The J/B Smut Prompts, Holiday Edition: Part 7
Title: The J/B Smut Prompts, Holiday Edition: Part 7
Author: audreyii_fic
Fandom: Twilight (Team Jacob)
Rating: mostly M (for teh sex), but some K and T
Characters: Jacob/Bella
Genre: Romance/Humor, Romance/Angst, or just plain Romance
banner courtesy of sarahtomas
Summary:
Once again, TATSonians have been kind enough to provide me with some prompts of... uh... warming holiday cheer. Jacob and Bella get to spend their winter together in various positions formats. ( Click here for Part 1.) ( Click here for Part 2.) ( Click here for Part 3.) ( Click here for Part 4.) ( Click here for Part 5.) ( Click here for Part 6.)
The following comes with my standard disclaimer: These prompts have been written on the fly with next to no editing. Don't take any of it too seriously.
gypseian : Bella and Jake share their first real kiss at a New Year's party after a lot of interrupted attempts. The kiss is so fantastic that they decide greenlight another first, which also becomes interrupted. (Bonus points if they stop giving a fuck lol) / willow2883 : New Moon period Jake & Bells at a New Years Eve party both worrying about the traditional midnight kiss and how they're going to handle it.
Three times Jacob Black was too late to kiss Bella Swan on New Year's Eve and one time he wasn't.
[multiple eras. Romance/Angst. R-ish.]
A/N: Inspired by the prompts, but not entirely based on them.
December 31st, 1991 -- Billy
Billy watched as his son -- nearly two, and precocious in an almost worrying way -- kept hovering around Charlie's daughter.
Jake was a sucker for women, that much was already obvious. He loved his daddy but only his mother was allowed to tuck him in every night; he trailed after his sisters like a lost puppy no matter how many times they teased him or left him behind. Whenever the kid went to a store he'd light up at any girl who passed by, and whatever their age -- six or sixty -- they'd stop to coo over the toddler with the happy grin and the big brown eyes.
No doubt about it: one day Jacob would break hearts, and he was so sweet (God he was all Sarah, from looks to demeanor to sunshine, if it wasn't for the Y chromosome and the occasional flashes of the Black family temper Billy would assume his wife had just somehow cloned herself) that he'd never know he was doing it. Sarah was already joking about sitting on the front porch with a shotgun. She'd probably need to, when the time came. Good thing she could shoot a needle off a spruce at thirty paces.
Interestingly, Bella Swan wasn't paying Jacob the slightest bit of notice. (She'd been in town for a week with her mother, spending her days with Charlie but staying with Renee in the motel at night. Billy still wanted to spit whenever he heard that bitch's name, the woman who'd ripped his best friend's heart from his chest and turned him into a zombie until a few well-placed blows to the jaw had woken him up.) Billy had yet to hear Bella speak and he wasn't sure Charlie had, either. The sullen little thing just kept staring at her hands. Charlie brought her over for New Year's Eve hoping the twins might draw her out of her shell, but it hadn't worked. Rachel and Rebecca lived in their own world together and had no time for even their parents or their brother, let alone some baby four year old when they were five and big girls now. (Thank God they at least got along with Harry's Leah or otherwise they'd be completely maladjusted.)
Billy's daughters might not care about Bella, but his son wanted her attention, and badly. Jacob kept bringing over objects from his weird little collection of treasures -- an empty peanut butter jar, a feather, an old spring -- and setting them on the couch next to her. He even brought her one of his precious chocolate chip cookies. This was big.
Sarah was frowning. "He better grow out of that," she muttered to Billy as Jake diligently searched the toy box for something else to offer the silent pale girl.
"Grow out of what?"
"Wanting the one who doesn't want him."
Billy rolled his eyes. Sarah worried too much, especially about Jake. "He's a baby, honey, I think he'll be fine."
"I don't know. I've got a bad feeling." (She also put too much stock in her bad feelings, in Billy's opinion. Once she had a nightmare about screeching metal and clung crying to his side all night. He hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.) "It's just... there in him, don't you see it?"
"No," Billy said firmly, "I don't." Suddenly he realized the room was alarmingly silent. That wasn't good. "Where are the girls?"
On cue, he heard a crash down the hall.
"Rachel and Rebecca Black," Sarah called as she jumped to her feet, "I swear if you've broken one more thing..." She strode into the twins' bedroom, and a moment later her Mom-Tone (along with two identical voices protesting innocence) was muffled by the slamming door.
Charlie looked a little shell-shocked (as he always did about parenting things), but Billy just shrugged. "Shouldn't've given them Dr. Pepper," he explained.
"Oh," was Charlie's only response. Then he glanced down at his daughter, and Billy could practically read the thought bubble over his head that read Did Bella drink any soda? Was I not supposed to let her? Is Renee going to yell at me?
The ball was starting to descend on TV, visible even through the bad reception. "Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!"
