Ghost Road - Chapter six

[herumtreiber]

Title: Ghost Road
Chapter six: The spirit quest
Author: herumtreiber 
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Characters: Jacob/Edward, Seth, Emmett, Rosalie, Esme, Billy Black
Chapter length: ~4,992
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, not me. This is for fun, not profit. 
Summary: Jake and Emmett confuse Edward.


Table of contents

Chapter five: The meadow of memory


"Guys, I'm a bit hungry," Seth said. The Quileute was loath to interrupt our emotional moment, but I could hear his stomach rumbling while Jake's belly groaned in sympathy. It was all I could do to keep from reaching my hand to caress the skin.

Jake looked down at me, his eyelashes brimming with the remnants of his tears. "Are you all right, Edward?" he said roughly, framing my face as he looked into my eyes. For a moment I could see my cursed, perfect reflection in his brown eyes. As always, there was no sign of the internal turmoil I was going through.

I nodded while my hand wiped the tears off his cheeks. He leaned into the touch, and I bit back a sigh at the unexpected tenderness of the moment.

"Guys, sorry to interrupt your bonding… but can we please go back?" Seth huffed, and started to walk away.

"Fine, Seth, fine." Jake reluctantly broke our contact and stood up. He casually brushed the seat of his jeans to get rid of the crushed grass stems, whose scent would indelibly stamp this memory in my mind. He hobbled along in one leg towards Seth. At that, I had to refrain from smirking, for I could see in his mind he was already healed. Whether consciously or not, Jake wanted me to carry him.

We made the trip in silence. I was too wrapped up in the comfort offered by Jacob's warm body to offer much conversation. Seth walked ahead of us, picturing the food Esme might offer him; from time to time he would turn to look at us, the hint of a smile in his russet face.

Reading Jacob's thoughts, I could tell he was fighting back his curiosity. He wanted to know more about the little girl I'd told him about. I shook my head and wondered what kept the wolf from peppering me with questions. It wasn't like him to hold back unless the wolf was planning something, though for the life of me I couldn't figure out what it was.

Jake hummed a song, a kind of lullaby. The melody was intriguing, but I had no heart left for composing; not since Bella had left me.

As Jake swung his right leg back and forth over my arms, he gazed intently at the sky. The change from the sparse pines to the open canopies of the oaks above must have betrayed we were approaching home, because suddenly the wolf wanted to walk.

"Man, can you put me down? I'm feeling better." He grinned briefly at me.

I reluctantly laid down his strong body, my hand lingering for a moment in his slim flank. We walked on the lawn towards the house. Gazing up when I read her concern, I could see Alice watching us from her window.

Jacob opened the door, and his nostrils flared at the scent of stew. His face broke into a grin as his nose unerringly led him to the kitchen, Seth walking rapidly a few steps behind. I followed at a more leisure pace, my hands stuck in the pockets of my trousers while I tried to dislodge a stubborn burr that remained from my climb up Jake's tree.

The wolf faltered on the threshold while he frantically brushed his cutoff jeans. 'Wonder if Mrs. Cullen will smell the rest of…?

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Esme won't notice the trace of your shenanigans, Jacob. The spice scent is strong, it'll mask it."

I just wanted to egg him on to see the blush spread across his handsome face, turning it a burnished bronze as he glared at me. Jacob hit my chest, hard. 'So, all this time you knew I beat off, damned leech!'

"We all do, Jacob, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

The damned wolf smirked, and then cocked an eyebrow at me. 'That means you beat off, too?'

Fortunately Esme beckoned the hungry Quileute to the kitchen island; in her slim hand she hefted a pot with meat stew. The scent of the lima beans and spices seemed delicious to Jake.

"I talked to Seth's mother on the phone, dear Jacob," Esme said while she ladled stew onto a dish in front of Seth. "She was kind enough to provide me with the recipe for this." Her voice betrayed her excitement at preparing a new dish. I could swear Esme got more pleasure out of preparing food than Rosalie got from fiddling with her cars.

Looking at Jacob as he rushed to the island and grabbed the spoon, I knew he would praise her cooking even if the dish wasn't that good. However, his open delight at the crisp flavor and juicy, tender meat was unfeigned.

