Simple Pleasure: Jacob Black Fan Fiction

Shoot!

JEAN'S POV 

Jean woke up around eight o'clock that morning. A good time, she thought. She got out of bed, made it up again, and went over to her dresser. She pulled open a few drawers, and finally decided on a pair of shorts; They were plain blue with designs on the back pockets, they fit perfectly. She paired it with a gorgeous tank top. She pulled her dark brown hair into a high pony-tail and slipped on some flats. 


She walked over to Jacob's since she didn't have a car, she was lucky it was so close. The car she used to drive to Jacob's had only been a cheap airport rental car. She saw the movement in the kitchen- where else? And she walked through the door. Sure enough they were attempting to make pancakes. Jacob was standing against the wall, fanning smoke away from his face, and laughing. 


JACOB'S POV 

The pack had slept over his house again, and they got up around seven due to Paul's hunger issues. They agreed to try to make breakfast, since they had to wait for Jean. They were now experimenting with flour, eggs, and butter making god only knows what. They poured them in the pan and not even a second later black smoke was streaming off them and they were burnt to a crisp. 


He stood over against the wall by the stairs, fanning the black smoke away from his face and laughing loudly at the guys he called his friends. It was nice to have it back to normal- no Bella, no bloodsuckers- now he had Jean back as well. And as hard as that could get, or as Quil put it- Imprinting Blues- he loved her. And speaking of the girl, she walked into the kitchen just then. 


She looked around at the scene and her harmonious laughter joined his. She stepped over to him and stood beside him. He stopped laughing after a minute and looked down at her. She grinned up at him. 

"As a host, aren't you supposed to coo-" But she was cut off. . . 

By his lips. He couldn't resist any longer. The gleaming smile, and her outfit- again, where did she get a body like that? In New York? Her jean shorts and tank curved around her nicely and her red lips were taunting him with the words he couldn't hear coming out of her mouth. 


It was the best kiss he'd ever had. No girl could compare to this, not Bella, not any past girlfriend, not anybody. It was like he was complete, a surge of love and happiness and triumph flowed through his veins. Nothing could top this. 


JEAN'S POV 

"As a host, aren't you supposed to coo-" But she never finished her thought, she felt his lips pressed against her and nothing else registered. The smoke filling around their faces, the horrific smell, the stock-still four boys staring at them while they kissed in his kitchen. 
Nothing else mattered. It was amazing, like the time they saw eachother- everything stopped. 


She felt happy, joyful, absoloutly and totally in love. But- shoot- love? This is a kiss, a first kiss, after seven years, even though this couldn't possibly be a mistake on his part that still didn't change the difference the dictionary had between like and love. This could either be good or bad and she wasn't sure what to feel. She suddenly felt confused as well. 


They finally broke apart, from what seemed like hours, possibly days. She turned to the boys gaping at them while they kissed. She smiled sheepishly and self consciously put her hands in her back jean pockets, rocking back and forth on her heels. 


"Well...that's some greeting." She said finally and everyone laughed. . . except Embry. 


"I guess you couldn't have waited atleast a day more. Well, go on and tell her." He said shooing him out with the towel in his hand. 


"You mean you're going to tell me the 'big secret'?!" She asked, her eyes widening, her rocking stopping. 


"We have to now, you're probably pretty confused." He shrugged and sighed. 


"Let's go," Jacob said nodding his head to the front door. She'd follow anywhere he went. So she did. She opened the door and slid out on the porch and waited. He walked beside her and lead her into the woods just outside his house. 


"Before we get into this, I want to say, if you don't want to see me or any of the guys again- we'll understand. If you go back to New York, it'll be fine." He sighed at the end though, that definitly wouldn't be okay. 


"Tell me." She requested, quite worried now. 


He leaned against a tree and she stood in front of him, waiting and staring expectantly. She smiled with her lips only, encouraging him to go on. He sighed again and wiped his eyes with his huge hands. 


"I'm just- trying to figure out how best to do this." 
"Are you better at talking or showing?" 
"Good idea, I'll show you first." He muttered mostly to himself. He looked down at himself, and she cocked her head to the side. "Erm- Jean?" 


"Yeah, Jake?" She asked. 


"Well, to show you- you'd have to turn around first." 


"Well, okay." She turned around, but she turned back afterwards. "But- why would I- what the hell are you doing?!" She spun around once more. His shirt was off and on a heap in the ground and he was about to unbutton his pants. 


"You'll see, just bear with me. . . please?" He made it a question last minute. 


"Okay, but if the big secret is that you're male strippers or something, then please- let me sleep at night." He laughed. But it stopped abruptly and she felt the silence. She heard the leaves crunch behind her and then she felt something wet and cold poke her hand. 


Where Jacob had once stood, was a dog. No, a very big dog. No, that's not it either. A wolf. He had a deep russet color to him, just like Jacob's skin. She knelt down and looked into his eyes. They were exactly the same dark, dark brown color. All the lengends, the stories, they were all true. Every bit of it. 


"Jacob?" She whispered after a minute. The wolf bobbed his head up and down a few times. "The legends. . . they're true?" He did his own way of nodding again. "Wow," She breathed and sank further to the ground. The wolf, her best friend, bobbed his head over to the side of the forest and he turned around back to his clothes. "Right, turn around," She mumbled. 


A few short seconds later, she heard the leaves crunch again and she heard the movement of a person and clothing. After a minute he put his hand on her shoulder and stood, looking pretty solemn. 


"So, that's the secret." He said. "But there's alot more I need to tell you." 

"Shoot." She said and she plopped down on a log, he sat beside her- but at a distance. 

This will be a long chat. . .