Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

In Which There is a Half-Vampire Guide Dog

In Which There is a Half-Vampire Guide Dog

if it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.

- sheryl crow, if it makes you happy

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We drove in mostly silence for awhile, but it wasn't really awkward. Jacob pulled off of an exit before too terribly long and we began searching for a hotel near a wooded area, which seemed to grow increasingly difficult the deeper into California we got. We finally found one, though, before too terribly long that I could tell Jacob thought was a little too rundown, but I honestly could care less. I knew the only reason he really cared was because he wanted me to be comfortable, but I could be comfortable on a bed of nails if he was with me, so it didn't matter to me either way.

We checked in and settled into our room, which was basically more or less the same as all the ones before it. The bed was a little smaller, and I blushed as I realized that I had absolutely no problem with that. I tossed my backpack that I refused to let Jake carry and the black bag into the chair in the corner and collapsed onto the bed. I spread out and stretched all my muscles, easing the tension that had crept in after sitting in a car with Jacob for an hour.

It took much more energy than it should have to keep from kissing him. It was much harder than it should have been to keep my hands off him, too. It was strange, though – the longer I went without touching him, the harder it was to reach out. I had been waiting for this, the moment we were back in the hotel, so I could pull Jacob back to me and kiss him until I was breathless. Now we were here, and I couldn't.

I watched a little nervously from the bed as Jacob locked the hotel room door and kicked off his shoes. I had already lost mine the second I stepped through the door but I reached up to pull off my socks as Jake threw his backpack over by mine and threw himself heavily onto the bed beside me.

My heartbeat sped up as he turned onto his side to face me, smiling contentedly. I mimicked his movements, turning to face him, and I sighed when he reached forward and wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into him. I buried my face in his chest, the wolf insignia on his shirt scratching against my face a little, and thought maybe I wouldn't have to reach out at all. Maybe if I just gave it a little while Jake would kiss me again and save me the agonizing.

It was ridiculous. I knew he wouldn't reject me, or laugh, but I still just couldn't do it. I settled for rubbing my face against his chest and inhaling deeply, letting his scent get my head spinning the way I liked best. It was easier this way, though, when I didn't have to pretend I didn't love Jake the wrong way, the-make-your-head-spin-and-your-stomach-ache way.

"Are you sleepy?" He asked me, the hand at my waist reaching down to rub the small of my back and I had to restrain my hips from reaching forward and pressing into him. "Do you want to take a nap before we go out?"

Go out.

I'm sure Jake would have used the exact same words two days ago, but they suddenly took on a whole different meaning. Jacob and I were going out tonight – on a date.

I reached a hand up to let my fingers dance against the skin right where the neck of Jacob's shirt ended, and I felt his breath on my arm when he looked down at me.

"I'm not sleepy," I told him, but snuggled closer as though I was. "But we can stay here for awhile."

Was it weird that I wished harder than ever for my Mom? My Aunt Alice, Aunt Rose, Grandma Esme? I wasn't very sure on how humans did things, but didn't it seem customary for the girl's mom to help her get ready for her first date? Do her hair and makeup?

I realized with a start that I had nothing to wear. I'm sure Jake didn't care, but I . . . I wanted to dress up for him. I had absolutely no idea how to do my hair or wear makeup, the latter never having occurred until Grandpa Charlie's wedding very recently and the former always being taken care of by Aunt Alice.