Okay, so, first Blackwater one-shot. Just something to enjoy from someone who has recently become obsessed with Leah and Jacob (damn Renesmee - only character who's more annoying than Bella). xx Killerkaiser

There is one reason that Leah Clearwater shouldn't leave her window open at night: Jacob Black.

I, Leah Clearwater was dreaming. The exact details of this dream I'm not going to go into, but it involved me, Jacob Black and whipped cream.

It wasn't often that I had good dreams, or that anything good happened while I was awake, so I was going to enjoy this to the fullest extent. True, since joining Jacob's pack things had been easier: after the transformation of the bitch Bella, Jacob had split off from Sam's pack in order to stop them launching an attack on the Cullens. Unbelievable! After everything she did to him, Jake still left his family to protect her. Even more unbelievable, I had joined him. So did Quil, Embry and Seth. And now here we are, one little messed up family working side-by-side with the bloodsuckers.

It was quite easy to understand why I didn't dream well very often.

So, this said, I was going to enjoy this dream as much as I possibly could.

In fact, I was so wrapped up in my fantasy that I didn't notice the sound of someone jumping up, from the garden below, onto the roof of my house, and heading towards the open window leading into my room.

I always slept with the window open (it was a given when you had a body temperature of at least 104 degrees), and being a werewolf, anyone who tried to take advantage of it would quickly wish they hadn't. Combine this with my wolf senses and I could pick up someone coming from miles away.

Tonight however, I was so wrapped up in my dream and determined to see it through that I barely flinched at the sound of footsteps on my roof.

In fact, I didn't notice the footsteps at all until they were near enough to my window that I would've been able to see the figure of the person outside.

I was just at a particularly delicious part of my dream, which involved licking whipped cream off of Jacob's abs one at a time, when I finally tuned in to the footsteps. However, since I had bigger and better things to focus on, I gave an annoyed scowl and went back to focusing on how Jacob's frickin' eight pack felt under my tongue.

The footsteps persisted though, and I growled slightly when I felt the sensations fading from my mind as I neared consciousness. By the time they were close enough to be only a few steps from the window, the feeling of Jacob filling my mouth with whipped cream (from his mouth) were nothing more than a memory, leaving behind one very awake, very pissed off Leah Clearwater.

I would've said I felt sorry for whoever it was that was about to try and come into my room, but in all honesty, the loser had interrupted my dream and was about to get his ass kicked.

From above me, I heard someone hop lightly up onto my window sill. There was silence for a second, as if the person was looking at something, and then I heard the tell-tale scraping of sneakers as my intruder started to climb down.

Ignoring the fact that it was weird that the intruder was actually stepping down onto my bed (surely someone breaking in would try to land on the floor so they didn't alert me immediately?) I lashed out the moment I felt the sneaker hit my mattress.

Before the person could react at all, I had grabbed a hold of their ankle. I went to grab their shirt so I could throw them across the room, but found that whoever it was wasn't wearing one. Regardless, I simply grabbed the waistline of the person's cut-off jeans and with all of my strength threw the intruder across the room with enough force to send him through the bedroom wall.

At least, that was the plan. It didn't go down exactly like that, because while the person gave a surprised shout, he somehow managed to complete a flip in midair, bounce himself off of my opposite wall, and land in a crouch in the middle of my room.

It was only at this point that I realized who it was. I watched as with a brilliant grin, my Alpha-slash-best friend-slash-somewhat boyfriend Jacob Black stood up.

Yes, Jacob Black is my kind-of boyfriend, so it wasn't like my earlier thoughts about my Alpha had been completely inappropriate. And yes, my dream had been based on personal experience (although we haven't tried out the whipped cream idea… yet). However, Jacob had been over just last night, so if he was back for a repeat performance, he was getting a little needy.

In the end, it was this curiosity that led me to decide against simply turning over and going back to sleep, so that I could get back to my fantasy Jacob (the one who didn't break into my room at 2am). Instead, I raised myself up on one elbow and responded to his grin with an annoyed "What the hell do you think you're doing Black?"

"Aside from the obvious…?" he asked as he stood, still grinning.

I growled. "Let me rephrase," I said in a falsely sweet voice, the kind of voice that most people are shit-scared off cause it means I'm about to beat them with their own spine. "What the hell are you doing, in my room, at 2am, while I'm asleep?"

Jacob grinned some more, shrugged and flung himself onto the end of my bed, leaning his back against the window sill.

"Not much," he answered lightly. "Couldn't sleep. Figured I'd come see what you were up to."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "And of course it never occurred to you that maybe I actually would be asleep."

He shrugged again. "I dunno," he said carelessly. "We're so in-tune these days I wouldn't be surprised if we kept to the same sleeping pattern."

I growled at him. "Us sleeping together does not make us in-tune."

