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"Fuck..."

"...Yeah..."

"No, really... Fuck..."

"...Yeah."

Leah had to get her wits back in order. She sucked in a breath and rolled off of Paul's hips, tempted to make a face at the vacant feeling she suddenly sprouted between her thighs. Some of what he'd left behind was still gleaming there, a white sparkle against her copper flesh. Paul looked down at himself, limp, resting against his belly now and coated in both he and Leah's former engagement.

What the hell had they done?

As Leah sank down into the mattress beside him she released that breath, heavy and exhausted into the bedroom air that undoubtedly stank of them now.

"...I should go eh, before she... Gets home."

"Yeah... Prob'ly should."

She stared up at the white ceiling and found herself wondering if, if she hadn't been the one to mention Rachel... If Paul would've still made her leave. Not that that one little expletive should have been at the top of her priorities list at the moment, because really; she was naked in Paul Lahote's bed, full of... Him, Rachel was probably minutes away from the house and the pack knew they'd gone off together because of Paul's leg-

Paul's leg.

Leah sat up and Paul watched her, assuming she was ready to leave. But instead she leant forward, breasts swaying with the moment and she gently pushed the balled sheets of Paul's bed away from his right calf and ankle.

"How does it feel...?"

Paul tried not to let the surprise show on his face. After today the world was probably already ending; the four horsemen were riding into La Push and Paul didn't wanna tempt fate and make that unknowingly worse. "Uh... Not too bad, actually."

He flexed his toes and only a demure sting echoed his movement. He could feel her eyes roaming over the bite, but honestly he was having a hard enough time keeping his eyes on her face and not on her tits or the dip of her spine. "How's it look?"

Leah tilted her head. The crescent-shaped bite mark was still a little grey around the edges; as if someone had sprinkled talc along the very lines of the teethmarks but the pack knew better. It was indeed the venom that reacted so uniquely to them, and their physique that it turned the surrounding skin almost white. But it had stopped bleeding... Maybe there were a few blots of dried blood here and there but even then Leah could tell that Paul's healing nature had already taken care of the worst of it. It looked like the bite itself was more shallow; the inside, untouched by the grey exterior almost pink in its new tissue and flesh regrowth.

"It looks good, actually... If it doesn't hurt too bad, and you don't have a fever you could probably get around on that no trouble."

"Well... Good."

"Yeah."

They both indulged in a few moments of silence. Awkward, seemingly unending, nervous silence.

In fact, it was so uncomfortable to both of them that Leah and Paul opened their mouths to talk at the same time.

"So are you-"
"Gonna go now... Just, lemme find my shit..."

Leah left the bedside, threw her share of the sheets back over Paul's hips as if she cared for his modesty but actually, she just didn't want to keep staring at what they'd just done and be forced to face that she wouldn't ever do it again. Because it felt good... Too good, for an imprinted man.

She was a little put-out to find her shorts, her panties, her tank top... All in two pieces.

"...My bad, I guess."

She looked over her shoulder at him. "I need-"

"Take somethin' of Rachel's... If she asks, I can say that you phased and ripped everything. Needed something to go home in."

Leah pursed her lips and the words sort of came out before she could really put that trusty mental filter on.

"I wouldn't really be caught dead in any of Rachel's flowery frilly pink crap..."

As soon as the words were out Leah winced. Sure Leah, fuck the woman's boyfriend then just shit alllll over her wardrobe; atta girl. Stay classy.

"Take somethin' of mine then."

It was Leah's turn now to try and keep the look of shock off her face as she looked around the bedroom Rachel and Paul shared. She walked almost... Crookedly, over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Panties, boxers and socks; nope.

The second drawer: Rachel's orange, pink and yellow mass of blouses and florals. Definitely not.

The third drawer down is where Leah found what she was looking for. The first shirt on the top was the one she chose; a black Metal Mulisha skull-print shirt. She turned to face Paul again, shirt nervously held between her hands. It was one of his favorites, the brand was expensive and the pack did not hang onto expensive clothing for long. "Do you care if I take this one...?"

"Go for it, don't matter to me."

She nodded her head nervously and licked her lips before Leah lifted the shirt above her head, arms stretching upward and giving Paul his last glance of her perky, still hardened nipples before the blackness of the fabric slid down over her torso and covered Leah from shoulders to-... To knees.

