Out of the woods

We were lying on your couch...

I must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing I know Jacob is scooping me up into his big strong arms and carrying me. Where is he taking me? Is he abducting me? I've never heard of a celebrity being held for ransom but I must be worth a pretty penny. Why am I not freaking out more? Why do I feel calm? I'm not supposed to. I should be hitting and kicking him.

But my head still hurts and he has stitches, which my hand is pretty close to right now. Rather than taking this opportunity to escape his hold, I find myself snuggling my head closer to his defined pectoral muscles. Does he have bigger boobs than me? Maybe I should ask him what exercises he does and start working out? I can't though he thinks I'm still asleep.

I don't want to frighten him and have him drop me....yeah...that's why I tighten my grip on his abs... No other reason....

I notice with a shock that Jacob has carried me outside. I really must stop day dreaming about his abs and missing important details. He is walking is towards the edge of the clearing in the woods. How is he so strong? He was bedridden just yesterday? Was it yesterday or have I been in a coma for 3 years? Why is he taking me into the woods?

I unconsciously started to hyperventilate.

"Shhhh Taylor," he says while striking my hair.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To my house."

"You live in the woods?"

"Yes."

Umm creepy, but what can ya do? "Uhhhh okay. How can you carry me? Didn't you just get stitches?"

"Umm. It was a minor injury. My house isn't far."

Well there's nothing I can do. I mean he creepily lives in the woods and if he wanted to kill me he would've by now right? Not that I think he would hurt me, he's been really nice to me there's no evidence to suggest that he's a serial killer or anything maybe he is just taking me to his house. Wait why would I need to go to his house?

"Why am I going to your house?"

"More people needed to use the doctors rooms, I have a spare room, and it's close enough for the doctor to still check up on you."

"Oh. I still haven't been awake to see this doctor yet."

"She's very shy... She's scared to meet you. She's a fan."

"I love fans! I want to meet her! Why is she scared?"

"Her life hasn't been easy...she's very self conscious. When you meet her don't stare okay?"

"Oooookay?"

He ignores me and continues walking. I realise that he's started to breathe heavier as we go further into the woods. He must be struggling. I'm not fat but I'm quite tall and must be heavy.

"You don't have to carry me, I can walk."

"I don't want you tripping and hurting yourself."

"Who says you won't trip?"

He chokes out a quick laugh.

"What's funny? If I can trip in the Forrest so can you."

"I know this trail like the back of my hand. Trust me, I won't trip."

"Yeah trust you, says the guy who tried to carry me into the woods while I was sleeping. For all I know you could still be planning to murder me."

"If I was going to murder you I would have done it when I found you unconscious next to your snowmobile or even just left you there to freeze rather than carrying you, in my injured state, to the doctors."

"Eh good point."

We fall into silence and soon we reach the edge of another clearing, bigger than that of the Doctor. Soon enough we have reached the door of what I assume is his house. He puts me down gently and scratches his head, flexing his arm muscles and making me blush, tingling to my toes.

"Uuhhh welcome to my humble abode?" He says, but it comes out more as a question.

I smile at him and he opens the door, gesturing for me to enter. I step through the wooden door and onto the wooden floor. It's got this amazing rustic feel. I step into the main room, with a large sofa, a large tv and a kitchen on the other side. Behind the lounge area there are 2 doors leading to what I assume are the bedroom and bathroom.

Jacob walks into the lounge area and collapses onto the sofa. reaching for the remote, he looks over at me, noticing I haven't really ventured far from the door.

"Come on you must be tired, let's watch a movie. I've got Netflix it's your choice. Make yourself at home here for the next few days while you recover."

I mumble incoherently in response and join him on the couch, sitting on the edge of my seat as far from him as I can manage without offending him. Suddenly we are alone in an enclosed space. His space. And I am intimidated and scared. Not of him, but of something I can't quite pinpoint.

He seems to notice my distance. He hands me the remote and reaches for a blanket I hadn't noticed at his feet. He throws it over me as I struggle to concentrate on finding a movie we'd both enjoy. It had gotten chilly, probably due to his house being in the middle of the freaking woods and half in the shade. I clutch the blanket closer to me and snuggle into the couch, and closer to him.
I finally settle on beauty and the beast. He may not like it but stuff him I'm here against my will and this movie always calms me down. I disagree with the ideas of this film though, the relationship between Belle and the beast has characteristics of being emotionally abusive not to mention perpetuating stockholme syndrome. But Belle likes books and I like books. And Gaston is the funniest villain of them all.

I click play and Jacob looks over at me in horror.

"This movie? Out of the hundreds and thousands of movies in the world this is what you choose?"

"Would you prefer Cinderella?" I quip.

He huffs and looks straight ahead.
I smirk and immerse myself into the film, distracting me from how lovely Jacob smells, and how he still isn't wearing a shirt, and how his stitches seem to be disappearing by the minute.

Without noticing, somehow through the course of the movie Jacob had put his strong arms around me, probably during the scene where the wolves were chasing Belle. That scene always gets to me, and we are currently cuddling and I don't plan on moving.
For once in my life I can relax without worrying about the media and what they would say to destroy me.
As the closing credits roll, I turn to see Jacob, whom I am currently lying on, fast asleep.

Here it is!
Anyway go ahead and follow me on TUMBLR, Taylor does.

http://fem-me-fatale.tumblr.com

Xxx zelle