Boys With Girlfriends -- Chapter Eight
Title: Boys With Girlfriends
Author: audreyii_fic
Fandom: Twilight (Team Jacob)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jacob, Bella, Edward (genderswap)
Genre: Romance/Humor/Angst
Warnings: Bad language and explicit sexuality.
banner courtesy of FatedFeathers
banner courtesy of blink_1nce
Summary: A boy gets dumped by a vampire and a wolfgirl tries to cheer him up. A genderswap rewrite of New Moon and Eclipse. ( Click here to start from the beginning.)
Eclipse Scene Two:
i take my aim, you feel me come in close / i take my aim so you feel me come in close
Tegan and Sara, "Arrow"
Ruth phases just inside the tree line. If she gets caught walking across the lawn it'll be bad, but it'd be way worse for someone to see a giant wolf sneaking up to Chief Swan's house in the middle of the night. She's been hiding her plans from the Pack-mind -- and that's been taking an ton of effort, there's really only so many times a girl can recite the guest stars of Top Gear before someone justifiably smacks her -- and she feels the tingles of their curiosity about what she's doing at Lucas' place, but they're mostly thinking it's just protection and girly angst crap so they're not bugging her. But if she gets caught Sam'll flip. Then again he'd flip either way, whether she's caught as a werewolf or as a naked chick, and Ruth doesn't exactly want that to happen either because wow awkward but if she'd brought clothes she might've changed her mind.
Gotta not get caught, then.
Luckily, she's super-light-footed even when she's human, thanks to all the wolf stuff. No more tripping over her dad's boots -- she doesn't even have boots anymore. And being human means she doesn't have to hide her thoughts, so she can focus more firmly on what to do next, and tamp down on the little bit of nervousness fluttering in her stomach. She's not going to back down from this. She will make Lucas change his mind about everything, and she's got no problem using whatever tools she has at her disposal. And Ruth knows exactly what tools she has. She can be persuasive.
And, man, she's really looking forward to the persuading.
***
She'd taken back everything good she'd ever said about Sam ever ever ever. Leah was right, he was a boil on the butt of society. He deserved to rot in hell -- did "hell" count as swearing? -- for the rest of eternity. Longer. Along with every other member of the Pack who had gone on for weeks about all the terrible violent things they'd do to Lucas the next time they saw him, because that meant that she, Ruth, was the only one Sam trusted to go to Forks without bringing pruning shears into the equation. It was the second time she'd gotten stuck with delivering a wolf message, and even if she didn't have to wear a dress again, it was still not cool. Especially given everything that had gone down since then.
Ruth made the best of it and had put on the nicest clothes she had, which these days counted as a real tanktop as opposed to an undershirt and a pair of Rebecca's old jean short shorts. And she took the motorbike because she wanted Lucas to look at the motorbike and be sorry. He ought to be sorry. He ought to see what he was missing out on.
It didn't go exactly as well as Ruth had wanted, though, because Lucas had been so obviously happy to see her that he'd reminded her of what she was missing out on and that was depressing. I tried to call, he'd said as The Girlfriend scowled at his side, but your dad didn't pass on any messages, I'm guessing.
Maybe he did and I just didn't want to call you back, she'd said loftily. Then she'd flashed a smile at one of the guys passing by, who looked at her legs and walked into the flagpole. That had felt good. And it had felt even better when Lucas frowned, and then even better than that when The Girlfriend noticed him frowning.
Rachel's roommate really knew her stuff.
Still, Ruth had been there for a purpose, which was to let The Girlfriend know that the next time a leech wandered where it shouldn't then it would lose a couple of limbs. Technically the Pack was worried more about the red-head than any of the Cullens, but Ruth wasn't all that picky about who got ripped apart. Maybe it would be The Girlfriend who overstepped the bounds the next time, and that would be just perfect.
And apparently Lucas hadn't even known all this stuff was going on, and he got mad at The Girlfriend, and he wanted to go to the rez, and Ruth changed her mind about Sam rotting in hell for eternity.
***
It's no trouble to climb the tree and crawl through the window, and Ruth is thrilled to note that there's no leech stink in his room. The Girlfriend must not be coming around so often now. That's a good sign.
