37. Groceries

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.

She was drying her hair after her shower, when her phone vibrated.

It was Paul.

"Did you tell him?"

"No… he guessed."

"Scary fucker."

"Can be," she admitted. He was her father, she was so lucky to have him in her life.

"Saturday… Sam's party. I forgot to remind you."

"Is it still going to happen after… you know…? Jared?

"More reason now. We won."

That made sense. "Okay. I'll ask Charlie… or you could…"

"Uh huh." He didn't sound convinced.

"He likes stuff like that."

"Like what?"

"Formalities… you know… asking his permission."

He sighed. "All right. I'll talk to him."

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"What are you doing after school?"

"I have to do some grocery shopping."

"Okay…I'll come after that… about fiveish?"

There was a silence.

"Can you stay the weekend?"

"Will there be alcohol at the party?"

"Probably."

"Be honest if Charlie asks. Oh hey, will Leah be there?"

He made a noise of uncertainty. "I doubt it. Things are still… tricky between her and Sam."

"Oh… okay. Does she have a cell?"

"You want the number?"

"Yeah… I'll give her a call."

"Be careful… she bites…" he chuckled.

"Pfft…I'm not scared of bites…"

"Really? Could have fooled me."

Laughing mightily, he hung up.

She rang Leah; it wasn't too late.

"Leah? It's Bella."

"Swan. What do you want?"

"Oh… I just thought you might like to spend some time together on the weekend." Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

"Uh-huh"

"Schoolwork… do you need any help?" she was clutching at straws.

She laughed. "Hardly… graduated last year… with a scholarship…" she stopped suddenly.

Stupid. She should have remembered that Leah was older. Bella guessed she didn't take it up for some reason… Sam? And now she couldn't leave the area because of her pack duties. "Sometimes the pack sucks… oh… did I say that out loud?"

"Yeah you did… and it does…"

A pause.

"So what are you gonna cook?"

"Chocolate cake… easiest ever… have you got a Bundt tin? Those funny shaped ones with a hole in the centre?"

"Yeah…"

"Cool; bring it."

"What's your weakest subject?" Leah asked.

"Chemistry…"

"Cool; bring it."

This just might work.

Another pause. This one sounded more comfortable somehow.

"Seth says he's coming too… to Paul's right?" She sounded like she was rolling her eyes.

"Yeah to Paul's… and he's welcome. Oh… not that I can really invite people to Paul's house…"

"Sure you can… you've got rights…"

She supposed she did, if she was going to let him mark her; that was like wolf bonding… permanent bonding… "I do?" she checked.

"In Paul's mind… and believe me I know Paul's mind…"

Now that was a revelation in a way; she knew the wolf thought of her as a mate and obviously Paul did too. "Cool… OK. I'm looking forward to it."

"Yeah… I made a pie. Mom was really impressed."

"So chocolate cake could be good?"

"Yeah."

Leah almost sounded like a normal girl. Bella was pleased she had thought to call her.

Paul rang Charlie the next day. Charlie was impressed when he told him unprompted, that there would be alcohol at the party so he gave his permission for Bella to attend. Not that she needed it, but it was given.

She went to school in a great mood and seemed to have a good day as a result.

She was shopping at the supermarket when she checked her list and went back to grab a jar of peanut butter. She left the cart where it was rather than wrestle it all the way back to that aisle. She was walking back towards it when she heard two girls giggling.

"You ask him," one whispered.

"No you," the other hissed.

She looked up to see Paul leaning on her cart, his ass stuck out and his forearms resting on the edge of the cart. He was wearing a faded pair of jeans that hung low on his hips and a plain white wife beater. His arms looked muscled and amazing. He was reading a box of cereal. She stopped to watch him.

He pulled up the singlet a little and scratched his stomach; negligently exposing his abs to the world. The girls damn near fainted. He didn't seem to notice them; maybe this happened to him a lot.

She took another step towards him and he looked up and saw her. He looked right through the two girls who were obviously hanging, waiting to decide who would be brave enough to give him her phone number.

He got that look on his face. Both girls turned around to see who on earth he was looking at. Thank God they were looking at her and they missed seeing him stand, and adjust himself in the front of his jeans. Weeks ago, she would have blushed, or apologised to the girls, but now, she just walked right past them.

