Kissing

By ChocolateEclar

A/N: These are my entries into the contests by Lolly (aka "Mystique Angelique"). This first chapter is my "Kissing Paul Slater" contest entry, and the second chapter is my "Kissing Jesse De Silva" entry. The latter is a continuation of the former. The basic guidelines for the contests were:

Paul Contest:

1. Must be under Suze's point of view.

2. Must have a Paul/Suze kiss.

3. Must be 1000 words or less.

4. Must be titled "Kissing Paul Slater."

Jesse Contest:

1. Must be under Suze's point of view.

2. Must have a Jesse/Suze kiss.

3. Must be 1500 words or less.

4. Must be titled "Kissing Jesse De Silva."

I am a Jesse Fan so you do the math as to how this turns out by the end of "Kissing Jesse De Silva"...


Part One:

Kissing Paul Slater

I didn't like it. I swear I didn't. Paul was just taking advantage of what he had hanging over my head – Jesse. I mean, I am not the kind of girl who falls for someone who blackmails me.

But I have to admit, the blackmailer does kiss very well. Oh shut up!

Jesse doesn't know. If he did, I know he'd go after Paul and get himself exorcised again. I can't let that happen though. I just have to figure this out on my own. Something inside me says kissing Paul is a strange way of figuring things out, but I never liked that voice anyway.

Today is another shifter lesson with him. I know what will happen.

Adam dropped me off at the end of the driveway as usual. As I came towards Dr. Slaski's huge home, I could see Paul waiting on the front steps.

I know what will happen, but I can't leave. As much as I hate and love it, I just can't.

"Hey, Suze," he called out lazily with that smirk of his. I want to wipe it off his face. He enjoys this torture!

Instead, I just stepped right up to him and waited for it – a kiss so bittersweet, it hurt to breathe. For just a moment, I could forget why I was there with this guy.

I will never forget those moments even when now I know they're wrong. Being with Paul is so horrible, and yet…

I know what will happen, but I can't stop kissing him. I tried to push him away in the beginning, but it's no use. That warm, rough feeling that spreads through me feels so good.

I wish I didn't feel guilty around Jesse. I'm doing this for him, so he isn't exorcised, aren't I?

But I think a bit of me likes this dangerous game I'm playing. Trying to keep Jesse safe and in the dark, while sharing kisses with Paul.

This time there was a rustle from behind us, and I broke away and spun around. No one was there…anymore.

A dull ache I hadn't noticed spread through my chest. How could I explain this?

It was too late. Jesse knew.


A/N: Please review! And don't forget to read the conclusion of this.... ("Kissing Jesse De Silva")