A/N This is the last little installment, and I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it :) Enjoy.
Chapter Three - The Bedroom Incident
It took Charlie a long time to fully recover from Jacob's secret. The morning after he woke up with not only a pounding head ache but the memory of a very vivid dream involving Jacob, Sam, Billy and I, all trying to convince him that there was a pack of werewolves living in La Push. My casual but still slightly wary response – "It wasn't a dream Dad." – Resulted in the taking of another two tables and the quick return to his bedroom.
It took him a few weeks to come to terms with the truth (well, as to term as he could be anyway) and for me to explain all the technicalities of the La Push pack's curse. Sometimes when I mentioned Jacob and his werewolf activities (which I tried not to do too often) he'd shake a bit and go red. It did cause me slight concern, especially after the death of Harry Clearwater.
Otherwise, life was good. Working at the Newton's store was as boring as ever (I had deferred college for a year due to my relationship with Jacob – of course, I didn't tell Jacob or Charlie that. My excuse was that everybody needed a break between college and high school). But the afternoons and weekends spent with Jacob were fantastic. I knew all of Jacob's homework was sacrificed to spend time with me but I couldn't find myself caring enough to suggest he do it.
It was late spring and the weather was slightly warmer than it usually was for Forks. I'd had an especially long day at Newton's (made worse by Mrs Newton's hour long conversation about Mike's annoying room mate at college) and I was already in a grumpy mood when my truck refused to start.
Of course, everyone had already left and I didn't have a cell phone. Jacob had spoken of doing something with Billy that night and I couldn't rely on Charlie to guess that my truck was broken down at Newton's. He'd probably just think I was out.
So with a sigh, I started walking.
It was late by the time I got home. Charlie looked me over as I walked through the front door; "You look washed out Bells."
"I walked all the way from Newton's. My truck wouldn't start." I scowled, stripping out of my jacket. The air was humid and the walking hadn't helped.
"What?" Charlie was up in an instant, "Why didn't you call me?"
"What with my telepathic mind powers?" I snapped irritably, sighing as a wave of heat washed over me.
"Do you want me to get someone-?"
"I'll get Jake to have a look at in the morning." I said with a wave of my hand. As soon as I said his name I felt a pang of disappointment. I hated going even a small time span without seeing him. I suddenly resented whatever he had to do with Billy. Damn Billy.
"I'm going to have a shower and go to bed." I muttered to Charlie and ascended the stairs.
I tried to keep the shower as cold as possible without it being uncomfortable but I was still hot when I stepped out of it. With another set of irritable sighs I cleaned my teeth, pulled off the trackies I'd originally donned for bed and pulled on a pair of shorts I usually saved for visits to Jacksonville. I didn't have anything cooler than a tank top so I remained in that.
I opened my window completely and stood in front of it, trying to tempt a non existent breeze. Sighing with frustration as I failed I pushed back the blankets on my bed and covered the bottom part of my body with a sheet.
Of course, with the heat I couldn't get to sleep.
I tossed and turned until two. Charlie's snores that usually didn't bother me at all irritated me to the point that I was tempted to take a pillow down to the couch in the lounge room.
That was when I heard the creak of the floor board.
I sat upright just as my door creaked open and then swiftly closed without a sound.
"Bella?" He whispered softly.
I was still irritable after my disastrous night. "Stay where you are." I ordered, "I'm so boiling right now that I think I'd implode if you came near me."
"That's not so bad." Jacob said cheekily. With a sigh as surrender he sat on the edge of my bed at my feet. Even in the dark I could see his face and his expression softened me. I nudged him with my left foot.
"How was the quality time with Billy?"
Jacob snorted quietly, "As boring as it always is." He made a face and then said; "How was your evening Miss Swan?"
I snorted back at him, "My truck broke down at Newton's and I had to walk all the way home."
"I would have picked you up!" Jacob exclaimed looking horrified. "Why didn't you call?"
"Like I said to Charlie, with what, my telepathic mind powers?"
He chuckled. "You need to buy a cell phone."
"Urgh." I said with a roll of my eyes, "I've got to save all I can for my miniscule college fund."
Jacob looked uncomfortable – as he always did – when I brought up college. I knew he resented still being in high school, but like he told me repeatedly, it'd all be over in another year.
"I wish I could graduate early." He muttered, "Of course, if I'd paid a bit more attention instead of running around with you all the time that might have been possible."
