Authors Note: Just a pre-warning that this chapter does contain M rated content, which may not be suitable for all readers. So it's about to get pretty lemony from here on out guys, you have been warned!

Hit a Home Run

I was torn from my sanctuary of peace, or more of swaying. Something collided with my head, and this time it wasn't rain. At first it was just once, and then a few seconds later came another, then another. Before I could process what was happening tiny pellets of hail rained down on us.

Paul began to laugh pulling away and looking up at the sky. I however lacked the enthusiasm he shared. I broke into a run, screeching all the way back to the porch as the little bullets rained down on me.

My voice seemed to be getting carried away with the wind. Paul looked amused and walked slowly towards me showing no real haste.

"Come on I'm cold!" I complained.

He began to speak but the words seemed to be un-hearable. After I crossed my arms in frustration he moved to a slight jog. Until finally, after what felt like a life time for someone as impatient as me he climbed the steps.

Paul pressed his hot body into my own much colder one and I shivered at the contact.

I became a mass of giggles as he shook his head sending the pieces of hail flying around the small space of the porch.

"Watch it!" I laughed.

His face turned serious, his eyes were delving into my own and my stomach was doing back flips. This time it was for all the right reasons.

We were alone. I mean we were really alone. In a house. With a bedroom. Alone. Content. Happy. Alone.

He raked his fingers through my damp hair and I gave him a nervous smile which he matched with much more enthusiasm. I leant into the touch of his warm fingers unable to believe he was nearly dry after such a long time spent out dancing.

"It's cold out here" I stated.

"Want to go in?" he asked softly and I managed a weak nod, trying to prevent my knees from physically clanking together.

I followed Paul in silence through the house. Neither of us feeling the need to talk, the mutual understanding of what may follow seemed to be spread clear. I began to ring out my hair as I climbed the stairs behind him. Twisting it firmly so the water dripped onto the carpet.

As we reached the landing and I saw the bedroom door approaching us, it suddenly sprang on me. It was all happening so quickly. My body hurt, it ached, it throbbed, I was in pain. I was always in pain. How was this supposed to work?

Clumsily I pulled the silk camisole over my head allowing the soaked material to hit the ground with silence. I moved for the pajama shorts next tugging them down and stepping out of them, allowing Paul to walk on in-front of me.

I was bare, apart from a pair of knickers. I felt exposed and cold, Goosebumps riddled every corner of my body and I began to consider all sort of irrational thoughts.

Paul turned suddenly and I stood froze unable to move to try and hide myself. I stood, trapped, held by his widening gaze. His jaw hung slightly loose and I felt a sudden wave of confidence overcome me.

"That's my job" he mumbled a smirk tinting his face.

I was more sure about what I was about to do than anything I'd ever done in my life before.

With ease I moved my smaller frame in-front of him and hooked my finger through the belt loops of his shorts. A soft tug was all it took to lead him into the room with me. His foot kicked the door firmly closed behind us.

"You sure about this Morgan" Paul warned me turning me so I was suddenly trapped with my back against the door.

"Never been so sure in my life Lahote" I breathed out and his smirk returned.

"Good, because I don't know what I'd of done if you'd of said no" he laughed gently and I allowed my cheeks to turn a shade of pink.

"This isn't going to be easy" I mumbled. "I ache, everywhere, my body is in constant pain Paul" I explained feeling the embarrassment overcome me.

"That's okay you know" he explained calmly tucking my hair behind my ears, his fingers tickling my jaw.

"Is it though?" I asked stubbornly. Not just questioning Paul, but questioning my entire life.

"I guess it's got to be. We haven't got any other choice" he admitted slowly placing a delicate kiss onto my lips.

"That's just so …" I broke off with a light sob.

"Unfair?" he questioned his lips beginning to trace the drop in my neck.

"Sad" I countered.

"That's life" he shrugged his fingers tracing my bare back, edging towards the front of my chest dancing dangerously close.

"That's life" I mumbled rolling the words around in my mouth.

"You shouldn't be afraid of the pain" he said softly into my ear.

"I'm not afraid of it. But I think you are" I admitted.

"I am" he said guiltily. "I'm afraid you're in pain every time I touch you, move you, speak to you. I know whatever I do I'm only increasing your pain. Yet you never speak to me about it. Ever".

"I tend to keep it to myself, because I'm scared people will never understand" I explained.