Lucas is on his back, one arm over his eyes, his breathing deep and even. Asleep. And Ruth can see his bare shoulders above the comforter, which means he's not wearing a shirt. Maybe he's not wearing pants either, that would be helpful.
She feels her lips curl in a smirk. She can definitely do this.
The plan hasn't been very structured after this point, so it's time to improvise. The direct approach seems like it's the best one, and Ruth makes sure to keep her footfalls extra quiet as she approaches the bed, which isn't tough 'cause even without being a supernatural monster the carpet's really thick.
He doesn't stir. Okay. Good. Doing her very best not to disturb the mattress too much, she inches her way onto the bed; she deserves some kind of award for epic sneakiness, because Lucas' breathing doesn't even change.
Once she's on all fours over him, Ruth purses her lips and thinks hard about the next, most sensible step. She goes with very slowly lowering her weight onto him, waiting to see if he wakes up. As her chest makes contact with his through the blanket his head turns to one side, but that's it.
He's so good-looking. She knows he doesn't think so, but werewolves and vampires don't fight over human boys every day of the week. Ruth and The Girlfriend are ancient mortal enemies by blood and birthright so they'd hate each others' guts no matter what, but it'd be stupid to pretend like it's not mostly personal. They're willing to kill because of Lucas and he doesn't even get that he has a real choice.
Well, he'll get it now. Ruth's not leaving until he understands.
She reaches up, moves his forearm out of the way, and presses her lips to his.
***
The guys had not been all that welcoming to Lucas. Lucas didn't seem too surprised by that, and Ruth had just been happy no one phased. Gotta take your wins where you can get 'em.
Ruth had wanted to stay mad at Lucas. That was kind of tough considering she'd never exactly been mad at him to begin with, but that really seemed like how it was supposed to work. He'd ditched her for someone else and so she was supposed to be mad at him. She was definitely not supposed to be happy to see him again, right, or be happy that he was happy to see her. That was... needy, or something, and Ruth did not want to be needy. She knew now that she could get other guys if she wanted them. She still had her pride.
But he looked so guilty. Like a kicked puppy who expected to get shut out in the cold.
Gah.
So, y'know, it's okay if you hang out and stuff, Ruth had said, doing what she always did when she didn't know what to say, which was tool around with things in the garage. I mean, I'm not running patrol every second. There's still afternoons and whatever.
What are the chances I'll get back to Forks without losing a body part?
Eh. I'll handle the guys. They don't really mean it anyway. Not true, but still.
So he'd stayed for a few hours, and they'd chatted about stupid things, like how the Rabbit was coming along and his visit to Florida, totally playing pretend like there wasn't this big gulf between them now but it felt good anyway because even if it wasn't all real it wasn't fake either. But after awhile Lucas had paused, given her a strange look, and said, You haven't cursed since I got here.
He noticed. Nope, she'd said proudly.
How come?
I'm cutting back. Doing good, yeah?
Yeah, you are. But Lucas had sounded disappointed. And he'd glanced at the door. I've gotta go, he'd said, like he didn't really want to.
Sure, she'd said, like it wasn't a big deal. So I'll see you around?
Definitely. Well... until the end of the summer, anyway.
Why? What's at the end of the summer?
Lucas had just looked at her.
***
His skin is cool, but that's only 'cause everything feels kind of cool to her since the wolf temp set in. The wolf temp is another thing she knows she's got working for her, since Lucas likes heat what with being from Arizona and all, and Ruth slides her tongue along the seam of his lips. He opens his mouth with a little sigh and the hand over his head comes down to fumble sleepily at her face. It's way hotter than that guy at the bar. She can feel his hard-on against her thigh.
This was a seriously great idea.
She starts to lose track of time a little bit -- it's probably only been a minute or two, but it feels a lot longer -- but then he starts to pull his other arm up from under the covers, and he opens his eyes and blinks at her. "Ruth?" he says through the kiss.
She pulls back a little and grins. "Hey."
He blinks again, then-- "Holy shit! Ruth, what the fuck are you-- shit!" She falls onto her side as Lucas scrambles from underneath her and jumps out of bed.
Making him blush is still about the best thing in the whole world. Ruth leans back and puts her hands behind her head; she's not upset about her body anymore, she may not be sparkly but she's got heat instead of poison. "Just thought I'd stop by to say I'm sorry about all the stuff from before."
