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.
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.
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