Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

In Which Jake is Not Aging

A/N: Okay y'all, we are now reaching the point of my writing that I finished before I left for Libya. Half of this chapter was written here and half there, followed by the rest of HoM up to about half of chapter 59 (which, as of now, is nameless). I'm just telling you, well, because I felt like it and because I thought it would be fun to see if anyone noticed any differences. I didn't, but I wrote it. ;)

Also, QB!(: asked how I come up with the lyrics that go at the beginning of the chapter. I have a document in the 'Hands on Me' folder of my computer that's 'Hands on Me Notes' that has the title, the summary, followed by each chapter in order with its number, name and quote. Then, under it, is a list of possible quotes I think will be useful, but most of the time I end up choosing something completely different anyway! It's just after the chapter's all finished and the name's picked out, I pick some lyrics that suit. It's harder than you'd think.

And - and, and, and, and (I know I do that a lot) - list of chapters up to chapter 40 for whoever guesses what Nessie's wonderful/stupid idea is. I'd offer more, but it'd give too much away.

And don't forget to vote!

Disclaimer: Only thing I own about this chapter is my half-assed hair-growth theory. To be honest, I just needed an excuse, but it worked out fine. ;)

In Which Jake is Not Aging

i say too much, i don't know when to leave

in case you're looking, that's my heart there on my sleeve

- saving jane, imperfection

I pushed myself up onto my knees and kissed Jacob's surprised lips. They were unresponsive for the briefest of seconds before he mmm'd into my mouth and began to kiss me back in earnest. I would never get tired of this: Jacob's lips, warm and firm against mine, his body, hot and strong and hard, holding me close.

For a second, I thought about my mom and the decision she had been faced with. I loved my Dad, so, so much but I don't see how there would have ever been a choice. Don't get me wrong, I glad she made the decision she did. I shuddered at the fact of Jacob being my . . . father.

Then Jacob's hand slid higher on my waist and his tongue ran along my lips and there was not a fatherly thought in my head. I threw my leg over his hips and pulled myself back into his lap like before. Jacob hands moved to my hips as though he were going to stop me but I whispered "it's okay" against his lips and he relented, returning one hand to my side and the other to my hair.

I rolled my hips experimentally against Jacob's, my desire increasing but finding a small amount of relief at the same time. One of Jacob's hands found its way to my breast and massaged me gently, making me arch into him and roll my hips again. Jacob moaned into my mouth and I felt him . . . stir beneath me.

Jake ran his thumb across me then, teasing me through the shirt and that combined with his hips beneath mine brought my desire to a whole new level. I kissed him harder and ran my nails down his chest, catching his nipples intentionally. I pressed my hips into his at the same time, squeezing my thighs tightly together to hold him against me. I wanted to take him higher too.

He hardened against me even more, until I could feel him almost . . . rising, pressing into me.

Jacob tore his lips from mine breathlessly and his hands left my hair and breast simultaneously, sliding down to hold my hips. I think his original intention was to pull me away, but I pressed myself harder against him and his hands pulled me roughly into him instead, his hips moving up to meet mine.

"Nessie, I - can't - we have to stop," he gasped, but even as he said it, he pressed forward into me again.

"Does it feel good, Jacob?" I asked, running my other hand along the slightly pink place on his neck where I had bitten him earlier.