"Ouch." I replied.
Another wave of heat washed over me.
"Urgh!" I muttered, kicking the flimsy sheet away.
Jacob snorted but then stopped, looking down at my legs wide eyed. He looked away and said absently; "Nice shorts."
"Stay away." I warned fiercely.
"Cover yourself up then. Before you drive me completely insane."
"Practice your abstinence skills a bit."
He sighed and stood up stretching. I watched him carefully. If it wasn't such a hot night it would have been nice to cuddle up to him. Especially after being so pissed off. I cursed the uncharacteristically hot weather again and rolled onto my side.
Now he was driving me crazy.
"I suppose you want me to pick your truck up in the morning?" He asked sitting down again. His finger tracing my foot lightly. I groaned in annoyance. Even his finger was hot.
"Or you can fix it outside Newton's." I suggested, my teeth gritted, "It's your choice."
"Any idea what's wrong with it?"
I gritted my teeth harder, sure they were about to break as his finger traced higher, along my calf.
"If I knew…" I said agitatedly, "I wouldn't have walked home would I?"
His finger was above my knee, "Actually, even if you had known, you probably wouldn't have known how to fix it."
His finger reached the middle of my thigh and traced a figure of eight. I couldn't take it any longer.
"Jacob." I hissed sitting up my eyes flashing dangerously, "If you're going to use the spare key to sneak into my house illegally at least don't drive me over the edge! I'm already hot and pissed off and if you don't stop-"
His lips were on mine, fierce and uncomfortably warm. He caught me off guard and I found myself falling back against the pillow. He hovered above me, still kissing me relentlessly.
I didn't want to admit it but even though the heat was unbearable the feel of his lips was wonderful. Letting him know this of course was unacceptable so I tried to reflect anger in my kisses.
He pulled the tank top over my head before I could protest.
"Jacob." I whined, "Are you not hearing me?!"
"Nope." He muttered.
"You are so insufferable." I said angrily, but his next kiss dissolved my stubbornness so quickly I was almost ashamed. His lips were so desperate and irresistible.
My breathing was staggered. I stripped Jacob of his shirt quickly and easily. I felt the corner of his mouth turn upward as my hopeless protest became zealous enthusiasm. Still grinning he flipped me so that I was lying on top of him. His hands were running up and down my sides and the warmth of it all made me more irritable – ultimately leading to fiercer kisses. He was good at manipulation.
"Thought you were too hot…" He gasped with a grin.
"Smugness doesn't suit you."
"Yes it does."
"No," I said with a grin, "It really, really doesn't."
"Yes." He said smiling wildly and flipping me over so that he was hovering over me. I squealed in surprise and mirth, "It really, really does." He chuckled.
I fiddled with the clasp on his jeans and prised them off successfully. All the while Jacob covered my skin with kisses. I was just about dead with the heat. Jacob Black was evil.
And suddenly, before I could get anymore caught up in the moment than I already was, before Jacob could remove my bra with the hot fingers that were still on the clasp, Charlie was standing in my door way.
Oh… Dear… God…
This had to be the most embarrassing situation I had ever been in. And as any good klutz will know, having the ability to fall over anything within a five mile radius – anything starting at thin air – results in a stash of embarrassing situations to pick from.
"Dad!" I exclaimed, pushing a shocked Jacob away from me and snatching my tank top off the ground.
Charlie looked like he was vibrating. He looked from my murderous expression, to Jacob's terrified one, to the clothes lying on my bedroom floor.
He fists clenched and unclenched. I wanted Jacob to move, his super werewolf strength aside Charlie was probably angry enough to turn an entire werewolf pack into decimated coconut.
Jacob needed no further warning.
He bolted from the room so fast I was sure he'd be in La Push by the time Charlie reacted.
Of course, I was wrong.
Charlie reacted within a second. He charged from the room and down the stairs like a bull.
"Urgh my GOD!" I exclaimed vaulting my self off the bed and after them both.
"IN MY DAUGHTER'S ROOM!" Charlie was shouting. I stopped half way down the stairs. Jacob was darting through the door and Charlie was unhooking his gun from its usual place on the stand.
My heart stopped.
"Dad no!!!" I cried desperately launching down the last few stairs. I tripped on the rug and watched helplessly from my position on the floor as Charlie charged after him.
I scrambled up and ran after them. I almost slipped twice on the moist grass of the front yard. Charlie was still shouting madly.
