Get out of my dreams [And into my car]
[Dare 14] Get involved in somebody else's business
Co-written by idont_fightfair and letme_showyou
Nessie was bored. There was very little in the world worse than a bored Nessie. Obviously, the only option in relieving her boredom was to go bother Jacob who happened to be out in the garage working on the Camaro. She put on a pair of leggings, a long sweater and a coat, slipped her Uggs on then tromped out to the garage. She plugged her ipod into the dock she kept in the garage and then slipped her arms around Jacob from behind in a hug. She pulled away and turned to lean against the car.
"I'm bored," she announced with a suffering sigh. She glanced down at the engine Jacob was working on and then up at him. "Can I help?"
It was one thing for Renesmee to come out and spend time with him while he was working on any given car, but it was something else entirely for her to actually get her hands dirty and work on the engine with him. He stood upright after she hugged him and looked sideways to her, slowly shaking his head. "Uhhh I don't know if that's such a good idea, Nessie. I mean I kind of am at the point where I'm working with intricate parts and it's... you know."
"I can be careful and graceful and my hands are smaller than yours," she points out as she holds one of her hands up, her fingers outspread. "I can help and maybe I'll be a mechanical genius and I can be your assistant. I'll do what you tell me to do. I promise." She looked up at him, twirling one long curl around her finger.
He stared at her for a long moment, that twirl of brunette hair around her finger. Pursing his lips thoughtfully, he finally nodded. He could do this, let her help him in something that had always been his. "Alright. How about you get the tools?" That was helping, right?
Nessie smirked and rolled her eyes. "I was kind of thinking that maybe I could do more than just get the tools. That's fetch and carry. I know how to do that. Let me really help. I'll do what you say and I won't complain about getting dirty. Besides, I thought guys liked girls who know things about cars."
"Sure, sure..." Jacob smirked, grinning lightly as he looked down to beneath the hood of the car as he took the hair tie out of his hair and pulled it back again to put it back in. "Okay, uhm... sure. Let me uhhhh... okay." He picked up a wrench and handed it to Renesmee. "That's a wrench. And there's this nut I've been trying to work off for a few days but it's rusted on. And you have to be careful cause we don't want the bolt to break. Replacing that bolt is gonna be a mess if I have to do it. I mean... I'm probably gonna have to do it anyway but it's more fun to try to do it all without breaking stuff. You know?"
Normally Nessie would pull the hair band holding Jacob's hair back out but she could see the benefit of not having hair in your face for this. Almost as an after thought she dug a hair band out of her coat pocket and bundled her hair up in a messy bun. She slipped out of her coat and draped it over Emmett's jeep before she picked the wrench back up and leaned over the car. Jacob leaned over the hood next to Renesmee and pointed down into a thin, narrow area where the bolt stuck out at a weird angle. "It's right there. See it?"
She bit her bottom lip, dragging it between her teeth and nipping it with one of her fangs as she considered the bolt in question. Her hands were small, teeny tiny in comparison to Jacob's so the wrench and her hand fit pretty easy in the small space. Her brow was still furrowed as she applied a little bit of pressure to the wrench around the nut. She pushed a little harder, mindful of Jacob's warning about breaking the bolt. When the nut started to turn, Renesmee got excited and squealed, dropping the wrench so that it fell through and clattered to the garage floor. That made her laugh.
"Sorry, it turned. A little bit," she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she explained her excitement.
Jacob couldn't help but grin and laugh at Renesmee's reaction to her own accomplishment. He knew that turning it a bit wasn't much, it still had a long way to go and continually got stuck, but it was something. And her laugh always made him smile. The pad of his thumb touched the corner of her lips. "Cute. A little bit."
He crawled down onto the concrete and beneath the car to get the wrench and bring it back up to hold out to Renesmee again. "Want to try again?"
Nessie blushed at his declaration that she was cute. She always had blushed easily and her father was fond of telling her that she'd gotten it from her mother. She nodded at Jacob's question and took the wrench from him then leaned over the car again. It took her a moment to get the wrench around the nut then she started to apply some more pressure, sticking the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she did. The nut turned a little bit then stuck again, making Nessie furrow her brow. She tried to loosen it a little more then stopped, afraid that she was going to break it. She brushed the back of her hand across her cheek, swiping a loose strand of hair back and smearing grease across her skin.
"It moved a little and then stopped," she explained to Jacob.
