happy birthday [for Belle]

[quileutejacob]

Jacob hadn't really made plans for his birthday, not formally, but he was pretty sure that Belle knew when it was. It was one of those things you just took for granted in a relationship, the whole birthdays and anniversaries thing, and it was pretty amazing that he'd been with her for almost a year. A year was practically a lifetime in teenage

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[provincialbelle]

Belle had been in a hurry to get everything together. She knew the date, knew the importance of it, and had been rushing to put together a picnic of French cuisine and finding a swimsuit that she felt would be something of a treat for him. She was aware that she wasn't plain, but she had never used her looks for anything before.

Maybe, just maybe, in the face of not having finished any inventions, she was relying on it, but she felt fine with that, creme brulee, beef bourguignon and red wine in a picnic basket. "Entrée!" she beckoned, still packing things away.

[quileutejacob]

Jacob closed them, trying his best to be good and not peek while Belle worked on the surprise.

"Are you sure I'm gonna like it?"

[provincialbelle]

"I might worry if you don't," she admitted frankly, standing up to shimmy out of the cover, leaving just a curve-hugging polka-dot navy blue bikini that she had worn just for him. She settled back down on her knees and settled back. "Okay. Ready."

[quileutejacob]

Jacob blinked his eyes open slowly, grin getting wider and a little less innocent than it had been before. Belle looked amazing, not that she ever looked anything less, and he reached out and touched one bare shoulder.

"You look gorgeous, Belle. Really."

[provincialbelle]

Belle couldn't help her smile. She had been anxious and she still was, but she wanted him to have her in every way that he was allowed. She reached up to take his hand and slid it down to her stomach to let it drift upwards with just a little help. "Make sure you like it," she said, not taking her eyes off him.

[quileutejacob]

"Are you sure?" Jacob asked quietly, not wanting to put pressure on her. "I mean um. This is fantastic," he said quickly, smoothing his hand over her skin. "Really great."

[provincialbelle]

Belle's breathing had grown somewhat shallow as she leaned into his hands. "I've been thinking about it longer than you could probably believe," she admitted, giving him a pointed look. "Your tendency to take your shirt off is distracting."

[quileutejacob]

"I've heard it can cause problems," Jacob agreed. "But you have to admit, at least I look good, right? Tall, broad shoulders...all that stuff girls like."

[provincialbelle]

"Don't get too full of yourself," was what she whispered against his neck, sliding back until she could be comfortably braced against the blanket on her back.

[quileutejacob]

Jacob laid down next to her, curling up but not covering her. "Hey, I'm allowed to assume you think I'm good-looking, Belle. It comes with the whole girlfriend territory, doesn't it?"

[provincialbelle]

"Of course I love you," she reassured, so sure of herself that it was reassuring that she didn't doubt him in the slightest. "But don't be egotistical," she added. "I don't like big egos." She slid her fingers slowly up and down his sides.

[quileutejacob]

"I'm not...like him."

Jacob remembered the movie, what little he saw of it with Belle, and remembered what she'd said about that one guy. He wasn't that way, or tried not to be.

"I mean, I don't expect anything from you, or demand it. I never would, Belle. Not in a million years. All I want is what you want to give me."

[provincialbelle]

"I know you're not like him," she admitted, breathing out the words as she ran her fingers up the side of his shirt. "And I know you're just teasing, but I have to be honest." She offered a shy smile, glancing down at her body. "Well? Do you like it?"

[quileutejacob]

Jacob laid his hand on her stomach and nodded slowly, a little more serious than he'd been, well, ever. Belle looked amazing and this was a little more daring than usual for her so he didn't want her to think he didn't like it.

"You look amazing, Belle. I mean it."

[provincialbelle]

She let the rest of the conversation go, intending to focus only on what was important. She smiled broadly and threaded her fingers with his. "So do you," she said, fondly. "I like the way you look, always."

[quileutejacob]

"You know, I smile a lot more now that I'm with you," Jacob said, trying to keep things light and easy. "I was kind of an angry person when I got here. I think the island's been good for me."