"This is great, Mrs. Cullen." He beamed at her.

Esme ominously tapped the wooden spoon against her hips, leaving a sauce stain in her white apron as she frowned at Jake. The ravenous wolf noticed and quickly tried to make amends. He sat down and started wolfing down the meal. "Great food, Esme."

Meanwhile, I stood at the threshold and stared at the Quileutes devouring the meal, until Jake looked up and noticed.

"What are you doing over there? Come here!" he said, motioning to the chair next to him.

"In case you haven't noticed, wolf, I don't eat."

"Doesn't matter. Don't just stand there like a ghost or something; you can pass me the salt and make conversation, you know." He shot me a grin as I made my way to the chair. I had to admit that his cheerfulness was contagious, but as I sat down beside him and looked at the gleaming table, my mood took a dive.

Jake was looking at me from the corner of his eyes. He paused and laid down his spoon. "Wanna talk about it?"

I sighed, and then fiddled with the napkin. "It's just that I'm remembering when we were back from the honeymoon, how Bella sat here and…"

His hand sneaked to my knee and he squeezed it. "I understand, Edward; when I was looking for the deer? I remembered her, too. The haunting feelings come unexpectedly."

"I don't want to bring you down."

"You don't. Let me tell you when Bella and I went to the diner," Jake said, and went on to describe the time the two of them had gone to Forks after school. The fact that Jake shared this memory, one of his precious few with Bella, managed to cheer me up a little. I realized Bella had been happy without me.

When Esme gave him seconds, Jacob realized this was one of his father's favorite dishes. I felt guilt wash over him.

"Esme, could you keep the rest?" He pushed away the plate.

"Sure, honey."

Jacob looked at his friend, who was seated in front of me. "Seth, give it to Dad when you go back, please?"

"Sure thing, man."

I drummed my fingertips against the wooden table. A strange reluctance to break the moment overtook me, because I dreaded the time when Jake would consider I was fit to live and return home. In the days that he'd spent here, I'd grown closer to the wolf. But I knew that he had to be with his father and his pack because his thoughts called for them.

If Billy Black visited, Jake would see that his father was doing all right and he might delay his leaving for a few days, so I cocked my eyebrows at Seth and motioned to the door with my head. Jake was making small talk with Esme, who was taking a plate with Baked Alaska to the table.

I walked out of the kitchen while Seth followed me. Jake waved his spoon at us. "Gonna eat your share, Seth, if you plot with Edward for too long."

I scowled at the wolf and then I turned to the Quileute by my side. "Will you arrange for Jake's father…"

"… to come here?" Seth patted my arm. "Sure thing, Edward. Bet that Billy and Jake have a lot to talk about. Will have to ask Leah if she can drive him here, though."

Seth scrunched up his smooth features into a frown. "Maybe Paul will do it? He stood up for Leah when Sam…"

"When Sam what?" Jacob said loudly from the kitchen. He was curious to know what had happened.

"Wait a sec, guys!" he said, and then he strolled out of the kitchen, patting his smooth belly. "What did Sam do?"

Seth frowned and lowered his voice. "Well, after…." He fidgeted, apparently unwilling to continue, so I did it for him.

"After Bella died, you mean."

"Right, man!" He breathed a sigh of relief and went on. "Sam was all for coming here and finishing you all."

"I knew it!" Jake stomped on the floor and turned to hit the wall. "Sam always rushes to conclusions!"

Trying to distract the enraged wolf, I prodded Seth. "And your sister, what did she do?"

"Leah pointed out that it was Bella's own fault." Seth shrugged, and then he whispered softly, "That's what she said; sorry, guys."

"How did Sam take it?" Jake balled his fists.

"Didn't want to listen to her, said he was the Alpha and stuff. Paul pointed out Bella could take care of herself; after all, she had the guts to slap him."

Jake glared at the glass wall to his right. "And Quil and Embry?"

"They were on patrol. This was just after the poachers first turned up; Jared and the others were gone too. I was in Forks; I'm telling you guys what Leah told me."

