A/n: So this might actually become a series? There's a lot I want to cover with these two. Seems people are already excited about the story as much as I am, so I hope I meet everyone's expectations. Enjoy!

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One whole entire month. Four weeks. Thirty three days.

It didn't seem that long. It seemed no time at all, on paper. In that month, though, Jake and I got well acquainted. We went on dates as often as we could. Hung out. After that night and after meting again the next day and talking about everything that had happened with the gang and between us and the weirdly instant chemistry we seemed to have... it was obvious. Despite everything, Jake and I were genuinely into each other. He couldn't stop touching me - not like I was stopping him. We sat squished together in the booth, our faces close as we talked in low voices. I kept getting side tracked by his features. His eyes, his nose, his smile. His lips. I kept staring at his lips - not like he was complaining. Later, when he left the diner and went walking through the park, he held my hand. We paused, resting under a tree. At first we were side by side but then he rolled over me, unable to hold back from kissing me any longer. After we'd forced ourselves to stop as he started to feel extremely aroused and I was wanting to push it further, I lay on his arm, resting on my side, my hand resting on his chest and stomach, tracing patterns on top of his shirt as he lay on his back, watching the clouds pass as he held me back.

That day, we'd decided that friends wasn't going to cut it. It felt insane, dating someone that you'd met the day previous, but what else could we do? We couldn't stop kissing. Holding each other. It would be torture. And the sex. Let me just say - wow.

Jake was, as I'd been told, "pussy whipped". He would grab me from behind, pressing my back into his chest. He would whisper in my ear about how much he wanted me. In the middle of a date he'd grin and lean close just to not-so-casually remind me that me and my body and my heart were all his. For the first two weeks, all he wanted to do was have sex. All day every day. He eventually calmed down a bit. Now he only wanted it every other day. At least he had enough self control to only admit it every few days though.

Usually it was when he was really stressed out or sexually frustrated or jealous that he really encouraged the whole sex thing. Most of the time he surprised me on a daily basis with how much of a romantic he was. His passion and emotion and care and awareness. He was a fantastic boyfriend.

He was understanding enough to usually defuse situations before they blew up, and I was level headed enough to not cause many high stress situations for him to defuse to begin with. We didn't argue often. When we did, it was usually an irritated or slightly heated debate, or glares thrown at each other as we talked quiet and fast, or sassy and sarcastic marks exchanged passive aggressively.

Everything seemed to sort itself out before it could get too bad, though. He never let me leave angry. He never let me go to sleep angry. In exchange, I put in the same effort with him. We texted a lot and called a lot and every once in a while, if we were lucky enough, we'd have sleepovers at my house where my parents didn't any shits let alone enough to confront me about having a boy in my room alone all night long. My mom was the worker and was either gone or asleep, as work exhausted her. My dad was a gamer and spent most - if not all - of his time either playing a game or watching videos of other people playing or doing research to play his game better.

During these nights, while he slept next to me, I realized I was truly falling for him. Most of the time if we did spoon he claimed big spoon, but I started to realize that it's only because that's what he expected of me. One night, I curled into his back, my arms wrapping around his chest as he slept. I'd had to push him a bit but once I'd gotten him on his side and latched on, he'd sighed in complete content and then shifted to stay in that position. Most nights we didn't spoon, though. He liked to look at me while he fell asleep, and see me looking back. He liked to hold my gaze and see my eyes and expression as he whispered how absolutely beautiful he thought I was.

One month. We'd known each other only one. Dated only one.

Late night conversations and daytime spamming each other lead to a steep slope where we dug up things about each other that no one else knew. Jake's biggest secret was that he was in a gang - and I'd known that off the bat. He had nothing to hide from me, and I didn't mind telling him anything because if he ended up being a dick after all at the end of the day, I could just black mail him to shut up or I'd tell his mom about him being in a gang. If everything between us was fake, his care for his mom wasn't. But I knew we weren't either.

We found this balance. Keeping the fluff and romance hidden from those in his gang; hide the sex from his mom.

His mom.

Ooh man.

I hadn't officially met her yet, since the brief brush by that first night. I wanted to, but I was scared she would see too much too fast. I was afraid she'd hate me. Realize I was having sex with her son and ban me from being with him or something. I don't know how protective she was! I don't know what she's willing to do! I don't know what protective parents are like. Eventually, though, with all her pushing and prodding and asking about me, Jake caved.

He grabbed my hands one day, pulling me against his chest. "Do you want to come meet my mum?" He asked gently, smiling. I paled and he chuckled. "I've met your parents. She doesn't bite," he added as he saw my expression not change at all.

My eyebrows came together. "You," I bitterly pointed out. "She doesn't bite you."

Jake smirked. "She won't bite you either." He leaned close, his lips brushing my earlobe and his breath leaving goosebumps along my skin. "That's my job."

