A/N: Hey guys, I don't own anything, S.M does. I get emails saying 14 people, 15 people, have added there stories to their alerts, but…I only have 12 reviews which is really depressing! LOVE EVERYONE THAT HAS REVIEWED THOUGH:D! This is a deal with you lot…if I don't get at least 5 reviews by next Friday…then I can't post the lemon which I was going to post this Sunday…wouldn't that be a shame? Yh ima evil.
Excuse spelling mistakes.
Paul's P.O.V
I let out a shaky breath, curse embry! I knocked on the door. I could hear a quick heartbeat-one heartbeat; her parents still weren't home…that could be a bad dangerous thing… or a really good, lucky thing for me right now. Mhh… wink, wink.
The door opened to reveal a very tasty looking Kim in a purple dress that kind of ended mid-thigh that exposed a lot of her sexy, natural tanned legs. I could see her cleavage. Was it really necessary to look so dam tempting all the time? Her faces…do not get me started on her face...
Kim's P.O.V
Tara had given me a make-over. She had given me a black smoky-eyed look. She hadn't bothered with eye-liner or mascara, my eye lashes were already black, curly and long…and my eyes where already big enough. She hadn't used any blusher-my cheeks reddened every time she mentioned how Paul would be begging at my feet to talk to me. She left my lips alone too. I was wearing a spaghetti-strapped purple dress, that showed a little too much of my legs and gave a nice-not too obvious eyeful of my cleavage-I wouldn't mind too much if Paul had noticed.
I blushed, Paul looked gobsmacked, I soon then reliased what he was wearing. He had spiked his hair in up a messy, casual, sexy-as-hell look. He was wearing a tight white shirt, dark denim jeans, and white trainers. His natural caramel smell blended well with his after shave (that smells like a fresh-breeze) that he wore. My eyes rested on his smirk instead of his huge basketball muscles. How many times have you heard me describe them as basketball muscles? You know why? 'CAUSE THERE BIGGER THAN BASKETBALLS!
"Like what you see?" he murmured darkly, stepping inside shutting the door behind me, and sandwiching me against him and the wall. He pressed his hands against the wall beside my face trapping me.
His nose ran up against my jaw. My heart fluttered, I closed my eyes as he kissed my neck with his soft lips. He kissed me below my shoulder. He kissed me again. His tongue twirled up and down. He sucked on my collar bone.
"You look stunning, baby!" he breathed against me.
"Oh, good god Paul!" I moaned.
"Your so fucking beautiful!" he groaned.
"Paul…shouldn't we…" I groaned this time.
He pulled away. I bit my lip. "I'm sorry babe, let's go." He smiled before pecking my lips.
He took me by my hand, grinning at me. He opened the passenger door for me.
"Thanks." I blushed getting into the car.
"Anytime" he grinned. He quickly ran over to his side of the car-a little too fast then I could.
"So where are we going?" I smiled.
"Um…well, I kind of thought a picnic in this meadow that I've been too is err…quite cute?" he cringed looking at me.
"It sounds amazing." I tried to take of the embarrassment from him.
"But…I kind of wanted to tell you something before we go any further." I realised he stopped driving, I blinked and my door was open again.
Paul led me into the forests, layered with trees. Paul sat me on a log and sat beside me. He cupped my face in his hands, he curled my hair with his finger.
"Kimmie...I just want you to know, that I'll never hurt you. I'll never do anything to hurt you. I love you. I love you so much" I gasped in shocked, and yeah…happiness. "I know it's scary, for me to love you in just a couple of weeks. But no one will ever love you, care for you, make you happy like I will." He looked me straight in the eye; I knew it was stupid to think he was playing a joke on me earlier.
"Please don't run away." His voice sounded strained. "…not at least for 10 minutes… please Kim." He winced. "I'm a wolf Kim. I protect La Push from the cold ones. You might know them better by the name of vampires. Filthy bloodsucking vampires!" he hated these so called 'vampires' with passion. Was he being honest? How could I think he was being honest? Why was I hoping he wasn't lying?
"Prove it to me Paul…please?" my voice sounded quite.
