Author's Note: So grad school has been kicking my butt the last two weeks. And it looks that way for at least the next two as well, so bear with me on lack of updates. I've had a couple of not signed in or PM blocked reviewers asking about Following Fate, so I'll answer here. I won't be updating on it until I finish at least on of the stories I have currently going. Most likely it will be My Perfect Match that will finish up first. So look for updates on FF sometime around the middle of March, maybe.

So I haven't ever had two points of views in one chapter before, but I'm doing it in this one. I wasn't going to and I actually was about to upload the chapter when I read a new review requesting to hear the argument between Sam and Paul from Sam's POV. So Beautiful-Liar13, I hope you enjoy the first part of the chapter. I actually want to thank you. I think it makes the chapter much more complete.

DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer, along with Little, Brown and Company, owns all the rights to the Twilight Saga. I own nothing and profit nothing from this story.

Sam's Point of View:

Jared and I sat rendered speechless as our imprints left the house. One second Jared and I are enjoying the game and the next Kim is half-yelling, 'You want to know how sex works?!' That certainly had Jared and my attentions. Before I could find words, Kim was dragging my Bella out the door. I was lost in my thoughts when Jared interrupted.

"Looks like you may be getting lucky sooner than you thought." Is that what that little chat would mean? I fully expected Bella and me to take our time, but if she wanted to speed things up, I wasn't one to complain.

"You think so?" I hated asking a guy four, almost five years younger than me about sex. It just felt weird. For chrissakes I was Alpha, he should be the one asking the questions.

"Sure, if she's expressing curiosity, then that's a good thing. Kim will give her the low down, I'm sure. We don't need anymore passing out."

"No, we don't need that. I pretty sure my heart would stop if that happened while we were… Still I don't know. I don't think Bella would be ready this soon. Yeah, we've been hanging out together for the past couple of months, but we only became a couple two days ago. Bella wouldn't- she's just not like that."

"Dude, she's asking Kim, so she must have already thought about it. 'Sides, Kim wasn't one to rush either, but when you know it's forever, there's no reason to wait or pace yourselves. I'd say you would be getting some very soon. Which I find a good thing because-" My growl cut him off. "Not because I want a peek, God, Sam. It will be good, because you've been a little tense the past two days." He gave me a knowing look.

I had been tense. Every second she wasn't there, I wanted her more. And it wasn't just that I needed her presense. Getting a taste of her, knowing how my body reacted to hers, the wolf inside wanted a hell of a lot more. I felt anxious for more time with her always now. More so than before, it was starting to get to me. Which wasn't good, we would have to have a lot of time apart in the coming years. She had to finish senior year, then college. Oh how I dreaded college. To get a good education she'd have to go to at least Seattle and that was a four hour drive. Fours years of that would not be fun. But I would do it, for her I would do anything.

"I knew I wanted her before, but after kissing her and holding her, damn the pull got stronger by ten folds. I constantly have to reign myself in."

"And now you know why I'm always so anxious to get back to my Kimmie."

"Yeah, I do."

"Good, maybe you'll ease up on the weekend patrols then. Give them all to Paul."

"Oh he'll be getting them all right, the little bastard. Speaking of him, I think I'll have that little chat with him while the girls are gone. I don't want to have to interrupt time with Bella later to deal with him."

I got off the couch and headed for the kitchen. I grabbed the phone off the hook and dialed the little fucker's number.

"Hello?" a sweet, reserved voice answered. Paul's mother.

"Hello, Mrs. Wildwood, is Paul there?"

"Sam? Yes, he's in his room. How are?"

"Yes, ma'am it's me. I'm doing fine. How 'bout yourself?"

"Just great, thanks for asking. Shall I get him for you?"

"Could you just tell that I need him at my house as soon as possible?"

"Sure, Sam, that's not a problem. I'll go up and tell him now."

"Thanks," I said before hanging up the phone. I still couldn't figure out how such as sweet woman had raised such an angry asshole. I went back into the living room and enjoyed the rest of the game with Jared as we waited. A few minutes passed and I heard the back door open.

