AN: WARNING! Smut ahead! I have to change the rating now. :P Thank you all for your patiences with me, with work and everything. Work is, well work. But I am still staying with all of my stories. I will finish them, I promise! Please enjoy the new chapter and thanks everyone for all the reviews!
Chapter Twenty Four
Wrong Timing
It only took my mother less than three weeks to close on the apartment. I came back home from picking Anna up from work to see a few boxes around the house and Mom with a giant smile on her face. I hate packing. Anna helped as much as I let her. I didn't really like the thought of her trying to haul huge boxes around. Mom also got the pack to help. Emily ended up organizing a huge weekend party just to get Mom packed and ready to move the weekend after Thanksgiving. And, of course, she invited the Jake and the Cullen's and they, of course, agreed to come.
Quil was the poor soul that broke the news to me. We were packing up all of her things from the garage when he opened his mouth.
"Claire's really excited to see Nessie tonight." Quil spewed as he taped a box shut.
I nearly crushed the box I had in my hands. "What?" I yelled.
"Uh, Nessie and the C-Cullen's are coming." Quil sputtered.
I dropped the box and walked up to him, grabbing his shirt and holding him off the ground. "Says who?" I bellowed, shaking Quil.
"My wife," Sam said lowly as he walked into the garage.
I swallowed, dropping Quil. That was pretty damn good answer. "Why are they coming?" I snarled, still angry that it was happening.
"Because your mother likes them." Sam countered.
"Don't fucking remind me." I growled.
"They were going to meet her at some point." Sam pointed out, seriously. He didn't like the thought of the Cullen's around our family or imprints.
"Has anyone told her?" I asked painfully. I didn't want to do this, but there was no denying Emily anything.
"No," Sam said shaking his head, glancing over his shoulder to the house were Anna was inside.
"Good," I snapped, leaving Sam and Quil in the garage.
Inside the house there were a lot of people packing whatever my mother had marked as hers. I went through the house and found Anna in the bathroom with two boxes, packing my mothers abundance of crap. I walked in and close the door, locking it behind me.
She glanced over at me confused and put the towel she was folding in a box. "Paul, what's wrong?" She asked confused.
I leaned against the counter. "The Cullen's are coming to the party," I said sourly.
"Who?" She asked, walking around the boxes to stand in front of me.
I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me, brushing her hear behind her ears and holding the side of her face. "Remember Carlisle?" I asked quietly.
"He helped you recover." She said with a nod.
"Yeah, he and his family are coming." I told her gruffly, watching her eyes widen. "And they're all blood-suckers." I said, confirming the scared look in her eyes.
"Oh," She chirped, shifting uncomfortably.
"If you're not comfortable, they don't have to come." I told her seriously. I would escort them out myself whether they liked it or not. My imprint was more important and after everything she had been through, if she didn't want to look at another vampire again, there wasn't going to be another vampire in her line of vision.
"No-no, I'll be fine." She stammered, looking down.
"You're not convincing me." I sighed, holding her chin and making her look up at me.
"I'm not convincing myself." She mumbled.
I gripped her, holding her closer to me.
"I'm sorry, it's just that ever since the attack, just the thought of being around another vampire makes me jumpy." She said, shaking under my hands. "It wasn't so bad with Dr. Cullen because Sam wouldn't let me be alone with him, so there was always someone standing between us, but with more of them?" She shuddered a little and laid her cheek on my chest.
I wrapped my arms around her, completely ready to protect her from every one of her fears. "You don't have to be sorry." I swore.
She pressed herself as close to me as possible, slipping her arms around me. "I'll be okay," She said still sounding quiet.
"They don't have to come." I pressed.
"No, its okay, I need to get over this at some point in my life. I don't want to be afraid of them forever." She said surely.
"Baby, they kill people. That's what they do, half the time I'm afraid of them hurting you." I said grabbing her shoulders, trying to get her to understand that they only wanted the blood in her veins and dammit, I almost wanted her to be scared because then she'd avoid these things with her life.
"But, they're like Carlisle, right?" She asked unsure.
"Doesn't matter, they are vampires, they are supposed to drain people dry!" I yelled, getting more and more frustrated.
"Paul," She muttered, looking guilty, making be stop and take heavy breaths. "I need to do this, for me." She whispered, pressing her hands on my lower stomach, watching her fingers as they toyed with the holes in the fabric. "I don't want to be afraid forever."
I nearly put a hole through the wall next to me. She didn't have to face her fears, because I'm supposed to stand between her and anything she'd ever be afraid of. But at the same time, forming the word no to say to her was impossible. If she wanted to do this, the only thing I could do was keep myself between her and any sparkling-fuckers.
I couldn't look at her, because all I saw was her throat wide open with her blood spilling everywhere and three shades paler than she normally was and one of the damn Cullen's gnawing at her flesh. I nearly threw up.
