After being Paul's girlfriend for only two days I had come to some new discoveries about him.

For one Paul could compete with Houdini and had a secret talent of appearing where he should not be able to. Locked doors and locked windows did not stop him at all although I still had no idea how he did it as nothing was broken or lifted off its hinges in the morning despite the fact I swore I had locked myself into the bedroom quite efficiently every night.

Yet I always woke up with Paul curled around me.

Another thing was that Paul wasn't only a perv in his sleep he was also a sleep cuddler. I always woke up with him curled around me like I was a teddy bear.

Another thing was that he was a really heavy sleeper and he snored. Not loudly like Kyle more like a quiet rumbling sound. If his body heat did not wake me early in the morning then that rumbling sure did.

I poked his nose and it twitched but his eyelids didn't even flutter. I could probably put my whole finger in there and he wouldn't even notice. Pinching his nipple also didn't wake him up nor did it make him let go of me. Tugging his hair had proved to be a very bad idea as it seemed to make him crush me into his chest so hard that my back made a protesting squeak.

Apparently getting out of bed in the morning had become a test in gymnastic. I didn't even know I was that flexible before I started to slide out of his death grip every morning.

I waved frantically with my one cast free leg as Paul's arm tightened around my waist. Thank god no one saw me because this had to look quite ridiculous.

Finally Paul breathed out and I managed to use that fraction of a second too slide down and slide off the bed with a loud thump. My butt made a rather hard impact on the floor with no legs to catch it and I threw a cautious look at Paul.

He was still sleeping deeply.

For a so called protector he was completely useless when he was asleep. If vampires ever attacked when Paul was taking a nap then we would all be pretty much screwed because unless they brought the roof down then Paul would sleep through it all.

I made my way to the bathroom and stopped briefly in the living room.

Paul had agreed to bring over some of my things as my parents had decided on a longer trip than first planned something I believed was Gaia`s influence. Since I spent most of my time either here or in Sam`s house then it sounded like a good idea to have my things accessible. I just had not expected him to bring my whole room.

His shelves were stacked with my books on art and his DVD shelf was now a rainbow with my pink, green and light blue between his black and red DVD`s. The pillows from my bed were in his sofa and he had even brought over my sketchbooks, half-finished paintings and painting equipment and placed it in a room that had previously been empty. It looked like I had moved in permanently.

Wasn't guys supposed to freak out when their girlfriends started bringing stuff over in the early stage of a relationship? Not move their girlfriend in themselves.

I knew Cosmo could give me no advice at all in this odd relationship because obviously Paul did not follow the common relationship rules at all.

I hopped into the bathroom and nearly tripped on my cast.

The main reason I was staying over at Paul`s was that he had a rather large bathroom with a shower with a sliding door that made it possible for me to shower without spending hours on wrapping my leg in plastic or in danger of slipping as I would in Sam or my own bathtub.

But this wasn't the bathroom I had been in before I went to bed.

The plastic sliding doors had been replaced with the green plastic sheet from my own bathtub back home and a chair had been placed in it so that I could sit with my leg outside the shower to prevent it from getting wet and thus avoiding the whole slipping issue.

That wasn't the only change.

A new cabinet had been put up probably for my toiletries and there was a large plastic math on the floor to prevent slipping.

Paul must have done all this while I was sleeping.

I wasn't sure if I should be freaked out or grateful that he had made it easier for me.

I opened the cabinet and frowned. Yes. All my toiletries were there even the makeup I rarely used and the unmentionables. Just thinking about Paul touching my tampons was giving me a vague feeling of panic.

It wasn't that it wasn't nice of him. Because it was. But really. What boy moved his girlfriend in?

Paul was nesting. Nesting with my things.

I took a deep breath willing myself to calm down and concentrated instead on my rather disheveled look.

Sleeping with a werewolf wasn't exactly very good for my appearance. My skin was icky with dried sweat and my hair looked like a rather poorly built crow's nest. It didn't help that I never felt completely clean anymore. It was difficult washing my hair with only one hand and I longed to give it a really good shampooing.

And that was one thing I wasn't going to ask Paul to help me with. It was bad enough that I needed help getting myself dressed sometimes.

Sighing I started wrapping my wrist in plastic and cover the cast on my leg in plastic so that I didn't spray water on it. At least I wouldn't have the cast on my wrist on for very long as it had just been a hairline fracture.

I studied my naked body in the mirror and frowned. The bruises from the attack had lost most of the purple and deep blue coloring and were now just ugly blotches of yellow and green. And I had lost weight. Weight I couldn't really afford to lose.

I had always been on the skinny side but my hip bones did seem to stick out more than they had before I got sucked into wolf town. Clearly eating more would have to be on my agenda.

I couldn't help but compare myself with Paul`s previous conquests. They were all mature looking with their time glass shaped figures. Large breasts, tiny waists and curvy hips. Compared to them I looked like I was just a kid.

