36. Rain, rain…

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.

They still lay on the lunch table at Newtons.

"Come home with me," he begged.

"I can't. It's a school night."

"I'll kidnap you."

"You'll do no such thing. Charlie would be out in the patrol car… with the lights… and the siren… and probably shotguns…"

"He wouldn't know where you were."

"Don't be silly. He'd know exactly where I was."

He chuckled. "Yeah… I suppose so." He sighed dramatically and rubbed his face on her.

"I'm so glad you are not hurt. I was so worried. I mean, I should feel sorry for Jared, but I all I can feel is glad that you're okay. Does that make me a bad person?"

He smiled at her. "No. Honest, maybe, but not bad. Everyone thinks the same way."

"No one else is badly injured?"

"All fine… a few scratches and bruises… but nothing that won't heal quickly. Jared will heal faster with another wolf around. The tribal medic is trying a pack healing strategy. It seems to work well."

"Oh. Does that work for mates too?"

He gave her a look. "Maybe… Kim's with him anyway." Pause. "So I can't climb in your window tonight and have my wicked way with you?"

"Heck no. Too loud," she pointed out.

"You or me?"

"Both," she admitted.

"Okay then, I will drive you home and we are going to stop in the forest somewhere because it is all safe now and then I am going to eat you out on the hood of the truck…"

Oh my. She blinked.

"Yes," she agreed. "You owe me foreplay."

He raised an eyebrow. "I owe you?"

"You skipped it," she argued.

"So you want your foreplay?" he asked.

She was fairly certain this was a trick question. "Y-yes," she tentatively agreed.

"Cool." He leered at her. "'Cause you know what comes after… the foreplay?"

She blinked. Monkeys paw. He got her again. In more ways than one.

She smiled. "I should hope so…"

He stood and lifted her off the table.

"But first," she suggested. "We have some cleaning up to do. I am not explaining to Mrs Newton what happened here."

"All right," he agreed with an eye roll. "Reckon I've messed with Mike's spot enough."

"He won't be able to tell, you know."

He gave her a look. "No, but you will."

Oh my god. Her face. Every time Mike sat at 'his' spot she was going to die. She frowned at Paul. "You are soooo mean."

He chuckled. "You'll blush and you'll remember…" He tucked her in against him. "And you'll get all excited… and then you'll call me up to come and look after you…"

She smacked him in the shoulder. "Bad boy," she reprimanded. He guffawed. He stood her on her feet and she re-arranged her bra and shirt. She tried to check the wet spot on her skirt but she couldn't twist around enough.

"It's probably going to rain…" Paul stated. "You'll just get wet again."

"You want to fuck me in the rain?"

"Oh yeah…"

Ask a stupid question.

She found the mouthwash for him. He tidied up the break room a little, she closed off the till, turned off the lights and key locked the doors. She found her panties and put them back on. She picked up his shorts and threw them at him as he walked back out to her. He caught them and then did a kind of a dance putting them back on. Slipping each leg into them seductively; turning away from her and sliding them up his legs to cover his butt. He made sure to give her a look at his ass as he waved it at her. He snapped the elastic waistband against his skin.

She laughed. "I have never seen someone do a dress tease before; strip tease, yes."

He frowned at her. "Who's done a strip tease for you?"

Oh, that was interesting; was that jealousy? "I meant on the TV, you know."

He looked mollified. "Okay then."

He drove the truck. She watched him. He kept glancing at her.

"What?" he asked.

"You."

"Me… what?"

"You're spectacular."

"You think?"

"I do."

"Spectacular?" he checked.

She nodded.

He parked the truck on a road in the forest. He was still watching her. She undid her seatbelt and she tried to crawl seductively across the seat towards him. She wriggled everything she had at him.

He licked his lips. "Izzy," it sounded like a warning. His hand reached over and brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. Then he reached behind her head and hauled her face up to his. The kiss was possessive; she was branded; she was his.

The rain tapped lightly on the roof of the truck with an occasional louder tap as a larger drop fell from a tree.