New Yorkers shouted the countdown on the screen. Sarah wanted to go to New York, but Billy thought it looked like hell. Too many damn people.
"Five! Four! Three!"
The girls were going to miss it, but at least Jake would see. It was way past his bedtime but the excitement -- and cookies -- had kept him up.
"Two! One! Happy New Year!"
The TV was suddenly full of drunk people practically making out in the street. Both Bella and Jake watched with looks of fascination. Billy smothered a laugh and wondered if that much tongue was kid-appropriate.
Then Jacob was making another bee-line for the sofa and the girl who hadn't noticed him at all. Just like Charlie, the kid's thoughts were almost visible: Oh! Like that! But he tripped over his too-big footed pajamas, and by the time he made it past the coffee table Bella had stood up on the couch cushion and solemnly pressed her lips to Charlie's cheek. "Happy New Year, Dad."
Charlie blushed right to the roots of his hair. "Happy New Year, kiddo," he said gruffly, giving her an awkward hug.
Maybe there was hope yet. Billy felt almost in the holiday spirit -- his best friend just kept getting the short end of the stick but maybe now things would turn around -- until he caught sight of the crestfallen expression on Jake's face.
Sarah was right. You could see it.
Suddenly his wife was there, wrapping her arms around him from the side. "Happy New Year," she whispered. He smiled and bent to kiss her; her lips were as sweet as they always were. When they separated a moment later she murmured, "The girls are grounded forever."
"Okay."
December 31st, 2005 -- Rachel
"What the hell is wrong with her?" Rachel muttered to Jacob. They were watching Bella Swan from the other side of Charlie's living room, the two of them eating potato chips like they were going out of style and waiting for the ball to drop and bring in another fucking year. Bella was not eating potato chips. Bella was staring at the wall and had barely twitched for the last two hours. "I mean, I know her boyfriend dumped her, but seriously. This is creepy." Was the girl even blinking?
"You don't know how it's been," Jacob replied quietly. "She's not good. Charlie's really worried."
"Hmph."
Rachel didn't like coming home for the holidays. Hell, she didn't like coming home at all quite frankly, which is why this was only her second visit since starting school three semesters ago. She'd stopped seeing Mom everywhere (it took awhile but the pain finally worn down to a dull ache) but now it was Rebecca who was gone, Rebecca she kept expecting to appear over her shoulder in the mirror. Rebecca who was blissfully happy in Hawaii with a surfer who'd become her husband ten days after they'd first met. Rebecca who she hadn't seen in a year and a half.
They say that after a limb gets cut off the patient can still feel it throbbing.
Her mother is gone.
Her twin doesn't appear over her shoulder in the mirror.
So Rachel had no sympathy for Bella Swan and her pity party.
Charlie and Billy talked quietly, and every now and then Charlie glanced over at his daughter. Charlie was older than Rachel remembered him; he'd gone a little gray and the bags under his eyes looked permanent. Charlie, now, him Rachel felt bad for. Charlie had been there after the car accident in his own rough way. It was Charlie who took Rebecca to band practice and Rachel to basketball games while Dad learned to drive the new truck (he was in the wheelchair six months after Mom died, she'd always told him what to eat and when to take his insulin and he didn't know how to do it for himself, not without her, he never did learn and finally Jacob took over). Charlie had been a regular in their lives before but after he was greater, important, a mainstay, something that hadn't changed. If it had been a strain Charlie had never shown it to them.
Charlie was showing strain now.
Rachel hated Bella.
Jacob obviously didn't, and that made her hate Bella more. He watched Charlie's daughter in a way that her baby brother shouldn't be watching a girl (only two years younger than when Rebecca got married though only two years) and Rachel didn't like it at all.
"What if I kissed her?" Jake said suddenly.
Rachel blinked. "Huh?"
"At midnight." His eyes were on the white girl as he spoke. "Maybe she'd wake up. You know, fairy tales and stuff."
Oh, fuck no. "You're an idiot," she snapped. "Always a baby, baby brother."
Jacob stopped looking at Bella long enough to glare at his sister. Rachel felt the tiniest shiver. For the week she'd been home she'd seen the beginnings of something new in Jake, an authority that hadn't been there the on the last visit. But he was growing up, right? That was natural. Even if he had no business growing up without her permission, none. "It was just a thought," he snapped at her. (Six months ago his words would have been petulant. Now they sounded almost menacing.)
"Show me some respect," she snapped back. "I can still kick your skinny ass, you know."
Jacob still glared... but only for a moment. Then he started to laugh, that sunny laugh just like their mother used to have and it helps and hurts every time Rachel hears it. "I don't think so," he said, younger, tension diffused. "I'm a lot taller than you now."
"But still skinnier." She elbowed him in the ribs.
"Only 'cause you've put on the freshman fifteen. And the sophomore twenty." That earned him another elbow. (She did need to diet though, or buy new pants. Of course she'd lost thirty after Rebecca left, so she was really only five pounds over her graduation weight now. Still.) "Ow," he whined, rubbing his side like he did when he was eight. "Quit it."
