Chapter 12 - Forever Starts Now
I do not own Twilight or its characters. They belong to Stephanie Meyer. Ruby is from my imagination. I make no money from this.
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“Time you enjoyed wasting, was not wasted.” –John Lennon
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As Jacob drove he noticed yet again Ruby’s strange behavior. She was quiet, too quiet. The Ruby he knew and loved was never quiet, not even when tired. She would talk your ear off about almost anything and he loved hearing her.
“Ok. That’s it,” he told her, shutting off the engine after he pulled up to his house. “What’s wrong? I know something is wrong. Please tell me what it is. Is it me?”
“No. Oh, Gods no.” She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to move it out of her face as she sighed. “I did a spell,” she whispered purposely not looking in his eyes.
“A spell?”
“Yeah. That’s why I was at my grandma’s house this morning. She helped me with a disenchantment spell.” He looked at her patiently waiting on her to explain. “I had some doubts… about the imprinting.” Jacob sat up straighter, and turned to face her fully. “I wasn’t sure if what we have was forced because of the imprinting or if it was real. Something we made. I just had to know. I’m sorry.”
He was quiet for a moment, trying to take it all in. “Why?”
“Because you loved someone before me. You loved her so very much. And…” she sighed. She promised to be honest. Completely and brutally honest, even if the one hurt was her. “She doesn’t know it but…” She fought back tears as the temperature in the interior of her car started to drop, “She loves you. I see it in her aura; she’s in love with y-”
“You think I care about that?” he yelled out and Ruby was shocked into silence. She stared at him, wide eyed, her mouth hanging open, as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t care about her like that… not anymore. She’s my friend, has been since we were kids so I’ll always want her to be happy. Even if she threw herself at me now, begging me to love her, she would be disappointed because I don’t love her. I love you.” His hands tightened around the steering wheel and he hated that he ever loved Bella if only for the fact that it was causing doubt in the women he now loved, the women who he had every intention of spending the rest of their unnaturally long life together, the women who he was going to do his best to vanish all of her uncertainty.
He was quiet for a long moment; all that could be heard was Ruby heart beating wildly as she watched him, wondering what the outcome of this would be. He was shaking and gripping the poor steering wheel as if it was anchoring him to earth. She slowly and inconspicuously raised her left hand an inch, afraid he might phase right there in her SUV and she wanted to make sure her hands were ready.
Jacob was processing everything and struggling to find the right words to continue. “So, what did you find out from doing the spell?” His voice was calmer and the volume softer but he seemed hurt and she felt sick for being the one who hurt him.
“That I was stupid, that the imprinting did nothing more than notify us and anchor us and I should have just believed that I loved you and you loved me and that we made that love.” He was quiet again and she was starting to get worried. “It only last until sundown, it’ll reverse itself soon. A few minutes, ten at the most.”
“Ok.” He opened his mouth to say something more but he looked around and shook his head. “Not here. Come on.” He opened the car door and made a beeline for the house.
Ruby unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out of the car quickly because Jacob was already opening the door to the house. She jogged up the steps and looked around for him. Thinking her best bet was to check his room, she carefully walked down the hallway afraid of what he might say. She found him in there pacing.
“I never doubted what we have is real,” he began not looking at her. “And it’s ok that you did, I get that. I really do. This whole world is new to you, hell it’s pretty new to me. But what hurts is that you didn’t tell me. I could have helped you. We could have gone to Sam. He would have told you that the imprinting doesn’t make you love someone, it just shows you who your soul mate is and makes it so you want to be around them so you don’t waste your whole life looking for something that’s right in front of you.” He sighed, knowing he was screwing up the explanation somehow. “You didn’t have to worry alone. You don’t have to do anything alone.”
“I just… after all these years by myself, no one to talk to my own age, everyone making fun of me and saying mean things to me, calling me freak, after all that it’s a huge shock to have people like me, love me. I’m used to being by myself.” She plopped herself on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry I did it. But I needed solid proof that you loved me for me and not because you were told to by some mystic force. I needed to know that I was what you wanted and not some consolation prize for what you really wanted.”
He sat next to her. “I want you. I love you Ruby. For a few more minutes your spell is still in effect so what I’m feeling has nothing to do with the imprinting. I love you more than I thought it was ever possible to love another person.” She was beaming and she brought her hands up to caress his face as tears welled up in her eyes. He was concerned when they spilled over and slowly rolled down her face. “You know that don’t you?”
She didn’t answer right away, instead she swung one leg over his and planted herself firmly in his lap.
“I know that now and I’m never, ever, going to doubt it again. Swear, Scout’s honor.” She held up her hand. “I was never a Scout but you get my meaning.” He smiled at her and she felt everything was right between them. In her excitement she flung herself at him and kissed him with everything she had.
“I hope not because if I’m going to married you, we have to trust each other,” he said, rubbing her back.
“Yes, of cour- What?” He smirked at her confusion as he leaned forward. They never mentioned marriage. It was implied and they both thought it but they never mentioned it out loud. She heard him open his bedside table and rummage through it. A second later he was sitting straight again and he held his hand in front of her face. “What’s this?” she asked with more than a hint of suspicion and nerves.
