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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.

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

12. Chapter Twelve

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We both sit bolt upright, staring towards the front door. My hand is still pressed to Jacob's chest and I can feel that even his usually rapid heart rate is now galloping to match my own.

"So much for sound proofing," he comments, the husky tone lost from his voice.

"Will-" I start to rise from the sofa, eyes fixed upon the door, drawn to and repelled by his howl all at once. It was such a sad sound. Sudden images of a wolf very much like Jacob, chained and alone in the dark start to flash through my mind and my heart jolts painfully in response. Jacob rises after me, taking hold of my wrist firmly and halting my path abruptly.

"You do not want to see that," he tells me sharply, shaking his head causing me to frown.

"He sounded frightened, Jake," I reply and he starts to frown in return. "How would you feel, chained up in there?" His features soften at the sympathy in my voice and his grip loosens a fraction, but he still shakes his head again.

"Ros, he's different," he explains, "He's not like the rest of us. He's not some big fuzzy dog who's partial to having his chin tickled." He almost makes me smile, almost.

"How do you know?" I retort, trying to maintain my annoyance at having him forbid me to leave, "I thought his sort of werewolf was new to you?"

"Please," he scoffs, "Do you not think when I started turning into a giant wolf all the time that I didn't do my research?" I'm not sure what to say to that. He makes a good point. We stare at each other for a moment as I try to think of something clever to say, but nothing comes. Instead, I turn, trying to pull my hand from his grip. I should have known it would be pointless, I don't even move an inch. "You don't need to see," he insists, instead pulling me closer to him, straight into his warm chest. There, he wraps an arm around my waist and holds me to him, tight. Oh I see, he thinks he can distract me with his sculpted, chiselled torso... his broad, hard shoulders… No!

I pull away from the kiss he's leaning down to plant upon me, shaking my head.

"Maybe I do need to see!" I exclaim and Jacob looks slightly taken aback by my indignant squeaking. Maybe he's not used to having women pull away when he's trying to kiss him. Well, who would? Oh right, me. "You've sucked me into this weird, mythical creature world of yours. The agreement was that I should know what I'm dealing with here," I remind him. He releases his grip on me with a growl, waving his hands in the air in frustration and even though I'm now free I find myself grieving the loss of his body heat.

"You're dealing with someone that wouldn't think twice before ripping you into pieces," he tells me bluntly, eyes hard, "And you can't always rely on me always being able to protect you." I match his steely glare before turning away, and even though I know I'm being completely unreasonable and that Jacob only wants to keep me from harm, I still start to walk towards the door again out of pure stubbornness. "Forget it," he snaps, wrapping both arms around my stomach and picking me up off the floor. I kick my legs wildly in response, streaming curse words at him as he carries me away from the door and to his bedroom. Ow, maybe I shouldn't try to hit his arm so hard. I think that hurt me more than it hurt him.

"Put me down Jacob!" I squeal. His arms only wrap tighter.

"I don't care how stubborn you are, Rosalie," he mutters, and I feel slightly satisfied that at least his voice sounds like he's having to exert himself a little in keeping hold of me, "I don't care if I have to sit in the room all night." He places me down gently by the foot of his bed, kicks the door shut with his foot and glowers. "I'm keeping you safe." I huff loudly, letting myself flop onto the bed too hard, not saying anything more. I know when I've lost. It doesn't mean I have to accept it gracefully, though. I can see him looking at me from the corner of my eye but I completely avoid his gaze, staring down at his duvet and picking off pieces of fluff silently, sullenly. A very loud, very exasperated sigh comes from his direction and he stomps out of the room, only to return a moment later holding my bandages. He closes the door behind him again then sits next to me. I childishly shift myself away. A few moments pass in silence and my own curiosity gets the better of me, making me look up at his face nervously. He's smiling!

"What's so funny?" I hiss irately. He casts me a long, sideways glance, still smiling, then shakes his head.

"Just thinking about someone. Never figured I'd turn out like him… suddenly makes a lot more sense." He chuckles and in my own confusion I forget to be annoyed, letting him take my bad arm and start to wrap me back up again gently. When he's finished he places my hand back on the bed, humour forgotten. He still looks vaguely annoyed, his eyes burning. "Get some sleep," he tells me firmly, getting up and then leaning back against the wall instead, arms folded across his bare chest. I sigh as I pull back the covers and then fold myself into them, shuffling out of my jeans once I'm under. Jacob gives the smallest of smiles before switching off the light. The moonlight shining through the window in slits of light barely highlights his form, glinting silver against his flawless skin. He looks perfect, standing there silent and solid as a statue. Our eyes meet briefly in the darkness, his completely black in the dimness of the room. I pull my gaze away and instead I daydream, wondering why on earth I had to be so obstinate and turn what should have been a simple matter of common sense into a childish squabble. I feel my own eyes start to water. I know he can't see, but I still turn over to hide the tears that threaten, squeezing my eyes shut, determined to keep them firmly in my ducts where they belong. Why did I have to ruin it?

Another bloodcurdling howl, more vicious than the first, jolts me awake with a gasp, sitting me upright as my eyes search the darkened room for the source of the sound. It takes a few panting breaths to get past those first few moments after waking where your world only consists of your immediate senses, to remember where I am and what the sound is. I can't say that remembering is particularly comforting.

"Jake?" I whisper, my voice shaking. It's cold now and being half out of the covers isn't helping the jittering that is shaking my hand, too.

"I'm here," comes a soft reply from my right. It's only once he moves that I can vaguely make him out but when he sits I feel the bed sag a little under his weight, hear the covers rustling as they're disturbed.

"Lie with me, please?" I ask, all pride forgotten as I long for his body heat, for the comfort of his arms. How could I have wanted to go out there, to open myself up to even more inspiration for future nightmares? I think one eye-opener of this magnitude is enough for one day. One lifetime. Jacob doesn't say a word, he just slips into bed next to me and pulls me back down into a lying position, facing him, arm draped over my waist. Instant, all-consuming warmth and Jacob's wonderful scent envelopes me as he holds me close, tight. "I'm sorry," I whisper to him as his nose touches mine gently. He doesn't reply, he just presses his soft lips to mine in a chaste kiss.

"Forgiven," he replies simply, the hand that was on my waist reaching up, trailing his hand along my jaw instead. He caresses softly with the backs of his fingers, then his fingertips, the most indulgent of touches and I capture his lips again with my own, feeling almost as though my chest is aching from the depth of longing this beautiful man inspires within me. Maybe it's a wolf thing… being so hypnotic. Maybe it's just a Jacob thing. I knot my bare legs around his own as I relinquish his lips, settling my head against his chest for the night and relishing the contended sigh that falls from Jacob as his chin rests against the top of my head. A safe, comforting sleep soon takes me.