sure, she could have Edward carry her around but he’d be too fast for her to enjoy it), and it was different, knowing that you’re riding a machine rather than a person. She smiled when Jacob turned right to one of her favorite roads. Old maple trees were planted on both sides of it, the road would be filled with red, golden dry leaves, they floated and twirled and streamed away as the Harley raced across the straight length of it. 

With werewolf speed, Jacob caught one and gave it to her.

She reached for it and pressed her forehead against his back in thanks. It wasn't until she relaxed that she realized that she was so tense. She needed this. Needed to be with Jacob, needed to spend some time outside her house or the Cullen’s house for that matter.

But even as she squealed in dismay when Jacob reached for a stray branch that hung above, making drops of cold rain water fall on their heads, even as she laughed when he shook water from his hair in a not unlike dog demeanor, even as she felt loose and content as they roared through traffic, a heaviness threatened to blanket her limbs at her realization that this and everything else they would be doing was his way of saying goodbye.

you and I left our troubles far behind 

But I still have just one more question on my mind

Fanfiction: Parent Talk chapter 2

Title: Parent Talk

Pairing: Mentions of Jacob/Bella and Edward/Bella

Timeline: Eclipse.

Summary: Somewhere along the lines of Jacob kissing Bella and her graduation party.

Author: Rainypromise (ff.net) Borntobewild13 (Livejournal)

Disclaimer: If I was Stephanie Meyer, Breaking Dawn would never have happened. And I would be so rich, it wouldn’t even be funny.

“What?” Her knees week, Renee sat down carefully.

Charlie’s gruff voice eased out of the phone and reached her ear. “Bella broke her hand. Well, more like sprained it.”

“How?”

“Yeah, that.” She could almost see him tipping back his chair and scratching his head. “She hit something. Intentionally.”

“She hit something? Intentionally?” That didn't sound like Bella. “Hit what?”

“Jacob’s face.”

She could almost hear a hint of humor in his voice and she couldn't understand what was so funny about it because she was shocked. “She hit Jacob?”

“More like punched him.”

“And punching Jacob broke her hand?”

“Sprained it.” He corrected. “ I've always known the kid had a hard head but I didn’t know it was that hard.”

“Charlie Swan, are you laughing?”

She pictured him shrugging and aiming a grin at her. “Well, it is kind of funny.”

“It’s not funny. Our daughter broke her hand assaulting her best friend. What’s so funny about that? Besides, why did she punch Jacob?”

Charlie coughed and muttered something.

“What?”

“He kissed her.”

Renee’s jaw dropped. It took her a moment to find her voice. “Jacob kissed Bella? Since she hit him, I’m assuming without her permission?”

“Yeah.”

“And what did you do about it?”

“I sat him down, threatened him a little. Made him promise not to do it again.” He paused. “Made him clean my guns.”

Renee rolled her eyes. “And?”

“And what?”

“Charlie, he kissed our daughter without her permission.”

“He’s young. He’s a kid. He’s embarrassed enough already. You should’ve seen him when I showed up. And when I asked what was wrong, he fessed up. You gotta admit it took some balls to admit that to a father, especially when said father owns a variety of guns and just happens to be the Chief of Police.” He paused as he spoke to someone. “ And your father’s best friend.”

“If this wasn't Jacob you would have to arrest yourself for murder. At least admit that.”

“The boy got his wires crossed. He knows that now.”

“Is Bella all right?”

“He gave her a graduation present and she’s wearing it and never takes it off so I guess they made up. I told you, they don’t stay mad at each other for long.”

“Huh.” She went to the kitchen and got herself a can of soda. “Does Edward know?”

“I had to break those two up before they start something right in front of the house.”

Renee reached for a bag of cookies. “How mad was he?”

“You remembered when I punched Matt Riley when he tried to grope you at the office Christmas party?”

“How could I? You knocked off three of his teeth. I think he swallowed one of them.”

“Yeah, well.” Renee could almost see him getting all puffed up in his uniform. Men. “Anyway, if I hadn't stopped it, it would probably end up just like that.”

She tried to imagine the pale, slim, quiet Edward throwing a punch. “Do you really think Edward would do that?”

