Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

Chapter 35: In Which There are Pomegranates

A/N: Okay y'all, first things first: apparently my last A/N caused quite a mess. I thought I was really clear, but apparently I was wrong which happens alot if you can believe it. So, here it is: I am not abandoning HoM. I was just saying that today's chapter might be a day late, which it isn't, and that I was offering chapter titles in lieu of a coming up because I didn't do one.

I'm so sorry to everyone who thought I was quitting or that I was offering to send people chapters. I really, really didn't meant to confuse anyone. But now I'm back and everything is back on schedule so it's all good.

Now, about the chapter: I really, really love this one. It was very awesome one to write and is still on of my favorites. So, read, review and tell what you think of Jacob's favorite part. And Nessie's too, of course. ;)

Disclaimer: Not mine.

In Which There are Pomegranates and New Parts

i want to lock you up in my closet when no one's around

i wanna put your hand in my pocket because you're allowed

i wanna drive you into the corner and kiss you without a sound

i wanna stay this way forever

- avril lavigne, hot

I was ready to jump Jacob the second we walked into the hotel room, but it didn't work like that. See, first we had to find a hotel - preferably one near a wooded area, and that took awhile. It also had to be just the right amount of rundown. Too rundown and Jacob wouldn't consider it, too normal and they wouldn't accept tenants without ID and credit card deposit. That took awhile too, as it generally did.

Then we had to check in, which always took around ten minutes no matter where we were, it seemed. Then we had to park, find our room, unload our stuff. It was too much time. It gave us too much time to cool down, for the tension to ease off. Enough time had passed that we had missed the grab-you-as-soon-as-the-door-slams-shut stage but not until we had receded back into the comfortable just-sit-together-and-see-what-happens stage either.

So I was stuck.

It was ridiculous. I wanted to kiss him and I knew he wanted to kiss me, but I just couldn't. It was just the right amount of awkward to make me unable to reach out. Even after we had talked about it, even after we had gotten so much out of the way, I couldn't do it.

Jacob, it seemed, couldn't either.

So we kind of just stood there amongst our bags and huge cooler of fruit for a few long moments. I decided a little time apart would help us recede back into the comfortable stage, so I leant down and began to rummage through my bag for Jacob's wolf shirt. He smiled a little when I straightened back up and he saw what was in my hand.

"I'm gonna change," I told him, a little obviously, and made my way to the bathroom.

I took my time, hoping the air would feel more normal the longer I waited, but soon I was out of things to do. I dragged it out, washing my face and picking at my ponytail, tucking a few shorter, stray curls behind my ear and then I could put it off no longer.

I'm not sure why I cringed when the door creaked loudly, but I did. Jacob had already stacked our bags neatly in a corner and changed into sweatpants but was still wearing that stupid tank top that I loved and hated in equal parts. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed with a pomegranate in his hand, studying it like he would learn something if he stared long enough.

"What're you doing?" I asked, almost laughing a little. Relief flooded through me as I realized most of the tension was gone.

Jacob's head snapped up and his cheeks went a little pink. "I'm trying to figure out how this thing works."