Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

Chapter Nineteen: In Which There are Congratulations

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Chapter Nineteen: In Which There are Congratulations

it seems like i can finally rest my head on something real

i like the way that feels

- ashlee simpson, pieces of me

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I opened my eyes after waking up from the best dream I'd ever had to see that the light filtering in through the window was much brighter than it should have been. I closed my eyes against the unwelcome intrusion and stretched lazily, wishing I could drift back off into my dream but knowing I was too far awake now.

My heart leapt when my stretching brought me in contact with warm skin: Jacob's arm. I had had the most wonderful dream. I dreamt Jacob told me that I was his imprint, that he loved me like Sam loved Emily, and then he kissed me – a first even in my dreams. It had all felt so real.

I felt shifting beside me and I tried to push thoughts of my dream away to no avail. Jake was awake. I felt him roll over and a warm finger trace itself along my cheekbone.

"You 'bout ready to get up, Ness?"

That was strange. His voice – it was different; it was exactly like the voice of my dream-Jacob. Like my ears had been cleared and I was only now beginning to hear the full beauty of it, the love running through every letter. Was that an effect of the dream? Had it awoken something in my subconscious?

I felt the heat radiating from Jake's body grow warmer as he moved closer, and then I felt his breath against my ear.

"Good morning, Nessie," he whispered, and then I felt his lips touch my neck.

My eyes flew open.

"Jacob?"

Jake chuckled softly against my neck and kissed again, a little lower down. "No, the other guy in bed with you."

Blood rushed into my heart and my emotions soared.

"Jacob, was that – was last night – real?"

I felt Jacob's fingers reach up and grasp my chin, pulling my head to the side to face him. He was beautiful and our faces were inches apart.

"Yes," he whispered, the hand on my chin slipping back to rub the nape of my neck. "I can barely believe it myself, but yes."

I felt it all over again as it came rushing back, all too clear to have been a dream. My heart was so light I wouldn't have been able to feel it at all if it weren't so full of love. Jacob wasmine. I smiled brilliantly, my lips stretching as far as they would go, my cheeks pushed to their limits, and it still wasn't enough. I needed to sing. I needed to dance. I needed to kiss him.

Jacob grinned lazily back at me, his fingers pressing alternately into the back of my neck, creating a pleasant and soothing rhythm. I rolled quickly onto my side and we were pressed together; one of my hands snaked up to weave through his hair and the other found purchase on his t-shirt.

"Good morning, Jacob," I almost-whispered, not sure why of all the things to say this is what I said.

Jake smiled and asked me, "Did you sleep well?"

"Better than I ever have," I said honestly. "How long have you been up?"

"A few hours," he said. Then, when my mouth gaped a little, "I was watching you sleep."

I blushed at that. Watching me sleep?

"How boring."

"Not really," Jake argued. "It's more entertaining than anything on TV."