Moving across the room, Jacob picked up a can of WD-40. "This is a rust and grease remover. So we'll spray a little in the new part you unscrewed." Squinting as he leaned over to get the tip of the applicator in just the right place, Jacob sprayed over the bolt where he could. He pulled the can away and set it on the front bumper. "Okay, try again. Jiggle it a little to see if it loosens up anymore."
Nessie did just as Jacob said, jiggling the wrench around the nut so that it loosened just a bit. She bit the tip of her tongue to keep from squealing. She added a little bit more force to the wrench and got it to turn at least a quarter of a turn.
"Do it again?" Nessie asked. "'cause it's coming a little at a time but slowly."
Again, Jacob sprayed more of the WD-40 on the newly revealed portion of the nut. "There you go." But he found himself really having a hard time watching her progress. Instead he was watching her. And really, he could gauge what was happening with every grin, every wrinkle of her nose, every bite of her lip and every narrowing of her eyes. She was very expressive, but then she always had been. It was kind of beautiful.
This time she got a whole turn and a half out of the nut, bringing a huge smile to her lips. The closer she got it to coming free the more excited she got but she contained it, avoided squealing or jumping, keeping it all concentrated to her smile and her eyes. She looked up at Jacob, the smile still on her face and shining in her eyes. "I've almost got it. So maybe just a little bit more and it might come off." She shoved her hair out of her eyes, leaving another streak of grease across her forehead.
Looking away for only a moment, Jacob sprayed some more on the rusted metal and then looked back up to Renesmee. Part of him wondered how she would react to knowing she had grease marring her features. It was all over her hands and arms too and she hadn't blanched yet. "I think you're gonna get it, Nessie."
She'd watched Jacob work on various cars through the years enough to know that it was greasy, dirty business so she'd expected to get greasy in the process. It was one reason she was wearing a sweater destined for Good Will and leggings that she wouldn't mind being messed up. Granted she wouldn't really want Alice to pop in with her camera right now and preserve it for all time but she didn't mind so much in the moment. "Maybe," she said in response to Jacob's prediction then she leaned over the car again, fit the wrench to the nut and twisted with what she'd decided was just the right amount of pressure. The nut twisted off and clattered to the ground; Nessie whooped and laughed, turning to throw her arms around Jacob, wrench still in hand.
He couldn't help it. Jacob whooped too when Renesmee did and circled his arms around her waist. He lifted her up and spun her around as he had so often over the years when she was overtly excited. But when he set her back down after the twirl, the wrench tapped him lightly on the back of his head. He winced, drawing a quick breath through his teeth and lifting one hand to rub the back of his head. "Ouch."
"Oooooh, I'm sorry," Nessie said quickly. She laid the wrench down, grabbed the grease rag draped over the frame of the car and wiped her hands on it quickly. She tugged him down so her hand could go to the back of his head, nimble fingers undoing the band holding his hair back so that it fell free and curly around his face. She pouted as she rubbed her fingers in little circles over the small lump there, moving to climb on the car's bumper, using Jacob's shoulders for leverage. She leaned in and kissed the lump on his head then the back of his neck. "Better?" she whispered, her lips not quite brushing his skin. Her fingers still tangled through his hair.
Jacob dipped his head for Renesmee as she massaged the back of his head. His hair fell in a curtain around his face. He nodded and slowly looked up so that he didn't bump her. "Better. And hey, you're a mechanic." He reached up to brush some of the grease from her face only to smear more with his dirty hands. "Oops, grease."
Nessie grinned and shook her head."Nope. I'm just a mechanic's assistant." She wrinkled her nose at his comment about the grease then laughed and smeared some across his cheek. "I think we'll probably come clean in the shower." She was the one leaning down a little since she was standing on the bumper of the car when she pressed a kiss to his mouth. "You should let me assist more often though," she told him teasingly.
"Sure sure. You're gonna have to come up with more hand me downs or wear some of my clothes." Jacob commented, leaning up to kiss her in return. "Go on, go take a shower, Nessie."
Nessie laughed at the comment about Jacob's clothes. "Your shirts maybe. Your pants would swallow me whole," she told him as she jumped down from the bumper and grabbed her coat from where she'd laid it. She slipped it on and looked up at him. "Okay. I'll shower, steal one of your shirts and wait for you in the living room. I think movies and popcorn are necessary." She scampered out of the garage toward the house already thinking ahead to what movie they'd watch.