"Jesus Paul... Big."

"Yeah well, I'm a big guy."

Leah tried not to smirk; she really did but fuck if the sexual innuendo didn't creep into her grin anyways. Yeah, Paul was a big guy; very big.

Paul crossed his arms behind his head. As he watched Leah prepare to leave the thought of doing anything else for that day seemed anathema in its idea. His cock was feeling cold where it rested limp against his belly and Paul didn't want to believe that he already missed the heat of Leah's pussy that much, but, he did. He spared a glance down to the ruffled sheets beside him; missed her there, too.

Not that he would ever admit it to her... Much less to himself as more than a passing thought.

Christ... She almost looked cute standing there in his shirt.

Leah ran a hand through her tangled, sweat-damp hair and blinked blue eyes at him. There was so much to say between them now, so much to try and cover up... Paul wondered if she wanted to avoid that awkward, rushed 'This never happened' as much as he did.

"...I guess we'll-

The front door opened, and closed.

Paul and Leah froze.

"That's Rachel! Get out the fuckin' window!" Paul whispered at her, trying to make the words seem as direly serious as this situation was going to be if Rachel walked into her bedroom and found Leah Clearwater's torn up clothes and the smell of sex, Paul naked in bed.

Leah cursed and she damn near ran to Paul's windowsill, gave a heave of that supreme strength being a shapeshifter happened to give you and lifted the glass above her head. Between her thighs stung, and well she felt... Squishy, but there wasn't really time to process that information.

That was the type of stuff Leah would remember late at night, when she was alone.

She glanced over her shoulder as Paul leant over the side and swept all of Leah's torn clothing under the bed. He looked up, caught her gaze and together they just held it for a moment.

Then Leah was gone.

The rest of that night hadn't passed easily for either combatant.

Paul had Rachel explain where she was, why she wasn't home when he needed her to be. Later when Rach was asleep beside him where Leah had earlier lain (Rachel unsuspecting), Paul decided that he was just trying to blame Rachel for what he'd done. His imprint had been at Emily's house, the girls were having their weekly day of bake-gossip-cook. Paul hadn't been sure why he had forgotten that... But then again, he never really took anything in that Rachel said; not unless it was really important.

He found it a little strange, however, that she hadn't called him when she'd heard about the bite. And god knew she'd heard; Sam had gone home after patrol, hadn't he? He would've told Emily, or told Emily, Kim and Rachel about the vampire that bit him.

Oh well.

All in all Paul was awake for hours, wondering just what the hell he'd been thinking... And what the fuck Leah had been thinking at the same time. Leah Clearwater was the girl that made Paul doubt the whole 'no violence against women' route of society. Sometimes, fuck she could really drive him. Sometimes he thought she tried it- ...He knew she tried it. And to think; just hours earlier, he'd been inside her and loving every fucking second of it. Loving it like he hadn't loved being inside Rachel in weeks.

In months.

Yeah, lying there in the dead of night and feeling the occasional twinge of an ache from his leg, Paul knew that he just wanted somebody to blame, or somebody to be mad at as his excuse for fucking Leah.

Or maybe he just wanted a reason to feel guilty like an imprinted man should.

Leah returned home after Paul's. She phased once she'd hit the treeline, knowing that the rest of the pack would be home by now and not in the packmind to see what they'd done through her eyes. She was extra careful with Paul's shirt too; tied it tightly, perfectly around her ankle with one of the shoelaces the pack kept stashed around La Push in various places.

When she got home she slipped it back on and scaled the tree outside her window. Sue was at Charlie's, as usual, and as Leah predicted Seth was sitting on the couch in the living room on his Xbox.

(She didn't want to walk in the front door and have to explain to Seth why she had no underwear and no pants... And Paul's shirt.)

The rest of that day passed fairly fast for Leah... In fact, it passed as though she were in a daze.

She'd showered, washed away what Paul had left behind and when she went to the bathroom, was surprised in how much taking a piss stung. Reminded her of when she lost her virginity to Sam and the tearing that came with it. It really had been a long time. After that Leah cooked supper for Seth.

"How's Paul?"

"What...?"

"I said, 'how's Paul'? You went to his house didn't you?"

"Oh, yeah... Yeah I did."