"Then quit being such a dork."
"Only if you stop being such a meanie."
"We'll see." Not likely.
Then Jacob started watching Bella Swan again. When he was little the dork used to climb trees to put baby birds back in nests. They usually died anyway (too bruised and broken from the impact) but Rachel and Rebecca would sometimes wake up early in the morning to bury them so that Jake wouldn't know; it was so annoying to watch him cry because he hadn't found the birds earlier, which he thought was why they were dead. They could never make him understand that just because the birds still moved on the ground didn't mean the fall hadn't killed them.
Rachel knew that Bella Swan had been killed by the fall. And she really, really wanted to just bury the whiner in the backyard. But Rebecca was always the one who remembered where they'd left the shovel.
She hadn't answered Rebecca's phone call on Christmas.
"Shit," Jake swore under his breath. Rachel realized he was looking somewhere other than Charlie's daughter -- he was looking at the clock. 12:06. New Year's had come and gone without anyone noticing. He'd missed his chance.
Good, she thought savagely. "Happy New Year, dork," she said out loud.
"Happy New Year." Jacob gave her a one-armed hug, and his body was harder than she remembered. She still knew her brother. He'd missed his chance this time but if he got another opportunity he was going to rescue Bella Swan.
Well, once in awhile the baby birds did live.
Rachel would still prefer to bury her.
December 31st, 2006 -- Sam
Sometimes Sam wasn't sure Jacob hadn't imprinted on Bella.
It was hard for Sam to read his own mind with regards to Emily, figure out what the imprint would look like from the outside. But he could at least observe it in Jared and Quil, the way that there was a constant pull like a tether anchoring them in place. How every spare thought went to Kim and Claire.
Quil was always filled with brotherly pride, astonished by the way Claire had learned to color inside the lines, convinced that she was the smartest kid ever to walk the earth.
Jared usually thought about how Kim gave head. (From what the Pack had seen, he was right to think about it. The girl was really good.)
It was different with Jacob though. He could focus on other things; that pull wasn't in evidence. But like Quil and Jared his thoughts always circled back to bella bella bella, a steady thrum underneath everything else. No one else in the Pack was in love (the closest was Leah and Sam not going to focus on that) so there was no way to compare love-thoughts to imprint-thoughts. The nature of Jacob Black's feelings for Bella Swan remained a mystery.
Either way, Jacob was by far the biggest pain in the ass about it.
C'mon, Sam, let me go.
No.
Fifteen minutes. Tops.
No.
Just fifteen minutes.
No.
Goddamn it, Sam--
No.
I just want to--
No.
Being Alpha came with certain privileges. Sam's thoughts had a lot more privacy than everyone else's. So no one could see that he was starting to fantasize about bashing Jacob's skull in with a rock.
Jacob didn't have the same luxury, and what he wanted was getting broadcast to the rest of the Pack. That bella bella bella thrum, like a heartbeat. He was picturing the New Year's party back at Emily's (maybe she's been drinking don't want her drunk of course not but just a little tipsy) the ball dropping on TV (ten nine eight seven six five four three two one) smiling at the girl (good mood happy mood hopeful mood) then kissing her (not too hard not too soft not friendly not friendly at all) judging her reaction (won't let her hide this time she's ready even if she doesn't know it i do i know she is) everything changing the way he'd been hoping (love her love her bella bella bella love you honey) a great plan but it wouldn't work if he wasn't there (let me go fifteen minutes why patrolling anyway don't need to not fair just fifteen minutes bella bella bella--)
A big rock. Right on his head. He'd heal. Probably.
Shut up, Jake, Paul snarled. None of the others were in sight, but they weren't far. Paul, Leah, Jacob. Quite possibly the most irritating group he could have chosen, but sometimes that's just how things work out. I'm so sick of listening to your bullshit.
Jacob's thoughts coalesced back into coherence. No, you shut up. Just 'cause you don't have anyone--
And you do? Last I checked you were the Mayor of Friendville.
An wordless wave of anger and frustration washed over them all.
Cool it, Sam ordered. He sniffed the ground carefully -- no trace of leech stink, but that was no guarantee. The lands had to be protected. This'll go faster if you stop behaving like children.
Not fast enough, Jacob grumbled. It'll be way past midnight by the time we finish. Please, Sam, fifteen minutes and then I'll be right back--
No.
Oh, let the brat leave, Sam. Leah's mental voice was bitter and a little weary. She'd been suspiciously quiet for the last hour or so. He'll never stop yapping otherwise.
Leah had better control over her thoughts than anyone other than Sam, but even she couldn't keep it together all the time-- (can't stand listening can't stand it don't want to listen to him love her did you think of me like this sam maybe you never did at all hate sam hate emily hate jacob hate bella fucking hate you all hurts too much to listen--)
Go, Sam snapped. Fifteen minutes.