"I want to understand, but you have to help me learn" Paul said.

"Okay" I mumbled twisting my fingers into his scalp and pulling his face roughly to mine. "How about, just for tonight, we forget any of it exists, Fibromyalgia, Wolves, Cold Ones, the world"? I asked.

"You are my world" he gushed back with a thick smirk and began to steer me in the direction of the bed.

I think life changes a lot when you get diagnosed with a medical condition. With Fibromyalgia and many other chronic-pain conditions life changes slightly differently. It's different to that of short term medical illnesses. That's because this is permanent. You will live, but you will have it with you for the rest of your life. You're whole perspective on life changes. You change. The people around you change. And most of all your body changes. You aren't you anymore. You're you and fibromyalgia. You come together; you and the condition are one.

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT DETAILED BELOW.

"You are my world" he gushed back with a thick smirk and began to steer me in the direction of the bed.

I laughed but it wasn't the usual form of laughter. This was deep and was more of a nervous impulse than anything to do with the humour of the situation. No. This was far from funny.

My mind pulled seemingly trying to fit together everything I'd ever covered on the topic of sex in the past few years. I was desperately re-counting discussions with Jennifer when I felt my legs hit the bed frame.

I groaned from the discomfort the force caused, but Paul swallowed the sound. Something I was relieved of. His lips left a torturous trail across my face to the point of my pulse. He tensed up slightly as he sucked on it and I could feel him drawing in my scent. I squeezed my legs together.

I didn't want to know what he could smell.

Heat. It consumed my body. Maybe it was Paul's own un-natural heat entwining itself around my limbs, but right now I felt to warm in my own skin. It was a heat I wanted to shake, it didn't feel comfortable. It didn't feel like me.

A light-headed state overcame me to the point where sinking back into the bed became a pleasant alternative from standing.

"Hey" Paul cooed darkly. "Are you okay?" he added his voice husky and strained.

"Yes" I assured pushing my chest up to connect to his, but there still seemed to be a void between us.

"Liar" he hissed through his teeth running his tongue down my neck.

"Shut up" I protested locking my legs around his hips and thrusting into him. He groaned from the discomfort mixed with the pleasure, and I allowed a smug smile to play about my face.

"You want to stop" he asked for the second time that night and I dropped my head back in frustration. "Paul, I have some very sinful things going on in my mind right now, all of which involve your body ... so I'd greatly appreciate if we could get on with it" I stressed trying to stifle the yawn.

Only my body could demand sleep at a time like this.

He laughed. I could feel the rumble in his chest. But unlike mine, he did seem to genuinely find the comment humours.

"Hey!" I whined, jabbing him in the stomach. "You're not meant to laugh at me" I complained allowing the heat to fall more fully on my face. The redness flaming like my growing desires.

The laughter stilled but the smirk appeared.

"God I'm going to wipe that smirk of your face Lahote!" I assured pushing him off, he dropped beside me.

I rolled clumsily to sit on him a determined look pulling at my face.

"Is that a promise Morgan" he teased stroking my hips.

"Don't tempt me Paul" I threatened. I could feel him straining against me, and I tried to focus.

I moved forwards to touch his lips and the friction are clothes made caused me to stop midway my eyes widening. Paul's smirk only thickened.

The blush crept in again and I rolled my hips back around, forcing my teeth down to stop the desperate sounds escaping my mouth. His hands trailed down quickly, catching me of guard and making my back arch. The coarse ridges of his fingers ran across my breasts taking them easily into a firm hold.

Paul's fingertips ghosted lightly across my buds at first and a sigh escaped me, I could hear him draw a sharp breath. I slowly peeped out from under my lashes.

He looked hesitant, for the first time in a long time. Paul was trying to learn my body, the way he looked at me, the concentration. It was like he was trying to imprint this image into his very being.

"Paul stop it" I scolded shifting uncomfortably trying to shake the ache from my spine.

His eyes snapped to me and it was as if he'd awoken once more. "Stop what?" he teased.

"You know what" I mumbled crossing my hands over my torso, digging my nails into my hips at the display of weakness I was showing. This was Paul; I had nothing to be ashamed of. But my shoulders felt heavy and sleep was being held of only briefly by my body.

"Just admiring the view" he shrugged with a lopsided grin. "And what a mighty fine view it is" he added in a deep whisper at my ear pulling slowly at the aid and I worked the other one pulling it out.

