Saturday, December 11, 2010

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Love This Pain *bonus chapter*

Author’s Note: Thanks for all the support everyone!  A LOT of you wanted this - it was something I had originally cut out of the story to keep the pace up, but I didn’t want to trash it completely.  This chapter picks up immediately after Seth leaves Claire’s house after dropping Regan off after the bonfire.  Enjoy!


Bonus Chapter: Broken


As soon as the front door to Claire’s house closed, she was on me like a piranha. 

“What took you guys so long to get here?” She asked me skeptically, raising one black eyebrow. 

I shook my head, trying to clear my senses after being cooped up in Seth’s truck with him.  His warm, spicy clean scent made my head cloud and not function like it should.  When he hugged me so close to his warm body, I had to practically pinch myself to keep from enjoying it too much.  It was clear that his embrace in the cab of the Bronco had been out of friendship; he hadn’t tried anything remotely like that with me, and I couldn’t read into it too much.  He just wanted to be friends. 


That was a word I needed to take very seriously from now on. 

“Have you been crying?” Claire demanded, grabbing my arm.  She looked at my eyes closely. 

“Maybe a little,” I mumbled, wiping my drippy mascara from under my eyes. 

“Come on,” She hissed, yanking on my arm.  “We need to talk.”

I followed Claire upstairs to her room, pausing to wrinkle my nose.  “Why do you smell like a wet dog?”  It was faint, but she definitely smelled like she had been wrestling with a wet golden retriever. 

“I, um…guess it’s just the smoke smell from the bonfire.”

Now it was my turn to look skeptical.  “Bonfires do not smell like dogs, Claire.”

“Whatever. You’re just trying to change the subject, Regan.  Now spill!”

I shook my head as I dropped my bag on her bed.  “It’s nothing.  I was just upset with Seth for breaking Brady’s face.”

Claire giggled as she pulled her long, perfectly curled, black hair into a messy ponytail.  “Sure…sure.  You liked it.”

“I really didn’t,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Oh come on.  As much as I hate it when guys fight…it must have felt good to see Seth come to your rescue and avenge your honor.”

“This isn’t a Disney movie, Claire.  I didn’t ask him to do that.”

“But still,” she shrugged, pacing in front of her bed.  I sprawled out on her white comforter, still trying to catch my breath.  While I was upset that Seth had done what he did at the bonfire, I had a hard time keeping focus when all I could think about was him hugging me. I realized that his wink in the foyer had been playful; it was very Seth.  But…was it wrong for me to wish that it wasn’t? 

“I still think you liked it.”

“That’s not the point.  He can’t go around punching people every time someone says something mean to me.  He’s like a barbarian!”

“Something like that.”

“Wait—what?” I asked, rolling over onto my stomach.  She shrugged and sat down at her vanity to start taking off her makeup. 

“Regan, these guys are like…dogs,” she said with a coy smile.  “You have to forgive them for the silly things they do and just learn to live with it.  You’ll never find a more faithful friend than someone like Seth. Take Quil, for example, he knows I hate it when he treats me like a child, and well…if I get upset about it enough, he stops.  I had to train him — like a puppy,” she said to me.  She smirked at herself in the mirror before continuing to remove her makeup.

A sudden howl from the backyard nearly made me come out of my skin.  “What was that?” I asked, jumping up.  “I swear it’s like….wild kingdom out there…” I muttered.  Claire looked surprisingly unalarmed. 

“Oh…I’m used to it.”

“How do you get used to having wolves howling in your backyard? So close to the house?’
She snorted. “Well I don’t exactly expect them to run up to the house and through the front door…” she laughed again, but it was almost like she was laughing to herself. 

“I just don’t like it.”

Claire laughed.  “Aren’t you used to that by now?”

I shook my head.  “Definitely not.”

“Oh well, Regan…trust me, the wolves around here are the last of your problems.”


The next morning, I woke up feeling completely drained and exhausted.  Claire had yapped my ear off most of the night, and I had only gotten a few hours of sleep before she was up again, yammering away about ‘making the most of a long weekend’.  Apparently she was shopping all day in Port Angeles.  I was going to have to make a note to myself to not expect any sleep when having ‘sleepovers’ with Claire. 

