The Function to Breathe - Edward/Jacob - Chapter Sixteen
Title: The Function to Breathe, Chapter Sixteen
Fandom/Pairing: Twilight, Edward/Jacob, Slash
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2574
Genre: A little bit of everything - romance, humor, angst. The usual.
Disclaimer: Nothing about Twilight belongs to me what-so-ever. Meyer can keep it.
Warnings: None, really. Not for this chapter, anyway.
Summary: Yet another imprinting fic. Jacob imprints on Edward and flees, intent on free-will, but he isn't going to survive without contact. Edward has to find him to save his life - but Jacob isn't going to make it that easy. Neither are the new players, who are going to set into motion a series of events that might make everything fall apart. Set during Eclipse, before the truce between sides.
Notes: Thanks for the comments; I didn't think anyone would read after I hadn't written for so long. Back to Edward and Jacob in this chapter, too. Let me know what you think! ♥
Jacob woke up alone. He stared at the other pillow with an accusing eye, trying to figure out how to best deal with this little turn of events. The wolf was gleeful, sure, and every other particle of his body was just happy to have gotten off with someone else, but this morning after thing also seemed like a cause for alarm or something. Only he wasn’t alarmed - he was miffed. To give Edward the luxury of staying in his bed instead of being kicked out of it - as he should have been - only to be repaid via the guy sneaking off in the middle of the night?
That was kind of shady. That was really shady. Narrowing his eyes he pulled himself out of bed, taking a quick shower then getting dressed, grumbling all the while. It was rare that he ever had the house all to himself, and with a sudden wave of embarrassment he wondered if the noises he and Edward made the night before had driven everyone off.
Oh god, the noises. He re-adjusted himself, his erection only pissing him off more. He was hard and had the entire house to himself and Edward was nowhere around, probably back at his stupid mansion, reciting Hail Mary’s or something as repentance. Was Edward catholic? Because if so, Jacob would have to ponder whether or not Edward flogged himself or put that teeth-thing around his thigh-
Fuck. Rubbing his face he stumbled to the kitchen, devouring three sandwiches and a bag of chips before he walked back to his bedroom, where Edward was sitting on the edge of the bed-
Wait.
“You’re fucking shady, dude,” he muttered, ignoring the swell of relief that filled his chest. He hadn’t even realized he’d been worried.
“I do not know what that means - have you been conversing with Emmett?” the vampire asked, face pinched in annoyance. Jacob grinned. If he was going to get along with any of the Cullen clan, it was going to be Emmett.
“Nah. Do you know where everybody went?” he asked, going for casual as he sauntered over to the window and peered outside. It didn’t matter that Edward was there when he’d figured the leech had ran off like a girl. He didn’t give a shit. It didn’t matter at all.
“No,” he heard the man reply, and then the vampire was behind him with that split-second speed thing he had going on. Jacob had grown used to it enough that it wasn’t what he reacted to, but Edward’s close proximity was something else entirely. He blinked, mind suddenly fuzzy. “I’m worried we may have scared them off.”
He frowned. He’d thought the same thing earlier, but Edward had promised not to listen in on his thoughts, so he brushed it aside. He had to stop being paranoid. If he was going to be, well, friends with Cullen, he’d have to trust him whether he wanted to or not. At least a little.
“Probably,” he snorted, turning away from the window. “You don’t know how to shut up.”
Edward chuckled, low, but it sounded forced. Jacob didn’t really like the sound.
“…You alright?” he asked, wondering why he even cared. But that was a stupid thing to wonder - if he didn’t care he wouldn’t have ran to Edward’s home the way he had.
“Yes. Come to the beach with me?” the other man asked, and even though he didn’t entirely believe him, he agreed to go.
