Yaaaaaaaaaaaay new chapter! Quick update so a longer one can come in later! Class is starting and I'm trying to find a schedule for updating.

I don't own anything, blahblahblah, I can't wait until Paul and Bella fuck. Yes, fuck.

Onward!

When Paul left that night, I actually felt hopeful. Something I honestly haven't felt in months, despite all of Jake's efforts to make me at least smile. When I told him that I wanted to try, all Paul said was that he'd go as slow as I needed, and with that he stood up, tugging me with him towards the door, and made me promise to lock the house up before he pressed a warm, soft kiss to the tip of my nose. It was all just so...cute.

I like warm...

When I finished locking up I ran upstairs-surprisingly without tripping- and passed out immediately, having the best sleep I've had in months.

Now, it's been a few weeks since Paul and I have been trying, and I've decided to clean up my room a little bit-getting back to the me before Edward entered my life. As I pick things out of under my bed , (who knew so much could fit under there) to get ready for the new bed Charlie bought me, I found myself thinking about how far I've already come with Paul. He's been amazing, whether it's coming by the house and completely, and suprisingly winning my dad over despite his past...indiscretions with the law-

One account of public nudity, several accounts of being suspended for fighting, constant badmouthing and I'm pretty sure a few counts of underage drinking. Sigh. That's my boyfriend.

Or, meeting me after class in the parking lot, helping me out with chores, or bugging the ever loving shit out of me. It's to the point where I trust Paul...more than anything. He was careful with me when he got me out of the hole I was in about the Cullen's leaving me, and he was the first one to treat me like I was solid, my own person. True, he's totally guilty of coddling me sometimes but he knows when I don't need to be, and when to throw me straight off of a cliff and yell 'SWIM', knowing that I could. This of course made me realize I called him my boyfriend...mentally...and there was barely a twinge of pain...if there was any at all. This revelation, combined with the loud yell of- "Bells open the door! Bellaaaaaa, Bella-lalaaaa!Bella open uuuuup!", Followed by loud snickers - caused me to jump and narrowly smack my head on the bottom of my bed as I raced to get down the stairs, and throw open the door to launch myself at my boyfriend.

Boyfriend, booooyfriend, boyfriend!

Paul unsurprisingly caught me easily, wrapping his arms around my thighs to hold me up as I pressed a kiss to his lips with a happy and loud hum. When I opened my eyes and grinned at me, he was already grinning and moving us both back into the house, using his foot to stretch back and kick the front door shut.

"Seriously babe, it's been a day. If I get this reaction at one day, what happens at three...Hmmm".

Rolling my eyes I smacked his shoulder-lightly- and slid my hand into his, using my grip to guide him towards the stairs, before I released his and and ran up them, careful to not fall down.

Stupid werewolves and their supernatural strength. It's just not fair, I swear.

I turned and ran straight into my room, squealing at the sound of footsteps flying quickly after me, and narrowly made the turn into my bedroom with another loud squeal of happiness. I skidded to a stop, pressing my right foot hard into the floor to jump and fly onto my bed in order to somehow escape Paul's chasing.

And get him into our bed. Naked. Very, very naked.

Detail. When my foot pressed into the floorboard I fell swiftly to the floor with a loud crack, a yelp leaving my mouth when my thighs and butt hit the hardwood floors, causing pain to flash up through my flesh.

Paul POV

As we all know-Bambi had no hope in hell to beat me at running. She's cute, but I'm a damn werewolf. Of course that doesn't mean that I don't fake running slower just to see her giggle and the little hope she gets of beating me. I've noticed how clumsy my dear imprint is, and in order to remedy her ailment, yes-it's that bad, I've started chasing her around, wrestling around with her, doing all the little things sparkle-nuts was too afraid to do. Surprisingly it's all helped. It seriously doesn't help that she breathes harder, gets flushed, or when we wrestle that I get her cute little self pinned under me.

Oh the bonuses. So many bonuses.

As I jogged up the stairs after Bella, I tried to bite back my snicker at her almost running into the doorway since she decided to look back at me. When the floor creaked and splintered, resulting into her crying out- I tore up the steps and ran straight into her room to see her collapsed on the bedroom floor, her hands pressed by the wood by her hips, one knee bent to her chest, and the other stuck in a whole in the floor. Two seconds later I heard the sobs tearing out of her, and my wolf just about lost his shit at me since I wasn't already holding her.

I'm going, sheesh. Impatient asshole.

Squatting down behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed a kiss into her hair.

"Babe don't cry, you aren't bleeding, nothing broke, we just have to get you out"

Much to my utter horror...Bella just cried harder, and when I peaked over her shoulder, I could see why. Buried beneath the floorboards near where her leg was stuck, were a bunch of photos, and a CD that smelled disgustingly like rotten candy and bleach.

Fucking leeches, I finally get her to live a little and this fucking happens. What the fuck does he think 'gone' means? Shit.

I couldn't stop the growl rumbling through my chest as I stood and walked over to the front of her, carefully gripping her leg and guiding her leg out of the splintered hole, making sure none of the wood scraped and got into the soft skin of her leg, before bodily hauling her into my arms. The wolf inside of me calmed down when our imprint wrapped her legs around me, her arms following suit as her sobs quieted into small sniffles and hiccups. I couldn't help the swell of pride at how quickly she stopped crying, despite how epically pussy-whipped it made me feel.

What, our girl is getting better. I like it. Sue me.

So, imagine my slight surprise when said imprint leaned back in my grip, still holding onto the back of my neck, wiggled her little reddened nose, and mumbled thickly that she wanted to burn all that shit.

Yes. She said it. Those words exactly. Actually, she said "Pauly...I want to burn that shit"

And yes-she's the only one that can call me Pauly. I'll fuck anyone else up, no questions asked.

Anyway, at her words my lips split into a wide grin before crashing down onto hers, letting my tongue slide along her lips and lick up the salt coating them from her tears, as her fingers thrust up into my hair and gripped on, giving her leverage against my strength as she sucked and nipped at my own lips and tongue, her little moans leaving her mouth and entering my own. Within seconds, Bella's legs were wrapped tighter around me, pushing her hot center against me through her yoga pants, and making a resounding growl vibrate through me at the smell of my mates arousal. Two seconds after that we were on the bed, my jean shorts becoming increasingly uncomfortable as my dick hardened at how soft and fucking perfect Bella felt under me. Three seconds after that, her dad's voice shouted up the stairs that he was home, and he hoped that we weren't up to any "funny business", since he saw my car outside-to which my Bambi replied with a smooth and surprisingly steady voice that I was up here figuring out how to fix the floorboards in her room since one of them broke. So this is how I spent the rest of the afternoon with my mate before patrol-fixing her floor for her, while she danced around me cleaning up and bending over intentionally in front of my face.

Well shit, baby girl is more like me than I thought already...

R&R babes, I'll update asap!