i know i can't resist in your temptation [i just want to lay you down down down]
»Life & Death
They call them epiphanies, a moment of sudden realization or insight. Leah Clearwater is young enough that she hasn't had many, if any at all, but old enough to realize that she's having one at this exact moment.
"Jacob Black," she starts calmly, a stark contrast to her clenched fists, "you are an idiot."
It shouldn't be new to her, or surprising in the least. This is the same boy she'd grown up with, the same boy she spent a good chuck of her time with on a weekly basis, the same boy that thought it would be a good idea to put Bella Swan on a motorcycle.
More than once!
So why why why did she ever think it would be a good idea to listen to him? She was losing her touch, clearly.
He shrugs, his smile wide and absolutely endearing. She wants to wipe it off his face like a mop across a floor.
He's bigger than her, much bigger, with built up muscle and a good half-foot on her height wise; but she's fast, a damn sight faster than he is and she punches him before he can even think to stop her. The smile slides of his face with the amusing sound of her fist hitting his jaw and her giggle.
"HEY! What was that for?!" He seems affronted, but he doesn't even touch his face. She wonders if it's because she's standing right in front of him. Probably not. It probably didn't even hurt.
"If we die," she hisses, the words ground out between her teeth, "I'll kill you."
He opens his mouth to speak and then snaps it shut. She's stopped him momentarily with a glare. "Yes, I know what I just said." She sighs then, yanks her hair back into a ponytail, slipping her elastic from around her wrist to wrap around her glossy black hair.
Jacob waits until she's done. "Are you done imitating Satan?"
"Ha very ha. Let's just get this over with."
His smile is back in an instant even though she's still grumbling low and fast under her breath. "Sure, sure." He rolls his eyes when she's not looking and runs his tongue along his teeth. It hurt, but not a lot. She needed to work on her punches, put some weight behind it.
He said they were going hunting. Something small, he said, nothing to worry about. It'll be fun.
He had failed to mention that the kind of hunting he meant was small birds. While they were flying. Oh, and hunting? Meant they were going to jump off the cliff and catch them midair. He apparently hadn't thought to mention that particular fact to Leah until they were on the edge of the cliff and she was too far in that her stubborn pride wouldn't let her back out.
He glances at her clothes and raises an eyebrow. She scowls at him fiercely before yanking her pants off. It is July, and even though their particular area of Washington is perpetually shrouded in cloud cover, she is always hot and nearly always at the beach. She lives in her bathing suit.
She's too easy to read and Jacob is practically preening from his literacy prowess. Her palm tingles again with the need to hit something. Funny, she used to be a lot less violent. He smirks at the green polka dots on her white bikini and she crosses her arms over her chest, not to cover herself up, but so she won't shove him off the cliff.
She clears her throat. "How exactly do we do this?"
"Run and jump." He hadn't thought it all the way through and he doesn't expect them to catch anything. Mostly it's just for the cliff jumping, but without everyone else around. Leah doesn't always get along with everyone.
And call him old-fashioned, but Billy Black would not have taken kindly to Jacob's conniving to get Leah to jump off a cliff. Then Billy and Sue would have yelled at him. Not cool.
"Do you want me to go first?" he asks, playing the good guy card so she'll quit glaring at him like she's formulating plans to kill him in his sleep. She scowls again, but shakes her head, her arms unfolding from her body and falling limply to her sides. She looks scared for half a second but then her hands ball into fists again and all the fear is gone.
She takes off like a rocket and suddenly she's in the air and screaming because there is nothing underneath her and she's falling, quickly, towards the water below her. The screaming doesn't stop until she hits the water and goes under.
Jacob watches, apprehensively until her head bobs up and she slicks her hair off of her face. She's grinning and he breathes a sigh of relief.
"I'm going to kill you, Jacob Black!" she shrieks, mid laughter, and he shakes his head and backs up a few feet to get a running start before he jumps.
His splash is undeniably bigger than hers and he's under for a lot longer, the bulk of his weight dragging him under until he kicks back to the surface. Leah's still grinning and laughing as she treads water.
He shakes his hair out like a wet dog. "What'd I do this time?"
She nods to the thin straps of her bathing suit. "I almost lost it." Jacob laughs so hard he doesn't even fight it when she dunks him, pushing his head under the waves. He tickles her underwater until she lets go.
They call them epiphanies, a moment of sudden realization or insight. Leah Clearwater is young enough that she hasn't had many, if any at all, but old enough to realize that she's having one at this exact moment.