Renee jerked in her seat when Charlie burst out laughing. “What?”

“I was more worried about Jacob throwing the punch rather than Edward. You should see the size of this kid. Here, I’ll send you a picture.”

Renee picked up her laptop and opened her email. She clicked on the email titled: Sunday morning at the Blacks.

The first thing she saw was Bella’s glowing face. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks were flushed, her smile was wide and her head was tossed up as whoever took the picture caught her when she was laughing. She was holding up a plate of spaghetti over her head while several hands, each holding a fork, appeared from every corner of the picture, heading for her plate. 

Renee felt her lips twitch into a smile and the smile changed into bemusement when she saw that Bella was leaning against a wide shouldered, grinning man with dark longish hair, dark deep eyes and gorgeous colored skin.

“Is that—is that Jacob? The one she’s leaning against.” She spoke into the phone.

“Yup. Big, huh? You understand why I worried about him taking a punch at the Cullen boy.”

“He looked like he’s in his twenties.”

“All his friends are just as big. I swear, there’s something in the water back at the reservation.”

Renee couldn't take her eyes off her daughter and the boy-man-boy beside her. She looked so comfortable with him, as if she was use to their close proximity. Surprising since Bella wasn't the touchy feely type. They were sitting on a blue plastic tarp on the ground with their legs tangled up together and their feet bare. One of his large hands was on her waist, steadying her, while the other was outstretched over their heads as if he was protecting Bella (or her plate) from the fork-wielding hands. The scene looked fun and homey and …

“You’re right.”

“Of course, I am.” He waited a beat. “About what exactly?”

“She’s different with him, too.” But in a good way.

The Passing Years 36Between the Scenes Part 2

Title: The Passing Years
Author: Borntobewild13
Rating: M
Pairing: Jacob/Bella
Timeline: After Eclipse. Essentially, this is my version of BD (the book that shall not be mentioned)
Summary: After Eclipse, Jacob came back, got his life together and did pretty good...then he found out that for the last two years, Bella had been living in Port Angeles, that she was still human and unmarried. So, of course, now all bets are off.
Artwork by MajestaMoniet

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They were all gathered around Bella’s kitchen.

Jacob didn’t know what he was amused at the most. The different degrees of dubious expressions on Bella’s pack faces as he rattled off his knowledge of Charlie’s kitchen or their slightly disturbed and deepening awe as Caleb poked his head into cabinets and confirmed that what he was saying was true. “Cereal boxes are sorted by the majority of colors on their boxes. Left to right: red, blue, green and mixed.”

“In the next cabinet would be teapots, sorted by their motifs. Left to right: animals, fruit and flowers.”

“On the side drawers closest to the fridge, top to bottom is filled with the usual things: spoons, forks, spatula all gathered together. That’s kind of boring, but she saves those twisty little things that are usually used to close up the bags for cookies or candy or bread. She sorts them out by color into little Ziplocs.”

Brian hooted as Caleb lifted one and waved it around. Mercy snickered.

Those Ziploc was the straw that not only broke the camel’s back, it also killed it.

Lulu took her eyes off Jacob to stare at Bella who had refused to meet everyone's eyes. Instead she turned her redden cheeks away from them and stared at some watermark on her ceiling, she was trying to figure out what shape it was forming. So far, Bella thought it looked like a snail.

Silence blanketed the room as all eyes focused on Bella who gritted her teeth and tried not to let it get to her. Lulu waited a beat before exclaiming, “Bella.”

Lulu said her name like a mother who had found her child doing something really bad. Like, you know, messing up a kitchen.

Jacob tried to swallow his smile. He really did, but he guessed it showed in his voice. “Do you want me to continue?”

She flashed him a dirty look, but he merely took out a mug, poured coffee from a fresh pot—there was always a fresh something in Bella’s kitchen—and met her eyes with a bright smile.

Damien shook his head slowly in disbelief. “This is going to be long, hard battle.”

Murmurs of disappointment and sighs followed his statements from Tina and Misha as they milked the situation for all it was worth. Brian merely ambled off to the cabinets and pull out a big bag of chips. He shared it with Mercy and Caleb as they watched the others, expecting to be entertained.