Jacob practically flew back to Emily's. A moment later his thoughts vanished; he'd phased back into human form. The three of them gave a mental sigh of relief.
Bad precedent. That was Paul. Sam ignored him.
Sam wasn't being vindictive. He wasn't. Responsibilities were responsibilities. And after all, it wasn't like he wouldn't like to be with Emily tonight, kissing her soft mouth, trailing his lips over her scars so that she would know she was still beautiful, she was never anything but beautiful. But he was out here in the woods, doing what he had to do. And by the way doing it twice as often as anyone else. Because he was Alpha. And he was Alpha because Jacob didn't want to be. Jacob got to choose not to be Alpha. Jacob got to choose to love Bella. Jacob had everything in the fucking world and he could miss one evening, damn it.
But Sam could never listen to Leah in pain, not when he had the power to make it stop. That hadn't changed. So he'd set the bad precedent.
No more exceptions, though.
Jacob was back in ten minutes, not fifteen. No happiness came from him, only depression and disappointment. In his mind they saw Emily cleaning up from the party, most of the guests gone but Quil and Embry sticking around to help out (and finish the bottles of champagne). The clock reading 12:24. Bella bella bella bella asleep on the couch, her hair a little tangled, her feet tucked under the back sofa cushion, her arms wrapped around a throw pillow.
Thanks, Sam. Not even angry. Just resentful.
Happy New Year, Sam replied.
And, yeah, even though he wasn't being vindictive (i'm not i'm not yes i am it isn't fair it shouldn't be me) he felt guilty.
December 31st, 2007 -- Bella
Bella often felt like Jacob Black had always been inside her -- under her skin then on her mind then in her heart. She knew intellectually that there had been a time when that wasn't the case, but it was almost impossible to remember, like a strange dream that seemed real at the time but was ridiculous once you woke up. It took a long time (longer than it should have probably) but Bella Swan woke up.
Jacob Black was inside Bella Swan in a lot of ways, but she liked it most when he was inside her like this.
She lived in Port Angeles now, attending community college until she saved up enough money for university (the fewer student loans the better), working at the coffee shop two blocks from her apartment. A one bedroom apartment. She lived alone, but only temporarily.
Jacob would be graduating in six months.
Sometimes she still felt just the littlest bit dirty about their age difference, but not right now.
He'd let himself into her apartment (he had a key of course he had a key, she'd given him a key the day she moved in) and the sound of the opening door had pulled her from a heavy sleep. The shop had stayed open three hours later than usual; everyone wanted a double espresso on New Year's Eve. After a ten hour shift it was all Bella could do to take off her clothes before dropping onto the mattress. go 2 party w/o me, she'd texted Jacob. 2 tired. love you. She was unconscious moments later.
He'd come into her room and whispered, "Hey, honey," and the springs creaked as he slid into bed with her. His hands had been soft and hot and roamed freely, as they had for the past ten months and hopefully would forever.
"Hey," she'd replied, smiling drowsily. "Are you missing the party?"
"Yeah." His mouth had brushed gently across the back of her neck. "I'd rather be here."
Then she'd rolled into his arms and now they were doing this, her body draped over his, kissing his bare chest as he held her hips steady. They could get kind of wild sometimes (as the occasional annoyed note slipped under her door pointed out) but this wasn't one of those nights. They made love lazily, Jacob pushing up into her, inside always inside. Her climax was a slow build, not an explosion but soft waves, one that left her sighing against his throat. He was a little less quiet -- well, he'd been a lot more awake, after all -- choking on her name and a few choice swear words as he thrust raggedly at the end before pulling her down onto him hard and pulsing against her sensitive flesh.
She'd gone on the pill months ago. She hated barriers. There'd already been too many and she was done with that.
He was kissing the side of her face; she was already starting to fall asleep again. "Staying the night?" she murmured, settling down onto him, not ready to slide off yet.
"Yeah. Dad can just deal." Billy wasn't wild about how his son was half-living with his best friend's daughter, but as long as it was only on weekends and never more than one night at a time he'd learned to live with it. Or at least keep his grumblings to himself and Charlie. "Assuming you want me to, of course."
"I always want you to," she said. Then she yawned.
"Good." Jacob started playing with her hair, maybe hoping for round two. Playing with her hair usually worked, but she was really tired, and there was always tomorrow morning.
She turned her head, settling further into his embrace. And she caught sight of the clock. 12:00. "Hey, look."
Jake followed her gaze. "Oh, look at that."
"Happy New Year." She raised herself up just enough to kiss him softly. His hand tangled deeper in her hair as she did. "That brings good luck, right?"
"Eh, whatever. Don't need it. Happy New Year, honey."
The end.
