A/N: This, like Mystique's Possessed, is a piece to do with the Kissing Paul Slater competition thingy.

This is a wee bit different to most Suze-Paul thingies. For one thing, Jesse doesn't exist. This is just Suze at school with Paul Slater. There have been no arguments between the two etc. They just....are. So, you know. If you're a fan of Jesse-Suze, this probs ain't for you, my duckies!

He was sat there, the ultimate alpha-male. Arrogant, confident, hot and oozing sex appeal out of every orifice.

And he wanted me. Susannah Simon. The girl who's had as many boyfriends as an agoraphobic.

He said something and everyone at his lunch table laughed. Kelly Prescott leaning forward as she did so and subtly displaying some small cleavage. Paul ignored her. I couldn't help but grin.

Paul glanced over and his twinkling eyes met mine. His smile grew wider and he winked. I hastily looked away but not before he had caught a glimpse of my pink tinge and even wider grin.

Then suddenly I couldn't stand it anymore. Excusing myself from Adam and CeeCee, I got up from our table. I walked casually over to Paul's, aware of his interested eyes on my walking form, but pointedly looking at the neutral people I knew – smiling at Debbie, nodding at Kelly, scowling at Brad.

I stopped next to Paul. He grinned up at me. "Anything I can do for you, Suze?" His eyes sparkled, though not because of the dazzling sunlight. More because of his dazzling personality. The undertone in his voice sent thrills up and down my spine.

"As a matter of fact, Paul," I said as relaxed as I could muster, "there is." That's when I straddled the bench next to him, and pulled his face closer to me, and encased his lips with mine.

Paul didn't need any persuasion. There was no moment of befuddlement. Taking over the kiss, his lips were suddenly surrounding mine. Paul was obviously a man who liked to go on top. And I was willing to let him.

The kiss was all soft suction and warm tastes. Ignoring the gasps of amazement circling us and Adam's "Holy f- !" (Sister Ernestine dragged him off to Father Dom's office), Paul changed his angle. How could I resist opening my mouth to him?

Several sobs echoed from devastated girls, ageing from Doc's year group to mine.

I felt dizzy and happy. Paul's pressure of want and hungry lips were an exciting comfort. His hands at the base of my skull, my hair entwined through his fingers, his pinky fingers unconsciously rubbing the nape of my neck, I felt as though I was floating on my own cloud of heaven. His thumbs were gently stroking my cheeks and his large hands were spreading warmth and support.

If they hadn't, I would've melted onto the floor. I felt as if someone had taken away all of my bones, I felt satiated with satisfaction. It hummed through me like a flood of sweet honey.

My mouth was a cave of nerve-endings, and Paul was hitting every one of them and making them dance with his touch. Every time he touched them, tiny electric pulses flitted through my body like hot-wire snakes.

My mind was spinning and small fireworks were littering my body. Paul pulled away breathing heavily. Judging by the look on his face, I would say the same was happening to him.

"Damn," he whispered huskily.

Then pulled me into him again.

I say! Cheekiness! THANK YOU ALL MY WONDERFUL LOVERS WHO WROTE SUCH WONDERFUL REVIEWS ON MON AUTRE ONE-SHOTS!!! I will post comments up in another chapter so you can read how much I love and appreciate you.

Sound good? I thought so.