Just checking

I sat in my perch listening to Bella wake up. I heard the springs in her mattress as she rolled out of her bed. The
soft padding of her bare feet as she walked to the bathroom. She turned on the shower. How I wished I could see
into that tiny bathroom as I heard her pulling off her clothes. I heard them hit the hamper and she stepped into the
shower. I thought of the steam swirling around her. The water would be running down her silky skin. I heard her
washing her hair, every inch of her body. How wonderful her skin must taste right now. She interrupted my thought by turning off the water and stepping out.

I could hear her drying herself off, I could smell the terrycloth as she wrapped herself in a towel. The hair dryer
turned on. How her hair must smell as it was becoming warm and dry. Not that it really made a difference, wet and
cold, warm and dry. Any off the combination, they all had their own unique smell and they all drove me insane. She
turned the dryer off and put it away into the closet, then made her way back to her room.

She got dressed, brushed her hair, did the normal routine. As she was making Charlies breakfast I heard him waking
up. He was wondering where he should go to catch the fish he was hoping to have for dinner. Not much had changed
there. I payed more attention to the kitchen of course. I had always thought it was sweet how she cooked for her
father, it was her way of taking care of him. A small thing that spoke volumes about her personality.
As they ate the bacon and eggs together they talked about normal human things. The funny noise her truck had been
making, things that needed to be added to the shopping list. I learned a few things from picking through Charlies
head. She was taking classes in literature at Forks tiny community college. Of course, she must be loving that.
And she was working with that imbecile Mike Newton at his family's store. I could not imagine why.

Charlie got his fishing gear together, exchanged goodbyes with his daughter and headed out the door. As the cruiser
pulled out of the driveway I wondered what she would do now that she was alone. She walked out of the house and
looked around, seeming to be pleased at the weather.

She wore a fitted t-shirt with jeans. I could easily see the outline of her bra through the fabric. I wondered what
had happened to her favorite jeans, I had never seen these ones before. Had she finally worn holes in them? Were
these her new favorites? Her long hair moved in the slight breeze as she walked toward her truck. Her keys jingled
as she took them out of her pocket. Where was she going? She climbed into the truck but did not close the door.
In the second it took her to bring the key to the ignition I became worried about her driving if it had been making a
strange noise. For once I wished Rosalie was here, not that she would help if she was. I considered running through
the woods behind her, just to make sure she got where she was going. Surely there would be no harm in anonymously
calling a tow truck. Or calling the station to report a stranded vehicle (in detail) so that Charlie could realize
it was her, and come get her.

But there would be no need for that because she turned the key and frowned as the truck turned over but did not
start. She tried a few more times, then slumped against the seat and groaned, annoyed. She pulled a black cell
phone I didn't know she'd had out of her pocket held down the number three. Who was she calling? Had she been having so many problems with that decrepit old truck that she had a mechanic that high on her speed dial? Most phones were programed so that voice mail was one, I assumed Charlie was two. Or knowing her maybe two was the E.R.

After only a ring and a half whoever she was calling picked up. "Hey!" The male voice on the other end said
brightly. Bella smiled and greeted him back, "Morning." Then she sighed, "It won't even start now." Then Jacob
Black promised to come right over. I knew how he had felt about her. I was pretty sure I used to know how she felt
about him. But it infuriated me that I could not see into her mind to know if that had changed.
I watched her as she impatiently twisted a strand of her hair between her delicate fingers and waited. I breathed
her in deeply, greedily. I wanted to taste as much of her scent that I could while I was here. A few cars passed
and she raised her head with each, watched it go by. One beeped at her and she waved back as she sat with her leg
hanging out of the truck.

She lifted her head from the seat again and a smile spread across her face as she slid out of the truck. I followed
her eyes to an old VW Rabbit as it slowed to a stop. Jacob parked in front of the house and his returning grin
contrasted against his dark skin. He got to her in two long bounds and picked her up holding her small body to his.
I heard that laugh again. Her eyes did still twinkle. But not for me, not anymore. As the pain washed over me I
realized yes, her feelings about him had changed. Or maybe she felt this way about him all along, and I had just
been standing in the way.

She laughed again as he set her down. "Its only been two days!" His hands were around her upper arms, rubbing them.
"I know but when is the last time that that's happened?" He pressed his lips to hers before she could answer. It
pained me to see that, but the kiss was quick and I was glad for it. "Lets have a look then." He said as he let her
go. She squeezed his shoulder as she walked away. "Good luck with that. You know I don't have a clue, I'm gonna go
make some iced tea." He smiled and watched her walk into the house.