“What?” Bella groused. “So I like to have things in order. And I arranged things in Charlie’s kitchen so of course things would be as I like it.” Her eyes flashed with irritation when her pack kept looking at her. “What?”

Lulu and Damien turned away, each wearing pained expressions as if it hurt to look at her. “Come on, folks. Shows over, let’s clean up the kitchen.” They hustled as Lulu herded them out of the room. “And we had such high hopes, too.”

“What are we going to do with her?” Damien muttered, his voice belying the amusement in his eyes.

“But, we didn't do anything. Why should we help to clean up?” Caleb complained.

“There’s more pie in the kitchen.” Lulu bribed.

“Excellent.” Caleb elbowed his way to the front. “Whoever gets there first gets the biggest piece.”

“What is your stomach made of? A blackhole?” Tina asked half-seriously. “Is this a Quileute thing?”

Mercy’s voice was nearly a murmur as they all thumped down the stairs. “I can eat pie.”

“It is a Quileute thing.” The others agreed simultaneously.

Jacob snickered as Bella turned to him and crossed her arms, her face red and mutinous. She looked like she was expecting an apology but Jacob merely looked at her. In fact, he was looking at her so intensely that Bella narrowed suspicious eyes at him. “Are you trying to think of more ways to embarrass me?”

“Actually, I’m waiting for you to stomp your foot.”

Jacob watched delightedly as her face grew even more bad tempered. Bella in a temper excited him. Anger looked gorgeous on her. 

“Fine. You won our bet. What do you want?”

He sipped his coffee, hiding his smile at the thought of all the things that he wanted from her…or do to her. “I don’t know, yet.”

Bella’s shoulders relaxed and she could feel a hint of a smile appeared on her lips as she looked at him. He had looked so comfortable and at ease in her kitchen and among her friends. She liked seeing him joking around with her friends—her pack. She was irked that he went after her with his stories and weird bets but that was just Jacob being Jacob. 

Their eyes met and his lips curved into a slow, sly smile. “But I’m sure I could think of something.”

Bella blinked. It wasn’t what he said, really. It was how he said it, his voice was a mix of chocolate and sugared creams; low and husky and…She shifted her feet at the look in his eyes: dark and heated.

She swallowed and she could feel her already warm cheeks starting to blaze. Thank God that her friends weren't here to hear him. They would never stop teasing her about it.

She heard him chuckle and his fingers grazed her left cheek. “If you keep blushing like that, you’ll get dizzy.”

She tried to elbow him aside but who was she kidding? Nobody could move Jacob unless he wanted to be moved. “I’m mad at you.”

His eyes shone with innocence. “For what?”

She narrowed his eyes at him. “Don’t even bother, Jake.”

“Awwww, don’t be mad. I only wanted them to like me, so I shared some stories.”

Bella scoffed. “They already like you far too much for my comfort. I’m sure anyone of them would give you their first born if you ask for it.”

“I can get my own first born, thank you very much.” 

She lifted her eyes to him and felt her heart melt at the way he was looking at her while nerves wracked her heart at the implication of his words. “We haven’t even had a date yet and already you’re talking about kids?”

He shrugged and put his hands on her waist. “ You've seen them, remember? There were two.” He tilted his head in thought. “Do you think they were twins?”

Bella was taken aback by the way he casually mentioned her vision but then her mind was also caught up by the thought. She remembered the dark haired children, how could she not? The moment she saw them was one of the most defining moments of her life. And she remembered telling him about it, the look on his face, and the crushing weight in her chest every time she remembered it. She remembered hearing their children laugh as they ran into the forest, seemingly quite at home in the wild. Like their father.

A boy and a girl. They looked to be the same size. Rachel and Rebecca were twins, so…”Oh my God. It could be twins.”

Jacob did a double take, amazed that Bella was actually considering it, then burst out laughing at the look on her face. “Don’t sound so horrified, honey.”

“Twins, Jake. We could have twins.”

She looked so panicked at the thought that Jacob smothered the smile that threatened to erupt at hearing her say ‘we’ and rubbed her shoulders. “Bells honey, I think we should go on a date first before naming our kids.”

“Oh, that’s true.” Then she frowned. “Wait, why are we talking about my vision like it’s a done deal?”