“Open it. Quick we only have a few imprint-free minutes left,” he teased. She took the small, lumpy, poorly wrapped package from his palm. Opening it quickly, she found a bracelet with minuscule red beads braided into it, draped over a small white box. Her now shaking hands opened the box.
“Oh my Gods,” she screamed then dropped the box and bracelet on Jacob’s lap. Jacob chuckled at her expression and reached between them to pick up the objects she dropped.
He grabbed her arm and started to tie the bracelet around her wrist. “This is a promise bracelet. I made it just for you, see it’s red.” He mimicked the way she always explained how she wanted things just for its color. “And this,” he said pulling the object out of the box, “Is an engagement ring.” He felt the room get extremely warm, as Ruby started breathing heavy. “Ruby, it’s getting a little too warm in here.”
“Sorry,” she said looking at the ring as she cooled down the room.
“I had this for a few days, waiting for the right time but now I’m not so sure you’ll say yes,” he joked with her.
She looked up and locked eyes with him. “I’ll say yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Really?” He smiled at her and he looked just like a kid that found out Christmas came early.
She nodded vigorously, “Really.”
He took her left hand and placed the ring on her shaking ring finger. And just like that, they were engaged. She looked down at the ring and thought how perfect it suited her. It was a simple platinum ring with a red stone. To others they would probably see nothing too spectacular but to Ruby, its simplicity is what made it amazing.
“It was my mom’s. My dad said she would have wanted me to have it.” She heard the emotion in his voice and kissed him on the cheek. “You should have seen the look the jeweler gave me when I asked him to trade out the diamond for a ruby. He thought I was nuts.”
Her face brightened up. “It’s a ruby?”
“Of course, what’d you think I would get you?” Jacob let out an ‘oomph’ as Ruby threw herself forward, her lips crushing into his.
Just then Ruby and Jacob felt themselves become whole again. The unease and uncertainty they were feeling were erased.
“I think the spell just reversed itself,” he stated.
“Thank the Gods.” She leaned forward and placed her head on his shoulder. “Hey guess what?” she whispered as she kissed his neck.
“What?” he whispered back planting his hands on her bare knees.
“We’re engaged.” She kissed along the column of his neck.
He let out a breathless chuckle, his breathing becoming labored from her attention. “I know. I was there.”
She had reached his ear and gently sucked on his earlobe. “I love you Jacob Black.”
His hands slid up to her thigh, insufferably slow for her, disappearing under the cotton hem of her dress. “I love you Ruby Joy Moon Star Taylor.” He playfully took a deep breath. “Your name is a mouthful.”
“Soon-to-be Mrs. Ruby Joy Moon Star Black.” She was kissing her way down his neck. She didn’t know what was coming over her but she liked it and wanted to explore it further.
“I like the sound of that,” he told her honestly as she brought her hands to the edge of his shirt and yanked up. “Whoa,” he cried out in surprised when she managed to drag the shirt off of his torso. She brought her head down to his chest and tenderly kissed the spot above his heart before attaching herself to his lips. His hands returned to their previous spot as her hands wandered over his chest and settled on his hips as she kissed him, her body starting to slowly rock into his of its own accord. His hands grasped her thighs firmly, trying to cease her movements after he felt his body start to react.
“We should go to sleep before things get out of hand.” He began to slide his hands out from her skirt but she quickly halted him by placing her hands on his.
“What if…” She made a sweeping and turning motion with her hand and the door to Jacob’s room closed shut and locked with an audible click. “What if I don’t want to stop?” She looked at him through her lashes and tried not to smile when he looked at her in shock, his body motionless, he even seemed to not be breathing or blinking. Failing miserably and smiling wide she spoke. “Jacob? Hello?” She got no reaction and she had the funny sensation of déjà vu from the first time they met.
After a moment he blinked and her eyes locked to his lips as he licked them nervously. “Are you sure?” She nodded. “We never even talked about…”
“I don’t think we need to. It just feels right. Don’t you think?” She tilted her head and smiled at him.
Instead of answering her in words, he smiled back and began kissing her. She responded by placing one hand on the back of his neck, giving herself over to the emotions she was feeling. They kissed frantically for a few minutes; occasionally Jacob would break the kiss to pepper her jaw and collarbone with butterfly kisses only to return to her lips promptly. She felt his hands tremble. She knew he was nervous, and it comforted her to know she wasn’t the only one. Suddenly she placed both hands on his chest and gave a small shove.
He pulled back immediately afraid he might have done something wrong. She noticed his worried expression and smiled sweetly at him. She said nothing but brought her hands behind her and untied her red sash, letting it fall to the ground.
“Jacob,” she said, his eyes following the sash as it floated down. “Give me your hands.” He slid them down her thigh and placed them in her hands. She brought them to the zipper on her back. “I trust you, I really do. I love you more than anything. I’m ready for this.”