"SNEAK INTO MY HOUSE!!! MY HOUSE?! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU IN THE NAME OF THE LAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!!!!" Charlie extended the last word and made it into a howl that sounded so demented I was frightened into stillness. I watched helplessly as they both darted through the trees; Jacob gracefully and almost impossible to see he was so fast, and Charlie stumbling and swearing.
I made my way back inside meekly. I grabbed the phone off the receiver and dialed in Dad's work number.
"JACOB BLACK!" Charlie howled.
It took a long time for anyone to answer. It was after all, three in the morning. I could still hear the pair of them arguing outside.
"Charlie please calm down…" Jacob was saying desperately. I wished he'd just run at werewolf speed back to La Push before Charlie really did shoot him. I suppose he didn't want to leave me alone with my Father's raging temper. How amusing, my boyfriend's nobility was going to kill him.
"I'LL GIVE YOU CALM DOWN! YOU TAKE HER TO PORT ANGELES ON A MOTORBIKE, YOU TELL ME THAT YOU'RE A FREAKING MYTHCIAL CREATURES AND THEN YOU SNEAK INTO MY HOUSE AT THREE IN THE MORNING SO YOU CAN DO ALL THE THINGS A FATHER DREADS HIS DAUGHTER DOING?! IN MY HOUSE!!! I'VE HAD IT JACOB BLACK!!! I HAVE REACHED MY TETHER!" Charlie roared.
"Hello, Sergeant Stewart here." A tired voice answered with a badly disguised yawn.
"Jack." I said tiredly, "It's Bella. Can you get down here before Charlie does something that will get him locked up in federal prison for twenty years?"
Jack's barking laughter did not improve my mood.
"What'd Jake do now?"
I grimaced as Charlie's enraged shouts answered the question for me.
"IF YOU WANT TO DO THAT WITH MY DAUGHTER YOU CAN DO IT IN LA PUSH! OR AT A DECENT HOUR! BUT YOU ARE NOT TO SNEAK INTO MY HOUSE AT THREE IN THE MORNING, DO YOU HEAR ME?! DO YOU HEAR ME JACOB BLACK?!"
I could hear Jack struggling to breath on the other end. I heard a thump that told me he'd fallen off his chair in hysterics. I scowled.
"Jack, he has his gun out."
Jack took a few shallow breaths and gasped; "What am I going to put on the report?"
"Report?!" I screeched, "You can't make this into a report!"
"Sure I can." He said still laughing, "The guys will get such a laugh! And I'll even email it to old Georgie."
"I wouldn't have called if you weren't going to help!" I said incredulously.
"Oh I'll help Bella." He said regaining composure, "But, really it's not every day you witness the complete unhinging of Charlie Swan."
"Really?" I muttered sarcastically, "Because I do.And I'm sick of it. Get down here now or else you'll need a body bag for Jake and-"
"Wait, wait." He said, stopping my angry tirade, "I'll get in the car as soon as you give me a title for the report."
I sighed. I knew he wasn't going to cooperate until I gave him what I wanted. And Charlie was still shouting loud obscenities. A few of the neighbours were gathering on their front gardens at the commotion. Neighbours that didn't live very close either which meant Charlie's shouting was louder than I thought. Perhaps I'd become desensitized what with his earlier tantrums.
"AND FURTHERMORE… SO HELP ME GOD, JACOB BLACK IF YOU EVER COME NEAR HER IN MY PRESENCE, OR NEAR ME PERIOD… AGAIN…"
Charlie fired a shot into the clear night sky. I rolled my eyes at his melodramatic tendencies.
"DO… YOU… HEAR… ME??!"
"We hear you Charlie mate." Jack chuckled, "Now, that title Bella?"
I sighed as Charlie tripped on a tree branch and fell to the ground swearing. Jacob offered to help him up but that only caused Charlie to rile up further and start screaming incoherently again. I did however catch the basic gist of what he was saying; "FUCKWANKBUGGERSHITTINGARSEHEADANDHOLE."
"You've already said it Jack." I said with a sigh thinking that just maybe, having a motorbike riding werewolf boyfriend with frenzied hormones wasn't as okay with Charlie as he'd made it seem in the beginning, "The unhinging of Charlie Swan."
Thanks to all who've reviewed this!! It was so much fun to write. Now, I don't suppose any reviewers would be interested in having Jacob Black in their bedroom at three in the morning would they? ;)