"Thanks. I needed that."
They call them epiphanies, a moment of sudden realization or insight. Leah Clearwater is young enough that she hasn't had many, if any at all, but old enough to realize that she's having one at this exact moment.
"Jacob Black," she starts calmly, a stark contrast to her clenched fists, "you are an idiot."
It shouldn't be new to her, or surprising in the least. This is the same boy she'd grown up with, the same boy she spent a good chuck of her time with on a weekly basis, the same boy that thought it would be a good idea to put Bella Swan on a motorcycle.
More than once!
So why why why did she ever think it would be a good idea to listen to him? She was losing her touch, clearly.
He shrugs, his smile wide and absolutely endearing. She wants to wipe it off his face like a mop across a floor.
He's bigger than her, much bigger, with built up muscle and a good half-foot on her height wise; but she's fast, a damn sight faster than he is and she punches him before he can even think to stop her. The smile slides of his face with the amusing sound of her fist hitting his jaw and her giggle.
"HEY! What was that for?!" He seems affronted, but he doesn't even touch his face. She wonders if it's because she's standing right in front of him. Probably not. It probably didn't even hurt.
"If we die," she hisses, the words ground out between her teeth, "I'll kill you."
He opens his mouth to speak and then snaps it shut. She's stopped him momentarily with a glare. "Yes, I know what I just said." She sighs then, yanks her hair back into a ponytail, slipping her elastic from around her wrist to wrap around her glossy black hair.
Jacob waits until she's done. "Are you done imitating Satan?"
"Ha very ha. Let's just get this over with."
His smile is back in an instant even though she's still grumbling low and fast under her breath. "Sure, sure." He rolls his eyes when she's not looking and runs his tongue along his teeth. It hurt, but not a lot. She needed to work on her punches, put some weight behind it.
He said they were going hunting. Something small, he said, nothing to worry about. It'll be fun.
He had failed to mention that the kind of hunting he meant was small birds. While they were flying. Oh, and hunting? Meant they were going to jump off the cliff and catch them midair. He apparently hadn't thought to mention that particular fact to Leah until they were on the edge of the cliff and she was too far in that her stubborn pride wouldn't let her back out.
He glances at her clothes and raises an eyebrow. She scowls at him fiercely before yanking her pants off. It is July, and even though their particular area of Washington is perpetually shrouded in cloud cover, she is always hot and nearly always at the beach. She lives in her bathing suit.
She's too easy to read and Jacob is practically preening from his literacy prowess. Her palm tingles again with the need to hit something. Funny, she used to be a lot less violent. He smirks at the green polka dots on her white bikini and she crosses her arms over her chest, not to cover herself up, but so she won't shove him off the cliff.
She clears her throat. "How exactly do we do this?"
"Run and jump." He hadn't thought it all the way through and he doesn't expect them to catch anything. Mostly it's just for the cliff jumping, but without everyone else around. Leah doesn't always get along with everyone.
And call him old-fashioned, but Billy Black would not have taken kindly to Jacob's conniving to get Leah to jump off a cliff. Then Billy and Sue would have yelled at him. Not cool.
"Do you want me to go first?" he asks, playing the good guy card so she'll quit glaring at him like she's formulating plans to kill him in his sleep. She scowls again, but shakes her head, her arms unfolding from her body and falling limply to her sides. She looks scared for half a second but then her hands ball into fists again and all the fear is gone.
She takes off like a rocket and suddenly she's in the air and screaming because there is nothing underneath her and she's falling, quickly, towards the water below her. The screaming doesn't stop until she hits the water and goes under.
Jacob watches, apprehensively until her head bobs up and she slicks her hair off of her face. She's grinning and he breathes a sigh of relief.
"I'm going to kill you, Jacob Black!" she shrieks, mid laughter, and he shakes his head and backs up a few feet to get a running start before he jumps.
His splash is undeniably bigger than hers and he's under for a lot longer, the bulk of his weight dragging him under until he kicks back to the surface. Leah's still grinning and laughing as she treads water.
He shakes his hair out like a wet dog. "What'd I do this time?"
She nods to the thin straps of her bathing suit. "I almost lost it." Jacob laughs so hard he doesn't even fight it when she dunks him, pushing his head under the waves. He tickles her underwater until she lets go.
They call them epiphanies, a moment of sudden realization or insight. Leah Clearwater is young enough that she hasn't had many, if any at all, but old enough to realize that she's having one at this exact moment.
"Thanks. I needed that."