The distraction made my hands fall limp and he pounced, his lips coming hot and heavy across the valley of my chest and his hands continued their ministrations. His fingers worked rhythmically flicking and pinching, rolling my sore nipples around between his fingertips making me squirm.

I tried to gather my thoughts, I'd become lost in the feeling of a new emotion. Pleasure, it almost overrode the pain that riddled into my bones.

I pulled my chest back from Paul and heard the pop of my breast leaving his mouth and the area tingled from the lack of touch.

His lobes were dark and they drifted lower, lower, dangerously lower.

Paul ducked his head forward so his nose nudged against mine and I sighed with contentment. He kissed his way down to my ear, licking the lobe and then tugging at it with his teeth. "You smell good Immie, you smell really good" he rasped and I knew what he was on about. I rubbed my thighs together uncomfortably.

I pushed my hands up allowing them to move across the ridges of his chest. The temperature of him had seemed to rocket and I could feel his breaths increase as I roamed. But roam I did.

I was bold. I was brave. I was everything Paul made me feel.

The jeans which sat so temptingly low on his waist took me a few seconds to work out. It didn't help Paul had pressed back down on me. Pushing his head into my chest, making me lose my focus as he lavished me.

"Lose you're nerve" Paul teased as I skimmed my fragile fingers above his groin. He was of course mocking me. Paul made me want to be brave.

I plunged my hand down beneath the fabric and only had to penetrate on layer of clothing to my relief. I thought for any form of room beneath the material, my hand nearly being pinned against the denim. Paul's arousal was straining to be free, and I was doing nothing to help the situation.

He stilled and I could feel the tension coursing through him. The anticipation, it made my legs pool. I felt as if all the blood in my body had suddenly drained down to one, very specific area.

Despite the warmth the activity had caused through my body, my hands remained painfully cold. My fingers brushed against his desire and he whimpered over me.

I fell painfully still. It dawned on me I didn't know what I was doing. I was an inexperienced eighteen year old, trying to pleasure a man who'd probably laid more women than my age amounted to. What had I got myself into?

I pushed down the lump in my throat. I could do this. Right?

My hand looped around his hardened penis and it filled my hand. He jerked against me and I could hear him groaning into my breasts.

"God woman you're going to be the death of me" Paul growled.

I took it that I was doing something right. I moved my hand back and forth, every movement became easier, and my hand was becoming lubricated. I pushed the boundaries sliding my hand down the entire length. My finger fondled at his sack before coming back up to rub the head, catching the pre-cum in on my fingertips.

I withdrew the hand trying not to show the shake that had overcome it and attempted to work the button on his pants. But he was so strained against it my numb fingers couldn't manage and Paul stepped in. It made me flush, I felt like the colour had slowly drained from the top of my head moving all the way down until it left at my toes.

He kissed the side of my mouth as he moved from the bed to pull them of and I moved onto my knees shifting around, unable to keep still. The discomfort was only building in me. My eyes bulged as it sprang free. My mind hadn't done it justice.

It stood erect, and I allowed a moment of pride. I'd managed to do that. I moved towards him, feeling an almost wild instinct to touch him, to have him.

"Stop that Imogene" Paul almost boomed at me. "I need to control myself" he ground out trying to push me off him.

"I don't want you to control yourself Paul" I admitted as he dragged my hands from him. "You're an animal, accept it" I blushed.

"You might not like that side" he laughed.

"Try me" I shrugged, but regretted it for the ache it stirred in my shoulders.

He stared the challenge in my eyes head on but seemed to accept it with an equal amount of will. He leant down on me and I groaned in discomfort as my neck snapped back into the mattress but I had little time to dwell on it.

Paul's pace startled me as he hooked his fingers around my underwear. His eyes were fierce as he pulled them off with one tug. I squeezed my legs together trying to hide how obvious the desire that consumed my body was.

It embarrassed me, how quickly my body was able to give me away. The Goosebumps raised on my arm as Paul's face inched closer to mine.

I moved my head forwards forcing are lips to brush together and I heard Paul snigger at my eagerness. He caught my lip in his teeth giving it a firm suck before coming down onto me with an almost brutal rhythm. Paul's lips were hard, unshaken and demanding that every part of my body wakes up.