“You sure you don’t want to come Christmas shopping with me in Seattle?”

“Um, no…I think I’ll be taking a Christmas nap,” I mumbled, wincing as she threw her drapes open. 

When Sue picked me up, I was shocked to see Leah in the passenger seat. 

“Hey,” I said brightly, relieved to see that Leah was still in Forks.

“Hey yourself.  Sue and I came to collect you.  Did you get any sleep?” she asked, looking at the dark circles under my eyes.

“No, not a bit.  I can’t wait to get home and just relax.”

Leah and Sue exchanged a knowing look. 

“About that…” Leah mumbled as Sue pulled away from Claire’s house. 


“You’ll see.”

“So Claire kept you up all night huh?” Leah asked, turning around in her seat.  I yawned, rubbing my eyes.  “She never shuts up.”

Leah chuckled.  “She never even shut up as a baby.  She was born with that mouth moving.”

By the time we got home, I was nearly nodding off in the backseat of the car.   Pulling into the driveway, I saw a familiar sleek car that I had seen once before. 

“I’m sorry, Regs, no sleep for you today,” Leah laughed, hoisting my overnight bag over her shoulder.  I yawned and followed her inside with Sue.  There, sitting on the couch, was Alice Cullen.

“Good morning, Regan,” she smiled.  She was sitting on the edge of the couch cushion, closest to Charlie’s armchair.  He was sprawled out, business as usual, a huge plate of eggs on his lap.

“Did Alice cook for you, Charlie?” Leah asked in surprise. 

“She sure did.  Steak and eggs — just how I like.”

“What a treat. I usually don’t let you eat something so decadent in the morning,” Sue chuckled, punching her husband playfully on the shoulder. He pretended to be hurt and began inhaling the food even faster. 

Alice smiled politely from the couch.  “Sorry, Sue.  He didn’t tell me he wasn’t allowed steaks in the mornings.”

“It’s alright, Alice,” Sue said, rolling her eyes at Charlie.  He snuck a peek at Sue as she breezed into her kitchen. 

Leah flopped down on the chair opposite Alice, her expression wary.  “What’s up your child-sized sleeve for today?” she asked.

Alice laughed, the tinkling sound echoing in the small living room.  I watched as her strange golden eyes squinted slightly from laughing. 

“Measurements.  I promise to be quick.”

“Not too quick, I hope,” Leah grumbled, flipping on the TV.  She pretended to pout, but Alice gave her a knowing smile. 

“You’ll survive. Besides…I think I’m here to measure someone else as well you,” Alice said pointedly.  Leah’s’ eyes widened and she sat straight up in her seat. 

“Oh!  I almost forgot!” she said to Alice.  Looking at me, still standing in the doorway on my crutches, she stood up and bolted to my side. 

“Will you be in my wedding?” she asked quickly, her brown eyes lit up.  I opened my mouth to speak but no sound came out.  I was completely touched that she would even ask me that — I barely knew her.  And yet, that didn’t have any affect to my answer. 

“Y-yes,” I stuttered, still in shock.  Leah squeezed my hands and smiled. 

“It means a lot to me,” she said quietly in her smooth voice.  I gave her an unsure smile, trying to figure out what she meant by that.  If she had only known me a few days, why did it mean so much to her that I was in her wedding?  I didn’t have time to think before a cold hand touched mine.  I jumped, instantly brought back to the present.

“Come on, I need to measure you for a bridesmaid’s dress!” Alice said impatiently, giving my hand a tug.  I limped over to the living room, leaning on the back of Charlie’s armchair for support.  Alice glanced down at my cast. 

“Well, what ever did you do to her, Charlie?  Do we have another Bella on our hands?”

“Bella never was one for the ice,” Charlie mumbled through a mouthful of food.  He turned around and looked at me in his armchair as I leaned against it. 

“No, this one isn’t as clumsy as Bella,” he said good-naturedly.  I smiled awkwardly, meeting Alice’s strange yet friendly gaze.

