So, for my purposes and for proprieties sake (because who in the world would write that a 16 year old male imprinted on a CHILD, just creepy) Claire is 21, was 15 when Quil Imprinted on her. This story is 6 years ahead of the slap, in an Alternate Universe where none of the Cullens ever came back. To expand on the groups ages, Bella and Angela are now 23; Leah, Sam, and Emily are 24; Jacob, Quil, and Embry are 22; Claire, Seth, Brady, and Collin are 21. For now, this is a one shot. I've had this idea for a few months and I'm just scratching an itch that I can't get out of my head.

Disclaimer: Recognizable characters are the property of Stephanie Meyer and I'm appreciative of being able to play in her sandbox. This idea and story is ALLLL Mine

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She jumped out of her truck and shimmied her dress down a few inches, steadying herself on her heels and pulling out her phone. She checked her texts, seeing that Angela had said 20 minutes ago "you're missing all the fun" and giggling a little at Emily's drunk selfie with the other girls doing shots in the background. Bella hurried the one block walk to the bar where she was meeting her small group of friends; she was already an hour late having got caught up at work and then being stuck in traffic on the highway. She knew her friends, they were going to be half drunk by now and Bella would have to work to catch up.

She opened the door to New Moon Craft Tavern, already hearing the girls hooting and hollering. Inwardly, she groaned. This was supposed to be their first stop to eat and then move to a different bar. These girls needed to learn to pace themselves. She waved at the waitresses she knew as she crossed to her group. Angela tried to discretely wave, but that just made the others turn and see her making her way to them. The cat calls started and gathered some attention, which made Bella stumble under the stares of patrons of the bar.

"Hush!" She hissed, sitting down and wiggling her dress down some more. Kim smirked, she was the reason Bella was in this contraption. The grin widened when she looked down and seen Bella had actually worn the shoes that matched the dress.

Their waitress for the night, Kayla, walked up and pulled out her notepad. She made her rounds of the girls before her gaze settled on Bella. "Hey, sweetheart," She said cheerily, "Want your usual?"

Bella smiled up at her, "Yes, could you add an extra shot of tequila and a margarita, please?" Kayla hummed her assent and darted off to the back of the restaurant. A few seconds later, she came back out and headed to the bar. Bella's gaze was drawn away from her by Kim's snapping fingers.

All the girls were saying her name, pushing some of their drinks and shots at her, egging her on to catch up to them. Bella took Claire's offered Redbull vodka and drank half of it. She gagged a little, but made herself keep going until the drink was all gone. She knew the girls would not stop their bugging her until she finished at least two drinks. She looked back up, trying to figure out where her drinks were. She knows the girls mean well, but she only really likes tequila and the others like vodka and rum and she just can't stand the taste.

Kayla was shimmying her way to them with Bella's drinks on a tray. Two margaritas and a shot of tequila were placed in front of her and Kayla let her know that her wings would be out in a few minutes.

Bella picked up her shot and turned back to her friends, looking at their rag tag group and giggling a little. Leah and Emily were on opposite sides of the table, not angry with each other any more but still not really comfortable talking by themselves, Kim and Angela were beside Emily and Claire was squeezed between Bella and Leah. They all clinked their glasses and tapped them on the table before throwing back their shots and various groans were released from around the table. After her plate and another round of shots came and were drank, Bella ate her wings and sipped on her margarita to the chorus of clinks and table taps. The table taps were the groups tradition; Emily called it avoiding bad luck, Leah would snort and tell her how crazy being superstitious was. But that didn't stop her from doing it, too.

Mostly to distract them from shoving drinks in her face, Bella asked the table for stories of their days, and listened to tales of Kim and Emily cooking for a large group of people, Leah and Claire working on their home business, and of course the usual groans of dealing with school and crazy boyfriends.

Angela reach across the table and tapped Bella's hand. "So, tell me. Have you met anyone?" Angela was the only one who has been away for college for the last two years, so she really needed to get up to date on the town gossip and what's been going on. Faces around the table lit up and Angela smiled triumphantly. "Who is he Bella?"

"No one! I've met no one, I'm not doing anyone, it's just me." Bella moved her hand a took a sip of her margarita.

Leah snorted at Bella's lie. "She's worried about his virtue and her feelings, so she won't admit that they exist, even though she's dying to fuck his brains out." Bella coughed, a little blush on her cheeks at Leah's words.

"You know what I think? It's time to move to the club! It's ladies night, let's focus on us!" Claire starts gathering her things and throwing bills on the table to cover their tab. Bella has officially eaten her fill and everyone else is practically dancing in their seats waiting to leave. They make the short drive to the new night club in two vehicles, Bella's truck and Emily's SUV. The girls had heard about this place opening last year and knew that they had to make a girls' trip. The Wolf's Lounge was the first of its kind in the area and the Rez girls had their snickers about how they never got away from wolves or references to them. Bella shushed them and reminded them that Angela didn't know the same secrets that the others did and it was easier to keep it under wraps if they just didn't discuss it or make hints to it at all. Leah, Bella's best friend, rolled her eyes and says "Is she gonna hear us from Emily's car behind us?" to which Claire snorted very unattractively.