"Paul, look at me please." She asked with her small voice that I hadn't heard in a while and that I never wanted hear. I looked into her eyes and tried not to see them as glassy and dead, but alive and concerned. "I'm not going to let them hurt me, and if I get too uncomfortable, I'll let you take me somewhere else and I hope if one of them comes after me you'll turn them into a pile of dust." She said hopefully, with a playful gleam to her eye.
What I would do to them would turn them into nothing if anyone of them tried to come at her. I dug my fingers in her hair and kissed her hard, harder than I ever had, and harder than I should, but she knew how to control me. She gripped my abs and gasped against my lips. I pulled away, barely, and rested my forehead on hers, breathing heavily. "I'll be dead on the ground before they get within a foot of you." I promised.
"Can you avoid dying, please?" She asked with worried eyes.
"Should be easy enough with the rest of the pack." I said with a grin, trying to get her to relax.
She still looked panicked, but nodded and stepped closer to me. "Okay," She said, slightly convinced.
I ginned a little more and turned quickly, lifting her up to sit on the counter and leaning my head down to kiss her. She squeaked a little but moved her lips against mine and brought her legs around my waist and I nearly lost it. Just feeling her around me almost so entirely made electricity surge through my entire body and I grabbed her thighs, pulling her so close to me there wasn't even air between us.
She was still playing with the ends of my shirt and tugged at it until I let her pull it over my head and throw it into the corner. I heard her suck in breath as her fingers spread across my chest and I could only grin more. Sure, I didn't work for the body, but dammit, I got cocky thinking about how much she loved it.
Anna wrapped her arms around my torso and started tracing the muscles of my back while I was sealing her to every inch of my body. She wanted me just as close as I wanted her and hell, I was making that want a reality. Moving up her body, I slipped my hands under her shirt while her lips were working with a skill that was pretty damn impressive.
It couldn't have been five minutes into our hot and heavy make out session when someone just had to interrupt us. "PAUL!" It sounded like Emily, or maybe Leah, yelling for me, but I wasn't moving an inch for anyone out there.
She pulled her lips away, startled and started straightening her tussled hair. "You should probably go." She said breathlessly.
"They'll get over it." I grumbled, breath across her cheek as I placed kisses down to her neck. She shuddered and her breath hitched as her body arched into mine.
My hands hadn't moved from under her shirt and I was running my fingers over the skin of her waist. She moaned lowly and turned into jello in my hands. I wanted to taste more of her skin but her shirt wouldn't let me go lower than her collar bone. I took her shirt and tugged it right off. The shirt was lucky I didn't rip it in half.
She gasped when her skin was met with the hot air between us and I stared down at her almost bare chest. She wore a little white bra that covered her B-cup breasts and her chest was littered with little marks. The most noticeable was on her right side, just under her ribs. I ran my thumb over it and looked down into her eyes.
"M-my dad, threw a beer bottle at me." She mumbled, looking entirely self conscious.
I froze, all of my muscles clenching at the thought of that asshole throwing a bottle at my imprint. The scar was three inches long, between two ribs and it couldn't have been a year old. I wanted to freeze time and fly over to her parent's house and kill that man for what he did but looking at her eyes, I could see she was more worried about the fact that she was sitting in front of me without a shirt on.
Before I could exact my revenge on the asshole, I had to let her know that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was trying to cover herself, but my arms were in the way. I leaned down, kissing the wide plane of pale skin just under her collar bone. Her arms were griping my shoulders as a moved down her body, between her breasts, making her tense up more. I didn't touch them, but damn I wanted to, I wanted to taste the skin and feel the soft mounds, but I knew she wasn't ready.
Moving past her cute little bra, I brought my lips to her scar and kissed it soundly. She quivered, digging her nails into my shoulders. I wrapped my arms all the way around her waist and held her close while I saturated the marred skin with my lips and looked around for any other scar that might need the same amount of attention on her mid section, but there was nothing. Glancing in the mirror I could see some on her back, but I couldn't start on those yet, my nerves couldn't take it. If she explained one more scar as the work of her drunken parents, I'd leave her just the way she was to go and wipe them off the face of the earth.
When I was sure I had given the scar its due attention, I moved my way back up to face Anna. There were tears swimming in her eyes and she was shaking a little. "No matter what they did to you, your still mine and I love every bit of you." I told her as softly as I could.
She bit her lip and nodded, relaxing only the slightest. I didn't want to give her, her shirt back, but I was thinking about it, seeing her still looking self conscious until she leaned forward and kissed the knotted scar on my chest.
"I love you," She whispered, her voice low but determined.
