A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

Renesmee nodded. “That’s still so sweet. Do you think he’d make some for me?”
Jacob smiled. “You want a set?” He liked the idea of having a part of him on her like that.
She beamed. “Of course I do. I’d love it.”
“Then I’ll ask him.” He knew Quil would do it. He’d made them first for himself and Claire, and Jacob
really liked the idea. The use of dog tags was a personal joke between Quil and his imprint that
Jacob was disappointed he couldn’t share with Renesmee yet. Still, he liked that she wanted him
close to her like he had her.
When they made it to Port Angeles, Jacob opened her door for her and held her hand as they walked
up to the theater. They took a few minutes to look over their options.
“See anything?” Jacob asked.
Renesmee wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know.” She looked up at him. “How do you feel about mushy
romance?”
He raised an eyebrow and gestured to his dog tags. “How do you think?” It wasn’t anything he’d
pick on his own, but he’d do it for her.
She smiled. “How about that one about the wedding?”
He lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles. “You got it, babe.”
Twenty minutes into the movie, Renesmee regretted choosing it. She should have known that a
romantic story would have sex scenes. She held Jacob’s hand tightly and crossed her legs to at least
try to control herself. It became ten times as difficult when he leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“I love you,” he said softly. He felt her shiver, and her intoxicating scent grew stronger. He kissed
the side of her head and sat back.
She looked over at him and cursed the seating for not having the kind of arm rests that moved. She
couldn’t do anything about the barrier, but it couldn’t stop her from getting as close as possible. She
scooted as far as she could in her seat and rested her head on his shoulder. He smiled and put his
arm around her. They stayed that way, their fingers entwined together over her stomach, until the
movie was over. When she looked up at him again, he kissed her lips.
“Did you like it?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yeah, it was cute. Did you?”
He really didn’t. He didn’t think the leading man fought hard enough for his girl. It was stupid; if a
man loved a woman the way he claimed to, he should be able to handle a little competition. Instead
of commenting on all the faults, he just nodded. “Yeah, it was pretty good. Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving.”
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