"You rang, your majesty?" Paul patronized from the doorway between the kitchen and living room.

"Shut up, Paul. What exactly were you thinking earlier? I told you to be nice to her and to keep that mouth of your shut." I stood up to face the little twerp. Jared stood as well, but kept his position by the other couch.

"I was just being upfront, since apparently no one else was going to."

"She doesn't need to worry about those things. In fact I want you to apologize about what you said to Bella the next time you see her. Are we clear?" Paul took a few steps forward.

"Yeah sure, but what things are you talking about specifically? What doesn't she need to know, that you can't marry her, Sam. 'Cause you can't, it's law. And there's a reason for the law. If you marry her, the tribe will lose respect for its leader. And it's not a racist thing either, so don't try saying that's why I'm doing this. It's just the way things should be. The chief can't have a white bride, Sam. How does that look to the people? Bad is how. It looks like the women of the tribe aren't good enough for you. Do you know what kind of field day the res will have when they hear that you're even just dating a white girl? God, there would be like an uprising if you actually married one. Everyone on this reservation fully expects for you to in the end get back with Leah and make the nice little tribal leader couple that the people want to see."

"Well, that's not happening, Paul. I can see where people might get that impression, that I think Bella is better than a res girl. It is based on a somewhat fact after all. But I don't think she's better as a person, per say, but she is better for me."

"People aren't going to accept it, Sam."

"They'll have to." That or they could just mind their own business.

"Everyone is just going to turn their noses at her. No one will accept her; they'll all turn the other way in the store. They'll talk about her behind or back, or shit, even to her face. She'll be the freak of the tribe, Sam. She'll leave you after she gets enough of the rejection and cruelty. You should just end it now before it goes too far." That pushed me too far and Jared saw that too. He jumped from his position on the sideline to block me from attacking Paul. Bella wouldn't leave me. If she did, I'd die without her. Then what? If Jacob didn't phase they would have Jared or Paul as Alpha, as chief. Good fucking luck with that if it turns out to be Paul.

"Don't you fucking say any of that shit to her, Paul. You hear me. Not a word of this mess to her." I didn't want her to hear a word of this. Too much of it actually made sense. Paul actually had good points. People wouldn't be very receptive of her, not when they all wanted Leah and me together. And that would never happen, with or without Bella and the imprint. Leah and I weren't meant to be. I realized this before Bella walked into Billy's backyard.

"Shit, Sam, she'll soon figure out that she doesn't belong here."

"Next to me is where she belongs. And it's where she'll stay."

"Tribal law says you can't marry her. Don't you think she'll want that eventually?"

"Screw the fucking law. I'll get it changed if I have to."

"Face it, Sam. People here aren't going to accept her."

Before I could say more, my front door opened and my imprint was taking in the scene with wide eyes. I hoped that she hadn't heard too much.

Bella's Point of View:

As we approached Sam's house we could make out some of the words.

"Don't… fucking… Paul. You hear…"

"Shit, Sam…belong here."

"Next to me…"

"Tribal law says…."

"Screw… law."

"People…accept her."

Kim and I burst through the door to Sam's. All three of the guys in the living room stood. Sam was closest to the door, with Jared blocking Sam's way to Paul. All three heads snapped over to us.

"Bella, Kim, you should stay out of the house while we finish up here," Sam spoke without taking his eyes off of Paul.

"No please, stay. I'm done here. I can't listen to this crap anymore," Paul said heading toward the kitchen. I assumed he was going to use the back door.

"Stop!" Sam sounded loudly. Paul's steps halted immediately. "You have something to say before you leave for patrol."

"I'm…" Paul said trailing off to low for me to understand.

"I couldn't hear you, so I know she couldn't," Sam growled.

"I apologize for my rudeness." He sure didn't sound sorry. Of course I doubted that Paul was the type to actually apologize and mean it.

"That wasn't it."

"Do you want me to lie to her? I can't apologize for the words I spoke because I meant every single one of them."

"You have patrol every night this week. Now get out," Sam uttered calmly.

