Rating: T/M for implied sexy times
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Paul/ OC - KeKe
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Summary: He knew he was taking a risk but he couldn't be without her any more.
Prompt: 'Break the Rules.'
Word-Count: 621 – I tried I really did!
A/N: Follow-on from Alternative Therapies.
He'd woken up to the smell of coffee and a fully dressed KeKe about to rush out the door.
"Oh good, you're up. I have to go to work but I'll leave my keys. I don't know what time I'll be back, but I've left my number."
With that she was gone.
XxX
Paul took the keys and explored the city. His wolf was on edge, knowing she was near but not with him. The man was no country bumpkin but this place was certainly not La Push. The aromas tormented him and he indulged his appetite, choosing the inexpensive vendors. He followed his nose around, watching the people go by, unsure how long he would be on his own.
He could imagine himself and KeKe doing the tourist thing and seeing the sights.
XxX
It was late when he heard the door click open and footsteps along the hall, heading his way. He watched as she stripped off, lifting the quilt as she slipped in and he pulled her into his chest.
The pattern carried on for the next four days.
On the sixth, he was in the supermarket when his phone rang off.
"As of 12:30 today, my work is complete. We're all going out to celebrate."
He made his way back, meeting her at the entrance. The smile on her face was infectious as they reached her door, their eyes hooded with lust and want.
XxX
They reached the restaurant after everyone else had arrived. He opened the menu to find that there were no prices listed.
When he pointed this out, KeKe shrugged it off.
"Don't worry about it. Pick what you want. It's on me." She addressed the group. "This is your only chance to get your own back for those seventeen hour days!"
"How's the lobster?"
"Where's the Dom Perion!"
Laughter echoed but he didn't feel right. Call him old fashioned, but he believed in going Dutch at the very least.
"KeKe?"
She sighed, meeting him head on. "Look Paul, this is what we're going to do. You are going to join in and pick what you want. Call it revenge for abandoning you these last few days." He went to protest. "Then tomorrow, we can do the tourist thing and you can pick where we eat and I'll even let you go Dutch. Deal?"
He smirked. "I pay or no deal."
She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Jeez, men are so complicated. You should live a little Paul. Break the rules."
XxX
The next day more than lived up Paul's expectations of the perfect date.
They went for breakfast and had mimosas. KeKe had arranged for them to get a helicopter ride of the city. She agreed to go Dutch.
They had street food for lunch, strolling through the parks, taking a buggy ride and calling in on any shop that caught their eye.
They ended the night with a show before dinner and drinks, returning to the apartment for lazy loving.
XxX
It was mid-morning when they arrived at the airport, and instead of heading for the departures, they made straight for the runway, a car waiting for to take them to the private jet. Paul was feeling more small town than ever and could only watch as she charmed the pilot into loading their luggage before taking her seat.
"Not that I don't appreciate the privacy, but why a jet?"
"I hate my luggage being limited and haven't you ever thought of joining the mile-high club?"
He saw her eyes signal the room in the back. She leant in closer, "It's a bedroom Paul. Let's see how much turbulence we can cause!"
Paul knew in that moment, he'd died and gone to Heaven!