With shaking hands he grasped the pull tab firmly and started to drag it down. He brushed his fingertips along the newly exposed flesh of her back causing her to close her eyes and suck in her breath. He watched her in awe. Seeing the pleasure she was experiencing and knowing that he was the one giving it to her gave him the confidence he needed to bring his hands to her shoulder and take hold of the straps of the dress.
She opened her eyes and he locked eyes with her. She swallowed her nervousness and nodded her head slowly. He moved the straps to the side and slid them down, waiting until she removed her arms to look. She was breathing hard and each breath she took caused her to slightly spill out of her pale pink bra embroidered with red roses. She shivered, feeling extremely exposed, nervous and from eagerly anticipating the night’s events. It was a deliciously heady and giddy combination and she found herself quickly addicted to the experience.
“Wow.” It was barely more than a whisper but she heard and blushed. He watched as it spread throughout her chest, thinking it was adorable as he lightly traced its path up her décolletage to behind her ear and she leaned into his touch. His other hand came up to rest on her bare abdomen, the tips of his fingers brushing against the underside of her breast. Now it was her turn to stop breathing as she felt every cell in her body respond to such an intimate touch. He traced a line from her collarbone down, lingering on the swell of her breast and tracing the edge of her bra.
She closed her eyes, lost to the sensations of his touch. He watched her, her eyes closed, head tossed back, breathing in shallow breaths, all because of him. She was responding in this matter because of him. Bringing a hand up, he grasped her neck and pressed his mouth to hers, his other hand cupped her breast and she moaned into his mouth. Her reaction made him smirk. The hand on her neck traveled down along her back until he reached for the hook holding her bra closed. After a few frustrated tries it came undone and it would have fallen to the ground had his hand not been molded to her chest. She reached up, wanting to feel his skin on hers, and pulled her bra away.
He growled when he felt her nipple harden against his palm and kissed her again. Quickly bringing his hands under her thighs, he carried her weight easily as he stood, not once breaking the kiss, and placed her gingerly on the bed, as if she was the most important thing in the world – and to him, she was.
Ruby looked at him with love, lust and trust and saw the same thing in his gaze. He watched as she slowly brought hands came to her hips and grabbed hold of her bunched up dress. She gave him a nervous smile as she pushed her dress the rest of the way off, kicking the garment away with her foot.
Jacob’s breathing was harsh; with each breath a soft growl was heard. He’d never seen a woman naked before (well, not one without a crease and a staple across her middle) yet here was Ruby, in his bed, in nothing but a pair of underwear so tiny, he wasn’t even aware they came that small, her long black hair spilling all over his sheets. He felt his body respond to her and he quickly joined her in bed.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. Her mouth opened, wanting to tell him how handsome he was but his hand came to her breast and his finger twirled around her nipple and she only managed a muffled sound of content as she arched her back, pressing her naked chest closer to him. He ran a hand up her leg, marveling in how silky her skin felt. He traced a scar on her knee and ran his hand along her upper thigh. She felt a sudden wetness below and she blushed at the effects he was having on her.
His lips were on her body, trailing lower and lower. First her neck, then her collarbone, above her heart, her stomach, her bellybutton. His hands ran along her side, skimming the sides of her breast, past her waist and stopping at the top of her underwear. Hooking his shaking fingers into them, he began to pull them off. She bit her lip and lifted her hips to help.
Once he removed them, he came back to her, pushing her back softly into the bed and she nervously reached for his shorts. He helped her take them off and they soon joined the rest of their clothes on the floor. She set her eyes on Jacob’s naked body for the first time and she bit her lip as she admired him. She thought he was beautiful. His russet skin covered a body of perfection. Broad shoulders flowed into a narrow waist. His abs were well defined but not overly developed. His manhood was standing proud and she worried for a moment if and how it would fit.
She blushed as thoughts flew through her head and as she considered all the ways she wanted to touch and kiss his body.
“Ruby, you’re blushing again,” he teased, his voice hushed.
She smiled and covered her face, embarrassed. “I know. I can’t help it.” He began laughing at her but the laughter died in his throat when she got curious and timidly reached out her hand grabbing his shaft and rubbing her thumb over the head. He was somehow both hard and soft, not to mention incredibly warm.
“Shit,” he hissed out through clenched teeth. Ruby gave a small coy smile, not having heard Jacob curse often. Jacob on the other hand thought he would die of sheer pleasure when her soft small hand wrapped itself around him.
Pulling her hand off of him, Jacob shifted a bit so his body was cradled between her legs. She felt him touch her most intimate part and she felt another blush overtake her body. She briefly wondered if there was any blood in her body that wasn’t in her face.
He reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a foil package from the drawer; something he got before he had a girlfriend but decided to buy because it was an unspoken rule that every guy have one in his possession. “You don’t need to use that… if you don’t want to.” He looked at her questioningly. “That little pill I take every morning, that’s my birth control pill.”
“Oh…”
“I know I said we didn’t have to talk about it but I just need to know one thing… have you ever, you know...” She motioned between their bodies and it took him a second to realize that she was asking if he was a virgin.
“Oh. No. Never.” He could see the relief on her face.