Lucas stares at her, then seems to realize what he's doing and looks up at the ceiling. "Okay, great, apology accepted. Fuck." His words are all choked. "Put your clothes on."
"Didn't bring any," she says smugly.
"What?"
Ruth had actually planned to do this next part afterwards, but that's okay, now's good too. "Listen, I want to tell you something."
"Tell me later."
"I'm in love with you."
She'd worried that it would be hard to say, but it's not. It's not at all.
Lucas looks down. His brown eyes are wide, but he's looking at her face. Then Ruth stands up and his eyes are back on the ceiling. "C'mon, don't do this," he pleads.
Too late for that. "I'm in love with you, Lucas--" it's even easier the second time "--and I want you to choose me instead of her."
He just shakes his head.
There's no point in not going all in on this. She steps forward and takes his hand. "Listen to me. I can give you all kinds of things that she can't." Ruth has made a special decision to, just this once, refer to the bloodsucker as she instead of it. "You know I can. And not just this stuff -- I can go to Arizona, not just Alaska. I can give you kids if you want them. I can give you a real life."
Lucas closes his eyes. A spark of annoyance flashes through her, and she pulls his hand up and places it against her breast. "Feel that?" she demands. "Flesh and blood." She knows he feels it, 'cause he's wearing boxers and it's not exactly a secret how turned on he is. "And warmth."
He tries to tug away, but she holds his wrist tighter and doesn't let him.
More, then. With her free hand she brushes her fingers across his stomach, and moves to touch lower. Come on. Come on. Come on. "It'll be better with me," she whispers. "Way better than with her."
He freezes for a long moment, then he reaches away for the dresser by his side. Ruth backs up as he opens it. Going for condoms, this is great, she'd figured on a blowjob since she knew she could do that but this is so much better--
--and Lucas pulls out a pair of sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt. He shoves them at her and she takes them on instinct. "Get dressed," he says, "and go home. Now."
***
August? she'd said blankly. Are you serious?
Lucas hadn't been able to look at her. It's not like there's a lot of reason to wait. And we're... we're getting...
She's going to turn you into a filthy bloodsucker in three months.
...yeah. And I'm guessing you won't want me around after that.
It'd felt like her bones were coming apart from the inside out like they did that first time she'd phased, she'd been really good about not letting that happen by accident too many times but her control wasn't perfect and there was a red haze and she would rip the garage apart-- You're right! I won't! You can't do this!
You knew it was going to happen.
But not yet! Ruth hadn't realized until that moment just how much she had not accepted any of it, The Girlfriend was bad enough but his changing into one of those things had just been this sort of foggy concept that took place in some distant future that could never really arrive. Not before you've even lived! Not before I--
She'd thrown a wrench at his head. He barely ducked in time. Jesus! Are you trying to kill me?
I should! It'd be better if I killed you! I'd rather you were dead than be one of them!
The silence had been really, really long.
I didn't mean it like that, she'd said finally. Except she kinda had.
Lucas had just nodded, and he was gone about thirty seconds later, and Ruth knew she had to find a way to make him understand before it was too late. And she would. She didn't need her pride as much as Lucas needed heartbeats. She would fight for him with absolutely everything she had... and she had things the bloodsucker didn't.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd made Lucas Swan smile.
***
He's not smiling now, either. "I mean it, Ruth. Put those on and get out of here."
"You can't be serious." He can't be serious.
"Do I look serious?"
He does.
Ruth pulls on the pants and shirt slowly, not because she wants to draw it out but because it's like she's underwater. She's pretty sure she's supposed to be hurting but everything's numb. The worst part is that he's still turned on, which goes to show just how unacceptable the rest of her apparently is.
She glances at his face for exactly one second because that's the full amount of what she can manage; Lucas is staring at the opposite wall and he looks angry and embarrassed and tense but mostly just miserable, which should help but doesn't somehow.
It's better to walk to the treaty line. She doesn't want anyone in her head yet. And when she gets back to her territory, she looks down at his clothes and fuck that goddamn motherfucking necrophiliac piece of shit.
She phases still dressed just to watch the scraps fall to the ground.
***
Next: The Second Kiss
A/N: There are a number of loaded subjects in this chapter. I ask everyone participating in the discussion to a) choose your words carefully, and b) forgive those who do not.
