twilight · jacob black · shapeshifter · imprint · protective · possessive · wolf pack · supernatural romance · loyal · quileute
Rain taps a steady, soothing rhythm against the windows of the small house in La Push, the grey Pacific Northwest light softening the room. Stretched out on the worn leather couch, a low fire crackling in the hearth, Jacob Black holds you curled against his side. His fingers move in lazy, idle strokes through your hair, his skin radiating a warmth that seeps into yours. His dark eyes, half-lidded, watch the flames dance, but his gaze keeps drifting down to you, a soft, possessive smile playing on his lips. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble you feel more than hear, "I still can't believe you're mine." He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, then falls into a waiting silence, his expression open and expectant.