A/N: Okay, so this is going to be very, very, very familiar to any of you who read "Enough with This Gravity Moving Already", but I think their reunion is the best place to start the sequel. I have revamped it to be in the third person. This fic will be completely in third person, so I can get it to you faster. I struggle writing in the first person, so I'm not going to try anymore—not in this piece at least. And you can skip it if you read the other one, I won't be upset… leaving a review would be nice though….

Reunited and it Feels so Good! (Revisited)

"Hey Claire, would you like me to cook you something special?" Nessie called from the kitchen.

Claire could smell the sautéed onions but it didn't make her mouth water like it usual did. She wasn't hungry, in fact she hadn't had an appetite in six days. Nessie worried about Claire's health, she had even enlisted her Uncle Jasper's help the previous night. He attempted to transfer some of his feelings of hunger or more correctly thirst onto Claire using his vampire whammy, but it only made him hungrier forcing him to leave for an unscheduled hunt with Alice.

Claire stood heading towards her small bedroom/studio, when she stopped abruptly. She looked around the small villa they were staying in, it was a beautiful place, like cabins out of fairytales, located right outside of Avignon, France; something was different. The world had moved, shifted, there was a heat in her stomach, a pull behind her navel.

Jacob rushed into the living room where she stood frozen, his eyes wide with a grin plastered on his face. Almost instantly she knew what it meant—Jacob's smile, the pull… there was only one thing that made Claire feel like that: Quil.

She had no idea how or why, but he was near and she changed course, bursting out the front door that faced a cobbled path leading to a nice walking path through the nearby forest. Her eyes were instantly filled with tears and her breathing was coming out in deep fast gust she couldn't control.

It couldn't be true. She wanted it so bad, but it just couldn't be. She needed to hear him, to see him to be sure. She whispered it at first, afraid to be wrong— to have to live with the disappointment if she were wrong, "Quil. Quil…"

Her stomach twisted and turned in powerful uncomfortable knots and the tears were streaming so fast she couldn't blink past them. She had been in Avignon for a week, a week that she had spent sketching and painting that cobbled road lined with trees in all shades of green. She didn't need her sight to guide her, she had it memorized and she ran forward desperately following the pull—it led her to the left and blinded by tears she stumbled and tripped, not being able to stop herself, she screamed.

"Quil! QUIL!" She sobbed even harder, her chest hurting from the excursion but she wouldn't stop running, because the pull was getting stronger and she knew, she knew he was here.

"Claire!" It was Jake's calls that she heard, they came from behind and she ran faster.

She couldn't explain why, but she was scared. Not scared of Jake, really, but scared to talk to him and have him crush the hope, the beautiful notion that Quil was here, close to her.

Claire's lungs were burning, begging for air and her legs were on fire as she ran through the forest, it was getting denser, she had strayed off the path and although it was just past noon it was dark here.

"Quil! QUIL!" Her throat was sore and she couldn't drag her feet any further, she collapsed in a heap, holding her stomach tightly, frantically gasping for air. When she had finally caught her breath she stood, readying herself, but he appeared as if straight from a dream— the dreams that she had had nightly since their separation and held onto in the day; the only piece of Quil she had left.

Quil, so consumed by emotion had a difficult time phasing, but when he did he forgot all modesty and ran to her still naked from the phase. The emotions that Claire had been suppressing all flood forward at once, and made her feel nauseous, swaying in place. Quil lurched forward, catching her before she fell again.

"Are you real?" Her voice was hoarse and unfamiliar. He inhaled her scent so deeply his lungs were filled with her and when he felt like he couldn't take it anymore he kissed her. Claire was in such glorious shock she felt as if all the air in her lungs had been sucked out. She had to pulled away, "Quil?"

"Yes, Claire-bear, I'm real." And that's all she needed to hear, she pulled herself back to him. He held her tight, and she could feel all of the heat from his body through the thin material of her sage green sundress. Claire was so amazingly turned on, being pressed so tightly to his naked body she couldn't help but blush as he looked down at her.

"Sorry, I'll get dressed," he whispered, but she couldn't handle the idea, the possibility of him covering his magnificent body and she stopped him. She felt brazen but also free and she pushed the envelope even farther, bringing his hands to the hem of her dress and urging them upward. He smiled wide, getting the not-so-subtle hint and lifting the dress off of her. She wore only a simple pair of white underwear and he stared at her as if he were memorizing every aspect of her body. Claire giggled at him, impatiently grabbing his hands again, planting them firmly on her breast. He seemed to be in shock, completely unable to react.

"Quil! I want you. Now!" She demanded, feeling silly, but it seemed to wake him up and he smirked, trailing his hands around her side and onto her bare back and pulling Claire closer. He trailed hard kisses down her face from her hairline to her chin, making her shiver violently as he drew tiny circles with his tongue on her collarbone.

His hands cut a path down her back along her spine and she moaned as her back arched pressing her even closer to him. He muffled the sound of her moans with his mouth and Claire pressed herself even more firmly into him. He quickly guided her backward until she could feel the rough bark of a tree on the bare skin of her back.

Once firmly held up against a tree she wrapped her legs around him, clawing her nails into the tree as he took her nipple into his warm mouth.

"Oh shit!" She had dreamt about and fantasized thoroughly their reunion but none of it compared to the real thing and she trembled and twitched against him. He switched his mouth to the other breast, his hot, hard member resting firmly between her increasingly moist underwear and his abs. She could almost feel it pulsating against her and she couldn't resist grinding against it. She crushed herself harder against him, pulling herself up higher and then allowing herself to slide down creating a friction and making her own legs quiver.

