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jacob/bella drabbles
fandom: twilight
ship: jacob/bella
notes: written for jb_100
01.
One year when Jacob was seven years old, and Bella was in town for the summer, he got his first crush. It probably had something to do with her looks, but Jacob likes to pretend it didn’t.
He simply had to get her a gift, but he didn’t know what she liked, not yet. He bought her as much candy as possible with his dwindling allowance, and left it anonymously on her doorstep. She tried to give most of it to him the next time she saw him. She didn’t really like candy, she said, and didn’t want cavities, anyway.
02.
With Jacob, it’s always hoping. Hoping she’ll be okay, hoping today she’ll smile. That one day she’ll see.
He tries to be patient, but he can’t help wondering how long it’s going to take her to realize that this is what love really is.
That it’s not insecurity, inadequacy, lies and fairy tales.
But he know it’s a lost cause when they come back, when she smiles for someone else and seems to forget about him completely.
He knows its over, because when he tells her he loves her it’s like confessing to a crime.
Now it’s harder to hope.
03.
He pulls out the crinkled piece of notebook paper, clears his throat, begins to read.
“Benefits of Having a Werewolf Boyfriend, a List by Jacob Black.”
He looks at her pointedly. She feels the lines blurring.
“Our life-long loyalty.
Our body heat; you’ll never have to buy another sweater.
We’re like a dog you don’t have to train or take on walks.”
He stops, grins sheepishly.
“That’s a pretty short list, Jake.”
“Well, the rest are just sex jokes that Embry wrote during Geometry.”
Despite herself, Bella wants to hear those.
“I’ll have to take your points into consideration.”
04.
Bella knows from the start how selfish she’s being. She knows that she’s only going to hurt him, But she can’t help it, she’s so broken.
She doesn’t even like being around people. It’s a chore. But when it comes to Jake, there’s benefits.
He makes her happy. When he’s around, she feels a warmth radiating through her toes and up her arms. She can almost feel normal again.
The need is chronic, another thing she can’t live without, or else she’ll snap in half.
Falling in love with him, though. She can’t decide whether that’s a benefit or not.
05.
She doesn’t know much about religion, has only gone to church a handful of times, and even then didn’t pay close attention. She doesn’t think about sin. It’s just another way of labeling right and wrong, and she knows the difference between the two.
But this feels so right and so wrong at the same time. Jacob’s hot, wet, mouth on hers. Their clothes in a pile on the floor next to the bed. Bella can’t label it.
So she wants to know if it’s a sin.
It is.
Adultery.
It’s a good thing neither of them are very religious.
06.
They go out for ice cream on a summer night, and he’s eaten two cones before she finishes one.
While they sit in the truck, she somehow manages through her endearing clumsiness to smear chocolate across her elbow and she doesn’t even notice. He points it out, but they don’t have napkins.
Before he can think, Jake leans over and licks it straight off her arm.
He’s explaining. You can’t waste good ice cream.
She’s laughing.
Silence stretches, but then there’s another smear on her chin and a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Do I have something on my face?
07.
There are still things she misses about Phoenix. Her mother, for one. But also simpler things: the sweltering sun, the sweet relief of ice cream on a summer day.
Ice cream here is not the same. It doesn’t feel as cold, doesn’t melt in the heat.
Jacob knows without her saying anything.
She arrives at the garage one day to find the air warm and muggy thanks to six high-watt light bulbs and his body heat.
Three gallons of ice cream and store-bought waffle cones sit on the floor. Together they devour it, liquid dripping down their chins.
08.
He knows he should have waited until after the wedding to come back, to make things easier. Jacob keeps a low profile, doesn’t expect her.
“What are you doing here?” He sees the sleek, black car parked in the driveway, so not Bella at all, and aches.
“I need you to fix my truck. It died.”
He turns away. “Some things can’t be fixed.”
“What if I need it? What if it’s a part of me that I can’t live without? I’m not me without it.”
She’s almost crying.
“What are we really talking about?”
