Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

In Which There is Mention of The Peaceable Agreement of 2010

In Which There is Mention of The Peaceable Agreement of 2010

i lost my fake i.d., but you lost the motel key

spare me your freakin' dirty looks, now don't blame me

- katy perry, waking up in vegas

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Jacob's eyes darkened even more and he studied my face intently.

"Are you sure?" He asked finally.

I nodded frantically, sliding my hands down to Jacob's neck and pulling him in for another kiss. "Yes, Jacob, I'm sure."

Jacob leaned in and kissed me again, passionately but without as much urgency, and his hot fingers caressed my back gently.

"You – you'll have to help me," he muttered against my lips, and I felt his face grow even hotter. "I don't know how."

I smiled a little against his lips then, despite my nervousness and excitement. Oh, my Jacob. Werewolf, Alpha, strongest man I know, foiled by a sixteen-year-old's bra. His hesitancy decreased mine and I felt my confidence grow, my love and trust for Jacob swell inside me until it was ready to burst out.

"Give me your other hand," I whispered, not exactly sure why I was, running my lips along Jake's jaw as I waited for his compliance.

Jacob's hand withdrew slowly from under my head and he lowered it to mine, his large fingers raising goosebumps on my skin. I took his hand in mine and laid back, arching my back off the bed as high as it would go and leading his hand up next to his other one.

Lying on Jacob's forearms should have been uncomfortable, as large and hard as they were, but it wasn't. He didn't move his hands, waiting for instruction. I could have already had the bra off myself a five times over, but I really wanted Jake to do this.

"Do you feel the hook?" I asked quietly, and I felt his fingers shift, brushing against me. He nodded. "Hold it from either side and push them together."

I arched my back up a little further, pressing me even more into Jacob's chest as he attempted to obey me. He bit his lip in concentration as I felt his fingers fumble with the small clasp, and I heard his heart rate accelerate. I leaned up and kissed his throat softly in an attempt to put him at ease, but his pulse only thrummed faster.

Jacob brought either side of the waistband together, pushing, and I felt the clasp give. He gave me a questioning look that was too adorable for words.

"Now let go."

He did, and the elastic in the waistband constricted back to its original length, leaving my back bare. Jacob's hand swooped up, caressing the skin there, his movements bringing my t-shirt up more. The front rose a few more inches and my bare stomach came into contact with Jacob's, earning a hiss from both of us.

The sensation of skin-on-skin was amazing, and the heat from Jacob's body only added to the not-so-slow burning fire in the pit of my stomach. Jacob leaned in for a kiss, but I placed a small palm to his chest, stopping him.

He looked bewildered, so I whispered, "Wait. Sit back for a second."

He seemed to understand then, withdrawing his arms from under me and raising himself up onto his forearms, giving me more space. Jacob watched me with interested black eyes as I cautiously performed the trick Aunt Alice taught me last year, pulling the straps of my bra out of my sleeves and maneuvering my arms through them. When I was done, I carefully reached one arm up the front of my shirt and pulled my bra off, flinging it somewhere above me on the bed.