Co-written by idont_fightfair and letme_showyou
Nessie was bored. There was very little in the world worse than a bored Nessie. Obviously, the only option in relieving her boredom was to go bother Jacob who happened to be out in the garage working on the Camaro. She put on a pair of leggings, a long sweater and a coat, slipped her Uggs on then tromped out to the garage. She plugged her ipod into the dock she kept in the garage and then slipped her arms around Jacob from behind in a hug. She pulled away and turned to lean against the car.
"I'm bored," she announced with a suffering sigh. She glanced down at the engine Jacob was working on and then up at him. "Can I help?"
It was one thing for Renesmee to come out and spend time with him while he was working on any given car, but it was something else entirely for her to actually get her hands dirty and work on the engine with him. He stood upright after she hugged him and looked sideways to her, slowly shaking his head. "Uhhh I don't know if that's such a good idea, Nessie. I mean I kind of am at the point where I'm working with intricate parts and it's... you know."
"I can be careful and graceful and my hands are smaller than yours," she points out as she holds one of her hands up, her fingers outspread. "I can help and maybe I'll be a mechanical genius and I can be your assistant. I'll do what you tell me to do. I promise." She looked up at him, twirling one long curl around her finger.
He stared at her for a long moment, that twirl of brunette hair around her finger. Pursing his lips thoughtfully, he finally nodded. He could do this, let her help him in something that had always been his. "Alright. How about you get the tools?" That was helping, right?
Nessie smirked and rolled her eyes. "I was kind of thinking that maybe I could do more than just get the tools. That's fetch and carry. I know how to do that. Let me really help. I'll do what you say and I won't complain about getting dirty. Besides, I thought guys liked girls who know things about cars."
"Sure, sure..." Jacob smirked, grinning lightly as he looked down to beneath the hood of the car as he took the hair tie out of his hair and pulled it back again to put it back in. "Okay, uhm... sure. Let me uhhhh... okay." He picked up a wrench and handed it to Renesmee. "That's a wrench. And there's this nut I've been trying to work off for a few days but it's rusted on. And you have to be careful cause we don't want the bolt to break. Replacing that bolt is gonna be a mess if I have to do it. I mean... I'm probably gonna have to do it anyway but it's more fun to try to do it all without breaking stuff. You know?"
Normally Nessie would pull the hair band holding Jacob's hair back out but she could see the benefit of not having hair in your face for this. Almost as an after thought she dug a hair band out of her coat pocket and bundled her hair up in a messy bun. She slipped out of her coat and draped it over Emmett's jeep before she picked the wrench back up and leaned over the car. Jacob leaned over the hood next to Renesmee and pointed down into a thin, narrow area where the bolt stuck out at a weird angle. "It's right there. See it?"
She bit her bottom lip, dragging it between her teeth and nipping it with one of her fangs as she considered the bolt in question. Her hands were small, teeny tiny in comparison to Jacob's so the wrench and her hand fit pretty easy in the small space. Her brow was still furrowed as she applied a little bit of pressure to the wrench around the nut. She pushed a little harder, mindful of Jacob's warning about breaking the bolt. When the nut started to turn, Renesmee got excited and squealed, dropping the wrench so that it fell through and clattered to the garage floor. That made her laugh.
"Sorry, it turned. A little bit," she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she explained her excitement.
Jacob couldn't help but grin and laugh at Renesmee's reaction to her own accomplishment. He knew that turning it a bit wasn't much, it still had a long way to go and continually got stuck, but it was something. And her laugh always made him smile. The pad of his thumb touched the corner of her lips. "Cute. A little bit."
He crawled down onto the concrete and beneath the car to get the wrench and bring it back up to hold out to Renesmee again. "Want to try again?"
Nessie blushed at his declaration that she was cute. She always had blushed easily and her father was fond of telling her that she'd gotten it from her mother. She nodded at Jacob's question and took the wrench from him then leaned over the car again. It took her a moment to get the wrench around the nut then she started to apply some more pressure, sticking the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she did. The nut turned a little bit then stuck again, making Nessie furrow her brow. She tried to loosen it a little more then stopped, afraid that she was going to break it. She brushed the back of her hand across her cheek, swiping a loose strand of hair back and smearing grease across her skin.
"It moved a little and then stopped," she explained to Jacob.
