here, have a fic!
So a few people have been going "Laura! Where the *beep* is the update for 'My Best Friends Wedding'"?!? Well this isn't it. Sorry. I have an excuse for why I haven't updated in ages, many infact, but will elaborate on those later. One of those excuses is that Mother Nature has recently been thoroughly kicking my ass.
And by that I mean that my suburb was hit by a cyclone and I was without power for 3 days. On the positive side, sitting at home (we weren't allowed to drive down our street, too many powerlines down) bored stiff during a blackout gave me the inspiration for this fic. End sob story!
Title: The Touch of Dark - Oh, oh, the aching.
Author: the-angry-pixie
Summary: When Jacob and Bella are stuck in a blackout, many things will transpire.
Rating: R - but is flirting dangerously with being NC-17.
Notes: Set whenever, wherever - just a few years into a J/B relationship. Less of a oneshot and more of a short story (I like description and conversation too much). Told from Bella's POV who may seem OOC - but remember, she has been with Jake for X amount of time and has grown the fuck up! "Kissing You" by Des'ree is the song featured in the story and the title.
“You're home late” I heard him call from somewhere in the house as soon as I walked through the door. It didn’t sound angry, just an observation, but I still rolled my eyes, thinking of a sarcastic reply. No sooner had I removed my raincoat when my vision was suddenly flooded in darkness. Holy crow I’m blind!! No wait! I can still see my fingers. Thank Buddha for that!
“What happened? What did you do?!” I muttered in annoyance.
“I didn’t do anything. It’s a blackout.” His voice was suddenly much closer.
“Well that’s great! How am I supposed to get my work done now? I have 50 or so assignments to mark. Shit! Shit! Shit!”
“Calm down hon. Don’t throw a fit. I’ll go check things out. Maybe it’s just a fuse.” I heard his sure footsteps retreat. Damn know-it-all with his freaky night vision!
Groping around in the darkness, I finally found my way over to the cupboard where we kept the lamps. Lighting one up I nursed it into the bedroom, threw my bag into the corner and slumped down on the bed. The rain thundered down onto the roof above, only adding to my headache. Damn this storm! It was so humid and made me feel sticky and disgusting. Kicking off my shoes, I started unbuttoning my blouse and shrugging out of that as well.
Jake came striding in, shaking water from his shaggy hair. I frowned as flecks of water hit me and sprinkled across the bed sheets around me.
“Looks like the whole street is out. We’ll just have to wait until the emergency crew sorts it out,” he said pulling off his wet shirt and dumping it on the ground. I gritted my teeth.
“Well that’s great Jake! Fucking fantastic! What am I supposed to do now?!” I growled out.
“Listen” he bit back with just as much force as he turned to glare at me in the half-light, “I didn’t conjure up this storm specifically to annoy you, so how about you try laying off!” he said turning away again. He pulled out a clean shirt, decided against it and threw it back into the cupboard aggressively.
I groaned, throwing myself back onto the bed.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured apathetically. “I’ve just had a really bad day. I’m tired, and sore, and hot, and just in an all round bitchy mood. So just leave me be.”
Jacob looked like he was about to argue more but bit it back.
“Fine. I’ve got some things to take care of” and he stalked out, once again twisting the water out of his hair onto the carpet.
I rubbed my hands over my face in irritation, kicking my way out of my skirt and stockings.
I was now left in my underwear, still feeling hot and distressed. I lay there fuming for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do as the storm rattled on outside. It sounded like it was turning into a hurricane. I tried to feel sorry for the poor emergency workers out there battling the weather, but really… I just wanted them to hurry the freak up so I could have my power back. Man, I really was in a bitchy mood!
Suddenly a phantom breeze played across my damp skin and I couldn’t suppress a shiver as I sighed in appreciation at the momentary escape from the heat. Maybe I would just lie here for a bit. The atmosphere was thick, muggy and unbearable; it wasn’t worth trying to actually do anything. I would probably only stumble around in Jacob’s way anyway. And he was already ticked off at me. I could hear him banging around in the bathroom down the hall now.
