Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.

A/N: I guess you can say this story is sort of about sexual awakening, but it's really not. It's really more about how awkward it can be when you're not ready for that step. Lemons? For now, I don't have anything planned, but we shall see. But you'll see why it's rated M a bit later. Other than that, R&R!

Maybe it was the gentle breeze of the radiant winds or the cool, green grass that massaged her crème-colored skin that had sent Renesmee Cullen into a refreshing slumber somewhere deep in the woods near La Push, Washington. In her dreams, the young hybrid could never escape the wings of the monarchs fluttering around in her stomach every time Jacob Black invaded her personal space. She dreamed of his heated embrace that made Nessie want implode with utter bliss. And she was only all too proud to be the deemed owner of his heart. Nessie's dreams weren't much different than reality.

"Nessie," that familiar masculine voice sang sweetly, interrupting Nessie's sleep. "Nessie, wakey, wakey."

The half-vampire half-human's eyes fluttered open, as her legs began to stretch outward, meeting the autumn-brown eyes of her very best friend in the whole universe. She giggled to herself upon noticing the silly grin Jacob had plastered on his face. "You know, a girl could get used to waking up to a face like that."

"Well, good afternoon to you, too, sunshine." Unable to control his next action, Jacob planted a light kiss on his girlfriend's cherry-pink cheek. "What are you doing out here?"

"Oh, well. . . I, um, wanted to get out of the house for a little while, because of, you know. It smelled funky," Nessie explained, sitting up from the ground. She couldn't look Jacob in the eye while she thought of the uncomfortable atmosphere she had experienced earlier that day, from being hanging around a house with restless vampires.

"Funky?" The shape-shifter inquired and quirked a confused eyebrow.

"Uh. . ."

Renesmee's hand crept towards Jacob's, pushing her recollection into his mind—the odd, warm scent of arousal looming around every inch of the Cullen household. Worse? When Nessie returned to the cottage to take a nice shower, frightened that she also smelt filthy, the restroom tile began shaking along with the rest of her home. Scared to death, Nessie threw on a pair of old, faded jeans and a nightshirt, and made a mad dash to La Push.

"Oh." Jacob muttered, his noise wrinkling in repulse, and cringed at the background noises. "Okay, okay! I get it." Nessie pulled away her hand. "Sorry I asked."

She rubbed the back of her head, at last trying to pick the pieces of grass, leaves, and dirt out of her thick, copper tendrils. Jacob, too, started to assist Nessie, chuckling as he did so.

"Thanks," the eight year-old smiled softly. Nessie could never get used to her former just-friend allowing his long, nimbler digits to linger in her curls. Not that Nessie didn't enjoy the attention; it was simply on the weird side. Although, she was completely new to this boyfriend/girlfriend aspect of their three month-old relationship. "I hope I didn't interrupt any patrolling. I didn't mean to fall asleep out here."

Lucky for her, it didn't rain.

"Don't worry about it, Nessie."

Jacob stood up, like an especially large sasquatch before the young Cullen. Her heart skipped a beat, feeling her cheeks heat up as she admired his defined muscle tone, that broad chest, and flawless dark skin. As always, Nessie was easily entranced by Jacob's apparent beauty, staring at his magnificently shaped body. An amused 'ahem' broke Nessie away from her ogling.

"Enjoy the view? Gee, if I had known you would be perving over my sexy self, I woulda brought a few napkins for that drool on your chin."

Brown eyes growing wide with embarrassment, Renesmee automatically reached upward to her chin, to check if there really was any disgusting liquid there. Nope, nothing. She narrowed her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, Black. So you have an intriguing pair of abdominals. Too bad your arrogance overshadows them."

He winked at her. "Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful." Jacob extended an arm, and Nessie accepted only glad to finally get her rump off the ground. Unfortunately for her, Jacob had underestimated the power of his strength; and once Renesmee had been hurled to her feet, she began to slip on the damp grass below her. In a heap to keep her balance, Nessie roughly grasped Jake's wrist, which only sent her backwards, landing on her back, and Jacob landed on Nessie.

"My bad," Nessie coughed, suffering from the unbearable pressure of her boyfriend's mass lying on top of her chest.

"Thanks for breaking my fall," Jacob said in an apologetic tone, and shifted his weight to the side so that he lied on his stomach right next to his imprint.

"No problem."

Full of concern and compassion, his fingers started brushing the bronze locks out of her face. "Are you alright, Nessie? Did I hurt you?"

Nessie laughed nervously; Jacob's mouth merely inches from hers, and she all but squeaked as she felt of jolt of excitement. "Ye-yeah. I-I-I'm fine," she stuttered, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin, making her very aware of how cold she was prior. Then. . . Nessie's traitorous body responded. Her nipples grew erect against the fabric of her violet nightshirt.

Because like an idiot, she wasn't wearing a bra. Nessie just prayed to God that Jacob wouldn't notice.

"Nessie? Are you sure that you're okay? You look—What's wrong?" Jacob pressed.

"Yeah-huh, great," Nessie replied.

Renesmee's lips twitched into a tight, shy smile. The proximity of Jacob's body and the suggestive position they were in made her head spin round; it was almost enough to make her pass out from underneath him. Thankfully, there was always a remedy. Acting without thinking—much like any normal teenager would do—the half breed lifted her head up, and pressed her lips against Jacob's in a chaste kiss.

Mmm, fireworks and shooting stars, Nessie mused quietly over Jacob's requited kiss. Of course, it hadn't really lasted more than two seconds—it never did—as she was far too afraid of letting anymore happen between them. No tangoing tongues, swapping saliva, and roaming hands; it was just an unspoken rule.

Daddy Cullen had brought his daughter up according to plan—perfectly innocent.

"Hey, Jacob," came an approaching voice of one of Sam's pack members. "Sam wanted to know if you and Nes—Oh, geeze!" Jared stopped dead in his tracks with a mortified expression when he saw the lovebirds.

Jacob and Nessie got up quickly, standing at least a foot apart from each other now.

"Sorry, sorry!" Jared yelled, covering his eyes. "I'll just let you go at it and-"

The alpha growled. "Shut up! It wasn't like that!"

Silently sighing to herself, Nessie glanced over at Jacob and his angered features; knowing he was mad for two reasons. 1) Jared was implying that they were about to have sex and 2) He had also disrupted an intimate moment.

For three months, Jacob and Renesmee's relationship had been great and all, but all they ever did beyond flirting was hold hands and peck one another on the lips. Nothing more. She had been thankful that Jacob never pressured her into sex, but he was human (sort of) after all. . .

Did he want something more serious than what they had now?