It’s unexpected. She kisses him.
fandom: twilight
ship: jacob/bella
notes: written for jb_100
01.
One year when Jacob was seven years old, and Bella was in town for the summer, he got his first crush. It probably had something to do with her looks, but Jacob likes to pretend it didn’t.
He simply had to get her a gift, but he didn’t know what she liked, not yet. He bought her as much candy as possible with his dwindling allowance, and left it anonymously on her doorstep. She tried to give most of it to him the next time she saw him. She didn’t really like candy, she said, and didn’t want cavities, anyway.
02.
With Jacob, it’s always hoping. Hoping she’ll be okay, hoping today she’ll smile. That one day she’ll see.
He tries to be patient, but he can’t help wondering how long it’s going to take her to realize that this is what love really is.
That it’s not insecurity, inadequacy, lies and fairy tales.
But he know it’s a lost cause when they come back, when she smiles for someone else and seems to forget about him completely.
He knows its over, because when he tells her he loves her it’s like confessing to a crime.
Now it’s harder to hope.
03.
He pulls out the crinkled piece of notebook paper, clears his throat, begins to read.
“Benefits of Having a Werewolf Boyfriend, a List by Jacob Black.”
He looks at her pointedly. She feels the lines blurring.
“Our life-long loyalty.
Our body heat; you’ll never have to buy another sweater.
We’re like a dog you don’t have to train or take on walks.”
He stops, grins sheepishly.
“That’s a pretty short list, Jake.”
“Well, the rest are just sex jokes that Embry wrote during Geometry.”
Despite herself, Bella wants to hear those.
“I’ll have to take your points into consideration.”
04.
Bella knows from the start how selfish she’s being. She knows that she’s only going to hurt him, But she can’t help it, she’s so broken.
She doesn’t even like being around people. It’s a chore. But when it comes to Jake, there’s benefits.
He makes her happy. When he’s around, she feels a warmth radiating through her toes and up her arms. She can almost feel normal again.
The need is chronic, another thing she can’t live without, or else she’ll snap in half.
Falling in love with him, though. She can’t decide whether that’s a benefit or not.
05.
She doesn’t know much about religion, has only gone to church a handful of times, and even then didn’t pay close attention. She doesn’t think about sin. It’s just another way of labeling right and wrong, and she knows the difference between the two.
But this feels so right and so wrong at the same time. Jacob’s hot, wet, mouth on hers. Their clothes in a pile on the floor next to the bed. Bella can’t label it.
So she wants to know if it’s a sin.
It is.
Adultery.
It’s a good thing neither of them are very religious.
06.
They go out for ice cream on a summer night, and he’s eaten two cones before she finishes one.
While they sit in the truck, she somehow manages through her endearing clumsiness to smear chocolate across her elbow and she doesn’t even notice. He points it out, but they don’t have napkins.
Before he can think, Jake leans over and licks it straight off her arm.
He’s explaining. You can’t waste good ice cream.
She’s laughing.
Silence stretches, but then there’s another smear on her chin and a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Do I have something on my face?
07.
There are still things she misses about Phoenix. Her mother, for one. But also simpler things: the sweltering sun, the sweet relief of ice cream on a summer day.
Ice cream here is not the same. It doesn’t feel as cold, doesn’t melt in the heat.
Jacob knows without her saying anything.
She arrives at the garage one day to find the air warm and muggy thanks to six high-watt light bulbs and his body heat.
Three gallons of ice cream and store-bought waffle cones sit on the floor. Together they devour it, liquid dripping down their chins.
08.
He knows he should have waited until after the wedding to come back, to make things easier. Jacob keeps a low profile, doesn’t expect her.
“What are you doing here?” He sees the sleek, black car parked in the driveway, so not Bella at all, and aches.
“I need you to fix my truck. It died.”
He turns away. “Some things can’t be fixed.”
“What if I need it? What if it’s a part of me that I can’t live without? I’m not me without it.”
She’s almost crying.
“What are we really talking about?”
It’s unexpected. She kisses him.