Author: audreyii_fic
Fandom: Twilight (Team Jacob)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jacob, Bella, Edward (genderswap)
Genre: Romance/Humor/Angst
Warnings: Bad language and explicit sexuality.
banner courtesy of FatedFeathers
banner courtesy of blink_1nce
Summary: A boy gets dumped by a vampire and a wolfgirl tries to cheer him up. A genderswap rewrite of New Moon and Eclipse. ( Click here to start from the beginning.)
Eclipse Scene Two:
i take my aim, you feel me come in close / i take my aim so you feel me come in close
Tegan and Sara, "Arrow"
Ruth phases just inside the tree line. If she gets caught walking across the lawn it'll be bad, but it'd be way worse for someone to see a giant wolf sneaking up to Chief Swan's house in the middle of the night. She's been hiding her plans from the Pack-mind -- and that's been taking an ton of effort, there's really only so many times a girl can recite the guest stars of Top Gear before someone justifiably smacks her -- and she feels the tingles of their curiosity about what she's doing at Lucas' place, but they're mostly thinking it's just protection and girly angst crap so they're not bugging her. But if she gets caught Sam'll flip. Then again he'd flip either way, whether she's caught as a werewolf or as a naked chick, and Ruth doesn't exactly want that to happen either because wow awkward but if she'd brought clothes she might've changed her mind.
Gotta not get caught, then.
Luckily, she's super-light-footed even when she's human, thanks to all the wolf stuff. No more tripping over her dad's boots -- she doesn't even have boots anymore. And being human means she doesn't have to hide her thoughts, so she can focus more firmly on what to do next, and tamp down on the little bit of nervousness fluttering in her stomach. She's not going to back down from this. She will make Lucas change his mind about everything, and she's got no problem using whatever tools she has at her disposal. And Ruth knows exactly what tools she has. She can be persuasive.
And, man, she's really looking forward to the persuading.
***
She'd taken back everything good she'd ever said about Sam ever ever ever. Leah was right, he was a boil on the butt of society. He deserved to rot in hell -- did "hell" count as swearing? -- for the rest of eternity. Longer. Along with every other member of the Pack who had gone on for weeks about all the terrible violent things they'd do to Lucas the next time they saw him, because that meant that she, Ruth, was the only one Sam trusted to go to Forks without bringing pruning shears into the equation. It was the second time she'd gotten stuck with delivering a wolf message, and even if she didn't have to wear a dress again, it was still not cool. Especially given everything that had gone down since then.
Ruth made the best of it and had put on the nicest clothes she had, which these days counted as a real tanktop as opposed to an undershirt and a pair of Rebecca's old jean short shorts. And she took the motorbike because she wanted Lucas to look at the motorbike and be sorry. He ought to be sorry. He ought to see what he was missing out on.
It didn't go exactly as well as Ruth had wanted, though, because Lucas had been so obviously happy to see her that he'd reminded her of what she was missing out on and that was depressing. I tried to call, he'd said as The Girlfriend scowled at his side, but your dad didn't pass on any messages, I'm guessing.
Maybe he did and I just didn't want to call you back, she'd said loftily. Then she'd flashed a smile at one of the guys passing by, who looked at her legs and walked into the flagpole. That had felt good. And it had felt even better when Lucas frowned, and then even better than that when The Girlfriend noticed him frowning.
Rachel's roommate really knew her stuff.
Still, Ruth had been there for a purpose, which was to let The Girlfriend know that the next time a leech wandered where it shouldn't then it would lose a couple of limbs. Technically the Pack was worried more about the red-head than any of the Cullens, but Ruth wasn't all that picky about who got ripped apart. Maybe it would be The Girlfriend who overstepped the bounds the next time, and that would be just perfect.
And apparently Lucas hadn't even known all this stuff was going on, and he got mad at The Girlfriend, and he wanted to go to the rez, and Ruth changed her mind about Sam rotting in hell for eternity.
***
It's no trouble to climb the tree and crawl through the window, and Ruth is thrilled to note that there's no leech stink in his room. The Girlfriend must not be coming around so often now. That's a good sign.
Lucas is on his back, one arm over his eyes, his breathing deep and even. Asleep. And Ruth can see his bare shoulders above the comforter, which means he's not wearing a shirt. Maybe he's not wearing pants either, that would be helpful.
