I don't own Twilight.

Sorry this took so long. I had finals, and my grandparents are here visiting. School's out though. Updates will come sooner. This was hard for me to write, and I'm not thrilled with it, so feedback is appreciated. Un-beta'd. I just really wanted to post it.

By the way; seeing as this is just a fanfic, some of the 'vampire rules' won't apply here.

The sobbing ceased the moment his head popped inside. The eerie pitch black of the closet coupled with the long blank in noise sent a shiver down his spine. He blinked furiously, attempting to accustom his eyes to the darkness of the room.

"Erm...Hello?" Jake called out.

There was a brief pause, and a quick, sniff-like sound.

"Jacob?!?" The voice, breathy, high-pitched and energetic despite the circumstances clicked immediately in his head.

"Cullen?!?"

"No, it's Barney." The voice turned mocking, and even in the dark, she must have been rolling her eyes.

"Midget? What are you doing here?"

There was a long pause.

"I live here. What are you doing in my linen closet?!"

"I he- I was looking for the bathroom." Jacob snapped at her.

"Three doors to the left from the hallway." Alice sneered back at him, her voice drained of it's usually pep.

"Thanks.' He growled over his shoulder, turning away. The soft thuds of her back against the wall and her but against the floor barely muffled the soft sounds her body made when it shook.

Leave. Every voice in his head was screaming at him to leave.

Leave. Leave. Go. Out. Handle. Turn. Yes, that's it. Perfect. Just a little more...Almost there...

"...Is something wrong?"

Fuck!

There was another long pause. "No." Her voice rose barely above a whisper.

Jacob closed his eyes and mentally scolded himself for having a goddamn conscience. What good were they, really? He tilted his head back, slamming it against the back of the linen closet door.

He yelped, rubbing the growing bruise on the back of his head with one hand, blindly searching for the light switch in the other. Jake flipped the switch and blinked his eyes furiously. The tingly feeling of being seen without seeing evaporated from his body as he gazed across the meter-long space at her.

Her tiny body vibrated violently, her head didn't even bother to look up from between her knees.

"You sure?" Jake asked again, his tone considerably softer. Alice's body suddenly ceased it's movement, glancing upwards.

He widened his eyes at the look in hers. Watery, bloodshot. Broken. She looked broken. Holy fuck. Alice Cullen, the bright, peppy, ball of sunshine condensed into a 5 foot tall creature looked like someone had mercilessly ripped out her heart. It was CSI-worthy.

She read the evident shock on his face, bursting into tears again. "I know, I look terrible." She sniffed, wiping her nose on her sleeve. "You haven't been the first to tell me."

"Er- No...You don't look tha-"

Alice clasped her hands around her knees, burrowing herself further in her arms. "Go away!"She shouted.

Jake sighed. Shit, he really was too nice for his own good. Women.

He crawled across the tiny closet, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like fuckingragingvampirehormones under his breath and settling himself next to her.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong?" He asked, snuggling himself between a laundry basket and a pile of pillowcases.

She tilted her head slightly, one eye opened cautiously under her elbow. "You probably don't even care." She whimpered miserably.

Jake groaned inwardly, willing his patience not to break. "I obviously care enough to sit in this fucking closet with you, squished between bed clothes and hampers." He replied, the words coming out a bit harsher than he intended.

Alice wouldn't budge. "Then leave. No one's making you stay." She spat back at him - or at least, attempted to, her wobbly voice didn't carry out the effect, really.

"Alice..." He began, referring to her by her first name. "I honestly do want to know." She lifted her head from her knees, raising an eyebrow at him. "I mean, it's not every day that Alice 'why won't you shut the fuck up' Cullen, cries. The world must have ended or something." He joked.

That did it. Before Jacob knew what was happening, he found himself with a soggy T-shirt and a vampire on his lap.

"Oh, Jake, it was awful! I mean, I thought he loved me! We're supposed to be soul mates. For all of eternity! And then I get this vision that he's kissing some Redhead, and then they're full on making out, and then he takes off her shirt and and and..Oh, it was awful! And then I asked him about it, not yelled, asked, and he doesn't even deny it! All he did was scream at saying how it was a total invasion of his privacy, like I can control my visions and-"

Jake struggled to keep up, already having missed the first few lines of her rant (having arms thrown around your neck without warning can be rather startling, you see.) "Er, hold on. Who is this, again?"

Alice raised her head from his chest, glaring at him ferociously. "Jasper! You idiot, Jasper! Oh you men, you're all the same." She dove back into his chest. "Too stupid and incompetent to remember anything. Now, as I was saying, He kept on saying that he hadn't done it yet so it shouldn't-"

"Wait." Jacob interrupted, pressing a finger to her lips. Slowly, he began to put the pieces together."You're saying that he cheated on you? But...he hasn't done it yet?" He asked, bewildered. "Well, if he hasn't done it yet, why does it matter?" A confused frown sat on his lips.