A/N: And this is it for the Holiday Smut Prompts. (There were a few others I was hoping to get to, but I'm tapped out, sorry. But twelve is pretty good, I'd say.) Thanks for giving me such good stuff to work with, it's been lots of fun. Happy Holidays :)
Author: audreyii_fic
Fandom: Twilight (Team Jacob)
Rating: mostly M (for teh sex), but some K and T
Characters: Jacob/Bella
Genre: Romance/Humor, Romance/Angst, or just plain Romance
banner courtesy of sarahtomas
Summary:
Once again, TATSonians have been kind enough to provide me with some prompts of... uh... warming holiday cheer. Jacob and Bella get to spend their winter together in various positions formats. ( Click here for Part 1.) ( Click here for Part 2.) ( Click here for Part 3.) ( Click here for Part 4.) ( Click here for Part 5.) ( Click here for Part 6.)
The following comes with my standard disclaimer: These prompts have been written on the fly with next to no editing. Don't take any of it too seriously.
gypseian : Bella and Jake share their first real kiss at a New Year's party after a lot of interrupted attempts. The kiss is so fantastic that they decide greenlight another first, which also becomes interrupted. (Bonus points if they stop giving a fuck lol) / willow2883 : New Moon period Jake & Bells at a New Years Eve party both worrying about the traditional midnight kiss and how they're going to handle it.
Three times Jacob Black was too late to kiss Bella Swan on New Year's Eve and one time he wasn't.
[multiple eras. Romance/Angst. R-ish.]
A/N: Inspired by the prompts, but not entirely based on them.
December 31st, 1991 -- Billy
Billy watched as his son -- nearly two, and precocious in an almost worrying way -- kept hovering around Charlie's daughter.
Jake was a sucker for women, that much was already obvious. He loved his daddy but only his mother was allowed to tuck him in every night; he trailed after his sisters like a lost puppy no matter how many times they teased him or left him behind. Whenever the kid went to a store he'd light up at any girl who passed by, and whatever their age -- six or sixty -- they'd stop to coo over the toddler with the happy grin and the big brown eyes.
No doubt about it: one day Jacob would break hearts, and he was so sweet (God he was all Sarah, from looks to demeanor to sunshine, if it wasn't for the Y chromosome and the occasional flashes of the Black family temper Billy would assume his wife had just somehow cloned herself) that he'd never know he was doing it. Sarah was already joking about sitting on the front porch with a shotgun. She'd probably need to, when the time came. Good thing she could shoot a needle off a spruce at thirty paces.
Interestingly, Bella Swan wasn't paying Jacob the slightest bit of notice. (She'd been in town for a week with her mother, spending her days with Charlie but staying with Renee in the motel at night. Billy still wanted to spit whenever he heard that bitch's name, the woman who'd ripped his best friend's heart from his chest and turned him into a zombie until a few well-placed blows to the jaw had woken him up.) Billy had yet to hear Bella speak and he wasn't sure Charlie had, either. The sullen little thing just kept staring at her hands. Charlie brought her over for New Year's Eve hoping the twins might draw her out of her shell, but it hadn't worked. Rachel and Rebecca lived in their own world together and had no time for even their parents or their brother, let alone some baby four year old when they were five and big girls now. (Thank God they at least got along with Harry's Leah or otherwise they'd be completely maladjusted.)
Billy's daughters might not care about Bella, but his son wanted her attention, and badly. Jacob kept bringing over objects from his weird little collection of treasures -- an empty peanut butter jar, a feather, an old spring -- and setting them on the couch next to her. He even brought her one of his precious chocolate chip cookies. This was big.
Sarah was frowning. "He better grow out of that," she muttered to Billy as Jake diligently searched the toy box for something else to offer the silent pale girl.
"Grow out of what?"
"Wanting the one who doesn't want him."
Billy rolled his eyes. Sarah worried too much, especially about Jake. "He's a baby, honey, I think he'll be fine."
"I don't know. I've got a bad feeling." (She also put too much stock in her bad feelings, in Billy's opinion. Once she had a nightmare about screeching metal and clung crying to his side all night. He hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.) "It's just... there in him, don't you see it?"
"No," Billy said firmly, "I don't." Suddenly he realized the room was alarmingly silent. That wasn't good. "Where are the girls?"
On cue, he heard a crash down the hall.
"Rachel and Rebecca Black," Sarah called as she jumped to her feet, "I swear if you've broken one more thing..." She strode into the twins' bedroom, and a moment later her Mom-Tone (along with two identical voices protesting innocence) was muffled by the slamming door.
Charlie looked a little shell-shocked (as he always did about parenting things), but Billy just shrugged. "Shouldn't've given them Dr. Pepper," he explained.
"Oh," was Charlie's only response. Then he glanced down at his daughter, and Billy could practically read the thought bubble over his head that read Did Bella drink any soda? Was I not supposed to let her? Is Renee going to yell at me?
The ball was starting to descend on TV, visible even through the bad reception. "Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!"
New Yorkers shouted the countdown on the screen. Sarah wanted to go to New York, but Billy thought it looked like hell. Too many damn people.