-
“For fuck’s sake!” Seth screeched when he ‘woke up’ for the second time that day. He had a headache and he could practically taste chloroform. That much stuff in such short intervals just couldn’t be healthy. He was going to have another panic attack, oh god, and then Shift was going to knock him out again like he had during the last panic attack, and-
Ooh, silk. He was on silk sheets. Nice. Maybe that meant he’d finally been rescued?
Only no one he knew owned silk sheets. Frowning he sat up, pulling on his wrists and realizing with despair that they were still handcuffed. He was screwed. He was beyond screwed. He was so far beyond screwed that he was in a day and age when the term ‘screwed’ wasn’t even in the dictionary anymore, probably replaced with something like ‘aghhh!’.
He shut his eyes, trying to force himself to calm down, to get a sense of his surroundings. The smell of that strange vampire was distant now, but he could still smell werewolf, and he realized he wasn’t in the van anymore. He was on a bed, legs covered by silk sheets the shade of maroon.
“Do you need anything, beautiful?” someone asked, and he jumped, body immediately jerking sideways, away from the direction Shift’s voice came from. He was surprised to see him sitting by the side of the bed, long black coat touching the floor as he leaned forward, inspecting him with those empty gray eyes.
“A paper bag,” he squeaked, and the more he talked the higher the tone of his voice became, “a paper bag to hyperventilate into please.”
The boy laughed, spinning around on a stool that had wheels and turning back with a paper bag in hand. Seth hesitated, glancing down at his locked wrists then back up.
“Ummm,” he started, nervously wetting his lips. He wasn’t sure if he was even allowed to ask, or if the boy was teasing him, or if asking would just piss him off - he really had no idea what would get him killed. But it was fairly obvious he couldn’t reach out and take the bag from him. “I’m… okay now, thanks.”
“Suit yourself.” Shift shrugged, tossing the bag aside and hopping up. Seth watched him warily as the other wolf circled the bed, wincing as he lit a match against his wrist then touched it to another cigarette.
“That’s going to kill you one day,” he mumbled.
“What? Speak up; can’t hear you.”
“I…” He inhaled. He should have been more worried he’d gone too far. “I said, that’s going to kill you one day. Smoking.” He nodded to the cigarette that was perched between Shift’s long fingers.
“Oh, this? Mm. I’m a werewolf, I’m not too worried. Do you want out of those chains?”
“What?”
The wolf groaned, long-suffering. “Can’t you hear? I said, do you want out of those chains?”
Seth blinked. He couldn’t have heard him right, but that didn’t stop all his pent-up, natural energy from unleashing in a series of rapid head-nods as his body squirmed all over the bed, wrists twisting in the cuffs.
“Yeah, I do, ye- ow, ow!” He stopped moving abruptly, staring down at his wrists. Blood was welling up from beneath the cuffs - he’d been chained tightly and he hadn’t even realized it. Swallowing he glanced up, fear spiking in the pit of his stomach when he saw the knowing smirk on the boy’s face.
“Stop moving. Don’t slit your wrists or anything. I can’t have you bleeding out all over those sheets. They’re new.”
He nodded, becoming suddenly still. Shift made a small noise of approval then slid onto the bed next to him, pulling a key from his pocket and unlocking the cuffs. His eyes watered a little from the pain but he kept still like he’d been told, not even breathing until Shift was off the bed and on his feet again.
“I… thanks,” he said, soft, quietly lifting his hands and chancing a glance at them. They were bruised from a struggle he didn’t remember, skin broken and red.
“Don’t try anything or I’ll kill you. So, questions. I told you I wanted to ask questions, didn’t I?”
When it became apparent Shift was waiting for an answer he nodded, leaning back against the headboard of the bed and staring straight at the wall opposite. He was scared. He was so used to feeling safe, and this new, constant fear just wasn’t something he was accustomed to. It felt weird.
