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Jacob

Belle had left the rave with an uneasy feeling down to her bones. She could see that others were having a good time, but it seemed just a touch too out of control for her. She had gone with Charlie and when she was sure that he had someone to go home with, she'd gone to her own home, glitter smeared all over her skin.

She hadn't eaten or drank anything and so was feeling clear-headed and a shade of tired, just slightly too weary from an environment she wasn't sure of.

When she returned to the Homestead, she knew it was late, but she still went to Jacob's room rather than her own and knocked lightly on the door, leaning her temple to the wood of the wall and waiting to see if he was awake.

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Jacob had skipped the rave mostly because, well, it didn't interest him. He'd gotten drunk once with Remus and woken up so sick the next day that it stuck in his head as something not to do; being sick was a great deterrent. Maybe it made him boring, but at least he wasn't going to feel like shit in the morning.

Belle had gone with Charlie and Jacob was surprised to see her coming home early. Not early early, but earlier than he expected.

"Have a good time?" he asked, pulling the door open to wave her inside.

Belle gave a tired hum as she entered the room and headed straight for his bed. She'd changed into a baggy pair of flannel pants and a t-shirt and curled up at the head of the bed. "It's a little too wild for me. I've always liked parties, but this one was strange," she admitted. "Charlie's having a wonderful time, though. I think he's under the influence of something, though. I think most people there were."

"Usually are, when a party is involved," Jacob agreed, settling in next to her. "It's been quiet around here. I actually read a book."

He grinned and held it up. Harry Potter, so not major reading, but anything was an improvement over nothing.

Belle let out a soft laugh as she leaned forward to check the page, smiling in content with a secret. "I'm pretty sure some of the people from this book were at the party. It was...an enlightening moment, to say the least."

"That makes it weird," Jacob agreed, thinking about the very same thing. It was strange to read about Remus Lupin as Harry's teacher when this was the same guy he'd gotten drunk with on the beach.

"Then again, I'm from a book too. Nobody's ever been here from my home other than Alice, though, and she's gone now."

Belle shifted until she was on her side facing him, pressing her palm flat over his chest as she adjusted slightly. "I don't think I ever met Alice," she admitted, trying to recall. "I would've liked to," she added. "It would've been nice to meet anyone you knew."

"We weren't really friends," Jacob explained. "She was Bella's friend. Her best friend, other than me."

And also Edward's sister, but Jacob wasn't going to get into that.

"Werewolves and vampires don't really mix in my world."

"And she was a vampire," Belle said, because that seemed to be the natural assumption when it came to things. "That still sounds so mad and crazy to me. The idea of vampires. Though, I suppose my own life wasn't so normal."

She smiled softly at Jacob as she turned the page for him, fingers still easing it back and forth. "Sometimes I think here isn't so normal either. Not even the people."

"It's not," Jacob agreed, sliding an arm around her shoulders. He liked being close to Belle, even if they weren't (or hadn't yet) gone any farther than kissing and cuddling.

"This place...never been anywhere like this before. People from all over, every time, every place. I'm kind of glad for it, though, because I never would have met you if I never came here. And you're the most important person in my life right now, Belle. Now and, well, I'd say forever. Can't see it changing, anyway."

She was pleased that they both had remained when it seemed like other people vanished too quickly and suddenly. But he was there and so was she, and that was what she counted on. "You're so sweet to me," she said fondly. "Is it any wonder that I love you?"

"Well that," Jacob teased, "And you have great taste. I'm gorgeous, remember?"

He pressed a quick kiss against her hair. "Much better than the party, isn't it?"

"I think it is," she agreed seriously. For all that people seemed to be enjoying themselves there, she found no comparison when she was with Jacob and alone. "Next time, I'll have to tell Charlie that he should just take Ed. It's not my scene at all."

"Leave them to it," Jacob agreed, tipping her face up so he could look at her. He looked at her all the time, it was true, but it was different somehow when it was this late and there was nobody else around.

"I just want to be with you, Belle. Can I kiss you?"

"You know you don't even have to ask me that anymore, Jacob," Belle chastised, but softly, liking the fact that he always asked her for permission. It made her love him more, for being so concerned with her well-being. Before he got his chance, she did it for him, leaning in to kiss him slow and deeply.

Jacob hadn't really gone any further than kissing but for some reason this night, when everyone else was out getting drunk and high and who knows what else, this night seemed right.

He threaded his hands in her hair and deepened the kiss a little, made it just a little more desperate.

Belle let out a muffled, but interested noise that caught in the back of her throat and she stretched out her leg, sliding her body more horizontal on the bed. If everyone was out at the party or close-by, she supposed it was going to be a night quieter than all the rest.