I ruffled my hair in despair, and then I punched a hole in the wall next to the place where Jake had hit it. "I should've been aware of it; I put everyone in danger!"

Jacob smiled briefly at me and patted my back. "Nice punch, Cullen. By the way, I think your family can defend themselves."

"We sure can, wolf. Thanks." Rosalie said sweetly; she glided up the stairs from the garage. Jake and I had been so absorbed in what Seth had been telling us that we didn't hear her. I noticed an oil stain on her satin dress, apparently she had been working on her car.

"No problem, Blondie. I saw how you fought the newborns." Jake flashed a smile at her as he walked up to Rosalie. He wiped the stain with his thumb, only managing to spread it across the fabric. "Been working on the Porsche, huh?"

"Yes, wolf. I'll need your help to fix the accelerator pump." Rose scowled at him, which changed into a brief smile. I felt excluded as I witnessed their easy intimacy. It made me yearn for something like that with him, and I was a bit jealous at the familiar way in which Rose touched his broad shoulders.

"Anyway, the guys and I," said Rosalie, ignoring my frown. "We implemented shifts to patrol the house."

She walked up to me and patted my back. "That's why we had to leave you alone that night when you stood guard over Bella…" She trailed off and gulped, her mind plagued with guilt about my dead wife.

"It's fine, Rose." I smiled at her, but I was afraid it came out as a grimace, judging from Jake's concerned thoughts. Suddenly, I felt ashamed of begrudging Rose her growing friendship with Jacob when I should be encouraging it so she could heal faster.

"Earth to Cullen!" He said, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I didn't allow him to finish; I held his hand in a tight grip and smirked at him. "I'm here, Jacob, but we should allow Seth to finish."

Seth had been tapping his shoes impatiently against the floor. He made a face and said, "As I was saying, guys." He paused and smiled at Rose. "Nice to know you were protected, though. Didn't Alice foresee the threat in a vision?"

"No, kid. Alice can't see your kind, remember?" Rose lifted her eyebrows, and waited for him to continue. Seth didn't, though; he was drinking the sight of my blonde sister.

"Seth, we don't have all day." Jake said, reclining his body and putting his shoulder on the wall, next to the hole I'd made.

"Yeah… where was I?" Seth's mind was everywhere, so I brought him to the present. "You said Paul stood up for Leah, what happened next?"

"Leah was surprised, she didn't expect that." The Quileute boy turned to Jake. "You remember that…"

"She teases Paul, a lot." Jacob smiled a mirthless grin. "Just like she does with all of us; bet she was surprised by his support."

"Well, Paul stood by her." Seth frowned, remembering when his sister told him this. "The two of them couldn't persuade Sam to call off the attack until Leah said something."

Jake lifted up his hand, grinning fondly. "Wait, lemme guess; something snarky?"

"Well, hurtful at least." Seth frowned. "Leah said she was amazed Sam would go to all that trouble to avenge an outsider, when Sam hadn't cared at all about his own fiancée, you know, after he dumped Leah for Emily."

"Ouch, that must've hurt!" Jake turned to me and wiggled his eyebrows, and his small gesture made me feel a part of the group. I knew a little about Sam and Leah's breakup from reading her mind.

"Made him think, I guess," Seth said. "Sam called off the attack."

Esme called from the kitchen. "Jacob, dear. Aren't you going to finish your cake?"

"Sorry, Mrs.… Esme." Jake hit his forehead on the wall. "I'm coming; thanks for the cake!"

Turning to us, the wolf said, "We'll talk later, ok? It's just that I missed sweets during my trek."

"Go eat, wolf." I said in relief. Finally I would get to talk to Seth alone.

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oOoOo

"What time is it?" The boy asked us, his hand gripping the doorknob of the front door.

"Around 4.30. I was listening to the radio while I worked on my Porsche." Rosalie said, brushing aside her hair.

"Guys, I gotta go."

I stared at him. "Seth, do you remember what I asked you?"

"Sure, I'll tell him," he said, shrugging. "Why don't you call Billy on the phone, though?"

"Well…" I ruffled my hair. Actually I hadn't thought of that. Somehow, it seemed more personal this way with Seth relaying the message. "I want Billy Black to come here and feel safe. If I called him on the phone…"

"You afraid he'd hung up on you?"

