Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

Chapter 39: In Which Nessie Cannot Be Drawn

A/N: Okay, y'all, here's this. It's a time-spacing chapter, which as I'm sure y'all know, I'm really not good at. I like to start with one "scene" in a chapter and end with it, but I can occasionally spit out a good time-spacing one. It's the aftermath of what happened in the last chapter and then how it goes to affect their relationship. You'll see Jake and Nessie settle into a kind of life, really and the Volturi-danger-getting-complacent thing is addressed here. This was written ages ago so I guess I just didn't feel the separation as much as y'all did. ;)

On another note, Hands on Me came in second for Best Romance at The Sparkle Awards! I hope you all know exactly how crazy that is, especially since the story it lost to (Stop, Drop and Roll) has almost 13,000 reviews! Thirteen thousand! It's an honor to even be nominated, but especially to come in second. And the lovely GinaN.B. is the winner of two - count 'em, two - Sparkle Awards! So go check out her stories because now they're certified freakin' awesome.

Also, Hands on Me is reaching about a thousand hits per day on update day and I think that's also insane in the best possible way. I remember when I hit two hundred for the week and I was bouncing in my chair. Not to mention HoM has cleared 800 reviews - what?

Yeah, so there's definitely that. Oh, and if y'all get a minute, I've got a new J/N one-shot called Animals, based off the Nickelback song of the same name, that you should really check out. I'm kind of loving it right now, even though it was written in about an hour.

Y'all are the best.

Disclaimer: I don't own the lyrics by Jewel or the character by SM or the bubble gum by whoever invented that or the grapefruit nor the juice we make from it. You can thank God for that one. Oh, I also do not own California either. Thank God for making that one too.

In Which Nessie Cannot Be Drawn

the point of it all, is that if i should fall

it's still your name i call

- jewel, good day

I can't even describe what happened to me then.

My entire body seized up, my back arching high off the bed, twice as hard as before. Pleasure coursed through me in hot waves, all centered in the place where Jacob's fingers were still pressing insistently into me.

I might have said words or made noises, I don't know. My body might have caught on fire for as much attention I was paying to anything besides the pleasure rushing through me right then. Actually, my body was on fire. It was like I was riding a massive tidal wave, racing back towards shore.

How did I not know all along? How could I have not known? This was what I'd been working towards the entire time, this was what I needed.

It felt like every part of me was detached, all the parts of my brain except for the ones that processed pleasure filed neatly away. I was left with only instinct. My arm shot down between Jacob's body and mine, down to the place where he was touching me and placed my hand over his. My fingers wrapped around his almost frantically, urging him to press harder.

He set the new rhythm my fingers pushed him into quickly and I was vaguely aware of his beautiful face lingering over me and his warm voice soothing me but it was only background noise. Sensation was center stage.

I slowly began to come down. My body didn't panic, as I expected it to, at the sudden loss of pleasure. It welcomed it. I slowly floated back down into consciousness, Jacob's face the first thing that broke through the haze.

I felt boneless, more relaxed than I ever had.

And sensitive.

I whimpered against Jacob's fingers on me now. It was too much.