He shifted his body across the seat under hers. He kept kissing her. She wrapped her arms around him. This was crazy; they had had sex less than half an hour ago. But she wanted him again.

She dragged her mouth away from his and nibbled along his jaw. "I missed you," she breathed into his ear.

"Missed you too," he said, shifting his body under hers again and edging her towards the door.

"It's raining."

"Yeah."

"You meant it?"

"Yeah." His hands were under her skirt again. "Why did you put the panties back on?" he asked in exasperation.

"Well I didn't think you were serious," she blustered. "I thought you were just teasing me."

He rolled his eyes. "Lose the bra, keep the t-shirt," he instructed.

She looked confused.

"Wet t-shirt," he explained. "I want to see your nipples stuck to it. Sometimes wet clothing is way more sensual than none at all."

She shivered at the way he had said that, low and sexy. "O-okay." She did that girl thing, where you peel your bra straps down your arms without taking your shirt off. He watched her. She dropped the bra on the floor. She shucked off her shoes as well.

"And the panties."

"Can I leave the skirt on?" She was a little nervous about being completely naked in the rain. Just in case.

"Sure."

She slid her panties off and dropped them on the floor with her bra. Paul scooped her up and opened the truck door.

It was that kind of rain that seemed light, but it beaded on your eyelashes and got you saturated in minutes. He walked around to the front of the truck and sat her on the bonnet. Luckily, unlike the earlier model Chevrolets, this one had a flat bonnet with a flanged 'v' down the centre. [movie-verse 1968 model]. She was actually at the perfect height for him. She shuffled forward and hugged him. Her face was a little above his. She liked that.

The rain on him seemed to have no effect. She shivered a little and held him closer.

He kissed her. And then he took a step back and studied her t-shirt.

"Lie down a touch for me."

She lay back, supporting herself on her elbows. The bonnet creaked a little. "Ugh, it's hard…"

He slid her towards him. He gave her a leer as he hitched her skirt up her thighs. She laughed a little and tried to help him. She giggled hysterically when it proved almost impossible to slide a wet skirt up her legs while she sat on a tarnished hood and in the end she had to stand up on the front bumper. He hoisted her skirt up to her waist with a triumphant noise and pressed his face in against her.

She sat back down on the hood and feeling particularly provocative, she held her legs apart for him.

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

He slid one of her legs over his shoulder, slipped his hands underneath her and held her on the hips just above the outside of her thighs. He paused for a second as he looked at her; laid open and ready for him. She brushed her fingers through his hair and he lowered his face to her. He kissed her there. She loved the way he did that.

She arched her back and pushed herself onto his face. He rubbed her clitoris with something hard; it must have been his nose, both hands were still clamped on her thighs. She shuddered. She was still so wound up from their earlier session.

"Ungh," she groaned. "So good."

He licked at her, with broad hard strokes; watching up her body as her back arched and she pushed her breasts up into the rain. She came as he lapped at her and he lifted his head a little. She pulled her leg off his shoulder and braced it against the bumper.

She decided she wanted to watch him so she pushed herself up to a sitting position. She reached down and ran her hand through his hair. His eyes closed and he made an odd rumbling sound; almost like a purr. She shifted forward a little, opening herself out again.

"More?" he asked.

"Please," she begged.

He grinned at her. He stood up a little and leant up for a kiss. She kissed him. He tasted different; she supposed it was herself on his lips. Just the thought of that made her shiver.

He dropped his face down and sucked one of her peaked nipples into his mouth through her shirt. The contrast between the chill of the wet t-shirt and the heat of his mouth made her gasp. He slid his other hand up inside her shirt and closed his fingers around her cold breast. Everywhere he touched her, she was on fire. And that weird connection between her nipples and places lower down tightened.

He crouched down again and buried his face in her. She slid forward until she was sitting right on the edge of the hood. She knew he wouldn't let her fall. The suspension on the truck creaked ominously and it rocked a little. She twisted her fingers in his hair and pushed herself onto him.

His hot mouth closed over her sensitive clitoris and he sucked gently. She let out a babbling moan; a stream of meaningless words tumbling over each other. She shuddered and twitched and then gave a jerky, whole body movement that let him know she was done.