I shrugged. "Something like that."

"Billy wouldn't do that. He'd give you a chance to explain yourself, after all that you've gone through." He patted my back. "Doesn't matter though, I'll tell him."

"Seth, tell Dad to wear warm clothes!" Jake shouted from the kitchen while I cursed his exquisite hearing. I wanted the visit to be a surprise. It seemed Jacob wasn't the only one who could be startled by unusual powers.

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oOoOo

"Dude, let me get this straight." Emmett patted his broad chest in bewilderment, his gaze straying to the action flick on the plasma screen as his booming voice filled the room. "You want me to stop hunting bears?"

I groaned, sandwiched between my burly brother and the obsessed wolf. I should've seen it coming because of the way Jacob had grown so protective of the forest and its inhabitants. Maybe he had always been this way and I had never noticed, my attention having been reserved exclusively for Bella.

"Sure thing, man!" Jake shrugged, his shoulders twitching. Obviously he was uncomfortable wearing the plaid shirt, but Alice had insisted on it. He grabbed popcorn from the white ceramic bowl he kept between his thighs. "I told you about the balance between…"

"The prey and predator. Yep, I caught that." There was a tone of uncertainty in Emmett's voice that made me tense. If a fight should break out between these two, I was poised to come to Jacob's help. I wouldn't see him lying on the floor again if I could help it.

I stared intently at his handsome face. If Jacob wanted to persuade Emmett, he shouldn't have started the argument insisting that Em was wrong. I was mentally marshalling all the facts I could muster to persuade my brother. I smiled in satisfaction when I found the main reason I could use to persuade Emmett to stop hunting bears. Their numbers would become so scarce that the authorities would investigate what caused their deaths and…

"Ok, dude. Fine with me!" Emmett lifted his big hands and smiled at Jake and me.

"What?" I looked at Emmett in astonishment. He liked to brag about the size of the bears he killed; one of Jake's astute points had been precisely that Emmett hunted bears to improve his macho image.

"Don't squeak like that, brother," said Emmett while he patted my shoulder. "The wolf convinced me is all."

"Glad you see it that way, Emmett," said Jake while he put the bowl on his lap to hide his… erection?

I turned to look at the screen and frowned. There was nothing unusual, just a shot of an 80's rock group whose lead singer was prancing onstage, his tousled bronze locks shining in the spotlight. I shook my head and smiled wryly; with all the turmoil caused by Jake's presence and trying to understand him, I didn't have time to sink into melancholy for too long.

I lifted my eyebrow at Emmett; he shrugged as he shot me a knowing grin. 'Edward, Jacob has brought you back to us. If your wolf wants me to stop hunting his big bad bears, I'm willing to do it.'

I scowled at him. My wolf? What did Emmett mean?

My brother patted my shoulder while he stood up. "I'm going to find Rosalie and kiss her; I mean, help with her car…." He finished the sentence in his mind. 'And allow you guys time to bond.'

"Say hi to Blondie!"

"Will do, wolf." Emmett sauntered out of the room as I crossed my arms and sighed in defeat. It would seem I'd never understand Emmett, even if I was able to read his thoughts.

"Hey, Cullen, why are you so angry?"

I turned to look at Jacob, who was sprawled on the couch with the bowl strategically placed above his leather belt. If he wasn't careful, his burgeoning erection would make the bowl tip and spill all the popcorn. My hand shot out to balance the thing, and I felt when the pressure I exerted made Jake twitch.

I smirked at him. "I'm not angry, Jacob, only puzzled."

Pressing lightly on the bowl, I enjoyed watching the wolf squirm on the couch as he tried to relieve the pressure against his cock. Jake should've thought of another method to hide himself.

He smiled weakly at me and grabbed the remote to change the channel; he sighed when the rock singer was replaced by young Judy Garland in the 'Wizard of Oz.'

"Did the little girl look like that?" Jake pointed at the screen with the remote while he draped a long leg over the couch, lightly touching my trousers. I let go of the bowl and scooted closer to him, seeking his warmth.

