A/N: Hey guys! Hope you enjoy my new story. I'm hoping to really get into this one, I love the character I created and who doesn't love Paul? Thanks for reading and please review! Reviews will always prompt me to update more often and with better, more inspired content! Love you all and hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I unfortunately don't own twilight or any of the wolf pack. I do, however, like to make them do fun things! Hehe. All credit goes to SM.

I clutch my purse nervously and quickly open the door to the tattoo shop before I can chicken out.

"Hey, Kai!" Perry calls out happily and walks up to the front desk. Lainey is at her station tattooing a very muscular man who was accompanied by a small statured woman with thin black hair and a sassy look on her face. The man doesn't look too happy with her.

"Hi, P," I grin as he wiggles his eyebrows at me,

"It's weird for you to be on the other side of the counter," he comments and pulls out the stencil of the tattoo I had been anxiously waiting to get for what seems like forever. He was right, I was usually the one perched on the other side of the counter with a sketchbook in hand, practicing my techniques. Although I loved being the receptionist, my main goal was to have a tattoo machine in hand by the end of the year.

"I know," I say and then hesitate before adding, "I'm nervous, P," I feel my eyes grow wide as I inch toward the counter and take in the size of the stencil. It's gorgeous, of course, but huge.

"Don't be, you've been saving for this since you turned 18 and started working here," he said and gave me a wink, this is why I loved Perry. He always had a way to make me feel relaxed.

"I know," I relent and then look at the design again. It was a tribal design running from just below my armpit to my ankle on the left side of my body. "I love it," I say as I trace the lines with my finger tips,

"So, here's the gameplan, kid" he says and leans over the counter, "We'll start with the painful parts and work from there. I think if we knock out the ribs and the hips first we should be free sailing from there,"

"What should I expect?" I say, nibbling on my bottom lip, "pain wise, I mean."

"Well, ribs are gonna hurt like a bitch, honestly. The liner is gonna be searing pain, coloring it in isn't going to be much better. Hips will be the same since you're pretty boney in both areas," I raise my eyebrows at him and look down at my chest and then back at my butt.

"Boney?" I question and hold back a smirk,

"Well I'm not tattooing your tits or asscheeks!" He exclaims in defense, "You're skinny so your hip bones and ribs stick out a little,"

"Yeah, Kai, it's not a matter of whether your titties and ass are huge," Lainey winks and hip checks me, appearing at the counter as her client heads to the bathroom. She sips her tea as I give her a dirty look but then smile.

"Alright, let's get started! Chop, chop!" Perry exclaims suddenly, making me and Lainey jump. "But first I need a kiss from my woman!"

I look away as they lock lips, feeling uncomfortable. I walk over to Perry's station and start setting it up while they're busy doing… their thing. I reach into the top drawer of his work cabinet and pull out the cute star pasties I took the liberty to order last week so I can cover myself without the use of masking tape. I turn and face the back of the shop as I lift off my shirt, leaving me in just my bra. I can feel a pair of eyes on me as I turn discreetly to my left and see the woman who had accompanied Lainey's client. She was looking right at me, unashamedly watching me with jealousy clearly written on her face. I blush furiously and pull the curtain partly shut so she couldn't see me anymore. I didn't know what her problem was but I really didn't need her staring at me. I wasn't anything to blink at anyways, I was pretty unextraordinary. I shake my head and banish the insecure thoughts from my mind. I chew on my lip before reaching back and unclasping my bra, I still hold it up to cover my breasts until the shop is completely vacant, save Perry and Lainey. I watch through the partially opened curtain as the man exits the bathroom with a smile on his face, Lainey asks him if he likes the new addition to his skin and he nods. I catch myself admiring the way his muscled shoulders and arms flex as he reaches for his jacket. The girl stands and moves to his side, she tries to hang onto his arm but he shakes her off. I blush, knowing very well that I shouldn't be fawning over a taken man but he was remarkable. His muscled back was visible through the fabric of his white shirt that was almost too tight for his own good… And mine. I suppose it was hard to find a shirt that would fit the size of him. He looked like a bodybuilder.

Just as I was going to look away and duck behind the curtain, he turns around and locks eyes with me. My breath catches in my throat as I clutch my bra tightly to my chest, I feel exposed. His chocolate eyes never leave mine as I scramble for something to say. Even from my spot I can see his eyes dilating as we stood there, staring at each other. I want to look away but I can't, it's like he's holding me captive with his gaze. I'm paralyzed, cemented to my place as his eyes widen and travel down my body, lingering at my chest and stomach. Reflexively, I cover my stomach with my free hand, which breaks whatever spell had come over me. His eyes dart up to mine as he frowns, a scowl marring his beautiful features. He inclines his head in a nod,

"Hey," he says simply to me and walks up to the counter, throwing some money down. "Keep the change," he mutters and turns to leave. He spares one last glance in my direction, sending sparks of electricity through my body as he exits the shop.