I rolled onto my side reaching blindly for my Ipod. Once my fingers traced over it I brought it to me and scrolled through the menus until I found the “Relax… just do it!” playlist Kim had made for me awhile back.
Laying my head back and closing my eyes, I clicked play and allowed the shuffle to reveal my song choice.
Dulcet piano tones began to reverberate out and I smiled slightly as I recognized the song.
Pride can stand a thousand trials
The strong will never fall
But watching stars without you
My soul cries
The words of the song triggered something in me. All at once the guilt began to crush down on my lungs. Guilt over how I had acted to Jacob. He hadn’t done anything wrong, and yet, I still bit his head off for some unknown reason. What was wrong with me?? Just because work was stressing me out gave me no excuse to take it out on him.
Heaving heart is full of pain
Oh, oh, the aching
I hear you sister. Without Jacob in my life… oh what a sorrowful place the world would be. It wasn’t that I couldn’t live without him, I could. But who would want to? Even though he deserved so much more than me. I shifted around uncomfortably on my heated bed, feeling the sheets rustle and scratch beneath me. I sighed trying to let the notes of the song wash over and cleanse me.
Cause I’m kissing you, oh
I’m kissing you, oh
Suddenly I felt something. A strange, tingling feeling down near my feet. It travelled up over my foot and started circling my ankle. I opened my eyes slightly to find Jake sitting at the end of our bed. I hadn’t heard him come in or felt him sit down. The weak light from the lamp cast him mostly in shadow. But I could see as he lifted his head towards me and smiled slyly before returning his attention to where he was circling his fingers over my feet.
What was he up to? Something in his eyes had told me not to question it. So I lay myself back down to enjoy the moment. My eyes slipping shut as my mind fell back into concentrating on the music and the feeling of his warm fingers as they started massaging my other foot.
I hummed in appreciation as his fingers began to trace up my legs. He bent them up at the knees so his hands could run along the sore muscles underneath more freely. My eyes stayed shut. A sigh turned into a smile on my face as his lips started to follow the path that his fingers had traversed only moments ago. He kissed the arch of my foot, my ankle, skimmed along the muscles of my calf. I felt like shivering as he placed my leg back on the bed and continued his warm kisses up over my knee to explore my naked thigh.
I didn’t deserve him. I said that to myself so often. But tonight, I really did not deserve him! Especially after being such a cow to him earlier. And yet here he was, trying to release the tension in my body in the only way he knew how. It was amazing what just a few chaste kisses in the right places could do to me. And Jacob… he knew all my right places.
I wasn’t so much relaxed… as wickedly aroused. And he had only just moved onto my navel. My stomach muscles jumped and quivered as the brush of his lips teased over my stomach, his hair tickling my skin. I still had yet to open my eyes.
I wondered had I been making noises. Moaning and such. If I had, I hadn’t heard them. I was so immersed in what my body was feeling that I finally realised that the song that I had been listening to was on its third repeat.
Touch me dear, pure and true
Gift to me forever
Cause I’m kissing you, oh
I’m kissing you, oh
I could feel him kissing the valley between my breasts now. He licked away the perspiration that had gathered on my chest. My breathing hitched, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of opening my eyes. He could probably sense better than anyone that he was driving me crazy.
Especially when he lingered on that spot at the base of my neck where I had always been particularly sensitive. I felt myself suck in air rapidly and let it out shakily as the song crescendoed and then faded away.
I pulled the earbuds out of my ears and opened my eyes. Jake was hovering above me leaning down on arms either side of my shoulders, a wolfish grin on his face.
I smiled shyly reaching up to pull his face down to mine and kiss him slowly.
“I’m so sorry” I whispered against his cheek, pouring every ounce of sincerity I had within me into it.