"Because, it means that he was planning on it!" Alice retorted and smacked the side of his head."He was planning on betraying me! It didn't matter who it was with!"

Jacob yelped, rubbing his head. "Ow! Fuck! Damn, Cullen, that fucking hurt!"

"Sorry." She shrugged. "I forgot."

He winced, the throbbing from his last hit hadn't quite faded yet. "If I knew that I was just going to beat up..."

And that set her off. Completely. Alice climbed into his lap, straddling her tiny legs around his crotch. She slung her arms around his torso in a twisted sort of hug. She buried her head in the crook of neck and sobbed. "No! D-don-don't leave." She cried. "Please?" Alice whispered the last word into his neck and tucked her head in further.

"Whoa, whoa. Calm down." Jake blinked in surprise and attempted to ignore her sob-shaking body against his groin. His arms reached around awkwardly and set themselves on her back. "I was just kidding, Cullen. Please don't pull a Bella on me."

Jacob smiled at the vibrations near his neck, pleased that he had been able to lighten the mood somewhat. A long, slightly awkward silence followed before Alice finally lifted her head.

"Thank you." She whispered somberly. Her eyes locked onto his completely and she leaned forward back into his embrace. He nodded slightly and dropped his hands down to her hips, giving them an affectionate squeeze.

Without considering, Jacob tilted his head slightly until he faced Alice's neck. He leaned in and inhaled. "Wow." He breathed and began to trace circles around her back.

Jacob had always wondered why Cold Ones smelled so awful. Either disgustingly sweet, like Mama Cullen, or overpoweringly Floral, like Blonde Bitch. But Alice wasn't either of those, he noticed as she leaned closer. No, she was the perfect mix of almond extract and daisies, with something else, something spicy, like cinnamon. The effect was intoxicating.

Alice raised her head slightly. "What?" She breathed into his ear.

"Nothing. I jus- Why aren't you cold?" He asked, suddenly realizing the fact.

"What do you mean?" She asked, her fingers sliding up his neck.

"You're warm. Well, not warm, but normal, if not slightly cool. I mean, Cold Ones are...cold." He explained lamely, trying to ignore how she toyed with the hairs at the nape of his neck, and the closeness of their bodies, and how unbearably hot it had suddenly become in that closet.

Alice shifted her head to look up at him, and suddenly they were face to face, noses barely inches apart from each other.

"I..." She trailed off, enveloped in the intensity of his gaze.

"Alice..." He began, his brain suddenly clouding over. And suddenly, any thought of why this might be a bad idea went straight to hell. He leaned forward, waiting for the wetness of her mouth to crash into his.

And It was so natural. So fucking natural. The circles his hand was tracing on his back naturally began to slow down. Their eyelids naturally began to slide half-shut. He naturally turned his head up to face her, and she naturally pressed her forehead onto his. And at that moment, when her mouth closed over his, his lips began to move underneath hers, that was what they were, a Vampire and a Werewolf, being natural.

He had never noticed it before, but her lips were fucking perfect for kissing. Pouty, well-formed, and surprisingly soft. They moved slowly at first, testing the territory. Then her tongue managed to snake past them, and wrapped around his own. He tilted his head to get a better angle and slid his own tongue past those lips, running them over her teeth and the sides of her mouth and...everything.

She pulled back briefly, eliciting a soft moan from his lips. When she attacked his mouth again, it was more adventurous, more daring. Their mouths were barely brushing now but moving rapidly against each other. She pulled away again, nipping at jawline and grazing her teeth along it. He tightened his hold on her waist and slid his free hand into her hair, using it to gently guide her lips back to his. (Where they belonged.)

The third time their lips met, they locked onto each other, moving just enough to feel the other. Her hand fisted in his hair, forcing his head upwards, the other one was sliding along the edge of his shirt. One of his hands remained on her waist, pressing her against him, the other one had slid down to her thigh, hooking it against his leg, tracing circles around it.

After ignoring the need to breathe for a good 4 minutes, they pulled away reluctantly. Their foreheads lay against each other and their noses just barely brushed.

Jake's breathing had increased, noticeably. And, unfortunately for him, that wasn't the only thing that was increasing quite noticeably. He prayed silently that she wouldn't shift her body.

As if God had heard his prayers - and decided to ignore them - Alice's thigh suddenly made contact with his hard-on. She paused. After a few moments, Alice leaned to the right, settling herself on his lap properly like before. Suddenly, she lifted her upper body off of his lap. Her hands had found themselves again at the nape of his neck, but this time, she was using his hair to balance herself as she rocked back and forth, rubbing her groin lightly over his erection.

Alice Cullen was grinding her tight little body against him.

Holy Shit.

tbc. (: