A Jacob Black Love Story

Waking Up

The first thing I do when I wake up is remember what happened on my birthday in my bedroom. My eyes closed, I realize that the burning in my neck is long gone. I also realize that I must be in Jacob's room, on his bed.
"Kitten?" a voice says, sounding really sad. Jacob. "Are you asleep?"
I open my eyes to see complete darkness. Even though I can't really see Jacob, I sure can feel him. He's everywhere. His warm body is completely wrapped around mine. I lie against his chest with his arms around my waist, and his legs are tangled in my legs.
"Puppy?" My voice cracks, but it still sounds soft. I brush my fingertips over his cheek and I feel wetness. I gasp. "Are you crying?"
Instead of replying, he just pulls me tighter against him. After a long moment of silence, I go back to my dreamland.
Ten minutes later, I'm brought back to reality by the sound of Jacob's voice. "I'm so sorry, Kitten. I don't know why I did it. I just. . . I. . ." His voice cracks, and he buries his face in my hair, his body gently shaking with sobs. My heart breaks.
I run a hand through his hair soothingly, and my other hand reaches to wipe away his tears. "Don't cry, Jacob," I whisper.
He holds me tighter, but his body still shakes. At some point, we both doze off, and I wake up before him, blinded by the sun. I attempt to unwrap my body from his, but it's impossible. Reaching around, I grab a pillow, shoving it in the little space between our bodies. He stirs, but doesn't wake up. I sigh in relief.
Somehow and someway, I manage to wrap both of his arms around the pillow. Moments later, Jacob grins in his sleep, squeezing the pillow to him. I smile. He's so adorable. Taking out my phone, I snap a picture of him. I'm definitely posting this on Instagram.
Leaving the bed, I tiptoe to the bathroom, stumbling a bit. I close the door, too lazy to lock it, and just as I'm about to pull down my pants to take a tinkle, the door bursts open. The door, now with a huge whole in it, reveals a very worried, very bed headed, and very tired Jacob. I giggle.
His eyes meet mine and he rushes to me, nearly taking my breath away when he crashes me into a big hug. Holding me out at arm's length, he asks, "Are you okay?"
I nod. "Yeah, I was about to go pee."
He blinks. "Okie dokie."
He lets me go, reluctantly, waiting for me to pull my pants down.
I give him a questioning look. "You're not going to give me some privacy?"
He shakes his head. "I meant what I said. I'm never leaving your side even when you go to the bathroom."
I glare at him. "You've got to be kidding me!"
He narrows his eyes. "I'm not."
I groan. "I don't have to pee anymore," I mutter. I turn to leave, freezing when I catch a glance of my neck in the mirror. My eyes widen and I rush to the counter.
The wound he gave me yesterday is silver and it's the shape of his mouth. The weird is that it's already. . . healed?
"Puppy?"
"Yes, Kitten?" Jacob sounds so happy, so hopeful because I used his nickname.
"What's this?"
He looks at where I point to the mark, and he goes white.
"Well, it's kind of a long story."
Turning from the mirror, I face my him, my arms crossed. "I have time."
"I, uh. . . marked you. . ."
"Marked me?!"
"Did I say mark? I meant bit. It's how we mark our territory-um, I meant mate."
I smirk. I've never seen him so nervous before. "Territory, huh?"
His eyes widen. "I didn't mean it like that!"
I narrow my eyes at him. "Whatever. I just want to know how I can get rid of it."
His nervous gaze snaps to mine in a heated glare. With inhuman speed, he picks me up and roughly places me on the counter.
"You're never getting rid of it," he growls, trying to contain his anger. "That means that you're mine."
He leans down, towards the mark, and I flinch. Is he going to hurt me again? He looks up at me with a look of hurt before leaning back down. Closing my eyes tightly, I wait for the pain soon to come.
When Jacob places a gentle kiss on the mark, I let out a small moan, and his hands grasp the counter tightly at the sound. His arm snakes around me, pulling me closer to him, while his other one gently tilts my head to the side. He immediately starts placing kisses all over my neck and jaw. When he brings his precious assault back to the sensitive spot on my neck, I moan loudly, wrapping my legs around his waist, and my hands go to tug his hair.
"Don't do that unless you're ready to lose your virginity," he growls.
I grin. "Then don't do that unless you want me to give you an ere-"
He growls before I can finish my sentence and he picks me in his arms, walking out of the bathroom. I whimper into his chest when we hear the counter collapse, and he curses.
"Billy's going to kill me!"
I frown. "No, he won't, right?"
He laughs. "Right. So what do you want for breakfast?"
I giggle. "I want cake!"