AN: Hey everyone! This story is my newest writing whirlwind. I wanted to write a steamier story then my other story currently being written and I find Paul and Bella to be the perfect match for that. This story has a LOT of explicit language and will have LEMONS later. Please do not read this if you are under the age of 18. This Bells is a little OOC since she is older and a little more grown up than New Moon Bella. Edward leaves and never comes back in this story and its three years after that. Paul is pretty in canon and so are the rest of the gang. Please, please, please, let me know what you think! I will be updating this pretty frequently like my other story as well. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Paul Freaking Lahote. Paul freaking Lahote. Paul FREAKING lahote. That's the only name I could think about for the past three days. A person I never thought I'd think about except to make fun of or to piss off. The only thing we had been good at in the past was getting under each other's skin. We had a tumultuous relationship at best. He only recently started to even hang out in the same room while I was around the other guys. He didn't like me, and saying that is honestly a bit generous. Alright, more than a bit generous, he hated me. I was in fact the resident leech lover in wolf country, more specifically the leech lover who had smacked him straight upside the head. In my defense, he deserved it, and it was years ago. I had grown since then. I just wish he would drop the leech lover crap, seeing as its been 3 years since Edward up and left. Usually all we could manage to do was push each other to our absolute limits. I think I've single handedly made Paul phase more than any actual vampire has. And now, here I am, in my old teenage bedroom, unable to get over the fact that I like him. I actually like him. I don't know how, or why, seeing as we had looked each other in the eyes numerous times. It couldn't be imprinting, so maybe the ridiculous bad boy charm was infiltrating my subconscious… Nope that can't be it. This definitely has wolf voodoo written all over it. I just have to keep repeating that night in my head, in hopes to figure out What. The. Hell. Happened.
Something about this bonfire Friday was different, but I couldn't for the life of me seem to figure out what. It seemed to be the same as always; Emily and Sam were sickeningly sweet, Jared and Kim were all over each other, and Jake had finally found a girlfriend. His school boy crush on me had finally passed and for that I was extremely grateful, I was ready to get back to Jake and Bells in the garage, drinking nasty warm sodas. I hadn't give Paul much thought that night, just like always. I can admit that his bad boy appeal was incredibly hot, but his hatred for me usually squelched that one positive attribute instantaneously. The bonfire had started as all of the countless barbecues we had started. Emily, Kim, and I, headed down to the beach to set up the food while Sam and Jared set up the fire and the tables for us to put everything on. Em had made pasta salad, rolls, and burger patties. Kim had made a couple casseroles and brought chips from the store. Lastly, I had brought some desserts and drinks from the bookstore cafe I work at in Port A. I had made them while I worked that afternoon, as always. Jake, Quil, and Embry played football in the sand while Jake's new girlfriend watched them, unable to keep her ogling stares at bay. Paul was nowhere to be found, and that was typical. He normally showed up at least halfway through, usually smelling of booze or with some bimbo on the back of his bike. He had refused to drive a car, which never made any sense to me. It rains like 300 days a year, cant he see the irony in the lack of practicality? Anyways, he hadn't showed up as normal. The rain had cleared long enough usually for our bonfires every Friday night, once again, probably some wolf magic afoot.
It was exceptionally warm and the guys had descended on the food faster than I could possibly shoo them away. They ate until they literally couldn't anymore and we all settled in around the fire, Sam wanted to go over pack business, and he couldn't until Paul showed up. Everyone was chatting about random things when Paul's loud motorcycle engine was heard as he pulled into the parking lot. He walked as usual, with a seemingly large chip on his shoulder, even with the resentment he was very handsome. His long hair almost always seemed to be covering his eyes, another one of his rebellious actions. Sam had tried to alpha order him to cut it after it began to grow out after the initial cutting post phase, and somehow failed. Paul had a stubborn streak about a mile wide, apparently strong enough that his will wasn't so easily bent, not even by the rightful alpha. He was wearing a biker's cut and black jeans, with black work boots. Of course, he didn't have a shirt on. He never did. At least he didn't seem slightly intoxicated when he showed up and sat as far away from me. Looking at me straight in the eyes to let me know that he was intentionally avoiding me.
I shuddered remembering his words, "I see the beloved leech bitch is still here. Why is she allowed in on this anyways? She sure as shit ain't Quileute." Sam just looked annoyed as always when Paul felt the need to be petulant, "It's been years Paul, get over it. She knows, therefore she's pack. End of story. Also, thank you for finally gracing us with your presence. I know punctuality isn't your strong suit." Clearing his throat he kept going, "Alright, so now that everyone is here we have pack business to go over. We aren't going to be having patrol rotations nearly as frequently now. We haven't seen, heard, or smelled a leech in over 2 years since the redhead incident. They have well and truly moved on." Everyone collectively breathed a loud sigh of relief. The pack was worn ragged after all the things they'd been through as a family. They deserved some peace.
