I know I know, I'm sorry! Love you all, here's some literary porn!

Yeah I don't own shit, if I did I'd have no problem going on a shopping spree right now.

Bella's next few weeks were spent in a self imposed "Bella pre-Edward/Forks" boot camp. Clothes, certain books, and a forgotten iPod were among the items that were unearthed from boxes Bella shoved into the back of her closet to forget what she left for her mothers' happiness.

Oh the things that I do for her.

When Bella figured out she needed to be better, she really figured out that she just needed to go back to being her real self. Not only for herself, but for her best friend and for her new imprint. Paul was constantly patrolling and although they talked every night and texted constantly-she hadn't seen her wolf in forever, but that gave her plenty of time to settle back into the laid back person she used to be. Not the nervous wreck she had become when she moved to Forks. At school, she forced herself to start talking to her old group of friends. The easy forgiveness of Angela was almost worth the sneers that Lauren and Jessica shot to her across the lunch table…Almost. New/old Bella decided that she didn't give a damn. At home, Bella began cooking again and watching games with Charlie much to his delight, even though the first few nights she had to sit through Charlie tracking her every move out of the corner of his eyes, seeing if she was having a psychotic break. He soon gave up when he realized that she generally enjoyed watching with him. Bella's grades never suffered through her ordeal, but her teachers were pleased with the now alive student that filled a seat in their classes. This student was preferable to the dead eyes they'd been trying to avoid a couple months ago.

Bella started humming again, and humming turned to whispering, and whispering turned to singing along with music that she played noticeably loud in her truck on her way home, or when she was singing and dancing around the house cleaning. Bella was singing, she was dancing, and she hadn't done either of those since she moved. Hell, dancing was even out of the picture most of the time, but she seemed to like this new development and shook her ass as she damn well pleased.

Bella's eating picked up, her coloring melted back to looking like living flesh instead of the gray pallor she got from not eating or sleeping so much. Hell, Charlie got better, the bags under his eyes disappeared because he finally was able to sleep solidly through the night without waking up to hear the ghoulish wails echoing down the hall from his daughters room. Every morning that Bella looked into the mirror for the last few weeks she was more and more pleased with the person staring back at her. Limp hair turned full and shiny, the blush returned to her cheeks in full force, and her eyes were brighter, clearer. Bella would dare to say that she looked better than she had before. She just couldn't wait to see him. It'd been too long and the bond between her and Paul was making her...itch.

Is there such thing as a supernatural itch?

This particular Friday, Bella came back home from class to a note from Charlie saying that he was going to be gone all night and wouldn't be back until late the following afternoon. Shrugging out of her jacket and dropping her bag at her feet, she snatched the note off of the fridge, and giving it a quick read, slipped her phone out of her back pocket to send Charlie a quick text saying to be careful and that she loves him. Tossing her phone onto the kitchen table, Bella bent and picked her bag and jacket up off of the floor, and flew up her steps to her room.

A small tug in her chest had her rubbing over her heart as she stepped into her room, dropping her jacket and bag onto her desk. The rumbling of her stomach had her slightly surprised, considering she just ate at school, but she decided to make dinner now anyway, just in case she wanted food later. Her hands slipped down to unbutton her jeans, successfully allowing Bella to slide them down and off of her legs without incident, and when she tossed her jeans onto her bed she saw the folded bundle of cloth sitting there on her bed. Stepping over and reaching down Bella's face split into a grin as she gathered Paul's sweatshirt into her arms and hugged it to her chest.

He had been here. He cares. He wants me to have something of his.

Paul's scent enveloped her as she burrowed her nose into the soft, thick fabric, her inhales getting deeper as she let his smell fill her and sooth her, while she tugged the sweatshirt over her head and down over her hips. A quick look in her mirror had her grinning. Paul's sweatshirt gathered down low on her hips and left a long expanse of her legs bare to the wolf that she hopes to run into soon.

Jogging down the steps-yes, jogging- Bella waltzed into the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from her fridge, and an apple from the bowl on the table. Apple shoved into her mouth to hold onto it while she rummaged through her bag, Bella bent down and hunted for her iPod amongst pencils, pens, and all the other random shit in her bag. She really needed to remember to clean that out. Her hand met a small square of cold metal, and the squeal of victory she let out was accompanied by the deep bass of a voice that belonged to her one and only.

"New rule in our relationship-if you're wearing that, you can't wear shit else under it. Understand?"

Bella can, and will honestly say that Paul just scared the shit out of her, considering she was home, alone, with no plans with anyone at all.

"Why the fuck would you scare me like that!"

Bella bent upwards to turn towards a laughing Paul, only to be stopped halfway up, the backs of her knees pressed in until she dropped to her knees, and her hands smacked down on the floor in front of her.

"P-paul?"

The silence of her imprint was broken with a deep groan, his warm hands covering the swells of her ass and gripping tight, urging an answering groan out of her mouth as she pushed back into his hands. Only causing his grip to tighten up further on her ass, one hand quickly disappearing from her skin, only to grip tight onto her panties and rip them fully off of her hips. All Bella could do was bend over further, therefore pushing her hips higher and opening her thighs wider so Paul could see the already soaked flesh of his imprint.

Cause and effect, you know.