“Why are we talking and using words like ‘my vision’?”

“Because we’re not normal?”

Jacob snickered, walked across the kitchen and sat on one of the sofas. He sent a wicked grin her way and patted his lap. Bella rolled her eyes but sat on his lap anyway. She giggled when he immediately wrapped her in a bear hug. For a second she thought that this should be awkward, weren't they still in the ‘nearly first date’ stage of their relationship; that nervous, strange phase of any relationship?

“So, where should we go on this date?”

Bella tucked her face against his shoulder, sniffing him. He smelled like oil and musk and sugar and strawberries. When it was clear that she was distracted, he nudged her with his chin. “Hey, answer me, woman.”

“Oh, the woman calling is starting all ready? Soon you’d have me chained to the kitchen.”

“I don’t have to, you already spend all your time in the kitchen. I just have to make sure you spend all your time in my kitchen now.”

Bella snorted, her breath tickling his neck. 

“So?”

“I don’t know. I asked you. So you decide on the place. Surprise me.”

Jacob eased his head away in order to see her better. “You hate surprises.”

“In order to survive in my pack, I've adapted.”

Jacob chuckled low in his throat, his chest rumbled against her cheek. “Was it really that bad?”

She drew figure eights against his T shirt. “It was touch and go for a while. But, I survived. Stockholm syndrome probably helped.”

That earned her another smile from him and she smiled against his neck before leaning her head against his shoulder. “Seriously, Jake. Surprise me. I’m sure anything you choose will be fine.”

“I could choose a bar for all you know.”

“Then I’d probably like it.”

He gave her a dubious look and she rolled her eyes. “ I've been to bars you know.”

He kept the dubious look on his face.

“Lulu. Damien.” She said as an explanation. “Besides, being you. You’d never take me to a place that’s not to my liking.”

“How’d you know?”

“Because you’re you. You can’t help it. You’re thoughtful like that.”

His lips curved when their foreheads met. “Am I?”

“Yes, that’s why I, you know, sort of love you.”

“Sort of?”

Her smile was impish and mischievous and fun. Jacob was fascinated…and of course, he just had to kiss her. As soon as their lips met, her arms wrapped around his neck while he clamped his body to hers with one arm while the other delved into her hair.

Their lips locked with no foreplay whatsoever. 

Tongues tangled without preliminaries. 

Hunger echoed in every touch. 

The playful tone of their banter changed into heat as skin touched skin. Jacob’s hand slipped down her back to worm into her T-shirt.

Hers were already on his naked ribs.

Bella shifted on his lap. “Wait, let me—“ With an adept twist of her body, she straddled him and their torsos crushed against each other. Jacob let out a deep, dark growl and Bella let out a small whimper when he nipped at her bottom lip.

Her nails scratched his back and his mouth drew a hot trail against the curve of her neck. When she let out a moan, he came back up and hunted for her mouth.

Jacob was on fire. And he was so hard it was painful. Quiet, serious Bella always managed to arouse him beyond belief. Who would’ve known that she would become so uninhibited in his arms? When it came to passion, Bella was no delicate flower. She scratched, she writhed, she moaned. All his hard-earned control was smoke. All he wanted to do now was dragged her into bed and spent the night loving her.

He cursed when she bit his earlobe hard. He paid her back by sucking her neck. “Like to bite, honey? How about being bit?” 

“I wouldn't know.” She muttered against her mouth but she shuddered when he drew the soft skin of her shoulder between his teeth and bit down gently. The soft sounds she made shot straight to his groin. She liked it. Holy hell.

“The first time somebody bit me, I didn't like it so much.”

He frowned at the thought of somebody else biting her but she laughed and waved her hand. Her right hand. Where a crescent scar shape stayed cool despite her body temperature. 

Even as if he knew she had survived it, he couldn't help but feel his blood boiled even hotter with anger at the thought that a vampire had tried to kill her.

No vampire would ever touch her now. He would make sure of it.

As if she sensed his anger, she curved her fingers around his jaw then nuzzled her nose against his. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath of her scent and gathered her even closer in his arms. “I’m okay, Jake.”

