A/N: I'm just feeling like doing one-shots for the moment, but eventually I'll get back to my longer stories. Eventually. I lost my grandpa yesterday, so my writing mood took another hit. I will get there. Someday. For now, enjoy this little Paul/OC one-shot.

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Paul landed with a clean flip on the floor of the cave and straightened his jacket with a goofy smile on his face. He was ready to go to the boardwalk and he wanted to go now. He didn't want to wait for his brothers to all wake up from the day of sleeping. He wanted to go.

"Impatient, are we?" David asked, landing next to him.

"Paul's got a hot date at the boardwalk, Davie, didn't you know?" Dwayne teased, walking around on the ceiling before joining them on the floor.

"Fuck off," Paul said, pushing at his brother, though he didn't lose his smile. "I don't date."

"That doesn't stop you from seeing her every night, bro," Marko pointed out.

"Et tu, Marko?" Paul asked, putting a wounded look on his face and a hand over his heart. "Et tu?"

Marko shrugged and hid his Cherub's smile behind his thumbnail.

"He's not wrong, now is he, Paul?" David taunted with a smirk. "You've been playing around with this girl for quite some time now. Did she manage to catch your undead heart?"

Paul rolled his eyes with a snort. "Davie, look who you're talking to. Me. I don't get caught by no one."

"Then eat her," Dwayne said, crossing his arms.

"And not the human way," Marko laughed, wiggling his tongue.

Paul shoved at him. "Bite me. Stormy and me are friends. I ain't eating her."

David's ice blue eyes danced. "You have feelings for her, Paul."

"Nah." Paul saluted his brothers with the bird. "I'm out."

He turned and bounded out of the cave and through the lobby of their home. There was no way that he could be in love with Stormy. Paul had been around for decades and he had never once fallen in love with a girl. All he did was prey on them and then take what he needed before moving on with his undead life. Yet, there was something different about this girl that he had run into on the boardwalk a few months back and couldn't get in his head to kill. He wanted to see more of her and do more things with her. Like he had with no one else but his Boys.

The trip to the boardwalk didn't take too long, but maybe that was because he decided to break a few speed limits on the way there.

Like any cops give a damn, Paul thought, parking his motorcycle and bounding through the crowd.

The wild blond Lost Boy used his nose to lead the way to Stormy, which wasn't too hard after all the time he had spend with her. A bit of vanilla mixed with lavender. Not too much, but enough to make her smell warm to him. Enough to make him brush his nose against her hair, her neck, at times and get a good whiff.

Not in love, he thought to his brothers as they started teasing him in his head again through their shared bond. So bite me.

Paul found Stormy leaning against the pier, smoking a cigarette and looking out at the ocean under the lights of the boardwalk. Her raven black hair was swept back over her shoulders and hung loosely over her black camisole and black lace bra. Dozens of black bracelets covered her arms and a black mini skirt clung to her waist with a silver chain belt. A set of high boots finished the outfit, marking her for the Goth that she was. But Paul knew that she was probably only sporting black eyeshadow and eyeliner tonight to go with her nose and eyebrow piercings. Her black lipsticks had run out and she couldn't find any to replace them.

The Lost Boy skipped over to her and pressed his nose to her hair. "Got a cig for me, Stormy Storm?"

Storm turned her grey eyes to him and her lips turned up in a smirk as she plucked her cigarette from between them. She blew out a small stream of smoke in his face, filling his lungs with the scent and laughed. "What makes you think I want to share, Paul?"

Paul glanced over her body. "You don't got a spare?"

"Nope." She waved the one she had in her hand. "This is the one I brought."

"Mine!" Paul exclaimed, snagging it from her and putting it between his lips. "Ah!"

Stormy spun around and put her hands on her hips. "Paul!"

"Stormy!" Paul echoed, smiling at her as he took a healthy drag on the cigarette.

"That's my cigarette, bub," Stormy said, pointing at the cigarette dangling from between his lips.

"Sharing is caring, sweetheart," Paul shot back. "Share with old Paul and show him you care." He took another drag. "Woo! Nicotine! Woo!"

Stormy rolled her eyes and stole the cigarette back. She put it between her lips and put her hand to his face, holding him back. "Es mio, es mine. Thank you very much. Go bum one off someone else if you want one so bad."

Paul mumbled something against her hand and made movements with his hands. Stormy lifted a pierced eyebrow and withdrew the cigarette from between her lips, blowing out a stream of smoke.

"What are you going on about?" she asked, pushing him back away from her.

"I was saying I got you something," Paul laughed, bouncing on his toes. "Something special and something you've always wanted."

"You can't have gotten David Bowie," the Goth teased with a smirk.

"Sweetheart, if I could have gotten David Bowie, I wouldn't be here. Me and Bowie would be shacked up with a bunch of chicks in his mansion and some bad seed." Paul shook his head. "Nah, I got you something better."

"Better than David Bowie?" Stormy asked like there was such a thing.

"Yep." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a fistful of small black tubes. "Look what I found."

Stormy's eyes went wide as she stared at the black tubes in his hands. "Are those…black lipstick?"

"Sure are."

"Mine?" Stormy whispered, moving closer to him.

Paul leaned into her face. "For the cig?"

He had never seen that girl move so fast in his life. She shoved the cigarette between his lips and snatched the tubes of black lipstick out of his hands in a flash. It was almost too quick for him to catch, but he managed. Stormy cradled the lipsticks against her chest and stuck her tongue out at him, looking proud of herself.

"Someone's a happy girly," Paul commented, taking a drag on the cigarette.

"Where in hell did you find these?" Stormy asked, gesturing at the lipstick in her grasp. "Everywhere I know is sold out, Paul."

"I have my ways and resources," Paul said mysteriously with a grin. "And I can get more anytime I wanna. So don't you fret your little black heart." He waved his hand. "Go on, put on some of it. Make yourself pretty and dark for me."

Stormy bounced onto her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Paul! You're the best!"

She danced off in the direction of a place where she could properly see herself and Paul stared at the moon for a moment, feeling his cheek tingle where her warm lips had touched it. The Boys taunted him from within his head and Paul had to shake himself out of it. His heart was clenching as if trying to beat after so many years of being dead.

Not in…

Paul dropped the cigarette and snuffed it out with the toe of his boot. He moved through the crowd of the boardwalk until he found Stormy again, standing like a new person by the carousel with her black lipstick on her lips. He kept moving until he was in front of her and took her face in between his hands. Their lips collided before she could get a word out and Paul kissed her tenderly, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, the softness of her lips.

Stormy looked up at him shyly when he parted from her a few moments later and he brushed his nose against hers. Her lipstick was untouched and he wondered if he had any on him. She glanced at his lips and shook her head a fraction of an inch to each side.

"You're good," she whispered. "And you're good…"

"You're tasty," Paul said, breathing in her scent and brushing his nose against her cheek. "Much better than any cigarette."

"Paul…" Stormy shivered, looking at him.

"I've got you," Paul promised, pressing his lips to hers again. "Forever."

And with a start, he realized that he meant it.

Stormy leaned into him and kissed him back, letting the kiss go deeper and burn through the two of them.

Bite me Bros. This one isn't getting eaten our way. Maybe the human way, but not our way. So bite me.

A round of approving laughter filled his head at that and Paul lost himself in the kiss, knowing that the Boys were on his side on this matter. And maybe they always had been.

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A/N: Thank you for your patience. Stay safe and keep smiling through everything. Much love and to happier days. -Scarlet