Moving across the room, Jacob picked up a can of WD-40. "This is a rust and grease remover. So we'll spray a little in the new part you unscrewed." Squinting as he leaned over to get the tip of the applicator in just the right place, Jacob sprayed over the bolt where he could. He pulled the can away and set it on the front bumper. "Okay, try again. Jiggle it a little to see if it loosens up anymore."
Nessie did just as Jacob said, jiggling the wrench around the nut so that it loosened just a bit. She bit the tip of her tongue to keep from squealing. She added a little bit more force to the wrench and got it to turn at least a quarter of a turn.
"Do it again?" Nessie asked. "'cause it's coming a little at a time but slowly."
Again, Jacob sprayed more of the WD-40 on the newly revealed portion of the nut. "There you go." But he found himself really having a hard time watching her progress. Instead he was watching her. And really, he could gauge what was happening with every grin, every wrinkle of her nose, every bite of her lip and every narrowing of her eyes. She was very expressive, but then she always had been. It was kind of beautiful.
This time she got a whole turn and a half out of the nut, bringing a huge smile to her lips. The closer she got it to coming free the more excited she got but she contained it, avoided squealing or jumping, keeping it all concentrated to her smile and her eyes. She looked up at Jacob, the smile still on her face and shining in her eyes. "I've almost got it. So maybe just a little bit more and it might come off." She shoved her hair out of her eyes, leaving another streak of grease across her forehead.
Looking away for only a moment, Jacob sprayed some more on the rusted metal and then looked back up to Renesmee. Part of him wondered how she would react to knowing she had grease marring her features. It was all over her hands and arms too and she hadn't blanched yet. "I think you're gonna get it, Nessie."
She'd watched Jacob work on various cars through the years enough to know that it was greasy, dirty business so she'd expected to get greasy in the process. It was one reason she was wearing a sweater destined for Good Will and leggings that she wouldn't mind being messed up. Granted she wouldn't really want Alice to pop in with her camera right now and preserve it for all time but she didn't mind so much in the moment. "Maybe," she said in response to Jacob's prediction then she leaned over the car again, fit the wrench to the nut and twisted with what she'd decided was just the right amount of pressure. The nut twisted off and clattered to the ground; Nessie whooped and laughed, turning to throw her arms around Jacob, wrench still in hand.
He couldn't help it. Jacob whooped too when Renesmee did and circled his arms around her waist. He lifted her up and spun her around as he had so often over the years when she was overtly excited. But when he set her back down after the twirl, the wrench tapped him lightly on the back of his head. He winced, drawing a quick breath through his teeth and lifting one hand to rub the back of his head. "Ouch."
"Oooooh, I'm sorry," Nessie said quickly. She laid the wrench down, grabbed the grease rag draped over the frame of the car and wiped her hands on it quickly. She tugged him down so her hand could go to the back of his head, nimble fingers undoing the band holding his hair back so that it fell free and curly around his face. She pouted as she rubbed her fingers in little circles over the small lump there, moving to climb on the car's bumper, using Jacob's shoulders for leverage. She leaned in and kissed the lump on his head then the back of his neck. "Better?" she whispered, her lips not quite brushing his skin. Her fingers still tangled through his hair.
Jacob dipped his head for Renesmee as she massaged the back of his head. His hair fell in a curtain around his face. He nodded and slowly looked up so that he didn't bump her. "Better. And hey, you're a mechanic." He reached up to brush some of the grease from her face only to smear more with his dirty hands. "Oops, grease."
Nessie grinned and shook her head."Nope. I'm just a mechanic's assistant." She wrinkled her nose at his comment about the grease then laughed and smeared some across his cheek. "I think we'll probably come clean in the shower." She was the one leaning down a little since she was standing on the bumper of the car when she pressed a kiss to his mouth. "You should let me assist more often though," she told him teasingly.
"Sure sure. You're gonna have to come up with more hand me downs or wear some of my clothes." Jacob commented, leaning up to kiss her in return. "Go on, go take a shower, Nessie."
Nessie laughed at the comment about Jacob's clothes. "Your shirts maybe. Your pants would swallow me whole," she told him as she jumped down from the bumper and grabbed her coat from where she'd laid it. She slipped it on and looked up at him. "Okay. I'll shower, steal one of your shirts and wait for you in the living room. I think movies and popcorn are necessary." She scampered out of the garage toward the house already thinking ahead to what movie they'd watch.