Yeah I know, I know... I haven't updated this is FOREVER... and I really have no excuse but I am back to writing this story in full force! I really really hope all my readers come back to this story I am so sorry once again!

Yes this is short but the next chapter will be REALLY long and I thought my readers would enjoy reading this one! And the lemon will be out soon in another story... I hope. Oh well I hope you like this!

La Victorie

"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."

~Judy Garland~

The sun that filled the room pulled me from my comfortable sleep. I knew if I opened my eyes I would be completely blind so I didn't open my eyes. Swallowing I winced at how raw my throat felt. As my senses started flooding back to me I noticed how hot I was, I was sweating to much for my liking. I tried to move but something was holding me down. Slowly I opened my eyes half way not wanting to have my eyes burnt by the offending sun. Looking down I saw Paul fast asleep his heavy arm holding me down in place.

A sigh escaped my lips, when Paul had his arm around me there was no reason to try to move, I was stuck. Laying back I moved my legs slightly and sucked in a sharp breath as the slight sting in my lower area. I closed my eyes and laid my head back on Paul's shoulder. How could I have forgotten what we did lastnight...

Laying back against Paul I became suddenly aware of how much of our bare bodies were touching. Closing my eyes I let my mind wonder back to last night, I should have known that I would be sore from it, no way on earth was I going through that much pain and not having it come back again later. Letting a soft smile come to my face I remembered the way his hands trailed down my scars, how he had seen the entire damage of the scars and not once did his look turn to one of disgust. That had been my biggest fear last night. What would he say or do when he actually saw them. I had wanted to push him away but he never showed any hint of an unsatisfying look when he saw me.

I didn't notice his breathing change but I did notice when he spoke, "Morning." he muttered as my head flashed up to look at him. "You didn't wake me" his voice was rough, just as he sounded every morning when he woke up.

Clearing my throat I shook my head letting the smile stay on my face, "You looked so peaceful and I was busy with my own thoughts, besides you always seem to know when I wake up and get up on your own whether I want you to or not." Swallowing again I tried to get rid of the dry mouth but it wasn't working. I felt my face heat up, the only time my throat got irritated this way was when I screamed.

Groaning he pulled his arm off of me and sat up in the bed. Quickly I reached for the covers and pulled them up as they started to fall off my chest. Paul chuckled watching me as I looked up at him with a glare, "What are you afraid I'm going to see you?" my glare did nothing to stop the smirk that etched it's way onto his lips. "I saw all of you last night lala." fighting the urge to reach up and hit him I simply sat up still holding the blanket over me wincing slightly at the soreness in my body. He looked at me with wide eyes, "Are you okay?" he asked quickly.

Rolling my eyes I laughed, "I'm just sore stupid, you should know that." he opened his mouth and I held my hand up. "You say your sorry for hurting me I will kill you. You said it enough last night, I know you didn't mean to hurt me!" As he sunk back against the wall I let a triumphant smirk come to my lips. I knew he was going to say sorry. But I really didn't want to hear it again, I knew sex hurt the first time and I was prepared but Paul seemed to have forgotten that because the only words out of his mouth for five minutes was 'I'm sorry'.

"Yeah, I know I said it a lot but the look on your face was to much." Resisting the urge to roll my eyes again I moved over to him leaning against his chest keeping the blanket pulled over my chest. He moved his arm under the blanket pulling me to him wrapping his arm around my waist. I sucked in a sharp breath as his warm arm touched my bare stomach. "I love you Alani" he muttered pressing his lips to a scar on my shoulder.

Leaning my head on his I smiled, "I love you too." I felt him grin against my shoulder and before my mind could process what had happened I was laying flat on my back and he was hovering over me. "What the hell do you think your doing?" I asked raising an eyebrow as he grinned down at me. I shifted slightly trying to get out from under him but he wasn't having it.

Smirking he let out a laugh as his lips came down on mine. "I just want to see you like this." he said softly as his eyes roamed over my face.

