Leah stretched herself across Paul's chest as her finger traced its way around his belly button and down the treasure trail of hair below it.

"We should get up you know. Rachel's dinner is in a couple of hours."

As she said the words she was secretly hoping he'd tell her they no longer needed to go to the stupid dinner and they could just spend the rest of the day with one another doing what they had been doing all night...and morning.

"Getting up isn't our problem." He laughed. He was dragging his own finger in a line down her spine, stopping just at the tip of her tailbone and moving back up again. She didn't want to let him know how good it felt, although she suspected he already did as her hips squirmed against her will when his finger lightly outlined the very bottom of her spine.

"We should at least try to shower...again," She said on a heavy breathe while blowing lightly at the perspiration on his stomach. She grinned when she felt his whole body tremble below her.

"Fuck, Lee's! Stop it. You know what you do to me. We're never going to make it to that dinner if we keep going to shower and then ending up needing to shower again straight after."

She rolled over to face him, her smile still on her lips.

"What?" he asked, curiously.

"That's the first time you've called me Lee's."

He blushed.

"Yeah, well. I, ah..."

"...it's getting serious."

In her head it had come off as a more of a joke than it sounded out loud, and she instantly regretted saying it. It brought them back to the question they were both avoiding- was this a relationship? It was built on both lies and sex, with a third-party already being involved- and this was just their first week together.

"Next subject, okay?" She offered to give him an out.

"It's always been serious for me - ever since that first kiss, at least."

"I know, I know. Let's just drop this, alright? We're having fun and we don't need to get all heavy just hours away from you meeting with your newly partnered up imprint."

He wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"We're just postponing the inevitable by not talking about this Lee's but- just so you know- I could really fall for a girl like you."

She kissed him softly in reply. She could really fall for a guy like him too. And it terrified her.

"Come on, seriously. We should at least have something to eat. We haven't eaten since...well, I haven't eaten since dinner last night."

"Well, you have eaten. Just not food." He grinned.

"Ew!" She picked up her pillow and hit him across the face with it. "Trust you and your filthy mind to say that, babe."

He smiled at her, oddly.

"What?"

"That's the first time you've called me babe." He winked.

She rolled her eyes at him while he ran his hand gently through her hair.

"Well, babe, before we do get up, there is something I want to ask you. Don't get upset or whatever, I just have to know- are you sure you're going to be able to handle being with Rachel tonight? Seeing her with her new boyfriend just an arm's length away. Do you think you're ready? Because we don't have to go if you don't want to..."

His face grew serious, "Honestly? I have no idea. Rach and I never worked- we both know that. Everything about me still wants her to be happy but, I just don't know how easy it will be knowing that the person who is making her happy is doing a better job than I ever could. I had destiny on my side for fucks sake, and I still messed it up. The worst part is that I can't even hate her for what happened- I just want what's best for her, even though her happiness hurts just as bad as her pain."

Leah's heart ached for him. She understood what it was like to still love someone who had broken your heart, but at least she could hate Sam for it at the same time. Paul was only able to be happy for his imprint, even after she had destroyed him. Rachel could spit in his face if she wanted but as long as she was happy, then so was he.

The whole imprint bond was fucked up.

"You know that I understand." She comforted him.

"I know. But it's a pretty fair trade, I guess."

"A fair trade for what?" She asked.

"Real happiness," He answered with a smile across his face once again "...with you."

She moved her body so she was lying on top of him. Her chest against his, her legs on top of his legs, and kissed him as that familiar jolt of undiluted magnetism ran over the both of their bodies. She pressed her lips against his and his hands moved down her sides to rest on her back.

"You're such a girl." She said, placing another light kiss on his lips.

"Am a not." He replied, moving his hand down to slap her across the ass.

She feigned a look of shock, which changed quickly as she felt him growing to attention against her thigh.

"So...," She began, with mischief in her voice, "Who was better, me or her?"

He didn't even flinch. "No contest."

"As in...?"

"As in, Rach was a starfish Lee. You win, hands down."

"A starfish?"

"You know..." He opened his arms and legs, stretching them outwards in the shape of a starfish and then laying completely still.