She feels her lips curl in a smirk. She can definitely do this.
The plan hasn't been very structured after this point, so it's time to improvise. The direct approach seems like it's the best one, and Ruth makes sure to keep her footfalls extra quiet as she approaches the bed, which isn't tough 'cause even without being a supernatural monster the carpet's really thick.
He doesn't stir. Okay. Good. Doing her very best not to disturb the mattress too much, she inches her way onto the bed; she deserves some kind of award for epic sneakiness, because Lucas' breathing doesn't even change.
Once she's on all fours over him, Ruth purses her lips and thinks hard about the next, most sensible step. She goes with very slowly lowering her weight onto him, waiting to see if he wakes up. As her chest makes contact with his through the blanket his head turns to one side, but that's it.
He's so good-looking. She knows he doesn't think so, but werewolves and vampires don't fight over human boys every day of the week. Ruth and The Girlfriend are ancient mortal enemies by blood and birthright so they'd hate each others' guts no matter what, but it'd be stupid to pretend like it's not mostly personal. They're willing to kill because of Lucas and he doesn't even get that he has a real choice.
Well, he'll get it now. Ruth's not leaving until he understands.
She reaches up, moves his forearm out of the way, and presses her lips to his.
***
The guys had not been all that welcoming to Lucas. Lucas didn't seem too surprised by that, and Ruth had just been happy no one phased. Gotta take your wins where you can get 'em.
Ruth had wanted to stay mad at Lucas. That was kind of tough considering she'd never exactly been mad at him to begin with, but that really seemed like how it was supposed to work. He'd ditched her for someone else and so she was supposed to be mad at him. She was definitely not supposed to be happy to see him again, right, or be happy that he was happy to see her. That was... needy, or something, and Ruth did not want to be needy. She knew now that she could get other guys if she wanted them. She still had her pride.
But he looked so guilty. Like a kicked puppy who expected to get shut out in the cold.
Gah.
So, y'know, it's okay if you hang out and stuff, Ruth had said, doing what she always did when she didn't know what to say, which was tool around with things in the garage. I mean, I'm not running patrol every second. There's still afternoons and whatever.
What are the chances I'll get back to Forks without losing a body part?
Eh. I'll handle the guys. They don't really mean it anyway. Not true, but still.
So he'd stayed for a few hours, and they'd chatted about stupid things, like how the Rabbit was coming along and his visit to Florida, totally playing pretend like there wasn't this big gulf between them now but it felt good anyway because even if it wasn't all real it wasn't fake either. But after awhile Lucas had paused, given her a strange look, and said, You haven't cursed since I got here.
He noticed. Nope, she'd said proudly.
How come?
I'm cutting back. Doing good, yeah?
Yeah, you are. But Lucas had sounded disappointed. And he'd glanced at the door. I've gotta go, he'd said, like he didn't really want to.
Sure, she'd said, like it wasn't a big deal. So I'll see you around?
Definitely. Well... until the end of the summer, anyway.
Why? What's at the end of the summer?
Lucas had just looked at her.
***
His skin is cool, but that's only 'cause everything feels kind of cool to her since the wolf temp set in. The wolf temp is another thing she knows she's got working for her, since Lucas likes heat what with being from Arizona and all, and Ruth slides her tongue along the seam of his lips. He opens his mouth with a little sigh and the hand over his head comes down to fumble sleepily at her face. It's way hotter than that guy at the bar. She can feel his hard-on against her thigh.
This was a seriously great idea.
She starts to lose track of time a little bit -- it's probably only been a minute or two, but it feels a lot longer -- but then he starts to pull his other arm up from under the covers, and he opens his eyes and blinks at her. "Ruth?" he says through the kiss.
She pulls back a little and grins. "Hey."
He blinks again, then-- "Holy shit! Ruth, what the fuck are you-- shit!" She falls onto her side as Lucas scrambles from underneath her and jumps out of bed.
Making him blush is still about the best thing in the whole world. Ruth leans back and puts her hands behind her head; she's not upset about her body anymore, she may not be sparkly but she's got heat instead of poison. "Just thought I'd stop by to say I'm sorry about all the stuff from before."