“Good. Me neither.”
Jacob smiled at her. There was something oddly comforting to him about being Ruby’s one and only, something primal and animalistic about it.
“I can’t believe we’re going to do this,” she whispered.
“If you’re having second thoughts-”
“Oh Gods, no. No second thoughts, just awed.” She licked her lips and looked him in the eyes. “I’m glad it’s you. I’m glad that you’ll be my only.”
He began to say something, when she shifted slightly and he slid into her partly. Ruby’s eyes widen as she gasped softly at the feeling of being stretched.
“Are you ok?” Jacob asked and although she could hear the concern in his voice, she could also hear in it the amazement and pleasure of being inside her.
“Yeah, just caught me by surprise,” she whispered.
“Me too.” He took a deep shaky breath. “I may not be an expert in this department but I do know that it might hurt you.”
She nodded her head nervously. “I figured as much. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He moved forward breaking through her barrier. She winced and gasped. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he whispered into her hair as he cradled her.
“It’s ok, Jacob. It didn’t hurt, it just sort of pinched. Give me a second.” He looked down at her as she closed her eyes and took a deep steadying breath. He didn’t move an inch as he didn’t want to cause her more pain, but it took all his might as he was already feeling the pleasure of being surrounded by her wet heat. After a few moments she visibly relaxed.
She wrapped one hand in his hair and kissed him silently urging him on. He pulled almost completely out of her before sliding back in. He moved slowly, not wanting to hurt her, but it was too slow for her… and for him she noticed. She could see it in his face as he gritted his teeth and shut his eyes. Sweat was gathering at his brow and her lip trembled from the pleasure.
“Jacob. Please.” She couldn’t believe her own voice, it sounded needy and far too high to belong to her. He increased his speed and she felt a building in her, a goal she needed to reach. His mouth latched onto her neck, and she turned to give him better access. He wasn’t sure how long he would last, but he would be damned if he finished before she had a chance to get there first. He was determined to make this good for her also.
He took hold of one of her knees and ran his hand up to her thigh, tugging up, granting him deeper access and he touched places in her she wasn’t aware existed. He could tell she was close, she was moaning and mewling, making sounds she never made before but he could stand to hear more of. He doubled his efforts, one hand balled into a fist around the pillow, the other clutching her leg, trying to concentrate on anything but the pleasure he was experiencing.
With Jacob muttering words of love and encouragement in her ear and his fingers digging into the flesh of her thigh, it wasn’t long until the tightening she was experiencing burst, until she was thrown off whatever peak she was teetering on, splintering her into a million tiny heavenly pieces.
“Jacob,” she moaned. Jacob watched as she lost herself. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. She was panting and her tongue snaked out of her mouth to moisten her dry lips. Occasionally she would let out a barely audible guttural noise of deep satisfaction. Her reaction combined with the knowledge that he caused it made him renew his efforts. He increased his thrusting, becoming almost desperate as he hurried to join her in her gratification.
Ruby’s body felt sensitive and raw in a good way – in a deliciously good way – and every time Jacob drove into her, she would convulse and sigh with pleasure. If there was a heaven, she thought, she surely must be in it.
Suddenly, Jacob felt a tingle begin in the base of his spine and travel outward.
“Ruby,” he managed to growl out before his body stopped all movement and he collapsed onto her. She wrapped her hands around his muscular frame, slick with sweat and ran her fingers through his hair. While he took a moment to catch his breath, he gave lazy kisses to her throat and absentmindedly ran his hand over her thigh. She kissed the hollow of his throat once, tasting the hint of salt on his skin.
She let out a soft moan of disappointment when he pulled out of her.
He collapsed on his back next to her and pulled her into an embrace. She rested her head in the crook of his arm and draped an arm across his stomach. They were both breathing heavy when she spoke.
“So…”
“Hmm?”
“This may not be the most PC thing for a girl to say but… we have to do that again, as much as possible,” she managed to say between panting. Jacob started to laugh, a deep laugh that shook his whole body. “What?” she laughed.
“You. You’re something else.”
“I know.”
He began to stroke her hair. “I love you.”
“I know that too.” She tilted her head up to look him in the eyes. “I love you too.”
He dipped his head low to kiss her and a shiver went through her body. She knew if she let it they would be up all night exploring each other’s bodies.
“As much as I would love to continue this tonight,” she began as she trailed a finger across his abdomen, “I’m exhausted, especially after that mind blowing experience.”
“Mind blowing huh?” He raised his eyebrows and grinned.
“Shut up and go to sleep,” she laughed, slapping him on the stomach.
“Sure, sure.”
She reached out behind her and grabbed his comforter, tugging it across her middle. She didn’t need it for warmth – she was sleeping on one hundred and eight point nine degrees of man – she had just developed a habit of needing one in order to sleep.
He was breathing deeply and evenly in no time and she became aware that he must have been more tired than she was. She draped a leg over his thighs, melting her body into his and closed her eyes breathing him in. He smelled of motor oil, something earthy (like the forest after a spring rain) and something distinctly Jacob – something masculine.