That look was for her. And that manual adjustment was for her too.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey yourself," she replied. "How did you know this was my cart?"

He tapped his nose. They stood close together but not touching. He moved an infinitesimal distance closer to her and she made a small noise. He looked down at her and he took a deep breath, his eyes closed and he made a sighing noise. He reached out a hand and wound one lock of her hair around his finger.

"I've got you now," he said in a low voice.

"Trapped," she agreed.

They just stood there. She was amazed they hadn't set off the fire alarms. She could feel the heat coming off him. "You're making my ice cream melt," she whispered.

He smirked. "I can do more than that," he promised her.

"But I like ice cream," she whined a little.

"So… what are you offering?"

She shuffled her feet a little. He was making her cream her panties just standing here. "I need to shop, get it home and put the ice cream in the freezer."

"Uh-huh."

He looked at her shopping bags hanging from the handle of the cart. "You've got one of those chiller bags," he noted. "That should keep it cold in the car."

"Not for long."

"Don't need long."

"The car," she checked.

"Yeah," he breathed at her. "You up for it?"

"The question is… are you up for it?" she teased.

He smirked and pulled on that lock of hair. He tugged her that tiny bit closer. "I'm already up," he whispered to her.

Jesus. She licked her lips. He noticed.

She had everything on her list now, so Paul pushed the cart to the cashier for her. He looked positively domesticated. He threw a couple of things in, on the way; things he obviously wanted. She raised her eyebrows at the packet of popsicles.

"Am I feeding you, too?" she asked mischievously.

"I'll earn it," he promised her.

"How?" she asked. He made her so forward; so confident.

He grinned at her. "Ladies choice," he offered.

"Oh my," she said. She had to touch him. She stroked her hand down his arm. "Hmmm… I'm thinking…"

"You do that… gets you all ready for me."

They had reached the head of the queue by then. The cashier gave them both a look. Paul's heated glances were getting more …well… heated. She felt a rush of moisture between her legs as she realised there was no way he was going to wait until they got home.

He packed the groceries in a hurry. And hefted them all back in the cart, pressing himself in behind her while she paid. He pushed against her and she bit her lip as she felt his erection already making itself comfortable against her.

"Glad to see you are so worried about the ice cream," she said to him. He looked blank for a second and then he grinned at her.

"Yeah… the ice cream." Just the way he said that ought to be outlawed.

"Have fun," suggested the cashier. Bella blushed. Paul manhandled her and the cart out of the supermarket. He hoisted her keys out of her bag.

"I'm driving," he stated.

He piled all the groceries on the floor in the front of the truck. She thought it would have been easier to throw them in the back, but she guessed they would end up all over the flatbed, the way he drove. He hoisted her into her own truck. She almost laughed at his need for speed as he dashed around to the driver side.

She watched him as he drove. He glanced at her. "Thought about what you wanted… ladies choice?" he reminded her.

She smiled. "You know what I like." She tried to sound seductive.

He poked out that extraordinary tongue and flicked it at her. Then raised his eyebrows.

"Yes please…" she said. Of course he knew what she liked.

He laughed and swung the truck off onto a road. She looked around. "Where the hell are we?"

"Somewhere we won't be interrupted and where your father won't arrest me."

"Wouldn't it have been easier to go home?"

He smirked at her. "And where's the fun in that?"

"I suppose…" she agreed.

He stopped on a fire trail; there was a small area where you could turn a vehicle. He had dashed back around to her side of the truck. He pulled the door open and it made its usual creak sound. He stood in the doorway.

She blinked at him.

"Come here," he said in that low growly voice she loved.

She slid over a little and let her legs swing over the edge of the seat. She stood squeezing herself up the front of his body. She grabbed a handful of his wife beater to pull herself up. He didn't move back to give her more room. She grabbed a hold of the door and climbed up the door sill of truck a little so she could kiss him without pulling him down to her height.

He made a pleased noise at her ingenuity. He kissed her hard. It was all lips and tongue and a bit of teeth. His hands reached down and he started undoing her jeans. They were quite fitted. He shoved his hands down inside them and worked them off her hips while still kissing her.

