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I'll Teach You How To Love (Me)

One of the werewolves imprints on a mysterious woman. He travels to the ends of the earth to find her, and then discovers he has an impossible task. He doesn't just have to convince her to love him. He has to convince her love exists at all.

Right- this is a multi-chapter fic. I own nothing. It's in second person, so you can really pick a werewolf besides Jake, Quil, Sam, and Jared. In my mind, it's Embry, and that may be established later. Each chapter has a song which inspired it. I will provide links to the songs. You need to listen to them to get the right mood. I own nothing. REVIEW.

14. Sound Of Pulling Heaven Down

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“Hello,” you greet her softly. You try to avoid the inevitable staring, but like a magnet, your eyes are drawn to her face. In this quietest moment yet, you find yourself noticing new things about her.

God, but she’s beautiful. You knew that already. And it isn’t a good enough word. Exquisite, maybe. Or perfect.

Yes, perfect. Because even the little flaws of her features add to her. You know, for instance, that the left side of her nose is a little bit tanner than the right, and that her hair doesn’t ever lie quite flat in the back, and that tiny scar on her forehead. You try not to think what it might be from.

“You’re staring, kid,” she replies, and you shake your head. Not in denial, merely to clear the haze.


“That’s okay. Least you were staring at my face.”

As opposed to… Oh. Right. You feel abruptly quite stupid. In fact, you have to restrain a blush. Compared to her, you do seem like the kid she calls you sometimes.

“I take it you’re moving in here?”
“That was the plan.” She smiles a little. “Easier than livin’ all alone. I’ve had my fill of that in ten years, thank you very much. Unless you mind.”

“Not… not at all…” The idea that she will be in the same house as you, under the same roof day and night, that you will see her perfect face and hear her angel’s voice and laugh with her and make her laugh and…

You cut off your thoughts before they can turn too hopeful. Dazedly, you attempt to decide whether or not this is a normal thing to do. Do male and female friends live together in the house recently vacated by his parents in an ordinary situation? Ever?

The only thing that pops into your brain (admittedly, you’re fairly distracted) is that in bad sitcoms it always ends up with either the two of them married or him admitting he’s secretly gay and moving to Canada to marry her brother.

She interrupts your disjointed thoughts. “So, plannin’ on makin’ a move, kid?”


There is a loud snicker at your cluelessness. Fortunately, the sarcasm in the sound keeps it from that excess of perfection that hurts your ears with its ringing beauty. “Well, I thought, what with this true love thing you’re always on about, you might like to take me out to dinner. Though you might wanna eat beforehand if you don’t want to spend your life savings on food—it’s a nice place.”

“You… where are we going?” You can’t quite remember how to think.

“I’ll drive, kiddo. Dress up. You want to make a good impression on our first date, right?”

Date. Dear God, you’re going on a date with her. Your first real date ever, in fact. “I… I… I’ll be ready in a while.”


Abruptly, you stop in your tracks and turn to look at her. It gets easier every time. “Jenny?”


“Thank you.”

She grins. “My pleasure.”