Simple Pleasure: Jacob Black Fan Fiction

Stranger

After she changed, she went up to her bedroom. She ran a distracted brush through her hair once more, talking herself down. Her heart was racing, but she knew that this is what she wanted. This is what she wanted to do. . . 


She heard the small knock on her window. She had been planning this for a while, not the full details and dialogue- but this in general. She gave a last tug on the black spagheti-strap tank-top she was wearing, and checked over the matching pants with small white polka-dots. She lit a few small candles on her dresser and went to the window. 


She pulled back the curtains and unlatched the window. Once it was open he leaped in and kissed her lips. 


"Hey, stranger," She smiled. 


"Hey." He said, grinning in return. 


"So, you know how I'm afraid of thunder?" She asked casually, strolling over to her bed. He had walked around her and took a seat on the side, leaning up against the wall. 


"Yeah," He nodded. 


"Well, since you don't have a real fear, do you want to know what I feel like?" 


"Sure." He gave a small smile and squinted his eyes slightly, like he was trying to figure out what was going on. 


"Well, first- my heart starts beating really fast." She said seductively and she crawled on him, straddling his hips. 


"Ah-huh." He nodded his eyes darting around. 


"Then I get shivers down my spine." She said slowly while putting both hands on his chest and latching her pinky onto the zipper of her sweatshirt. 


"Haa-ah." He said and her hand ran over his heart- it was racing. 


"Then- my whole body freezes up." She whispered while she slowly unzipped his sweatshirt. 


"Humm." He breathed not able to make coherent words. 


"So, what do you think?" She asked and he didn't answer, he only stared at her wide-eyed. She leaned in close to the crook of his neck and whispered into his ear. "I want you, Jacob Black." And that seemed to awaken him. 


He lifted her back to a front position and kissed her very passionatly, slightly roughly, and with more lust than ever before. More than she knew he had in him. She slid her tongue in and he didn't fight it. His fingertips lightly traced over down her spine, her lower back, her butt, around her thigh, and then he gripped them and pulled her closer from her straddle on his hips. 


She allowed herself to be flipped over and remained kissing him as he hovered over her, careful not to collapse all his weight on her. She wound her arms around his neck and played with the now more lenghty hair. She ran through the small length of it with her fingers. He moved his lips down to her neck and found the spots that made her moan- she didn't bother to hold it in this time like usual. It was just too hard. 


She felt his smile in the small kisses trailing to her ear. He nipped it playfully a few times before leaning in closer and whispering, "And I want you, Jean Call." She closed her eyes and tilted her head over as he continued. His hands rested on her shoulders, then down her sides and landed on her hips. He slid them over to her pelvis and let his warm fingers graze the exposed skin between the tank-top and her stomach. 


They stopped at the ties of her pajama pants. He looked straight into his eyes for reassurance- this was what she wanted. She saved herself for him, and only him. She hadn't known for seven years that she would come back and fall in love with her oldest friend, but it happened and she was glad the way it worked out. 


Before long the ties were undone and they were around her hips, and her tank-top was wound up to just above her ribcage. She played with the hem of his sweatpants and the double layer to his boxers. And. . .

The rest went on from there.... I shan't go into details like some other writers. Let's keep the series clean shall we? 

It was around seven in the morning on a Saturday. The candles were burnt out, they were only a dollar each anyway. Just for atmosphere. She was wound up in a mass of her blankets, her hair was tangled in the back, she was sweating from the heat radiating off Jacob- yet, she didn't even care. It was over, she did it. 



She looked up and he was awake. He was breathing slowly, staring straight ahead, but not blankly. He had the biggest most childish grin plastered on his face, and his arm was lazily draped around her shoulders. She giggled at his expression and then he jerked his head over to face her, the wide smile still there. 


"Penny for your- thoughts." She laughed. 


"You." He said simply, pulling her back down and kissing her forehead. 


"I'm all that great, huh?" She joked. 


"More than you'll ever know." He breathed and she hid her face and blushed. 


"Yeah, okay." She mumbled, muffled in the sheets. 


"Seriously." 

"You weren't so bad yourself, Wolfie." She said. 


"Not so bad? Nothing else?" 

"Nah." 

"Oh." 

"Jake." 

"Yeah." He said glumly, obviously his ego was bruised. 


"I was only kidding. You were. . . good," 

"Yes?" He prompted. 

"Okay- mind-blowing, incredible, hot- temperate, bed-shaking. . ." 

"That's all I need. Bed-shaking, though?" 

"I read it somewhere." She shrugged. 


"Ah, so you did some research?" 

"Nope." 

"Jean?" He asked softly. 


"Mmm?" She said snuggling back into his chest more. 


"Was I your first?" He asked like he feared the answer. She stiffened only 
slightly. 


"That depends." 


"On what?" He asked suddenly alarmed. 


"Was I your first?" 

"Yeah." 

"Me too." Then she added. "Sorry if I was horrible." 


"You weren't, then again I wouldn't know, but still-" 

"So I could be horrible." She mumbled. 


"You could be," He said. "But I don't think you are." 

She smiled up at him and eventually they faced the fact that they had to get out of bed. Jake snuck out the window once more and back to his own house. She hopped in the shower, styled her hair, and changed. She chose out a loose top and some jean shorts. 

She met the guys and Jake at his house- luckily, no one noticed anything. And . . that's exactly how she wanted it. No big brothers, no best friends, and no werewolf freaky mind-reading. Atleast she hoped not- she still wasnt' clear on the wolf process. . . 

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