I shivered. Well then. I mean he wasn't wrong but well then. "You want me to meet her?" I asked quietly, my eyebrows coming together.

His fingers drew lost patterns on my arm as he sighed. "Well you're my girlfriend. And my mom is important to me. She's in my life. I want the two most important women in my life to meet and adore each other. I... I want you to stick around. Become part of my daily life." He shrugged and I smiled, burying my face in his chest so he wouldn't know. "I can feel you smiling, Love," he whispered teasingly.

Laughter bubbles up from me as I leaned back. He leaned down, kissing me deeply as my laughter got lost in his mouth. "Okay," I whispered. He looked at me hopefully and I nodded. "I'll meet her."

Jake kissed me again. "Brilliant! Good. Okay. When?"

Shrugging, I chuckled briefly. "How about tomorrow? Since you obviously want her to meet me pretty badly..." I looked at him and he nodded, grinning. "Okay. Tomorrow it is then."

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The woman grinned, holding her hand out after introducing herself. Jake stood behind her, giving me an encourageint nod and smile. I took it, returning my name as we shook hands. "It's nice to meet you," I finalized with her.

She nodded, shaking my hand hard and then dropping it politely. "Likewise," she returned. Jake nudged her and she coughed, looking away from me; she'd been staring, eyes wide in awe and excitement glowing on her face. I was obviously uncomfortable and Jake had easily been able to detect it. "Come on in, please." She moved and Jake moved around her so that I stepped into the house and into his arms. He wrapped me up in his embrace and it relaxed me.

He pulled me flush against him for seven whole seconds. "You're doing well, Love. I'm right here." We parted and he smiled to his mom. "So we have some activities for tonight you can choose from," he told me out loud, where he'd been mumbling so only I could hear before. "Movie, games, eventually dinner at some point. And... I mean, if you stayed here tonight then we'd have more time do things." He directed this at his mom, who hesitated a second as they stared each other down before she gave in and begrudgingly nodded and he turned to me, beaming.

Unable to help myself, I laughed out loud. "I'd love to stay. And that sounds like loads of fun. Where do you want to start? You know how you guys do things, I don't."

Jake took my hand, pulling me into what I assumed was the dining room, the kitchen in view as we sat down at the table. There was a pile of board games that he pulled over as the both of us took a seat next to each other, his mom taking a seat across from us. He dropped my hand, going through them. They were classic board games that made my heart swell in fond memories with distant family once upon a dream in my past. "Monopoly," he began to list. "Apples to Apples. Sorry. Clue. A- a puzzle? Really mum?" She shrugged and I giggled. "Trouble. Trivial Pursuit. Checkers. Chess. Really we have a whole array here. Mum dug out the back cupboard stuff."

Grinning, I moved close to him, looking at all the options. "Pictionary? What's that?"

His eyes went wide. "You don't what what Pictionary is?" I shook my head. "Okay. Come on, that's what we're playing." He pushed the other games aside again, pulling the Pictionary box in front of him and taking off the lid. There was a white board, markers, and little cards with words on it. "It's simple," he began, clapping his hands together. "Someone gets a card, and then they draw a picture, without saying anything or being able to write any actual words. Just pictures. Those not drawing have to guess." I nodded to indicate my understanding and he set everything up so that we could begin.

The first few games we all played and it was smooth and easy. Then Jake pulled out the "hard" cards. Apparently. They were really hard.

"That is NOT a clown nose!" His mom was insisting, hitting him playfully from across the table. We were all laughing hysterically so her anger was a silly thing compared with her smile.

Through his laughter, Jake rose a finger to argue. "Incorrect." He pointed to the drawing. "This is a clown. No, no, don't argue. Look. Hair. Eyes. Mouth. Chin. Nose. I circled the nose. Clown nose."

She groaned as I laughed too hard to speak, my face red and my body shaking. "I don't see it," his mother finalized, sitting back and crossing her arms.

My loud, uncontrollable laughter calmed to soft chuckles and, exhausted, I leaned into Jake. My head rested on his shoulder, my hand subconsciously moving to rest on the top of his leg to get to his hands. Our fingers intertwined and I sighed. His head turned and he pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I saw it," I reminded. "I guessed it."

His mother looked between us, a soft and warm smile on her face. I blushed and Jake coughed and his mom waved her hands in the air. "Sorry. Sorry. I think you win, dear." She covered her smile but I couldn't help to grin for her. "You guys want some dinner?"

"I would love some," I sighed. Jake's fingers ran over my knuckles as he hummed, nodding. She stood and left the two of us alone. We sat for a second before I spoke. "I love this, Jake."

He chuckled. "I knew you would. You two get along so well sometimes I feel the urge to remind you whose girlfriend you are." We both laughed.