He grinned at me again, and I found myself wondering when in the hell I had become Jacob Black's girlfriend. The age difference doesn't really matter since theoretically we're gonna live forever anyway and of course the fact that Jacob looks in no way younger than me. But as far as the whole 'us' thing went I wasn't really sure. I mean, yeah joining his pack had been awesome since I could get away from Sam, and Jacob wasn't a bad Alpha. And yes, he had helped me out and wasn't always such an ass like some of the others about me being the only girl wolf and being the bitter harpy. But I couldn't remember when I actually started to not completely hate his guts.

I remembered that we'd started to become closer since I was his Beta and everything, and that eventually, since we spent most of our time running patrols together, we started to talk and became friends. And yeah, I was able to help him through the whole thing with the vampire bitch Bella, since I understand better than anyone what it's like to be ditched for someone else. So I guess that with all that, it may have been kinda inevitable. I mean, I'll admit that we're good for each other. We both know how much life sucks, and Jake's one of the only people who can deal with all my sarcastic comments and fire them back at me.

But I still can't exactly remember. I mean, we started to grow closer as we talked on patrol on stuff. And being with his pack, I became slightly happier, less bitchy towards everyone, even though I'm still a sarcastic bitch.

The turning point may have been that talk I gave him after the leech's transformation. It was a couple of weeks later, and he'd finally cracked. I'd found him out in the middle of the forest in a meadow, sat there. I'll admit I was kinda harsh when I talked to him and I told him that now he knew how I felt. But I also remember that I'd said that while it sucked at the time, that it could get better. Like it had got better for me. Maybe it was me telling him about how different my life was because of him that got him.

He made a run for it, and I didn't see him for two days. The next time I did see him, he was standing outside my house, shirtless, in the pouring rain. I'd gone outside to yell at him, and instead, he'd grabbed me, looking all intense and kissed me.

I guess it had just grown since then. I'll admit, it had felt good to be kissed again and with Jake it was oh so good. So, I'd grudgingly admitted that he wasn't that bad.

Of course, I wasn't easy on him. I'd made him jump through a hell of a lot of hoops before he even had a chance with me, and I still didn't call him my actual boyfriend, just 'cause that's not my style.

You see, while I put up a front of being all tough, what happened between me and Sam wrecked me. I have serious issues now, and I'm always freaking out 'cause I don't think I can deal with that happening to me a second time. So, if anyone wants me, they gotta work for it. If they don't wanna jump through the hoops, then I'm clearly not important enough and I'm better off without.

Maybe that was what was different about Jacob. He didn't just jump through the hoops… he jumped, and then went back and did them again, adding extra flourish.

So maybe Jacob is worth it. Maybe what's happened between us isn't a bad thing. Maybe he's the one I'm gonna spend forever with.

But, unfortunately for him, I'm not much bothered about forever right now, and more concerned about sleep. So he's in deep shit.

Through all of my musing, I think Jacob's just been watching me, or maybe he's been talking and I haven't been paying attention. Either way, I looked at him with an annoyed scowl and a raised eyebrow.

"If we're so in-tune Black, then I'm sure you know what I'm gonna do to you if you aren't out of my window within the next three seconds."

Jacob chuckled. "Don't try that with me Lee. You and I both know that you don't mind me being here."

I growled at him, and he laughed. That made me growl even more, because I hated how much I loved his laugh.

"You may not have noticed Leah," he said lightly, still grinning "But you're not that much of a bitch."

I scowled. "Really? Why don't you ask the rest of the guys and see what they say."

He chuckled. "Oh they'll start crying the moment I say your name. But that's not what I meant."

I raised an eyebrow. He grinned. "Everyone thinks that you're a bitch because of what happened with Sam. They all think that if that had never happened you'd still be all nice and whatever." He looked down at me and despite my raised eyebrow, I was interested.

With a smile, he continued. "See, I think that if Sam never happened, you wouldn't be that different to what you are now. Maybe a little less vicious, but still essentially the same."

He was now playing with the piece of leather strapped around my ankle where I could tie my clothes, and I couldn't help but feel majorly aware of the heat of his skin against mine. I focused back on his words.

"Because I think all of the sarcasm, and the tough exterior is just a part of who you are. Everyone thinks you do it to protect yourself, to ward people off, but look at the way you are with the guys now: sure you still scare them, and bitch about them, but you don't actually mean any of it anymore; you're not out to hurt anyone."

He was looking at me now, his dark eyes smoldering. His hand on my ankle has stilled, and for a moment, I was frozen in his gaze.

Then, he grinned and the atmosphere broke. He leaned back and said easily "You're not really a bitch – you're just really good at acting like one."

