26. Snatch
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 that, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.
AN: warning… back into very adult territory… and yes, I know snatch means something entirely different in different slangs…
WARNING: I know that menstrual blood is taboo for a few religions like Muslims and Jews… if it offends you, skip this chapter. Come back in chapter 29. I'll add a missed story note … snorks… like there is any story…
In the morning she understood why she had felt so odd and had been so emotional the night before; she was getting her period. Brilliant! a whole weekend to spend with Paul… maybe… if that's what he wanted to do, and she was out of action. She had been going to tell Charlie she was going to stay with him for the weekend. She was over 18, it wasn't 'under' Charlie's roof and he would just have to deal with it. Charlie had met him and given his grudging approval; at least he hadn't said anything negative nor had he spouted out his criminal record for her, so she had to assume he didn't have one.
Yeah well… so much for the 'stay the night' theory.
Not that she had actually asked Paul… like he would say 'no'? But she probably should ask him. She had a shift at Newtons this morning.
She stood there checking her calendar and she suddenly realised that this whole heated affair had been going on for all of two weeks. Saturday 11th March was the day Paul had phased in front of her. Two weeks. How many times had they had sex in the last two weeks? She ought to be glad she was getting a period. That would just be an added complication her life didn't need.
She went down to have some breakfast. Chatted to Charlie and headed off to Newtons.
She was tidying up the oars and stuff in the boating area when her phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hey." It was Paul.
"Hey yourself."
"You coming out?"
"I didn't ask Charlie…"
"You need to ask?"
"I'm a girl; it's different for girls," she blustered. "And besides…" she was so embarrassed. "I'm … kind of…"
"What's the matter?" he interrupted. "You okay?"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you… it's just … I'vegotmyperiod," she said in a rush.
He laughed; it sounded relieved. "Ahhh Izzy," he chortled. "Have I taught you nothing?"
"Ahh … I …"
"All kinds of ways to finish," he reminded her of one of their early discussions.
Now she remembered. "You are not going anywhere near my armpit," she told him.
He laughed again. "Maybe I can do the redwings?" he said in that devilish voice.
She didn't even know what that was, but it sounded … ugh… "I do NOT want to know what that is!"
He laughed again. She was just freaking hilarious today.
"Pack for an overnighter," he ordered.
"Okay," she agreed.
"Come out when you're ready. I've got patrol, but Seth and maybe Jared will be at the house. Make yourself at home."
She felt warm inside; she could sleep with him. Just as she had wanted to do. "I'd like to stay," she confessed. Her head was tucked down to the side, curled around the phone a little. She had completely forgotten she was at work.
"Bella!" Mike reprimanded. "Is that a personal call?"
"Oopsies… gotta go," she said to Paul. "Sorry Mike. Won't happen again," she said to Mike. And she hung up.
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She was driving out to la Push. She felt oddly grown up. Her plan to just tell Charlie had worked. She had only needed to point out to him three times that she was eighteen now. She was going to spend the weekend with her boyfriend. That description just didn't seem to suit him; it was so high school… even if they both still were in high school. She had packed some homework after all. He needed something far more adult. She practiced it in her head. 'This is Paul; my lover' No.
'Paul; my …' What was he? Her fuck buddy?
And more importantly, what was she to him? She knew it had sort of spiralled off from just fucking to something else. His wolf loved her, he had said. Oh. She caught herself. She was thinking the 'F' word and not blushing… she laughed out loud. She was so funny today, she even made herself laugh.
Seth came bounding out of the house. She had met him once at a dinner at the Blacks in January, with all the Clearwaters. She remembered Jake teasing Billy about bottled pasta sauce. The physical difference in Seth was enormous. He still looked gangly, as if he had some growing left to do. She couldn't imagine how much bigger he would get; he seemed big enough already.
"Bella," he greeted her as she clambered out of her truck.
He swooped her up into a close approximation of a Jake hug. It made her miss her best friend for a second.
"Seth."
He grabbed her bag and hauled her into the house chatting animatedly the whole time. It seemed they were having a Guy Ritchie movie evening. They had plenty of food, mega bulk heaps of popcorn and he had brought over some bean bags because Paul's couch was officially the worst on the rez. There was more, but she gave up trying to keep up.