Lucas stares at her, then seems to realize what he's doing and looks up at the ceiling. "Okay, great, apology accepted. Fuck." His words are all choked. "Put your clothes on."
"Didn't bring any," she says smugly.
"What?"
Ruth had actually planned to do this next part afterwards, but that's okay, now's good too. "Listen, I want to tell you something."
"Tell me later."
"I'm in love with you."
She'd worried that it would be hard to say, but it's not. It's not at all.
Lucas looks down. His brown eyes are wide, but he's looking at her face. Then Ruth stands up and his eyes are back on the ceiling. "C'mon, don't do this," he pleads.
Too late for that. "I'm in love with you, Lucas--" it's even easier the second time "--and I want you to choose me instead of her."
He just shakes his head.
There's no point in not going all in on this. She steps forward and takes his hand. "Listen to me. I can give you all kinds of things that she can't." Ruth has made a special decision to, just this once, refer to the bloodsucker as she instead of it. "You know I can. And not just this stuff -- I can go to Arizona, not just Alaska. I can give you kids if you want them. I can give you a real life."
Lucas closes his eyes. A spark of annoyance flashes through her, and she pulls his hand up and places it against her breast. "Feel that?" she demands. "Flesh and blood." She knows he feels it, 'cause he's wearing boxers and it's not exactly a secret how turned on he is. "And warmth."
He tries to tug away, but she holds his wrist tighter and doesn't let him.
More, then. With her free hand she brushes her fingers across his stomach, and moves to touch lower. Come on. Come on. Come on. "It'll be better with me," she whispers. "Way better than with her."
He freezes for a long moment, then he reaches away for the dresser by his side. Ruth backs up as he opens it. Going for condoms, this is great, she'd figured on a blowjob since she knew she could do that but this is so much better--
--and Lucas pulls out a pair of sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt. He shoves them at her and she takes them on instinct. "Get dressed," he says, "and go home. Now."
***
August? she'd said blankly. Are you serious?
Lucas hadn't been able to look at her. It's not like there's a lot of reason to wait. And we're... we're getting...
She's going to turn you into a filthy bloodsucker in three months.
...yeah. And I'm guessing you won't want me around after that.
It'd felt like her bones were coming apart from the inside out like they did that first time she'd phased, she'd been really good about not letting that happen by accident too many times but her control wasn't perfect and there was a red haze and she would rip the garage apart-- You're right! I won't! You can't do this!
You knew it was going to happen.
But not yet! Ruth hadn't realized until that moment just how much she had not accepted any of it, The Girlfriend was bad enough but his changing into one of those things had just been this sort of foggy concept that took place in some distant future that could never really arrive. Not before you've even lived! Not before I--
She'd thrown a wrench at his head. He barely ducked in time. Jesus! Are you trying to kill me?
I should! It'd be better if I killed you! I'd rather you were dead than be one of them!
The silence had been really, really long.
I didn't mean it like that, she'd said finally. Except she kinda had.
Lucas had just nodded, and he was gone about thirty seconds later, and Ruth knew she had to find a way to make him understand before it was too late. And she would. She didn't need her pride as much as Lucas needed heartbeats. She would fight for him with absolutely everything she had... and she had things the bloodsucker didn't.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd made Lucas Swan smile.
***
He's not smiling now, either. "I mean it, Ruth. Put those on and get out of here."
"You can't be serious." He can't be serious.
"Do I look serious?"
He does.
Ruth pulls on the pants and shirt slowly, not because she wants to draw it out but because it's like she's underwater. She's pretty sure she's supposed to be hurting but everything's numb. The worst part is that he's still turned on, which goes to show just how unacceptable the rest of her apparently is.
She glances at his face for exactly one second because that's the full amount of what she can manage; Lucas is staring at the opposite wall and he looks angry and embarrassed and tense but mostly just miserable, which should help but doesn't somehow.
It's better to walk to the treaty line. She doesn't want anyone in her head yet. And when she gets back to her territory, she looks down at his clothes and fuck that goddamn motherfucking necrophiliac piece of shit.
She phases still dressed just to watch the scraps fall to the ground.
***
Next: The Second Kiss
A/N: There are a number of loaded subjects in this chapter. I ask everyone participating in the discussion to a) choose your words carefully, and b) forgive those who do not.