“I fell out of a window,” I replied sheepishly.  Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak, but instead closed it.
“A story for another day when we don’t have so much to do!” she chirped, giving me a quick wink.  I felt my cheeks redden.  Charlie grinned up at me through his mustache. 

“She’s something, ain’t she?”

I laughed but by the end of the afternoon, I had to agree.  Alice had me go through almost a dozen bridal magazines to pick out the perfect bridesmaid’s dress.  Apparently the wedding was small; I was the only girl walking down the aisle as a bridesmaid as Leah apparently didn’t have many girlfriends. 

When I had picked out a design that I was happy with, I finally let Alice measure me.  She had me stand up in the middle of the living room, hold my arms out, and her cold little hands took my measurements with a measuring tape. 

I felt my heart flutter when I heard a familiar sound in the driveway.  Moments later, Seth tromped through the front door, his eyes instantly meeting mine.

“Hey!” he said brightly, standing with his hands on his hips.  Alice stuck her head out from behind me.

“Hi Seth!” she trilled happily, giving him a quick wave.  He waved back, giving me a quizzical look. 

“Oh, hey,” Leah said, coming from the kitchen. 

“What’s all this?” Seth asked; his expression clearly puzzled.  Leah grinned at me, walking over as she chewed on a piece of licorice.  

“Regan’s in the wedding,” she said casually, glancing at her brother.  Seth’s face lit up, and I instantly felt weak-kneed being in the presence of one of his million-watt smiles.

“That’s awesome!  This is going to be a kick-ass wedding!” he said, clapping his hands together loudly.  I laughed, glancing down at Alice as she measured around my waist.

“Just a few more,” she promised, looking up through her short, stylish bangs.  I nodded, looking up at Seth.

‘Thank you’ he mouthed to Leah who was now on the couch.  I watched her nod once before looking away.  Why was he thanking her?  I didn’t have time to think about it. 

“Done!” Alice announced, stepping away from me.  She gave me a charming smile, and for a second, I was completely captivated by how truly beautiful the tiny girl was. 

“Can I get you to stay for dinner, Alice?” Charlie asked, shuffling back into the room.  All of the wedding talk had bored him far too much, and he had been helping Leah graze over the Thanksgiving leftovers for the past half an hour. 

“Oh Charlie, that’s so sweet of you, but I really have to be heading home.  I was only in Seattle for the day. This was just a pit stop on the drive home.”

“Ah, okay,” he said, visibly disappointed.  She smiled again, playfully slugging him on the shoulder. 

“We’re still coming down for New Year’s though.  Don’t be too sad.  Bella’s already excited about it!” she added with another wink. 

“Good, good.  It’ll be nice to see her again,” Charlie said.  “Been too long.”

“She’ll be here, Charlie,” Alice reassured him.  She looked at me again as she quickly rolled up her measuring tape. 

“I’m throwing a party at Seth’s house for New Year’s….will you be coming?” she asked curiously, her golden eyes gleaming. 

“Yeah, you have to come!” Seth replied, bounding out of the kitchen.  In one hand, he had the last turkey leg; and in the other, he had a bowl full of mashed potatoes.  

“Um…sure, I’ll be there,” I agreed with a nod. 

“Oh!  Excellent!  I’ll help you decide what to wear!” Alice said, clapping her tiny hands together.  Seth rolled his eyes, but she simply grinned and ignored him.  Suddenly, she froze as she was reaching for her oversized bag.  Her strange, yellowy eyes grew unfocused, and for a minute, I almost panicked.

Before I could say anything, she blinked several times.  “Oh…yes, you should wear something black — black would be perfect for a New Year’s party.” she muttered, nodding to herself. 

I gave her a weird look, but Seth just shrugged from the doorway of the living room. 

“I’ll be seeing you in a month!  Leah, remember to approve those flower arrangements when I email them to you on Monday, okay?  We have to confirm them ASAP!”

“Sure thing,” Leah replied form the couch, not taking her eyes off Sports Center.  Alice snorted and looked like she had to force herself from rolling her eyes. 