She excused herself and wandered down to Paul's room to put her bag down, once she had wrestled it off Seth. She looked at Paul's rumpled bed and had almost a hot flash; heat flooded through her body as she had a memory of being in that bed with him. She bent down from the waist and pressed her face into the sheets. He wanted it to smell like her, but she thought it smelt like him. She inhaled deeply and stood up.
As she did, she saw Seth watching her intently in the doorway. She hadn't heard him; they could all move so silently.
She blushed furiously and fanned herself with her hand. "I… just… needed that." She had no idea why she told him that. It looked pretty weird for her to be sniffing the sheets.
There was a flash of something in his face; a glimpse of how he would look when he was older. He nodded. He seemed to understand. He gave her a small smile. "I didn't know it was like that…" he said cryptically.
She rubbed her face and went to the bathroom; anything to overcome her momentary embarrassment. She came out and went to the kitchen.
"Do you want a hot drink, Seth?"
"No thanks." But he leant against the wall and chatted to her while she made coffee. She asked him about Leah and Sam, and got more info out of him in half an hour than she had got out of Paul in weeks. She decided Seth would have to be her go-to guy for wolf pack gossip.
"How's Jake?" she asked him tentatively.
He gave her a look. "He's okay. Sulky. He doesn't understand why you are doing…"
"Paul," she finished for him.
"I was going to say 'what you are doing'," he blustered.
She laughed.
"Charlie said he's been in love with me since he was six."
"Yeah."
So why didn't he say anything? She thought that, she didn't say it out loud. Guy code probably didn't allow Seth to explain it to her either. Now she knew about guy code.
Seth was watching her. "He kind of missed his chance, huh?"
"Yeah… I suppose he did." If he had gone home with her, instead of letting her go alone, he would have been with her when Paul came to apologise and none of it would have happened. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that. She sipped her coffee.
No.
She would not give up the last two weeks for anything. Not even for Jake.
And she wasn't finished with Paul yet. Not by a long shot.
And speaking of the devil; he appeared, jogging across the back yard out of the forest; nude.
"Hey," he greeted them as he came in the back door.
"Paul…" she waved wordlessly at his naked body.
He laughed. "Nothing you haven't seen before." He kissed her. Seth seemed completely unaffected by him.
"We used to see a lot of naked Paul," Seth explained. "Busting out of his clothes all the time." He looked at the two of them standing in the kitchen. "Huh," he said as if he had just worked something out. Paul frowned at him.
"Later babe." He smacked her on the ass and strutted down the hallway. She watched him go of course, and he knew that she did.
"The last time he did that, I nearly ran into a door," she told Seth.
He laughed. She thought she heard Paul laugh too.
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They made a ton of sandwiches for a snack, cooked a mountain of popcorn and settled down to watch movies. They started with 'Lock stock and two smoking barrels'. She laughed so hard, she almost hurt herself. Jared didn't show up and nobody cared.
Paul had pulled her on top of him in the bean bag and splayed his hands across her stomach. He was like a hot water bottle; warming her aching back and easing her cramps at the front. Seth took on the fetch and carry job enthusiastically; like he seemed to do everything.
He put in the next movie, 'Snatch'. She could not believe Brad Pitt's accent as an Irish gypsy; it was unintelligible. But it was funny too. She winced in the fight scenes.
"So who plays Turkish?" she asked.
"Jason Statham," Paul answered. "He's cool."
"Does his own driving and his own stunts," added Seth.
Paul spoke, "Guy Ritchie challenged him to sell perfume in a street once and he used to be a diver or something too."
"Internationals," said Seth. "British team. At least that is what I heard."
"Really? He's got a good body," Bella said. Both guys glared at her. "What?"
"Oh that is it! Go home Seth," said Paul.
"Yep," Seth ran.
"What? I can't look at another guy?" she blustered.
"No," he answered shortly. He hoisted them both out of the beanbag, shifted her around to carry her easily and started towards the bedroom.
She stroked the hair at the back of his neck as he carried her. "Are you jealous?"
He made some grumbly noise.
"I am never going to fuck Jason Statham," she told him.
He grinned at her. "No. I wouldn't let you. See how long his diver muscles stand up to a pissed off werewolf," Paul grumbled.
She giggled. "You're so cute when you are protective."
He looked at her suddenly. There was so much heat in that glance; she could have burnt to a crisp. And something else she couldn't identify.
"Izzy… is… mine."
"Yes." She kissed him. She kissed him hard.