As he tinkered under the hood sounds of Bella pouring and stirring came from the kitchen. While Bella was inside his
thoughts were mainly concentrated on getting the truck running. But other thoughts were starting to drift into his
head. I was only getting flashes of them as he quickly moved from thought to thought. Him lifting up her shirt and
peeling it off of her, unhooking her bra. I grimaced as he thought of her stroking him, looking up at him.
Whimpering with her eyes squeezed shut underneath him. Were these fantasies or memories? Was their relationship
that far along?

"Hun do you want any of this?" Hun she called him. "Nah I'm good." He said with his head still under the hood.
She walked outside with her glass and stood behind him, peeking over his shoulder. He was going on about what he
thought was wrong with the truck, and the part it needed. But I was not paying attention to him. I was watching her
bring that straw up to her slightly parted lips. Closing around it. Her throat moving as she swallowed. "Isn't
Checkers Auto Parts all the way up in Hoquiam?" she asked. "Yeah," He told her as he closed the hood. "But we
might as well go up today." She shrugged, "Not exactly how I wanted to spend our day off." From his thoughts, it
wasn't how he wanted to spend the day either. But he knew she would allow none of that until he washed the grease
from his hands. They walked back to the house together, she held the door for him and pushed him toward the kitchen.
"Get those hands clean before you touch anything," she warned him. I wondered how many times she had told him that.
He smiled at her but rolled his eyes "I know, I know." Soon as they are I plan on doing plenty of touching, he added
to himself in his mind.

Once they were in the house I watched her through his eyes. "Charlie out on the boat today?" He asked as he ran his
hands under the hot water. I knew why he was asking, he wasn't just making casual conversation. I should have left
right then. "Of course" She answered making a face as wiped the grease off the knobs on the sink. "He hasn't been
gone long you just missed him. He slept in today he had such a late night last night." She handed him another paper
towel to dry his hands with. "Oh really?" She'd told him exactly what he wanted to know and he hadn't even had to
ask.

He watched her as she walked the few steps across the small kitchen to put away the paper towels. She turned around
to face him and leaned against the counter. "Yeah, why don't we stop back at your place before we go though" I hated to hear her say "we" meaning anyone other than her and I. "You need to make sure to return that part for the bike, they only take returns for 90 days you know." Always so responsible.

But he was no longer thinking of automotive needs. "So, Charlie will be gone all day huh?" he asked. It was then she caught his mood. She smiled but did not answer, I heard her heart speed up. The way it used to when I would gently place my hand over it. Feeling her blood pumping under her skin, listening to it, smelling it.

Her hands gripped the counter top behind her. She stifled a laugh. Neither of them moved for 6 seconds. He slowly
crouched down like a runner at the starting point of a race. She pushed herself away from the counter and ran
towards the stairs letting her care free laughter out. He was right behind her, thundering up the stairs. He reached out to pull her back. How careless! What a child he is, I thought angrily. She could easily fall down those stairs and break her neck. He caught her when she was right at the top, grabbing the waistband of her jeans. She squealed in delighted surprise. How many times had they played this little game?

My eyes were his eyes, so I saw the top of her pale pink cotton panties as he was pulling her jeans away from them to hold her back. She wheeled around to face him, her eyes bright and eager. He wrapped his arms around her and forced her back pressing her against the wall there in the hallway. He stretched out his arms, planting his hands on the wall on either side of her. They were both breathing heavily already. She reached up and wrapped around her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers. When his eyes were closed I could no longer see was was happening, but I could hear. There were wet sounds as their tongues met. I heard clothing rustling. A zipper being pulled down.

I knew I shouldn't stay, everything I saw and heard would be with me forever. It would be torture to see him do all
the things I could never do. Touch her most private places I would never be able to touch. Make her feel good. I shamefully swallowed the venom that I had just realized was pooling in my mouth. I hardly needed to make sure she was sexually satisfied to check on her well being. But how could I resist the chance to see the body of my angel? Her soft skin and feminine curves. I had to make so many rules for her safety there was no way I could have ever made love to her. But if I just closed my eyes now...if my eyes were his, my hands could be his also couldnt they? This would be the closest I could get to being with her. She would be in no danger at all. It was wrong to intrude like this. It was wrong...but I'd done worse.

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A/N: I can't decide if Edward would have actually stayed or not. I don't think he would be able to so the next chapter may switch to BPOV or JPOV. This is my first story so I hope its enjoyable. If you find it so, please do leave me a review! I hope its decent. P.S. Jacob may or may not turn in to a wolf in this story. I might just keep it simple for my first one and not add too many layers. As you can tell I have not decided where this will go yet :)