Moving my head off of his shoulder, I shot him a teasing expression. "Jealous of your mom, Darling?" He shrugged, smiling so wide it hurt to look at. "Hm. Let me prove it then." I leaned close and he did likewise, dipping his head.

Before he properly kissed me, he mumbled, "Come here, Love." against my lips. Then he leaned in more, our heads tilting so that we met hard. We were still for a second before his eyebrows pushed together and he kissed me even harder, his lips grinding against mine. It took me by surprise and I smiled, warmth hitting my lips and surging into my bloodstream. We parted as things started to get heated, our arousals purring to life with his mom just in the other room. He looked at me, his hand coming over to hold my face. "I..." he froze, and my heart began racing. There was a look in his eyes as he searched mine. A new way this his hands pressed against mine, fingers brushing against my skin nervously. I couldn't help but thin... but believe... Holy shit is he going to...? "I l-"

"Got some dinner rea- dy..." We both looked over to see his mom, frozen in the entry way into the room, hands holding the walls and eyes wide. "Uh- sorry. I didn't mean to-"

Waving her concern away, I laughed in an attempt to break the tension. My heart beat slowed down and I blinked the panic out of my eyes. Was he about to say he loved me? Gosh. Did I love him? What would I have said? Shit... "No problem," I soothed. "Let's eat."

Jake nodded and the three of us moved to the table. It was leftovers she'd obviously just heated up and put on plates. I really didn't mind though. We sat in mostly silence that slowly melted away most of the tension. Every once in a while, his mom or I would crack a joke or make small talk or a comment or anything and the awkwardness would slip away a little more. After, I offered to clear the table and insisted until she let me. Jake put all the food away and I put the dishes in the sink, rinsing them off and putting them in the dishwasher. As I was finishing up, Jake came up behind me. His arms looped around my waist, his chest pressing into my back as he kissed my shoulder.

Smiling, I sighed softly. "Hello," I whispered.

"Hi," he greeted in return. After a second he added, "So this isn't as bad as you thought, hm?"

I laughed. "No. It's not. It's getting late though..."

He kissed my neck and I melted back into him. Mm. That feeling. "You could stay the night," he offered. "Mum wants to watch a movie. Maybe you could just stay here? It would be a perfect end to tonight. And if we cuddle enough she'll go to bed early and we can just cuddle and kiss and-"

Turning to face him, I smirked. "Have sex? With your mom in the house?" Jake wiggled his eyebrows and I laughed. "I'll think about it, as long as there's no sex. Not with your mom in the house."

Jake sighed, leaning close and kissing me again. The kiss was instantly hot and steamy, his tongue slipping past my lips within the first seconds, his hands in my waist and in my hair. He moved away after I was flushed and dazed, moving to my neck. He left a few wet kisses, finding my sweet spot pretty quickly so that I gasped. He sucked hard, his teeth working against my skin. Suddenly I felt his knee between my legs, pressing into my core. I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering closed in pure bliss, my sudden horniness overriding my previous sense. I wanted sex. With him. Now. He leaned back, kissing me on the forehead. "Whatever you say, Love," he sighed, taking my hand and leaning away completely. My eyes shot wide and, flustered and horny, I gaped at Jake. He grinned too wide to pull off the innocent look he was attempting. "Let's go watch that movie. No sex."

A tormented groan slipped from me as he guided us to the living room and he laughed. We both sat on the couch as his mom put in some cheesy romance movie she'd picked, taking an empty chair to leave us the entire couch. Jake lay back, cuddling into the seat. I lay on top of him, my back against his chest and our bodies crossing. I lay my free hand across his lap. He didn't react. Until the movie started. His mom got super into it and - just to get back at him - I casually moved my hand, using my finger to trace a path to his half-perky bulge. I pressed into it, palming him through his jeans. He went super tense, leaning over to catch my wrist. "What?" I whispered, batting my eyelashes.

Looking down at me with lustful look. "Not here, Love. Not that far." His voice was quiet and husky. I smirked but we both declared a silent truce, returning to the movie.

At some point, my eyelids grew incredibly heavy. It was awkward to lay how we were sitting and eventually Jake shifted, me having to get off the couch entirely for a second so he could lay down, me laying on top of him.

With his heartbeat in one ear and his even breathing in the other, his hand tracing soft, slow patterns on my back as he played with my hair... sleep was coming fast and hard. Just as I was slipping into total darkness, I heard conversation. "She's important to you, hm?"

"Uh... yeah. Yeah she is."

A pause. "I've never seen you be like this with someone before." Another pause. "You know, I want grandkids one day."

"What?"

"I do. One day. Not any day soon. Got it?"

"Uh. Yeah. Of course, mum."

"Good."

Then, smiling tiredly, I fell completely asleep in the arms and warmth and safety of the boy I was falling for. Hard.