“It’s okay” he grinned, nuzzling his nose around my ear. “You’re too pretty to stay mad at.”
I giggled bringing my lips to his and trying to kiss him more passionately. To show him just how sorry I was.
Besides, I was still kind of aching for him to finish what he had started earlier. My senses had been set alight from the touch of his fiery lips on my damp skin. But for once, he pulled away, leaning back and smiling cheekily.
“You nice and relaxed now?” he murmured with smug satisfaction.
I cocked my head to the side feeling frustrated, in more ways than one…
“Not quite. Why don’t you help me with that?” I leaned up again but he only pulled back further. I knew pouting wasn’t attractive but I couldn’t help it. This was getting ridiculous. Guys love sex. Jake especially! If I was offering… stands to reason that he should be ravishing me by now. Hot, sweaty, stormy, blackout sex! Surely that had been where he was heading with this!
Jake chuckled at my obvious impatience, tracing a solitary finger over my shoulder and down my arm. “Good. Cause I have something to show you.” His fingers twisted around my hand and he stood up, pulling my arm with him.
“Is it in your pants…” I grumbled quietly as I swung my legs around and heaved myself to my feet. I had been so comfortable…and now I could feel the tension begin to constrict its way through my body again.
Jake laughed. “Easy there SRS*. All in good time.”
I guess that’s the problem with having boyfriends with extra acute senses - you could never successfully mutter anything under your breath. He started pulling me towards the doorway.
“Wait Jake. The lamp. I won’t be able to see anything,” I protested trying to turn around.
He just chuckled, grabbing my shoulders firmly. “I’ll be your eyes. It’s not far.”
And so I let him spin me around and start walking me down the hall a ways. Thunder rolled and crashed above us, we stopped outside what I guessed to be our bathroom. What were we doing here?
Squeezing my shoulders he urged me to push open the door. My eyes took awhile to adjust as the door swung inward. Our modest bathroom was lit up in golden light as my eyes wandered over the dozens of candles that littered every surface. I was speechless.
“It should be just about the right temperature for you now” Jake rumbled into my shoulder turning me in the direction of the steaming bubble bath in the corner and kissing the back of my neck.
I couldn’t help it. I squealed with delight as I turned around, jumping up to lock my arms around his neck in a hug.
“I love you so freaking much, you know that!”
He laughed along with me, “I know,” and placed me back down on the tiled floor. “Why don’t you hop in, I just have to do something” he started backing out the doorway.
“Aren’t you coming in too?” I questioned, not bothering to hide my disappointment. Why should I? My body was practically screaming out to feel his warmth against me again.
Suddenly his lips were against my cheek and he was mumbling into my skin the way that usually reduced me to shivers.
“I’ll be right back, patience honey” and like so often before, he seemed to evaporate into the dark. I strained my ears to hear what he was doing, but heard nothing this time.
I looked back to the bath. It did look so enticing. My muscles twinged, as if to remind me that they had not quite been satisfied yet.
I slowly peeled off my bra and panties, dropping them to the floor and kicking them away to the side. I sidled over to the edge of the bath and tested the water with a toe. It was hot, impossibly hot. I hoped my mind wouldn’t turn delirious in this muggy atmosphere, this heat rolling upon heat. The bubbly water lapped against the sides as I lowered my body into the water. I sighed as the water soaked into my aching joints, resting my head back against the end of the tub.
Jacob chuckled from where he leant in the doorway and I smirked when I looked up and noticed him.
“What?”
“Nothing” he replied staring unabashedly. “It’s just, you look practically edible in this light,” he returned my smirk, his eyes giving away the depth of his arousal.
I only shrugged coolly. “I still think it would be much better to have some company. It’s awfully lonely over here.” It sounded like a line form a B-grade porno, but I didn’t care. How was I supposed to resist him when he was looking so gorgeous? An incarnation of James Dean leaning casually in the doorway in his threadbare jeans with the candlelight flickering across his chest. He was holding something against his hip but the light didn’t allow me to see what it was.
