A/N: Hi, everyone! I finally finished chapter three! I've put on the synopsis that this story is going to be A/H and A/U. So no werewolves here... Sorry to those of you who wanted furry Paul! I should have said that there'd be no wolves... Very, very sorry for that! I hope you still continue reading!

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"Goddamn it!" he exclaimed. "Why? Why do you always shy away from me? Every time I feel that I'm so close to having you..." his voice trailed off.

She didn't like the way he looked right now. He looked like a younger Paul, the boy. It reminded her of the day he'd kissed her. Please, Bella. Please, just one.

He looked so vulnerable and desperate, and she didn't like knowing that she was the cause of his despair. She saw that despair disappear and undeniable resolve take its place. It made him stand taller, more confidently.

"I'll only try harder. You know that. Don't you?" he asked.

She nodded slowly.

"Good. I will have you eventually, Bella. I've wanted you too long not to."

She believed him. Paul was relentless when he wanted something badly enough.

"Don't forget, Bella. Unwillingly responsive is still responsive. I won't play fair. I'll be paying very close attention to how you react to me; I'll only use those those responses against you to make you want me more. So, don't forget."

He paused, and she could almost visibly see sadness overcome him.

"Maybe, one day, you'll feel for me as deeply as I've felt about you."

With those words, he left her. She stayed downstairs pondering them and realized grudgingly that he was right. She'd always answered his touches, innocent or otherwise, with her own.

She could remember when they were younger, around six and eight, Paul would follow her around everywhere. He'd hold her hand just to maintain some physical contact with her, hold her when she'd cry when her parents fought over her visiting arrangements, play with her hair to soothe her when she was agitated. She'd lean into him whenever he'd touch her in anyway.

As they grew, the hand-holding had turned into a more intimate intertwining of fingers. He'd hold her a little longer than necessary, sweep his fingers against her face before tucking her hair behind her ear. Then there were the sexual comments, telling her what he wanted. Still, she'd responded each time before scolding him. She'd put all those things to a halt, but now that she was older, she realized she missed all those seemingly small actions of his.

That terrified her. She couldn't afford to feel anything for him, but despite that fact, she always had. It was difficult to give into him when she was so utterly afraid that he would end up leaving her. Everyone did at some point. Yes, he'd always treated her like a princess, and it was a little implausible to believe he'd ever willingly be parted from her. She knew being with him would be amazing, and she wanted to give him what he was asking of her.

There was always that voice in her head that told her she shouldn't set herself up for heartbreak. She'd argue that Paul wouldn't break her heart. The voice would then tell her she couldn't. He was sixteen. But what would she say when he was legal?

And what if she did give into him?

It was a tempting thought. What would Charlie say? He'd always seemed okay with the thick web of sexual tension that had forever existed between Paul and herself; but was that because he thought that there was no danger of her returning Paul's feelings while their ages still technically barred them from each other?

Everyone had probably expected her to look at some point, but she still couldn't touch. Andshe really wanted to touch him...

God, this was all just one massive headache.

She walked up to her room, not wanting to think about Paul and the things he made her feel.

She woke up feeling unusually warm, but that was probably a result of the dream she'd had. Paul touching her everywhere. Paul telling her things. Terribly delicious things. Paul promising her he loved her and would never leave her.

He was messing with her head now. She didn't know how she was going to even look at him without eye-raping him. Damn him. Damn him for making her want him. The ache between her thighs was unbearable, and her body silently, desperately pleaded for release.

He'd already fulfilled one promise.

"I'm going to make you ache..."

She wondered how it would feel to touch him. She wondered what his body felt like. She wanted to know what his hard muscles felt like under her hands or pressed up against her soft, bare body.

The sound of wheels grinding against gravel broke her out of her reverie, signaling Charlie's departure. She decided it was time to venture outside of her room and go cook breakfast for Paul and herself.

She'd decided on French toast and was waiting for Paul to come down. She'd gotten a glass down for him and just needed hers now, but of course the last one they had would be on the top cabinet where she couldn't reach it.

Warm hands grabbed hold of her hips.

"Need a hand?" Paul asked huskily.

"I─I─um..."

