Chapter 25 At the movies

Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer- this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute which, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.

Thanks to BanSidhe for betaing

They walked to the cinema; nowhere in Forks was very far from the shop Cadena. He slowed his stride to keep up with her. His hands were pushed inside his jean pockets; he didn't hold her hand. He looked uncomfortable. The whole encounter with the blond girl in the shop had put Bella off balance. She bought tickets to the latest spoof movie while Paul got snacks and drinks.

She sat and ate her popcorn. This was awful. The movie was not very good and she was completely aware of Paul sitting next to her munching on his popcorn. She sat like a block of wood in her seat. Her stomach felt weird; whether it was anxiety or the baby she couldn't tell.

He lifted the arm rest between them and put his arm around her.

"What's the matter?" he whispered in her ear.

"Nothing."

"Okay. Good," and he started to nuzzle at her neck, luckily the mark was on the other side.

"Stop it," she hissed at him.

"Why? Isn't this what people do when they 'date'?"

"What?"

"Make out at the cinema? Jeez Bella, its dark no-one can see… come on…," he wheedled. He pressed her hand against his groin, God was he constantly erect?

Someone shushed them from up the front. They were closest to the back in the cinema.

"You promised," he bit at her ear lobe.

"I did not," but her voice had gone low; her body betraying her.

His hand snuck inside her bra and he hauled her closer to him.

"Get a room," someone shouted.

"Shut the fuck up Jones," snarled Paul.

There was an intake of breath and then a hissed apology, "Sorry man, didn't know it was you."

"Now," he said, "where were we?" He turned his full attention back to her.

She was more off balance now. That guy was frightened of him. Should she be frightened of him? He had never hurt her but … maybe some of what Charlie said was right.

"Bella?" He dragged her onto his lap. "What are you thinking about? You've gone all stiff on me," he chuckled. "I'm the one who is supposed to be stiff here…"

"He's frightened of you," she interrupted.

"Yeah and your point is…?"

"You hurt people."

He just looked at her then he dumped her back in her seat, adjusted his clothing got to his feet and left the cinema.

She sat there for a minute. Oh crap, what had she done? She needed to go to the toilet and the movie was awful so she gathered her things and went after him. She went to the bathroom and came out into the foyer and couldn't see him anywhere. She was lost; she didn't know how to date… and he had tried to get rid of that girl that morning… and she didn't know what to do… and it all got too much and she started to cry.

She was brushing at her eyes with her sleeve and attempting to maintain a low profile, when someone called her name.

She looked up but didn't recognize them immediately. He looked kind of familiar; did they go to high school together? She couldn't remember his name.

"Ha, look at you! All holier than thou, Bella Swan and you get knocked up and dumped by your perfect pretty boy Cullen," the guy sniped at her.

She gaped at him; "You don't know me," she said. Her voice quavered.

"Serves you right," he sneered at her. "You would never even give the time of day to anyone else. Once you were with…" Whatever else he wanted to say was caught in his throat, literally. A russet hand had tightened around his windpipe. His hands clutched at the hand to no avail. He lifted some inches off the ground and his eyes started to bug out.

"Stop it!" Bella screamed. "Let him go!" Nothing happened except now his legs started to flail.

She tried a different tactic. "Please let him go. I don't want you to do this," she begged.

The guy dropped to the floor gasping and clutching at his throat. Bella ignored him. She stared at Paul across the fallen body.

Paul was standing behind him looking at her like he didn't understand her.

"He's right; he didn't say it very politely, but he was right. I did that; I did all of that." She wiped at her face.

"No he's not right." Paul looked down at the guy on the floor. He tried to scoot back away from him. Paul glared at him and leaned over him. "It's my baby; not Cullen's," he told him. "You got a problem with that?"

The guy couldn't speak, just shook his head madly; he looked terrified. His friends had got almost brave enough to approach him. They had gathered quite a crowd and they were murmuring amongst themselves. Bella prayed nobody would take a video on their phone.

"So we're good," Paul told him as he stepped over him. For a second Bella thought he was going to stand on him but he paused with his booted foot held deliberately over the guy's stomach and then carried on. She heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't need Charlie to be called and charge Paul with assault; again.

"Come on," he told her as he put his arm around her shoulder protectively. They left the cinema to walk back to the shop where she had left her truck. Clearly neither wanted to go back to watching the movie.

"You don't need to do that," she told him.

"What defend your honour? He made you cry."

"No I made me cry," she tried to explain.

"What?"

"I was upset because… I thought … I thought I had upset you…" she trailed off.

"I just wanted a blow job."

"Sure sure." He was bluffing, she knew it. "I don't exactly bend in the middle very well anymore," she told him.

Silence.

"And I am also upset because my mother is flying in tonight and I am frightened she will try to 'fix' everything. I didn't tell you this before, but I think she wants me to leave and go live in Arizona with her. I heard Charlie talking on the phone to her."