“Right then,” Shift continued, sitting down on the foot of the bed and pulling a knee up to his chest, arms wrapped around it. He eyed Seth calculatingly, carefully. “I want to know why no one’s come to rescue you yet. Oh, and don’t interrupt me, just let me keep talking, if you interrupt me I’ll get all out of sorts. I hate it when I’m out of sorts. No one’s come to get you and I’m wondering if that’s ‘cause your pack is stupid-”
Seth opened his mouth to defend his pack but the look Shift gave him was enough to shut him up.
“-or is it ‘cause you’re… well, look at you. I’ve seen some of your pack, all big guys with big muscles, handsome, strong. You’re… well, precious in comparison, aren’t you? Maybe you’ll grow into it one day but I don’t think you will, I think you’re the runt of the pack. I’ve been watching a bit, and I think you’re the runt. They usually kill the runt, don’t they? My pack did, but they were always more wolf than human. They preferred the wolf-y bits. Clarissa was right to go the way she did. But if you’re the runt and they haven’t killed you, and they’re more human than wolf, then I’m guessing they do what the humans do with the runt. They take you for granted, don’t they?”
Seth inhaled, sharp. The words stung more than any words had ever stung before. He’d never been talked to like that, but that wasn’t what stung - it was how close the words were to some of the things he thought sometimes, when the pack went out hunting and left him behind, when the boys rough-housed and left him out of it, when Jacob never did more than give him a noogie or a punch to the face. None of the guys ever really fought with him, Jacob was the only one who would really hit him hard enough to break a bone. He was so busy thinking about that that Clarissa’s name didn’t even register. He wanted to tell Shift how wrong he was, but the boy kept talking and Seth had been told not to interrupt.
“Seth - that’s your name, isn’t it, nod if it is - you’re just the runt. You’re smaller, slimmer, shorter. You’re not handsome. You’re pretty, but you’re not all rugged and manly like the rest of your pack seems to be. Even that one girl in your pack seems to have a bigger dick than you, or at least a lot more respect. Poor little Seth, Seth-y Seth Seth, have you ever been taken seriously in your life? You can answer now.”
He blinked back hot tears, embarrassed by them and even more embarrassed by how close to the truth Shift was. It took him a second to get up the will to speak.
“I don’t… Why are you talking about this?” he asked, his voice too quiet even to his own ears.
Shift smirked, his eyes suddenly sharp and bright, almost like there was something inside them that was dancing, that was taking innate pleasure in finding the wound and prodding it with a hot iron.
“Just giving you something to ponder,” he replied, and then he was off the bed, up and moving towards the door. “You can’t really go anywhere, but don’t try to. I’ll hurt you more. Are you hungry? I’ll bring something in.”
Seth, who was too busy chewing a bitter pill that he couldn’t wash down, could only nod in response.
“Lovely. I’ll be back.” And then Shift was gone.
-
“You are a pain in my ass, Edward Cullen, and I swear to god I’ll destroy you and everything you have ever loved if you don’t stop wheeling me!”
Edward’s laugh was more sincere this time as he struggled to hold on to the handles of Jacob’s wheelchair. He did not, however, give a shit whether or not Edward’s laugh was sincere, because the stupid leech had strapped a belt around him and the chair while he hadn’t been paying attention and in the physical state he was in, he was kind of royally pissed that he couldn’t even break out of the damn thing.
“What kind of belt is this? Some kind of super-leather? Let - me - go!” he yelled, jerking back and forth while Edward stubbornly pushed him onward. “Why do you hurt me, Cullen? What did I ever do to you? I’m not an infant!”
“I’m well aware of that fact, Jacob. I just thought it was - ah - funny, I think is the word.”
Jacob hesitated. Funny? So Edward had strapped him into this thing as some sort of… joke? He stopped moving, Edward nonchalantly continuing to wheel him around as he turned and stared at the vampire’s stupid face.
“Oh you son of a bitch,” Jacob whispered, and then he was struggling again, Edward’s laughter way too jovial for his tastes. It was near-on hysterical when he struggled so hard he accidentally tipped the chair over and landed on his side with a grunt, uselessly kicking his legs. “I’m so going to kill you,” he threatened, jerking at his bindings. “I’m going to kill you so hard even your enemies are going to be comatose for months.”