“See you soon!” she trilled one last time and in a flash, she was gone. 

I flopped down on the couch, propping my cast up on the coffee table.  Seth ambled over past Charlie and sat on the couch beside me. 

“So…is she always like that? I’m exhausted.”

Seth chuckled, settling against the arm of the couch.  He was still several inches away from me, but I could feel the warmth radiating from his leg.  I liked how close he was, and I couldn’t help but wonder – was he that close to me because he wanted to be? Or because Leah was lying sprawled on the other couch and Charlie was in his recliner?  It was the only place for him to sit, but still…

“Yeah, you get used to her.  She’s just a planner.  She likes things…just so.”

“I like her,” I admitted with a laugh.  “She’s just…”

“A piece of work?” he asked, looking down at me.  I gazed into his soft, brown eyes and nodded. 

“Yeah, you could say that.”

We shared a quiet laugh and soon Seth had turned his attention to Sports Center. Charlie was already snoring from the recliner, and Leah soon joined him. 

“Man, these leftovers are making me sleepy—must be all the turkey,” Seth whined a few minutes later. 

I yawned, nodding.  “I haven’t even had any turkey and I’m exhausted.  Oh yeah, maybe it’s because Claire kept me up all night.”

“Did you have fun?” he asked, looking down at me.  I nodded, stifling another yawn. 

“I did.  She just wears me out sometimes,” I admitted.  He nodded, looking back up at the flat screen. 

He was silent for a few minutes as his eyes watched the screen and I watched him.  It was almost as if my gaze was drawn to him somehow.  I could tell he wasn’t really watching the game though. 

“I’m um…I’m really sorry about…last night,” he offered quietly, looking down at me.  I bit my lip and looked down at my lap. 

“It’s alright Seth…I…I know you were just looking out for me.”

“I am, Regan.  And I’d do anything for you to realize that.  We’re friends and…and honestly I would’ve gotten angry with Brady for saying something mean about one of my other friends too.  He’s just an ass, I mean..”

“Would you have punched him in the face if it was one of your other friends?” I blurted out quietly, looking to make sure no one else was paying attention.  Charlie and Sue were both in the kitchen, and Leah was engrossed in the blaring TV.

An amused expression crossed Seth’s chiseled features.  “Well…probably not, but…but you’re a special friend,” he added with a chuckle.

“Define special friend.”

He raised an eyebrow at me, surprised by another repeat of my pushy questioning.  But I didn’t care - I wanted answers.

“Special friend….well…it’s someone you…ahm….you would…you would punch someone in the face for,” he replied with a smile. 

I felt my heart speed up a little as I gazed up at his perfectly straight, white teeth as he grinned at me. 

“Just don’t worry about it.  I said I was sorry….are you still mad?”

I shook my head.  “For some reason….I don’t think I could stay angry with you for long.  Someone Leah mentioned about smiling like a jackass…”

Seth elbowed me and I laughed, instantly feeling more comfortable.  “I do not smile like a jackass.  I smile like…I smile like I mean it.  And I do.”

“You’re so weird,” I teased. 

“So you’re not mad?”

“I told you I wasn’t,” I chuckled, rolling my head on the back of the couch to look at him. 

His face got a little more serious.  “I meant what I said though….I really do.” 

“About what?”  I had a feeling I knew what he was talking about, but I wanted to hear him say that words.  I wanted to hear him say again that he would never leave me. 

Maybe if he said it enough times, would it be true?

“That I will always be here, and no matter what…I’ll always be your friend.  Always.”

I felt myself give him a relieved smile. 

He reached over and ruffled my messy hair, giving me another million dollar smile. 

I hadn’t even realized I dozed off until I woke up.  A quick glance at the window told me it was dark out which meant I had been sleeping for awhile.  However, when I remembered that it was a holiday weekend and I didn’t have anywhere to be, I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.  I was so tired.

Wait a second. I realized my face was resting on something hard and warm.  Not just a little warm—very warm—and it smelled amazing…

“Oh!” I gasped, sitting up quickly. Seth was jostled awake, and he looked just as confused as I was.  He blinked several times, and we realized at the same time that I had fallen asleep against his arm. 