"So...?"

Leah looked over her shoulder at her brother and instantly it was though a million burning eyes had set their sights on her. He knew... No, he didn't... Did he? Fuck, he couldn't of... Nah, she was being paranoid. Or was she. What if they'd stopped by Paul's and they hadn't heard them? What if Rachel had found out...?

Shitfuckshitmotherfuckingcoc k.

...No. She had to be paranoid.

"...Paul's fine, bite looked pretty good when I left. He could walk fine, move his toes and stuff."

"Oh, awesome. Not bad then."

"Nope."

And that was the end of that. When she went to bed, she laid awake and stared at the ceiling like she had done at Paul's. She had never intended for that to happen... She really hadn't, none of it. She just wanted to prove to Paul that for once, he was wrong; he was not okay and actually having somebody give a shit about you that wasn't your imprint wasn't fucking illegal.

She really had planned on helping him, then leaving; that was it. But Paul, he had to push and push...

Shaking her head, pulling a hand through her hair she licked her lips, and remembered the taste of Paul on them; all teeth and tongue.

How she was going to survive tomorrow's group patrol without letting this slip...

She had no idea.

That group patrol came at 11 AM sharp. Something hard hit her door and Seth was yelling at her to get her ass up before Leah had really known she'd fallen asleep. Nevertheless she got out of bed, took another shower (just in case...) and pulled on some shorts and a three-quarter sleeve shirt.

She was sure the hickeys Paul had left were faded and gone; but one could never be too careful.

On her way to the patrol Leah contemplated the possibility that (no matter how crazy) the day before could've been all a dream. Maybe she was the one that got bitten; got saddled with some crazy as fuck hallucinations or something. She was drawn out of her reverie however when she and her brother reached the clearing... And Leah nearly tripped over a tree root.

Some of the boys cast her an odd look; clumsiness was rare in their kind, and Paul's look was the most suspicious of the bunch. Leah cursed and straightened herself up, tugging at the hem of her shirt and then picking at the denim of her shorts as she tried to regain some composure.

Smooth.

Sam cleared his throat and he and Jacob exchanged a few quiet words amongst themselves while the rest of the pack sat down on the fallen trees they utilized as benches. Leah cast maybe a glance or two at Paul... And on each look, he was staring right back at her.

Huh... Weird. She'd never really known Paul to be the sort of guy who wanted to intimidate or even talk to a girl he had fucked again. It was well-known information that Paul had been a player before he imprinted on Rachel. In fact, just before the imprint when he was basking in the new hot body phasing had given him, he was running a record through La Push and Forks.

(Maybe Paul had kids he didn't know about; it was that rampant.)

Maybe Paul was just trying to warn her, threaten her. 'Say anything bitch, think anything, and you're dead.'

Whenever Leah caught Paul's eyes with her own, she looked down quick almost like she was ashamed. Paul wanted to scoff, but instead he crossed his arms. Yeah, she should be ashamed... Made Paul cheat on his imprint.

He tried to ignore that naggling little voice that chimed, 'it takes two.'

"Paul, how's the leg today?"

Paul's head snapped up as Jacob started the morning's meeting by, of course, drawing attention to what had happened the day before. Fucking lovely. He looked down at his right limb out of reflex and noticed that the silver had now bled completely out of the flesh. When he woke up this morning he hadn't had any pain and he'd showered the night before, so he didn't really bother to give his leg a second glance. Looked worlds better.

"It's good, no issues."

"Awesome." Jacob slid his eyes to the lone shewolf of the pack. Wondering. But to Leah and Paul, his eyes only looked accusing. She swallowed underneath his gaze and didn't lift her eyes to his own; she never listened at these things anyways, right? Never gave Jake or Sam the time of day because christ, after everything they'd put her through, who would? She just had to play it normal... Play it casual.

And for the love of fuck, keep her mind OFF of it when they started to patrol.

Soon the aimless meeting chatter continued, Jacob giving some directions, talks of who would make the schedule for next week's circuit, things of the like and Paul noticed that the older alpha just wasn't really... Partaking in the discussion.

His brown eyes were roaming over Sam, examining his oldest friend and trying to figure out why he was staring at Leah like she had someone- ...Or something, to answer to. It wasn't jealousy; sometimes Leah and Sam shot eachother memories just to fight, to shut eachother up. No, this wasn't jealousy.