She burst out laughing.

"She was not!"

"She was! It was always your standard missionary with her and if you so much as tried to prop up her hips a little she'd start getting these 'headaches' and I'd end up in the bathroom with a copy of the Victoria Secret catalogue and a bottle of moisturizer."

She was laughing as she backed herself up on to her knees, sitting between his still outstretched thighs. It was no wonder that he loved it when she'd take charge like she did. Sam had always hated that.

"Poor baby! So she left it all up to you, huh?"

Placing her hands on his tight stomach, she swung her thighs over his hips and straddled them, shimmying herself against him until she was comfortable, and enjoying it just a little too much.

"Leah...We're going to be late"

But it was hard for him to argue when her hand moved behind her and along his shaft, rubbing it until he was too hard to refuse her.

"I'll bet she never rode cowboy- being a starfish and all."

He shook his head and she could see he was biting the inside of his lip with that hunger in his eyes that always made her wet.

"You've missed out on a quite a show then."

She stretched out her arms so they ran down his chest while she lowered herself onto him entirely. There were no arguments as he sighed at the sight of her engulfing his length while she squeezed herself around him playfully.

"This way you get to look with both your eyes and your hands, while I take care of my boy."

She used her thighs to lift herself up and down against him, swivelling her hips with each stroke. She tried not to overstimulate herself too much, too early. She was having too much fun watching Paul's wide-eyes moving over every part of her from below.

"Fuck...Leah...you're stunning." He was struggling to get a single word out as his hands ran over her thighs, up her hips, and back again. She couldn't help that it made her do whatever he wanted when he spoke to her in that way. He wasn't the kind of guy that gave empty compliments.

"Show me, baby, show me you know how to take charge." He commanded, slapping her ass while licking his bottom lip. He had a perfect view from below and she made sure to take advantage of it.

She let her thighs rest for a moment and just rocked her hips in a circular motion, using every part of him to fill her core entirely in an over-indulgence of friction. He ran his hands up her stomach and then back down to her hips as she fell forward and let him knead at his breast before she moved again and he froze at the sensation, his hand still open in the air, his eyes clenched together. She worked herself faster, still swivelling slightly for both of their enjoyment, as he began to pump in and out of her from below.

She ran her hand down her neck and massaged it over her breast, playing with and pulling at her hardened nipple. Her head flew back and her hands moved behind her, resting themselves against his perspiring thighs. His hands moved around to support her ass and hold her up as he took to thrusting into her harder, her breasts bouncing with each one of his quick strokes. She rocked against him while he pushed himself into her hard and faster, while she got hotter and wetter just watching the agonizing pleasure on his face.

"Fuck! Lee's...too...hot...gonna..."

She could see he was about to come as she rocked her hips even harder against his own movements. His hands were clutching at her skin desperately as he closed his eyes in an attempt to prolong reaching his release before a stream of expletives- mixed with her name- flew out of his mouth. She watched him orgasm below her in it's entirety and it only took her a few more rocks of her hips before she was able to lose herself to her own climax, with his body still spasming below her.

When he finally managed to compose himself he pulled her downwards, against his chest, and spoke into her hair.

"See, we have a problem here. This quick recovery time and boundless stamina we acquire as wolves means that I could easily do this to you all day and night. This is why we need human counter-parts, because they tire themselves out. I could fuck you for days on end and only stop occasionally to eat...something other than you, that is."

"I know what you meant. I'm pretty sure I could go again in less than a minute...," She glanced up to see him raise his eyebrows at her "IF we didn't have to go to the Black's place for dinner."

He groaned and placed his hands on top of his head.

"Fine. You win. But I'm going to need a drink before we go."

"You're on. And a shower. Can't rock up to Jake's place reeking of sex. He'll smell us a mile off."

"As if he doesn't know what we're doing right now." Paul laughed.

"True, but, I don't want to rub it in his face. 'You can look but not touch', you know?"

"Who said he can't touch?" Paul asked.

"Huh? I just assumed, I mean, I thought..."

"He has an imprint and, knowing Jake, he'll be relentless in pursing her when she's older. I'm not stopping you from having all the fun you want. Jake's a good kid. I just think he deserves some fun. After Bella, if Renesmee doesn't work out, well..."