Narrowing my eyes I pushed his head away from me, "You perv!" I held his head away as far as he could before he shook his head moving back to where it had been as if I wasn't trying to hold him away.

Letting out a light growl he pressed his lips to mine again muttering against my lips, "No you idiot." he pulled his lips from mine, "You look so innocent is what I meant. I always think you look breakable but you look more so than ever now." He grinned, "You look cute." Paul quickly moved his head away from me knowing I would try to hit him.

Sitting up I reached out to hit him but he moved to far away, "I do not look cute, I despise looking cute!" I crossed my arms over my chest looking away from him.

His heavy laughter filled the air and I couldn't stop myself from looking over at him. "Hate being called cute or not you do. And it's not a bad thing Lala." letting out a sigh I let my stare soften. His face pulled into a grin and kissed me lightly. Placing both of my hands against his chest pushing him away. Paul seemed to get the hint and rolled off of me taking the blankets with him.

Groaning I covered my chest with my arms glaring at him once again, "Paul Walker!" I yelled as his laughter once again filled my ears. Shaking my head I pulled part of the blanket away to cover myself. "You did that on purpose!" shaking my head.

Paul grinned and reached over moving some of my hair out of my face. "So what if I did?" he raised an eyebrow. He looked over at the clock and groaned, "We need to get up and dressed before my mom gets here." I could tell by the tone in his voice he didn't want to have to get up but we both knew Ella would be home soon.

Taking the covers with me I stood up picking my clothes up off the floor. I walked over to his dresser grabbing a shirt I had left here a few days ago when he poured soda all over me. Looking back I quickly looked away, he was laying in the same spot he had been not bothering to cover his unclothed body. My eyes landed on a spot with dried blood and I looked up at him doing my best to keep my eyes on his face.

He seemed to know what I was going to say before I said anything. "It's no big I'll wash them and say I spilled something on them don't worry." I nodded slowly stepping out of the room and into the bathroom. Setting the blanket down I started getting dressed, I figured I'd just have Paul throw my other shirt in with his sheets. After getting all my clothes on I grabbed the brush from the sink and started brushing the tangled mess I called my hair. I couldn't help but laugh at my 'sex hair'. I stopped laughing as I noticed the giant purple spot that was on my neck.

Leaning my head down against the edge of the sink rolling my eyes. Of course, he bit me last night and of course it was in a noticeable place. I had no makeup to cover it so everyone would see it. Setting everything back where it was I walked back into Paul's room laying his blanket on his bed. He had taken the sheet to the laundry room so I walked back to the room. He was wearing only his shorts as he usually did. I tossed my shirt at him and he put it in with the sheet.

When he turned to look at me I was scowling, "What?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Don't what me you left a huge mark on my neck you jackass!" I pointed to the spot on my neck still glaring at him.

He nodded looking at it for a second, "Oh well it's just like a symbol that your mine." he shrugged walking out of the laundry room.

Quickly I followed him and stepped in front of him, "They aren't the ones I'm worried about idiot! My parents and your mom can see it just as clearly as you can Paul. You don't think they are going to ask questions and probably know how I got I?" I raised an eyebrow as his shoulders feel. He stepped to me running one of his hands slowly around the mark making me wince from the slight sensitivity.

"If you want me to I can get some of my moms makeup so you can try to cover it." He shook his head, "Sorry."

Closing my eyes I groaned and grabbed his hand but he pulled it away and went into his mothers bathroom. It didn't feel right going into Ella's room so I waited outside the door. When he came out he handed me the powder walking into the living room not looking at me as he did. Clenching my fists I walked into the living room after him shutting off the T.V he had turned on. Looking down at him I could see that he was angry, and maybe upset? I couldn't tell now he was focusing on anything in the room besides me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I snapped. I was used to his mood swigs I thought but this time he had totally thrown me off guard. Nothing I could recall saying or doing should have set him off but it seems that I had.