Shaking off the intense feelings of just a second ago, I pulled a face and kicked him. Laughing he grabbed a hold of my ankle and managed to yank me across the bed so my legs were flung over his lap. I elbowed him in the gut (a feat that would have broke the bones of a normal person) and couldn't help but laugh.

"So," I said. "You came all this way, interrupted my dream and woke me up, just to tell me I'm a bitch?"

He grinned, but instead of answering the question, he looked at me curiously and asked "What were you dreaming about?"

Now, I don't blush. When I should be embarrassed about something, I either go on the defensive or just spit it out, which normally results in other people getting embarrassed. Most people don't like it, but Jake finds it refreshing. Maybe that's why I love him: cause he loves everything about me that everyone else hates.

Or maybe he's just as backwards as I am.

I shrugged and said lightly "Oh, nothing important."

He took one look at my face as I traced my fingers across his abs (which I was pleased to note made him shiver) and grinned cockily. "I take it I was involved."

I shrugged and made a face. "Unfortunately."

He laughed. "And," he said, his voice slightly lower, curious but slightly husky too. "What were we doing in this dream of yours?"

I laughed and looked at him. "Who said we were doing anything? That's your dream, not mine."

"True," he chuckled. "But then…" Without warning he picked me up and swung me into his lap, so that my legs were either side of his waist. I grinned and settled into this familiar position, resting my arms on his shoulders, playing lightly with the hairs at the nape of his neck. His hands rested on my waist. "Since you and me are so in-tune…" Leaning forward, he put his lips on my neck. "Then we have the exact same thoughts and fantasies."

I didn't answer, too busy with tilting my head back so that he could get better access to my neck. He mixed light brushes of his lips with small nips, and I felt my legs tighten around his waist.

I felt him smile against my skin. "So," he said slowly, his tongue running over my collarbone, as far as the strap of my tank-top. "Are you gonna tell me what it was about or not?"

I pulled away from him, and he made a small noise of protest. Grinning, I leant back. "I think not."

He made a slight face, and I was pleased to be in control again. This is how it went with us. I let him do his thing, so that his male ego wasn't completely crushed (a constant hazard in being with someone like me), but he was always more than happy to let me take control.

"Well then," he said slowly, as possession passed over to him again. He cocked his head to one side with a devilish grin. "Why don't you show me?"

I laughed, careful not to be too loud, and leant forward so my lips were hovering just a millimeter from his. He strained forward to catch them, but I ducked slightly to the side, choosing instead to run my nose along the line of his face. I put my lips to his ear, my tongue flicking out slightly, and I heard him heave a deep breath. I grinned.

"I'm not sure you'd be able to handle it."

I made to move away, but Jacob grabbed a tight hold of me and held me close. His eyes sparkled at my challenge.

"How do you know what I can handle?"

I grinned, chuckled and looked pointedly down to where I was seated on his waist. He looked down at his jeans as well as I said coyly "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea."

Jake didn't have a reply for that, so instead he stuck his tongue out at me. Delighted, I swooped forward and caught it lightly between my teeth.

He gave a slight sound of surprise and I started laughing. I let his tongue go, but left my face where it was. He was laughing now as well, and we put our foreheads against each others, both of us smiling and laughing and just enjoying. Still smiling, Jacob reached out a captured my lips with his own, and I was only too happy to respond. We weren't being desperate, but kept it teasing and playful, just an exploration. We didn't stop smiling as we kissed, and as my tongue brushed his bottom lip, his hands tightened on my waist. Our tongues engaged in a battle for dominance, everything a game, and every time I pushed against him to elicit a reaction, he would respond by slipping his hand up under my top or brushing the waistband of my shorts. I played lightly with the buttons of his jeans, and worked my hands up his abs. While we could both feel the effect this was having, we didn't rush it and just enjoyed messing with each other. Just enjoyed each other.

Finally, after he playfully nipped my ear lobe and I ran my tongue over his lips and nose up to his forehead, I pulled back, breathless but grinning. He leant back, laughing and I got the sense he was just happy to be near me. That thought alone was enough to make me sure that this was the guy I was gonna spend forever (literally) with. He raised an eyebrow at the thoughtful look on my face.

"What?" he asked curiously, smiling.

I grinned at him, and I was rewarded by the look of love and adoration in his eyes. "Are you hungry?"

He raised an eyebrow but chuckled. "I'm always hungry. Why?"

I grinned at him, and he immediately read the look in my eyes.

"I think we have some whipped cream in the refrigerator."

So there it is. I don't know about you guys, but I liked it. Let me know. I may write a follow up one-shot called "Open Windows and Padlocks". Something similar, except I think it would be more like : There is one reason that Jacob Black should have a padlock on his window: Leah Clearwater. I think it would be more Leah getting back at Jacob for waking her from what I'm sure was a very delicious dream. Let me know what you think.

Peace out. Killerkaiser.