A/N: Long time, no type. Why? Because people. People are rude. People show no respect to privacy. I am in a bad place, so don't expect a lot of fast updates. Until I move outta here. Love y'all though, so enjoy some Paul.
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Jessi heard someone strumming a guitar as she walked down the street and huffed, crossing her arms. "I know it's you, Paul. And I'm so not impressed."
Paul laughed and came out of the darkness, playing the guitar that he'd bought for her. She no longer wanted it, knowing that there were strings attached to it. Literal undead strings.
"C'mon Beautiful, you know you love me," he said, swinging the guitar over his back. "I can even sing you a rock love song if it makes you feel better."
"I don't want to hear you sing! I don't want you anywhere near me! Go away!" Jessi ordered, pointing in a random direction. "I want you to – to fucking stay away from me! You hear me?"
"I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drum…" Paul sang before bursting into laughter.
"Paul! Be serious! It will never, ever, ever work between us! You are a fucking vampire! I am human! And guess what? I hate your kind! I fucking hate your kind!"
She hated that she wanted to run over to him and bury her face against his chest, to cry into his jacket and breathe in his scent. She shouldn't want that, right? She should hate him and his family as much as she hated the pricks that she lived with. It was like there was two wolves fighting in her and she wasn't sure which one was going to win.
"Jessi," Paul sang, dancing towards her.
Jessi reached for her necklace and found it missing. "The fuck?!"
Paul whistled and twirled the golden chain around his finger. "Looking for this, Beautiful?"
"You! Give that back!"
Paul put his tongue in his cheek and his blue eyes glittered. "Why don't you come and take it from me?"
Jessi growled and advanced on him, throwing caution to the wind. That necklace had belonged to her mother, though she would never tell that to Paul or any of his family. She would not let him keep his grubby vampire hands on it.
But would you like his hands on you?
The very thought of Paul having his hands on her again, sent electricity shooting through her veins. She wanted it and didn't want it at the same time. She wanted to feel that fire through her body. The chill of his skin against hers.
Fuck, she thought, performing a roundhouse kick that knocked him backwards. "Give me back my necklace, asshole!"
The Lost Boy laughed and continued to swing it around his finger without missing a beat. Jessi lifted an eyebrow and blew away a strand of platinum blond hair. She unleashed a flurry of attacks that he dodged or blocked or just didn't seem fazed by. She cried out when he wrapped the chain around her wrists and pulled her close by the crucifix.
"You're hurting yourself!" she gasped, smelling burning flesh.
"Oh?" Paul lifted an eyebrow and looked down at his smoking hand. "Would you look at that? I'm on fire."
He smirked and pulled her closer. Jessi let out a little sound of annoyance and struggled against the chain, but it was biting into her skin.
Don't bleed. Don't bleed. Don't bleed.
Paul flashed her a smile. "Beautiful, relax. I don't want to eat you like that." He winked. "I mean, I'll eat you in a certain way, but that's more fun than anything."
Color flooded Jessi's face and liquid heat pooled in her lower belly. She looked away from him, embarrassed. Paul's fingers lightly caressed her face and turned it back towards him.
"It's okay," he said gently. "I've got you."
Forever…
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Paul kissed Jessi and slowly rocked his hips into hers, taking her from one point of madness to the next, on a bed in a motel that he'd quickly found for them. Jessi's fingers tightened on his as she went over yet another high peak and she moaned loudly, her heels digging into his ass. Paul grinned and peppered her face with light kisses.
The Lost Boy was taken away by the beauty on her face as he made love to her. The gentle curves of her body that he'd exposed with each layer of clothing that he'd peeled off. All that unblemished ivory skin. She really had earned the right to be nicknamed "Beautiful" by him, he realized. Unlike any other girl that he'd ever slept with.
She's the last one, Paul thought, rocking his hips harder to earn a different sound from her lips. The last one that I want to be with. The only one that has ever made me feel like this. Protective…needing to be charming…all that. I want her with me forever. Not just as something to be tossed aside because of Time.
Then feed her…
Paul mentally shook his head when he heard his brothers talking in his head.Thank God that his Sisters weren't able to come into his head. He did not want them to see what he was seeing now.
"Mmm…" Jessi moaned, her eyes glowing as she looked up at him through half-hooded eyes.
Beautiful…
Paul let out a whoop of surprise when Jessi rolled them over so that she was on top. She bit her bottom lip seductively as she rolled her hips slowly into his. Paul squeezed her fingers and smiled up at her, enjoying the show, the sensations, everything.
She's the…Paul thought before he saw the uncertainty in her eyes.
"What, Beautiful?"
"I…I…" She swallowed and shook her head, looking away, moving her hips slowly. "Forget it…"
Paul lifted his hips roughly to get her attention. "Hey! You with the beautiful…everything…tell w
Jessi frowned and looked back at him. "Well, you know…you know…"
"Know what?" Paul asked, teasing, waiting.
"Paul…" Jessi whined, stopping moving.
"C'mon, say it. You want me to take you hard. Harder than this. Harder than anything tonight so far."
"So far?" Jessi's eyebrow went up.
"Yeah. You think this is the one and done? Uh-uh Beautiful!" Paul rolled over on top of her and lowered his face to hers so that his nose brushed hers. "I'm an all night vampire…"
He didn't miss the excitement in her eyes before he kissed her and started pounding into her so that the neighbors would hear the bed, and her screams.
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Jessi cursed as she woke up to the sun hitting her in the face. She frowned and realized that she was naked in a strange room. She glanced over at where Paul had been the last time she'd had her eyes open.
He wasn't there.
But it sure looked like he'd left the bed in a hurry.
Where? Jessi wondered before realizing she smelled burnt flesh. Oh shit!
Jessi hurried out of the bed and ran into the bathroom. Paul was shaking in the bathtub, his face turned away from her. She looked at him with dark eyes, concerned.
"Paul?" she asked quietly.
"You…you should be sleeping, Beautiful," Paul said, keeping his face averted. "I should have exhausted you…very well with everything that we did. I'm surprised that you're able to walk."
"Trust me, it hurts," Jessi said, glaring at him. "But you know what probably hurts worse? Whatever fucking body part you let get burnt by the sun."
"Like I wanted to get burnt by the sun," Paul laughed. "I just…had a really sexy girl laying naked next to me and didn't feel like leaving her alone in a seedy motel."
"Yeah, boohoo. You got ass and now you don't want to abandon her," Jessi growled, advancing on him. "That's not a good excuse to risk your undead life. So, show me what's wrong with you and then we'll figure something out."
Paul shook his head. "No."
"Paul, do it or so help me."
Paul shook his head again.
Jessi growled and jumped into the tub, sitting in front of him. "Fucking hell."
The left side of Paul's face was burnt to the point it looked like he had a really bad second degree sunburn. Jessi felt her heart crack at the sad smile on his face, the pain in his eyes.
She sighed and reached out, touching his unburnt cheek. "We'll figure this out."
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A/N: So, yeah. Good mood gone. I'm planning hostile takeover. And guess what, I have been made Honorary Sergeant by the National Guard at the hospital I work at. So enjoy. - Scarlet