I felt my whole heart soar, just hearing the words come out of her mouth. I never doubted how she felt, just by seeing the way she looked at me but hearing it when I didn't expect to hear it for a while made everything that had been shitty, seem amazing.
"God, I love hearing you say that." I said, literally getting aroused hearing her over and over in my head.
She giggled as I started kissing her all over. Her face, her neck, her chest. Every inch of skin I could get my lips on was thoroughly covered. She was linking her legs around my waist and holding me as tight as I was her. She was happy again. I could feel it in the way her muscles were around me. She was content again, even half naked.
I pulled away from nibbling on her jaw line and looked at her sincerely. "You know I love you too, right?" I asked completely serious. I had to make completely sure that she knew that. She had to know that she was my everything, and then some.
"It's kind of obvious." She laughed.
And that's practically the best answer anyone could have come up with. She confirmed everything that I was worried about. That I did show her how much I loved her. "It better be." I growled before I took her lips over with mine for a deep kiss that made her shudder with whatever emotion it evoked in her. I was guessing something along the lines of passion because she moved her body with mine and moaned against me.
Being with her so close, with so much skin to skin contact, it felt amazing. We hadn't gotten this far before and while I would be willing to go further, I was still reveling in the contact with her I had. If she didn't want to go farther than this for the rest of our lives, I'd still die happy.
She was getting comfortable with my hands searching her body, with my lips following where my hands had been and dammit it was brilliant. Nothing else mattered. The Cullen's showing up didn't matter. My mother moving didn't matter. Even the rest of the packs little bullshit problems didn't matter. She eclipsed everything, her and her perfect pale skin, tiny waist and curious lips.
There was a bang on the door that nearly sent Anna out of her skin, and me into a rage, but I kept her firmly in my arms. "What are you two doing in there?" I heard Leah yell through the door.
I rolled my eyes, unlocked the door and stuck my head through a small crack. "Nothing that concerns you." I told her before shutting the door again and locking it before anyone could stop me. I heard Sam and Emily chuckling on the other side and my mother's defeated voice tell Leah, 'leave them be'.
Anna was blushing so much the rest of her body was turning red. "We can't stay in here forever." She whispered, not wanting anyone to hear. I didn't have the heart to tell her my brothers could hear us halfway down the road, not to mention smell us.
"We can stay until they leave." I said grinning, resuming my place between her legs and started placing light kisses over the hallow of her neck.
"Paul," She moaned.
I grinned against her neck. "That's my name." I said smugly, not moving an inch.
She choked on a laugh because I was sucking on a sensitive spot on her neck. "Your mom is going to make us pay for this." She mumbled.
"It'll be worth it." I said with a content sigh.
"Is there any way to get you to open the door?" She asked tiringly. I could hear it in her voice, she didn't want to leave, but she felt an obligation to help my mother. I was going to do my best to change her mind about that.
"Not until this house is empty." I answered firmly and with a sure finality.
She laughed. "No point in arguing then?" She said amused, tilting her head to the side, trying to use her feminine wiles to convince me, but dammit, that's what was keeping me where I was.
"Not at all." I said surely and went back to claiming her mouth with mine.
I'm not sure how long we stayed there, entangled like two sex-crazed animals, but when I noticed the sun going down and the front door shut and lock, I knew it meant the house was ours. With one arm, while our lips were still entwined, I picked her off the counter and opened the door, walking her to our room. She squealed when I picked her up and tightened her legs and arms around me.
It was two strides to my bedroom door and I wasn't going to play around, I locked my bedroom door behind us. It was another two steps to the bed where I sat down, with her straddling me.
"Better?" I asked grinning.
"Paul, I-I" She stammered, looking around nervously.
"Tell me to stop, and I will." I said seriously, cradling her face in my hand.
"I don't want to." She said fearfully, sounding completely unsure of herself.
I had no idea what to do. Had she not said anything, I wouldn't have pushed anything. But hearing she was just as willing to go to 'all the way' made any little bit of control I had remaining disappear. Hell, my fingers were making their way to the front of her jeans as I tried to figure out what to do.
"Tell me what to do, baby." I said desperately. I'd do whatever she wanted. If she wanted me to stop and just cuddle with her, I would. If she wanted me to take her clothes off with my teeth, fuck, I'd do it without a moments notice. But I needed her to tell me, because if I did something she wasn't ready for, I'd feel as dead as a blood-sucker.
She let out a shaky breath and bit her lip, tracing the outlines of the muscles on my chest. "I want to try." She said with the most determination she could muster.
I nodded. "Okay," I murmured, holding her close.
It became a little more real then. More planned. I was starting to feel nervous about this. Following our hormones was one thing, but making the conscious decision to consummate our strange little relationship was something else entirely.
We weren't doing more than we had been in the bathroom. I'll admit, my hands were getting a little more grabby but clothes were still intact, until she reached down to my shorts.