Paul's fingers dipped in between, stroking her wet heat directly from her center and down towards her clit, making Bella's eyes shut when a quiet hiss left her mouth. She never could understand how things always felt better when he did them. She'd lain awake several nights in a row with her hands in between her thighs, stroking and rubbing herself- much like Paul stroked and rubbed her right now- and it only led to disappointment. Sure, she came every time but that was nothing like this. This, was deliciously hot and every stroke and dip of his fingers inside of her, seemed to send her reeling.

It just wasn't fair, not one bit.

Paul's fingers disappeared from her, a fact that she completely disagreed with, and immediately began to verbally complain-only for that complain to go silent with a choking gasp, because Paul had replaced his fingers with him, and he filled her oh so very much. It'd been too long since she had felt him, and holy fucking shit, it was like seeing the light all over again. Even though she was tense from not being with him for so long, Paul didn't seem to care and he pushed himself in all at once, only stopping when he was hilted inside of her and he could practically feel the vibration of the long, drawn out moan that ripped out of her.

If Bella was being honest, she would admit that Paul thrusting that deep after that long hurt like hell. If Bella was being very honest, she would admit that it hurt like hell and she loved it. Bella was very, very honest. Her hands pressed harder into the floor, fingers bending slightly, and after a brief pause (Paul of course had to check that his imprint wasn't in pain-pain that she didn't like that is), burning, strong hips pulled away from hers, lessening the fullness she felt, before she was opened back up and stretched with a slam of his hips back into hers, startling a wail out of her lips as Paul pounded into her. Cold air blew past her, and Bella could feel it hit her nipples as Paul's sweatshirt slipped lower on her shoulders, the zipper having slipped down quite a few inches. The cold mixed with the heat of her werewolf's body made her moans deeper, more throaty, and her silent wolf finally spoke with a growl, his voice still steady even as he kept a death grip on her hips and fucked her in the hallway.

"Like that? Like that I'm fucking you right here in the open? I bet that you're so far gone that you didn't see that the door is wide open, Bella".

Bella was so gone, since what she had been craving for weeks was finally buried inside of her and driving her steadily towards oblivion. Her moans and pants got higher as her squirming got harder, her sole purpose being to be as close to Paul as physically possible. She didn't want fucking air, in between them. Ignoring Paul's question her hips kept riding back, helping every thrust drive into her, only to have a firm bar of muscle wrap around her hips and hold her in place, unmoving against Paul's hips and thighs, and causing an embarrassing whine to pour out of her lips.

"P-paul please!"

All she was answered with was a deep chuckle, and her body was swung back into a solid wall of chest and turned, the air pushing out of her for a moment before she gasped in quickly. Paul had turned her towards the open door, and once he felt the shock resonate through her body, Paul began to fuck the living daylights out of his unobservant imprint.

"Paul th-the door the...f-fuck...don't distract..m-me oh god...oh!"

His chuckles and moans were the only thing she heard apart from her own moans and the slaps of his skin on her own, her wetness seeping down his shaft only making it all louder and messier. Her blush flushed up her cheeks, the embarrassment of the door being wide open while he took her like this, mixed with how hot it was and how much she didn't care, only driving her beg him for it harder, deeper than he was already giving it to her.

"You love that we could be caught, anybody could drive by or walk by and see the door wide open, and you on your knees getting fucked. Admit you love it, come on pretty girl"

Apparently, Bella was really becoming brand new again, because she was pretty damn sure she loved the fuck out of this entire situation, and she voiced that opinion with her wails and moans, her body eager against his.

Paul's arm banded across her hips and thighs again, his other arm sliding up between her breasts and his hand pressing to the front of her throat as he held her in place, hips bucking up into her, using gravity to help bring Bella's body back down hard and fast. She was hot, wet, and his, and his wolf was all too pleased at the fact that his imprint was about to come all over him and cover his lap with her scent. Bella smelled fucking delicious, and when she came she looked surprised every damn time.

Just thinking about it made Paul growl, and with Bella's back flush against his chest, she felt the rumbling down through her and it tipped her right over the edge, making her squeal like a banshee as she came all over his cock, her thighs bucking between his relentlessly thrusting hips, and his forearm as he held her harder and with three balls deep thrusts, spilled inside of Bella with a deep, breathy groan.

Bella collapsed back fully against him, her eyes drifting shut as she fell weakly against Paul, and he just laughed as he leaned over her, reaching a long arm to tap it with his fingertips, sending the door slamming shut before he pulled out of her- making her whimper and wince-before he stood and scooped her up easily in one arm, using the other to stuff her panties into a pocket of his shorts, and pull them back up onto his hips fully.

"You know, some people start off with 'Hello darling, I missed you', or something like that".

Paul smirked, "Are you complaining?"

Grinning, Bella shook her head tiredly, "Oh fuck no".

Paul laughed quietly and carried her up the stairs, shouldering her door open and kicking it shut behind him, his strong arms cradling her as he made it to her bed and climbed in with her.

"Good, hello darling." Paul slipped behind her and cradled her to his chest

"Hello handsome", Bella mumbled, before passing out asleep curled up against her wolf.

Review my darlings, review! Starting the next chapter now so that I don't lose some of my creative juju or whatever. Love and kisses!