I quickly glanced at Leah and Charlie, feeling better that they were still asleep in their respective chairs and couches.  Seth looked just as panicked as I was. 

“Um….s-sorry,” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks turn hot. 

“It’s…it’s okay,” he stuttered, sitting up a little bit.  I glanced sideways at him, realizing he was staring right at me with his sleepy eyes. 

“I fell asleep,” I admitted sheepishly. 

“I did too. Sorry,” he laughed awkwardly.  I nodded, leaning against the other side of the couch.  I glanced at him again before closing my eyes, and I was relieved to see that Seth looked about as un-sorry as I felt. 

*Bonus Eye Candy*

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

A Little mid-week tease.... ; )

Teaser for an upcoming chapter of 'Love This Pain' to celebrate! I'm the author of the week for the Twi Network, and the lovely Emmett-Cullen's-Biggest-Fan has given me a wonderful rec on Phase Fics!  

“You’d talk about boys for me?” I giggled.  “I’m just kidding,” I said, patting him on the knee.  

He nodded his head good naturedly, clasping and unclasping his hands together.  “Yeah…well….that’s what friends do, right?  They talk about…shopping, and boys and school, and stupid guys who give them snarky looks,” he grimaced, and I guessed he felt about as cool as he sounded. 

“Well, we could talk about girls.”

I couldn’t believe I had said that.   As soon as the words were out of my mouth I felt like smacking myself for being so stupid, but I couldn’t help it.  I wanted to know why Seth didn’t have a girlfriend, and the question burned on the tip of my tongue, and I tried to fight it back without avail.  

“Seth…so why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

He looked over at me, his head moving so fast I thought he had hurt himself.  “What?” he asked.  He sounded almost…hurt.

“Why…w-why don’t you ever go out with girls?” I asked. 

Seth looked away quickly, and I could see his brown eyes searching the ground in front of him.  It was almost like he was hoping an answer would jump up out of the sand and present itself to him.  

“I do…I mean…I did, once upon a time, gah, I don’t know!” he laughed, the deep laughter vibrating through him through to my leg.  I looked down, embarrassed that I had asked him such a personal question.  He was an adult, and it was rude of me to ask him that. As always, Seth was a good sport about it.  

“I’m sorry. You’re an adult, that was rude of me to ask you,” I lamented.  Even though my mom wasn’t around a lot growing up, I still at least had manners. 

Maybe one day I’ll learn to use them, I thought to myself with a smirk.  I looked at Seth, and he was frowning slightly.  

“I’m not that grown up,” he insisted, sounding childlike.  I giggled, shoving him on his muscled shoulder.  Touching him made him seem more real – he was so charmingly juvenile in my mind when I thought of him, at least personality and mannerisms.  I expected him to catch him stealing cookies or putting out fake vomit to scare his mother.  I forgot that he was older sometimes, even though that was a very dangerous thing for me to do.  But…touching his solid, muscular shoulder reminded me that he was definitely a grown up.  

And definitely not for me.  

“I date….” He said slowly.  He looked up at me from the ground and played with my cast again.  “But I just don’t have time for all that.  I mean…work and…” he trailed off, looking out at the ocean.  

“When you’re not at work you’re at Sue’s.  That could be girlfriend time.” 

Since when was I so brave with my words?  I was on a roll and I knew that I shouldn’t be prying; I might uncover answers that I didn’t want.  But…I had to know.  Why didn’t Seth have a girlfriend?  

“I…I don’t know,” he stuttered.  “Do you care that I’m there all the time?”

I shook my head.  “Of course not.  And Sue loves it.  She’s always talking about what she’s going to cook for you.”

I looked over, watching his face.  He looked…disappointed?

“I…I like having you there too.  Who else will make Charlie uncomfortable?  And who else will Sue hit on the back of the head for saying goofy shit?”

Seth chuckled, but his face returned to its somber state a few seconds later.  He was clearly deep in thought.  “Yeah…yeah you’re right.  Who else?” 