I gasped as I felt him pushing against my stomach, twitching with need.

He forced his tongue inside my mouth and I allowed him to dominate the space for a few seconds. Allowing my mind to twist and twirl in an aroused state of being.

I flipped back into life as if someone had hit the start button. I could feel something pushing against me, trying to gain access. My breaths hitched. I brushed my eyes down to his fingers skirting teasingly across my intimate area.

His eyes pooled into what looked like some sort of eternal darkness and I wondered how close to the edge of shifting he was. How borderline these emotions were with Shapeshifter's.

A thick finger parted my lips in a way I'd only ever done myself and I bit down on my lip to stop the sigh. I wasn't sure if I could give him the satisfaction, but surely he could feel my toes curling into the bedding beneath him.

His finger slid up and down whirling my juices around and for a minute I through my head back allowing the pure ecstasy to spin. But he wasn't done yet. Paul inched further down lubricating his fingers as he went.

Before I had chance to stop him he sunk a finger into me, it made my back arch of the bed and I withered around. "Paul" I shuddered and he slipped another in, curling them up, this time making a moan which I'd rather have muffled find its way from my throat.

He nuzzled my stomach, as he began to pump in and out of me setting a brutal pace. "Shit, shit, shit ..." I screamed feeling something begin to tighten.

Paul pulled all the way out and wore his smugness almost as a medal. I would have said something over it, but I hadn't the energy. I allowed my eyes to close over and tried to steady my breaths, hating him for moment he'd taken away from me.

I felt his warm palms pulling at my thighs, spreading them apart and I tried to resists, attempting to push myself up.

"Don't" he assured but his voice was filled with huskiness and it made me want to sigh.

I leant back but my heart rate increased, a nervous sense of anticipation filled me.

Paul's lips ghosted along the outside of my thigh and I giggled nervously, in a haze filled state. It wasn't something that I would normally have done. This was serious, but my mind seemed drunk on lust.

My hips rose up to him almost on their own accord and I realised his lip were trailing closer. I tried to force myself back into the bed. To shut my legs back together. He wasn't going to, he couldn't ... surely not.

"Oh" I gasped. Oh, oh yes he did. He had.

His tongue ran down and flicked at my clitoris making me whine almost uncontrollably. He lavished it, sucking, flicking and nibbling. His tongue moved in ways I didn't know were possible. It took me to places I had never been.

Aroused seemed an understatement, his mouth must have been slick from my juices and he used them to his advantage, delving his tongue inside of me. He pumped it in and out and my fingers dug into him scalp in a way that would be painful to most normal people. But it only made Paul groan and move harder as I clutched his face to me.

I built up quickly, lasting only a few minutes before my walls clenched around him and my hands fell away from him. He continued to move, quickening the pace, the grabbed my hips holding them for leverage. Paul attempted to hold me in place as my body thrashed in bliss.

"Paul, oh my God ... shit, ugh Paul!" I screamed as it finally hit. Everything seemed to fall apart from me, all my minds coherent thoughts were gone and for those few seconds I remained in an earth shattering form of bliss. I felt as if I'd exploded, and something had awoken deep down inside my body. My eyes were screwed up and I could feel Paul over me, everywhere and it only heightened it.

It rolled over in waves, and when it passed I lay back allowing my heart rate to slow, allowing the pleasure to drain leaving only a torturous level of need in its place mixed with the pure agony that was working its way into my hips. The jolts, the thrusting, the movement, it had all worn on my body's delicate form.

Thinking of it now Paul proberly acted while I was distracted to make it easier and I suppose in a way it did. I hadn't the time to prepare, to tense up. It was expertly done.

I looked down at the feel of him rubbing himself in my juices and my lips parted but no sound came out. My eye lids fell shut in pleasure as he brushed my clit. I didn't see him line himself up but I felt it. He was hard and straining, beginning for my entrance.

Paul leant down pushing his forehead to mine as he eased himself into me. "God you're so tight" he hissed through his teeth and I pushed my lips forwards. Slamming them into his as I felt my body attempt to reject his entrance. The pain swelled and I wondered how much was related to my condition.

But he stopped. Paul stopped moving and I dropped my head back his saliva covering my puffy lips. He was in, we'd done it.

"You look real pale" Paul laughed uneasily.

"I'll be alright, I'll just need some painkillers later" I laughed bitterly and he shook his head before dropping it back to my lips.