He felt his shoulders relaxed. “I know you are, honey.” He lifted her right hand and his lips seemed to burn as it touched the scar. He rubbed her back with long steady strokes and sighed when she leaned against him.

“I like this.”

“Hm?” His blood was still hot in his veins but that was probably because Bella was all pressed up against him, feeling soft and curvy and smelling all delicious. Her long heavy hair streamed down her back, still damp from her shower. He played with the strands, wrapping and unwrapping her hair around his fist.

“Just being with you with your arms around me.”

“Well, since I like holding you, that’s fortunate.”

“ I've been thinking.”

“Yeah?”

“What do we tell the dads?”

“The dads?” Humor riddled his voice and hearing it made her smile. Everything about him seemed to make her smile these days.

“My dad and your dad. What do we tell them?”

“Do we have to tell them anything?”

She lifted her head at that and stared at him in bemusement. “You think we should keep this a secret?”

“This?”

“Us, dating each other.”

“Bells, honey, I think they already know by now.”

“How? Did you tell Billy?”

“Bells, with us being in the same vicinity, the end game is pretty predictable.”

She frowned. “Do you think so?”

“Do I think it’s predictable or do I think that they would think so, too?”

She took a moment to think. “Both.”

“Yes, both I and the dads would think so. Besides, they know me so they know I wouldn't leave you alone for too long.”

She smiled. “Wouldn’t you?”

“Hell, no.” 

Her smile widened with amusement because of the ‘are you crazy?’ look he gave her. 

“Besides, can you really imagine us being together without ending up where we are now?”

She thought about it and found herself thinking that it would be kind of impossible for them being in such close contact but not be together. Even when they had just met, Bella had felt a connection with the shy, awkward boy with the beautiful smile.

She tilted her head in thought. “Jake, were we ever just friends?”

He leaned over to give her lips a peck. “If we were, it didn't last long.”

Her mouth curved against his and that encouraged him to deepen the kiss. Bella sighed into his mouth as he kissed her with slow, steady movements of his lips. Jacob was a great kisser and he actually liked kissing. Bella could tell from the way he touched his mouth to hers that he could kiss her all day.

And she loved it.

Oh, she’d gone on a few dates and had kissed her share of guys but kissing Jacob was just so very different. His kisses were luscious and deliberate and he was just so focused on her that she couldn't help but feel like the only girl who was meant for him.

And it wasn't just his mouth (though that itself was enough to drive her insane). When Jacob kissed her, he did it with his whole body; the way his hands stroke her back, her shoulders, tangled in her hair, held on to her hips, wrapped around her waist, curved over her butt, the way his body seemed to gravitate toward hers as if he wanted to be closer, so much closer to her. And then there was always that low, raspy rumble in his chest that tickled hers and made her...well, you know.

And he has so many moods; playful, desperate, sly, gentle, loving, intense.

But even with his shifting moods, his kisses always told her the same thing:

I want you.

I love you.

You’re it for me.

Jacob broke off their kiss and panted into her neck. “Damn. Incoming.”

Bella blinked the haze out of her eyes and got off his lap just as a knock sounded on her door. “You guys decent?” Tina asked. “We’re going to go home now.”

“Uh, I’ll be right down.” Bella rushed over to the mirror in her bedroom and grimaced at her reflection. She went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face in an effort to tone down her flushed complexion and took deep even breaths to control her breathing. 

Jacob snickered when she muttered something about ‘looking like horny teenagers after a make out session’.

“I can’t speak for you, honey, but I am horny and we were in a make out session.”

After that kiss, well, she was also horny but in no way would she ever admit it.

As they walked downstairs, she smacked him when he patted her butt in a manner that he probably thought of as affectionately comforting. 

Bella ignored the snickers on her pack’s faces when their eyes fell on her flushed cheeks and bruised lips.

Lulu noticed that Jake was putting on his leather jacket. “You’re not staying over?”

Bella frowned, mortified with just how disappointed Lulu sound. “Of course he's not staying over.”

Jacob blinked and turned wide, guileless eyes at her. “I’m not?”

Bella froze in the act of straightening a chair and stared at him. “Wha, uh, do you want to?” Then as if her brain caught up with what she just said, her face blazed brightly.

