Mistakes

(A/N): First I want to say that this is my first fanfic ever. So if it sux, please don't chase me down with torches and pitchforks... Anyway, I always wondered what would happen if Paul had gotten the better of Suze in Haunted (I think a lot of us do) so I decided to write about it. I doubt this really would have happened but it's my fanfic and if you have any problems with that then you don't have to read it. If anyone has made a story similar to this, I'm sorry but I swear that I didn't steal your idea.

P.S. I'm starting at the place where Suze and Paul were sitting in his room talking about that Soul transference thing, but it's not going to be the same word for word.

Disclaimer: I do not own Suze, Paul, Jesse, or any other Mediator characters. They belong exclusively to the wondrous Meg Cabot.

Chapter one: Pleasure

His face was awfully close to mine... Why was his face so close? I started to pull away, but his warm fingers instantly seized my wrist. I glanced at his hand. It looked tanned and dark against my slightly pale one.

"Paul—"I started, but that was as far as I got because he had leaned across and kissed me! I sat there, stunned for a second. But then I started to kiss him back a little... then a lot. I brought my hands up and ran them quickly through his hair. It was just as silky as it looked. Damn he was a good kisser! I was well aware that it was wrong. I mean, he was the spawn of Hell! Why the hell was I kissing him like this? But I couldn't stop. He was just too good! Too warm. And, in a strange way, too comforting. It was obvious that Jesse didn't want me, and it was nice to know that someone did. But, then, if I kept this up, wouldn't it mean that I would be using Paul to make myself feel better? Oh, who cared?! It's not like Paul wanted me to love him or anything. He just wanted my body. So I'd let him have it. I wouldn't let it go too far, I would just have a little fun with him. No big deal...

His tongue flicked across my lips, bringing me back to reality. I parted my lips for him and his tongue delved into my mouth. God he tasted good! Like Crest, bubble gum, and... well... him! Suddenly I realized that somehow we had ended up lying on the bed with him halfway on top of me, his weight pressing me gently yet firmly into the mattress. I couldn't resist letting my hands roam up his back, bringing his shirt up with them. Our mouths parted for a moment, just long enough to get his shirt over his head. I threw it on the floor beside us. Jeez, this was fun. I could have done this for hours, days even! With him on top of me, whispering and moaning in that sexy latino voice of his. Wait... latino? No, that wasn't right was it? But I quickly lost my train of thought when he started to kiss and nibble his way down my neck. Oh! That felt good! His tongue slithered across my collarbone, causing me to gasp and shiver with pleasure. I felt him smile against the nape of my neck as he lightly kissed it, bringing yet another light shiver from me. Wow, he was good... Then I felt his hand snake up under my shirt and start stroking my side gently.

"Oh, god, Jesse!" I sighed, then instantly realized what I had said. But Paul was either too interested in his work to notice, or he just didn't care because he was back to kissing my lips. Oh, well. At least it hadn't bothered him right? It hadn't meant anything anyway. Just a slight slip of the tongue. And speaking of tongues... I grinned at my own thoughts.

Suddenly I heard a rustling from the other side of the room and a painfully recognizable voice say, "Susannah?" I sat up like a bolt, shoving Paul off of me.

"Jesse!"

(A/N): Uh-oh! Suze is in t-r-o-u-b-l-e!! hehe! I know this chapter was really short but I just had to have a cliffhanger. Sorry. But if you wanna find out what happens you hafta R&R! So, go ahead, click that little button down there... you know the one...