He was already lifting her from the ground as she stuttered, deliberately slowly. It seemed like forever before she was finally in reach of the glass, and she shakily grabbed it. On the way down, she shuddered as Paul dragged her body down his own, making sure she felt every warm ridge, curve, and dip of his musculature. She could feel that there wasn't much covering his body. Lord, was he only wearing boxers?

"Mm, did you wear this for me?" he purred in her ear.

No. Had she?

She'd worn a red tank top and black shorts that stopped in the middle of her thighs. The garments seemed normal enough. Why should he think it was for him?

"Red's my favorite, remember?"

Damn it. She'd known that. She might not have remembered while she was dressing herself, but it was there in her memory somewhere. Was this her subconscious attempt at impressing him? She hoped not.

"I remember," she replied hoarsely.

She felt him turning her around to face him and quickly shut her eyes. If she looked at him it would drive away any sort of resolve she had.

"Hey, look at me, Bella," he pleaded quietly.

She shouldn't. She really shouldn't. But she wanted to and opened her eyes anyway.

She gasped. God, he was just so gorgeous; how could anyone be that gorgeous? He was standing there in just his boxers admiring her as she admired him.

She heard him groan and returned his burning gaze.

"I really like it when you look at me like that," he growled.

She blushed. She didn't know if it was because she was embarrassed at being caught or from the way his deep voice made her core clench and wetness seep into her underwear.

"Did I ever tell you how turned on I was yesterday?"

"N─no."

"You have no idea how awesome that was. To come in and see you cooking for me when I got home from work. Just like a goddamn housewife."

"I was cooking for Charlie, too, you know," she countered.

He snorted at that.

"Fine, then. You were cooking for me like a housewife that cares for her elderly father who cramps our sex life."

She blushed even more deeply and attempted to give that statement the massive eye roll it deserved. He ignored it.

"God, Bella, do you know how hard that made me? I think almost as hard as I am right now," he moaned.

She almost looked down to see if he was telling the truth. She really shouldn't even have been having this conversation with him. Run away, run away.

"That would be so great. If you were mine and we had a life together, a house of our own... I'd work and come home to you at night, and you'd cook for me. And sometimes you'd wait for me in an apron. Just an apron."

He looked at her excitedly.

"Actually, I think you're much too shy to do anything like that. Hopefully I'll be able to change that, soon." He smirked.

By this time, she was backed up into the counter. She noticed that Paul liked pinning her to things and brilliantly decided that now would be a good time to address it.

"Why do you so that?" she asked.

"Do what?"

"Push me up against things. Why do you do it?"

His eyes did something just then. They...smoldered. That was the only word she could think of to describe it. He was looking at her like he wanted to eat her.

"It makes me feel like you can't get away from me. I'm in charge, and I can do anything I like with you. It's a heady feeling, almost...empowering in a way, but only because it's you."

Huh. She guessed she understood that. He let her call the shots most of the time, and that probably didn't do much for his Alpha male personality.

"And, in the process of pushing you against things," he broke off, quickly lifting her to the counter and setting her on it and then pressing his groin intimately against hers, "I can press my things against you."

Oh, God. She moaned. What was he doing to her? She curiously pressed against him. A sharp jolt of pleasure went through her when he returned the favor, pushing himself more firmly to her clothed sex.

She went wild after that. She started frantically pushing against him over and over again. God, what was wrong with her? She didn't even know what she was trying to accomplish, just that she had to work toward relief from the heat that had engulfed her.

"Fuck...easy, Bella. You need to...Oh, God. Oh, Shit. We are so doing this with our clothes off one time." He decided to shut up and thrust against her. Bella shuddered when she felt one of his hands brush the skin of her stomach under her shirt. His other briefly turned her head toward his, his lips unerringly finding hers, before making its way down her back toward her butt to hold her tightly to him.

He was kissing her too hard. No, not hard enough. His kisses made her dizzy, made her almost forget her name and that they shouldn't be doing this. She couldn't forget.

She pulled away abruptly, but he wouldn't stop thrusting into her.

"Paul. Paul, you need to stop." She probably should have said it without moaning, because he didn't seem to be stopping; and damn it, she couldn't think when he was doing that.