The last thought she had before she went to sleep was ‘thank the gods for imprinting’.
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“Time you enjoyed wasting, was not wasted.” –John Lennon
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As Jacob drove he noticed yet again Ruby’s strange behavior. She was quiet, too quiet. The Ruby he knew and loved was never quiet, not even when tired. She would talk your ear off about almost anything and he loved hearing her.
“Ok. That’s it,” he told her, shutting off the engine after he pulled up to his house. “What’s wrong? I know something is wrong. Please tell me what it is. Is it me?”
“No. Oh, Gods no.” She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to move it out of her face as she sighed. “I did a spell,” she whispered purposely not looking in his eyes.
“A spell?”
“Yeah. That’s why I was at my grandma’s house this morning. She helped me with a disenchantment spell.” He looked at her patiently waiting on her to explain. “I had some doubts… about the imprinting.” Jacob sat up straighter, and turned to face her fully. “I wasn’t sure if what we have was forced because of the imprinting or if it was real. Something we made. I just had to know. I’m sorry.”
He was quiet for a moment, trying to take it all in. “Why?”
“Because you loved someone before me. You loved her so very much. And…” she sighed. She promised to be honest. Completely and brutally honest, even if the one hurt was her. “She doesn’t know it but…” She fought back tears as the temperature in the interior of her car started to drop, “She loves you. I see it in her aura; she’s in love with y-”
“You think I care about that?” he yelled out and Ruby was shocked into silence. She stared at him, wide eyed, her mouth hanging open, as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t care about her like that… not anymore. She’s my friend, has been since we were kids so I’ll always want her to be happy. Even if she threw herself at me now, begging me to love her, she would be disappointed because I don’t love her. I love you.” His hands tightened around the steering wheel and he hated that he ever loved Bella if only for the fact that it was causing doubt in the women he now loved, the women who he had every intention of spending the rest of their unnaturally long life together, the women who he was going to do his best to vanish all of her uncertainty.
He was quiet for a long moment; all that could be heard was Ruby heart beating wildly as she watched him, wondering what the outcome of this would be. He was shaking and gripping the poor steering wheel as if it was anchoring him to earth. She slowly and inconspicuously raised her left hand an inch, afraid he might phase right there in her SUV and she wanted to make sure her hands were ready.
Jacob was processing everything and struggling to find the right words to continue. “So, what did you find out from doing the spell?” His voice was calmer and the volume softer but he seemed hurt and she felt sick for being the one who hurt him.
“That I was stupid, that the imprinting did nothing more than notify us and anchor us and I should have just believed that I loved you and you loved me and that we made that love.” He was quiet again and she was starting to get worried. “It only last until sundown, it’ll reverse itself soon. A few minutes, ten at the most.”
“Ok.” He opened his mouth to say something more but he looked around and shook his head. “Not here. Come on.” He opened the car door and made a beeline for the house.
Ruby unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out of the car quickly because Jacob was already opening the door to the house. She jogged up the steps and looked around for him. Thinking her best bet was to check his room, she carefully walked down the hallway afraid of what he might say. She found him in there pacing.
“I never doubted what we have is real,” he began not looking at her. “And it’s ok that you did, I get that. I really do. This whole world is new to you, hell it’s pretty new to me. But what hurts is that you didn’t tell me. I could have helped you. We could have gone to Sam. He would have told you that the imprinting doesn’t make you love someone, it just shows you who your soul mate is and makes it so you want to be around them so you don’t waste your whole life looking for something that’s right in front of you.” He sighed, knowing he was screwing up the explanation somehow. “You didn’t have to worry alone. You don’t have to do anything alone.”
“I just… after all these years by myself, no one to talk to my own age, everyone making fun of me and saying mean things to me, calling me freak, after all that it’s a huge shock to have people like me, love me. I’m used to being by myself.” She plopped herself on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry I did it. But I needed solid proof that you loved me for me and not because you were told to by some mystic force. I needed to know that I was what you wanted and not some consolation prize for what you really wanted.”
He sat next to her. “I want you. I love you Ruby. For a few more minutes your spell is still in effect so what I’m feeling has nothing to do with the imprinting. I love you more than I thought it was ever possible to love another person.” She was beaming and she brought her hands up to caress his face as tears welled up in her eyes. He was concerned when they spilled over and slowly rolled down her face. “You know that don’t you?”
She didn’t answer right away, instead she swung one leg over his and planted herself firmly in his lap.
“I know that now and I’m never, ever, going to doubt it again. Swear, Scout’s honor.” She held up her hand. “I was never a Scout but you get my meaning.” He smiled at her and she felt everything was right between them. In her excitement she flung herself at him and kissed him with everything she had.
“I hope not because if I’m going to married you, we have to trust each other,” he said, rubbing her back.
“Yes, of cour- What?” He smirked at her confusion as he leaned forward. They never mentioned marriage. It was implied and they both thought it but they never mentioned it out loud. She heard him open his bedside table and rummage through it. A second later he was sitting straight again and he held his hand in front of her face. “What’s this?” she asked with more than a hint of suspicion and nerves.