Couldn't be.

Paul watched the girl twitch, fidgit where she sat and he knew she was just as damn nervous and paranoid today as he was. Or maybe she could feel Sam's eyes on her, one could never really know with Leah. She lied through her teeth about almost anything, tried to piss people off to make them forget about the real problem at hand.

And that was just about as philosophical as Paul Lahote ever got.

"Everyone clear on that?"

"Crystal, Jake!" Brady and Collin, always so eager. They loved being wolves... They mirrored Seth in that fashion and clung to Jacob and Sam's every word. Sam who still had not spoken. As everyone stood from their seats and they began to walk a few feet off to their lonesomes, privacy for their phasing (Leah's in particular), Sam was on her heels in seconds.

"Leah."

She looked over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow. "I'm trying to phase here..."

"Did you go to Paul's yesterday?"

Jesus. Sam had been staring at her the entire meeting, she'd felt goosebumps raise on her flesh and anger pool in her stomach. She hated him looking at her... Mostly because it never seemed to hurt him. Not like looking at him did. Maybe it was the fact that Sam was 'happy'... Happy in his no-free-will, imprinted bliss. Leah... Leah was just miserable. As always.

"...Maybe." 'Play it safe, Leah.'

"Tell me."

"Why?"

A muscle twitched in Sam's jaw and he took a deep breath. Leah looked down, and Sam's knuckles were stark white against his taut copper skin. As she took in the sight a memory flickered by; the time Jared had come to beseech her to come home, the way Sam looked in best friend's mind... Almost frantic with rage. Maybe some worry, but that was pointless altogether. Why would he be angry now...? It certainly wasn't jealousy. Emily was everything Leah wasn't and more... The chosen one. And christ if that wasn't why Leah hated her in the first place.

(Void of the scarred bitch stabbing her in the back. Sisters, for sure.)

"Leah," he started, "Paul is imprinted. Not that I'm saying you... Are a threat to Rachel; you're not." Leah cringed... Ouch. "But it's still not fair and I don't believe Rachel would be impressed if she knew you were there."

'Knew' Leah was there? Paul hadn't even told her... If he did, Rachel would've told Emily; Emily would've told her beloved.

"...You've got a lot of fuckin' nerve you know." She turned to face him, resisted the urge to spit right in his face. No, this wasn't jealousy. Not highschool-like, arrogant jealousy of knowing a wrong choice was made and nothing can change it. If Sam had any notion of what happened between she and Paul he was probably stewing in his britches, pissed to holy hell that imprinting wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Paul had looked at another woman, sought another woman's attention over his imprint and cheating and being away from them was physically possible without crippling, mind-bending pain. He was pissed, and jealous that, now... Instead of Sam being a dick possessed by love... He was just a motherfucking, cocksucking son of a bitch.

Who'd cheated on, and left his fiancee like his filthy father.

He narrowed his eyes at her and opened his mouth to reply but Leah cut him off. "Don't, Sam; don't say a'fucking'nother word to me. Not a threat to Rachel? Jesus... Fuck you, you don't know shit that happened and you won't. Because nothing did."

She stalked away from him then and he cursed her name from behind but damn it if she slowed down. If she did, Sam just might find himself in an early grave. Leah was less worried about Sam finding out she fucked Paul then, she couldn't help it... She just needed to be away from him. He wouldn't say anything; she knew that bit. Because Paul would tear him down if he did for making Rachel go psychotic. In the back of her mind Leah hoped no one else had heard the exchange, and since she couldn't hear any surprised whispers or chatter she assumed they hadn't.

Once she was far enough away, Leah wiped at her eyes, and then she'd phased.

She hadn't wanted Sam to see her cry either.

As her four paws touched the ground, something... Moved in her periphery. She whined without meaning to.

Sam hadn't seen her cry... But Paul had.

He watched then with gritted teeth as Leah bolted out of the forest.

MS: I've finally figured out where this fic is going, and it's going to have 5 chapters in all so after reading this, you can all know there are gonna be 2 more to come. :) Thanks so much guys, please review if you have the time! And don't forget, I'm regularly posting on twitter about my writing so if you're interested in keeping up, feel free to follow me at ashleyFLORENCE. :)