Bella sighed and prepared herself for what was coming. The Wolf's Lounge is a new night club that just opened last week, complete with a DJ, a bar, and a dance floor. They were all excited to just blow off some steam for a while and enjoy some time together as friends. They stood in the line out front for 20 minutes before they made it to the front and made their way in. Leah and Claire headed straight for the bar to order everyone's drinks, knowing that Bella needed as much liquid courage as she could handle to make it out onto the dance floor tonight.

The others grabbed a table and Angela and Emily quietly told her that whenever she was ready, they would talk about Bella's guy troubles, but they weren't going to push her. Thank goodness, Bella sighed. She looked up to see another shot of tequila and a margarita placed in front of her, and thanked the girls who had just sat beside her. Kim was making her way back to the group from her trip to the bathroom when her favorite song came on and she started squealing. She rushed the girls to down their shots and they all took off for the dance floor.

They thrashed in a group, each watching over each other for creepers, because they knew they were hot but they also knew anyone touching the mated two would cause a scene no one wanted when they got home that night. Plus Bella really didn't want to rub against anyone but her girls right now. They danced for who knows how long, just enjoying each other's company and changing their moves and body positions to match the beats and styles of the songs. Bella had lost count of how many times the songs had changed and had somehow also lost track of Leah in the time that she was sandwiched between Claire and Kim.

Leah had made her way away from the group with a wink to Claire, who pulled Bella tighter and grinded to the beat of the rap song playing. She knew who she was looking for, because she knew he wouldn't let her out on a night like tonight without being around somewhere. She scented him out and found him sitting in a booth, staring Bella down with a flare to his nostrils and Leah wasn't sure what it was caused by; anger or lust. She smirked at him as she stopped in front of his booth, blocking his view of Bella.

"This is supposed to be girls night…" She deadpanned, not knowing what else to say.

"It still is, I'm just watching and drinking. Go back to your friends." He glared lightly, catching glimpses of the girl he wanted shaking her ass around Leah's form. Most guys would be caught up in her curves, which were hugged tightly by a tube top and skinny jeans, but he just wanted her to move so he could continue watching the oblivious little girl who haunted his dreams every night.

"Why don't you just talk to her? She's just scared…" Seeing his shaking hands and the angry flare to his eyes, Leah appeased her pack mate by moving slightly to the left to give him a better view of her.

"You don't think I know that, Lee? I'm trying here. I've been trying for a long time." He shook his head to clear his frustration and threw back another shot of tequila.

They really were a lot alike, Leah mused. And she knew just how long he had been waiting for her. So, she sat down beside him and formulated a plan that would really get the naïve girl's attention and get him the results he wanted.

Emily and Kim pushed the girls back to the bar to get some more drinks, complaining that they were working their buzz off dancing. Leah joined them again, brushing them off by saying she was taking a call. Bella wanted to call bullshit, but she just left it alone. The girl can have her secrets, for now.

"The night is still young ladies," is the only explanation she offered, while handing out shots as the bartender handed them to her. Bella handed him the money they owed, telling him to keep the change. He winked at her and she blushed, looking down for a second before bravely meeting his stare and winking back. He headed away with a shake to his head, nudging the other bartender and making conversation with some customers between his hushed whispers to his coworker.

After looking around, she noticed a hot stare from across the room. She knew those eyes, even from over the sea of bodies. Bella boldly caught his eye and slammed her shot back, licking her lips afterwards. She faintly saw his hands tighten their grip on the table.

Emily coughed and pulled her attention back to the group, as they discussed going back out on the dancefloor. GIRLS NIGHT, Bella reminded herself.

"I just think the night is still young and we should enjoy ourselves." Claire was reasoning with the others who were teetering from foot to foot, the 'my feet are killing me' dance that every woman knew. Thank goodness for his insistence that she buy more expensive heels with crazy good soles that actually felt so good on her piggies.

Leah agreed saying, "The longer we stand here at the bar, the higher the odds we'll have to deal with handsy men and ours at home will be none too happy." This offhand comment reminded Bella that she didn't in-fact have a man to worry about being upset or jealous.

As they all came to an agreement and headed out onto the floor and assumed their usual 'everyone else stay away' formation, a grinding song came on and the girls were hyped and ready to enjoy it. Pretty much everyone know who the wolf girls are, though they don't know why they seem so off limits, since no one actually knows about the wolves; just not to fuck with the girls or risk catching a fight with their men.

After that song was over, a song with a very distinct sound came over the speakers in the club and Bella knew only two people who would know how much she enjoyed it. This song wasn't one someone typically thought was sexy, but Bella loved the guitar and the rasp of Dan Auerbach as it felt like he was singing directly to her. So that's why Lee pushed that last tequila shot on me, Bella grumbled internally, even as her hips increased their motion and she contemplated getting real dirty with Claire behind her.

Suddenly, it wasn't Claire behind her, but a large, hot body that she knew well. Not well enough, a small part of her brain whispered, but she squashed it.

Before she could even say a word, he tugged her hair a little and pulled her ear to his mouth, "Don't worry, don't think. Just dance, dance with me, Isabella." At this point, tequila was talking and walking for her, so she did.

