MS: HELLO EVERYONE! God, it's been awhile... Has it not? I'm just going to start off by giving you all a heartfelt apology for being so damn slack with everything. Well slack ain't even the word... More like invisible. Nursing school proved to be more of a challenge than I originally thought andddd somewhere over the course of all that, I guess I lost some inspiration. However, I'm back; back to stay. I just saw BD2 in theatres and my love for the wolfpack has been restored (regardless of the movie's BLATANT DISREGARD for wolfpack human scenes). So, without further ado... I bring you the new chapter of Irreconcilable Differences. Dedicated to the always wonderful supportive friend of mine, StealthLiberal. She's deadly guys; go check out her fic Shrapnel. And read the endnotes at the bottom of the chapter please!

ENJOY.

Paul watched her neck crane backward, the look on her face practically made his cock twitch in a way that he surprisingly liked.

"What the hell are you doing?!" She tried to smack his hand away from her nether regions but Paul was quick; grabbed her wrist, held it tight with the one hand he had free.

"Makin' it even."

Leah was staring up at him with eyes wide enough to resemble the spread of her legs right now and again, Paul Jr. twitched at the sight. She was hot, tight around Paul's finger and for a moment Paul had to wonder just how in the hell he and Leah managed to get there, be here in this situation.

His thoughts were interrupted however when Leah lifted a foot and jabbed her sole right into his wounded leg.

Searing pain shot up Paul's right limb and he damn near howled his disapproval at the action she took to get his finger out of her. Both of Paul's hands dove to his injured calf and Leah took the opportunity to turn onto her stomach, grasp the headboard and make to crawl out of his reach. However... Paul was not having it; not after that stunt.

The beta of Sam's pack snarled and with one hand still on his leg to brace himself, the other found its way to Leah's ankle and he hauled the girl back down the mattress; her fingernails almost splintering the worn redwood of his headboard.

"Don't even fucking think about it!"

Leah couldn't help the unwerewolf-like gasp she let out as the entireity of her form was pulled back down the mattress. "Paul fuck off-"

"No. You think you can insult me, get me hard and then just fuckin' ditch out?"

Leah stilled, looked over her shoulder at him.

"What...? What are you...?" Leah couldn't even bring herself to finish that sentence. Her skin was ridden with goosebumps; her bare ass and what lay between her thighs was staring Pail right in the face and fuck if he hadn't meant what he said... Paul's cock was harder, and looked a whole lot more intimidating then when she'd been hauling his jeans off.

She hadn't thought that was possible.

"I'm sayin' that god only fuckin' knows when Rachel's gonna get home so we might not have that much time to get things straight between the two of us." Leah opened her mouth to reply as she watched Paul let go of her ankle, raise his hand and then bring it down firmly on the right cheek of her ass. She let out an immediate hiss but her eyes still hadn't really lost any of that 'holy-fucking-christ' wonder and if anything, they got bigger when Paul shakily knelt over her.

"You can't be serious..."

"Why not." (Why YES?!)

"Because... Because you can't friggen stand me!" Leah nearly bit off her own tongue when she felt Paul roughly shove her legs apart and line himself up. Everything was happening too fast, too bluntly and hell... Was she ready for this...?

"You don't seem too keen on me either Clearwater."

"So why.. Are we doing this...?"

...The stalled, suddenly undefensive tone of Leah's voice made Paul pause above her. Why were they doing this...? Paul had an imprint. Rachel, his future, his life could walk in at any minute and see him, over naked friggen' Leah Clearwater of all people and leave his ass.

And Rachel was all he'd ever had, wasn't she.

Now Paul was an altogether uncomplicated guy. He yearned for the basics in life: food, shelter, humor, sex... But he wasn't typically fond of emotions. He told Rachel he loved her when she told him; he just didn't feel the need to tell her everyday because... He just didn't.

Period.

It wasn't no big deal. He was sure he cared about her... He was imprinted; of course he cared. He didn't care about Leah. This was just... A fuck.

A one-time thing that could give both of them a chance to have it out with eachother. An excuse to keep moving, to keep the venom from sitting in his veins and locking his joints. A way to show Leah she wasn't all that, a way to keep his leg from paining too much, a need to fuck somebody who seemed like she actually cared for once-

"Paul?"

He looked down at her. He was holding himself in his hand, when had that happened...?

"What?"

"I asked you, why are we doing this..."

Paul tilted his head. No friggen way he was getting dragged into this pit.

"...Because Rachel isn't here and I wanna fuck."

He was almost brutally fast in how he shoved himself inside her, buried all inches deep within Leah in one thrust and the way she cried out, the way she gripped him... It made Paul shiver down to his toes.

Leah's cry faded quickly and she hissed again, the sharp burn fading from Paul's entrance as though it were a needle prick that just needed to be over and done with. She let out a haggard breath as Paul's weight settled in on her, as his injured limb quivered against her own right calf. He was... Inside her. Paul Lahote, hothead extraordinaire with a degree in making her feel like shit,... Was screwing her right now.

Was the world ending?

