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Jacob imprints on Edward. Set around the time New Moon would be taking place, although this doesn't really even follow that timeframe, really. Although, Edward does leave Bella, as in New Moon. Jacob and Bella become friends. But Jake has no romantic inclinations towards her. Bella has slowly-but surely-moved on. She'll have someone farther down the story. I'm not sure who yet. This story is simply about Jacob and Edward's relationship.

I know, my summary was pretty bad. Sorry. This is rated M. This story is not Eclipse or Breaking Dawn compliant. A little bit for New Moon, but not so much. Also, I haven't written in a while, so if my chapters seem short and to the point, that's not only my writing style, but a deficit from lact of practice. Hopefully, it won't be much of a problem. I cannot say for sure what days I will update, and I ask for patience. Otherwise, enjoy(: Disclaimer: I do not-nor will I ever-own Twilight, or it's characters. All rights to Stephanie Meyer.

5. A Little Skin.

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Scenes flashed before Jacob's eyes, scenes of Edward and him in the future. In one, they were arguing, angry tears flowing down Edward's cheeks as he beat his fists into Jacob's chest collapsing on the ground. In another, they were excited, happy as he saw Edward and himself riding a rollercoaster, the vampire's arms clutched tightly around Jacob as Jacob laughed merrily. In yet another, they were kissing passionately, tongues entertwined, lips locking.

Jacob smiled. Then, immediately frowned; Edward and he weren't a couple, were they? No.. they weren't. And even though Jacob had already known this to be true, pain flashed through him at the knowledge that Edward did not love him.

Mentally facepalming himself for his thoughts, Jacob shook his head, trying to dislodge the images of Edward and himself as a couple, good and bad. It didn't work. He sighed internally.

Then he realized something: he was laying facedown on an object that was moving. Breathing. Opening his eyes, Jacob saw that he was laying down on Edward. What in the world? Then, he remembered: hed passed out. On Edward. He groaned as he felt a blush crawling up his skin. How embarasssing! Averting his eyes from Edward, he didn't see the wide-eyed, dear-caught-in-headlights look on Edward's face as Edward read Jacob's thoughts and put two and two together: Jacob had just imprinted on Edward.

Jacob placed his hands on either side of Edward's body, bracing himself on his arms. Boldly looking into Edward's eyes, he accepted that Edward read his thoughts and, from the look on his face, he didn't exactly relish the thought. A pang went through Jacob, but he steadfastly ignored it. Have to get through this with your dignity intact. Even though it might be slightly damaged, considering you just passed out on Edward for God knows how long.

"How long have I been out?" Jacob asked softly.

Edward seemed to be debating whether or not to respond. Jacob rolls his eyes. It'd be just like him to think he could weasle his way out of an imprint. Well, that's not the way it works, and Edward would just have to deal. Edward's eyes harden at Jacob's thought. Jacob's eyes narrow to slits as he seethes internally.

Forcing himself to calm down, Jacob pushes himself up and off Edward even as his bond-his wolf-becomes angry at Jacob for leaving the warmth of his mate's arms, even though Edward was a vampire. To his mate, he was rather warm. Scorching, almost. Or was that merely Jacob's blush making him feel all hot?

Edward smirks. Then: "You passed out fifteen minutes ago."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" The smirk slid off Edward's face onto Jacob's.

"I-I-" he stuttered, not really knowing what had overcome him during those moments before Jacob passed out. He remembered scenes of him and Jacob flashing before his eyes, of them at a wedding, of them holding hands, kissing.. He blushed, the blood of his last kill rushing to his cheeks.

"Yes? You were saying why you didn't wake me up? Or would you rather explain why you neglected to even move from your position? Especially my attire. Or rather, my lack thereof?" Jacob enquired, enjoying himself quite a bit as his flesh rubbed against Edward's clothing clad leg.

Edward seemed to blush to his very roots as he scrambled for an answer. What the hell was he supposed to say? That he had rather enjoyed the weight of his-the-werewolf's body against his? Yeah, right!

"Well, I.. You were sleeping, and well, I thought the situation would be.. ratherawkardconsideringyournaked," he finished quickly.

"Yes, well, it's still awkward now, isn't it?" he said, running his finger up Edward's leg.

Edward seemed to pop out of a trance. His leg jerked away from Jacob's touch and he stood rapidly, dropping Jacob onto the floor as he did so. A moan of pain escaped Jacob's lips. Edward felt a flash of guilt, but pushed it aside. "Jacob.. we'll have to continue this.. conversation later. I actually need to talk to the werewolves. All of them. Not just you."

That seemed to knock all sexual thoughts out of Jacob's mind. He grabbed his shorts from around his ankle and pulled on them on, buttoning them as he said, "About that, why do you need to talk to the pack anyways?"

Edward's smirk reappeared on his face.

"I guess you'll have to wait to find out."

Jacob groaned.