Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

Chapter 56: In Which There Are No Words

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A/N: So here's this. I think my blood/human-theory is plausible but maybe y'all won't agree. There's a little flashback - I don't like doing those so I hope this turned out. :) That's about it for the chapter - I think it mostly speaks for itself.

Also, if you haven't, please go vote for The Sweetest Girl over at the SOB page! Here's the link: /~sortofbeautifulchallenge

Oh, and a private reviewer asked a few chapters back if I'd ever write a J/B story. I'm so, so flattered that you enjoy my work and my writing, and I adore having you as a reader - but I would never write a J/N fic. I think Jake and Nessie are soul mates, and I never have forgiven Bella for yanking Jake around like that. She doesn't deserve him - bring on the flames, but that's how I feel. So I'm sorry, but no, I'm a J/N girl - I hope I didn't offend. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own it - sorry. I'm watching makeup tutorials on E! and laughing. It's ridiculous - makup is not science, nor is it so important to warrant people to study it!

In Which There are No Words

and i wish that i could make you see
this is where you ought to be
come down to me

- saving jane, come down to me

The next morning, everything was done in slow motion.

My eyes fluttered open to find Jacob's dark ones watching me. We were back in our room – I had a vague recollection of Jacob carrying me here last night. I must have fallen asleep in the forest. I'd wanted to . . . be with Jacob again last night, under the stars, but he'd refused because we hadn't had protection.

But I saw in his eyes that it wasn't the real reason.

He wanted the time before in the bed to be our last time. Jacob had already said goodbye to me.

He kissed my forehead gently as soon as my eyes opened and we just laid together for a few moments.

"We have to get up now," he said finally.

That's what I'd been dreading.

I nodded, but made no movement towards getting up until Jacob pulled the covers gently from our bodies and started shifting. Jacob led me wordlessly to the bathroom, stripped me of his shirt and himself of his shorts and set me into the shower.

He washed my body with a soft attentiveness, but left my hair alone. Jacob let me reciprocate the favor until I tried to touch him, at which he grasped my wrist softly and rinsed himself and then me off. I tried to hold back the stinging tears at that small rejection.

Jacob toweled me off and carried me back to the bedroom, not speaking a word the entire time. He hadn't spoken since the bedroom.

Jacob dressed me himself, ignoring my attempts and half-voiced protests that I could do it myself. I wanted to be taken care of this last time, so I relented. Jacob kneeled down so I could step into my panties and pulled them up my legs. He held out my bra for me to slide my arms through and then attached it for me in the back, even reaching inside the cup of the bra to adjust my breasts like he'd seen me do before the past week.

Jacob grabbed some loose grey cotton pants off the top of the suitcase and raised his eyebrow in question so I nodded to tell him they were fine. He didn't say a word. He guided me into them, buttoning and zipping them for me and then surprised me by pulling me back to his dresser. He dug for a minute until he pulled out what was obviously one of his old shirts.