AN: Just so everyone is aware, there IS a Bella Paul one-shot in the works.

Also just a warning, some smut in the upcoming chapters.

BELLA

They started their hike in silence and Bella was beginning to get the impression that Damon might be upset with her. Her every comment or question was met with the shortest possible answer; even the amount of times Damon reach to help her over particularly hard terrain was kept to the minimum.

"Is it okay if we take a break?" Bella spoke softly, not wanting to disrupt the rhythmic sounds of their footsteps.

"Sure," He agreed after a moment of thought and waited for Bella to catch up to him before he ushered her to a tree that had fallen nearby.

"Thanks." Bella began to play with the edge of one of her sleeves as she sat quietly, looking around them at the trees. It always shocked her, the difference in foliage compared to Forks. Then again, she was on the opposite coast. As usual, she took the time they sat quietly to wonder about her hometown.

She had spoken with Jake numerous times over the last few days; she smiled to herself, remembering the first conversation about how he had finally imprinted nearly a week ago. She'd also been relieved to hear that no one had heard or been bothered by Edward which, to her, meant he must be honoring their agreement to give her space.

What would it be like, she wondered, to go back and be Bella Barbie now? After all of the independence, Damon had gifted her. Could she go back as this new Bella? Would he even want her this way, no longer questioning her every move, wanting her freedoms to do with her time as she wished?

She didn't like to dwell on it for long, or she found she was a spiraling mess for the rest of the day when she did let these thoughts and worries consume her.

"Damon?" She looked over at him, standing only an arms-length away and seemingly lost in his thoughts. "Damon," Bella tried again, waiting until he turned to look at her before speaking again.

"Is everything okay?"

"Did you want to keep moving?"

They spoke in unison. Bell chuckled softly, apologizing and shaking her head. "No, I was just wondering if we were okay?" She stood, pushing up from the trunk and closing the short distance between them. "You haven't exactly been yourself this morning." She'd over to him, wanting to take his hand in hers and give it a reassuring squeeze, but before she could he had flashed further away from her.

DAMON

He hadn't meant to slip away from her so suddenly, but his control was nearly in tatters at this point, he'd promised her a good old-fashioned attempt to get to know one another.

And he just knew if he lost himself in Isabella the way he wanted desperately to he might never be himself again.

"Today's just, a little hard." His answer offered little insight and she gave a frustrated groan, stepping closer to him still. He took another step back. "What could be hard about today?" her head cocked to the side as she studied him.

"Multiple things," He mused mostly to himself as he took a deep breath to steady his thoughts. Her lingering arousal from this morning nearly choked him when he did. He watched in amusement as this answer did little to appease her curiosity. She stepped over to him again and once more Damon flickered and was gone from her line of sight.

He watched Bella whirl on her toes back to face him, a scowl on her face. "Very mature Damon." He heard her grumble, and they repeated the cycle several more times.

Bella would turn to face him, step towards him to try and catch his attention, Damon would easily maneuver farther away from her; watching with a playful gleam in his eye. It was very satisfying for him to see her becoming so frustrated with him, her earlier concerns for his emotional well-being were placed on hold while their game continued.

"So very mature, Mr. Salvatore." Bella had quipped as she turned to follow him for the umpteenth time farther from the spot that they had taken their rest. He grinned lopsidedly at her, an action that he did not do often as he so enjoyed the way her heart sputtered when he did.

"I am, aren't I, Mrs. Salvatore." Damon stopped suddenly, aware that this was the first time either of them had said it aloud in the near month that she'd been here. He suddenly found himself nervous, knowing in the back of his mind that while they were actually getting to know one another, the decision on their annulment he would ultimately leave to Bella; as he'd promised her after the 90 days.

Bella's expression became unreadable for a beat before a very deep blush graced her face and blossomed down her neck and chest. He darted forward again at an inhuman pace, accidentally hitting Bella too hard as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

She let out a soft 'oomph' as Damon tightened his grip on her, to keep her from falling backward. He couldn't stop himself, as instantaneous as his grip was so was his nose suddenly buried into the crook of her neck; greedily inhaling her scent as her pulse point throbbed.

"Damon?" His little doe's soft voice reach his ears and drew him out of his instinctual fog. He'd started to let her go, arms around her waist loosening and he moved to step away from her

"Control, Isabella. Control is hard today." His voice was gruff. He felt her hands reach up and lock together behind his neck; not an easy feat for her given their height difference and the fact that Damon was still holding her at an awkward angle.

'Please...'

If he hadn't been staring at her mouth he might not have even realized she'd spoken. He searched her face for some hint of uncertainty, something to tell him if he should be the one to use the tattered remains of his control to pull away.

