Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

In Which There is a Visit From the Proverbial Aunt Rose

In Which There is a Visit From the Proverbial Aunt Rose

but you're just so cool

run your hands through your hair

absentmindedly making me want you

- taylor swift, fearless

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Barring the fact that we were running for our lives from a super-tracking vampire who wanted to kidnap me and run me away to Italy to force me to mate with various species and study the results, the next three weeks were amazing.

I missed my family so much, and though I missed them a little more everyday, it also got a little easier too. Alice was consistently giving us two-day intervals which wasn't exactly best we could hope for, but not the worst either. We still weren't staying anywhere more than one night, since it made Jake nervous, which was fine with me. We zigzagged back and forth across California, eating fast food and staying in crummy hotels that didn't require credit card deposits.

I had gotten used to the appraising look we got every time we ordered a single-bed room and it bothered Jake, but I didn't mind. I know I looked young, but both Jacob and I knew the situation so I didn't really care too much about what other people thought. The few times there was a female running the office desk, I actually enjoyed the jealous looks they shot me when they handed Jake the key-card.

The reason everything was so amazing was because I finally had Jacob, exactly the way I wanted him. The first week after Billy passed he was a little withdrawn, but he slowly got better each day and everything was almost back to normal now. He talked about Billy more now than he ever did when he was alive, telling me stories and things he remembered about back before his mother had died and it wasn't heart-wrenching or tearful, just nostalgic and I took this as a sign that he was getting better.

Despite the fact that I missed my family terribly and my home and my wolf friends, I was happier than I'd ever been. I spent every waking and sleeping minute with Jacob, and never tired of it. He could never kiss me often enough, touch me hard enough, hold me tight enough.

We grew more comfortable with each other and fell back into the easiness from before, but with a huge added bonus. I was happy to see Jacob become so comfortable with me, kissing me without asking for permission and letting his hands touch where they wanted without freaking out and apologizing. Besides that, though, nothing much else really progressed.

My body seemed to constantly want more, but every time my hips would press forward into his or his fingers would stray to the skin just under the hem of my shirt, Jacob would stop. I didn't understand completely and was too shy to ask, but I understood it was hard for him to keep . . . control sometimes. On occasion I toyed with the idea of asking him not to for once, to just let himself feel what he wanted and do what he wanted, but I always chickened out at the last minute. The shiver that ran up my spine when I contemplated his reaction if he agreed terrified me as much as it excited me.

Every day, like clockwork, Alice would call and give us another two days. The conversations never lasted more than ten or fifteen seconds, but the sound of her muffled voice always made my chest ache for awhile after. I knew the reason the amount of time was so short is because the tracker was getting closer, even though they didn't tell us anything for fear of being overheard. I took small comfort in the fact that he wasn't getting much closer, since the time given always hovered at two days.

I wasn't sure if they were tracking him or chasing him or if my family was together or apart. I hoped they were together, or at least with their significant others. I tried to imagine how hard it would be to be doing this with anyone but Jake, to be away from him for more than a month, and couldn't even tolerate the thought. I knew my parents were very similar. My entire family was, really.