Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

Chapter 36: In Which There is Groping and Engaging

A/N: Hey, hey, hey everybody! I think people are going to like this chapter - or really hate it, but I do think their will be very opinionated responses. I love it, think its great but that's just me. A lot of ground in covered in this chapter, which I'm sure you've all been waiting for.

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Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to everyone who voted for me in the awards and also to GinaN.B and yay4shanghi for recc'ing me in their A/N's. They're both amazing authors, so go check out their work if you haven't already.

In Which There is Both Groping and Engaging. Oh, and Waiting.

love just is, whatever it may be

love just is, for you and me

nothing less and nothing more

i don't know what i love you for

- hilary duff, love just is

I pulled back from Jacob's mouth a little breathlessly.

I took a second to wrap my mind around it. As always, I was never sure why, but I liked it. A lot.

"Really?"

Jake's eyes looked a little ashamed as he looked back at me.

"Y-yeah," he said quietly. "Is that . . . okay?"

"Of course it is, Jake," I said, leaning in to kiss him. I felt most of the tension drain from his body. "But I never would have guessed . . . I mean, you've never even touched me there."

"I know," he mumbled, turning even pinker. I didn't think it could possibly be this endearing for him when I blushed. "That was kind of intentional."

Several things made sense at once.

Why Jake was always red-faced after I swung into the backseat to grab something, for instance. Or why he always got so stuttery when I crawled across his lap to put something on the nightstand.

I knew Jake looked at me, thought about me like that, but never in that context. That kind of detail, focused on a particular body part. It filled me with a strange rush of power. I thought for a second about Jake, how my eyes followed him wherever he went, how my gaze was always raking over his body.

I thought about Jacob that day in the shower, the outline of his body and later when he came out with the towel wrapped tight around him. I leaned in until my lips just brushed his ear. I could feel my face heating up already and I hadn't even spoken yet.

"It's okay, Jake," I forced myself to whisper. "I like yours too."

Jacob let out a half-nervous, half-relieved exhale that was almost a laugh.

"That's good to know," he chuckled as I moved my hands from over his to his face, pulling him in for a kiss. Almost as soon as our lips came into contact, Jacob's hands slid up, until they were away from where we both knew he wanted them to be and resting just above my hips. I pulled back.

"Any particular reason why you did that?" I tried to ask as casually as I could manage. I wanted to be kissing him again, and I was a little frustrated that things kept distracting me from that.

"I just don't want you to think I'm . . . perverted or anything," he finally confessed. "I don't want - "

"Jacob, you're not perverted," I burst out, cutting him off. "You just - I can't believe you - "