"She didn't have pigtails, but she was a brunet."

Jake nodded. "You said you didn't know her name, but you knew the town where she lived?"

I shook my head as my hand lightly touched his leg, enjoying when he shivered at the contact. "I guess she lived in Portland or somewhere close."

"And the name of the town?"

Why was the wolf so insistent? I tried to read his thoughts, but they didn't give me a clue so I shrugged. "Something related with mythology? I'm sorry, I can't remember."

Jake draped his leg over my own. "That's fine, man. I just…"

At that moment Jasper glided into the room, coughing delicately. I had been so engrossed in the discussion I hadn't really noticed him. "Sorry to disturb you, gentlemen, but Jacob's father has arrived."

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oOoOo

I nervously fiddled with the remote while Jake greeted his father, smiling fondly when the wolf peppered him with questions. I was reluctant to accompany him, wanting Jacob to have this moment alone with Billy. I felt guilty because I was the reason Jake had left Forks. In the first place, my wedding with Bella had driven him over the top, and then Jake was staying at the house to make sure I was all right. Knowing that, how would Billy Black react?

I heard the squeaky noises of Billy's wheelchair rolling over the wooden floor as Jake pushed it towards the living room. Esme hovered behind them with a tray full of canapés. I smiled fondly at my mother's antics; she had really enjoyed preparing them.

I nodded at Billy when the wheelchair stopped next to the couch. "Sir."

Esme placed the tray upon the table and smiled warmly at me as she took her leave. "I have to go to the supermarket, so I'll leave you gentlemen. If you need anything for your father, Jacob, you know where everything is."

"I sure do, Esme," said Jake.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cullen," Billy said politely.

"Dad, are you really eating well?"

Billy nodded at me. "Edward Cullen." He turned to his son. "I'm doing well, Jacob, quit pestering me!"

Jake shrugged. "Sorry, I'm worried." He sat on the couch next to Billy and pushed the tray towards him.

I started walking to the stairs, but Billy stopped me. "Stay, Cullen. This is your home after all."

I stood on my tiptoes, wondering what to do. Jake beckoned me to sit by his side, but mindful of his father's presence, I chose to sit in front of him.

I listened with half a mind to their conversation while I studied them. If his shifter genes ever stopped acting, Jake's handsome visage would resemble Billy's weather-beaten look in thirty years; there was a nobility to Billy's features that would become his son very well. I looked at Jacob and remembered the valiant way he faced the newborns; his determined expression as he tried to persuade me to live, and I realized he already possessed that strength.

"Dad, I'm sorry I left you. Didn't even look back…"

"Doesn't matter, son." Billy waved aside Jake's guilt. He picked a slice of bread and fish cream, topped with scallions, from the tray as Jake stared at him. "I understood, I have always done, that you had to seek your taxilit on your own."

Jake grimaced as he fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. "Afraid it wasn't a noble spirit quest, Dad. Didn't set out to find my personal guardian power." Jake lifted his hand to brush his hair and turned to look at me, his face clouded with anguish at the memory of what drove him from Forks. "I just took off to escape the pain."

Billy stopped eating to smile at his son, brushing aside the crumbs that had fallen on his lap; then he steepled his fingers under his chin. "It was a quest nonetheless, Jacob. You were alone in the forest, seeking solitude and answers to your pain. You meditated, fasted, and reflected…"

"But Dad…"

Billy lifted up his hand to stop him and went on. "Our rituals take many forms; what matters is the essence, not the shape. Do you remember when we went fishing that time?"

"When?"

"You were thirteen. I still had the use of these," Billy pointed disdainfully at his jean-clad legs. "Do you remember?"

Jake grinned at the memory. "I caught a big salmon." He lifted up his hands and spread them apart a distance of some inches. "I was happy, and then you took your knife and deboned it."

In his mind's eye, Jake pictured the silvery fish whose scales glinted in the sunlight, held between his russet hands as he smiled proudly at his father, who sat in front of him. Jake's legs were spread wide on the wooden bench of the boat, expertly distributing his weight so the boat would remain stable in the wild currents of the river. Billy grinned at his son with the same wolfish smile Jake used to such good effect, and the cascading drops of water created a small halo around his head. The fresh smell of the river and the leathery scent of the boat; it all made me sigh wistfully.