Paul snorted. "Whatever." The young wolf went through the kitchen and out the back. The door closed with a slamming sound that filled the small house. The four of us stayed where we were standing and were silent for a moment.

"That went well." I looked dumbfound at Jared.

"It did?" I questioned.

"Well, yeah, no blood and no phasing in the house. With Paul, that equals a success." Wow, okay, that's good to know.

"Bella, if Paul is ever around when I'm not, I want you to get away from him," Sam said walking toward me.

"You don't think he'd actually come after me, do you?"

"Come after you, no. But I do know he loses his anger very easily. If he loses it, I don't want you anywhere near him," he said wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Okay, I'll avoid Paul."

"Thank you."

"So did you two girls have a nice chat?" Jared asked while wiggling his eyebrows. I instantly blushed. I knew they didn't hear the conversation, but they had heard Kim before we left.

"Jared, don't harass the girls," Sam relied for me. Sam bent down to rest his head on top of mine. "Are you okay, baby?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. What was being said before Kim and I got back?"

"Nothing you need to worry about, mé'oonna," he murmured into my hair. "Come over here with me," Sam said lifting me up and carrying me over to the couch, witting with me on his lap. He buried his face into my hair at the base of my neck. I heard him breathe in deeply. "I won't let anyone or anything keep us apart. That's all you need to know." He started to leave small kisses up and down my neck. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation his warm, wet lips left behind. Then Sam sucked gently on my neck and the quiet moan escaped my mouth.

"All right, looks like it's time for us to go," Kim rushed out. My eyes flew open to take them in. I had honestly forgotten all about them in just that couple of minutes. Sam apparently had that kind of affect on me. I looked to see Kim trying to pull Jared toward the front door. He instead stood tall looking flabbergasted at Sam and me. I wondered what that was about when Sam began to suck again, a little lower this time. Clearly Kim and Jared's presences did not bother Sam at all as he continued his assault on my neck. Every few seconds Sam would murmur sweet nothings against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Jared, why won't you leave?" Kim whined.

"I've never seen Sam so…loving?" Jared muttered in puzzlement. It sounded as if he didn't know if 'loving' was the right word he was looking for. His head tilted as if the slightly different view might help him better understand the sight he was taking in.

"Come on, Jared." Kim pulled a little harder, at this point she was using all her body weight to pull him and still Jared stood motionless. Okay, enough of giving a show. We had guests and we were being very rude.

"Sam, maybe we should st-" I was cut off my Sam's mouth connecting with my own.

"Jared, I got a new box of energy bars at the store yesterday." From the corner of my eye I could see Jared's head snap toward his imprint.

"Yeah?" he asked with a big grin. Sam must have noticed my attention being taken away from him. A hand came to the side of my face and pulled me closer to him while he quietly growled.

"Yep, sure did. How 'bout we leave Sam and Bella now?"

"Bye, Sam. It was nice to meet you, Bella. Later." I heard the door open and then close shut.

"Finally," Sam mumbled against my lips. He worked his way back down my neck, using his tongue to leave a trail blazing. His hands had wandered down to my waist. Finding my mouth again, his kisses become harder and more demanding. His hands slid up my stomach, under my shirt. I instinctively jerked away as his hands found my breast.

"St-st-stop," I squeaked out. He froze under me, his eyes slowing opening, searching my face.

"Bella, what's wrong, baby?"

"I'm sorry, I just- I guess your hands surprised me."

"Did I go too far? I'm sorry, Bella. I didn't mean to go past where you wanted."

"It's just that I never…and you…never mind," I said shaking my head embarrassed. It was one thing to have a discussion of this topic with Kim, another female, one with only recent experience. Talking with Sam about sex was not on my list of fun things to do.

"What, baby? Talk to me, Bella."

"I just thought we were moving slow."

"We are."

"That wasn't slow to me."

"It wasn't?"

"No, Sam."

"Oh, okay then. You set the pace, Bella. Just let me know if I, uh, cross any lines."

"All right, thanks." He cleared his throat.

"Just so I'm clear and I don't cross the lines again, can I know what the lines are exactly?"