That made Edward laugh again and he scowled, pulling at the thick belt until he finally managed to rip it apart. With a cry of freedom he rolled away from the chair, hopping to his feet. Before Edward could realize his intentions he lifted the wheelchair and threw it at him, the wheels spinning then colliding with the side of his head.
And then the chair simply bounced off his face. Edward didn’t even move an inch. It was sort of anticlimactic.
“Didn’t dodge that one, did you?” Jacob gloated. “Looks like super-speed doesn’t make up for stupidity after all.”
“I was hardly expecting you to throw your wheelchair at me, Jacob.” Edward leaned down and picked up the now broken chair, inspecting it carefully with nimble fingers. “And now you have broken it. You have absolutely no room to imply that anyone in this vicinity is stupid.”
“Oh, so now you’re calling me stupid, that’s nice-” he paused in the middle of puffing his chest out - something he did in preparation for being a huge bitch - as his eyes caught on Emily’s house nearby. “So that’s where everyone was. Don’t tell me they’re having breakfast without me.”
Edward glanced at the members of Jacob’s pack that were cluttered at the entrance of Emily’s house and then back at Jacob, eyebrows furrowed.
“It’s two in the afternoon - breakfast was a long time ago, and it was lovely.”
“What?!” Jacob gaped, insulted. “They invited you? You’re all bastards.”
The vampire chuckled, light. “Don’t pay them any mind.”
“It looks important,” he replied, doubtful. “Is it about Victoria? Shouldn’t I be let in on this stuff-”
Edward kissed him, effectively cutting him off and distracting him, and Jacob had no doubt that was what the man was doing. But his inner wolf was doing happy little sprints inside his head and he was hard again and he decided that knocking Edward down on the beach and shoving his tongue down his throat was a much more pleasant alternative to figuring out what the hell was going on.
Fandom/Pairing: Twilight, Edward/Jacob, Slash
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2574
Genre: A little bit of everything - romance, humor, angst. The usual.
Disclaimer: Nothing about Twilight belongs to me what-so-ever. Meyer can keep it.
Warnings: None, really. Not for this chapter, anyway.
Summary: Yet another imprinting fic. Jacob imprints on Edward and flees, intent on free-will, but he isn't going to survive without contact. Edward has to find him to save his life - but Jacob isn't going to make it that easy. Neither are the new players, who are going to set into motion a series of events that might make everything fall apart. Set during Eclipse, before the truce between sides.
Notes: Thanks for the comments; I didn't think anyone would read after I hadn't written for so long. Back to Edward and Jacob in this chapter, too. Let me know what you think! ♥
Jacob woke up alone. He stared at the other pillow with an accusing eye, trying to figure out how to best deal with this little turn of events. The wolf was gleeful, sure, and every other particle of his body was just happy to have gotten off with someone else, but this morning after thing also seemed like a cause for alarm or something. Only he wasn’t alarmed - he was miffed. To give Edward the luxury of staying in his bed instead of being kicked out of it - as he should have been - only to be repaid via the guy sneaking off in the middle of the night?
That was kind of shady. That was really shady. Narrowing his eyes he pulled himself out of bed, taking a quick shower then getting dressed, grumbling all the while. It was rare that he ever had the house all to himself, and with a sudden wave of embarrassment he wondered if the noises he and Edward made the night before had driven everyone off.
Oh god, the noises. He re-adjusted himself, his erection only pissing him off more. He was hard and had the entire house to himself and Edward was nowhere around, probably back at his stupid mansion, reciting Hail Mary’s or something as repentance. Was Edward catholic? Because if so, Jacob would have to ponder whether or not Edward flogged himself or put that teeth-thing around his thigh-
Fuck. Rubbing his face he stumbled to the kitchen, devouring three sandwiches and a bag of chips before he walked back to his bedroom, where Edward was sitting on the edge of the bed-
Wait.