Jacob burst out laughing, reached over and hugged her to him. “Breathe, Bella.” He pulled her with him as he walked outside, and the others trailed after them. Or so they thought. “I have the morning shift at JEQ anyway.”

He nodded to Mercy and Caleb who had the use of Jake’s Impala for as long as they had to come to Bells. They were bickering about over who gets to drive. “No stops, you guys. I’d know if you did.”

Caleb groaned. “He always knows.” Then he frowned before he opened the passenger’s seat. Apparently he lost the keys to Mercy.

“The Pack watches over them?” Bella whispered and Jacob nodded. He walked to his bike and straddled it before inserting the keys on the ignition. “So, how does tomorrow sound?”

She waved to Caleb and Mercy as the caromed their way home. “Tomorrow?”

“Our date. Are you free tomorrow night?”

All of a sudden, several voices yelled from inside Bells. “Yes, she is.”

Bella turned and yelled back, “Weren’t you guys leaving?”

She rolled her eyes when they laughed like loons. “Tomorrow night would be good.”

“I’ll pick you up at 8?”

She nodded, suddenly feeling shy. She pushed her hair back and just looked at him and he looked back at her. Why did she feel so awkward now? “So, tomorrow at 8. OK. Um, bye.”

He stared at her and she shifted her feet on the sidewalk. Why was he looking at her like that? All amused and—

“OK. Um, bye?” He asked her. “What are we? Nine?”

He hooked a finger on the belt loop of her jeans and pulled her closer. “C’mere you.”

She grinned. He grinned. And the awkwardness dissipated. It was that easy. “Bye.” He murmured against her lips, dropping light kisses on her mouth until she laughed. He nipped her bottom lip and drew back. “Now, it’s your turn to kiss me.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “I think I've already kissed you enough for today.”

He shook his head a little. “You haven’t kissed me hello, yet.”

“I haven’t?”

“No.”

“How thoughtless of me.” 

“It was.” He whispered inches from her face, his breath washed against her skin, smelling like coffee and sugar. “I was kind of hurt.”

“Were you? Couldn't have that.” She teased and his eyes warmed in the soft glow of street lights. The light shower earlier in the night left puddles of water that gleamed like crushed stars on the dark asphalt and their shadows were long and blended into one as they moved closer and kissed.

This time the kiss was sweet and dreamlike; the kind of kiss that fairy tales were made of but this, she knew, was as real as anything in her life could ever be. 

When the kiss ended, it was with a sleepy sigh and her eyelids fluttered open slowly to see him smiling at her, the kind of smile that heated her blood and warmed her heart. It brightened even more when she whispered, “Hello.”

He touched their noses together, “Hi.”

She saw his eyes flickered away from her before, with a small grin, he pulled back.

Bella sighed. “They’re watching us, aren’t they?”

Jacob waved to her friends who probably had their faces pressed on the windows by now. She looked over her shoulder and true enough, there they were.

“You guys better not get any prints on that window!”

As an answer, Brian squirted the glass with glass cleaner.

“See what I have to deal with?” She motioned at the smirking, clapping people who were giving her a thumbs up. Misha even had written a perfect 10 on her sketching pad and waving it around.

Jacob laughed.

Fanfic: Stories

Title: Stories
Author: Lilabut
Pairing: Jacob/Bella
Genre: Sweet/Fluff
Summary: Bella and Jacob trying to figure out what to tell people about how they fell in love.
Prompt: "I put my hand on you. Touching you was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against your shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?"
Prompt taken from kimokun's blog.

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People just like listening to stories. As innocent children, as curious teenagers, as indifferent adult and at an old age when one might think you have heard all stories worth telling.


Sometimes people would ask them – just because it was such a common question, so simple and yet it offered the most amazing stories from time to time.


How did you meet? How did you get together?


Bella and Jacob never quite knew how to answer those questions. Not because they did not want to share their story but because there was no real story to tell, no real plot. No excitement or drama. And so they always decided on the short version: childhood friends, eventually falling in love.


They both knew so well that it had never been that simple. There had never been a certain point in their relationship when either of them had felt a progress or a development in their feelings for each other. For Jacob, Bella had always been the one. And for Bella, Jacob had always been a part of her.


There had been no declaration, no dates, no introductions to the parents.


