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Summary:
When Rosalie Marcum moves to Seattle she vows to make a new start, to take control and make some changes. Her first brave adventure doesn't quite go as planned, but is certain to change her world forever. "I've not had any woman look at me the way you do," he whispers, voice husky. "I think you've been walking around with your eyes closed Jake," I laugh, raising my eyebrows at him, full of scepticism. His cheeky smile makes a timely appearance. "Oh, yeah, well, there's plenty of that." Modest as always. I'm just about to roll my eyes when his face turns serious again, stopping me in my tracks. "I mean, I've never had anyone look at me like they really..." He pauses, worrying his lip, "Like they really love me. Only me." Oh.


Notes:
Jacob/OC pairing with the inclusion of several other characters from the Twilight series.


11. Chapter Eleven

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"Are you sure you're really okay being chained up for the night, Will?" I ask as we climb out of the car, raising my eyebrows in concern. He shrugs, Jacob's large clothes flopping around as he does, exaggerating the movement.

"It's for the best… I'm used to it. Usually it's rope but…" He trails off, attempting a half smile. Everything this guy does looks agonising, even smiling. He's so thin that when he smiles the skin doesn't look like it should stretch that far, it looks tight and sore, like it might split at any moment. I think I prefer it when he's frowning. William and I trail behind Jake in the direction of the garage, loitering in the remaining daylight.

"Do you need me to get you some food… water… anything?" He shakes his head slowly as the garage doors swing open. It's dim inside making it look misleadingly small, but as we step further inside and my eyes adjust, it's actually quite spacious. Various engine parts and tools litter the dark corners, but other than that it's relatively tidy, by Jacob standards.

"I get so out of it when I change I wouldn't realise you'd put anything out for me anyway," he says, eyeballing Jacob who is busily collecting up a large pile of chains.

"Are you ready?" he asks Will, his biceps bulging from holding the thick chains aloft. William nods glumly, then turns to me.

"I know you've seen me naked already today Ros, but would you mind leaving while I strip…" He flushes with embarrassment as my mouth flops open, "I don't want to ruin all of your friend's clothes."

"Oh, no, no, of course," I stutter, backing out. Jacob gives me a sympathetic smile as I pull the doors closed behind me. I think he knows that I won't sleep well tonight, knowing there's someone – or rather something – chained up in the garage. I wonder back into the house to wait and I'm greeted happily by Otis, ready and waiting to brush against my legs, meowing affectionately. I wish my cats at home were this affectionate. He follows me up onto the sofa, walking across my lap and circling before finally settling in a tight ball, purring loudly. As I sit, stroking his fur, I try to keep the images of William in chains from my mind and decide busy myself with my sling instead. Nothing like a tricky knot to keep the mind from wandering.

I'm still fiddling with the knot when Jacob comes in, looking troubled. "Everything okay?" Jake sits next to me and Otis decides to switch laps, ever the loyal feline.

"It all looks pretty secure," he confirms, still frowning as he scratches Otis behind the ears, "You know this troubles me as much as it does you, right?" I nod sympathetically, still struggling with my sling.

"At least we know he can't come to harm in there…"

"Let me help you." Jacob undoes my sling deftly with his dextrous fingers, revealing the elastic bandaging underneath. "How's it feeling?"

"Swollen," I hiss as he prods it gently, "And sore." He holds my arm with one hand and uses the other to remove the bandage. He flinches in empathy every time I do. "What are you doing?"

"Massage, to help the swelling." He starts to rub the swelling around my elbow, his fingers moving very slowly and tenderly. "I'm so glad I don't have to put up with this crap anymore." I give him a quizzical look, wondering what he means, "Another wolf thing… we heal really quickly."

"Oh." I sit contentedly, just watching his chunky fingers work their magic, once again wondering how someone so large could be so tender. He glances up at me.

"Relax," he smiles, eyes creasing at the corners. I lean my head back against the sofa cushions and close my eyes, letting my wind wonder. This feels wonderful. I wonder what his fingers would feel like trailing over my neck, my back. His lips too.

"Mmmmm…" I exhale noisily, without meaning to. I feel my cheeks redden, but I daren't open my eyes. I know exactly the look that'll be on Jacob's face. That cheeky, I know I'm so hot you just can't help yourself kind of look. He starts to use the whole of his hands, wrapping them around my forearm and elbow, acting as homemade heat packs. The warmth feels like it's soaking right through to my bones and it feels so delightfully relaxing.