"Oh, um, well, they're…" What were the lines? I wasn't really sure myself. We'd been dating for approximately two days so I think that hands only on top of the clothing would be ideal.

"Bella, what do you feel comfortable with?"

"Clothes stay on and in tact."

"So my hands under your shirt…"

"Crossing the line."

"Oh," he said hanging his head. "All right, sorry then. I'll keep a better hold of myself."

"I'm sorry, you probably think I'm a prude or something," I muttered. No doubt beautiful Leah had pleasured him eagerly.

"No Bella, I told you the other day that I wanted us to go slow and do this right, and I meant it. I just guess what we think is a slow pace is a little different. And that's fine, I just needed to know."

"I want to move things along with us, I just…" am scared of my mind. I finished the sentence on in my head.

"What, Bella? You just, what?"

"I'm nervous," I said quietly.

"Why, baby?" he asked confused. It's now or never, Bella. Just tell him the truth.

"Because I- you're experienced, and I'm…not."

"Are you talking about sex?"

"As well as pretty much everything else," I muttered.

"Bella, how much- uh, what line have you been to before?"

"I'd say a few minutes ago was by far the farthest line I've been to."

"Oh!" He said surprised. Sam looked away at the wall with a face of puzzlement.

"So you've never…um, never mind. So, yeah, slow speed of pace then."

"Please." Sam continued to stare at the wall silently. He was probably disappointed in what he got for an imprint. Maybe the powers at be really did screw up. A man like Sam needed a woman could give him everything, including every pleasure he desired. I decided that I should just leave. I sat up and smoothed my clothes down before walking toward the door. I grabbed my keys from the table by the door. They jingled a little as I picked them up; the sound was enough to pull Sam out of his stupor.

"Wait, Bella. Where are you going, baby?" I kept my eyes on the door.

"You weren't saying anything, so I thought I would go."

"No, don't go. Please stay, mé'oonna."

"Why weren't you saying anything?" I asked not moving from my spot in front of the door.

"I was just processing, Bella. I don't know what I thought before. I guess I really just tried to not think about you being with other guys, period. I never really thought that leeches could, you know, have sex with humans, but I- that doesn't mean that the two of you couldn't do other things, or that there wasn't a guy back in Phoenix that you were…close with. Anyway, I just blocked all those kind of thoughts about you. You were my imprint, and thinking that way would have driven me mad. Shit, I think I'm rambling. See what you do to me, Bella. I turn into a damn pussy with you around."

"Then I guess I should go then. I won't bother you again."

"Bella, what are talking about? You aren't bothering me and I don't want you to take a single step closer to that damn door."

"But you're the Alpha, I shouldn't make you feel like a…well, you know."

"Bella baby, you should make me feel that way occasionally. You make me feel things that I've never felt before. But that's a good thing. A leader shouldn't be so closed off like I was before. Ever since I imprinted, I've been much more open, and that lets me connect with the pack better. I'm a better Alpha with you in my life. I swear by that. Now get back over and let's talk about this little revelation of yours."

"Do we have to?"

"Yes, we do. We should tell each other thing important, right? This clear bothers you, so it's important." He wasn't telling me what Paul said, but I didn't think that was the time to bring it up.

I sighed and dragged myself over to the couch. Sam pulled me back into his lap. I curled myself into his warmth.

"So what exactly bothers you, my Bella?"

"Your reaction."

"My reaction, how so?

"You didn't move for like five minutes, Sam, you just stared at the damn wall and didn't say anything."

"Well, I apologize, I was in shock, and I was processing the information. I was trying to figure out exactly how I felt about it."

"And what did you come up with?"

"I don't know how this sounds, but I am so fucking ecstatic to hear that you haven't been with another guy in any sort of way. The imprint and being a wolf, it makes me very territorial at times. Knowing that your body is mine and only mine, well, it makes the wolf inside me very happy. I had trouble with that, because I felt wrong for being so damn happy. I mean, for one, it's your body and if you felt strongly enough for someone before meeting me than, that's your business. I shouldn't feel a claim over you or your body that makes me hate the idea of you being with another guy. Plus, as you've already pointed out, I'm more experienced. It shouldn't bother me so much when I myself have…well, you know."

