Disclaimer: I only own the storyline in this fic. Not twilight or the characters.
This chapter is a bit short since it's leading into the the big events, but the next will be much longer. Be warned, this story is rated M for lemons. This may turn some of you off, but I will try my best to make them both sexy and tasteful. I figured since Jacob is imprinted with Nessie, it would probably be hopelessly romantic, but still very lustful, and a bit confusing. I'm rambling...
Please enjoy! :)
PROLOGUE: Happy Birthday
"Is this your first drink?"
I couldn't believe my eyes, watching my little Nessie actually taking a shot of tequila from Embry's hand. Actually, "little" was the wrong word. She was still a tiny thing, I'd guess about the size of Alice Cullen, but she was no longer the little girl I'd watched over since birth.
She nodded to Embry, spirals of dark curls framing her soft, beautiful face, and asked, "Is it good?" She was grinning shyly. So innocent that it made the back of my eyes burn behind my lids. Maybe that was the alcohol. Yeah, we'll go with that.
Embry scrunched his nose, and tilted his head. A whiff of the strong drink caught his superhuman senses, "Well, you drink blood as a permanent diet, Nessie. Your taste buds are a little different than mine. But I don't think it's all that bad."
She bit her full bottom lip, her chocolate eyes skimming over the small drink. And then she looked at me, and my world burst into pieces.
"Will you take one with me Jacob?"
I took in a deep breath and rolled my eyes, never quite able to say no to my Nessie. "Sure, sure." I agreed. Might as well make the best of the situation. "Just one though. Edward's going to kill me as it is." That was actually the least of my concerns, but whatever. I didn't feel like arguing the matter. Nessie always won our little disagreements anyway.
"Eh, he would never hurt you!" She smiled again, and reached on her tip toes to softly place her palm on my cheek. 'My Jacob.' That was all she wanted me to know... That I was her Jacob. Ever willing, I might add. This girl had me wrapped around her delicate, beautiful fingers.
Embry smirked at both of us, and pointed a finger into his gaping mouth, making a deep gagging noise. I jabbed him in the gut with my elbow. He chuckled again, as if he knew a secret that we didn't, and poured another drink. He knew I didn't think of her that way. How sick would that be? She's seven!
"Here's to Nessie." Seth joined us from the living room, all smiles as he lifted his cup in the air, and nudged her shoulder lightly. "All grown up now!"
Nessie chuckled and nudged him back.
"Yeah," Embry chimed in again, staring directly at me with a smirk on his face. "All grown up."
I got the subtle hint, and then I contimplated chucking the microwave at his face.
Leah stumbled into the kitchen after her brother, having already drank more than her fair share."God... ya know... give the g-girl some room to..." She hiccuped, "BREATH!"
Nessie eyed her humorously for a minute, seemingly unsure of what the heck she was doing, and her gaze fell to the drink again. I secretly wanted to strangle every asshole there. Why they felt alcohol was necessary tonight anyway was downright infuriating. I felt my lips unavoidably curling over my teeth.
"You don't have to do this Nessie, honey." I whispered, running my hand across the small of her back.
She turned to me, smiling widely. "It's okay. I'm ready." Her voice sweet as silk, her eyes pleading. It felt like there was a double meaning behind her words. I probably should have dug deeper into that meaning but I was too busy playing the protector to really notice much else.
Nessie... drunk? She might be ready, but was I? I nodded, rolled my eyes and forced a grin, not wanting to be the dark raincloud hovering over her big day. "Sure, su-"
Something happened that made my voice trail away from audible words. My eyes softened when I saw the twinkle of the candlelight reflecting in her chocolate eyes as she started up at me.
My insides twitched for a moment, feeling something both familiar and completely foreign at once. In that moment, I couldn't turn away from her. I didn't want to.
"To Nessie!" Seth shouted again, patiently, though my senses caught on as if it was muffled behind a wall of glass.
She chuckled, a crimson igniting her cheeks as everyone else shouted their own happy birthday.
My heart was in my throat, and everything froze in place. The world slowly disappeared around me, fading to black, and leaving only Nessie and me behind. The last time that happened was the day she was born, when those big chocolate eyes first met mine. Except this was different.
I leaned down, lightly kissing her cheek as I had always done on every birthday. Only this time, I had a strange urge to linger there, to memorize the feel of her smooth skin against my lips. Her eyes closed lightly, and she grinned adoringly, chuckling once.
Embry nudged Seth's arm, and I could hear them chuckling to themselves but I ignored it. - They were all still stuck behind that glass wall.
Leah just rolled her eyes in annoyance that we weren't drinking yet. "Are you d-done yet!?"
I ignored that too, my lips grazing Nessie's forehead before pulling away. I didn't care who was watching. It was like tearing open my own chest to pull away from her at that moment. She didn't look my way this time, but her hand curled into a tight fist at her side. I was left wondering if she felt it too, or if I was alone in this insanely strong pull.
My Nessie had grown. She didn't need me in the same way she needed me before. I felt as if that epiphany had slapped me across the face with a metal bat, and I was okay with it. Actually, I was ecstatic about it, feeling the imprintation all over again, and in a much more grown up way.
For the love of all that is holy, I did NOT expect this.
It was only when everyone raised their shot glasses, clinking them together, that I was knocked out of my stupor, nearly spilling my drink to the floor. I watched as Nessie took to her tip toes to reach everyone else. A small eruption of chuckles echoed in the small kitchen. It included me - I think.
Out of the corner of my eye I watched as my innocent little Nessie took her first drink on her seventh birthday.
I was mesmorized by the sight of her lifting the tiny glass to her full lips, curving them around the edge. Pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of the side of my mouth, panting.
The way her head tilted back, revealing the curve of her slim neck suddenly caught my utmost attention. The prominent curves beneath her tank top most definitely did not belong to a child. Her long curls coating down the small of her back, the adorable way her nose scrunched in disgust after swallowing, and how I was the one she turned to the second she was finished - everything was making my knees shake beneath my weight.
I grasped the counter beside me with a loud thump to keep from tumbling to the ground, making rounded indentations where my fingertips gripped down too hard.
With little to do or say - except stare - I swallowed the strong liquid, and pounded the shot glass onto the kitchen table. The twitches in my stomach nearly choked it back up, but I swallowed again. Though I couldn't taste anything, I felt nauseous as it coated my tight throat.
"Are you okay, Jacob?" Nessie asked, lightly brushing her hand against mine. Her eyes were wide, and it wasn't until then that I realized she had been staring back at my like I was insane.
I smiled and nodded, but I couldn't speak without erupting in a fit of 'I adore you's.' My god, I was lame, but I didn't care. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
She smiled sweetly, scrunching her nose again, "That was pretty gross, huh?"
I couldn't talk, and barely got my head to nod just once.
So this is what happens when the girl -er woman – you imprint on grows up. Only this time, my heart strummed in a different way.
Next chapter: Bonfire.