Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

In Which There are Bases Reached That Have Nothing to do With Baseball

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In Which There are Bases Reached That Have Nothing to do With Baseball

you make me so hot, you make me wanna drop

you're so ridiculous, i can barely stop

i can hardly breathe, you make me wanna scream

- avril lavigne, hot

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Jacob's body tensed against me at my words, his grip on both my hair and my waist tightening. His skin slid slowly against mine as he pulled back to look at me. He was so close that I almost went cross-eyed trying to look him in the eye. He shifted an inch and our noses touched, and it would have been so easy to just reach forward and connect our lips, but I was already stretched to my limit.

"I – I need to kiss you," he whispered and the way he said the word need literally made my knees melt and Jake had to hold me even tighter than before to keep me at the level with him.

"What you need to do," I managed breathlessly, my heart thrumming rhythmically in my chest. "Is stop asking and do it already."

Jacob closed his eyes as a wave of something that looked like relief washed over him and in the next instant he had captured my lips in a fierce kiss. I had only kissed Jacob a handful of times, all of those times occurring in the last twenty-four hours, so it shouldn't have been a shock that this was like none of our kisses before, but it was. His lips battled with mine as though we were fighting it out for dominance, but that wasn't it. I didn't want to lead, didn't know what I was doing, but I couldn't just sit there passively while he kissed me like this. I had to react. I had to.

My arms reached up to wrap around Jacob's shoulders, pulling him closer. Jacob let the hand that was in my hair slide down the side of my body until it was parallel with his other hand on my waist. I let out a shocked gasp when he lifted me bodily until my feet were at least a foot off the ground, then pressed me back against the car, holding me up with his body only. He could stand now, just dipping his head down to kiss me instead of his knees and lust pooled in my stomach and I wasn't sure what I would be doing if I didn't know in the recesses of my mind that I was still in a semi-public place.

Jacob's tongue began to dance along my lips and I let my instincts guide me, parting my lips for him. I made an embarrassing sound into his mouth as his tongue tentatively reached out and touched mine and Jacob's hand slid up a little higher on my waist. I pressed back harder into his lips and let my tongue stretch forward a little too, my head too fuzzy with desire to process any thought besides more.

I could feel Jacob's breath coming out hard and fast in hot bursts against my face and I could feel his lips tangled amazingly with mine. I could feel his body, hard and solid against me, supporting me, holding me up. His body was so hot, hotter than usual, his skin leaving searing trails on mine and I couldn't bring myself to mind. I kind of hoped they'd leave some kind of mark, something I could see that marked me as his and him as mine.

I loved watching Jacob pull his hair back, but there was nothing I wanted more in this world at that moment than to have it free and unconstrained for my fingers to run through. I slid my hands up his shoulders and around to the back of his neck, until I found the base of his ponytail. I felt the rough ridges of the hair tie under my fingers and I grasped and pulled. Apparently I had some luck that no one knew existed because it pulled smoothly out without so much as a snag. Then Jacob's hair was falling forward into my face, brushing my cheeks and driving me insane.