"Five! Four! Three!"
The girls were going to miss it, but at least Jake would see. It was way past his bedtime but the excitement -- and cookies -- had kept him up.
"Two! One! Happy New Year!"
The TV was suddenly full of drunk people practically making out in the street. Both Bella and Jake watched with looks of fascination. Billy smothered a laugh and wondered if that much tongue was kid-appropriate.
Then Jacob was making another bee-line for the sofa and the girl who hadn't noticed him at all. Just like Charlie, the kid's thoughts were almost visible: Oh! Like that! But he tripped over his too-big footed pajamas, and by the time he made it past the coffee table Bella had stood up on the couch cushion and solemnly pressed her lips to Charlie's cheek. "Happy New Year, Dad."
Charlie blushed right to the roots of his hair. "Happy New Year, kiddo," he said gruffly, giving her an awkward hug.
Maybe there was hope yet. Billy felt almost in the holiday spirit -- his best friend just kept getting the short end of the stick but maybe now things would turn around -- until he caught sight of the crestfallen expression on Jake's face.
Sarah was right. You could see it.
Suddenly his wife was there, wrapping her arms around him from the side. "Happy New Year," she whispered. He smiled and bent to kiss her; her lips were as sweet as they always were. When they separated a moment later she murmured, "The girls are grounded forever."
"Okay."
December 31st, 2005 -- Rachel
"What the hell is wrong with her?" Rachel muttered to Jacob. They were watching Bella Swan from the other side of Charlie's living room, the two of them eating potato chips like they were going out of style and waiting for the ball to drop and bring in another fucking year. Bella was not eating potato chips. Bella was staring at the wall and had barely twitched for the last two hours. "I mean, I know her boyfriend dumped her, but seriously. This is creepy." Was the girl even blinking?
"You don't know how it's been," Jacob replied quietly. "She's not good. Charlie's really worried."
"Hmph."
Rachel didn't like coming home for the holidays. Hell, she didn't like coming home at all quite frankly, which is why this was only her second visit since starting school three semesters ago. She'd stopped seeing Mom everywhere (it took awhile but the pain finally worn down to a dull ache) but now it was Rebecca who was gone, Rebecca she kept expecting to appear over her shoulder in the mirror. Rebecca who was blissfully happy in Hawaii with a surfer who'd become her husband ten days after they'd first met. Rebecca who she hadn't seen in a year and a half.
They say that after a limb gets cut off the patient can still feel it throbbing.
Her mother is gone.
Her twin doesn't appear over her shoulder in the mirror.
So Rachel had no sympathy for Bella Swan and her pity party.
Charlie and Billy talked quietly, and every now and then Charlie glanced over at his daughter. Charlie was older than Rachel remembered him; he'd gone a little gray and the bags under his eyes looked permanent. Charlie, now, him Rachel felt bad for. Charlie had been there after the car accident in his own rough way. It was Charlie who took Rebecca to band practice and Rachel to basketball games while Dad learned to drive the new truck (he was in the wheelchair six months after Mom died, she'd always told him what to eat and when to take his insulin and he didn't know how to do it for himself, not without her, he never did learn and finally Jacob took over). Charlie had been a regular in their lives before but after he was greater, important, a mainstay, something that hadn't changed. If it had been a strain Charlie had never shown it to them.
Charlie was showing strain now.
Rachel hated Bella.
Jacob obviously didn't, and that made her hate Bella more. He watched Charlie's daughter in a way that her baby brother shouldn't be watching a girl (only two years younger than when Rebecca got married though only two years) and Rachel didn't like it at all.
"What if I kissed her?" Jake said suddenly.
Rachel blinked. "Huh?"
"At midnight." His eyes were on the white girl as he spoke. "Maybe she'd wake up. You know, fairy tales and stuff."
Oh, fuck no. "You're an idiot," she snapped. "Always a baby, baby brother."
Jacob stopped looking at Bella long enough to glare at his sister. Rachel felt the tiniest shiver. For the week she'd been home she'd seen the beginnings of something new in Jake, an authority that hadn't been there the on the last visit. But he was growing up, right? That was natural. Even if he had no business growing up without her permission, none. "It was just a thought," he snapped at her. (Six months ago his words would have been petulant. Now they sounded almost menacing.)
"Show me some respect," she snapped back. "I can still kick your skinny ass, you know."
Jacob still glared... but only for a moment. Then he started to laugh, that sunny laugh just like their mother used to have and it helps and hurts every time Rachel hears it. "I don't think so," he said, younger, tension diffused. "I'm a lot taller than you now."
"But still skinnier." She elbowed him in the ribs.
"Only 'cause you've put on the freshman fifteen. And the sophomore twenty." That earned him another elbow. (She did need to diet though, or buy new pants. Of course she'd lost thirty after Rebecca left, so she was really only five pounds over her graduation weight now. Still.) "Ow," he whined, rubbing his side like he did when he was eight. "Quit it."
