Hey lovelies! So here is my next idea for a BLACKWATER fanfic. I tried publishing it earlier this week and tried making it AU, but as an avid reader of my fics pointed out, it sounded too close to a Chuck and Blair (Gossip Girl) fic than a Jacob and Leah. I hope these adjustments and bringing the two of them back to La Push and traditional ground makes this fic more believable.

Umm well this one will be a tad more aggressive than National Geographic as you will note with this chapter. And don't worry, you guys will learn soon enough the reason behind the behavior between Jacob and Leah witnessed in this chapter. Let me know what you think and if i should continue? Reviews=Love. Happy Readings!

"What are you doing here?" Jacob asked dryly, staring at her as she stood beside the door to his garage, closer to her than he'd been in over five years. He looked her up and down and couldn't help but appraise her body although he claimed to hate her.

"This isn't a courtesy call," Leah replied smoothly, but the iciness of her tone was not lost on him. It had been the same one she had been using on him for years now. Not waiting to be invited in to his "office space", she brushed past him rudely, hitting him with her shoulder as she went by. She found a bench piled high with mechanical parts and tools and pulled out a handkerchief from her purse. Laying it across the only cleared surface, she sat uncomfortably around the grime and grit around her.

"I don't have time for this right now," he growled as he moved away from the entrance to the garage and wiped his greasy hands on the rag peaking out of his back pocket.

"Well I'm sorry to hear that because you're going to have to make time."

"Can we get to the point? I have a deadline that I have to meet in a few days. If I don't finish this car, I don't eat." He ran a hand through his unruly styled hair and let out an exasperated breath.

"Is this the reception I get? After all this time of not seeing each other..." Leah tsked as she stood and circled the car he had propped his hip up against. "This place brings back memories," she said casually as she took in the ratty walls and flung car parts. The old Rabbit stood to one side, a sheet she supposed was once white, draped over the hood of the car. Jake's old motorcycle now seemed to be tuned up and with a fresh coat of paint. It was obviously his means of transportation nowadays.

"What do you want?" he couldn't control the annoyance in his voice.

"I'm surprised you have to ask. You use to know exactly what I wanted and when I wanted it," her tone was suggestive and he felt a familiar heat course through his veins.

This. This was why he hated her. She was the only woman who affected him this way. The only woman he had willingly relinquished control to. And even after all this time, all the hurt and anger and hatred he felt and knew was reciprocated, he still couldn't help but respond to her.

"Leah..." he sighed tiredly, not wanting to jump into another argument with her. It was enough to deal with it over the phone, but he hadn't heard from her in months, hadn't seen her since that day five long years ago. And now she stood here before him wrecking havoc on his peace of mind.

"So you do remember my name," she laughed to herself as she finished circling the car and leaned against the front of the car, casting a wicked look over her shoulder at him. She stood there as if she belonged there. As if she had been there all along and had every right to be there. She crossed her legs purposefully and watched as his eyes darkened as her already short skirt rode higher up against her thigh.

"Can we do this some other time? I really have a lot of work that needs to be finished."

"We need to talk."

"Now? All of a sudden? After all this time?" Jacob spat, long past pleasantries and civility as he walked over to her and grabbed her by the elbow determined to drag her out of his garage and dismiss her from his life. Just like she had done to him so long ago. The dull ache in his chest came back full force.

His hand burned at the feel of her skin against his own and he was suddenly well aware of the sweet fragrance drifting off her soft skin. The same one she use to wear before. The same one that made him dizzy and crazy with lust as he lost himself in her body over and over again.

"My, my, Black. This sudden aggressiveness is quite becoming," Leah laughed throatily as she grabbed at his fingers and loosened his grip.

"You'll be seeing a lot more of it if you don't leave right now."

"Thats not a way to get rid of me now, now is it?" her eyes gleamed with amusement. "Besides, what I need to address is business."

"Later," Jacob refused to budge as he grabbed her again and began leading her out.

"Don't touch me!" she snapped, her control suddenly gone as she flipped around in his grip and stared up at him angrily.

His hand reached out again to grab her but she slapped it away, earning a growl of anger from deep in Jacob's chest.

They stared each other down, their breathing suddenly accelerating from the tension and anger coursing through both their bodies. Jacob moved first, grabbing both her arms in his grip and giving her a firm shake.

"You shouldn't be here."

"I can go wherever the hell I want. You're not the boss of me. Besides, La Push is my home too," she huffed out childishly as she struggled in his grip. As much as she thrashed, his hold was relentless.

"You decide this now? After you turned your back on us all?!" He was on the brink of losing control and it scared him.

Finally deciding that a smooth getaway was impossible, Leah brought her knee up in an attempt to connect with his groin. He felt her movements and quickly registered what she was attempting to do, and he was able to sidestep her before she could connect with his groin.

"You bitch!" he snarled as he pushed her against the wall near the door and held her trapped firmly between his body. "What the fuck, Leah?"

"Let me go!" she tried to sound menacing but she could only pant breathlessly as his weight, pressed up against her, made it difficult for her to draw in some air. His naked chest was now pressed against the silk of her dress and she felt his warmth and sweat begin to sweep in through the light material.

"I don't think so. You apparently don't know how to behave yourself."

"You're an animal," she grunted as she pushed her body against him trying to free herself. Her body was on fire, the anger and rage and sudden lust raging through her and confusing her. She didn't want this man. Not anymore.

He grinned evilly down at her, the helplessness of her situation amusing him. But then he felt her hips grind against his own as she continued to fight in his grip and all traces of humor were gone.

Her body still fit perfectly against his, her skin was as tantalizingly soft as ever, her scent as intoxicating, her lips and breath fanning close to his neck sending an unwarranted shiver down his spine. She was electrifying. One minute he wanted to strangle her, the next he wanted to bury himself balls deep inside her and make her fucking scream his name.

His body betrayed him then as he felt himself growing agonizingly hard against her mound, and her surprised eyes told him she'd felt it too. "Jacob...?" she asked softly, her brows furrowed in doubt, an expression that made her too fucking adorable to resist. It was the old Leah. The one he use to love. The one who wanted nothing more than him and he'd vowed to make happy for the rest of her life.

Cursing at his stupidity and male weakness, Jake brought his head down those few inches further and attacked her mouth with his lips.

A/N: I love writing Lemons and haven't really had much opportunity to do so with National Geographic, but if you guys enjoy the feel of this story, well then i can guarantee more lemons for this one ;)