He breathed, " 'Kay, but Kim, I have to strip otherwise my close will rip and then I'll have to walk around naked for the rest of the night…which I'm sure you won't mind." He sniggered. Typical Paul was being cocky at a time like this. Images immediately flooded of Paul shirtless…oh good god! W-O-W! "Please, please, please, don't come close to me when I start shaking. ONLY when I change into a wolf! And remember Kim, I will never hurt you, human or wolf." He finished.
He stepped 20 steps away, when he took his shirt off, I couldn't help but stare at his rock hard abs. I'm a girl get over it. I looked away when I he took of his jeans-I could almost imagine the smirk. In Paul's shaking form, stood a silver fur coloured wolf. I gasped. Err…what was I meant to do now?
"Paul?" I breathed shivering in the cold air. I took a step towards the giant animal…he was bigger than a horse. He nodded his head.
"You can understand me." I mumbled. I stepped closer to him. I bit my lip, patting his head. "You're amazing." I doubted he heard me, until he licked my arm. "Ew! That's disgusting! Paul! Change back so I can beat the crap out of you." I whined. His tongue rolled out of his mouth in a grin. He ran away from me into the bush. I looked away so he could put his clothes back on.
"Hey," he walked closer to me, but still far apart.
"You're a wolf."
"Yeah, shape-shifter is the proper name, but yeah. We protect La Push from Vampires."
"That's so cool!" I said a little bit too loud. Paul stared at me wide eyed, with curiosity… or maybe he was just freaked out.
"I just told you I was a shape-shifter fighting vampires and you think it's cool? I'm amazing? YOU'RE amazing!" he sat back down next to me on the log.
"Wait!" realization just hit me. "You fight vampires? Oh good god! Paul what if you- oh Christ! You could get hurt! Paul? Are you listening? YOU COULD GET KILLED!"
Paul's P.O.V.
Her eyes had never looked bigger. I chuckled, she was so cute when she was stressed.
"Relax baby." I kissed her cheek.
"PAUL! It's not funny! You could get hurt! Oh god! What if you get hurt! Holy Jesus! What the hell am I meant to do then? Awwh' crap!" She kneeled onto my lap, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my nose and finally my lips. I wonder if she knew I was faced to face with her boobs? I liked the protective Kim…very much.
"Sweetheart, baby doll, I don't get hurt as bad as you humans." I rolled my eyes. She looked mock offended.
"How rude!" she pecked my lips again.
"There's something else I need to tell you, part of being a werewolf." This was the hard part.
"See, there's this rare thing called imprinting…" I started.
"Like the legends? You know…when a werewolf finds the love of his life?" she absent minded-ly tilted her head in the most cutest way.
"Yeah…like that. I imprinted on you Kim Connweller." I bit my lip to see her reaction.
"So you don't love me…you were forced to love me?" she frowned deeply, pushing her hands backwards.
"NO! No! No! Listen Kim, when you imprint, it just means you want to protect that girl, you want to make that girl happy, make her smile. I fell in love with you when I met you-when I spoke to you."
"So what does this mean Paul?" she bit her lip this time.
"It means I want you to be mine forever…I want to be yours forever…only if you want that of course."
"Forever?" she smiled.
"If you want." I smiled back. Felt good to make her happy.
"Mhh…I'll think about it." She shrugged. I did a fake shocked look.
"I'll convince you." I kissed her fiercely. She gasped parting her lips. I slide my tongue in her mouths, tasting her, concentrating on her heart beat, her waist in my hands. Just her.
"Okay! Okay! I'm yours forever!" she pulled away.
"I knew I could convince you." I kissed her ear.
Kim's P.O.V.
He kissed my ear, sending shivers down my back. He sucked my earlobe. He bit my ear slowly, softly, nibbling, sucking. I moaned loudly. I heard a grumbling from Paul's stomach. I giggled, he kissed my throat.
He picked me up bridal style.
"Paul sweetie, I can walk." I blushed.
"Yeah, me too." He shrugged.
"Not what I meant Paul." We had reached his car, where he placed me in his car, he buckled my seat belt for me, making me feel like a small child.
"I'm not a kid Paul." I complained.
"Yeah… but I like to keep the things most important to me safe." He kissed my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He broke free of my grip and walked around the car into the driver's seat.
"So…how far is this picnic?"
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