"Aw, that's really sweet baby. But really, you just love playing the role of sex-coach a little too much, am I right?"

"Well...," he smirked "There is that. Plus, I loved watching your eyes fall on me just before you came, and when you'd said my name instead of his." He said with a sly smile on his lips.

"They did not! And I did not...not that I remember, anyway."

"They did, and you did."

"We'll see about that next time then."

"Fine by me- I know it's me you want, even as he's ploughing himself into you." His hand moved down her stomach as he cupped her, rubbing his palm against her clit. "I'm the one you're thinking of when you come."

She fell onto his chest once again and forced herself to roll off of his body, then the bed, then to get to her feet. She looked back to see him semi-hard once again but she wasn't going to let him win after that little comment.

Even if it was true...

"Put that thing of yours away." She instructed, as she threw his shorts at him.

"I'll tell you where I can put it." He smirked.

"Paul! Get your sexy ass up. It's time to go visit the old starfish."

Using all the strength in her body, she turned her back on his puppy dog eyes and made her way to the bathroom, being sure to lock the door behind her this time. As much as she wanted to believe Paul's feelings for her, she wasn't going to let herself fall for anything unless she saw how he reacted to Rachel with her own eyes. She'd been too hurt before to just give in for anything less. Not that he was anything less. He was starting to mean more to her than Sam ever had.

All the more reason for caution.

They approached the front door on shaky legs. They were late, of course. Paul's fault for breaking the lock off of the bathroom door. They'd managed to take a few shots of 'Dutch courage' before leaving the house and were feeling just the right amount of buzzed.

"Okay, so, just remember- we're a team, right?" She said while pressing the doorbell.

"Team Awesome." He smiled his reply. She cocked an eyebrow and punched him on the arm, unable to hide the smile she was still getting used to having across her face.

"You're such a tool."

"Leah, please. We're here for something serious. Stop making thinly veiled references to my package. Jesus woman."

She leapt up and wrapped her legs around him causing his knees to buckle as they both hit the ground. She banged her fists against his chest playfully but stopped when she saw him looking over her shoulder.

She turned to see Jake staring down at them both.

"You guys are drunk." He smiled, clearly amused by his coach and, er, instructor.

Leah corrected him. "No Jake, see, because we only had one shot of tequila. And by one shot I mean two, except that I mean two twos which is four."

"Oh, I..."

"...And by four, I mean five."

Paul burst out laughing for about two minutes straight while Leah stood up and brushed herself off. He was still going as they helped him to his feet.

"Yeah, but seriously. We are actually sober. Mostly." Paul answered. Leah nodded her head vigorously. They weren't much past tipsy but the nerves of the evening were just as intoxicating as tequila had been.

Jake stuck his hand up to stop the duo as they tried to enter. "Are you two sure you're okay?"

"Yeah Jakey," Leah assured him, "trust me, you'll prefer me this way. Sober or drunk- I couldn't deal with your sister tonight. This is a happy medium."

"What she said." Paul agreed.

"Wow, well...good luck." Jake stepped aside.

"Thanks." Leah winked as she grabbed his ass. He blushed slightly before grabbing hers back. She jumped a little, not expecting such forwardness from the blushing, and only recently deflowered, boy.

They made their way towards the dining room where both Rachel and the new beau were seated. They both got to their feet as she and Paul entered and she made a point to stand territorially to his side.

"Leah?" Rachel asked, confused.

"Rebecca?" Leah replied.

Rachel exaggerated a fake laugh at her witty little comment. "Nice to see you again Lee."

She took a curtsy and Paul started laughing before quickly turning it into a cough. She placed her hand in his palm and worried when she felt it was already sweating.

"Paul." Rachel greeted him with little more than a glance. Her voice was flat, emotionless. It already pissed Leah off.

"Hey." He answered. The alcohol kicked back in and Leah started laughing at her moment of comedic genius before as Paul's eyes fell back on her.

"What are you laughing at?" He whispered, obviously amused by her amusement at nothing in particular.