He found nothing, and suddenly he was on her; one arm wrapped around her waist and the other holding the back of her head to him as he kissed her.

BELLA

She had never been kissed like this before. Her heart pounded in her ears and she was sure if her eyes weren't shut the trees around here would be spinning.

Not that kissing Edward had ever been unpleasant. They were short, sweet. There was some need whenever Bella tried to push the bounds of their relationship, but he usually ended them quickly after; his control his excuse each time. Jake had kissed her a few times over the years, each time had been urgent, but she'd felt like it was a child kissing their babysitter; quick and before they could react so they couldn't be told no.

There was no control here. No chaste pecks or sweet kisses. No urgency. Damon's kisses were deliberate, needy, and wanting in a way that Bella was usually only used to giving during kisses. Rational thought flew from her mind when her back hit a tree, knowing that it would likely leave a bruise based on the dull throb she felt on her back. One of her legs instinctively lifted to wrap around his hip, their heads turning slightly to deepen the kiss, as the hand that had held Bella's head firmly in place moved down her body to squeeze the thigh wrapped around him firmly.

"Damon." She gasped aloud when they finally broke their kiss so she could breathe. Their ragged breathing was the only sound she could hear now, aside from the blood rushing through her body. She tilted her head back to take a deep breath of fresh air and he took the opportunity to reattach his mouth to her via her jaw, firm kisses peppering along the edge and down her neck as he unraveled his arm from around her waist, hoisting her up so she could wrap both legs around him.

The combination of his proximity to the heat at the apex of her thighs and his mouth now alternating between leaving open mouth kisses down her neck and biting at the flesh made her groan. Her hands tangled themselves into the thick locks atop his head and used the leverage to pull his face back to hers.

"Isabella." Came his strained response, his mouth flush against her ear as he spoke. The sound of her name on his lips made the tension in her groin coil even tighter.

He had begun to roll his hips into hers, his hands now planted one on her thigh and the other on her ass to keep her level with his hips. The new friction against the thin material of her joggers was enough for her to start moaning; his mouth greedily swallowing the sounds as they came from her. They stayed that way a moment, Damon consuming her and roughly rolling his hips into her as delicious friction began to build between her legs.

His hand on her thigh had crept upwards and was now slipping fingers into her waistband. His hips stopped their movement and he pulled away from Bella's mouth, breaking their kiss to rest his forehead against hers; their breaths mingled as they caught their breath. She stared back into his eyes for a moment before his hand completely disappeared into her pants, running lithely over the now-soaked material of her panties.

He pressed gently into her panties right over the spot that hid her clit, and Bella's hips bucked into his hand in response. Her eyes flew open to meet his to see that the normally bright blue orbs had adopted a much darker tone.

"Keep them open," He commanded her, his eyes narrowing when she moaned and nodded.

It was easier said than done, Bella quickly realized as his fingers move her panties to the side to roam freely along her wet slit. "You're so wet, Isabella, and you smell so. fucking. good." her eyes threatened to roll back into her head at his words, which he had punctuated by rolling the tender bundle of nerves that was we clit under his fingers with each word.

A stream of profanities paired with his name were the only sounds she could make that made sense. She could feel her release building and knew he could see in her eyes that she was close.

"Ask me," He growled lowly at her, his gaze had never strayed from hers, watching as every sensation registered on her face.

"P-Please Damon!" She nearly shouted, her hips bucking rhythmically with his fingers as she sought release. He didn't answer her immediately, only when he could tell that she could no longer hold the waves of pleasure back did he deftly move his hand so two of his fingers had buried themselves into her pumping at a deliberate pace while his thumb took the place of said fingers at her clit.

"Do it, little doe, cum for me." He leaned down at his words and took her mouth with his after that. which was good, because spots ate at Bella's vision and she could no longer keep them focused as her orgasm rocked through her. He again smothered the moans and cries that came from her with his mouth, kissing her deeply as she drowned in the sensations his hand was causing.

When she could finally see again, they stayed wrapped around each other. Damon's hand in her panties had slid around her waist when her trembling subsided. His kisses were more tender now as she came down from the impossible high he had taken her to.

She pulled away slightly, far enough for her gaze to meet his again as he grinned lopsidedly at her. "You're a potty mouth, you know that?" That was all he said, chuckling softly at the way her blush crept back up her neck and face, and she buried her face into his chest.

AN: Soooo, there it is! Their first physical contact beyond kisses and groping.

phew. that was... to write... aha.

So, yes eventually things would come to a head, Edward will be making an appearance shortly :( I am not sure if I want unhinged Edward, or if I want i-see-now Edward.

Let me know what you think!