"Nice?" he asks quietly, his tone still betraying his smirking.

"Much better, thank you," I reply, expecting him to let go, but he doesn't. Instead his warm hands are replaced by his mouth as he starts to place feather light kisses along my arm. My breath hitches in my throat and I open my eyes to see the top of his head, his face bent down reverently, eyes closed as he continues his kisses. I want to just sit here and let him continue, I want to tilt my neck back and encourage him to explore further, but I can't shake a nagging feeling at the back of my mind that makes me open my mouth and interrupt, despite my screaming libido. "Jake," I whisper. He looks up at me from under his eyebrows, his eyes smouldering, lips still pressed to my arm. "Jake, why are you doing this?" He pulls away, looking vaguely hurt.

"What do you mean?" he asks, settling for sitting with my hand in his, gently rubbing my thumb with his own. Otis jumps down from his lap and exits to the kitchen, as if sensing the tension.

"Why are you kissing me like this? It's been two days…" He tilts his head, like he doesn't understand, frowning.

"I thought you liked it…"

"I do!" I exclaim, reaching over and placing my other hand on top of his, squeezing comfortingly. "It's just… I've done nothing to deserve all this attention from you, yet you're showering me with affection, you're introducing me to all these people that you share this extreme secret with and I just… don't get it." He just smiles at me, and seeing the beauty of it just makes me feel all the more unworthy. "Why me?"

"I know you well enough to know that you want a logical explanation," he sniggers and I roll my eyes in agreement, "Truth is I can't really give you one. I like you. You're confident. Anyone can tell that just from the way you carry yourself and how stubborn you are. I like how you've been watching over William because it shows me that you're kind. You're playful and you're funny, you're smart enough to be pretty quick witted when you want to be… I just… I like the way you're put together." He grins and I feel my cheeks start to burn in embarrassment. I can't remember the last time anyone said such nice things about me… and all at once, too! "I mean, you're a bit obsessive, a little bit of a clean freak and a perfectionist, things I don't think I'll ever understand… but who am I to judge? Wolf." He points at himself, laughing throatily and I chuckle along with him. "Which is another thing... not once have you judged me or seemed horrified by what I am. It's such a big part of me… it means a lot to me that you've just taken it all in your stride." I shrug, smiling,

"You don't seem like any kind of monster to me." He lifts my hands to his face and kisses my palms gently, one by one.

"Are those enough reasons for you?" I nod, sated and satisfied by his answer.

"Guess I'm just feeling pretty lucky, is all," I whisper, reaching up and running my hand through his messy strands of hair. A moment of pause. "Do you not want to know why I like you?" He laughs again.

"Have you seen me lately?" He gestures to himself, moving his hands up and down his body and I can't contain myself. I'm doubled up in laughter, holding onto my tummy with my good hand.

"Ow, ow, Jacob, I can't breathe," I gasp through giggles. There are tears rolling down my cheeks by the time I manage to calm down.

"Admit it though," he persists, leaning towards me, "You've totally got the hots for me."

"Shut it, wolf boy," I retort, before practically launching myself at him. His fast reflexes mean he's ready for me, reclining back on the sofa to allow me to lie almost completely on top of him, wrapping his arms around me tightly and moulding my body against his. I can feel my elbow burning in protest between our bodies but I'm so preoccupied with the insistent desire bubbling over in the depths of my stomach that I couldn't care less. His lips press excitedly against mine, responding to my passion in equal amounts and more, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth, filling me with his hot breath. His hand works its' way up into my hair, grasping at the short strands and sending delicious pinches of pain all the way down my back, making my body bow to his will. I mumble his name against his lips, breathy, feverish from his body heat and his mouth travels down to my neck. I can feel his satisfied smile against my skin.

"You smell heavenly," he tells me huskily, that breath of his blowing all the way down my shirt, making my hairs stand on end. "I told you that you wanted me…"

"No shit Sherlok..." He chuckles at my reply, continuing his maddeningly soft kisses until I'm squirming from the intolerable yearning. Suddenly my hairs are standing on end for a completely different reason and even Jacob's body tenses underneath mine at the mindless howling that echoes through the house.

William has changed.