His eyes shifted up at me then he looked away shaking his head, "You should have just said no last night and let me take you home." I opened my mouth to yell at him, why was he saying that? "If you were going to regret it then you should have fucking stopped me!" He was shaking lightly as he spoke but the tone of his voice made it clear that he was more upset that anything. I stood listening to him with my mouth open not believing what he was saying. "I never would have fucking touched you Alani!"

"And if I didn't want you to I wouldn't have stopped you Paul?" I let my arms hang at my sides. "What the hell made you think I regretted sleeping with you?" For some reason I couldn't bring myself to scream at him.

He let out a loud scoff and looked at me, "Well there was the thoughts you were having this morning you looked so spaced out about, holding the blanket to cover you, you getting mad at me for laying on you, being called a perv, how mad you got over the stupid bite mark! Want me to keep going?" I let out a laugh and fell in the seat next to him.

"Paul,this morning I was amazed that you had seen my scars and you still looked at me the same as you did before. Second I've never had anyone see me with out a shirt on and I feel uncomfortable seeing myself topless let alone you. The whole laying on me and calling you a perv was a joke." I closed my eyes taking a deep breath, wasn't he able to see this all for himself? "And with the mark my parents are going to flip out and be pretty pissed at me." Reaching out I put my small hand on his large one. "I could never regret that, I can't believe you thought I did..."

I leaned my forehead on his shoulder and let the frown set on my face, "I am horrible at reading you..." he muttered letting out a sigh.

Looking up at him I rolled my eyes, I think that was his apology. "No just stop over reacting to everything." I pulled away from him and looked up at his face. "You always do that Paul, jump to conclusions. I hate it when you don't give me time to talk." He closed his eyes and clenched his fist.

Nodding slowly he looked at me out of the corners of his eyes, "Are you mad at me?"

Rolling my eyes I leaned back against the couch. "No I'm not mad but annoyed is different than mad" he looked confused for a moment but I could tell he was trying not to show it. Biting the inside of my lip I grabbed his hand, "It means I'm annoyed Paul."

Scoffing he looked away from me, "I knew that!" As he said that I couldn't stop the laugh that came out of my mouth. "Your a bitch you know that?" he asked turning back to me.

Still laughing I nodded and leaned up kissing him, "Yes and you love me!" He smirked putting his hands on my hips.

"True..." he pulled me into his kissing me again. "Not sure why though" rolling my eyes he kissed me again. Suddenly he took his hands off my hips and leaned back against the couch groaning. Pulling my eyebrows together I looked at him. "I hope that's not for me." he muttered so quietly I almost didn't hear him. I moved off him as he growled standing up.

I followed him as I heard a knock on the door, Paul yanked it open standing face to face with Sam. I waved as Paul groaned, "Sorry Paul, Collin's mom is having a baby." A frown came to my face, Paul had to take over for Collin. "Hey Alani."

Grinning I nodded, "Hey Sammy." I laughed at the look on his face.

"Can't someone else do it instead of me?" Paul was irritated, I could hear it as plain as day in his voice. "I'm not supposed to run until tomorrow."

"Embry was going to but I went by to get him and his mom was already screaming at him about something." I rolled my eyes, I was really starting to not like that woman.

Paul nodded and Sam turned around and left. I let a small pout come to my lips as he looked down at me. "I hate this." I muttered burying my face in his chest. His hands ran through my hair as I tilted my head to look up at him, "Will you go to my house when you get off?"

Nodding he leaned down kissing the top of my head, "You know I will." He pulled away from me walking over to the counter picking up his keys. "Take my truck I'll come get it when I get off Patrols." he leaned down and kissed me. "I love you."

"I love you too." I smiled slightly watching him walk out the back door his frame slightly shaking. I closed my eyes as I heard the ripping sound thankful he had only been wearing his shorts. I knew he didn't have any shoes left and Ella would be pissed if he screwed them up. As I looked at his keys I realized one thing, I hated his stupid patrols.

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