Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

Chapter 38: In Which There is a Climax of Sorts

A/N: Okay, here's . . . something I'm really nervous about. Just to inform you, it serves a purpose. I'm really not putting it here just to put it here. But nonetheless, I'm nervous to hear what y'all think. Please don't hesitate to be brutally honest. I'll tell you, the lyrics for this chapter were hella hard to decide on. I changed it about five times before I decided on these. I think they're the best option.

And kudos to whoever figures out why Jake's acting weird before he lets us know.

Disclaimer: Only own the chapter title, which as always, I think is witty. Don't own the lyrics to any Vanessa Carlton songs, but I do owe the girl a lot because she loaned me my story title. Okay, I stole it - let's, let's just get back to Jake and Nessie, okay?

In Which There is a Climax of Sorts

because the only one i come undone for is you

yes, the only one i come undone for is you

oh, the only one i come undone for is you

- vanessa carlton, come undone

I walked into the hotel room that night feeling a little tight-wound. A lot tight-wound, actually. Today was one of the rare days we actually spent in the car, driving for about five hours. I'm not exactly sure how we haven't been everywhere in California yet, but we kept zigzagging, and it was the largest state.

Anyway, being trapped in a car with Jacob for five hours, unable to touch him and kiss him like I wanted was not how I'd rather spend my days. And on top of that, I'd let myself get carried away last night and Jacob had to stop us. I promised myself I wouldn't make him do that anymore.

And then I was so frustrated, I actually started crying again. I made it to the bathroom before Jacob saw, but still, it was ridiculous. Who cried from sexual frustration? Jacob felt so bad about it, apologizing and saying it was his fault for letting us get that far but I couldn't be upset with him. I wanted him to touch me. He wasn't shy to run his hands over my breasts and backside at all now, and his kisses had always been perfect.

And then sometimes I could feel exactly how much he wanted me, and well . . . it just made everything so much harder. No pun intended.

Jacob had been a little weird today too, holding my hand more lightly than usual and avoiding my eyes. He set our bags down and went back out for the cooler of fruit that we replenished day before yesterday without looking at me.

I kicked off my shoes and snatched my hair out of its ponytail. I massaged my scalp. It was tender - I wasn't wearing it up as much anymore since Jake liked it better down. Jake set the cooler down on the table and locked the door. He fished a box of strawberries and two bananas out, sitting the strawberries on the nightstand. He didn't sit down, but went to town on one of the bananas leaning against the wall.

I watched him a little warily.

"You wanna change?" He asked me, avoiding my eyes as he threw the empty peel down and started the other banana.

I took a second to admire how nice he looked, his back pressed flat against the wall, one leg braced behind him before I nodded. I kneeled down to fish my sleeping clothes from my bag, surreptitiously checking the angle of his body from down here. Just as nice.

I shot a look at Jake before I disappeared into the bathroom, but he was still leaning against the wall, not looking at me. I didn't know what was up with him.

I changed slowly, since it wasn't like I had anywhere to be and Jacob wasn't in a chatty mood at the moment. I gathered my jeans, bra, and t-shirt when I was done and made my way back into the room. There was something wrong with the picture and it took me a second to figure out it was because Jake hadn't changed.