"You shouldn't feel wrong about your feelings or guilty or whatever. For one, if Edward would have let us, we would have gone farther. He just feared for my safety to move passed chaste kisses."

"I guess I have a reason to thank the blo- Edward." I appreciated his correction.

"Yeah, well, I'm glad now. You're my soul mate, and I want you to have me only."

"Bella, I wish I could- that I would have waited so that I could give the same thing to you, but-" He couldn't think that way. What if's were not a good thing to dwell on.

"No, Sam, it's all right. You thought you were going to be with Leah forever at the time. You had no reason to wait. Well, that's if there were no other girls…" Has he been with others? He and Leah have been broken up for awhile, just because he didn't date didn't mean that he couldn't have… Oh my, that thought makes me sick.

"No, there were no others. Just Leah, I swear. And there will never be another after you. You know that, right?"

"I know," I said quietly. It still didn't change the fact that he'd still had Leah before. I was so convinced that the Indian goddess would have been better than I could have ever hoped to have been.

"So why do you sound so depressed, Bella? A future with me sound that bad, or is there something else still bothering you?"

"Of course a future with you doesn't sound bad. I want you forever, I've told you that."

"Then what is it?"

"I'm just- what if- what if I'm not any good at that stuff?" He snorted. I looked at him shocked only to have him burst out laughing.

"Bella, God, just looking at you gets my blood boiling. Every touch, every kiss, I want more. You have no idea what you do to my body. It likes everything you do. You don't have to worry about me not liking anything you do, Bella. Plus, we have all the time in the world to let our bodies get to know each other, to find what we like and don't like. We'll learn together….at your pace of course."

"Are you just trying to make me feel better?" He couldn't actually think I would fall for such a line.

"Bella…" he sighed as he took my mouth with his. He reached for one of my hands and rested over his heart. I could feel it thumping steadily. He licked my lower lip and I opened my mouth for him to explore. My free hand moved to the back of his neck, soon running through his hair. I was getting so lost in the kiss that I forgot about everything else. He pulled away from my mouth just enough to speak, his lips still brushing against mine.

"Feel that? Feel my heart," he said laying his own hand over mine that rested over his heart. I concentrated on my hand. I could feel his heart and it was pumping so much faster than before the kiss. His heart was racing now. "That's what you do to me without even trying. I might go into cardiac arrest when you actually start to try." Okay, so maybe I belived him. I didn't think he could intentionally make his heart beat faster on command. It was just hard to believe that plan old me could do that to him. He planted a small kiss on my lips. "You, my mé'oonna, drive my body crazy."

He had called me that a few times that day. Each time I wondered the maning of it, but had never really had the chance to ask. "What does that mean? You've said a couple of times today?"

"It means sweetheart or an equal equivalent of that."

"I like it. I like the way it sounds."

"I like saying. I like that I can call you all these things that I've been dying to call you for months now."

"Do you think you could tell me what this means now?" I asked holding up my wrist. The day celebrating my birthday with Sam felt like forever ago, and yet it was only a week before. All week I was dying to know what the leather bracelet that Sam had crafted for me said. I even tried to cheat and Google it. Problem was, so few people knew the Quileute language, Google was no help.

"I think I could do that? Do you have any guesses?"

"No not really. I wouldn't even know where to begin."

"Well, in Quileute, it says, 'Que Quowle.'"

"And in English…"

"Stay with me, forever." I looked into his eyes and I wouldn't leave him. My heart belonged to him and though I had a feeling we had a tough road ahead of us, I would stay with him forever.

"Happily."

Author's Note: So I stole Jacob's line in the New Moon movie. Oh well! I was actually trying to find a place to do a translation of something like 'My heart belongs to you.' But after wasting A LOT of time trying to do so with a few different Native languages online, I gave up. I figured ya'll would just want the chapter regardless of what the bracelet said. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Let me know what you thought of it.

Oh and side note--- mé'oonna is 'sweetheart' but in Cheyenne.