“You’re fucking shady, dude,” he muttered, ignoring the swell of relief that filled his chest. He hadn’t even realized he’d been worried.
“I do not know what that means - have you been conversing with Emmett?” the vampire asked, face pinched in annoyance. Jacob grinned. If he was going to get along with any of the Cullen clan, it was going to be Emmett.
“Nah. Do you know where everybody went?” he asked, going for casual as he sauntered over to the window and peered outside. It didn’t matter that Edward was there when he’d figured the leech had ran off like a girl. He didn’t give a shit. It didn’t matter at all.
“No,” he heard the man reply, and then the vampire was behind him with that split-second speed thing he had going on. Jacob had grown used to it enough that it wasn’t what he reacted to, but Edward’s close proximity was something else entirely. He blinked, mind suddenly fuzzy. “I’m worried we may have scared them off.”
He frowned. He’d thought the same thing earlier, but Edward had promised not to listen in on his thoughts, so he brushed it aside. He had to stop being paranoid. If he was going to be, well, friends with Cullen, he’d have to trust him whether he wanted to or not. At least a little.
“Probably,” he snorted, turning away from the window. “You don’t know how to shut up.”
Edward chuckled, low, but it sounded forced. Jacob didn’t really like the sound.
“…You alright?” he asked, wondering why he even cared. But that was a stupid thing to wonder - if he didn’t care he wouldn’t have ran to Edward’s home the way he had.
“Yes. Come to the beach with me?” the other man asked, and even though he didn’t entirely believe him, he agreed to go.
-
“For fuck’s sake!” Seth screeched when he ‘woke up’ for the second time that day. He had a headache and he could practically taste chloroform. That much stuff in such short intervals just couldn’t be healthy. He was going to have another panic attack, oh god, and then Shift was going to knock him out again like he had during the last panic attack, and-
Ooh, silk. He was on silk sheets. Nice. Maybe that meant he’d finally been rescued?
Only no one he knew owned silk sheets. Frowning he sat up, pulling on his wrists and realizing with despair that they were still handcuffed. He was screwed. He was beyond screwed. He was so far beyond screwed that he was in a day and age when the term ‘screwed’ wasn’t even in the dictionary anymore, probably replaced with something like ‘aghhh!’.
He shut his eyes, trying to force himself to calm down, to get a sense of his surroundings. The smell of that strange vampire was distant now, but he could still smell werewolf, and he realized he wasn’t in the van anymore. He was on a bed, legs covered by silk sheets the shade of maroon.
“Do you need anything, beautiful?” someone asked, and he jumped, body immediately jerking sideways, away from the direction Shift’s voice came from. He was surprised to see him sitting by the side of the bed, long black coat touching the floor as he leaned forward, inspecting him with those empty gray eyes.
“A paper bag,” he squeaked, and the more he talked the higher the tone of his voice became, “a paper bag to hyperventilate into please.”
The boy laughed, spinning around on a stool that had wheels and turning back with a paper bag in hand. Seth hesitated, glancing down at his locked wrists then back up.
“Ummm,” he started, nervously wetting his lips. He wasn’t sure if he was even allowed to ask, or if the boy was teasing him, or if asking would just piss him off - he really had no idea what would get him killed. But it was fairly obvious he couldn’t reach out and take the bag from him. “I’m… okay now, thanks.”
“Suit yourself.” Shift shrugged, tossing the bag aside and hopping up. Seth watched him warily as the other wolf circled the bed, wincing as he lit a match against his wrist then touched it to another cigarette.
“That’s going to kill you one day,” he mumbled.
“What? Speak up; can’t hear you.”
“I…” He inhaled. He should have been more worried he’d gone too far. “I said, that’s going to kill you one day. Smoking.” He nodded to the cigarette that was perched between Shift’s long fingers.