"Then quit being such a dork."
"Only if you stop being such a meanie."
"We'll see." Not likely.
Then Jacob started watching Bella Swan again. When he was little the dork used to climb trees to put baby birds back in nests. They usually died anyway (too bruised and broken from the impact) but Rachel and Rebecca would sometimes wake up early in the morning to bury them so that Jake wouldn't know; it was so annoying to watch him cry because he hadn't found the birds earlier, which he thought was why they were dead. They could never make him understand that just because the birds still moved on the ground didn't mean the fall hadn't killed them.
Rachel knew that Bella Swan had been killed by the fall. And she really, really wanted to just bury the whiner in the backyard. But Rebecca was always the one who remembered where they'd left the shovel.
She hadn't answered Rebecca's phone call on Christmas.
"Shit," Jake swore under his breath. Rachel realized he was looking somewhere other than Charlie's daughter -- he was looking at the clock. 12:06. New Year's had come and gone without anyone noticing. He'd missed his chance.
Good, she thought savagely. "Happy New Year, dork," she said out loud.
"Happy New Year." Jacob gave her a one-armed hug, and his body was harder than she remembered. She still knew her brother. He'd missed his chance this time but if he got another opportunity he was going to rescue Bella Swan.
Well, once in awhile the baby birds did live.
Rachel would still prefer to bury her.
December 31st, 2006 -- Sam
Sometimes Sam wasn't sure Jacob hadn't imprinted on Bella.
It was hard for Sam to read his own mind with regards to Emily, figure out what the imprint would look like from the outside. But he could at least observe it in Jared and Quil, the way that there was a constant pull like a tether anchoring them in place. How every spare thought went to Kim and Claire.
Quil was always filled with brotherly pride, astonished by the way Claire had learned to color inside the lines, convinced that she was the smartest kid ever to walk the earth.
Jared usually thought about how Kim gave head. (From what the Pack had seen, he was right to think about it. The girl was really good.)
It was different with Jacob though. He could focus on other things; that pull wasn't in evidence. But like Quil and Jared his thoughts always circled back to bella bella bella, a steady thrum underneath everything else. No one else in the Pack was in love (the closest was Leah and Sam not going to focus on that) so there was no way to compare love-thoughts to imprint-thoughts. The nature of Jacob Black's feelings for Bella Swan remained a mystery.
Either way, Jacob was by far the biggest pain in the ass about it.
C'mon, Sam, let me go.
No.
Fifteen minutes. Tops.
No.
Just fifteen minutes.
No.
Goddamn it, Sam--
No.
I just want to--
No.
Being Alpha came with certain privileges. Sam's thoughts had a lot more privacy than everyone else's. So no one could see that he was starting to fantasize about bashing Jacob's skull in with a rock.
Jacob didn't have the same luxury, and what he wanted was getting broadcast to the rest of the Pack. That bella bella bella thrum, like a heartbeat. He was picturing the New Year's party back at Emily's (maybe she's been drinking don't want her drunk of course not but just a little tipsy) the ball dropping on TV (ten nine eight seven six five four three two one) smiling at the girl (good mood happy mood hopeful mood) then kissing her (not too hard not too soft not friendly not friendly at all) judging her reaction (won't let her hide this time she's ready even if she doesn't know it i do i know she is) everything changing the way he'd been hoping (love her love her bella bella bella love you honey) a great plan but it wouldn't work if he wasn't there (let me go fifteen minutes why patrolling anyway don't need to not fair just fifteen minutes bella bella bella--)
A big rock. Right on his head. He'd heal. Probably.
Shut up, Jake, Paul snarled. None of the others were in sight, but they weren't far. Paul, Leah, Jacob. Quite possibly the most irritating group he could have chosen, but sometimes that's just how things work out. I'm so sick of listening to your bullshit.
Jacob's thoughts coalesced back into coherence. No, you shut up. Just 'cause you don't have anyone--
And you do? Last I checked you were the Mayor of Friendville.
An wordless wave of anger and frustration washed over them all.
Cool it, Sam ordered. He sniffed the ground carefully -- no trace of leech stink, but that was no guarantee. The lands had to be protected. This'll go faster if you stop behaving like children.
Not fast enough, Jacob grumbled. It'll be way past midnight by the time we finish. Please, Sam, fifteen minutes and then I'll be right back--
No.
Oh, let the brat leave, Sam. Leah's mental voice was bitter and a little weary. She'd been suspiciously quiet for the last hour or so. He'll never stop yapping otherwise.
Leah had better control over her thoughts than anyone other than Sam, but even she couldn't keep it together all the time-- (can't stand listening can't stand it don't want to listen to him love her did you think of me like this sam maybe you never did at all hate sam hate emily hate jacob hate bella fucking hate you all hurts too much to listen--)
Go, Sam snapped. Fifteen minutes.