My hips were boyish and could hardly be counted as curves something that ran in the family. My breasts were hardly there at all. They were barely a handful by normal standard and by werewolf hands standard not a handful at all.

No wonder people assumed at first glance that I was fifteen because face it. I didn't have curves at all and my body looked like I was just starting puberty. The only thing I was somewhat satisfied with was my butt.

And what the hell was I doing?

Standing in front of the mirror bemoaning my lack of femininity and comparing myself with others? I never did that.

People were different and the only things I used to bemoan were my lack of height, the fact that I stood out in La Push like a patch of snow and the annoying fact that I looked younger than I was. I didn't bemoan separate body parts like an angsty teenage girl.

See what this imprinting was doing to me?

It was frying my brain cells and making me act like such a freaking girl.

I gave my mirror image a last disgusted look before I stepped into the shower. The small chair was a godsend. With it I could easily put my leg outside the shower and I was in no danger of slipping and thus injuring myself further. Washing my hair was still a pain but much easier when sitting as I didn't have to lean on the wall for support.

Getting up however was not that easy at all. I barely managed to grip the toilet as I stepped out of the shower and prevent a fall that would have been rather spectacular. Thank god I was alone because gripping onto the toilet was hardly my most dignifying moment.

And I had forgotten my clothes. Or rather Paul had moved the bag of clothes I had put in the bathroom yesterday. And that meant I had to go on a naked search for it as getting dressed in my sweat smelling pj was completely out of the question.

I tucked the bath towel securely around myself for once quite happy that I was small and short as it covered me down to my knees. Hopefully Paul wasn't awake yet because boyfriend or not I was not ready for him to see me naked.

I tip toed over the floor and shuddered as my heated skin was met with the cold air outside of the steamy bathroom.

Tip toing with a cast was a form of art. And not something I was good at. The cast made a clunk noise every time I moved my leg and I was seriously failing in the stealth department.

Something very warm touched my side and I squeaked in shock. Suddenly I was engulfed in a warm cocoon. Paul was awake. Very awake judging from that rather hard thing pressed against my back. And he was only wearing boxers.

I felt him bending a bit forward to lean his chin on my head.

"You really are very small. You would have to stand on something just to make it possible for me to hold you without curving my spine."

Well thank you Paul. Like I wasn't aware of the fact that I was a midget. It didn't help that the giants were all extremely tall thus further dwarfing me.

"You smell really good today."

I could feel him inhale my sent and was painfully aware of the sudden hitch in his breath and how his hips suddenly jerked into my back.

I was about to tell him to keep his hands off but froze as I met his eyes.

His eyes were not the familiar brown with specks of bronze but had a near yellow tint in them. Emily had told me about that but I just couldn't remember why they were yellow as I had been more occupied with wishing myself far far away at the time than actually listening to her.

Paul growled and I found myself squeezed into his chest with my feet dangling in air.

Now would be the time to tell him to lay off.

And I was about to when an extremely hot hand found its way into the towel and came to rest just beneath my belly button. The hand slowly moved down and Paul growled into my ear.

No one had ever touched me there. Ever. I had touched myself plenty of times as I wasn't the prude my mom accused me of being but that felt nothing like this.

Paul's hand was warm and rough against my skin and nowhere near what it felt like when I touched myself. And when one finger brushed my clit every thought of protesting seemed to dribble out of my ears as my inner perv voice started a litany of rub there, rub there.

And then he rubbed.

One finger gently circled my clit and my legs turned into jelly.

It was amazing, fantastic, fucking wonderful and please more.

His finger increased the pressure and I shivered against him. My blood felt like molten lava and I wasn't sure if it was his heat or mine that made it feel like my skin was burning.

His finger suddenly disappeared and I made an involuntary protesting sound that to my embarrassment sounded like a whimper.

Paul growled again, his chest vibrating against my back and something very hot was suddenly pressed against my core. Paul cursed and his hips jerked again.

Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.

I didn't need to look down to see what that burning thing was that was now between my thighs.

"Press your legs together."

He made a sound that sounded close to a whine as I didn't comply.

"Please. Just fucking please Jan."

I didn't know if it was his desperate begging voice or if it was the fact that I couldn't string a sensible strand of thought together that wasn't interrupted by rub there, that made me comply but I did squeeze my legs together as best as I could when being held in the air by the arm around my waist.

I was rewarded by the return of the hand and his finger once again rubbed against my clit. The rubbing barely made me aware of that hot thing between my legs that was now sliding in and out between them.

"Fuck you are wet."

If I had been in my right mind I would probably have been mortified by that comment and the fact that I really was wet and that wetness was rubbing onto Paul.

But I wasn't.

Or else I wouldn't have made those small whimpers as Paul kept rubbing my clit because I never whimpered. Ever.