"Nothing, nothing." She whispered back, revelling in the fact that Rachel didn't seem too pleased to see her former best-friend show up with her ex.

"Right... anyway, guys, I want you to meet Glenn."

A buff, pale man approached with light blonde hair and golden stubble that was the same colour as his skin. He was wearing two polo shirts of varying shades of pink with the emblem of some famous designer she couldn't remember the name of. He had designer jeans on below to compliment them, the kind that were distressed by seven-year olds in an Asian factory so they could put an extra zero on the end of the real price. He looked like your typical frat boy douche bag and the sliver of a Chinese dragon tattoo peeking out from his shirt sleeve seemed to confirm that.

He extended a hand which Paul took with much gusto, nearly shaking his arm off.

"Hey Greg!"

Rachel glared at him.

"Ah, actually, it's Glenn." He replied while trying to pry his hand out of Pauls grip. When he finally did Leah almost giggled at seeing it red and throbbing. Without letting it recover she began shaking it with the same force.

"Hey Greg. Nice to meet you."

"Leah," Paul started "his name is, oh wait, you were right. Greg. Sorry."

"Actually it's not Greg it's..." Glenn tried to interrupt while wincing at Leah's hand shake.

"Meg! Oh shit! Sorry Meg." She slapped Paul across the arm. "Why didn't you correct me early?"

Jacob was almost in tears, he was laughing so hard from behind the counter in the kitchen. Rachel wasn't impressed..

"It's Glenn, you two. Got it? And Leah, why are you even here?"

She let go of Glenn's hand finally and turned to face the starfish.

"I'm with him." She announced proudly.

"With who? Paul? With him how?"

She placed a hand on his arm as he draped it over her shoulders.

"As in, Rachie, with him, with him. I'm sure you don't need me to draw a diagram."

Rachel burst out laughing and Paul winced a little.

"Somehow, I don't believe it."

"I don't really care what you believe but if you insist on 'evidence'…" Leah grabbed the collar of Paul's shirt and pulled him onto her lips. She opened her mouth and gave Rachel a few flashes of tongue as Paul's hands instinctively made their way down to the back pockets on her shorts. She moved her hands down to his ass and gave it a good squeeze before pulling herself out of the kiss. She was greeted with a red faced Glenn, an amused Jacob and a fuming Rachel.

"Jacob," she snapped, through clenched teeth, "why didn't you tell me they were going out?"

"Why would I? It's none of your business." He stated.

"Of course it's my fucking business!"

Glenn's mouth fell open and Leah mouthed the word "yikes" to him, loving the fact that they'd been there for five minutes and she had already made Rach snap.

"…as in, I don't have enough food for dinner now. It would've been nice to be in the loop."

"Eh, from the smell of the kitchen, I don't think I'll be eating anyway." Leah said. She was ready to start a fight but Jake decided to step in instead.

"Okay! Dinner time then. You guys take a seat while Rach and I plate up."

Rachel's plastic smiled wasn't enough to hide the jealousy in her eyes. She tried to kiss Glenn as she gestured he take a seat at the table but both Leah and Paul turned their back on her public display of affection. She tried again as they were seated but Leah made a point to keep eye contact with Paul and to block her out. As Rachel headed into the kitchen with Jake she whispered into Paul's ear.

"Are you okay baby?"

"Yeah…I guess."

Both his answer and the look on his face were far from reassuring.

Rachel placed a large dish on the table and Jake placed the salad to the side. Leah could already smell how unappetizing it was.

"What's that?" she asked with her upper lip curled.

"It's vegetarian lasagne. Glenn's favourite."

Paul looked even worse than before. Leah knew he didn't like the majority of the ingredients that would be in it. The whole evening seemed to be a set up to make him as uncomfortable as possible. Had she not been there it would be just Paul, Rachel, Douche bag and Jake, who – until recently- wasn't high on Paul's list of people he could stand to be around. She knew that he'd choke down whatever he was served while Rachel flaunted her relationship with the guy who seemed to be everything that Paul wasn't.

The thing she hadn't counted on was having the master of playing the 'scorned ex-lover' turn up. Leah knew all the tricks and she wasn't going to let her get away with it.