to kiss an angel

Nessie was leaning back against the large, sun dappled trunk of a red-wood, the light causing her creamy skin to shimmer like a soft mirage. The breeze made her mass of bronze ringlets and the light fabric of her yellow dress sway with her lips slightly parted. A dark leather bound book, a collection of old English poetry, rested open on her lap. She'd retrieved it from Carlisle's long accumulated library of which she was alphabetically and rapidly making her way through. Then she had slipped away to find a quiet place to absorb herself into Blake and Wordsworth and then her dreams.

Jake lightly sniffed the air, catching her scent on the wind; Strawberries and vanilla. Though with every fabric of his being tied to her in some strange, mythically unexplained way he could easily rely on the second gravity she provided him alone to find her and it wasn't long until he came across her sleeping figure. He smiled unconsciously and slowed his pace, walking towards her, always in awe of her. When he reached her he knelt down and picked up the book, setting it down at her side and slipping the marker ribbon into the page it had been open at. She let out a soft sigh and her head rolled to rest on her shoulder closest to him.

He wondered what she was dreaming about and no sooner had the query passed his thoughts than had he slowly leant forwards to tenderly press his palm to her cooler cheek…

There where surges of colour and movement, currently tinged with something like the blue-grey of moonlight.  It was a slow dream, one that ebbed and flowed, like watching a night flower bloom. He saw himself. Himself smiled and then Nessie was there too. She wrapped her arms around his taller, wider frame and breathed in his scent; Oak and sea spray. That was the really strange thing about Nessie's ability, as she had continued to grow, now to nearly her said full physical growth of seven human years, her ability had grown from not just showing you what she had seen, but now other senses had begun to leak in, like smell and touch. She could make you feel what she had felt. You could say that she now shared similarities with Jasper's gift because of this. The colours changed from blues to oranges now and something in this change made Jacob's skin prickle. The dream Jake lent down to press his lips to hers, gathering fistfuls of the material of her dress in his hands. The colours changed again, this time to flesh tones, and Jake pulled his hand away from her face as if she'd just given him an electric shock.

The movement made her eyelids flicker and then open. Her eyes locked with his. "Jake." She murmured sleepily, her lips curving into a smile and he struggled to smother any discomfort his eyes might reflect, sending a small smile back in reply. Jake thought back to a year ago when Nessie had asked him to kiss her and he had said no, saying that it was too soon, that she was too young among other reasons. She had been really upset about at the time and every now and then she would make subtle remarks.
"Hey Ness." He mumbled before clearing his throat.
Looking around now she blinked and her eyebrows pulled together a little. "Hey…" She pushed her lower back closer against the tree so that she was sitting up straight. "What time is it? I mean, how long have you been here?"
"Not that long." He rubbed the back of his neck.
She regarded him for a second before sighing gently and then seeming to shiver. "Take me home Jakey." She smirked, stretching her arms out to him as a sign for him to help her to her feet.  He stood up and, regarding her outstretched hands, bent down to grip her waist with both hands and pulled her up like that instead. He let go quickly once she was up and she flashed him a funny look. For a moment it looked like she was about to say something but instead she picked up her book, smoothing dirt off the cover. She clutched it to her chest, crossing her arms over it in a protective manner before starting to walk in the direction of the house.

"Jake?" It had been a while since either had spoken. She was walking slowly and Jake kept to her pace step for step.
"What Ness?" He looked across at her, noticing how deep in thought she was.
"You're twenty-four now." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "But you've been twenty-four, maybe older, for about seven years now."
"What?" He queried.
"Since you became a wolf I mean. Because when the wolf gene was 'triggered'" She struggled to do quotation marks with her fingers whilst her arms were crossed over her book. "in you, you completely grew up, reached adult-hood I mean." She smiled before adding. "Well, physically."
"Are you suggesting that I'm immature?" He used a serious voice but she knew he would have to crack a smile soon enough.
"Oh, no, not at all. You are exceedingly mature, well, for someone who thinks their maturity is judged by the size of their six pack!"
"Yup," He lifts his T-shirt to point at his sculpted stomach and then grins. "I am utter maturity."
"Anyway, what I was saying was that you've been an adult for about seven years now." She stopped walking suddenly. "So, how old am I Jake?" She looked at him with wide eyes.
"Um… well you were born about seven years ago."
"Do I look seven years old?" Jake ran his eyes briefly up over her frame. She was exactly two inches taller than Bella now, with that extra bit of height seemingly all in her legs that where long, lean and the colour of strawberries and milk. Her hips and shoulders where the same width which, accompanied by the obvious curves to them from her waist made her a perfect hour glass. Her hair swept down past this waist, stopping at her hips. Her face was a subtler diamond shape than her fathers and held fuller, more human cheeks and lips. Lips than now repeated their question to me; "Do I?"
"Um, no." Jake blinked.
"I don't feel seven either, Jake." She took a small step closer to him. "Physically or mentally." She added before leaning up on her tiptoes, locking eyes with him and then slowly beginning to close the gap between them. He turned his head to the side, away from her.
"Renesmee." He sighed.
"Do not 'Renesmee' me Jacob Black!" Her tone was sharp and it startled him, turning his face back to look at her. As she spoke he felt the gravity he was always aware of seem to shift, strengthen. "I both look and feel at least twenty and yet even you treat me like a child! You who are supposed to have some weird, otherworldly connection to what I need. Well, I am telling you now Jake what I need, so would you please just…" Her voice calmed down again, her eyes silently pleading with him. "…listen." There was a soft thud as she let the book fall from her hands. She placed both of her palms against the base of his neck with this last word and instantly memories began to fly past his eyes; both of them laughing together, lots of times or sitting together in silence with neither of them feeling the necessity to have to fill it or, stranger yet for him to hear, her thoughts, about him, about everything. He felt the gravity again, as if many invisible hands had just reached for the ropes and tugged them impossibly tighter. It was a welcomed tightness though, something had subtly changed, been made stronger like when hot molded metal is submerged in water so that it sets like that forever.

"Jacob… please." That voice. She whispered the words softly against his ear but to him it where as if she had shouted from the heavens. He gave a small nod which went as enough of an agreement for her to not ask twice and he instantly found himself kissing the only mouth that he truly heard on the whole of the earth.