My Jake was barking and snapping at whoever was grabbing me. I bit their hand and rolled off the bed and picked up a shoe lying on the floor and threw it at the intruder's head as hard as I could.
"Ow!" The intruder yelled angrily. "And please shut your dog up!"
"P- Paul? OH! I am so sorry! Did I hurt you?? And why do you insist on freaking me out today?" I scolded him. Then I ran back over to him and shoved him off of the bed. "What is wrong with you? Shesh. You can just go on back to the couch. Who told you that you could come in here? Not me. Surely not Jake. Go." I even pointed my finger towards the door.
"What? This is my room! Are you trying to kick me out of my own room?" Paul's eyes were so dark when he got angry. He had no reason to be angry with me! I am the one who got freaked out again so it's perfectly natural for me to be angry.
"Yep. You said I could sleep in here and you would be on the couch. You can't just change it up. Especially while I am asleep, Paul. If you would prefer to be in here, Jake and I can go sleep on the couch. Which will it be?" I reasoned with him.
"Your hair looks pretty when you wake up," he grinned mischievously at me. "I like when your cheeks are flushed like that, too."
"Hey, hey! No. I am so not doing this now." I would love to do this, just not right now. Crankily I told him, "So I guess I will just go sleep on the couch with Jakey. 'Night."
"Wait. I'm sorry. Of course you can sleep in here. I'll go sleep on the couch." He caught my arm and pulled me back to him. "Can't I have a good night kiss?"
"No. I am grouchy and I want to sleep. Maybe in the morning if I'm in a kissing mood," I told him and then stuck out my tongue.
"You better be. Or else we will both be cranky. And we don't want that now do we?" He pecked me real quick and then ran out the door.
I giggled and then yelled, "Paul! Not fair!", then went to bed again but this time it was a peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.
In the morning, I rolled around and stretched to wake up when I bumped into something. It growled back at me. Jake. Hah.
"Oops sorry Jakey," I told him.
Man grunt.
"Ahh!" It was Paul next to me! How did he sneak in again? That little punk. And where was Jake? "Paul! Where's Jakey?"
That's when I heard him whining. Not Paul, but Jake. "Oh! Baby! I'm coming!" He was outside of the room and he looked so sad. That jerk but Jakey out! "Aw you poor thing! Were you all by yourself all night? Ugh. Paul."
"Yes?" I heard him say from behind me.
"Paul, how could you put Jake out like that? It's cold and he was perfectly fine on the bed with me. Why would you move him?" I scolded him.
"He was snapping at me. Of course I put him out. Was I supposed to just let him bite me? Not that it would hurt for me, but I was just thinking of the mutt," he grinned at me.
"I'm glad he was snapping at you! You deserve it! Why were you in there in the first place?" I asked him with narrowed eyes, a brow raised, and my arms crossed in a defensive manner.
"I can't believe you want me to be harassed by your mutt! I thought you liked me," Paul acted all sad. Psh. As if I believe that crap.
I decided to just stomp off instead of argue any more. I was getting sick of fighting with Paul. It's not either one of us enjoys arguing. So why do we do it? I, at least, can try to play nicer. If what he says about imprinting is true, then aren't we going to have to learn how to get along for the rest of our lives? Sheesh. Forever is a long time. Why not start now?
I turned around to go back to where Paul was. I jumped into his arms and kissed him.
"Well, now. So did I win that argument or what?" he told me.
"Shut up and kiss me." Dang I was so demanding now. He better get used to it.
"No need to tell me twice."
Later, we decided to go to the movies and watch Sherlock Holmes which had just come out. We were sitting in a basically empty movie theater (never happened back home) so we had good seats in the middle. The previews started so I snuggled up to Paul just to get comfortable. He, however, attacked me right in the middle of the theater! We were making out like a couple of love struck teens in a novel! I blushed and tried to push him off, but man was he strong. I tried to get his attention to get him off of me before someone saw us but he wasn't even paying attention to anything but my mouth.