"I parted it in two, giving one half to each of us," said Billy. "And the head and bones…"

"You threw them into the river." Jake's voice rose enthusiastically as he sat up. "You said it was to insure the good will of the salmon spirits!" His voice became soft as he lowered his head and continued. "But you've never repeated the ritual."

Billy shook his head and smiled lovingly at his son as he took a crisp piece of bread and dipped it into the sauce. "Silly Jacob, what do you think I've done every spring when I go fishing with Charlie?"

"But…"

"It's the intent that matters, Jacob. I want the blessing of the spirits for you." He smiled proudly at his strapping son, and said softly, "They have been kind enough so far, just like they listened to you in your spirit quest."

"You mean the silver wolf that attacked me…"

Billy nodded. "I believe it was your guardian spirit."

"Why did he attack me?"

"I think he wanted to test you." Billy reclined on the leather seat of the chair and gazed at the ceiling. "To see if you would try to kill the wolf, or listen to your soul and remember what I taught you."

"Dad, afterwards the wolf came to me in a dream…" Jacob bit his bottom lip in that cute way of his, and turned to look at me. "And the Silver said…"

Billy lifted up his hands. "Don't tell me, son. You must interpret the message yourself, Jacob!"

"But, Dad!"

"If you have trouble I will help, but the message of the spirits is meant only for you." Billy sighed as he looked at the balcony, and then his gaze slid to me, sitting opposite them. He turned to his son, saying softly, "You are on the path a Quileute warrior treads; the Ghost Road where the spirits will guide you."

Hearing his father's words, Jake remembered the nights he'd spent in the Canadian forest, gazing up at the Milky Way, whose silvery strands he'd come to think of as the Ghost Road.

"You must grow, so their answers make sense," said Billy in a pensive tone.

Jake smiled and said self-deprecatingly, "If you haven't noticed, I haven't grown that much, Dad."

Billy stared sharply at him, and I concurred heartily with his next words. "You are wrong, son, you have grown so much already."

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oOoOo

After Billy left, Jake said he wanted to nap. However, what the naughty wolf did was take a shower, during which he started playing with himself.

Meanwhile, I sat on the couch in the living room, watching Emmett play a video game. The sensual imagery assaulted me while I stared haplessly at the screen filled with monsters. I tried to deflect Jake's thoughts by concentrating on my brother's sanguinary determination to kill the zombies onscreen, but it proved fruitless.

Worse, I was getting an erection because the onslaught of Jake's sensual images was so strong. I left the living room, hastily bidding goodbye, and disregarding the knowing grin Emmet exchanged with Rosalie.

I dashed to my room and closed the door with trembling fingers. The vivid images of Jake soaping his shaft acted as catalyst, bringing the onslaught of that scene in the forest when he jerked off to the video Seth had described so vividly.

As Jake started fisting his shaft, I unbuckled my belt and let the pants down, hooking my thumbs around the elastic band of my boxers and lowering them.

I walked to the door and laid my head on the pale, rough wall; turning to my left, towards the bathroom, I imagined it was a warm, dark body I was reclining upon. Looking down, I gazed at my cold cock and my fist closed around it. If I squinted, I could superimpose the images from Jake's senses, glorying in the feeling of a warm, throbbing prick around my thumb and forefinger.

I could almost feel the cold pricks of the water drops coming from the showerhead beating against my chest as Jacob pinched his nipples and moaned. Sometimes he pictured the pale man spread around the cock in the porn video; sometimes he imagined it was the rock star onscreen.

I didn't fool myself like my Jake did. It was him I imagined caressing all the way. I had come to the painful realization that it was Jacob whom my new life revolved around. It was an ache in my body because I was fated not to attempt anything, lest harm come to him without whom I would not be alive; the man I had betrayed when I wanted to keep Bella alive.

I caressed the cold wall instead of his warm body across the hall. I moaned when Jake came and spilled his seed, climaxing hard a few instants later, overcome by his feelings and mine. In that moment, I truly didn't know where I was.

