A/N: I'm trying for some lighthearted fun here and I think I managed. I'm feeling at peace right now and I'm getting back into the writing spirit slowly but surely. It's a hard thing for me because my brain is not processing things right now. But I'm trying. One-shot for Paul and a different OC…Enjoy!

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Paul moved along the boardwalk, skipping through the crowd and filching pockets where he could. He had a large grin on his face as he moved with feline grace, his blue-green eyes full of wild life. The Lost Boy loved coming to the boardwalk and messing with the people that came there – tourists, locals, anyone that he could get his hands on. But there was another reason he wandered off alone at this time around this time every night and it wasn't for a score of the good stuff anymore.

There's the kitty, he thought to himself, hopping out of the crowd and seeing the now familiar face standing near the ice cream stand.

The teenager that had become a regular to him was a pretty young thing in his opinion with long auburn hair that fell in waves around her shoulders and pretty green eyes that were rimmed in kohl liner and long black lashes. A pouty set of kissable lips constantly teased Paul to steal a kiss or two and Paul was always tempted to squeeze her body like her clothes did. Slap that ass, as he liked to tease her. Tonight, she was dressed in jeans and a black princess style shirt with a choker around her neck, revealing all the right amount of skin to tease the hell out of him.

The Lost Boy had seen her and talked to her for about two months now, but there was a problem wit h this little arrangement. In all that time, she'd earned his name and said it with a slight purr that got him good. But the Lost Boy had never heard a single person utter her name. To him, she was just Beautiful or Tease.

Paul bounded over to her and wrapped his arms around her middle, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Hey Beautiful," he said loudly, lifting her up slightly. "What are you up to tonight?"

"Hello Paul," the girl replied with a smile, patting his hand. "I'm enjoying the night and trying to get some ice cream. Would you like some?"

Paul glanced at the vendor. "One large vanilla cone. Don't skimp on the sprinkles." He squeezed the girl around the waste. "We can split the ice cream. The prices here are outrageous and I've got to keep my girlish figure."

She laughed at that and took the cone when the vendor offered it to her. Paul handed him over the money and then waddled with the girl over to the side of the boardwalk. He moved around her and they exchanged bites and licks of the ice cream for a few moments before Paul looked at her and laughed.

"What?" she asked, tilting her head to the side with a small smile on her face.

"You just look so damn pretty tonight," Paul said with a grin. "It's unreal, Beautiful."

A blush hit her cheeks and she looked away. "Thank you."

"You gonna tell me your name tonight?" Paul asked, bouncing on his toes.

A smirk touched her pouty lips. "Aw, is there no mystery between us, Paul?"

"I showed you mine, show me yours."

"Nope."

"Tease, please?"

"Uh-uh."

"I'll really show you mine if you don't," Paul warned, bumping his hips forward into hers. "Then you'll have to show me three things."

The girl laughed and put her hand on his chest, holding him back. "I think that the ice cream has frozen some of your brain or the bad seed got to you. You're speaking nonsense, Paul love."

Paul grinned and wiggled his hips at her. "Show me yours, honey. C'mon. Show me, show me, show me."

"No, no, no." She laughed, shaking her head so that her hair bounced. "I'll never tell."

Paul grabbed the ice cream and took a long slow lick before throwing it overboard. He grasped her hand and slid the other one around her waist, fingertips flirting with the top of her ass. His eyes held hers as he started to sway with her, looking down at her from his slightly more impressive height. The other Boys were talking in his head from a distance, but he pushed their words to the back of his mind, their excitement of the hunt because he was on his own hunt, had his own excitement that was driving him forward. This girl was just as bad of a high as any weed, as any blood that he had partaken in lately and he couldn't get enough of her. He needed more of her.

"I bet I can get you to tell," Paul said with a confident grin.

"How?"

The Lost Boy lowered his face towards hers and brushed his lips against hers tentatively before closing in all the way. He took the kiss deeper and molded his body against hers, tasting the sweetness of her ice cream and the natural sweetness of her mouth. The vampire in him could feel her heart race beat under her skin, hear it pound against her ribcage as he kissed her senseless. It was a drug and he wanted more. The blond tangled his fingers in her soft waves of hair and kissed her harder, ready to devour her right then and there and she seemed to be ready to let him with the way that she gripped hold of him in desperation.

She needs to breathe, dumbass, David's voice reminded him as Paul continued to kiss the brunette.

Paul remembered that she was a human and he was a vampire and slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. She breathed in deeply, almost panting for air as they resurfaced from the kiss that left fire in his veins, a hunger in his soul and Paul felt her body shudder.

"Too much for you, Tease?" he asked, teasingly.

"Who's the tease now?" she questioned, shaking in his arms.

Paul smoothed his fingers through her hair and chuckled. "Payback is a bitch, isn't it, Beautiful?"

She stuck her tongue out at him and giggled as she closed her eyes, trying to focus on breathing. Paul watched her, studying her silver eyeshadow and secretly loving her modest makeup. This was one girl he would never eat for a careless meal. Not even if he got tired of this game, she was something special to him and she was too good to end up as vampire chow. Not even his Boys would touch her.

"Paul, is my name really that important to you?" she asked, opening her eyes a bit to look at him through her lashes.

"It'd be nice to know who to shout out to whenever I'm on the boardwalk," Paul told her with a grin. "And if we get frisky, I want to know who to encourage to keep going…" He put his tongue in his cheek when he saw her cheeks burn crimson. "I know, bad Paul. Bad me. Wanna spank me?"

She reached around him and patted him on the ass. "Watch yourself, mister. This Danica doesn't play nicely like that."

Paul blinked in surprise. "Did you just?"

Danica moved backwards out of his reach and put her hands behind her back, looking innocent. "Maybe, I did."

"You just gave me your name?"

"Maybe."

"It's Danica?"

Danica blinked and got a pout on her lips. "Paul…does that shock you?"

A wicked grin pulled at Paul's lips. "Nope! Let's play, Danica. If I catch you, I get to kiss you all over again."

The brunette laughed. "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours, huh?"

"What?" Paul asked, tilting his head to the side.

Danica turned away from him and started walking away into the crowd, preparing the chase. "Nothing!"

Paul laughed. "You little, beautiful tease, here old Paul comes!"

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! Leave a review if you want. May you have a blessed and relaxing day. -Scarlet