No real changes.


Holding her hand. Holding on to his arm. Hugging her hello and goodbye. Touching his knee. Bumping their thighs into each other. Giving him a massage. Brushing a strand of hair out of her face. Rubbing sun lotion on her back.


Kissing him on the cheek. Brushing the tiny piece of skin between her jeans and shirt while hugging her. Putting a hand on his thigh. Running his hands through her hair. Kissing her earlobe when whispering something unnecessary into her ear. Crawling underneath the Rabbit next to him.


Sitting on his lap at a bonfire – with their fathers around. Arms touching during dinner – with their fathers around. A kiss on her forehead for goodbye – with his father watching from the porch.


Kissing him on the lips shyly during a boring movie on television. Nuzzling her neck with his nose. Touching his chest for no obvious reason. Slipping his hand beneath her shirt and touching her stomach. Holding her in her sleep. Playing footsie underneath the table.


Unclasping her bra with trembling fingers. Pulling at the waistband of his boxers with a bright red face. Touching her naked back. Feeling his stomach underneath her palms. Wrapping her thighs around him. Pulling him closer.


Kissing each other – in front of her classmates. Holding hands – while talking to her father. Biting her neck – during a bonfire.


Holding her hand.


Holding on to his arm.


Dropping a ring into her palm.


Touching his knee.


Giving him a massage.


Kissing her swollen stomach.


Sitting on his lap at the beach.


Fingers always trembling.


Face always tinted red.


Bella and Jacob do not know how to tell their story to anyone. It is their story, after all.


How did you meet? How did you get together?


It had just happened. Somehow they had gotten here.

Fanfic : Times are Changing

Title: Times are Changing
Author: Lilabut
Genre: Angst
Timeline: After Eclipse
Summary: Jacob and Bella had lied to each other for far too long.
Prompt by me: "So we pile our lies in to ease the hurt away."

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Jacob watches Bella as she cooks her way through his kitchen, every bowl used, ingredients smeared and scattered everywhere. An enormous pile of pancakes stands next to a bowl of vanilla pudding, a plate with chocolate cookies on top of a box with sandwiches of all kinds, a steaming pot with pasta next to a plate with steaks, a cake with crumbles on the table amongst an overflowing salad bowl, lasagne and mashed potatoes.

He had tried to talk to her for three hours now – obviously without any success. She just glared at him and continued her work, ordering him to get out of her way while she stirred, roasted, flavoured, kneaded and wiped sweat and baking powder from her forehead.

Finally, he has enough. Taking two big steps, he wraps his strong arms around her waist, ignoring her kicks and punches and the chocolate smears on his arms. Lifting her from the ground he carries her into the bathroom, pushes her into the shower with a little brutality and before she can scream in protest the ice-cold water is pouring down on her.

She goes rigid in his arms, the flood of ice soaking her clothes, gluing her hair to her face, eyes closed, limbs shivering.

“Stop lying, Bells. It’s too late and you know that. No matter how many cookies you make it won’t change your choice anymore,” he says as gently as he can, wrapping his arms around her once again and stepping into the tiny shower with her. Their bodies are pressed together tightly, not a single inch left for air and Bella rests her head against his chest in defeat, fisting her hands in his shorts – the only fabric she can use as a hold.

“You’re getting married in two days and then you’ll be gone. I know we’ve been trying to lie that away the last months, but it’s too late for that now. It’s time to let go. We can’t pretend being married and having kids anymore, naming them Jake the Third and bubble gum. And you can’t walk around with the sheet playing my runaway bride. And you can’t stay the night sneaking into my bed just to wake up next to me in the morning as if it was the most normal thing in the world. And you can’t cook like there is a war coming up.”

Bella’s tears mix with the freezing water, her lips turning blue against his russet chest as he keeps her close, whispering into her ear.

“It helped. All those pretends. But not anymore. It only hurts now. You can still make it all happen. But you and I both know it won’t happen,” he sighs, holding back the tears and buries his head In her hair. Imagining – pretending – for the last time that they were just two teenagers in a downpour. Not a lonely boy and a girl who would leave him for someone as cold as the icy water soon. Very soon.The lies had been soothing. At the time. But the time was over.