As I looked at my cursed seed spreading on the floor, I pictured Jake's come in the bathroom, two parallel streams that would never meet. I made up my mind with a hollow feeling in my chest; I would protect Jacob in his spirit quest, that Ghost Road of his. I would cherish him in silence from afar, for whomever I touched with my cursed existence was doomed, and Jacob was too precious to ever leave this world.

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Chapter seven: The slow dance of desire

Comments

[wirrrn.livejournal.com]

Awesome, sweet and romantic. Plus the stew made me hungry :)

Now they just have to do it in the same room :)

[herumtreiber.livejournal.com]

Thanks! The stew made me hungry too, and I didn't have one :)

They will assuredly do it together. Just some stuff has to happen :)

[wirrrn.livejournal.com]

Heh.

:Fingers crossed for slapstick antics with a jar of Bella's ashes: :)

[herumtreiber.livejournal.com]

Just as long as she doesn't become a stumbling, expressionless and whiny zombie :)

[devilishaurora.livejournal.com]

Gosh. These two are just meant for each other.

[herumtreiber.livejournal.com]

They are meant for each other, and if they don't see that, they only need a little nudge.

[vanashta.livejournal.com]

Don't get me wrong,I like Billy a lot!But honnestly, did he have to arrive at the moment the boys were about to eh...,well never mind!

What I mean is,that would have been a good moment for a first kiss,they were so cute ,for once being just boys reluctantly falling in love!

Esme is a lovely woman the way she takes care of Jake and Seth,bet she's happy to finally have people around that actually eat her meals!

Great chapter!!!

[carlydavila.livejournal.com]

I feel like civil twilight's song Every walk that I've ever taken has been in your direction goes PERFECTLY with this story :)

[herumtreiber.livejournal.com]

Well, they were interrupted and now they are more anxious to get on with their flirting.

Yes, their feelings will grow, Edward has admitted what he feels, and Jake is drawn to him.

Esme is a caring woman, she loves to have someone to look after, who appreciates her fine cooking! Though she dislikes it when Jake calls her Mrs Cullen :)

Thank you very much!

[herumtreiber.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I will give a listen to that song :) The lyrics you quoted do fit in with the story :)

[jeri-1116.livejournal.com]

I absolutely love this story. Firstly the way you have Jake act around Edward is just perfect, the attraction/Chemistry just falls right off the page. And I think it was cute that Jake wanted Edward to carry him and I love that Edward did just that.

The scene on the couch with Emmett was nicely done, liked that instead of arguing with Jake he heard him out and was cool with not killing the bears. Plus Jake made a good point about how Emmett killed them, to make a point- that he could not because he needed too. Also the scene when Emmett leaves was great as well, with Jake draping his leg across Edward's and Edward not having a problem with it. They are just perfect in this story. Also yay for Jakealie Rose/Jake- I love when they are friends in stories. Your Seth makes me go awe as well. Man even your Esmee. Damn it! I just love this fic, shit I may even like your Alice who know's. ;)


Loved that Billy made an appearance.

The ending was hot with Jake masturbating and Edward watching it in his mind and having to do the same, because of it. To bad Jake's in denial and Edward's gonna try and contain his feelings. What stupid boys they are.


Great chapter. Always enjoy.

[herumtreiber.livejournal.com]

They can't fight their attraction; Jake wants Edward to care for him. He feels protected in his arms, and also wants to care for him.

Edward was worried about a possible fight but Emmett is a good guy, he likes to tease but is reasonable. He also recognized Jake had a point, though he also teased Edward about it :) Jake is starting to feel very comfortable around Edward and unconsciously wants to touch him, and Edward is not averse to it.

Rosalie feels protective toward Jake, he's like a brother, though a stubborn one. And Jake feels comfortable around her; she's nothing like Bella :)

Seth just fits right in, and Esme? If Jake and Edward continue fidgeting, she just might do something :)

Billy guides his son and offers understanding.

When Jake's around emitting these sensual thoughts, Edward is completely engaged in the world and forgets his sorrow. As for the boys being stubborn, well... things happen that they can't withstand :)

Thank you very much!!♥