The party kicked up about five notches after Sam spread the good word. I think everyone had been wound so tight the past few years due to all the responsibility crashing down on their shoulders and Sam had just lifted a colossal weight. The shouts and cheers erupted as Jake and Quil headed back to the Black cottage to pick up more liquor. Even though they were still underage. Unlike the rest of us. Billy understood that the guys needed some relaxation, even if drinking wasn't the correct answer, it did take the edge off. Especially his special concoction, Wolf Shine. Well, it took the edge off of Paul the most. He was half tolerable when he was shit faced. He whipped out a large clear jug that was in the saddlebags on his bike. He yanked the cork off with his teeth and took a huge swig that cleared a quarter of the bottle. A swig that would've gotten any of the younger wolves tipsy. But, if there was one thing Paul was experienced in, its drinking.
"Hey leech lover, take a swig, you could use one. Or a hundred. You're so uptight you make my grandma look loose. My freedom just got restored, so I guess I can't hate you entirely anymore. Since ninety percent of all this is your fault. With not so golden boy Cullen. So drink, or be the same old boring prude you've always been." The way he spoke to me jolted a slight pang of revulsion back into me but I was still smitten. Not because of what he said, but something in me changed that night. I drank, and boy did I REALLY drink. I was hungover until yesterday. I didn't know people could be hungover for so long. The only problem is I can't remember much after my first couple of drinks. I remember Kim and I dancing to some crappy pop band, and the boys wolf whistling us. Then Paul challenging me again, where I took a few more hearty swigs, and everything goes fuzzy. I can't remember anything past that. I have to go to Emily's tonight. Maybe she knows what happened. She doesn't drink at all, someone in her family was an alcoholic and she can't bear to drink. Sam doesn't drink much either, which comes with the responsibility of being the leader. She'd know exactly what happened.
I threw my jacket on and sped to Emily's. Big red wasn't capable of much, but she could get me to La Push in a hurry. I pulled into the Rez and felt at home, I made my way back into the more rugged parts of the Rez and there sat Sam and Emily's quaint cottage. Emily was the quintessential homemaker and she could DIY the crap out of the worst looking thing. Their house looked as good as it ever had. She also always knew when I pulled up before I actually did. She was standing on the porch in a cute sundress. Her megawatt smile blinding me from the car. I got out and headed up to greet her, and she wrapped me in a hug.
"How you doin' Bells? You had quite the night, Friday." She chuckled.
"Was it that bad? I seriously don't remember anything past me and Kim showing off our kick-ass dance moves." She couldn't help but start full blown laughing at that. "Oh. my sweet Bella, you showed off a little more than just your kick-ass dance moves." I couldn't help but go scarlet red when I heard that. "I did, what?!, I shouted, a little too loudly as we headed inside. Emily pulled out some fresh bread from the oven before she sat down to keep talking to me. "Oh, Bells, Hun. You wanted to go skinny dipping claiming you were so hot you could instantly combust." She emphasized the air quotes of combust, and I continued to turn scarlet. Reaching new shades of crimson. I slumped over with my head on the kitchen table imagining me in my underwear in front of the whole pack and the countless grief I would get for it. I squeaked out, "Please, tell me, that's the worst of it." She just gave me a sympathetic smile, "I wish but, uh, you went in fully in the buff. Thank spirits all the little pups had already been sent home when the drinking got crazy. You put on quite the show, and you embarrassed the crap out of Jake. I don't think he was ready for all of that. His girlfriend looked like she wanted to take your head off, but Jake went running to throw your dress back on you. Paul got the best look though, he seemed a little shocked. He had some names for you afterwards. Ones I don't feel like repeating. The only problem is, I don't know where you went off to after that. Sam said you were safe, and I figured Quil brought you home, he disappeared around same time. Paul went missing around the same time, too."
I groaned, "Thanks for letting me know Em, I am going to get shit for this for the rest of eternity and I am never drinking again. Someone must've brought me home, it probably was Q."
The back door jostled open and I almost fell out of my seat, Paul walked in with his mechanics jumpsuit on covered in grease. Dirt was the bane of Emily's existence so she yelled at him to clean up in the mud room before he came in.
He came into the kitchen with a large smirk on his face and said, "Oh Hey, Tits. Nice to see you."
