A/N: Tha k you for the support! I know that this is basically the same chapter but Bella's pov but i thought her point of view was important. Love thy beta: carina2026

Chapter 9

BPOV

I have no idea what Paul's plan was to do about this imprinting thing, but I stopped worrying about it when it looked like all the awkwardness that we suffered through that one night was just gone. Not only that, but also him and Jake were apparently competing for best friend of the year award. Which for Jake was not hard, I mean we established this friendship a long time ago and I've made it very, very clear to him that we were not going to be anything but friends.

Paul on the other hand was so very confusing and sometimes I just wanted to laugh. Well okay he wasn't confusing, so much as he was very conflicted. Poor guy, he was trying so hard to be a good friend and I knew why. I had gone back to see Sam almost every day that first week that I found out what had happened to Paul. I learned all that I could about the old legend so that I could understand what the hell was going on. I had already told Sam though that it wouldn't have mattered, but I was in like with him before the imprint. Yeah in like, because love is just too hard of a word for me to say.

Yeah okay so maybe I did fuck with him a little bit. He was trying too hard to keep our relationship friendly, but that's just the thing. He has to work to keep it friendly, why would you have to work so hard at a relationship? I think that if you have to work that hard then maybe it's time that the relationship changed or you end it.

I knew before I did it that I shouldn't have gone into his room, I mean, Jake was out with the pack patrolling and he wouldn't be back until dawn. I could have brushed my own hair, but I didn't want to. I wanted to be close to him, doing absolutely nothing with him was a hundred times better than doing anything else alone.

Made up my mind and headed for his closed door knocking softly. He looked surprised when he opened the door and then I saw the look. That smoldering look, it always urged me into doing those provoking things to poor Paul. I don't count them as torment because if he knew how he affected me…I would be in it deep. Fuck, whom am I kidding? I already was.

We chatted for awhile, debating about the Iliad of all things. I just didn't see him as a reader of Greek mythology. Then again, he was a creature of mythology, so maybe in some small way he can relate.

He was making a braid like the one I usually did and he handed me the end so that I tie it up. I leaned back on him and he wrapped himself around me pulling me with him as he settled onto his pillows. I threw my leg over him, but he didn't seem to notice, which was okay because I was contentedly pressing my ear to his chest listening to the soft bass rumble of his voice vibrate through his body. It had to be the most delicious sound in the world.

"My favorite part is at the end. Priam takes all the pride and dignity that was suffered in watching his son's body get dragged around his own castle for days and days. Instead of retaliating like the other thought he had full right to do, he took Achilles pain into his hand and understood why he did what he did. Then without a second thought, begged for the body of his son back." He said kind if a thoughtful way, as if he just realized it.

Wow, if the guys knew this Paul, they would be floored. I mean the only thing they know about Paul, it that he's somewhat of a hothead and yeah an asshole. But this thoughtful deep Paul, he's just simply amazing. Also the hand that crept down my back as he was talking and was now resting right under my ass, kind of gripping my leg… that was amazing to.

I sat up to look into his eyes, but the sneaking hand on the move suddenly distracted me again. It seemed to coax the rest of me to lie on top of his body, positioning me perfectly so that a very instant hardness was pressed between my legs. The hand with the grip on my leg slid around to hold my thigh with a single finger absently moving.

Focus Bella! Now you're just staring at him, say something. "You're pretty deep, you know that?" I whispered. Fuck! Not that you moron!

Oh god if that sneaky roaming finger of his keeps inching closer and closer to my crotch, I'm going to moan out loud. God! His dick being pressed against me wasn't helping any sort of coherent thoughts. Oh my God I am rocking, but I just can't….stop...

He said something about telling the guys, but I was already lost. Nope, no chance in hell that you'll be coming back from this Swan. You have just successfully changed the relationship.

"Paul" fuck it was all I could say, my voice is think with want and need and husky with emotion. I give myself a mental shake. "Paul, you're killing me." I said honestly.

He furrowed his brows as if he had no idea what I was talking about. God he had this much power over me subconsciously? I know my breath is uneven, coming out in more of a pant, but fuck, he had to go either drop my ass in a cold shower or fuck me now.

I saw my wolfy-grin spread across his face and almost came right there. He looked so scared and hesitant. God, what are you doing Bella? He was trying to be friends and you're humping him like a bitch in heat? Be the bigger man so to speak, not that you could get much bigger by the feel of him… NO! Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts!

"P…puuhhhhh… I can't…fuck, I want to…but…" fuck I just couldn't do it… I wanted him too bad to lie at this point. Not that my body language helped, who was the fucking dog in this relationship. I felt him grab my hip and press me harder into his erection. Oh god yes! I snapped my head up to look into his eyes. I wanted to see the lust mirror mine, and it did, but behind the lust still lurked fear. I put my hands on his chest, trying to catch my breath and think through what I was going to say. I had to tell him, and that was a scary thought. Would he run and hide? Would he be mad that I've known for so long? "I know what you're thinking…" I was nervously moving my finger across his nipple, making his head fall back with his eyes closed and his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Not a whole lot when you're on top of me like this." He said but his voice was strained. I giggled and softly cupped his cheek, willing him to look at me. He finally opened his deep eyes to look at me with all the hope and trust that I could even stand.

"I know about everything." I said simply, searching is face for anger or disgust or anything. All I saw was panic before he crushed me to him and started swearing.

"You hate me?" he asked finally, his face still buried in my shoulder. What? What the hell was he talking about? How could I hate him? Apparently I took too long to answer and his panic worsened. "You do, huh? Oh god, I'm such an idiot! I thought that…oh god. I'm so sorry, please don't hate me."

I couldn't help it; I was trying so hard to hold in my laughter. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but he was being such a dork. He lifted his head finally to look at me and I am not sure what it was he was expecting to find, but me laughing was not one of them. He raised his eyebrow at me, apparently thinking that I have gone crazy and that was it. I burst out laughing. I quickly collected myself and looked into his beautiful worried eyes.