"Oh my god, what the hell was that?" Lainey exclaims and rushes up to me, "He was looking at you like he wanted you for breakfast, lunch and dinner!"

"Whatever," I mutter and hold out the pasties for her to help me with their application; I've never used them before.

"Okay, but seriously, Kai. I can totally get his number for you. I have it in the books," Lainey says and I gasp, slapping her shoulder lightly.

"Lainey, that's illegal. You can't do that!" I exclaim and she shrugs,

"I'd go to jail for you," she winks but then her face turns serious, "but for real, it's not like he'd be mad that you got his number. He was so into you it should be outlawed,"

"He's way out of my league," I say and try to picture myself with him; it's comical. I was just an art nerd, always covered in clay and paint spatters, my fingers were constantly black from using charcoal. He was some sort of god, I swear, perfectly muscled and his skin tone a smooth russet color. He deserved a model, not an artist. I don't know where Lainey got the idea that he was into me, all he said was 'hey' and he looked at my boobs, which were every guy's weakness, honestly.

"Whatever you say," she says in a sing song voice and walks away, I hear her tell Perry that I'm ready and he walks to his station, patting the table.

"Ready?" He asks and gives me a wide smile,

"Ready as I'll ever be!" I exclaim nervously and lay on my side while he gets started.

The pain of getting tattooed was okay, definitely manageable. The only time I cried out in pain was when he went over my ribs, which he had predicted. My hips didn't hurt much, neither did anywhere else. I was pleasantly surprised.

"I can't believe you lasted for the full ten hours," he laughed and shook his head as he cleaned off all the blood and ink that had been weeping out of the tattoo. I laughed and got up, stretching out my body. It felt nice to stand after such a long time laying down. I stood in front of the mirror and admired how the tattoo flowed with my body, making me look taller and leaner than I had ever looked before. I reached for my jeans but Perry stopped me, offering a black pair of Lainey's cloth shorts. I cast a quick glance out the window, it was raining of course, just like it always does in Forks. I grimace but pull the shorts on and forgo my bra, I didn't want anything rubbing on my raw skin.

"Thank you so much, Perry," I say and pull him into a big hug. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I'm physically exhausted and I feel it in every ounce of my body.

"Any time, Kai. Now go home and rest, take the day off tomorrow, you're gonna be really sore." P says and gives me a proud smile, I'm filled with warmth.

"Are you sure you can manage?" I ask and lean against the counter with my good side. I feel my eyes droop, feeling sleepy. Maybe it would be good to have a day off tomorrow. Sleeping in sounds amazing right now.

"Yeah, don't worry about it! You just get some rest and make sure that thing gets some proper care. You know the deal," he says and motions for me to leave. I drop the cash I owe him on the counter and wave,

"See ya later, babe!" Lainey calls from the back before the door shuts behind me.

My previous observation of the weather was wrong, it wasn't just raining; it's pouring. Like someone was dumping buckets of water over the town.

Clashes of thunder and bolts of lightening were playing tag in the sky. I jog to my car and struggle with my keys.

"You sure you're okay to drive?" A deep voice sounds from behind me, my heart jumps up into my throat as I whirl around to see who had snuck up on me so easily. I was met by a pair of dark brown eyes that reminded me of creamy dark chocolate. I swallow thickly and try to grasp onto a response.

"W-what?" I stutter stupidly, clutching my keys tightly in my hand. I blink a few times and then dare myself to really look at the man standing before me. He is shirtless, I notice his smooth russet skin has steam rolling off it, almost like it was evaporating the rain, he wore a pair of jeans to cover his muscular legs with running shoes adorning his feet. I find my eyes lingering on his muscled chest and delicious abs, I had never seen a twelve pack in person before this moment. I feel pulses of electricity coursing through my veins as I observe this beautiful man, starting in my heart and moving outwards.

"You look like you're going to pass out," he replies, his eyes narrowing as he gives me a once over. His intense gaze steals my breath from me. I can feel my head start to spin and my cheeks turn red with embarrassment.