“Oh, this? Mm. I’m a werewolf, I’m not too worried. Do you want out of those chains?”
“What?”
The wolf groaned, long-suffering. “Can’t you hear? I said, do you want out of those chains?”
Seth blinked. He couldn’t have heard him right, but that didn’t stop all his pent-up, natural energy from unleashing in a series of rapid head-nods as his body squirmed all over the bed, wrists twisting in the cuffs.
“Yeah, I do, ye- ow, ow!” He stopped moving abruptly, staring down at his wrists. Blood was welling up from beneath the cuffs - he’d been chained tightly and he hadn’t even realized it. Swallowing he glanced up, fear spiking in the pit of his stomach when he saw the knowing smirk on the boy’s face.
“Stop moving. Don’t slit your wrists or anything. I can’t have you bleeding out all over those sheets. They’re new.”
He nodded, becoming suddenly still. Shift made a small noise of approval then slid onto the bed next to him, pulling a key from his pocket and unlocking the cuffs. His eyes watered a little from the pain but he kept still like he’d been told, not even breathing until Shift was off the bed and on his feet again.
“I… thanks,” he said, soft, quietly lifting his hands and chancing a glance at them. They were bruised from a struggle he didn’t remember, skin broken and red.
“Don’t try anything or I’ll kill you. So, questions. I told you I wanted to ask questions, didn’t I?”
When it became apparent Shift was waiting for an answer he nodded, leaning back against the headboard of the bed and staring straight at the wall opposite. He was scared. He was so used to feeling safe, and this new, constant fear just wasn’t something he was accustomed to. It felt weird.
“Right then,” Shift continued, sitting down on the foot of the bed and pulling a knee up to his chest, arms wrapped around it. He eyed Seth calculatingly, carefully. “I want to know why no one’s come to rescue you yet. Oh, and don’t interrupt me, just let me keep talking, if you interrupt me I’ll get all out of sorts. I hate it when I’m out of sorts. No one’s come to get you and I’m wondering if that’s ‘cause your pack is stupid-”
Seth opened his mouth to defend his pack but the look Shift gave him was enough to shut him up.
“-or is it ‘cause you’re… well, look at you. I’ve seen some of your pack, all big guys with big muscles, handsome, strong. You’re… well, precious in comparison, aren’t you? Maybe you’ll grow into it one day but I don’t think you will, I think you’re the runt of the pack. I’ve been watching a bit, and I think you’re the runt. They usually kill the runt, don’t they? My pack did, but they were always more wolf than human. They preferred the wolf-y bits. Clarissa was right to go the way she did. But if you’re the runt and they haven’t killed you, and they’re more human than wolf, then I’m guessing they do what the humans do with the runt. They take you for granted, don’t they?”
Seth inhaled, sharp. The words stung more than any words had ever stung before. He’d never been talked to like that, but that wasn’t what stung - it was how close the words were to some of the things he thought sometimes, when the pack went out hunting and left him behind, when the boys rough-housed and left him out of it, when Jacob never did more than give him a noogie or a punch to the face. None of the guys ever really fought with him, Jacob was the only one who would really hit him hard enough to break a bone. He was so busy thinking about that that Clarissa’s name didn’t even register. He wanted to tell Shift how wrong he was, but the boy kept talking and Seth had been told not to interrupt.
“Seth - that’s your name, isn’t it, nod if it is - you’re just the runt. You’re smaller, slimmer, shorter. You’re not handsome. You’re pretty, but you’re not all rugged and manly like the rest of your pack seems to be. Even that one girl in your pack seems to have a bigger dick than you, or at least a lot more respect. Poor little Seth, Seth-y Seth Seth, have you ever been taken seriously in your life? You can answer now.”
He blinked back hot tears, embarrassed by them and even more embarrassed by how close to the truth Shift was. It took him a second to get up the will to speak.