He made a groan of frustration when they got stuck.

"I knew you were in a hurry," she chided him.

He pushed her back onto the seat with her legs hanging out the door. He pulled her shoes off and tossed them inside the cab. Then he grabbed her jeans and yanked them off her, tossing them after the shoes.

She moaned. His urgency was getting to her. He sniffed. And then he smiled… that long slow smile.

He leant over her where she lay on the seat and kissed her again. There was a lot of tongue in that kiss. He stood back up and her panties went that time. He held them to his face and sniffed. She thought she might never forget that image. She shivered.

He slid his finger down the front of her body, circled her navel and then continued lower. She sucked in her stomach as he went. She could feel his hot fingers branding her.

Those long, clever fingers dipped into her pussy. Without warning he sank two of them in to her to knuckle depth. She squeaked at the suddenness of the intrusion.

"You're so wet… but so tight today," he told her as he worked those fingers into her. His knuckles pressing against her, he worked them into her again. She actually shifted up the seat away from him a little; he was pushing at her so hard.

"Uh-uh," he chided. He lifted her leg and stuck her foot against the door post. Pulling her back where he wanted her.

He inhaled deeply again. "I love doing this to you…" he stated intensely.

"Me too," she managed.

He grinned at her. And then he lowered his face to her and licked. "Oh… oh," she said. She was burning up. He was so hot. He worked that long, flexible tongue into her. "Oh yes…" she moaned. She clutched at his head with one hand. Grinding herself onto his face. "So hot…" she told him. That might have been a mistake.

He pulled back and gave her a breather. "Okay then…" he said.

She was almost mindless. She could barely keep her eyes open. She heard him rifle around in the groceries.

"What are you…" she started to ask. But then she saw what he had in his hand. He had unwrapped one of the popsicles. She tried to scoot away from him but he grabbed her and held her down with one arm across her hips. "No… you are not coming near me with…" and then she screamed. Her back arched, trying to get it away.

The contrast was too much. He had laid the icy treat right across her clitoris.

"Too much?" he asked solicitously.

"Yes," she begged. "Too cold… not again."

"Okay," he agreed. "What about here?"

She moaned.

He took to following the Popsicle with his heated mouth; licking it from her as it melted. She arched, she writhed, she moaned and eventually she came so hard she blacked out for a second.

When she managed to open her eyes he was hovering over her looking a little worried. "Izzy?"

She grabbed him. "Fuck me," she demanded. "Now."

He threw the remains of the Popsicle over his shoulder out of the truck.

She watched him as he pulled at his button fly jeans with a hand on each side. He was commando underneath as always. All of him spilled out; hard and eager and ready. She scooted towards him now. He lifted her under the thighs a little, holding his cock down, positioning her correctly and then he sank into her; right to the hilt. His heat contrasted with the cold and she shuddered.

"Christ," he swore. He grabbed her hard and pulled her backwards, half out the door of the truck. He stood in the door opening now and he rammed her onto him. Her back sliding back and forth on the seat. She could smell them, the tangy popsicle and the scent of the forest overlaying it all. He slipped his arms under her legs, supporting them and he continued to pull her onto him.

She could hear them slapping together, his grunts and her own pants. His rhythm faltered and she knew he was close. She tried to lock her legs around him as he made a hard push into her. He lifted a hand and slid it between them and with unerring accuracy pressed his thumb onto her swollen clitoris. She screamed as she came, raking her arms down his back as he arched into her. Her legs locked onto him and then they both collapsed onto the car seat.

"Oh my God, Paul," she groaned. "That was almost too much… just … intense."

"Yeah," he agreed.

She giggled a little. "What flavour was I?" she asked.

"Watermelon. I love watermelons," he added. "Especially when the juice runs down your chin." He rubbed his chin into her shoulder and she squirmed and squealed for him.

"We need a shower when we get home."

"Wanna make it a bath?"

"Will we both fit?"

"I'll find somewhere to put you," he promised her.

She pushed at him. "Come on… off…" When she tried to sit up, she stuck to the seat. "Eww… and you can clean my car seats."

"Fine…" He gave her a rascally look. "Chocolate next time?" he asked.

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