“Open it. Quick we only have a few imprint-free minutes left,” he teased. She took the small, lumpy, poorly wrapped package from his palm. Opening it quickly, she found a bracelet with minuscule red beads braided into it, draped over a small white box. Her now shaking hands opened the box.
“Oh my Gods,” she screamed then dropped the box and bracelet on Jacob’s lap. Jacob chuckled at her expression and reached between them to pick up the objects she dropped.
He grabbed her arm and started to tie the bracelet around her wrist. “This is a promise bracelet. I made it just for you, see it’s red.” He mimicked the way she always explained how she wanted things just for its color. “And this,” he said pulling the object out of the box, “Is an engagement ring.” He felt the room get extremely warm, as Ruby started breathing heavy. “Ruby, it’s getting a little too warm in here.”
“Sorry,” she said looking at the ring as she cooled down the room.
“I had this for a few days, waiting for the right time but now I’m not so sure you’ll say yes,” he joked with her.
She looked up and locked eyes with him. “I’ll say yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Really?” He smiled at her and he looked just like a kid that found out Christmas came early.
She nodded vigorously, “Really.”
He took her left hand and placed the ring on her shaking ring finger. And just like that, they were engaged. She looked down at the ring and thought how perfect it suited her. It was a simple platinum ring with a red stone. To others they would probably see nothing too spectacular but to Ruby, its simplicity is what made it amazing.
“It was my mom’s. My dad said she would have wanted me to have it.” She heard the emotion in his voice and kissed him on the cheek. “You should have seen the look the jeweler gave me when I asked him to trade out the diamond for a ruby. He thought I was nuts.”
Her face brightened up. “It’s a ruby?”
“Of course, what’d you think I would get you?” Jacob let out an ‘oomph’ as Ruby threw herself forward, her lips crushing into his.
Just then Ruby and Jacob felt themselves become whole again. The unease and uncertainty they were feeling were erased.
“I think the spell just reversed itself,” he stated.
“Thank the Gods.” She leaned forward and placed her head on his shoulder. “Hey guess what?” she whispered as she kissed his neck.
“What?” he whispered back planting his hands on her bare knees.
“We’re engaged.” She kissed along the column of his neck.
He let out a breathless chuckle, his breathing becoming labored from her attention. “I know. I was there.”
She had reached his ear and gently sucked on his earlobe. “I love you Jacob Black.”
His hands slid up to her thigh, insufferably slow for her, disappearing under the cotton hem of her dress. “I love you Ruby Joy Moon Star Taylor.” He playfully took a deep breath. “Your name is a mouthful.”
“Soon-to-be Mrs. Ruby Joy Moon Star Black.” She was kissing her way down his neck. She didn’t know what was coming over her but she liked it and wanted to explore it further.
“I like the sound of that,” he told her honestly as she brought her hands to the edge of his shirt and yanked up. “Whoa,” he cried out in surprised when she managed to drag the shirt off of his torso. She brought her head down to his chest and tenderly kissed the spot above his heart before attaching herself to his lips. His hands returned to their previous spot as her hands wandered over his chest and settled on his hips as she kissed him, her body starting to slowly rock into his of its own accord. His hands grasped her thighs firmly, trying to cease her movements after he felt his body start to react.
“We should go to sleep before things get out of hand.” He began to slide his hands out from her skirt but she quickly halted him by placing her hands on his.
“What if…” She made a sweeping and turning motion with her hand and the door to Jacob’s room closed shut and locked with an audible click. “What if I don’t want to stop?” She looked at him through her lashes and tried not to smile when he looked at her in shock, his body motionless, he even seemed to not be breathing or blinking. Failing miserably and smiling wide she spoke. “Jacob? Hello?” She got no reaction and she had the funny sensation of déjà vu from the first time they met.
After a moment he blinked and her eyes locked to his lips as he licked them nervously. “Are you sure?” She nodded. “We never even talked about…”
“I don’t think we need to. It just feels right. Don’t you think?” She tilted her head and smiled at him.
Instead of answering her in words, he smiled back and began kissing her. She responded by placing one hand on the back of his neck, giving herself over to the emotions she was feeling. They kissed frantically for a few minutes; occasionally Jacob would break the kiss to pepper her jaw and collarbone with butterfly kisses only to return to her lips promptly. She felt his hands tremble. She knew he was nervous, and it comforted her to know she wasn’t the only one. Suddenly she placed both hands on his chest and gave a small shove.
He pulled back immediately afraid he might have done something wrong. She noticed his worried expression and smiled sweetly at him. She said nothing but brought her hands behind her and untied her red sash, letting it fall to the ground.
“Jacob,” she said, his eyes following the sash as it floated down. “Give me your hands.” He slid them down her thigh and placed them in her hands. She brought them to the zipper on her back. “I trust you, I really do. I love you more than anything. I’m ready for this.”
