[twilight] you're all his and i'm all yours
A/N: For
anythingbutgrey as a birthday treat. It's a testament to how much I love Elyssa that I write a Jacob/Bella fic for her. Even though it's not my ship of choice one bit and this will most likely be a one-time thing, I hope you all enjoy regardless :) I was originally going to do a multi-fandom fic, but I ended up liking this part surprisingly more than I did with the rest of it. So, about 75% of the fic was scrapped and I ended up expanding on this a little.
you're all his and i'm all yours
twilight. jacob/bella. post-eclipse. pg. 390 words.
they were walking a thin line, a delicate balancing act on tight ropes, and clumsy people were not meant to endure tight ropes.
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He felt warm, always warm - she missed warm.
Staying away did her no good, she decided after a few moments. With each day every line in his face became more distinct, his grin a little wider, his arms slightly bigger, or his body a little warmer, memories became sweeter, but the thought of his face breaking at the sound of goodbyes has been playing on a vicious loop for weeks - that was something she would rather not remember and would never miss.
She had gotten used to the hardness and cold, but the warm reminded her of home and it killed her everyday she forced them apart. They were walking a thin line, a delicate balancing act on tight ropes, and clumsy people were not meant to endure tight ropes.
Choices were made, plans were set, and yet they became a distant memory belonging to someone else when she looked at him, fingers lacing and smiles widening. The aggressive veneer he usually adopted was forgotten, almost naked and vulnerable in the moment. He almost hated himself for it, more than he occasionally resented her, fleeting thoughts that only lasted for seconds.
“I’ve missed you.” His voice is a mess of hoarse whispers, choking back emotions that his face and gestures already betrayed long ago.
She didn’t need to say anything. He knew. They both knew.
It was difficult sticking to choices and making plans when you’re taking comfort in the heat radiating from his skin and threading your fingers through his hair while planting a quick succession of kisses.
He always knew Bella Swan was fickle.
“I could do without more goodbyes,” he said, harsh this time, rough. He didn’t care if words hurt this time. It was only a miniscule amount of how much she inadvertently hurt him.
She bit her lower lip to stop it from continuously shaking, her dramatic tendencies was something that he missed. .
“This is a mistake.” Her voice held hints of finality and completion.
Yet, she didn’t want to go, her feet firmly staying in place, ignoring her better judgment to run away - back to Edward, to back to her life, back to her family. Jacob would be better off without her casting everlasting shadows in his doorway.
Clean breaks weren’t always the easiest. She knew that better than anyone.
anythingbutgrey as a birthday treat. It's a testament to how much I love Elyssa that I write a Jacob/Bella fic for her. Even though it's not my ship of choice one bit and this will most likely be a one-time thing, I hope you all enjoy regardless :) I was originally going to do a multi-fandom fic, but I ended up liking this part surprisingly more than I did with the rest of it. So, about 75% of the fic was scrapped and I ended up expanding on this a little.
you're all his and i'm all yours
twilight. jacob/bella. post-eclipse. pg. 390 words.
they were walking a thin line, a delicate balancing act on tight ropes, and clumsy people were not meant to endure tight ropes.
---
He felt warm, always warm - she missed warm.
Staying away did her no good, she decided after a few moments. With each day every line in his face became more distinct, his grin a little wider, his arms slightly bigger, or his body a little warmer, memories became sweeter, but the thought of his face breaking at the sound of goodbyes has been playing on a vicious loop for weeks - that was something she would rather not remember and would never miss.
She had gotten used to the hardness and cold, but the warm reminded her of home and it killed her everyday she forced them apart. They were walking a thin line, a delicate balancing act on tight ropes, and clumsy people were not meant to endure tight ropes.
Choices were made, plans were set, and yet they became a distant memory belonging to someone else when she looked at him, fingers lacing and smiles widening. The aggressive veneer he usually adopted was forgotten, almost naked and vulnerable in the moment. He almost hated himself for it, more than he occasionally resented her, fleeting thoughts that only lasted for seconds.
“I’ve missed you.” His voice is a mess of hoarse whispers, choking back emotions that his face and gestures already betrayed long ago.
She didn’t need to say anything. He knew. They both knew.
It was difficult sticking to choices and making plans when you’re taking comfort in the heat radiating from his skin and threading your fingers through his hair while planting a quick succession of kisses.
He always knew Bella Swan was fickle.
“I could do without more goodbyes,” he said, harsh this time, rough. He didn’t care if words hurt this time. It was only a miniscule amount of how much she inadvertently hurt him.
She bit her lower lip to stop it from continuously shaking, her dramatic tendencies was something that he missed. .
“This is a mistake.” Her voice held hints of finality and completion.
Yet, she didn’t want to go, her feet firmly staying in place, ignoring her better judgment to run away - back to Edward, to back to her life, back to her family. Jacob would be better off without her casting everlasting shadows in his doorway.
Clean breaks weren’t always the easiest. She knew that better than anyone.