"Um, I think I should be okay… My blood sugar is low, I just need something to eat-"

"Eat this," he says and hands me a protein bar from his back pocket before I can even finish my sentence. I looked skeptically from the bar to him before taking it,

"Thanks," I meet his gaze and I turn even redder than I already am. He raises his eyebrows at me and then sighs harshly,

"Where do you live? I'm not letting you get behind the wheel," he holds out his hand for me to place my keys; it's now my turn to raise my eyebrows.

"I don't even know who you are. I shouldn't let a stranger drive me home, now should I?" I argue. He is silent for a moment while he thinks. His mouth turns downward into a frown and I'm momentarily captivated by his beautiful features. It should be illegal for a man to be so damn attractive. I would love to draw him, I blush at the thought of him sitting naked in front of me as I sketch. I also feel a tingling sensation start between my legs. I shift uncomfortably.

"My name is Paul," he says, his voice has grown deeper, I can hear a faint growl in it's undertone and he has an intense look on his face as his eyes bore into mine. Paul. I turn his name over and over in my head. Paul, my handsome mystery man.

"I'm Kai," I introduce myself. I'm shocked to hear that my voice wavers slightly and comes out substantially breathier than I had intended it to. I feel my legs move of their own accord, bringing me a step closer to Paul. He eyes the new, closer distance between us and a smirk springs to his lips.

"Kai…" He utters my name just above a whisper and my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head as a wave of pleasure comes over me. His voice is so sensual, it's hard for me to comprehend that this is actually happening. I can hear myself panting as I reach out and steady myself on the side of the car, Paul is watching me closely as I peek up at him through my lashes. He's quite a bit taller than me, I notice.

I hear wolves howl in the distance and the spell between Paul and I break as he looks towards the woods. I can't read his expression as he turns back towards me, it almost looks like he's in pain. It breaks my heart into little shattered pieces to see him this way.

"Alright, I've got to get you home." He says a little hurriedly, I nod as the wolves howl in the distance again; they seem closer than before.

"They sound close," I comment, Paul is looking towards the woods again, he seems angry.

"Are you scared?" He asks, locking his eyes on mine once more,

"Of the wolves?" I ask, "why would I be scared of them?"

"Most people are,"

"Well, I'm not like most people,"

"We'll see." He chuckles under his breath and then grabs my keys that are now so loosely held in my hand I'm surprised they haven't ended up on the ground.

"Where do you live?" He repeats the question from earlier with urgency. I notice that he keeps glancing towards the woods.

Against my better judgement, I tell Paul where I live as we get in the car. For some reason, I don't feel embarrassed to tell him where I live. I don't make a ton of money so my apartment is less than fancy, normally I tell my friends and dates to meet me at the tattoo shop when I make plans. It does the trick though and holds all my art supplies, which is all I can really ask for. I direct Paul to the parking lot out back, he pulls into the last parking spot and turns off the car. Silence envelops us for a moment before I decide to speak,

"I'm not going to ever see you again, am I?" I ask, I feel panic sinking into my bones for some unknown reason. This guy is making me lose my damn mind. Paul sighs and lets his head fall back onto the headrest, he laughs out loud and brings his hands up to run them through his hair. My hands itch to do the same.

"I'm not good for you," I frown at his answer and scoff, feeling bolder than I ever have been.

"Do you normally make decisions for perfectly capable people?" I inquire, this remark earns his attention.

"No," he says stubbornly and then opens the car door, "I've got to go." I suddenly feel regretful that I had picked this moment to lash out at him and be sassy. I just threw out all my chances of getting a date with him, if I ever even had a chance in the first place.

I let myself into my apartment and close the door, locking the deadbolt and sliding the chain lock into place. I lean against the door and let out a breath that I didn't realize I had been holding. What the fuck was that? I ask myself as I walk across my entry way into my living room and throw myself onto the couch, face first. I let out a frustrated scream into the cushions and roll over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling in defeat. My thoughts were flying through my head at a million miles per hour, most of them pertaining to the fact that he shouldn't have even wanted to be seen with me. I close my eyes and picture him holding my hand, I literally laugh out loud when I see it. We're totally mismatched. The only thing we had in common is that we both had tattoos. Paul was a million light years out of my league and the only thing that would get him off my mind now was to do house work, the cure all to an overactive imagination. If I start daydreaming about him and I together I would be heartbroken if I never see him again, I know this because I've never had a boyfriend and I'm almost twenty-two years old. I become easily attached.

