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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 13:25:21 GMT -5
He grinned, pleased with himself as he revved them motorcycle as they sat at the light. He and Gabrielle had now been dating for nearly two months and he was extremely pleased with himself today. He always did little things to surprise her like bringing her flowers on their one month aniversary and taking her out to special places. He never did the same things twice, he always had something new that he'd pulled out of his magic hat.
But today took the cake...
He had planned it perfectly, even setting things up with her mother, whom he hadn't yet had much time with, but that was besides the point. He had asked her to keep Gabrielle from going out that day by telling her that it was going to rain and then she'd get stuck. Which was a lie. So he could surprise her and pick her up randomly.
He was so good.
He walked in the front door and called up the stairs and watched her run out of her room. She blinked and he told her to get her coat, they were going out. As she rushed around, trying to get ready he leaned against the banister, his velvet chocolate eyes twinkling with amusement. He was standing there in a pair of dark blue jeans and a long sleeved black shirt with a black leather jacket. A pair of black leather boots had his jeans pulled over the top of them. His dark hair was sticking out the way it usually did. He couldn't wait for her to see his surprise today.
God he was good.
So that's how they ended up on his motorcycle, going to Port Angeles for a reason unknown to her. He took off, speeding down the highway, feeling her arms tighten around him he grinned. This was going to be a fun day.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 13:43:33 GMT -5
"What are we doing?" She asked when they ended up at the pier. "Jake?" She looked at him, folding her arms and raising her eyes quizzically. "And what's with the random surprises?" She looked out over the water. "You're too good for your own well being."
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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 13:52:31 GMT -5
He grinned, pulling off his helmet. He set it on his thigh and pointed out to the end of the pier. He had purposely chosen this particular time of day. The sun was almost about to set and the water sparkled brilliantly. He let her get off the motorcycle and take off her helmet before getting off and setting his on the bike's seat. Then he motioned to the picnic blanket set out on the ground beneath the single tree that was up on the hill. A picnic dinner was set out on it, along with a silver candle stand and stick. It wasn't lit yet but a box of matches was sitting next to it. A long wrapped present was sitting next to the candle witha bow on it. The paper was pretty with silver snowflakes on it, and the bow was hand made, not stuck on. He wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Merry Christmas." He growled, sounding very pleased with himself.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 14:00:22 GMT -5
"You're such a... dog." She grinned, taking his hand. "You're way to sweet for me, dawling." She let her old, New Orleans way of speaking come out, something she tried desperately to hide. She hated her Yat accent, mostly because she hadn't noticed it before moving here, and it sounded odd mixed with Italian. "You're way too good." She turned and had to jump to kiss him on the cheek.
"Wow... sometimes I hate this... height difference." She sighed and clung to him.
Sometimes she wondered what she'd done to deserve such a wonderful guy. It was a complete mystery to her, and she would never understand it. He was so... perfect. Well, except for calling her his "territory," but because he was a werewolf she let it slide. Had it come out of anyone else, though, and they wouldn't become a, well, eunich.
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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 14:11:50 GMT -5
He grinned wolfishly. "You're so frustrated by me aren't you?" His brown eyes twinkled. He led her over to the blanket and sat down cross legged. He waited until she sat down to take out the two plates of steaming hot food from the heated container. "So... what else would you like to do tonight?" He grinned, then his wolf brain said something to him.
You're going to have to ask her.... about that... because you can't keep dating her... unless you know...
He ignored it and continued. "There are a whole ton of things we haven't done yet." He grinned then stopped. That sounded weird. His face sank slightly and he made a face. God that sounded so... perverted...
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 15:53:40 GMT -5
"What's that?" She asked, poking at the food with her fork. She hadn't quite made it to where she... ate. Food was so foreign to her now, she didn't like it. Not because she wanted to be all... anti-food, it's just one of the things that came with her disorder, or so said Dr. Rogers. She was beginning to think him a quack, though.
Anyway, she didn't eat much. But she took a bite of the food just to please Jacob. "It's not that I'm frustrated by you, it's just all the guys I've dated in the past have been... jerks. I'm not used to such chivalry." She smiled, her hazel eyes alive for once. She had changed a lot since she'd gotten here, mostly because of him.
"Hmm... not sure what we could do. I like just... you know, sitting and enjoying each other's company." She scooted closer to him, abandoning her food. "I like sitting and watching the sun set. You remember that's when we met, right? It was sunset and I was at First Beach." She took his hand and squeezed it, enjoying his too-warm skin. "It was beautiful. I'd never seen such a sunset..."
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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 16:54:05 GMT -5
"The crimson water..." He looked out over the water. "Listen... I need to talk to you about something." He pulled his hand away from hers and took her gently by the shoulders and turned him towards her. "I need to ask you, how much do you know about wolves?" He looked her in the eye seriously.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 17:12:49 GMT -5
She shrugged. "Uh... I know they're pretty!" She joked. "Um... they travel in packs and..." she was silent a moment, thinking. "Yeah, that's about it. I never took much interest in them. I'm more of a cat person, ya'know?" She made a concerned face, worried that he was going to tell her something she didn't want to hear. "What're you getting on about, Jake?"
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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 17:15:55 GMT -5
"Wolves... mate for life." He said simply. He knew he had to just come right out an say it, he couldn't dilly dally and beat around the bush... that would make it worse. "And I know you don't want to be stuck with me for the rest of your life so I think it's best that we end this..." He closed his eyes, if only she knew how painful that was for him to say. "Its in a werewolf's instinct to do the same..." He knew that this was neccesary but why did he have to? Why did he invest so much time and money into something that he knew wouldn't last?