He ignored my comment, pushing away from the door and swaggering towards me.
“Speaking of edible…” he said laying something on the edge of the bathtub as he kneeled down, “…we better eat these before they go off without refrigeration.” He held a strawberry up from the platter he had just presented me with.
My mouth dropped open and I stared at him. He widened his eyes innocently.
“What?! I can be romantic! Quit looking so shocked and eat your damn strawberry!” he said mockingly, holding one up to my mouth. More out of blind astonishment than anything else, I bit into it.
My eyes closed and I released small throaty noise of appreciation. I hadn’t expected it to be so good. It was tangy but sweet. Ripe and juicy. I could feel Jake’s eyes raking over me as I chewed slowly. Capturing every sensation that slid across my face - probably enjoying himself more than I was.
Actually… not a chance! That was an impossibility. At this moment, I felt like I could slip under the water and just melt away. I was lucky that he was feeding me. My limbs had softened into limp useless things, every sensory point on fire from the overabundance of attention it was receiving.
“Why are you doing all this?” I enquired lolling my head to the side to look at him. He was resting his chin on his arm which was laid across the edge of the bath, looking at me, his eyes glinting.
“I just felt like it s’all.”
“Felt like what?”
“Felt like pampering you honey. You deserve it. You’ve been working your butt off for those kids. Literacy levels have never been so high on the Res. As well as the program you're running for the ones with learning difficulties on top of that! Hell… no wonder you’re about to have a meltdown!” He looked at me with such adoration. I felt like shrinking away. I was unworthy. Especially given my behaviour tonight.
“Anyway!” he broke through my musings. “I thought you deserved some relaxation… and since I don’t feel comfortable with anyone else giving you a bath, I figured I’d better do it. The blackout was just… convenient.”
He grinned as if that closed the subject and held another strawberry up.
Not quite convinced but too comfortable to argue, I bit into it eagerly, feeling a bit of juice drip down to my chin. Jacob caught the drip with his finger, bringing it to his mouth and sucking casually. He didn’t know it, but that gesture nearly had me coming undone. I was so turned on by this point it almost hurt.
“Get in Jake” I ordered in my most sultry voice.
He smirked taking his finger out of his mouth and dipping his hand in the water.
“Hmm not yet.”
I huffed, childishly pulling my face away when he offered me another strawberry.
“Aww come on hon. There’s no point in me getting in if I’m gonna be so hot and bothered that I’m uncomfortable. Give it a minute to cool down.”
“Speaking of hot and bothered…” I grumbled playing with some soapy bubbles.
Jake growled out a laugh. “Oh love, you’re not making this easy. Alright lean forward now.”
“Why?” I asked sulkily.
“Cause I said so.”
Well… who could argue with that "brilliant" logic?
I brought my knees up, wrapping my arms around them and leant forward, resting my head on the island they created. The cold air hit my back and I shivered violently. Jacob’s long arm reached across my periphery and grabbed the loofah that sat on the opposite side. Oh no, not more teasing. My body couldn’t take anymore of this sensory overload.
But of course I soon felt the coarse sensation of him slowly scrubbing up and down my back. I tried not to get too carried away, to concentrate on the drip drip sound of the water as his hand dipped and then continued to explore the planes of my back. To no avail. I still moaned when he started at the top of my neck and dragged the sponge torturously slow down my spine.
“You okay? I’m not doing it too hard am I?”
I sighed. “No Jake its just…” I let the words linger, too embarrassed to fully express how much I wanted him at that moment. Instead I looked at him and he seemed to get the message anyway. Of course he did - who did I think this was?
He nodded at my earnest expression and stood up loosening the button on his jeans. I watched him undress. The light was glowing darker now as more and more candles burnt out. It didn’t matter. His skin still glowed the most beautiful gold in the flickering candlelight. A golden-skinned Adonis… and he was mine.