His hands started undressing her and she pulled at his clothing. She slapped her hands onto the sides of her panties, before he pulled those off too.
"Just… let me… keep those," she begged.
"You don't want me to get a towel?"
She frowned.
"All right," he agreed. But then his voice changed into that voice, "So what are you offering instead?"
Feeling possessed, she stood in as close to him as she could, looked up at him and slid her hand around his cock; giving it a gentle tug. "Can I try again?"
"Hell yeah…"
She dropped to her knees. His hand was in her hair again, cupping the back of her head. He was there, hard and ready; twitching a little with his heart beat. She hugged herself in against him, rubbing her hair all over his skin, and rubbed her face all around his groin. She kissed and licked him everywhere except there; nibbled on his hip bones and ran her hands up and down his thighs and all over his ass. He shifted his legs apart a little and she slid a hand between his legs and held his testicles in her palm. The skin was unbelievably soft. They felt so different to anything else on his body.
"Please…" she heard him beg.
She smiled to herself and moved over to his quivering eagerness. She licked him. She nibbled on him now; up and down the sides of that long hard length. She rubbed her hair all over him. And then she slid him into her mouth. So hot.
He made a noise when she finally locked her lips around him. She still couldn't fit all of him in her mouth. She compressed her lips and made a few tentative strokes in and out. Kept her tongue low in her mouth and her teeth out of the way. She tried to look up at him. He stared down at her; watched everything she did. She deliberately pulled her head back and let him fall wetly out of her mouth. His cock dipped a little as if it tried to follow her. She held him in her hand and studied it. She poked her tongue out and slid the tip of her tongue into the groove in the end of his cock. He groaned.
She could taste him now. She was still uncertain about letting him go in her mouth. Something must have crossed her face that he understood. He reached down and pulled her to her feet.
"Got an idea," he told her. He nodded at the bed. "On your back," he instructed.
She climbed onto the bed and lay their expectantly. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her down the bed a little, off the pillows.
He climbed onto the bed and straddled her. He bent down and kissed her. She relaxed a little. She trusted him, but she had no idea what he was doing. He pulled back from the kiss and started to move up her body. He could have sat on her waist now. His knees were splayed out a little and almost under her armpits. His cock was right in front of her face. She slid her arms up his muscled thighs.
She decided to just ask him. "What do I do?" she asked.
He leant off sideways and grabbed a bottle from the side table. It was some kind of lubricant. He gave the top of the pump a push and the liquid fell onto her chest right between her breasts. She shivered a little; it was cold. He pushed his thighs in against her ribs and her breasts pushed together. He held his cock down with one hand and slid it into the now moist, gap between her breasts.
She looked up at him; he looked so big, so dominant; he towered over her. She was trapped between his thighs and she felt so excited by that. He could probably hear her heart rate and smell her excitement, as he always did.
He gave her a raffish smile. He lifted his thighs and slid back a little. The lubricant eased the movement and it started to feel warmer. He slid forward. He shifted his hand to grip the headboard; the other still held his cock down in place.
She understood that the warmth and wetness probably simulated how it felt for him to penetrate her. And he was so close to her face; that excited them both. She reached up and tried to push her breasts closer together for him. They weren't that big, but they could do the job.
"Good girl," he told her. He made another stroke. "Oh yeah… Izzy… like that…"
With each forward stroke the end of his cock got very close to her face. She tilted her head down and opened her mouth. The next forward stroke he made, she licked the end.
He groaned.
The end started to spit a little now. He made a couple more sliding strokes and she licked him when she got the timing right. He groaned loudly, and then he came all over chest. It pooled at her clavicle and dripped down the sides of her neck.
He was looking down at her, panting slightly and he had the oddest look on his face. It looked almost possessive. She thought she understood.
"The wolf," she said. At least she suspected he had something to do with that look.
"Yeah," he admitted. "Just branded your scent zones." Just the way she did when she gushed all over him.
He chuckled.
"Don't say I never give you anything," he laughed.
"I don't understand."
He slid back down her body so that he could kiss her again.
"I just gave you a 'pearl necklace'," he told her.
Her hand reached up to her throat instinctively. She could feel the beads of his translucent ejaculate. "Yeah… you did," she agreed.
He looked overjoyed that she hadn't gone ewww or panicked on him. She was learning.
"Come in the shower and I will look after you," he offered.
"Yes please."
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