The earlier events of the day flew past Leah's mind like the fluttering wings of a hummingbird and she remembered everything... Tried to pinpoint that moment when this, what was happening, could've been foretold or foreseen. And she was coming up blank. The vampires, yes, she could almost still feel the crystalline crunch of dead flesh in her teeth and the overripe stench of sugar and bleach. For a moment the dead eyes of that young vampire even flickered in hindsight. Then it was coming home; watching Paul strain on two legs, watching the grains of sugar tumble to the floor and spread out like snowflakes across the mahogany. The bedroom; yanking off his pants, getting so... Close to him-

Paul drew himself almost all the way out of her, then slammed back in and it really was all Leah could do not to groan. It had been nearly two years... Two years, since she'd had someone inside her, felt the tender stretch of her walls. The last one had been Sam.

...Sam. Now, there's an idea.

Leah grit her teeth and peered over her shoulder again as Paul sucked in a hot breath, pushed his hips forcefully into her for the third time. "I can't wait.. Until Sam sees this."

Paul froze and a slow, deadly-sounding growl escaped his lips. Like he wanted to be reminded of the fact that he was now balls deep in his best friend's ex; way to keep the mood going. "Shut the hell up Leah.."

"Fine; go harder."

Paul's growl stopped and his eyebrows shot straight into his hair line.

"Harder?"

Leah couldn't help rolling her eyes. She'd discovered a reason to do it, do Paul and to friggen enjoy it and now it was the beta's turn to act slow stiff and dumb? No way in hell. The shewolf cursed under her breath and rotated her hips in a way that just-Damn... Settled Paul inside and made both he and Leah shudder.

"Yes... You wanted to fuck me, so fuck me."

Fingers dug into the grooves between her ribs and Paul slung his body low over Leah's own, again the length of him rearranging itself and pushing deeper, sitting stronger within. The way he covered her suddenly made her feel small; Paul's breath pushed her raven hair at her ear.

"Love to."

Leah felt so good around him it was like fluid; like a body cutting through water and forcing the tide to part and move like magic. His hips began to piston and judging by the resistance, then the increasingly easier slide of his cock into her folds he had the sneaking suspicion that maybe Leah was a little more turned on by this then she wanted to admit to herself. A fuck; it was what they both needed. She could mention Sam all she wanted, truth be told, to her miserable heart's content but at the end of the day he was still with Emily. Her ex had still left her.

(Left her to be Paul's bitch for the night.)

So it wasn't like the only reason Leah was down for this was because she wanted to make Sam jealous.

Leah cried out again and it was a different sound... Higher, more girlish than Paul thought she'd really be capable of. It made him flex his hips harder, harder, pushing at her cervix like a man on a mission. Her spine curved and arched underneath his chest and Paul growled; slung his hand down past her ribs and under her torso to try and grab a handful of Leah's modest C-cup tits. He cursed again when the handful of boob ended up more a handful of tank top and bedspread.

Leah felt Paul probing for her breast and she pushed both palms into the mattress; ass into Paul's groin, chest rising just so so Paul could take her in hand but apparently the guy just didn't have any time for that.

"Fucking chick clothes," Paul gripped her tank top at the back of her neck with both hands and ripped the material right down the middle of her spine; the shreds he yanked out from under her moments later against Leah's sharp intake of breath. "Always in the goddamn way..."

"Jesus Paul, I needed that..!"

"Get a new one!" He poignated his words by a sharp bite delivered between her shoulderblades. Leah squeaked out at the pinching sensation... And a rush of arousal coated Paul's length. She could feel it... The animal inside, the barbaric part of her that lived for rank and pack.

Paul could feel it too, and he pressed a grin into the skin of her back.

"That's her in there isn't it... Your wolf. What, she like it when I do this?"

He accented a particularly hard thrust with another nip, this time his teeth closing near fare over the back of Leah's neck. She bucked underneath him and Paul felt her walls squeeze at him in such a way that made his mind just sort of go... 'Rachel Whoooo?' It was a pretty obvious fact, now even to the Cullens, Billy, Quil Senior and Leah and Paul's own parents that their kids were a lot less human and a lot more.. Savage then they used to be.

Not flesh-eating, impale-people-on-pikes savages.

Growling, snarling, hungry-like-the-wolf, savages.

And, with being part savage comes... New tastes. New attitudes. In the wild, wolves communicate by biting, licking, play-fighting... And male wolves show claim on a female by biting the scruff of her neck during 'mating'.

(Thank you Quil and the Discovery Channel.)

Leah snarled an evil little sound as Paul tried to poke the animal inside with a sharp stick. She hoped it worked; she hoped her shewolf came roaring to life and bit a goddamn chunk out of Paul bigger than that bloodsucker had. And she hoped he liked the taste of her skin, too.

He did.

Paul bet dollars to donuts that Leah's shewolf was soaking up the dominance inside the human girl as fast as Paul could dish it out; maybe craving more.

"Jesus Paul.. Jus'..." Leah couldn't help the volume of the sounds that fell from her lips or the way she only just now noticed that she and Paul were moving so hard the bed was moving right along with them. In fact, if she still had her hands perched on the headboard it would be squatting her fingers against the wall right now. "Just go harder... Fuck, deeper..!"