He nudged me forward, swiftly letting some of the water out of the bath, ignoring my questioning look. I smiled to myself as I heard him step into the water behind me. He settled himself down with a sigh and a scorching arm was suddenly around my torso pulling me back against him. I fit between his legs perfectly and leaned my head back against his shoulder so his chin was caressing the side of my forehead.
The water had risen dramatically so that it was flirting dangerously with the rim of the bathtub. So that was why he had let some water out. It didn’t matter that the water was lukewarm by now, Jacob’s burning body more than made up for it. It felt so good. So erotic. This skin on skin, without it being entirely sexual. More sensual.
It was amazing that in the year that we had lived here, we had never taken a bath together. Showers, yes. But never a bath.
“Okay, we are officially taking a bath together three times a week from now on!” I laughed huskily.
I could hear Jacob chuckle his approval. The loofah was in his hand again and he was rubbing it lethargically around my neckline. I whimpered quietly as he left a soapy trail down over each of my breasts and continued drawing lazy circles around my bellybutton.
“Please Jacob” I gasped, “please touch me.”
He did. The loofah had been abandoned at some point. His deft fingers were now tracing the undersides of my breasts as his thumbs ghosted over my nipples, bringing them to hardened peaks.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into my ear, making me shiver convulsively. “I love just touching you.”
My hands rubbed up and down his thighs as they stood bent up either side of me. He was too big to stretch his legs out entirely. I could feel him hardening against my back.
One of his hands slipped down to massage the throbbing area between my legs. I cried out on his first touch. It felt so amazing, in an entirely different way. With the water acting as a sort of lubricant, the friction was slow and easy and glorious. I felt my body spasming as his movements became more incessant. I was breathing heavily as my nails clutched into his thighs. He was kissing my shoulder and I brought my hand up to clutch in his hair and pull his face to mine as I twisted my neck around to kiss him urgently. He moaned as my tongue forced entry into his mouth and rubbed along his in time to his rhythm.
I bit his lip, I sucked it gently, I moved against his hand, I matched his moan every time... and when I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, like it was too much, like I was going to scream and come apart… he stopped.
His hands left me and he pulled himself out of our kiss.
Ever felt like killing someone, whilst simultaneously wanting to fuck them silly?
“You… fucking… tease” I panted out. I rolled over messily, spilling water over the edge and slipping down his body awkwardly until I anchored myself by clutching onto his shoulders. “Why did you stop?! Is this punishment for being a bitch earlier?!”
He laughed at me.
Forget trying to fuck him, I just wanted to kill him now!! I dug my nails into his shoulders; I hoped I would draw blood.
He smiled deviously at me again, showing off a full row of pearly whites. “No honey its not that…” he said bringing a wet hand up to push a scraggly tendril back away from my face. “Its just…” he paused cupping my face with his large hand and leaning forward conspiringly, “… I can do much better than that!”
And with that he rose out of the water, holding me against him. He carried me out into the hall, heading to our bedroom.
And I didn’t care that I had no electricity.
That he would probably slip on the floorboards and break both our necks.
That the heat was already making me sweat.
Or that we were both now dripping water onto my precious carpet.
As he lay me down on our bed, it was just us on my mind. Just Jake and Bells.
End.
* SRS is a nickname that Jake gave Bella in one of my other stories. It’s kind of like my own personal fanon. It stands for Sexually Repressed Swan. Love it, use it, embrace it people!
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Sorry for the cockblock of an ending. I suck at writing sex scenes. If anyone else more capable wants to take these two to Sexy Town, then feel free to use my fic as a prompt.
I really enjoyed writing this. It was fun to explore these different sides to these characters and their evolving relationship. A more mature, open and reckless side to Bella. A more romantic and sexually apt side to Jacob. Fun fun fun I tell you!!
Hopefully you enjoyed it. Please review. :)