For the rest of the day I clean. The kitchen, the bathroom, and even my bedroom are now spotless but my mind is far from being in the same condition. I sit at the edge of the bathtub, gently washing my new tattoo as my mind wanders to thoughts of Paul. His jet black hair that look so soft and his chocolate eyes that melted me with a single touch. I didn't even want to begin thinking about his body… God, he was perfect. I bet that girl he was with at the tattoo shop was his girlfriend. She was pretty and definitely had the Quileute look to her, high cheek bones, black eyes and a slim figure. When you compared me to her, she definitely took the cake. I stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom and examine myself, I was… Alright. I definitely wasn't going to complain about my looks because I could be much worse but there was stuff that I would change if given the chance. I have dark brown hair, the blonde streaks running wildly through it were natural, thanks to my Polynesian heritage. I have almond shaped, green eyes and plump lips, my skin is a beautiful sun kissed tan that last all year round, even through all of the rain here in Washington. I also can thank my Hawaiian heritage for my curvy body, that comes straight from my mom's side of the family. My dad gave me my high cheekbones, straight nose, and all of my non physical attributes, like my artistry and my shy nature. He was Nez Perce. I catch a glimpse of my tattoo while thinking about my dad's tribe, this makes me smile. He would have been so proud to see me wear a tribal tattoo on my skin, I also think of how disappointed my mother would be to know that I had gotten a tribal piece done before a Polynesian piece. My two nationalities clashed with one another in this way, my mom and dad were always feuding about what legend they were going to teach us first. It always made for an entertaining home life.

I walk out of the bathroom and throw on some clothes before settling down on the couch for the night. I was surprised to see that it was ten o'clock already, it had taken me ten whole hours at the shop. Poor Perry, he probably was at his house having Lainey ice his hands. That was a lot of tattooing for one day. I yawn widely and fluff the pillows on the couch as I lay down, flipping the TV on and changing it to the History Channel. A documentary about the Hawaiian Islands is on, so I cuddle up with my blankets to watch but before I knew it I was fast asleep.

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Paul is in my dreams. I recognize his face easily as I walk through the woods towards him, he is standing on the highest cliff that runs alongside the highway. I can feel panic building in my chest as he looks at me, his face is stony and I can sense that he's blocking me out but I feel… I feel like my mind and body need to be connected to him. I run to close the gap between up but I'm stopped by a chorus of growls, I'm surrounded by a pack of large wolves with bared teeth and their hair stands on end. I hold my hands up in surrender, my heart pattering against my chest painfully as I fight the urge to run through the hostile pack wolves and press my body against Paul. I'm not afraid of these giant creatures, I just wanted to feel him surrounding me, his hard, toned body holding me tightly in his arms. I want to feel his lips on mine as we share the passion that I feel smouldering between us. The pack of wolves, there has to be at least seven of them, still bare their teeth but despite their demeanor, I can feel myself walking toward Paul. His dark eyes are wide with concern as he watches me edge closer to him, the wolves get more aggressive, I can now feel their hot breath on my body, they're huge, standing eye to eye with me.

"Kai," Paul says calmly and extends his hand, the look on his face is now that of pure joy as the wolves gather my scent and lick the bare skin on my arms and legs. My panic and apprehension dissipate, in their place, a sense of pride and something that I can't identify. It was like fire was coursing through my veins as I close the gap between us. We are finally face to face, I can feel his warmth washing over me as we stand there, staring into each other's eyes.

"Paul… I don't understand-" I begin but he shakes his head and holds a finger up against my mouth to silence me,

"You don't have to explain," he says, his voice dropping deeper, making the hair on my arms stand on end. I'm distracted by his finger which is still pressing firmly against my lips, the urge to taste him makes my mouth water. What a weird reaction. He finally drops his finger from my mouth and I feel disappointed that the contact has been lost, my body starts to hum with the need to touch him again.

I am reminded that we are in the woods by the wolves that are now laying on the ground, watching us.

"Are you scared?" Paul's voice startles me as I look up at him, I frown as I recognize the question. He had asked me that earlier, when we heard wolves at the shop. I immediately shake my head no and Paul exhales heavily, looking relieved.

"Good," he says and plunges his hands into my hair before descending his lips on mine, roughly pulling me toward him. As I feel his tongue sweep over my bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss, I feel my body and mind go blank. All I feel is his hands running up and down my body, feeling every part of me that I needed him to touch. My blood boils and my heart is nearly jumping out of my chest as Paul's rough hands travel down my body and then back up, brushing the side of my breasts. I gasp as we break our kiss, I lay my head on his shoulder as I'm overwhelmed with the need to slip my hands underneath his shirt and explore his body.

The image of my dream starts to fade as we resume kissing again, Paul roughly grabs my jaw and presses his lips against mine with urgency. I try to grasp onto my dream world but I wake up before I can stop it.

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