Early Friday Morning...
When Layla woke up this morning she knew exactly what day this was. And even though she knew what would happen next and the results thereafter, she felt compelled to get out of bed and make her way over to the dorm.
Yes, she knew he'd be there. Yes, she knew what was going to happen. And no, she couldn't stop herself. She knocked carefully on the door to the bathroom and slipped inside carefully.
"Jacob?" she called out in a half-whisper.
Not wanting to wait for a shower this morning, Jacob had headed to the dorm to use the ones there. When he heard Layla whisper his name she might as well have shouted the way Jacob jumped and the shampoo bottle slipped from his grip, hitting the floor with a loud thump. The suds got into his eyes, stinging, as he turned abruptly towards the voice. Girl voice. "What?" he demanded, wondering if there was another invasion or something. At least he wouldn't rip his clothes up again if he needed to change now.
No invasion. Just a girl sneaking though the cabin and now hovering outside the bathroom nervously. "It's just me. Layla Miller."
And like a reflex that it is: "I know stuff."
She immediately face-palmed.
"Do you know I'm in the shower then?" he asked. "Just... gimme a moment."
Layla took a deep breath and stepped into the shower area. "I know exactly where you are," she said quietly as she slowly approached the stall.
He was already reaching for the curtain to open it. Took one look at Layla, flailed and shut it. "What are you doing?"
"You wouldn't believe the explanation if I told you," Layla said with a sigh. She braced herself and then pulled back the curtain to step into the shower stall.
"Try me," he said instantly. His eyes widened as she climbed into the stall and he backed up, hitting the wall almost instantly. "Did you hit your head?"
"You always say that I shouldn't believe in fate," Layla said doing her best not to gape at Jake and the nakedness and the... nakedness. Her hair was getting wet now and she pushed it out of her face. "Well today's that day."
"So you get into my shower with your clothes on?" he was going to ignore that he was naked. Okay, he was going to try to. Just like he was going to ignore how her clothes were getting wet and... He swallowed.
"Trust me, I know this makes no sense. None. Whatsoever." she asked stepping closer to Jacob. "Or I could leave right now if you say the word."
"What word?" It was hard to think of one when her hair was darker like this and she looked so much more like Bella. A wet Bella who was standing way too close.
"Stop," she answered as she tentatively reached out to touch his chest. "No. Don't do this. There's several options you can choose from."
"Right," so he should say one of them right about now. Right? So why was he leaning towards her instead?
Did Layla mention Hell had frozen over? Nope. She hasn't. And considering she was now tilting her head and reaching up to kiss Jacob?
Yeah, that wasn't going to be mentioned.
He might have thought further than the sensation of the water pounding against his back and her lips against his if she had. Hell had frozen over and he was getting kissed by a blonde Bella and then his hand came to rest on her side and he was kissing her back.
And for once Layla wasn't thinking at all. Especially as her arms slipped around his shoulders and her hands made their way up to start playing with his hair as they kissed. "You're not saying anything," she murmured as she began to kiss along his jawline.
"You're wet," he mumbled, just to say something and he was fisting her shirt now, not quite sure what he was getting in to. Somehow it all just felt fine. Maybe more and he lowered his head further, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.
"Mmm-hmm. Water," Layla said with a small sigh of contentment as she felt his lips on her neck. She pulled back slightly after a moment to quickly remove her top and then leaned in for another kiss. "Wet."
There was skin, wet skin and he wondered if... No, no more wondering and his hands tentatively rested on her back as he deepened the kiss.
Yes, there was not much left to wonder at this point as there was water, kissing, skin and more skin and most likely even more skin and touching as the moments carried on.
And that's how it sometimes happens when Hell freezes over. A girl who just happens to be a blonde clone of Bella and would never stray off the path of the stuff she knows ended up with a werewolf in a hot shower for some serious naked time.
Really, how can you argue with a frozen hell?
[Preplayed with the fabu need_no_moon. Because we think the meta is funny... And we're also going to enjoy making them flail later.