“I don’t… Why are you talking about this?” he asked, his voice too quiet even to his own ears.
Shift smirked, his eyes suddenly sharp and bright, almost like there was something inside them that was dancing, that was taking innate pleasure in finding the wound and prodding it with a hot iron.
“Just giving you something to ponder,” he replied, and then he was off the bed, up and moving towards the door. “You can’t really go anywhere, but don’t try to. I’ll hurt you more. Are you hungry? I’ll bring something in.”
Seth, who was too busy chewing a bitter pill that he couldn’t wash down, could only nod in response.
“Lovely. I’ll be back.” And then Shift was gone.
-
“You are a pain in my ass, Edward Cullen, and I swear to god I’ll destroy you and everything you have ever loved if you don’t stop wheeling me!”
Edward’s laugh was more sincere this time as he struggled to hold on to the handles of Jacob’s wheelchair. He did not, however, give a shit whether or not Edward’s laugh was sincere, because the stupid leech had strapped a belt around him and the chair while he hadn’t been paying attention and in the physical state he was in, he was kind of royally pissed that he couldn’t even break out of the damn thing.
“What kind of belt is this? Some kind of super-leather? Let - me - go!” he yelled, jerking back and forth while Edward stubbornly pushed him onward. “Why do you hurt me, Cullen? What did I ever do to you? I’m not an infant!”
“I’m well aware of that fact, Jacob. I just thought it was - ah - funny, I think is the word.”
Jacob hesitated. Funny? So Edward had strapped him into this thing as some sort of… joke? He stopped moving, Edward nonchalantly continuing to wheel him around as he turned and stared at the vampire’s stupid face.
“Oh you son of a bitch,” Jacob whispered, and then he was struggling again, Edward’s laughter way too jovial for his tastes. It was near-on hysterical when he struggled so hard he accidentally tipped the chair over and landed on his side with a grunt, uselessly kicking his legs. “I’m so going to kill you,” he threatened, jerking at his bindings. “I’m going to kill you so hard even your enemies are going to be comatose for months.”
That made Edward laugh again and he scowled, pulling at the thick belt until he finally managed to rip it apart. With a cry of freedom he rolled away from the chair, hopping to his feet. Before Edward could realize his intentions he lifted the wheelchair and threw it at him, the wheels spinning then colliding with the side of his head.
And then the chair simply bounced off his face. Edward didn’t even move an inch. It was sort of anticlimactic.
“Didn’t dodge that one, did you?” Jacob gloated. “Looks like super-speed doesn’t make up for stupidity after all.”
“I was hardly expecting you to throw your wheelchair at me, Jacob.” Edward leaned down and picked up the now broken chair, inspecting it carefully with nimble fingers. “And now you have broken it. You have absolutely no room to imply that anyone in this vicinity is stupid.”
“Oh, so now you’re calling me stupid, that’s nice-” he paused in the middle of puffing his chest out - something he did in preparation for being a huge bitch - as his eyes caught on Emily’s house nearby. “So that’s where everyone was. Don’t tell me they’re having breakfast without me.”
Edward glanced at the members of Jacob’s pack that were cluttered at the entrance of Emily’s house and then back at Jacob, eyebrows furrowed.
“It’s two in the afternoon - breakfast was a long time ago, and it was lovely.”
“What?!” Jacob gaped, insulted. “They invited you? You’re all bastards.”
The vampire chuckled, light. “Don’t pay them any mind.”
“It looks important,” he replied, doubtful. “Is it about Victoria? Shouldn’t I be let in on this stuff-”
Edward kissed him, effectively cutting him off and distracting him, and Jacob had no doubt that was what the man was doing. But his inner wolf was doing happy little sprints inside his head and he was hard again and he decided that knocking Edward down on the beach and shoving his tongue down his throat was a much more pleasant alternative to figuring out what the hell was going on.