I leaned back and let the cool water of the shower run over my face. I couldn't take it much longer. It was to the point that just at the sight of Nessie, I was rock hard, dreaming of touching her. But as much as I loved it, it just didn't feel right. I was still struggling with the fact that she was merely a little girl. I knew that wasn't true though. I knew that she aged at an accellerated rate. I knew that she was fully mature physically and mentally. I knew that physically, she was actually two years older than me, frozen at 18 years old. While I was technically 16 years her senior, we were equals, and our time to be together had just about arrived. I had to accept that, although I couldn't help but feel like a dirty creep sometimes.

Edward and Bella had decided to leave us alone for the entire summer, headed up north to visit their friends in Alaska. They knew that over this period of time that Nessie and I's relationship would change. They knew it better than I did. I remembered when Edward told me that Nessie was going to be ready for me very, very soon, like weeks away soon, I was shocked.

"Huh? What you mean now? I don't think Nessie is ready for that kind of relationship with me. Don't worry about that Edward."

He had raised a single eyebrow at me and smirked

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"Oh how I wish you were right. Believe me Jacob. She may not be quite there yet, but it's coming. It's coming very soon. Have you forgotten that I can see her mind?"

I blushed at the thought of Edward listening to his daughter's sexual fantasies about me. Bet he wished he wasn't able to read minds while he was living with his hormonal teenage daughter. Awkward!

"You've got that right." he laughed. "She's not thinking of you that way yet, Jake. Not sexually. But she's been paying a little more attention to you than normal. She's been noticing things like your muscles, your teeth. She's been wanting physical contact with you, though not sexual yet. Unless of course she's just hiding it from me. She's gotten pretty good at repressing her thoughts over the last few years. But soon she won't be able to keep her mind quiet. That's part of the reason we're leaving. I can't stand my own daughter's sexual fantasies. And I'm sure it would humiliate her more than it would me."

"So you're leaving her with me? You're saying that you're actually comfortable with leaving her with me for an entire summer, knowing what is going to happen?" I was shocked. Edward and I had become friends over the years, but this was almost ridiculous.

"I know your thoughts are pure Jake. I know you are loving and respectful of my daughter, and I know you haven't had one inappropriate thought toward her. I know when she changes your mind into seeing her in that sexual way, the last thing you need is me in your brain. And I know you will treat our Nessie right. This has been a long time coming. I have accepted that you will be with our daughter, I just don't think I could stomach knowing every little dirty detail."

I was still shaking my head in disbelief two days later when they actually followed through with leaving the two of us alone together for two months.

I was even more disbelieving when I finally opened my eyes and realized the subtle things Nessie was doing. Once her parents were out of the picture, she began dressing a little more provocatively. She was always smiling from ear to ear at me, even more so than usual. And what made it difficult for me to control myself, she was constantly maintaining physical contact with me. Smelling me. Touching my hair. Her fingers would linger and tickle the back of my neck as she was stroking my hair. If I wasn't imagining things, Renesmee was actually trying to turn me on.

Within the first 24 hours of us being alone, I could feel that change in myself taking place. I started to notice the maturity in her now adult features. The curve in her hips, the pout on her freshly glossed lips. The way her legs looked in her tight denim. The way her breasts looked perfect in her lower than usual tank tops. This was it. The time had come.

But, if this is what I had been waiting for for the last seven years, why was I so scared?

As I reached down to clean myself with the bar of soap I held in my hand, I realized I was already hardening at the thought of her. I was going to have to say something to initiate the relationship before this thing gave me away. What would Nessie say?

UGH I was so frustrated.

"Jaaaaake," she called as she opened the bathroom door and walked in like it was nothing.

"Hey Ness, didn't know I was in the shower?" I asked sarcastically as I opened slid the shower door open minimally to peek out. I covered myself with my hand so she wouldn't see I was standing on end through the clouded glass of the shower door. The sight of her only made me harder. Her loose curls hung down her bare back, that was mostly uncovered due to the small towel she wrapped around her. I pulled my head back inside the shower and closed the door behind me, knowing that continuing to look at her would only give me away.

"Did you plan on spending all day in there? I'd like to shower myself. I hate how dirty I feel after hunting."

"Can't you use your parents' bathroom?" I questioned.

I could see her turn away from the mirror she had been looking at herself in and face me through the clouded door. Self-conscious, I angled the front of my body away from her.

"Jake!" She huffed. "You're in my shower. In my bathroom. With my shampoo and conditioner in there. And my blower dryer and make-up out here. I could have asked the same question about you," she laughed.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied. "The longer you stay in here yakking at me, the longer I am going to take."

"Just hurry it up. I'm getting into the shower in five minutes whether you're still in there or not."

With that, the door shut behind her and I struggled to catch my breath. Whether I'm still in here or not? What did that mean? That she had planned on taking off her towel and getting into the shower with me, naked? Her and I both naked? Was she just kidding? Was there an underlying meaning behind that? I mean, she had never said anything like that to me before, so why now? I had never seen her naked, even as a baby. And she had never seen me naked either. Even when I turned, I would head off into the woods to transition back to human and get dressed. She must have meant something by that. Maybe she was just as confused as me.

What was I going to say to her? I slapped my forehead.

Fuck. Five minutes to get out.

What was I going to do about my hard-on? I should probably take care of that to keep it from popping up later, but I didn't have time to do that, wash my hair and be out of the bathroom in five minutes.
Baseball, baseball, baseball I said to myself, trying to get my mind out of the gutter. I pushed it down with my hand, but it sprung right back up. Baseball hockey soccer! Anything but Renesmee.