He frowned again, and looked like he wanted to say something.  It got very quiet, and I was suddenly feeling a little awkward.  I realized that I shouldn’t be here with him like this – it was wrong.  I was feeling things for Seth that I shouldn’t be, and it was not good for me to be out here with him, alone, on this beautiful beach with the moonlight shining down on his chiseled, perfectly tan face.  His warm body shouldn’t pre pressed against my leg, and it shouldn’t give me the feelings that it did.  Being alone on a deserted beach with a man – not just a boy but a man – shouldn’t make me feel this content.  I shouldn’t feel unsatisfied by not having myself wrapped in his arms.  

But, once again here I was…knowing that I shouldn’t feel the way I did about Seth.  

When had it happened?  I turned my head and enjoyed the simple view of the beautiful man in front of me as he gazed out at the ocean, his black eyebrows furrowed into a slight frown, his lips pressed together.  When had he suddenly become something other than the dorky cop who hung around at his mommy’s house, asking stupid questions and smiling too much?  I didn’t know and I didn’t care.  

My new found feelings for him were wrong, and yet…I didn’t feel sorry.  Knowing Seth was the first thing that had made me feel alive for the first time in months.  I felt content. Complete.  Cherished.  I didn’t want to give that feeling up. 

I wouldn’t. 

Tuesday, October 19, 2010


Love This Pain got rec'd!  

Yes, it's true.  Love This Pain was rec'd by a lovely blog, 'Misfics' - dedicated to secondary characters (Team Seth!) and non canon fics.  While LTP is a feeble attempt at canon, most will argue that it's not.  *coughTwilightedcough*

A big THANK YOU to this lovely site for giving my little Seth fic -that - could some love.  I'm so touched, and this made my day.  Be sure to head over there and check out some of their wonderful other fic recs - spread the love.  

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Leah Clearwater 2.0

So, I must say that one of my favorite characters is Leah.  If you're reading my fic 'Immortal' I haven't gotten to Leah yet, but the level of torment and agony that girl goes through in Eclipse (albiet behind the scenes in a sense) must have been monumental.  Can you really blame her for being how she is in Breaking Dawn?  (aka, a heinous bitch 90 percent of the time?)  I really can't.  While I'd love to write a Leah fic, I'm just not sure that I have that much angst in me.   I'll have to leave it to the other authors out there to write a Leah fic.  

That said, I've come up with a compromise by inserting a healthy dose of Seth Clearwater's love sister into Love This Pain.  However, she isn't the Leah that we're all used to.  I give you...

Happy Leah.  

The girl has been through enough, so I wanted to give her a dose of peace.  While I know right off the bat I will get comments about her being out of character, I'm choosing to ignore them.  

First of all, people change and most importantly - grow.  While my Leah has continued to occasionally phase (as we will learn) after meeting her much younger boyfriend Scotty, I do believe that separating herself from a pack and from La Push would have helped her do this.  Why you ask?  Well, she hints at wanting to relocate and get the f*ck out of La Push in BD, I had to give her her wish.  

Besides...Regan and Seth will have enough angst for one story, lol.  I needed to have a strong female come in that is relate able to Regan.  Claire is her friend, but Claire is too perfect.  She's never had her heart stomped on, she's never gotten in trouble, etc.  Claire is too squeaky clean to relate to Regan on the level that Leah will.  Regan has hit rock bottom since arriving in La Push, and the one person who will be able to relate to that is my version of Leah.  

That said, prepare yourself to a different girl than we saw in Eclipse and Breaking Dawn.  I think that getting away from Sam and Emily and the pack and moving to Seattle would have been the absolute best thing for this poor girl, so that's what I've done.  This is a Leah who has gotten up, scraped her heart off the floor, and distanced herself from all sources of pain and strife that have been plaguing her.  She curls her hair.  She wears high heeled boots.  She laughs.  She smiles.  Get used to happy Leah. 

Care for a teaser?