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 17:19:26 GMT -5
She was quiet for a long time, unsure of what to say. It was so sudden, and she'd never thought about it before. Mate... for life? Oh god, I hate that term. Mate... mate. Sounds like... an animal. Haha... But of course, it wasn't really funny. She didn't know what to do.
"I... I... don't know what to say." She said finally, after a long hesitation. "That is... really... fast. I mean, we're just sixteen and stuff... and technically, you're not really a wolf... you're a werewolf... and please don't say mate, say court or something. Mate is so..." she didn't want to say ugly, "so... unattractive." She burried her face in her hands. She spoke, but it came out a little muffled, "I don't know. This is really sudden."
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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 17:27:15 GMT -5
"I know... but I have to do this early." He looked down at his hands. He knew normal people wouldn't understand this at all. "Otherwise... I'll get too attached... as if the attachment wasn't enough as it were but... I can't date and just keep changing girlfriends because once I date... the first person that I date is usually supposed to be my... erm... partner..." He changed his wording. "It's fine... I know... normal humans don't understand it at all... to be frank, none of us do either, its just in our natures." He looked down. "I guess this is... the end?"
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 17:36:53 GMT -5
"No!" She panicked, she couldn't stand the thought of losing him. It would kill her. "Dawlin', please... I don't want this to be the end, but... I don't know if I can handle it... forever. I've always wanted to find... you know, the one. And... I'm beginning to think you're it. But you have to understand how scary this is for me. I don't want to end this, but I don't have those instincts and stuff like you have. Humans can fall in and out of love like there ain't no tomorrow. And although I want to be with you..."
She shut up for a moment and collapsed on the ground, groaning. "Ugh!" She rolled over and sat up, facing away from him. "I hope I'll never regret this..." she said, turning back around. "But I'll stay with you. I'm not willing to give up what we have, and if you left... the nightmares would come back. Do you know how many times I woke up in the middle of the night, and looking over to the side to see a dead body? Do you know how terrifying that is? Do you also know how little that has happened since I met you? It's happened twice. Only twice!" She bit her lip and rubbed her eyes, smudging her makeup. "I can't let this end. You've been my fixer."
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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 17:45:35 GMT -5
"Do you understand what that means?" He asked. She didn't, he hadn't told her. "It means that you won't be able to date anyone else... you won't be able to be with anyone else if you decide to do this. There would be no turning back..." He shut his eyes. "Maybe you should take some more time to think about it..." He said softly.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 17:56:27 GMT -5
She sighed. "Yeah... maybe..." she shook her head. "No. I don't. Katrina was the most traumatic thing my short life will ever see. You're the one person who's been able to fix me. I'm not leaving all of this behind..." she sighed. "But you must know I have big plans. I don't intend on living in Forks forever. I want to go home one day. To... to New Orleans. When things are back up and working. I miss it, Jake. I miss it a lot. Nothing... nothing will keep me from it. Are you willing to put up with my... my strong will?" She smiled a crooked smile.
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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 17:59:16 GMT -5
"One thing you have to understand about us also... is that if we move to New Orleans... we would either have to start a pack of our own... or I would have to find another pack. Werewolves can't be alone... we're pack animals." He grinned at her. "Are you sure? That you want to do this? I mean... you really don't have to!" He put his hand on hers.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 18:05:17 GMT -5
"Aargh!" She shook her head. "Yeah, I'm sure... I suppose I could just go back, for like... college. Then move back here. Or... just visit there... or... something." She frowned momentarily, then smiled. "I'm sure. I've never been so... unsure about anything in my life, but... I'm sure I'm not going to waste what we have. I'm not leaving you... not now. Not ever." She scooted forward and hugged him. "Got it?"
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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 18:13:03 GMT -5
"I understand." He nodded. "Thank you." He wrapped his arms around her. "There is one more thing..." His tanned face didn't give it away but he blushed brilliantly. "I kinda... have to... mark you." He blinked, why did he have to make everything sound wrong? "I mean... so other wolves won't come near you. And so vampires won't come near you either."
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 18:20:05 GMT -5
She made a face. "Why does that sound like something I'm not going to enjoy?" She pulled away. "What do you mean by... by... uh... that. Yeah. That. That thing you said that I'm too chicken to repeat."
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Post by Jacob Black on Dec 31, 2006 18:25:59 GMT -5
"Eh?" He shook his head. "It might hurt a little." He told her, he didn't exactly know how to explain it. So he leaned over, pulled her shirt off her right shoulder and let his fangs grow, sharpening and enlongating. He opened his mouth all the way and sunk his fangs in slightly into the junction of her neck and shoulder. He dragged the needle like fangs along her skin, creating two long lateral marks there, and drawing a fountain of blood from the thin skin. He finished the lines and gently suck the blood away, layering the marks in a thin covering of his own saliva, causing the pain to stop. He tugged her shirt a little more so it would stay off the wound. "That... is being marked." He looked her in the eye.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Dec 31, 2006 18:31:41 GMT -5
Her eyes watered a little. She had very little tolerance for pain. "You could have warned me, you know." She went to touch the wounds, but decided against it. "That hurt. Pointy Eared Bastard." She muttered, but she was joking. She leaned in and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm cold. You're hot. You hurt me. You get to keep me warm. Do my little sentences make it easier for your wolfy brain to understand me?" She laughed, cuddling with him. But deep down, she was feeling a little uneasy. She loved him, that she knew, but... she hadn't expected to be in this position so soon, if ever. I've survived worse.
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