Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, not me.

This story has been rattling around in my head for about a year now, since I first read New Moon. Hopefully, by finally writing it, I'll get it all out and get some sleep! The story opens in New Moon with Bella and Jacob in her truck in front of her house after the cliff diving incident. It's rated T for this pretty suggestive scene and a bit of profanity along the way. My first fan fic, enjoy!

Paris

Bella's mind raced with possibilities. She knew this was in her power. She could choose Jacob. It would make him happy. She would be safe and even comfortable. If only she could divorce herself from the part of her that belonged to Edward. She knew that if the world worked the way it was suppose to work, she would have ended up with Jacob. He was in love with her. She never doubted his feelings for her.

The certainty of that thought brought her hand up to rest on his thigh. She knew there need be no explanations tonight. She forced her mind to focus only on the present moment, as she had so many times in the past six months. Jacob's body froze as she slowly trailed her hand over his rock hard abdomen. He tightened his arm around her slightly but otherwise did not move. She took her time, focusing on the physical sensations of his warm skin and hard muscles. She heard his breathing speed as her hand reached his neck. She lifted her face to look into his questioning black eyes. She met his lips softly at first, unsure what to expect. He pulled her close, putting his other arm around her. She parted her lips and he moaned softly. His kisses became more urgent. Werewolf or not, he was still a 16 year old male. Bella was surprised to find her body responding to his kisses. He shifted her onto his lap, facing him, circling her in his arms. As he kissed her neck, his hot hands slipped under her shirt and found the bare skin of her back. She was surprised at how natural it felt to be with Jacob like this. She heard a moan escape her own throat as he kissed down her neck and along her collarbone. He pulled her close to his chest, burying his face in her hair.

"Let's go inside," she suggested.

"Bella…" he whispered. She cut him off with a passionate kiss, allowing her hands to travel down his chest to his waist. She was counting on his 16 year old hormones to keep her from having to have this conversation right now.

"Are you sure…" he trailed off again in a hoarse whisper. She was now kissing his neck and chest, so far so good.

"Not really, but lets go inside anyway," she mumbled in his ear as she kissed it, pressing herself against him. He sucked in a breath and in a second they were out of the truck. He had her pinned against the driver's side door.

"I can't just be a filler, here to make you feel better for right now. Do you understand that?" He whispered. Damn his maturity, he was going to force her to voice her decisions. She could hear the pain in his voice.

"I know that and I don't want it either. You need to understand me, though. I'm still broken and I'll never really be whole again. I will, however, give you every part of me that I can. Is that enough for you?" He stared into her eyes for a long moment, bringing his hands up to her face. She saw a ghost of a smirk on his face before he kissed her. He was gentle and slow at first. She rose to her toes to return his kiss. Suddenly as he leaned into her, the urgency returned. He pulled her to him and his hands were unbuttoning her blouse. When their skin met, Bella felt a fire race through her. All she knew was Jacob, his hot skin, his hands, his lips. He was everywhere. For that time, he was her whole world and she lost herself in him.

Sometime later, Bella found herself in her bed, Jacob lying beside her. She had only vague memories of getting to her room. The memories of their arrival in her bed were much more clear and brought back the fire inside her. She had not felt this alive in months. She craned her neck up to kiss him and he sighed.

"What do you think Charlie will do if he looks in on you and finds me here?"

"I suspect he won't mind that much. Besides, I'm 18, what's he going to do about it?"

"Shoot me?" Jacob offered. Bella snorted and rested her head on his chest.

"Will Billy be worried?" She asked softly. Contemplating spending the night alone, she began to feel panic rise in her chest.

"Nah, when he phase it's sort of a right of passage. I'm considered a man now, regardless of my age. Sam will probably be pretty annoyed that I haven't checked in." Jacob was suddenly silent, his eyes wide.

"Uh-oh, I hear Charlie's car. What do you want me to do?"

"Hide!" she exclaimed. Jacob jumped up and gathered his clothes. He slipped into the closet as they heard Charlie come in the house. Bella pulled her quilt up to her chin and feigned sleep. Charlie poked his head in her room but, apparently, believed she was sleeping and closed the door softly. Bella tried to keep herself from remembering the other times a male companion had hidden from Charlie's nightly checks. This time, however, was much less innocent than those incidents. As Jacob rejoined her in bed, Bella tried to force her mind back to the present.

"As if you never existed," Bella muttered to herself.

"What, honey?" Jacob asked softly, kissing her neck again. Bella didn't answer as she focused on the physical sensations of Jacob's nearness. He made it much easier for her as his fingers trailed down her chest and stomach. The aching hole in her chest faded to nothing as she lost herself in Jacob again.