I knew when Leah stepped off the plane, because Sue shrieked with joy and clasped her hands together; I had also seen her high school pictures hanging in the upstairs hallway.  However, the girl that stepped off the tiny plane and into the airport doors was not the same girl that I had seen in the pictures scattered around Sue’s house.  No, that girl was sullen.  She had short, jaggedly cut black hair, a thin, almost slightly sallow looking face in the pictures; that Leah looked serious, almost…disappointed and brooding.  Her dark brown eyes had reminded me of Seth’s, but hers were quiet and flat, not happy and sparkling like his.  However, that had been the girl in the pictures.  

The woman that breezed through the airport doors wasn’t anything like the sullen looking teenager I had seen.  

Her long, lean legs carried her across the distance between us with such grace that it reminded me of the way Alice Cullen had moved; it was like you could have hurled a dozen tennis balls at both of them and they would have gracefully avoided both of them without spilling their coffee.   Leah moved like that.  She wore high heeled boots, dark, straight jeans, and a fuzzy white sweater that hung off her coppery shoulder.  A belt was cinched snugly around her waist, showing off her trim figure and long, gazelle like body.  The white color made her beautiful skin glow such a beautiful color that it almost hurt to look at her it was so perfect.  Her face was rounder; fuller, but it looked healthier than the pictures of her.  Leah’s cheeks were a bright pink from the icy wind that blew outside the doors, but as soon as she was inside it didn’t even look like she had noticed the rain.  Her black hair was longer now; it hung down past her shoulders in a sleek cut, certain pieces around her face curled in a stylish way.  

Leah was absolutely gorgeous.  

“Mom,” she breathed, embracing sue.  She had to lean down to hug her, and even Charlie.  Seth was next, embracing his sister tightly.  Leah looked small only next to Seth; she had to be almost six feet tall, not even counting the boots.  He thumped her on the back as he hugged her, but she didn’t seem to mind as she squeezed him back.  

“Hi little brother,” she said, beaming at him.  Happiness radiated from her as she pulled away and followed Seth’s’ somewhat expectant gaze…to me. 


Saturday, October 9, 2010

What do you get when.....

What do you get when you send two hormonally driven, lust-filled virgin imprints to Isle Esme?  Jake and Renesmee go cliff-diving one day on Isle Esme at the waterfalls.  When Renesmee tests Jacob's resolve with relentless flirting, teasing, and a super skimpy bathing suit (thanks, Alice), Jacob admits he is about to lose his mind...


“Go to the cave,” he called over the roaring sound of the waterfall.  She nodded, hiking along the ridge of rocks that led to a little alcove behind the waterfall.  It was a low ceilinged little indentation in the rocks, carved out by the water.  It went back about ten feet, and had a shallow tide pool and flat rocks to sit on. 

She looked around, taking in the appearance of the caves.  They had been there only a few short years ago, but it still felt like eons since she had been there last. 

Jacob’s voice startled her.  “You know, we used to have tea parties back here,” he said, a smile dancing on his lips.  She turned around, smiling wryly at him.

“Sorry,” she offered. 

“I didn’t say I minded.  If you were having fun so was I.”

She was silent for a few moments, and time seemed to drag as they stood there, Jacob crouching slightly in the low ceilinged cave.  She pressed her lips together, listening to the sound of the water hitting the lagoon in front of them. 

“That was fun,” she said finally, motioning to the lagoon where they had just dove.  “We should dive again. “

He nodded, looking slightly disappointed.  Swallowing her fear, she moved past him, brushing dangerously close to his body as she slid past the narrow rocks, teasing him.  She could feel him suck in a breath as her bathing suit clad bottom brushed against the front of his swimming trunks, but she kept moving.  They easily climbed up the rock face of the cliff in silence, finally reaching the top after a few minutes of climbing. 

Once there, she turned to look at him as she adjusted her swimsuit.  Her plan had worked at least a little – he could barely take his eyes off of her in it. 

Her eyes met his with a satisfied stare when she caught him watching her, but he simply looked away.  She followed his gaze as he stared out over the tree tops to the ocean, the waves crashing against the white beach far below. 

