A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

She laughed. “You want me to cut your hair?”
He shrugged. “Just the front part. I get it all crooked when I do it.” Not that it had ever mattered
much to him.
“There’s a reason I go to a hairdresser to get my hair done, Jake. I can’t do it either.”
He pouted. “Please?”
Renesmee doubted any other person could make puppy dog eyes as well as Jacob could. She
sighed. “Sit down.”
He smiled widely and got the scissors and a comb for her before he pulled a chair close to the sink
and sat down. For a brief moment, she thought about straddling his lap, but decided against it. She
took a deep breath and got to work. It only took a few minutes. She didn’t dare cut more than what
hung in front of his eyes. When she was finished, she pulled the comb slowly through the rest of his
hair. He took hold of her hips and pulled her a little closer.
“Thank you.”
She set the comb aside. “You’re welcome.” As she looked down at him, she realized something.
She smiled widely and put her hands on his shoulders. “I’m taller than you.”
He chuckled and squeezed her sides lightly. “Don’t get used to it.”
She bent and kissed his lips. “I’ll just take advantage of it while I can.” She kissed him again and
deepened it quickly. He reached up and threaded his fingers through her hair. She did the same to
him and grabbed a fistful. He sat up straighter and wrapped one arm around her to pull her closer.
The way she was bent didn’t give her room to sway. She lost her balance and gasped in surprise as
she felt herself falling. She clutched his shoulders, surprised when she fell in his lap.
He chuckled. “I’ve got you, Ness.”
She smiled, a light blush spreading across her cheeks. “Thanks.”
He kissed her softly. “Anytime.” He touched her cheek and held her waist a little tighter. If the look
in her eyes wasn’t enough to convince him she was turned on, her scent was absolute proof. “Would
you like a tour of the house?” He really only wanted to show her one room.
She licked her lips and nodded. She hoped he meant what she wanted him to mean. She got up
and he followed. He brushed his shirt off, clippings of hair falling slowly to the ground.
“I should probably take this off, huh?” He peeked at her.
She wanted to rip it off herself. Instead she just nodded again. “Yeah, probably. It’s going to be
impossible to get all the hair off, and it’ll just be uncomfortable.”
He smirked and pulled it over his head. She watched him shake it out and drape it across the back
of the chair he’d sat on. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles, then he quietly led her around
the table to a short hallway.
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