She was now well and truly saturated from the rain. His eager cock was peeking out the top of his shorts. He tucked the waist band under his balls; exposing himself. She wanted to touch him; he just looked amazing. She reached a hand down and gave him a hard stroke along the darkened length.

"Ohhh," he groaned as he watched her do it.

"So hot…" she muttered.

"Come 'ere."

"Yes," she said. She half jumped him; he caught her easily and holding her steady he slid her onto his eager cock. She held onto his shoulders, gripped him hard with her internal muscles and wrapped her legs around him.

He took a step back away from the truck, holding her easily. She loved the way he could fuck her standing up, so she thought she ought to tell him.

"I love the way you do this," she told him. "Fuck me standing up. You're so strong."

"You're not heavy."

"You don't want to fuck me on the truck?"

"I'm not sure the parking brake will hold …and listen to you."

"What?"

"Two fucks in two sentences."

She giggled. "I'm a bad girl," she said into his ear as she ground herself on him.

"Yes, you are," he agreed with a grin.

She clasped her hands behind his neck and gazed into his eyes. He started to bounce on his legs; lifting her and sliding her along his cock with each movement. His hands held her under her thighs.

"My bad girl," he whispered to her as he bounced her.

Her nipples almost hurt where they pressed against her saturated shirt. "Oh yes," she answered him. The chill from the rain against her skin contrasted with how hot she felt where he penetrated her. Her thighs hurt where he had held her so firmly earlier, but she wasn't going to tell him. She had scratched him before, so it seemed fair that she should bear the bruises too.

His hands shifted his hands around to her ass and he pulled her extra firmly onto him. She ground herself on him; she arched and tilted her face up to the rain.

"You look … wild," he told her as he increased his pace. "Natural… mine…" The last word seemed to set him off. He made a couple of quick movements and then he held her firmly in place; buried to the hilt inside her. She could feel his cock twitch inside her. "Mine," he repeated as he filled her with his heated ejaculate. "Mine." The last one was a whisper.

"Yes." She pulled his hair and dragged his face to hers to kiss.

"Ow," he whined. "You pulled my hair… again."

"Sorry," she looked apologetic.

He sat her back on the hood. He looked at her. His eyes narrowed. He grabbed a handful of her wet hair and wound it around his hand pulling her head to the side and exposing her neck. She gasped. He looked feral; the condensation was steaming off him. He stared at her neck.

"Paul?" she was tentative.

"You are mine," he stated.

"Yes," she breathed. "But if Charlie sees me with a bite on my neck, he'll shoot you."

"So you want it?" he checked. His eyes flicked to hers and then back to her exposed neck.

Did she? She had made her choice; she had decided that on Tuesday staring at herself in the mirror at school. He was what she wanted. He and his wolf. "Yes," she told him. "Just give me some time… I need some more information about it."

"Okay," he agreed. "Time…" He took a deep breath. "I can do that…"

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She snuck in the front door of the house absolutely saturated and dripping water everywhere. She was carrying her shoes.

Charlie gave her a look from his armchair. His eyes travelled from her face down to her shoeless feet.

"Got caught in the rain…" she blustered.

"Uh-huh," said Charlie and then he stood, strode to the front door and flung it open. "Paul!" he bellowed without walking outside.

"Sherriff?" a small shouted response. It sounded cautious.

"She gets pneumonia I'm coming after you with the shotgun. You hear me?"

"Yes sir."

Bella looked at her father in open mouthed astonishment.

"What the…?" she started to say.

He held his hand up and cut her off. "I don't want to hear it," he announced. "Get in a hot shower right now, young lady."

"Yes, Dad." She scuttled for the stairs.

She could hear him grumbling to himself as she went.

"Caught in the rain, my ass…"

She hurried upstairs to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror to try to see what Charlie had seen. It wasn't hard. Her lips were swollen, her bra was missing and her panties were in her pocket. Charlie was not unobservant. She chuckled at the thought that maybe Charlie had been young once too.

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