"I can't, Bella. You feel so damn good; it feels so fucking good. You know you drive me crazy; you should have known I wouldn't be able to stop. You started it though. You shouldn't have done that, Bella..." He said all this while the hand under her shirt attached itself to her breast, kneading it firmly within its grasp. His face had buried itself in her neck, so she'd felt every word he'd spoken.

"W─we can't. Paul, you...you're a─a─"

His face was suddenly in front of hers, his eyes blazing with anger. His movements slowed, losing their intensity, and became a sort of soft nudging.

"A child? Is that what you're going to say?"

He leaned back a little, baring himself to her.

"Do I look like a child to you, Bella?" he asked.

Then taking her, putting it against his chest, he asked, "Do I feel like a child?"

He kept his hold on her and trailed both of their hands down his torso. She trembled, almost relieved that he'd taken the decision out of her hands and made her touch him. For so long, she'd wanted to touch him without having to worry about what anyone else would think.

She watched as their hands traced the hair below his navel. He didn't stop there. Their hands continued until they reached that undeniably male part of him, and she was almost sad that he hadn't made her go beneath his boxers. He placed her hand over his arousal, and she gasped at how hard he felt beneath her touch. And if that wasn't enough, she nearly choked when he pressed her hand to him and pressed back simultaneously.

"Ugh...fuck..."

That helpless moan from him made her heart beat even faster than it already was.

"I've thought of your hands on me," he confessed. She was pretty much rendered speechless by this time.

She heard him let out a strained chuckle, "You aren't even doing anything, and I'm trying not to come in your hand. Think about what you could do to me with your─shit, don't do that!"

She'd tensed in anticipation, which made her accidentally tighten her hand around him.

"Sorry!"

He laughed again. "It's alright. I just want to wait to teach you that. You'll learn how to make me come, soon. Just not today."

She blushed furiously, thinking she now had an idea of what the word "come" meant.

"Right now..." he trailed off, taking her hand off of him to put it around his neck. He once again pressed her to him and settled his forehead against hers. "Right now, I just want you to kiss me. Just move with me, babe."

She didn't have it in her to reprimand him for that. Somehow, babe sounded like an endearment coming from him rather than the cheap pet-name it was so often used as.

Paul kissed her, long and slow, in contrast to the quick, jerky movements of his lower body. He felt good. So very, very good. She still didn't know what it was that she wanted, but she felt like only Paul could give it to her.

Paul settled his forehead against hers again and spoke to her, his movements never slowing.

"I'm not a child, Bella. I haven't been for a long time."

She thought he meant he'd had to grow up quickly because of his parents' neglect of him, and it made her heart ache.

"Paul─"

"A child doesn't want in this way. A child wouldn't be aroused at the sight of you. A child wouldn't touch himself and think of you. He wouldn't imagine what you'd look like naked. He wouldn't desperately want to thrust inside you over and over again. He wouldn't want to make love to you and pleasure you every second of every day, like I do. Bella," he grabbed her chin forcefully, "I'm a man now. Please, please, understand that."

She couldn't respond with words, the ferocity of his nearly suffocating her, so she nodded to him. They moved faster and faster against each other, each wanting and needing the other.

Paul breathed harshly against her neck. Bella was getting close, very close to...something. She wanted it. Badly. She needed him to move faster. She moved harder against him, but when he didn't take the hint, she moved even faster and harder. And then she was just on the edge of that something she needed...

"Oh, God. Oh my God. Paul."

She heard him groan, and then faster than her brain could keep up, he'd moved out of her reach.

"No." He sounded as if he was in pain.

What?

"I told you. You will wait. You're going to work for it."

You'll wait like I've waited.

She looked down to the front of his boxers. She could see that he was just as unsatisfied as she was.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'll take care of that in the shower." She could practically hear his smirk.

"Seems like I'm always jerking off because of you."

She blushed. She knew what that was, unfortunately due to a conversation between Tyler and Mike that she'd overheard.

"But, now I have some real things that I can think about. Now, I know what your body feels like. Maybe not with your clothes off, but just knowing what you feel like against me is something. I hope you know it'll be your name on my lips when I come, Bella. I'll be thinking about this the whole time."

She took in a sharp breath.

He laughed softly.

"See you after work, wifey."

All she could do was gape at his back as he retreated to the shower.

A/N: There you have it. I hope you liked it! Be good, and review! It might make me update more quickly...