I'll admit, when I lost my v-card when I was younger, I had a similar reaction to when the girl went to take off my pants, but I was surprised. This time, it was the thin, loving, fingers of my heart and soul trying to get me naked. It felt a little wrong at that moment, until she fumbled with the top button and zipper to a point where I was almost escaping. I never felt more relieved for wearing boxers then I did right then.
I flipped her onto the bed, as gently as I could in the heat of it all, and knelt down, kissing her flat stomach. She chirped, and clutched my shoulders again. I deftly undid the button and zipper of her jeans and tugged them clean off her legs. She gasped and stared at me wide eyed. I would have been worried that she was hurt, but her chest was heaving and her hips were wriggling, almost waiting for me.
I leaned over her, staying on my feet incase I needed to get off her, if that's what she wanted but her hands went around and moved to my belt loops and slowly pulled my shorts down until they fell to the floor. I kicked off my shorts along with my shoes and picked her up, moving her further onto the bed and on my knees, I took her legs to wrap around me again.
She looked at me expectantly and I almost thought I wouldn't be able to do it, not physically though. God every part of me, and I mean every part, was ready to have her and all of her and all that was between us was my boxers, her little undies and that bra I was dying to take off. But still, she looked at me with such trust and devotion that I could have cried.
She must have seen the hesitation on my face because she sat up a little, reached behind to her back and snapped the little strap that held her bra on and slowly, painfully slowly, took the bra off and set it to the side, letting her pert little breasts fall out in front of my very eyes. There wasn't a mark on them and dammit I was glad to see it. If someone had marked her beautiful breasts other than me, I would have gone right back into a psychotic rage.
She reached up and held my face, kissing me because I was stunned. She really wanted this and who the hell was I to keep it from her?
I held myself just barely over her, keeping our bodies in constant contact but I didn't want to crush her with my full weight. I went straight for her breasts, the newest part of her body that I hadn't explored yet. Her pale pink nipples were tight and hard and just waiting for me. I kissed down the valley between her perfect chest the moved over the swell of her left breast until I got to the dark, tight nipple making her cry out and arch up.
"Paul!" She gasped.
"Yeah?" I asked breathing hard, moving away from her, waiting for her to say it.
She was heaving and I was staring at her. I couldn't stop, she was gorgeous. All of her. Neither one of us knew what to do at that moment. I knew what I wanted to do, but I wasn't sure if it was what we should do.
"Maybe we should wait." She offered, awkwardly.
I never thought the sound of hearing my imprint say that phrase would sound so amazing, but dammit, it did. I rolled to her side and nodded. I couldn't actually verbally agree with it, because it almost felt like a lie.
"Sorry," She mumbled, trying to cover herself up.
I pulled her close to me, feeling her breasts against my side and I kissed her again, only this kiss was less hunger and more love. "You don't have to say that, I still love this." I told her gently.
She settled next to me as I grabbed the bunched covers at the foot of the bed and pulled them over her. "Should we get dressed?" She asked confused. It was odd to think that she hadn't been in this situation before, that I was the only one to have gotten this far with her, but this was the only way I wanted it.
"Do you want to?" I asked trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. I loved seeing her this way, nothing to hide behind, just her and only her.
She thought for a moment then shook her head, tucking the blanket around her. I wound my fingers through her hair and listened to the calm and soothing breaths that came from my imprint. I watched her relax as she turned so she was laying on me and I saw her back again, the scars that interrupt the span of perfect paleness.
I reached down and touched the nearest one, a circular scar that was as light as her skin and slightly raised. She shuddered when I touched it. "What did they do?" I ground out, feeling my muscles tense again, just seeing the only things her parents ever gave her.
"Its not important." She said leaning back so I couldn't see them any more, but the constellation across her back was forever burned into my memory.
"They hurt you." I pressed.
"A long time ago. I healed from all of it. Its just marks now, to remind me that I survived the worst of it. Besides, I don't want you to get mad." She explained calmly then nuzzled into my neck and kissed the strained muscle that relaxed completely with the contact. "I want to stay like this." She murmured.
"I won't get mad." I tried to argue. Its true, sort of, I wouldn't be mad, because I would be on a new level of angry.
"No, you get quietly furious and as soon as you get the chance, you'll kill them in their sleep." She exhaled knowingly.
Damn this girl is a mind reader.
"They're not worth it. Besides, they don't want anything to do with me anymore. As soon as I turn eighteen, they were just a bad memory." She said surely.
I couldn't argue with that. Her birthday was only four months away and besides, it wasn't like I was going anywhere. I'd do what she asked, and let her fuck-face parents live for now, but if they did come near her, all bets were off.
"Alright," I sighed, wrapping my arms around her to keep her close, feeling a nap coming on.
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