Jacob practically flew back to Emily's. A moment later his thoughts vanished; he'd phased back into human form. The three of them gave a mental sigh of relief.
Bad precedent. That was Paul. Sam ignored him.
Sam wasn't being vindictive. He wasn't. Responsibilities were responsibilities. And after all, it wasn't like he wouldn't like to be with Emily tonight, kissing her soft mouth, trailing his lips over her scars so that she would know she was still beautiful, she was never anything but beautiful. But he was out here in the woods, doing what he had to do. And by the way doing it twice as often as anyone else. Because he was Alpha. And he was Alpha because Jacob didn't want to be. Jacob got to choose not to be Alpha. Jacob got to choose to love Bella. Jacob had everything in the fucking world and he could miss one evening, damn it.
But Sam could never listen to Leah in pain, not when he had the power to make it stop. That hadn't changed. So he'd set the bad precedent.
No more exceptions, though.
Jacob was back in ten minutes, not fifteen. No happiness came from him, only depression and disappointment. In his mind they saw Emily cleaning up from the party, most of the guests gone but Quil and Embry sticking around to help out (and finish the bottles of champagne). The clock reading 12:24. Bella bella bella bella asleep on the couch, her hair a little tangled, her feet tucked under the back sofa cushion, her arms wrapped around a throw pillow.
Thanks, Sam. Not even angry. Just resentful.
Happy New Year, Sam replied.
And, yeah, even though he wasn't being vindictive (i'm not i'm not yes i am it isn't fair it shouldn't be me) he felt guilty.
December 31st, 2007 -- Bella
Bella often felt like Jacob Black had always been inside her -- under her skin then on her mind then in her heart. She knew intellectually that there had been a time when that wasn't the case, but it was almost impossible to remember, like a strange dream that seemed real at the time but was ridiculous once you woke up. It took a long time (longer than it should have probably) but Bella Swan woke up.
Jacob Black was inside Bella Swan in a lot of ways, but she liked it most when he was inside her like this.
She lived in Port Angeles now, attending community college until she saved up enough money for university (the fewer student loans the better), working at the coffee shop two blocks from her apartment. A one bedroom apartment. She lived alone, but only temporarily.
Jacob would be graduating in six months.
Sometimes she still felt just the littlest bit dirty about their age difference, but not right now.
He'd let himself into her apartment (he had a key of course he had a key, she'd given him a key the day she moved in) and the sound of the opening door had pulled her from a heavy sleep. The shop had stayed open three hours later than usual; everyone wanted a double espresso on New Year's Eve. After a ten hour shift it was all Bella could do to take off her clothes before dropping onto the mattress. go 2 party w/o me, she'd texted Jacob. 2 tired. love you. She was unconscious moments later.
He'd come into her room and whispered, "Hey, honey," and the springs creaked as he slid into bed with her. His hands had been soft and hot and roamed freely, as they had for the past ten months and hopefully would forever.
"Hey," she'd replied, smiling drowsily. "Are you missing the party?"
"Yeah." His mouth had brushed gently across the back of her neck. "I'd rather be here."
Then she'd rolled into his arms and now they were doing this, her body draped over his, kissing his bare chest as he held her hips steady. They could get kind of wild sometimes (as the occasional annoyed note slipped under her door pointed out) but this wasn't one of those nights. They made love lazily, Jacob pushing up into her, inside always inside. Her climax was a slow build, not an explosion but soft waves, one that left her sighing against his throat. He was a little less quiet -- well, he'd been a lot more awake, after all -- choking on her name and a few choice swear words as he thrust raggedly at the end before pulling her down onto him hard and pulsing against her sensitive flesh.
She'd gone on the pill months ago. She hated barriers. There'd already been too many and she was done with that.
He was kissing the side of her face; she was already starting to fall asleep again. "Staying the night?" she murmured, settling down onto him, not ready to slide off yet.
"Yeah. Dad can just deal." Billy wasn't wild about how his son was half-living with his best friend's daughter, but as long as it was only on weekends and never more than one night at a time he'd learned to live with it. Or at least keep his grumblings to himself and Charlie. "Assuming you want me to, of course."
"I always want you to," she said. Then she yawned.
"Good." Jacob started playing with her hair, maybe hoping for round two. Playing with her hair usually worked, but she was really tired, and there was always tomorrow morning.
She turned her head, settling further into his embrace. And she caught sight of the clock. 12:00. "Hey, look."
Jake followed her gaze. "Oh, look at that."
"Happy New Year." She raised herself up just enough to kiss him softly. His hand tangled deeper in her hair as she did. "That brings good luck, right?"
"Eh, whatever. Don't need it. Happy New Year, honey."
The end.
A/N: And this is it for the Holiday Smut Prompts. (There were a few others I was hoping to get to, but I'm tapped out, sorry. But twelve is pretty good, I'd say.) Thanks for giving me such good stuff to work with, it's been lots of fun. Happy Holidays :)