I began to rock my hips, allowing for the small movement back and forth between us. It felt strange, but in the same way it felt right. We fitted together, seamlessly.

Imprint and imprinted, connected.

Paul began to move with me. At a teasingly slow place making me giggle and I raked my hands through his hair.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked seriously his brow furrowing making my fingers trace across his eyebrows and the tanned skin around them.

"Yes" I managed to groan as he plunged deeper than before.

"I was scared I was going to like break you or something" he admitted and I burst into a fit of giggles.

"Have to try a little harder than that Lahote" I teased.

He smirked and pulled my hands from my hair. He pushed up pinning my wrists above me and began to quicken his pace, using it as leverage. Paul's hold was firm and I withered in the sheets, desperate to break free from his hold and touch him.

The pace only became more brutal as Paul began his teasing. He plunged in and then nearly full withdrew at a rate that made my head mist up from the excitement of it all. Pleasure was coursing through my veins like a pain killer and my body felt like it had been sedated.

He dropped my wrists suddenly bringing his hand instead down to stimulate me, flicking at my clit in a torturous manner.

"Paul!" I sighed as I splayed my hands across the width of his arched back. I could feel the muscles contract beneath my shaking hands with every pounding movement he made into me.

Paul grabbed my leg hitching if higher, over the crook of his arm allowing him to go deeper. He hit my g-spot and I screamed in pleasure. I screamed so loud it even hurt my own ears, and Paul hissed as I raked my nails along his skin in an attempt to ground myself.

My body was lagging behind, my back had tensed up and seemed to be riddled with aches and I felt exhausted but every time Paul entered me I found a new wave of pleasure as I pushed down trying to meet his pace.

"You're so tight Imogene, fucking hell" Paul grunted and his hands moved around to my thigh, dancing across my skin he clasped his fingers around this flesh moving my leg even higher up.

"Oh shit" he managed to rasp and I marvelled in the new feeling and sense of deepness. What was this man doing to me?

I could feel my whole body beginning to tingle and the sense of tightening. My back began to arch and I was murmuring Paul's name like it was some sort of prayer. Whatever pace we'd set had long since gone and he'd become erratic. Thrusting in and out like his life depended on it Paul's lips devoured me and made the heat seem like it was pulsing from my skin.

Everything we'd been building on all night was suddenly upon me, like a ton of bricks and I groaned, but it came out more like a pained cry, something animal like.

"Fucking hell Paul" I cried tugging at his hair in a fierce way as I felt myself clamp around him in a vice like grip. He plunged deeper, harder, and faster. The pace wasn't natural, the speed wasn't human and it left me in a mess.

The fire in my abdomen was burning, no it was raging and Paul had lit it.

Then it hit.

The coil unravelled leaving me in a state of euphoria.

I could hear Paul's moans only as background noise as the orgasm took over. I tensed in sudden stillness for a brief second before my whole body began to quake in pleasure. I withered beneath Paul my vision spotting, and my heart racing. His hands were suddenly everywhere, and they lit small fires in every part of my body they touched.

Paul's pace let of quite suddenly and I felt him release and it made me dissolve into another wave of pleasure. My body felt numb to it, numb to the pain, the aches and the cramps. It all was obliterated for those few minutes, taken over by the pleasure he'd inflicted.

The haze that came with arousal had past, now it was raw fulfilment that consumed my limbs. I was drunk on sex and it was a feeling that seemed to come almost naturally.

I lusted for Paul and I flicked my gaze to his tensed face. His eyes moved to mine and I became lost for a moment trying to decipher what they were trying to show.

He pulled himself from me, still half-hard and flopped down beside me inhaling so deeply it made me question this size of his lungs.

"Didn't know you had it in you, Morgan" he laughed.

"Me!" I almost whimpered. "Paul ... trust me if it'd known it was going to be like that I would have jumped you months ago" I cried and I could see his arousal beginning to increase with every second his eyes scrapped over my flushed body.

I could sense this wasn't the end to the night.

"Your something else, do you know that?" he probed reaching across to grasp my hips and pull me across his chest, running his hands through my waved hair.

"I love you" I mumbled placing a gentle kiss on his chest.

"I love you Imogene, more than you could ever know" he assured and I crawled up his chest placing a hand either side of his head and coming down to place a firm kiss on his awaiting lips.

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