With shaking hands he grasped the pull tab firmly and started to drag it down. He brushed his fingertips along the newly exposed flesh of her back causing her to close her eyes and suck in her breath. He watched her in awe. Seeing the pleasure she was experiencing and knowing that he was the one giving it to her gave him the confidence he needed to bring his hands to her shoulder and take hold of the straps of the dress.
She opened her eyes and he locked eyes with her. She swallowed her nervousness and nodded her head slowly. He moved the straps to the side and slid them down, waiting until she removed her arms to look. She was breathing hard and each breath she took caused her to slightly spill out of her pale pink bra embroidered with red roses. She shivered, feeling extremely exposed, nervous and from eagerly anticipating the night’s events. It was a deliciously heady and giddy combination and she found herself quickly addicted to the experience.
“Wow.” It was barely more than a whisper but she heard and blushed. He watched as it spread throughout her chest, thinking it was adorable as he lightly traced its path up her décolletage to behind her ear and she leaned into his touch. His other hand came up to rest on her bare abdomen, the tips of his fingers brushing against the underside of her breast. Now it was her turn to stop breathing as she felt every cell in her body respond to such an intimate touch. He traced a line from her collarbone down, lingering on the swell of her breast and tracing the edge of her bra.
She closed her eyes, lost to the sensations of his touch. He watched her, her eyes closed, head tossed back, breathing in shallow breaths, all because of him. She was responding in this matter because of him. Bringing a hand up, he grasped her neck and pressed his mouth to hers, his other hand cupped her breast and she moaned into his mouth. Her reaction made him smirk. The hand on her neck traveled down along her back until he reached for the hook holding her bra closed. After a few frustrated tries it came undone and it would have fallen to the ground had his hand not been molded to her chest. She reached up, wanting to feel his skin on hers, and pulled her bra away.
He growled when he felt her nipple harden against his palm and kissed her again. Quickly bringing his hands under her thighs, he carried her weight easily as he stood, not once breaking the kiss, and placed her gingerly on the bed, as if she was the most important thing in the world – and to him, she was.
Ruby looked at him with love, lust and trust and saw the same thing in his gaze. He watched as she slowly brought hands came to her hips and grabbed hold of her bunched up dress. She gave him a nervous smile as she pushed her dress the rest of the way off, kicking the garment away with her foot.
Jacob’s breathing was harsh; with each breath a soft growl was heard. He’d never seen a woman naked before (well, not one without a crease and a staple across her middle) yet here was Ruby, in his bed, in nothing but a pair of underwear so tiny, he wasn’t even aware they came that small, her long black hair spilling all over his sheets. He felt his body respond to her and he quickly joined her in bed.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. Her mouth opened, wanting to tell him how handsome he was but his hand came to her breast and his finger twirled around her nipple and she only managed a muffled sound of content as she arched her back, pressing her naked chest closer to him. He ran a hand up her leg, marveling in how silky her skin felt. He traced a scar on her knee and ran his hand along her upper thigh. She felt a sudden wetness below and she blushed at the effects he was having on her.
His lips were on her body, trailing lower and lower. First her neck, then her collarbone, above her heart, her stomach, her bellybutton. His hands ran along her side, skimming the sides of her breast, past her waist and stopping at the top of her underwear. Hooking his shaking fingers into them, he began to pull them off. She bit her lip and lifted her hips to help.
Once he removed them, he came back to her, pushing her back softly into the bed and she nervously reached for his shorts. He helped her take them off and they soon joined the rest of their clothes on the floor. She set her eyes on Jacob’s naked body for the first time and she bit her lip as she admired him. She thought he was beautiful. His russet skin covered a body of perfection. Broad shoulders flowed into a narrow waist. His abs were well defined but not overly developed. His manhood was standing proud and she worried for a moment if and how it would fit.
She blushed as thoughts flew through her head and as she considered all the ways she wanted to touch and kiss his body.
“Ruby, you’re blushing again,” he teased, his voice hushed.
She smiled and covered her face, embarrassed. “I know. I can’t help it.” He began laughing at her but the laughter died in his throat when she got curious and timidly reached out her hand grabbing his shaft and rubbing her thumb over the head. He was somehow both hard and soft, not to mention incredibly warm.
“Shit,” he hissed out through clenched teeth. Ruby gave a small coy smile, not having heard Jacob curse often. Jacob on the other hand thought he would die of sheer pleasure when her soft small hand wrapped itself around him.
Pulling her hand off of him, Jacob shifted a bit so his body was cradled between her legs. She felt him touch her most intimate part and she felt another blush overtake her body. She briefly wondered if there was any blood in her body that wasn’t in her face.
He reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a foil package from the drawer; something he got before he had a girlfriend but decided to buy because it was an unspoken rule that every guy have one in his possession. “You don’t need to use that… if you don’t want to.” He looked at her questioningly. “That little pill I take every morning, that’s my birth control pill.”
“Oh…”
“I know I said we didn’t have to talk about it but I just need to know one thing… have you ever, you know...” She motioned between their bodies and it took him a second to realize that she was asking if he was a virgin.
“Oh. No. Never.” He could see the relief on her face.
“Good. Me neither.”