She let out a soft sigh against the kiss, exhaling his name.

Jacob moved with her, half-covering her as he continued the kiss. It felt like they were moving toward something a little more than usual and he was a little nervous. What if Belle didn't like it? What if someone else found out and walked in on them.

He tried to clear his mind; the point of this was that it was spontaneous.

Belle placed soft kisses up his neck as she shifted, her eyes half-lidded by the time she eased away, her face flushed and her body too warm for the t-shirt she was wearing. "Hold on," she said, sitting up so she could pry it off, leaving her in a tank top and her jeans.

"I've got no problems holding on for that," Jacob promised, grinning at her. "I'd offer to take mine off but, well."

When did Jacob Black ever wear a shirt?

Belle gave him a rueful smile as she bent down and brushed her hair back with both hands to press a kiss to his chest. "You know people talk about this, don't you," she teased playfully, as she settled back up to look at him.

"About what?" Jacob asked, clueless. He let his hand drift into her hair, a short little breath puffing out when she kissed his chest. It felt so good and he was trying to keep it together.

"You, your inability to wear a shirt," she playfully remarked, sliding back up to curl up with him where their bodies lined up as best as they could, with his height so far above her own. "I'm starting to understand why you have so many friends who are girls."

Jacob laughed and slid his hands up her back, just rubbing lightly. "Okay, maybe that has something to do with it, but they only get to look. Only you get to touch, Belle. Um...as much as you want?"

"You know I'm not jealous, right?" Belle asked, not sure that he knew. She wanted him to know that he could be friends with whomever he liked because she trusted him. "I like that you have other girls who are friends. It makes me glad to know you're well-taken care of, no matter what."

"Good thing you're not," Jacob said, laughing a little in his relief. Truth be told, he did worry about it a little; most girls would be a little jealous if their boyfriends hung around other girls all the time.

"I want...I'm ready, Belle. For the next step."

Belle furrowed her brow, but when he continued, it all made sense. And the truth was that she was ready too and had been for some time. She settled back against his thighs and took a deep breath, aware that she was nervous. "Promise me one thing," she said, critically. "This won't change us. It's just another step. We'll still be the same people afterwards."

"Absolutely," Jacob promised, smiling up at her. "Look, it's not...we've been together almost a year, give or take. I don't think this will do anything but make us stronger. I'm scared too, but I want it."

"I think we should," Belle instantly agreed, a feeling of sheer terrifying anxiety and joy coming over her at once. "Do you have any kind of protection?"

Jacob nodded. "Yeah, in the drawer there. I've been uh...thinking about this for a while. I was prepared."

Belle would have chastised him, but she had been having similar thoughts and so she had her own supply tucked away under her mattress. She snuck out one of the packages, handing it to him and trying to debate whether it was better for him to put it on, or her. "I'll get off so you can get ready," she offered.

"It's probably better if I do it," Jacob said, giving her an awkward look. "I'm...from everything I've heard, I don't think it's going to last very long the first time. Too much going on and everything."

He paused though, the package between his fingers. "I want to fool around with you first, though."

Belle laughed at that, unable to help herself. It just sounded so simple and silly when he put it like that. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea, either," she assured, inching closer to close the space between them.

"Might make things better," Jacob agreed, sliding one of his hands up her thigh. "Um, how do you want to do this? Both of us just get completely undressed and go from there?"

"Well," she said, her voice slightly hitched and lower. "I was thinking that maybe you could undress me?" She would like that a lot and it was something that she had spent a great deal of time thinking about.

"You think these things through better," Jacob said with a laugh, leaning in to kiss her before sliding his hands beneath her shirt. "Is this okay, Belle?"

"Jacob," she says, reaching down to press one of her hands over his, giving him a long look so that he understands. "Anything you do is going to be okay," she insists, firm and loving. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Jacob said easily, tugging her shirt up and off. "I think that makes it a little easier, knowing you love me. I can't believe I'm this nervous about it, though. I always thought it'd feel natural."

"I don't know that I thought much about it," she admitted, her fingers delicately sliding up his bare chest and tracing out the muscles and the planes of skin that she could find. "I only ever thought about fairytale kisses and what comes after everything. The future, you know?"

Jacob reached up and unhooked her bra before speaking again, easing it off with a kind of quiet wonder. She was beautiful, always had been, and this was just another side of it.

"You'll have that," he promised. "I'll make sure you do."

Belle shifted slightly in order to help him, her shoulders rolling forward so that the brassiere could fall away. She grasped the strap and set it aside on the bed, closing the distance between them so she could feel skin on skin, the way that she had been dreaming about for so long.

She eased closer with a long kiss, eyes falling shut as she indulged in the feeling of her lips on his.

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