Hard Core Sex, Anyone?- Jacob/Leah- PG-13 Ch 3
Chapter 3
Leah's POV
I was staring blankly into my closet wearing only dirty ripped jeans and a bra, but didn't bother to put a shirt on knowing that it would soon be off, most likely ripped to shreds. I sat down cross legged, taking another drag of my cigarette, just thinking. waiting. burning. Knowing he would come soon.
I still don't know why we do it, why we have to fuck each other so hard just to band together the broken pieces of each other. Maybe it's because when Jake bites me so hard I scream and buck against whatever hard surface we are fucking on, when Jake thrusts into me so hard I felt it in my throat and in my finger tips and when I shake beneath him I know he's not pertending I'm Bella beacuse I know he could never hurt her that way and the thing is... not one thought of Sam crosses my mind in those hours of sexual healing and pain because Sam broke every promise he made me except his promise to never hurt me physically. I know this, but why Jacob? The one person at times I want to rip to shreds, tear limb from limb? And the answer came after I took another drag of my cigarette and he walked in and pushed the cigarette from my mouth and came crashing down on me in a explosion of passion, fire, and very very sharp teeth. His rough hands lid my jeans and thong down enough so that I could push them the rest of the way off with my feet and hook my legs around his waist. The reason came to me as he thrust into me and bit smoothly into my shoulder... yeah, so hard I screamed and bucked and shuddered beneath him. I was panting so hard, to hard but his jaw locked, his teeth dug so deep into my skin. My warm blood slid down my back an pooled onto the floor. It hurt. His granite teeth seared my skin and I screamed, I yelped, and I breathed. I breathed in. That is the reason. He hurts me, but I always want more and he'll always come back for more, and this won't be the pain, the bite in my nightmares, but also not in my dreams. This is reality. My nightmares are of cold, souless treeth ,vampire teeth, and my dreams are of kisses because Sam dosen't bite. This is the reason why. I trust Jake to need me, to need to be with me. That makes me happy even though it hurts, even though I scream. I scream so loud. And then...
"Thanks, Jake." I sighed as his teeth left my back. He chuckled and wiped away a tear from my eye. A tear that I had not relized had fallen. A tear in the seiries of tears I knew Jake would always be there to wipe away.
(Some time later) Jacob's POV
Leah sighed, pulling a long sweat shirt over her thong and lounged at the end of her bed, her fingers threading through her hair, pushing it back from her face.
"Leah, don't. Don't sulk, blaming everyone else when you have got no one to blame but yourself." I said pulling myself up against the head board.
"What are you? My psychiatrist?" Leah complained, "God, Jake, get over yourself! Just because you sound poetic and are probaly right dosen't mean that you always are!"
"Poetic? Huh... Anyways, I know that Leah! I'm not always right, but right now I am. Take my advise and talk it out with her. She might understand. You two haven't really talked since... you know." I said.
"I don't want to talk to her." Leah complained.
"Not everything is about what you want, Leah!" I said while rolling my eyes as she started for the door.
"Well, you know what Jake?" Leah said turning back toward me scowling, "In my word, what I want is everything and right now I want Ice Cream so if you'll excuse me!" She kept on scowling as she slip off the edge of her bed again, but I caught her rist and yanked her back.
"You know what I want right now?" I said as a retorical question. I expected her to ignore me and go satisfy her craving, but instead she smiled sourly.
"I can only guess." She smirked as she yanked my hand back and yanked me off the bed, on top of her, on the floor.
Leah's POV
I was staring blankly into my closet wearing only dirty ripped jeans and a bra, but didn't bother to put a shirt on knowing that it would soon be off, most likely ripped to shreds. I sat down cross legged, taking another drag of my cigarette, just thinking. waiting. burning. Knowing he would come soon.
I still don't know why we do it, why we have to fuck each other so hard just to band together the broken pieces of each other. Maybe it's because when Jake bites me so hard I scream and buck against whatever hard surface we are fucking on, when Jake thrusts into me so hard I felt it in my throat and in my finger tips and when I shake beneath him I know he's not pertending I'm Bella beacuse I know he could never hurt her that way and the thing is... not one thought of Sam crosses my mind in those hours of sexual healing and pain because Sam broke every promise he made me except his promise to never hurt me physically. I know this, but why Jacob? The one person at times I want to rip to shreds, tear limb from limb? And the answer came after I took another drag of my cigarette and he walked in and pushed the cigarette from my mouth and came crashing down on me in a explosion of passion, fire, and very very sharp teeth. His rough hands lid my jeans and thong down enough so that I could push them the rest of the way off with my feet and hook my legs around his waist. The reason came to me as he thrust into me and bit smoothly into my shoulder... yeah, so hard I screamed and bucked and shuddered beneath him. I was panting so hard, to hard but his jaw locked, his teeth dug so deep into my skin. My warm blood slid down my back an pooled onto the floor. It hurt. His granite teeth seared my skin and I screamed, I yelped, and I breathed. I breathed in. That is the reason. He hurts me, but I always want more and he'll always come back for more, and this won't be the pain, the bite in my nightmares, but also not in my dreams. This is reality. My nightmares are of cold, souless treeth ,vampire teeth, and my dreams are of kisses because Sam dosen't bite. This is the reason why. I trust Jake to need me, to need to be with me. That makes me happy even though it hurts, even though I scream. I scream so loud. And then...
"Thanks, Jake." I sighed as his teeth left my back. He chuckled and wiped away a tear from my eye. A tear that I had not relized had fallen. A tear in the seiries of tears I knew Jake would always be there to wipe away.
(Some time later) Jacob's POV
Leah sighed, pulling a long sweat shirt over her thong and lounged at the end of her bed, her fingers threading through her hair, pushing it back from her face.
"Leah, don't. Don't sulk, blaming everyone else when you have got no one to blame but yourself." I said pulling myself up against the head board.
"What are you? My psychiatrist?" Leah complained, "God, Jake, get over yourself! Just because you sound poetic and are probaly right dosen't mean that you always are!"
"Poetic? Huh... Anyways, I know that Leah! I'm not always right, but right now I am. Take my advise and talk it out with her. She might understand. You two haven't really talked since... you know." I said.
"I don't want to talk to her." Leah complained.
"Not everything is about what you want, Leah!" I said while rolling my eyes as she started for the door.
"Well, you know what Jake?" Leah said turning back toward me scowling, "In my word, what I want is everything and right now I want Ice Cream so if you'll excuse me!" She kept on scowling as she slip off the edge of her bed again, but I caught her rist and yanked her back.
"You know what I want right now?" I said as a retorical question. I expected her to ignore me and go satisfy her craving, but instead she smiled sourly.
"I can only guess." She smirked as she yanked my hand back and yanked me off the bed, on top of her, on the floor.