RETURN OF THE WIND : Jacob & Renesmee

36.OFF THE TRAILS~ (Part 1)

TITLE MEANING:
IN WRONG WAY, OR PATH

Renesmee

The morning light trickled over my eyes as the flashes of bright light shone under my eyelids. I blinked and gently opened my eyes as my arms extend on the bed to reach up for him, but my hands grabbed nothing more than air.

OFCOURSE! He would have woke up early. I buried myself into the sheets feeling -beautiful🥰. Although every part of me cracked as it expanded but it felt sort of good. I fell asleep with a Chris influenced smile on my face and slept more peacefully then I'd hope for with the tension that he was gonna leave today.

His words revolved round and round in my head and I go through it, reading and re-reading our conversations of last night, looking at those undiscovered poetries in the libraries of his eyes. I would forever fumble over trying to do justice to the way it makes me feel; that loves me in a way that's more than love -deeper than any love that anyone has ever known and accepting it blows my mind.

I got out of 'OUR' bed and it took seconds for his smell to alter the air around, until I realised that his white shirt was tucked at me. I filled my lungs with his cologne, letting it enter my bloodstream and dragged myself down the stairs clinging to his shirt. I buried my face in the curve of its neck and it's intoxicating heaven of warmthmess was driving me crazy again.

"_packed, transported and all ready to travel!" He walked up to the kitchen counter pouring down a cup of coffee and streched his arm to pass it to me.

I smiled at him back and took it, taking a sip.

"O! I guess that's my shirt?" He coyed, biting his lips.

"Not anymore-" I put the cup on the counter and reached for his lips wrapping my palms around his neck. He pressed his lips on mine. "Do you want to go?"

"Never!" His hands reached up for my waist as he straddle me lifting in his arms and made me sit on the counter slab. "But the problem...with wanting-" He whispered as he bent down, his lips against my cheeks, that sent shivers through my nerves. "-is that...it makes us weak and unsatisfied." He brushed his lips against the lines of my jaw.

"If you want me to stop, tell me now?" His tongue hovered over the hollow of my throat.

"Or now?" He traced down my throat to the depth of my neck. "Or now-"

"Or~"

He trailed down and down, and then, at last when I couldn't hold any longer I reached up and pulled him up, melting my lips on his. It wasn't his gentleness I wanted; not after all this time. My legs pulled him violently close to me. He moaned softly, low in his throat and circled me, gathering me in his hand, pressing my hips and our front starting the friction.

I let out a deep moan in his mouth. Our tongues continuously working, trying to establish dominance over the other. My wrist cracked and ached intensely under his grip, pinning both of it onto the slab as a sort of distraction but I didn't flinch for I don't care. I wasn't ready to give in yet. I never craved him so...eagerly and hungrily.

I want him to show me his flaws, show me his insecurities, show me the parts he doesn't love about himself; so that I can show him that they are the reason he is PERFECT.

He pulled apart breathing heavily. "It's not fair for a person to be so narcotic, Ness!" I smiled breathlessly. "_and if this continues, I'm not sure this would stop before we end up in bed again?!" His breathes even more shallower.