Paul pulled her closer. "You can't leave." They stopped walking.

"Do you want me to stay?"

He warred with himself and then he muttered, "I don't want you to go."

That was probably as good an answer as she was going to get right now.

"Will you help me then?" she asked.

"How?"

"Behave."

He snorted.

"Don't get into trouble like that," she continued. "I know you were defending me but if Charlie hears about that it will be another black mark next to your name. Lucky he's gone to Port Angeles to pick up Renee."

"He'll still hear," said Paul darkly, "Police radio?"

They walked together a little further. "You promised Billy you'd have the kid here," Paul said.

"Yeah I kind of did, didn't I?"

His voice dropped, "And you promised me I could have you later. Please Bella," he said.

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So she was on her knees in Kathleen's apartment. It was not often that Paul said please and she found herself unable to resist. And really, he had defended her honour even if it was to correct a mislabelling of the baby's father.

He sat on the bed watching her intently. His eyes had darkened when she dragged him in the door of the shop and took the key from Kathleen without comment. Was that woman psychic or what?

He shucked off his boots but then let her undress him in silence, running her hands all over his beautiful skin. She loved the feel of him; so strong and so soft at the same time; and so warm. He smelt amazing. Her increased sense of smell with the pregnancy made him more attractive to her. She ran her face all over him and for once, he didn't push her. She was taking her time with him. He was hairless except for a soft trail that ran down to his groin. She kissed down it and heard his sharp inhale. He was lying on the bed, leaning back on his elbows; it also stopped him grabbing her as he was usually eager to do. He was keeping his hands to himself today.

She on the other hand, had hers wrapped around his hard length. He reached one arm up and pulled her hair elastic out; gently tugging it out until her long hair cascaded round her shoulders. She shook her head and he groaned as her hair fell across his cock. Ah, so he liked that.

She leaned forward and kissed the end of his cock; he hissed in appreciation. She opened her mouth and sucked the end of him inside; swirling her tongue around the head. Her hair fell around his groin. He resisted thrusting; she could see his abs twitch. She rubbed across them with one hand and gripped the base of his cock hard with the other hand. She hummed and licked under the head. Then she sucked him hard into her mouth; swirling her tongue again. She worked him in and out her mouth; sucking and blowing along his length as he moaned and clutched at the sheets with his hands.

She slid her tongue into the slit on the end and he swore. She sucked him in again and swallowed him down as deep as she could. She loved doing this to him. He swore again as she got almost his entire length down her throat. She hummed again and he lost it. She pulled her head back and swallowed him down as he exploded in her mouth. After a minute or so, his hand cradled the side of her face. She couldn't read whatever was in his eyes. He pulled her up against his chest and hugged her.

She was still dressed and it struck her as kind of erotic that he was naked and she was dressed. He must have had the same idea because he didn't let her undress. His hands were under her skirt and his nimble fingers slipped in the edge of her panties; pushing them aside. His other hand locked on the back of her head and pulled her mouth against his. He didn't seem to care that she tasted of him. His fingers thrust inside her as he gave her a bruising kiss. She was already so wet but his fingers thrusting and pumping inside her made her even wetter. His thumb stroked over her clitoris and she ground herself onto his hand.

He started to talk low and quickly, "Imagine Bella…we could have done this in the cinema …with everyone there… hearing me… make you come… hearing my fingers slide in and out of your hot wet pussy…" He was kissing up and down her neck as he spoke.

She was kind of glad she hadn't let him do this in the cinema; there was no way she could have stayed quiet. She was making little mewling noises; trying to breathe. He was already hard again. Her panties finally got in the way and he tore them apart. She would probably have a mark on her hip but she didn't care. She pulled her own skirt up out of the way and he plunged into her.

She froze, her arms were around his neck and she was leaning back slightly to give her tummy room.

"Bella?" he queried. She panted but didn't move. He waited for her, watching her closely. Then she inhaled, her eyes closed and she smiled slowly. She couldn't explain it; it was like she wasn't whole unless he was inside her. Unhurriedly she started to lift herself. His arms snaked up her back and locked onto her shoulders; pulling her down hard onto him.

"Oh …Paul…" she breathed.

"That's my girl," he told her.

She opened her eyes and worked so hard to maintain eye contact with him but she couldn't. She rode him, pushing against his naked shoulders and running her hands up and down his chest. She tried pinching his nipple and he gasped and smirked at her. His hand reached for her clit and she thrust herself against him, shuddering as she came and he thrust up into her filling her as she clenched around him.

They ground themselves together and came down from the high. She sat on his lap with her forehead pressed against his, feeling him still inside her and his hands rubbing her back. She had to work this out somehow; she needed him, the little guy needed him. Her father hated him and he was a complete ass, but she had to work this out.

FF_2154210_ - 14/10/2010 01:09:00 PM