That they met is FB but the rest is NFB. NFI. OOC okay. Also? Somewhat NSFW-ish.]
Yes, she knew he'd be there. Yes, she knew what was going to happen. And no, she couldn't stop herself. She knocked carefully on the door to the bathroom and slipped inside carefully.
"Jacob?" she called out in a half-whisper.
Not wanting to wait for a shower this morning, Jacob had headed to the dorm to use the ones there. When he heard Layla whisper his name she might as well have shouted the way Jacob jumped and the shampoo bottle slipped from his grip, hitting the floor with a loud thump. The suds got into his eyes, stinging, as he turned abruptly towards the voice. Girl voice. "What?" he demanded, wondering if there was another invasion or something. At least he wouldn't rip his clothes up again if he needed to change now.
No invasion. Just a girl sneaking though the cabin and now hovering outside the bathroom nervously. "It's just me. Layla Miller."
And like a reflex that it is: "I know stuff."
She immediately face-palmed.
"Do you know I'm in the shower then?" he asked. "Just... gimme a moment."
Layla took a deep breath and stepped into the shower area. "I know exactly where you are," she said quietly as she slowly approached the stall.
He was already reaching for the curtain to open it. Took one look at Layla, flailed and shut it. "What are you doing?"
"You wouldn't believe the explanation if I told you," Layla said with a sigh. She braced herself and then pulled back the curtain to step into the shower stall.
"Try me," he said instantly. His eyes widened as she climbed into the stall and he backed up, hitting the wall almost instantly. "Did you hit your head?"
"You always say that I shouldn't believe in fate," Layla said doing her best not to gape at Jake and the nakedness and the... nakedness. Her hair was getting wet now and she pushed it out of her face. "Well today's that day."
"So you get into my shower with your clothes on?" he was going to ignore that he was naked. Okay, he was going to try to. Just like he was going to ignore how her clothes were getting wet and... He swallowed.
"Trust me, I know this makes no sense. None. Whatsoever." she asked stepping closer to Jacob. "Or I could leave right now if you say the word."
"What word?" It was hard to think of one when her hair was darker like this and she looked so much more like Bella. A wet Bella who was standing way too close.
"Stop," she answered as she tentatively reached out to touch his chest. "No. Don't do this. There's several options you can choose from."
"Right," so he should say one of them right about now. Right? So why was he leaning towards her instead?
Did Layla mention Hell had frozen over? Nope. She hasn't. And considering she was now tilting her head and reaching up to kiss Jacob?
Yeah, that wasn't going to be mentioned.
He might have thought further than the sensation of the water pounding against his back and her lips against his if she had. Hell had frozen over and he was getting kissed by a blonde Bella and then his hand came to rest on her side and he was kissing her back.
And for once Layla wasn't thinking at all. Especially as her arms slipped around his shoulders and her hands made their way up to start playing with his hair as they kissed. "You're not saying anything," she murmured as she began to kiss along his jawline.
"You're wet," he mumbled, just to say something and he was fisting her shirt now, not quite sure what he was getting in to. Somehow it all just felt fine. Maybe more and he lowered his head further, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.
"Mmm-hmm. Water," Layla said with a small sigh of contentment as she felt his lips on her neck. She pulled back slightly after a moment to quickly remove her top and then leaned in for another kiss. "Wet."
There was skin, wet skin and he wondered if... No, no more wondering and his hands tentatively rested on her back as he deepened the kiss.
Yes, there was not much left to wonder at this point as there was water, kissing, skin and more skin and most likely even more skin and touching as the moments carried on.
And that's how it sometimes happens when Hell freezes over. A girl who just happens to be a blonde clone of Bella and would never stray off the path of the stuff she knows ended up with a werewolf in a hot shower for some serious naked time.
Really, how can you argue with a frozen hell?
[Preplayed with the fabu need_no_moon. Because we think the meta is funny... And we're also going to enjoy making them flail later.
That they met is FB but the rest is NFB. NFI. OOC okay. Also? Somewhat NSFW-ish.]