Jacob smiled at her. There was something oddly comforting to him about being Ruby’s one and only, something primal and animalistic about it.
“I can’t believe we’re going to do this,” she whispered.
“If you’re having second thoughts-”
“Oh Gods, no. No second thoughts, just awed.” She licked her lips and looked him in the eyes. “I’m glad it’s you. I’m glad that you’ll be my only.”
He began to say something, when she shifted slightly and he slid into her partly. Ruby’s eyes widen as she gasped softly at the feeling of being stretched.
“Are you ok?” Jacob asked and although she could hear the concern in his voice, she could also hear in it the amazement and pleasure of being inside her.
“Yeah, just caught me by surprise,” she whispered.
“Me too.” He took a deep shaky breath. “I may not be an expert in this department but I do know that it might hurt you.”
She nodded her head nervously. “I figured as much. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He moved forward breaking through her barrier. She winced and gasped. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he whispered into her hair as he cradled her.
“It’s ok, Jacob. It didn’t hurt, it just sort of pinched. Give me a second.” He looked down at her as she closed her eyes and took a deep steadying breath. He didn’t move an inch as he didn’t want to cause her more pain, but it took all his might as he was already feeling the pleasure of being surrounded by her wet heat. After a few moments she visibly relaxed.
She wrapped one hand in his hair and kissed him silently urging him on. He pulled almost completely out of her before sliding back in. He moved slowly, not wanting to hurt her, but it was too slow for her… and for him she noticed. She could see it in his face as he gritted his teeth and shut his eyes. Sweat was gathering at his brow and her lip trembled from the pleasure.
“Jacob. Please.” She couldn’t believe her own voice, it sounded needy and far too high to belong to her. He increased his speed and she felt a building in her, a goal she needed to reach. His mouth latched onto her neck, and she turned to give him better access. He wasn’t sure how long he would last, but he would be damned if he finished before she had a chance to get there first. He was determined to make this good for her also.
He took hold of one of her knees and ran his hand up to her thigh, tugging up, granting him deeper access and he touched places in her she wasn’t aware existed. He could tell she was close, she was moaning and mewling, making sounds she never made before but he could stand to hear more of. He doubled his efforts, one hand balled into a fist around the pillow, the other clutching her leg, trying to concentrate on anything but the pleasure he was experiencing.
With Jacob muttering words of love and encouragement in her ear and his fingers digging into the flesh of her thigh, it wasn’t long until the tightening she was experiencing burst, until she was thrown off whatever peak she was teetering on, splintering her into a million tiny heavenly pieces.
“Jacob,” she moaned. Jacob watched as she lost herself. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. She was panting and her tongue snaked out of her mouth to moisten her dry lips. Occasionally she would let out a barely audible guttural noise of deep satisfaction. Her reaction combined with the knowledge that he caused it made him renew his efforts. He increased his thrusting, becoming almost desperate as he hurried to join her in her gratification.
Ruby’s body felt sensitive and raw in a good way – in a deliciously good way – and every time Jacob drove into her, she would convulse and sigh with pleasure. If there was a heaven, she thought, she surely must be in it.
Suddenly, Jacob felt a tingle begin in the base of his spine and travel outward.
“Ruby,” he managed to growl out before his body stopped all movement and he collapsed onto her. She wrapped her hands around his muscular frame, slick with sweat and ran her fingers through his hair. While he took a moment to catch his breath, he gave lazy kisses to her throat and absentmindedly ran his hand over her thigh. She kissed the hollow of his throat once, tasting the hint of salt on his skin.
She let out a soft moan of disappointment when he pulled out of her.
He collapsed on his back next to her and pulled her into an embrace. She rested her head in the crook of his arm and draped an arm across his stomach. They were both breathing heavy when she spoke.
“So…”
“Hmm?”
“This may not be the most PC thing for a girl to say but… we have to do that again, as much as possible,” she managed to say between panting. Jacob started to laugh, a deep laugh that shook his whole body. “What?” she laughed.
“You. You’re something else.”
“I know.”
He began to stroke her hair. “I love you.”
“I know that too.” She tilted her head up to look him in the eyes. “I love you too.”
He dipped his head low to kiss her and a shiver went through her body. She knew if she let it they would be up all night exploring each other’s bodies.
“As much as I would love to continue this tonight,” she began as she trailed a finger across his abdomen, “I’m exhausted, especially after that mind blowing experience.”
“Mind blowing huh?” He raised his eyebrows and grinned.
“Shut up and go to sleep,” she laughed, slapping him on the stomach.
“Sure, sure.”
She reached out behind her and grabbed his comforter, tugging it across her middle. She didn’t need it for warmth – she was sleeping on one hundred and eight point nine degrees of man – she had just developed a habit of needing one in order to sleep.
He was breathing deeply and evenly in no time and she became aware that he must have been more tired than she was. She draped a leg over his thighs, melting her body into his and closed her eyes breathing him in. He smelled of motor oil, something earthy (like the forest after a spring rain) and something distinctly Jacob – something masculine.
The last thought she had before she went to sleep was ‘thank the gods for imprinting’.