One finger moved further down and I squeaked as it pushed slightly into me. It felt weird but I was distracted from it by the finger that pressed harder and harder against my clit. The finger pushed further in and Paul groaned.

"Fuck. You are really tight hellcat."

I twitched as his hot breath brushed against my ear and squeaked as a wet tongue gently traced my earlobe.

"You know what I dream about hellcat? You on top of me riding me. You would like that wouldn't you hellcat? Making me beg for it."

Now that he mentioned it I would. Or my inner perv would as it was doing a happy dance at the mere idea of it.

"But first I would lick you. I bet you taste as good as you smell. A taste a man could die for. I`ll beg for that too you know."

He chuckled as I made an odd sound when his finger increased the pace and his other finger slipped deeper into me.

"Does that embarrass you hellcat? Even your breasts are blushing."

"Shut up!"

As far as an order went that one was rather weak and ended in another whimper. His teeth grazed my ear.

"Don't you like me talking dirty to you hellcat? Then I shouldn't tell you that the way you are squeezing my finger right now makes me think about how wonderful it would be to have you squeezing my cock. Or how that little hand of yours gave me the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I felt like I fucking busted my balls and that was just you touching me. "

I wanted to tell him to shut the hell up again but I was starting to feel dizzy.

My clit was starting to feel sore and this would be the time I would normally stop and wait a bit before continuing but Paul's finger was merciless and then I couldn't think anymore.

I was dimly aware that I was writing against his finger and then Paul growled and nearly pressed me into the wall. If it wasn't for the arm around my waist he would have as his hips were now smacking against me as he slid faster and faster between my thighs.

His one finger turned into two and he slammed them in as one finger pressed harder circles around my clit.

My legs twitched as the coil in my stomach just grew and grew. It felt like my whole body was tied together with a string going from the tip of my toes all the way up. The string was pulled up harder and harder and then it snapped.

It felt like my whole body just shattered into a thousand pieces all I saw was white light burning so brightly that it blinded me. It felt like my whole body was burning and it had never felt like this. Touching myself didn't even give me a fraction of this and it was good and painful at the same time.

My core was throbbing like all the blood had gone from my brain to down there and my clit felt like I had rubbed sandpaper against it and still it felt like heaven. I felt like I didn't have a muscle or a bone in my entire body anymore and was just a bundle of twitching nerves.

Something dug into my shoulder and I was barely aware of Paul's teeth sinking into it as he growled around the skin.

Something extremely hot, almost burning, splattered against my thighs as I was gasping for breath.

I don't know for how long I was dangling in Paul's arms but it seemed like forever before he gently put me down and removed his hand from my now sore and throbbing sex .

My one functioning leg caved in beneath me and Paul had to grab me around my waist again so that I didn't fall face first into the wall.

And then it was like reality slammed into my mind and I was aware that I was naked as the towel lay forgotten on the floor and that an equally naked Paul was behind me.

Holy fuck! Fuck, fuck and fuckity fuck!

I flailed my arms in panic trying to get out of his grip and managed to slap Paul in the face unintentionally. He let me go and I made a rather undignified escape almost falling again as my leg was still feeling like jelly and the one in a cast made me even more unbalanced.

I slammed the bathroom door behind me and almost managed to slam the bolt over my fingers in my haste to lock the door.

Oh my god. That had so not been me. I would never have gotten off in the fucking hallway with my boyfriend for less than a week. I wasn't a prude or anything but less than a week?

And shouldn't I have been at least considering getting physical with him before I plunged in head first?

Until now I had done my best to not thinking about Paul in that way as getting used to being his girlfriend was somewhat disturbing enough.

It was those hormones guided by that inner perv voice that was at fault I was sure of it. I should start thinking about having it medically removed.

"I put the crutch and your clothes outside the door."

Paul sounded so smug and satisfied that if I wasn't naked I would have stormed out to hit him.

Like he could read my mind he chuckled from the other side of the door.

"Are your breasts still blushing?"

On reflex I turned towards the mirror. He was right. I was still blushing and my skin had a rosy hue all over.

My shoulder caught my attention. Paul's bite had almost been hard enough to pierce the skin and I could see that it would soon turn into a bruise in shape of teeth marks making it impossible to pass it off as anything else than a bite mark.

"You are a fucking jackass and I hate you!"

Paul only laughed.

"Hellcat. From the way you writhed against my fingers just seconds ago I doubt that you hate me."

The smug tone in his voice made me want to stomp my leg in a childish fit but instead I hopped towards the shower for another clean up as I felt I really needed it right now.

A really cold shower to make that fucking blush go away.

And in the meanwhile perhaps I would gather enough courage to face that sexual deviant on the other side of that door instead of staying inside the bathroom for the rest of the day.

Or the rest of my life.

Authors note: A smutty part for you. Hope it sounds believable. Thank you for all the reviews once again.