His hands slid down Claire's body and driving her crazy with intense desire. This wasn't like the couple's first night together: tender and gentle, no, his hands were urgent and needy, this was passion and she liked it. She loved it.

She nibbled on his shoulder as his hands kneaded her ass pushing her warm moist pussy harder against his cock.

"Quil," she exhaled deeply. His hands came around the front, ripping Claire's underwear at both sides of her hips and quickly discarding them without breaking their connection. She giggled but it was turned into a deep guttural moan as he thrust himself into her.

She grabbed onto his neck and the forest of greens twirled in her eyes as he dropped them to the floor. He kept his arms at either side of her head holding his weight off of her frail body as he fucked her hard on the forest floor. She pulled at his neck trying to bring him closer to her. She wanted to feel him, his entire weight; she wanted every inch of him on top of her pressing against her.

Quil leaned in kissing her roughly, his tongue fighting with hers and she reacted quickly gasping and groaning, digging her nails into the broad expanse of his back.

She pushed herself in sync with his thrust trying desperately to take in every inch of him, to complete herself with him.

"Harder," she demanded, her hand intertwined with his hair.

"God Claire, I. Missed. You," he spat between thrust. She couldn't respond the pleasure had reached a point where she could think of nothing but her upcoming release. Her entire body clenched and just as she exploded she felt his body shutter and his hot liquid shot through her.

He collapsed on top of her and Claire held him tightly, refusing to let him go even as he tried to roll over. She clung to him as he rolled, resting on top of him.

She hadn't had the time or the presence of mind to examine him before now, but when she finally did she was shocked to see the heavy black bags under his eyes, and the sunken state of his cheeks. She pulled away from him to get a better look, he had to be at least twenty pounds lighter and his tanned beautiful skin seemed to have dulled with a slight grey.

"Quil! Oh my god! Are you sick? Are you okay?" She asked reluctantly pulling away from him.

"I'm fine," he assured Claire, his voice sounding weak and tired. She stood on unsteady feet, grabbing the sundress off the forest floor and pulling it on as he untied his sweats from his ankle and shimmied into them. His waist was at least three inches smaller and she felt sick looking at it.

"Did I do this to you?" She asked, her hand clasped to her rapidly beating heart.

"Claire, calm down."

"Calm down! Calm down! Oh god, Quil. I'm so sorry!" She wailed and he pulled her to him again, lightly kissing her forehead and the corner of her eye and her cheek, finally getting to her lips which he touched so softly she lost her breath.

But Claire pulled away, she knew where this was leading and before any of that she wanted to get him food—but he had different plans. He pulled her to him again, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around him. And there was no stopping it, she was lost in his eyes as he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust into her again. The pleasure was so extreme she was momentarily blinded.

He was like a wall solid as she rode him, bouncing frantically, dying for the release she could only feel with him. Claire chewed on his ear as his right hand guided her up and down, holding securely on her bare ass.

"Claire," he breathed as her tongue brushed the perimeter of his ear. She started to ride him faster and his face started to change, the face he made before he came.

"Quil, stay with me," she begged, but it was too late—he released and she sighed in defeat.

He eyed her guiltily and she smiled at him kissing him softly, no longer disappointed. He placed her back on her feet, but before she could turn back to the villa he fell to his knees diving his head under her dress. He flung her right leg over his shoulder and kept the other securely planted on the floor.

His tongue flicked quickly over her clit and she bucked grabbing onto his shoulder for support as he circled it with his tongue. Her bundle of nerves were in overdrive and she couldn't hold in her verbal gratitude as she rocked forward praising; he brushed and swirled his tongue along her opening.

When she thought it couldn't get better he shoved his thumb roughly inside of her and she screamed, not embarrassed in the slightest as she felt herself dripping onto his hand. He chuckled and she responded by roughly grabbing his hair and guiding his face where she wanted him.

He liked that and he picked up his pace, slowing again as her gasps got closer and closer together. He wanted to please her for as long as possible and he was stretching it out, but she was burning up—the heat from his tongue, from riding him, from the pleasure it was too much. She pushed his face harder into her pussy, begging for him to stop the teasing; he complied and she exploded so violently her body shook and her grip on his hair served the higher purpose of keeping her standing upright. He gently slid her leg off of his shoulder and stood, draping her limp body over his back and strolling slowly towards the house.

With Claire's cheek against his warm bare back she spoke again, "I love you."

She gripped him tighter, "I love you more," he sighed and she smacked his arm playfully.

"Prove it," she whispered in his ear.

"Again? You're a monster!" He cried secretly happy as he pulling her off of his back, preparing to show her again just how much he loved her.

"No, not like that, Quil. Marry me, marry me today… We can go into town tonight. Avignon is so beautiful at night, and—"

"Okay."

"That's it? Okay," she said her eyes searching for an argument.

"I can't live without you. I knew that before, but now I KNOW know I can't. Why put it off, if you really want to do it now, here, then let's do it," he said as they reached the clearing in front of the house.

"Oh Claire, that's so great!" Nessie cried as they headed towards them. All the blood rushed from Claire's face and she suddenly felt faint.

She had forgotten, she had completely forgotten that everyone in the villa had super hearing and she buried her face into his chest as he chuckled completely unapologetic.

"Oh come on Claire-bear. No worries, I've heard much worse, Emmett does this thing where—"

"Okay, okay. I get it," Claire said, not looking at Jake as he tried to comfort her, she really wasn't up for hearing how vampire Barbie got her groove on. And it wasn't necessary, she was still beet red from complete mortification, yes, but nothing could get her down today, because tonight when all was said and done, she would finally be Mrs. Quil Ateara.