When I managed to catch my breath I successfully pushed him away. He had a hurt look on his face, so I leaned over and caressed his face and pushed his hair back so I could see his eyes. His hair had gotten longer so it covers his big brown eyes. I then gently pecked him and whispered in his ear, "Not here. I promised you last night that if I was in a better mood..." and grinned at him.
"Oh. Well. You sure you want to see this movie?" he asked with a hopeful look on his face.
"I do. You can wait until we get home in a few hours from now. If I can, then you can too."
I picked up his hand and put mine in his and curled into him. The movie had started and I could already feel Paul's fingers twitching. I tightened my grip to stop him but then he just started to twitch his leg. "Paul. Stop twitching."
"What? I'm not twitching," he told me.
"Hm. Well then stop moving around. I really want to see this movie." It looked good from the commercials, but I was actually anxious to get home, too. "Please? For me?"
"Ugh. Fine. But you owe me," Paul warned me with a brow lifted. I grinned in response and squeezed his hand.
"Thanks babe."
"Babe? Is that what you call me now?" he asked with a smile. "And what shall I call you?"
"You can call me Lena, mister. And I will call you Paul. Or Paul-y if you prefer."
"Why can't I call you babe? And Paul-y sounds girly and I am a man," he proved it by pounding his chest like Tarzan. I guess that would prove masculinity. Hah!
"Fine. I'll call you Paul then. And no, you cannot call me 'babe'. It's disrespectful. Remember how you're supposed to treat me as an equal? Would you call one of your buddies 'babe'?" I asked him. When he responded with a gagging motion, I added, "Yeah, that's what I thought. What's wrong with calling me by my name? Is 'Lena' ugly or something? It's my Maw Maw's name."
"No! It's a beautiful name. Just like you. But calling you babe or honey is more personal. I like calling you those names. Do you really hate it when I call you babe?" Paul asked me.
"No. I'm just making a point. I'm sorry. You can call me whatever makes you happy," I smiled sweetly at him.
I mean, as long as he isn't calling me horrible names, 'babe' and 'honey' are just fine with me. It's kind of like he's marking his territory on me though, you know? I read in a magazine that when guys give you stuff it's like making everyone sure that he possesses you. Reminds me of a collar and tag on a dog. When people see a dog with a collar and tag, they know it has an owner. Same with jewelry on women. You see a ring on a woman's ring finger and you know that she's taken. So when Paul calls me 'babe' it makes me think that if anyone heard him, they would know that I'm his. And when we hold hands or if he puts his arm around me, it's a possessive thing. Guys just do it. It's programmed in their heads. I guess as long as he doesn't like get mad or anything if I talk to another person and grab me and be all "Step off my woman! Miiinnnee!", then I'm fine.
"'Kay. Good. Babe," Paul smiled wolfishly down at me.
"No need to sass me. I can take back my promise you know..." I really didn't want to do that, but I would to prove my point. I feel like finally I've got some control in our relationship. Or whatever you call what's between us.
"You wouldn't. You can't take back a promise." He then leaned in close and said, "Neither of us would like it if you took it back. Correct?"
My mind kind of blanked when he got close to me so I stared and then shook my head clear. "Uhm.. oh. Um. Yeah. Right."
Paul chuckled and then looked at me for a moment and then right before I thought he would kiss me, he turned his head and acted like he was watching the movie.
I playfully slapped him (we all know what happened when I punched him in the arm) and turned to watch the movie as well.
I eventually fell asleep on his shoulder during the middle. It was a cool movie but I was just so sleepy. It was dark and Paul was warm and I just drifted off. I was starting to feel like a baby, falling asleep everywhere and any time!
I remember feeling Paul pick me up gently so he wouldn't wake me. I also remember being put in bed like a baby, him kissing my forehead, and whispering, "'Night, Love."
Love? Hmm... Sounds nice... And I finally dozed off into dreams of running through the woods next to my Paul... and then all of the sudden something jumps out and I don't see Paul anymore. AH!