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4,439 Chapter 47: In Which Jacob Gasps
A/N: Okay, here it is: it's here. This is the start of it. I'm going to make the statement for everyone so I don't get flamed - it gets graphic from here on out, people. Okay? I'm not gonna say "If you're not 18, don't read - ooh, squicky, squicky" because that's stupid. We start watching R rated movies at 12 and there's no telling what else we've seen on the internet and at school.I am not encouraging teenagers to have sex or anyone to have sex at all. As you will notice, my characters are married. They've made an important, long-term commitment to each other. And they're fictional. As much as I'd like to wish otherwise, they are. All I ask is you be responsible and I trust all of you are smart enough to know you don't do something just because Jake and Nessie did it.
That said . . . here's this chapter! I gave that little disclaimer just to be on the safe side. I'd hate to have a helping hand in someone's bad decisions - I think it's funny too because my fanbase is pretty much split between married mothers and teenage girls like myself. See, we're not so different. :D
Like I said, I'm an unmarried practicing Muslim teenager so I have no idea what I'm talking or writing about first-hand. I'm just guessing and putting my wild imagination to use. If anything unrealistic or impossible (I wouldn't put it past myself), let me know. I really do love this chapter though and had a fun, nerve-wracking time writing it. It's great - and I think you'll all agree - to see Jake finally . . . ahem . . . get his. He earned it.
What you're wanting the most is next chapter, I'm afraid, and you'd probably better be prepared to expect another long-ass A/N for that one too. But I do have a little treat - I couldn't decide between two coming up's so I put the one that occurs first in the story and the other will be PM'd to whoever reviews! Yayness. So - reviewers get an extra preview. It's in bold since I know most of you will skip the A/N when you see how ginormous it is. :S
So go forth, read, and let me know what you think. Be gentle. Or not. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Sorry, for not owning it and for not being more exciting.
In Which Jacob Gasps
i'd like to be the beginning, the end
and then in between
and be your slave, and be your queen- shakira, hey you
Jacob just looked at me for a long moment.
"Do you - do you want to?"
I felt myself pull my bottom lip in between my teeth, and nodded.
Jacob stood up, helping me stand with him and then swept me up into his arms again. I made a sound of surprise and clung to Jacob's neck, but he just chuckled and walked slowly to his room. My stomach was in knots as Jacob kicked his bedroom door shut behind us and sat me down in his bed.
He didn't stand back up, but just stayed on his knees on the side of the bed, between my parted legs and leaned in and kissed me. Slow, hot, patient kisses that made me want to be anything but slow and patient. Jacob's hands ran over my shoulders and along my arms, down my sides and then up again. Around my back, down my legs.
Jacob ran his tongue along my lips and I parted them for him. Our tongues touched as I reached out to touch his lips in return and I made a small sound against his mouth. My hands gripped his shoulders hard, the straps of yet another stupid wife beater in the way of me touching Jacob's beautiful skin like I wanted.
Jacob leaned in, bringing our bodies closer together as he kissed me harder. I slowly ran my hands down Jacob's chest and towards his stomach, gripping his thin undershirt and pulling it up out of his pants and up his chest. Jacob got the hint and pulled away from my lips to snatch the shirt up over his head and throw it somewhere behind mine.
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