As they moved together, he sang the first few lines of the songs for her. "I was a movin' man in my younger days But I've grown out of my ramblin' ways I left that road so far behind," For the next bit of the song, all they did was slow grind breathing each other in, until they got to the chorus. "So baby when I rolled," he pushed his hips against her lightly first, "I rolled deep," he placed a hand on the front of her pelvis and dipped them a little as his hips rolled against her harder this time. "So much so, I couldn't get no sleep," He brought them up again, his knees slightly bent to match her height as he pulled her hair to the side a little and ghosted his nose along her neck. She could feel his breath on her neck as he sang to her, "Rock and roll hustle all the time, now I know oh baby I want mine." and he pulled himself away from her just before he nipped at her neck, knowing he'd be pushing her too far if he did.

He made sure she was steady and stepped away faster than she could track him. It was like the sea of people parted just enough for him to get through and slammed back together. She stood dazed, trying to catch her breath as the song continued and then ended. Her friends were watching her even as they pretended to be interested in dancing, trying to give her a few minutes to get herself together. When she started to walk away, they dropped their act and followed after her.

"I'm ready to go, but I have to go to the restroom first." is all she said as she headed in the direction of the bathrooms, thinking they wouldn't follow her because she didn't even acknowledge them.

"We'll come with." Leah and Claire said, while Angela and Emily headed for the front door to get the car.

Bella begged off, telling them she would meet them outside after she peed and freshened up. She headed towards the restroom and, at seeing the line, groaned. She wished to just push past all the slutty girls in see through dresses, some she knew to be too young to be in this 21 and older club. She hoped that these girls squeezing in didn't spell bad news for the club's future because she actually sort of liked this place.

She was leaning against the wall, squeezed between the other bodies waiting to get in, when a hot hand at her wrist pulled her towards the men's room and the man the hand belonged to glared at the women in line, waiting for someone to protest. He glared at the man who had his hand on the door to go in, and instead the guy, Mike Newton, held the door open and backed away as soon as the bigger man had a hand on it. He dragged her in the room and pushed the door shut, keeping her turned away from him and the stalls, as he checked them for others that could be in here. She started to ask who he was, but she really didn't need to… his heat and agitation gave him away.

Roughly, he pushed up behind her and pressed her against the door. His hands ghosted over her sides and edges of her breasts, heightening her awareness that the dress Kim had picked out was tighter than her comfort zone. But he seems to appreciate it, her mind supplied.

Bella was very aware that her dress had moved up to cup her ass, barely hiding the important parts. His hands continued their delicate inventory of her body, pulling her dress down a little as she felt his breathing increase. She wasn't sure if he had adjusted it for her or himself, but her body was on fire just from the barely there touches. She pushed away from the door, knowing he would give in because he always was a push over when it came to her. He knew she didn't like to be confined or controlled.

He knew better than anyone... because he was always there to listen. She stepped in the stall and tried to pretend he wasn't there so her body would go. She listened to his huffing breaths... another sign of his agitation... and oddly enough, that is what relaxed her enough. When she was done, she stepped out and went straight to the counter and mirror, not even sparing him a glance.

Now, along with his breathing making her painfully aware of him, there was a low growl filling the space as well. No one outside would hear, but she knew he was letting her know how much he didn't enjoy her ignoring him.

After looking down to wash her hands, grabbing a paper towel, and throwing it away without looking up, she knew she had put it off long enough. Time to face the music, she thought, looking into his eyes through the mirror. His green eyes were almost black, with annoyance or lust she wasn't sure which.

"I think it's time you gave me a chance to talk." The twitch in his hands was the only indication that he wanted to seek out her comfort like they used to, before he tucked them behind his hips and continued. "Whether we stay just friends," you could tell the words burned in his throat, "Or we see where this goes... You're going to talk to me, you're going to communicate with me, and we're going to make decisions together." The last word was almost hissed.

He pulled his hands from behind his back, stepped up behind her, and framed her body with his arms, careful not to put his body weight into the counter.

"No more pushing each other away," Bella's words did not sound as sure as his, but he would take it.

"No more." he agreed in a low, gravelly voice.

"Why now? We've spent so much time together in these last 6 years, I spent nights at your childhood home, we lived together in college, and this just occurred?" She repeated, lower than before, "Why now?"

He met her eyes in the mirror and answered honestly, "I'm not sure. But you know that I've always loved you and I can tell you that I've always known you were the perfect woman." Her eyes glistened a little and he breathed a little lighter now in his sing song voice, "I want mine."

A shudder ran through her and pooled between her legs, "You're gonna have to earn it."

"Oh I will," he breathed, right as a knock sounded at the door followed by Leah's voice.

"Claire is seconds from coming in, so you better wrap this up and let's go." There was a pause. "and Seth? It's still GIRLS NIGHT."

AN: Well? What do you think? I'm thinking this is gonna be a 2 or 3 chap short story with some time jumps between, we'll see. This is an idea I've been toying with for a while and it feels good to put it down and see what comes of it. I really hope I do this story justice.

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