Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

In Which There is a Concession

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In Which There is a Concession

i love the temperature and smell of your body

the shape of your lips and the size of your nose

i love that everything you say is so funny

plus, you're the best kisser that i've ever known

- shakira, something

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I flipped over onto my stomach, buried my face into Jake's neck and inhaled deeply, the smell of forests and autumn and maple syrup and something slightly animalistic that lingered on the edges overwhelming me. I kissed the junction between his neck and shoulder gently and felt him tense under me, but he didn't stop me.

"You smell really good too," I told him quietly, knowing he would hear. "Sometimes I can't even hug you without getting lightheaded. I love to cook for you and clean your room and wash your clothes and I don't know why, but it makes me feel good. I think one of the major reasons I go barefoot most of the time is because you do and I grew up wanting to be exactly like you."

I kissed the side of his neck gently and Jacob tensed under me again. I felt the fingers that had previously been resting against my waist curl into a fist at the small of my back.

"I have absolutely no idea why you think I'm smarter than you, since you teach me new things everyday, but I obviously trust your decisions. If you told me to jump from a plane without a parachute and promised I'd be okay, I'd do it, no questions asked. I don't let Emmett kill baby bears because it's wrong but also because if you look too quickly, bears look a lot like wolves and I wouldn't be able to stand that."

I reached up a little further, my fingers twisting in Jacob's t-shirt, and kissed the underside of his jaw. He inhaled sharply.

"I perk up every time someone mentions wolves because it reminds me of you and you're my favorite subject. I love you as hard as I can, and sometimes it feels like my heart just might explode from it, but it will never be as much as you deserve. I forgive you every time you make me cry, because most of the time it wasn't even you anyway, just me overreacting over something stupid."

I didn't know where my eloquence was coming from, and I wasn't going to question it. I had relied for too long on using my gift, I wasn't used to verbally expressing to people how I felt. But this was so natural, simple truths, easy as breathing. Like loving Jake.

I stretched up as far as I could and pressed a kiss to the very corner of Jacob's mouth, his lips taunting me from mere millimeters away.

"And if I'm anywhere near perfect it's because for the entire seven years of my life I've been copying you."

Jacob's arm tightened around my waist and before I knew it, he had pulled me half on top of him. My right leg fell into the space between his and my hands gripped his shoulders to steady myself. Our faces were only inches apart and Jacob lifted his head further, until his nose slid past mine, until our lips were millimeters from touching.

"Can I kiss you, Nessie?"

I wanted to. Oh, God, more than anything else in the world I wanted to. But I had to do something else first.

"Why do you always ask, Jacob?"

"Because I have to be sure," he panted, his eyes darkening a little but still warm. "I have to be sure you want it too because if I ever made you push me away it would hurt too much."

"Take this as perpetual permission," I granted, my eyes feeling a little wet at his honesty. "You can kiss me whenever you want. In public, in private, while I'm asleep or awake, it doesn't matter. Just find me. Just find me, Jacob, and I'll kiss you breathless."