Harder. Deeper. Two words almost every man on the known planet earth could understand.

Paul snarled like he had done in battle and the ferocity with which his hips rode Leah's ass seemed loud, hard enough to be painful and the hand on her breast squeezed her left nipple tightly just to hear her gasp. This felt too good, too good...

Leah was close. She could feel it... An almost... Foreign, sensation after so much time past that caused heat to stir in her lower belly; a faucet, a vaught of sensation that trickled its way upwards throughout her muscles and skeleton like a living, breathing creature climbing bone and sinew. Jesus, this was amazing.. In fact, Leah couldn't really say she'd had sex before that was as.. As... Down, dirty and right.

Not with anybody. Not with Sam.

But she wasn't going to tell Paul that, especially as she felt his rhythm take on an erratic turn; thrusts becoming raw pushes into her body like Paul wanted to crawl inside her and never leave.

"Fuck!" Paul's curse left him with an explosive breath, his fingers so tight on Leah's breast and the other now clenched on her shoulder that bruises would be left in his wake and goddamnit if he wouldn't like to look at those after he was done. An electrical current had begun to sizzle and spiral as it made its way up his cock, leaving his balls tight with the need to release.

There's often a hitch, a certain tone that strikes a guy's voice when he's about to blow and Leah caught on loud and clear. Looking over her shoulder, her gaze was now effectively blocked by the dark curtain of her hair and she was not going to miss out on what was probably her only chance to see Paul Lahote cum long, hard and loud.

Paul rumbled in his chest, quivered inside her. Just.. A little more-

Leah reached backward as quick as the muscle and shoved Paul backward; he fell to the side with a curse, awkwardly on his injured limb and he sucked in a moan of agony. His leg.. Jesus, he hadn't even been feeling it for the past ten minutes but even more important then that... Just what the hell did Leah think she was doing?

"What the fuck!" His dick suddenly felt too damn angry and cold at being exiled from PleasureLand and Leah had some explaining to do. The female turned onto her back and then sat up.

"I wanna see your face." She grabbed Paul's shoulder, dug her fingers in deep enough that it felt like a meathook had caught the tender flesh then pulled him down towards the mattress in her place.

"You what?!"

"I wanna see your face when you cum. Because of me; I wanna see your face." Once she had Paul flat on his back he watched with a slightly bewildered expression as she climbed atop his hips... Mindful of his leg... And sank herself back down on him hard, fast, and wet.

His eyes damn near rolled into the back of his fucking brain.

"Ohhh Leah..." A smirk curled her full lips upward as Paul said her name, the syllables rolling off his tongue like liquid honey and oh so sweet, just as sweet. Just as gratifying. Leah began to ride Paul where he laid, two coarse hands soon worming their way to the sharp jut of her hip bones to hold her there. It was fast, it was wild... It was everything the wolves needed.

Fuck or fight. It seemed so fitting, such would be the relationship she and Paul shared.

She was rubbing herself now over Paul in such a way that his pubic bone was a smooth, firm slide against Leah's clit on every upward motion of her hips and the friction was perfect. Paul stared up at her with dark eyes that had only grown blacker as the minutes passed, as he felt himself twitch at suddenly not having the starring role. "You think you're so.. Friggen hot up there..." Leah sneered down at him, a feminine, wolfish sound leaving her chest.

"I know I am..." And she did... She felt like it. For the first time in over a year, she felt pretty. She felt desired. And she had made every attempt at that before now. First there was Jacob... He imprinted on the spawn. And then she lost weight; stopped dressing so boyish and dressed up and dressed skimpier. Fail. Lastly, she regrew her hair despite Sam and Jacob's complaints.

Nothing worked.

But this, here, now... Looking down at Paul, and knowing she was the one responsible for taking his pain away and fucking over imprinting in one go was like a gift from fate. A positive thing, the first positive thing that had happened to her in months.

...Suddenly, as Leah's eyes squeezed shut and she threw her head back to scream her release... She wondered how she was going to crash-land when this was over and she and Paul went their separate ways.

Paul grit his teeth so hard he wore off enamel and he never even felt the way Leah's fingernails raked down his chest and raised red welts. He felt himself all but jerk inside her hot heat before his orgasm seemed to rocket out of him like a real, corporeal force. As he shot his load into Leah's lower belly his leg declined to even sting... And he declined to shove her off of him.

In fact, he pulled her down tighter.

Oh, the tangled webs we weave.

MS: Soooo any love out there for Leah and Paul? ;) I hope so and I hope you guys enjoyed this. Especially you StealthLiberal; hope it lives to your expectations! Now, I do want to point out to you guys that NONE of my fics are abandoned. ATS will be continued; I promise. I'm determined now to make writing work, regardless of my workload and let me assure you, for next semester starting on January 5th I DO have a workload.

But, nevertheless... I've figured out a way for you quickmovers and jumpers to keep in touch with me. I restarted my Twitter account. :) You can find me at AshleyFLORENCE. Follow me and I'll follow you in return! It's an excellent way for me to keep in touch with everyone through twitter I'll be posting bulletins, fic update news, new fic ideas and maybe even some blurbs and fic outtakes. So follow me y'all!

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