Regaining control of myself had never been something I was good at, but eventually it seemed to work. I quickly finished washing my hair and shut the tap off, wrapping a towel around my waist and stepping out.

As I walked out of the bathroom, Renesmee was sitting on her bed, still in nothing but a towel flipping through a magazine.

"All yours," I called behind me as I made a bee-line for her door. I could feel her eyes lingering on my back, and I resisted the impulse to flex it for her.

"Thanks Jake," she called after me.

Walking into the spare bedroom to where my clothes were, I shut the door and sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands.

Think Jacob, I thought to myself. I had to take care of this today. I had to get it out in the open before things became weird and awkward with us. What was I going to say to her?

Nessie already knew about the imprint. She knew when she was a little girl that she was going to grow up and marry me. She even told me so. Her parents told her about the special bond the two of us had. She knew it was there. She knew she was going to love me one day. She knew my love for her was unconditional. But to a child, love meant a very different thing than it does to an adult. So even though we both knew the futures that lay ahead of us, making that transition was going to prove to be complicated, and bound to be at least just a little awkward. Especially for me, who used to hold her in my arms when she was a tiny little baby.

Should I say something to her, or should I just kiss her?

Digging through the dresser that had been assigned to me while I was "babysitting" Renesmee, I pulled out my staples, a pair of black track pants and a white t-shirt. Tonight we were just going to be staying in, watching a movie as usual. There was no need to make dinner either, we had just gone on a hunt becuase Nessie was craving blood. We were going to just have a relaxing, lazy evening on the couch. Or that's what I had told myself.

I was worried about how long this conversation was going to take, and how awkward it was going to be. Maybe I would just be a coward and not say anything at all. Maybe I would just wait for her to make the move if she was as close to it as Edward seemed to think she was. But that wasn't fair to her. I was supposed to be her protector, her man, the adult in the situation. I had to do it myself.

Looking in the mirror mounted on the dresser, I rubbed my hair down with the towel then shook it out. I checked my teeth to make sure there was no animal flesh left caught between and flexed my biceps for good measure. I wasn't usually the conceited type, but right now, I felt like I could really use the confidence.

I made my way downstairs to the sofa, flipping on the TV. Of course, being a Tuesday night, there was nothing on.

Renesmee skipped down the stairs, sprung over the back of the sofa and landed beside me. Grabbing my arms, she flipped me to the floor and pounced on top. Touching her teeth gently against the side of my neck, she had won. I had been so distracted, I hadn't even thought to fight back.

"Gotcha!" she giggled, rubbing her nose along the spot on my neck where her teeth had just made contact, causing my entire body to prickle up in goosebumps.

This had been a regular position for us to be in through the years. We were always roughhousing, Renesmee always desperate to prove that she was stronger than me, even though realistically we were pretty even in strength. Today, however, I couldn't deny that it felt different. This is the first time we had wrestled since Edward and Bella had left nearly a week before.

Her scent was a dizzying combintion of vampire hybrid and strawberry shampoo and I was very aware of the shape of her breasts pushed against my chest, and her breath on my neck.

Baseball, baseball, baseball, I told myself. This time it wasn't working. I could feel the movement in my pants, and was desperate to control it. My face immediately flushed and the stress of it caused my heart to begin hammering.

Baseball baseball fucking baseball! Why wasn't it working? Could Nessie feel that?

I held still, not fighting back, not wanting her to see what was going on inside my pants. I hoped she would simply climb off me and not look back. But then she did something shocking. She actually lowered herself a little and made contact with my swaying pole. Oh God. Whether it was an accident or not, I could now practically guarantee she had felt it.

My face burned with embarassment.

"C'mon Ness. I need a drink," I said a little too harshly, picking her up off me in one swift movement.

With my knees bent to help conceal my hard-on, I strategically got up facing away from her and walked to the kitchen to fill a glass with water.

As I turned on the tap, her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she tucked her face in the crevice where my neck met my shoulder.

"Love you Jake."

So did that mean she felt it? Or she didn't?

"Love you too Ness," I replied, unsure.

But then she jerked my arm, forcing me to turn to face her. I was worried she would look down at me, but instead, she met my eyes.

"No, but Jake, what I mean is that, I really, really love you. Like this," she said as she reached her hand to my face, presumably to show me a vision.

In the vision she showed me, she was leaning in for a kiss. A deep and sensual kiss. I was elated.

As the vision ended and she began to lean in, I froze. She had just handled the situation that I was supposed to take care of. She wasn't going to initiate this. I was.

Before she had a chance to meet my lips, I held the small of her back firmly and dipped her backward and met her lips met sweetly, slowly. First a peck on the lips, then another, and another. I leaned in for a fourth and pulled on her bottom lip with my teeth. Her hands instantly made their way to the back of my hair. Her lips parted and welcomed my tongue with hers. Her soft lips felt amazing.

When we finally parted, she stood on her tip toes to look directly in my eyes, her arms still wrapped around my neck.

"That's what I mean by I love you, Jacob Black. I always knew that I would grow up to love and marry you, but I'm so happy that I am finally experiencing what that will feel like. You're all I've been thinking about all week since my parents have been gone. I'm glad my daddy's not here, I would die of embarassment if he knew the things I'd been thinking about you.

I chuckled.

"That's why he left, Ness."

"Huh? He knew?"

"Yeah," was my only response. I didn't want to embarrass her, but I didn't want to lie to her either.

"You knew too?"

"Kinda," I replied. "Didn't quite believe it, I wasn't sure that you were there yet. Your dad just told me that your feelings were on their way and he was going to leave so we could explore our relationship without him being stuck involuntarily in your head."

"Oh," she smiled, leaning in for another kiss. "Well I'm glad then, that we have the whole summer to spend together."