“Let’s go,” she said, motioning him forward.  He moved toward her, and she stuck out her chest again as she arranged her hair in preparation to dive.  Suddenly, his hot hands were on her sides and she felt herself being catapulted off the rock face.  She hit the water below a second before he did, and this time when they surfaced she barely had time to breath before his lips were on hers. 

Renesmee sputtered for a second, surprised at the shock of falling from such a height and then being assaulted by Jacob’s lips…not that she was complaining.

His mouth moved against hers hungrily, and she felt her arms wrap around his neck as they bobbed in the water.  She jumped slightly as her body bumped against the rocks; she realized that he had floated them over to the side of the lagoon, not that she would notice anyway.  Her head was spinning as he continued to give her deep, needing, open mouthed kisses.  It was an attack at the very least, but a welcome one.  She shivered as her back was pressed up against a flat rock, Jacob pinning her against it. 

Renesmee gasped slightly as his mouth made its way to her cheek, then to her neck, then down to lightly scrape his teeth against her ear.  

“You’ve been teasing me,” he said, his voice gruff.  She looked at him sideways, fighting the urge to smile. 

“What’s your point?”

“You’re going to make me do bad things, Renesmee.”

“So it did work then?”

“You make me so crazy sometimes… that I want to…”

She didn’t wait to hear his response.  “So do it then,” she countered back, sucking in a ragged breath as she felt her hands start to shake.  A rumble sounded deep in his chest, and his eyes seemed to darken before the words were out of her mouth. 

“You mean it?”

She nodded.  “Of course I do.”

Jacob stayed there, frozen against the rocks; their bodies pressed up against each other in the cool water of the lagoon, the waterfall crashing down behind them. 

He pressed his body flush with hers, and she became temporarily tongue tied; her previous boisterousness and daring mouth had frozen, slightly agape as she watched him.  The need to be suddenly careful hung in the air; she had never seen him look as wild as he did now; his jet black shaggy hair hung down the sides of his dark face, clinging to his defined jaw.  His eyes were blacker than the deepest, darkest night and suddenly alive with such fire that it made her want to whimper slightly.


Her voice seemed to startle him out of his daze, and he jumped slightly.  He suddenly pushed his body away from the rocks, floating backwards into the misty water.  Renesmee bit her lip and watched him move away from her, his coppery muscles flexing as he swam away from her. 

“Jake,” she repeated, pushing off the rocks.  She swam after him, her coppery hair fanning out behind her in the water as she moved.  He moved so that he was behind the waterfall, out of her sight.  Jacob was up out of the water, sitting on a flat rock at the water’s edge.  His knees where drawn up to his chest, his head resting on his arms, appearing to be deep in thought. 

With a grunt she hoisted herself up out of the water, crawling across the rock to sit cross legged a few feet from him. 

They were silent again, and it began to eat at her.  This wasn’t how she wanted things to be at all.

“What’s wrong?”

He lifted his head, glancing over at her.  His dark eyes were back to normal now, the fire and wildness gone.  He opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to think better of it and didn’t.

“Tell me,” she insisted, her timid void echoing off the nearby rocks.  He didn’t’ meet her gaze.

“You’re making me crazy.”

She snorted to herself, biting back a sarcastic laugh.  She was making him crazy?  Try the other way around…

“Speak for yourself.”

“What?” he asked, lifting his head up off his arms. 

She shook her head, dropping her eyes to the rocky surface below her. Her fingertips moved absently over the smooth rocks in the cave behind the waterfall, focusing on anything but his eyes.  If he caught her at the right moment, she knew that one look from those eyes would make her say anything he wanted her to.

“Nevermind.  Why am I making you crazy?”

“You just are.  I…I can’t explain it.”

“That’s insulting.  I’m making you crazy and you can’t even say why?”

“No.  You just are.”

“So don’t make me make you go crazy.”

He lifted one eyebrow skeptically.  “Easy for you to say.  You…you don’t know how un-hinged you make me, Renesmee.”

“I have an idea,” she muttered, feeling the rocks again.  She looked back up at him, narrowing her gaze.  When she saw the worried look in his features, her frown instantly lightened.