What was he thinking?

Chapter 18: Making up

Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer- this is a work of fanfiction.

AN: suspended congress here we come, or here they come... or whatever...

Embry and Quil manage to lift me without damaging my arm further but shit those ribs hurt.

Sue sets my nose and arm and tapes my ribs. Pretty frosty in that room with Sue and Bella. They do not say a word to each other.

Bella wanders off and I fall asleep; yeah I probably should have said lots of things, but I am so bone weary tired. I know she is here and I can feel her. She is probably going to beat me to a bloody pulp again for all those women I slept with. I had better do some fast talking. But I think we will be okay; I think everything is sorted now and I need to heal; so yeah I sleep. Sue me.

I wake up and she is asleep next to me, holding my hand. I go and wash up as well as I can with one arm and then come back to bed. I just have to touch her so I rub her face until she wakes up.

"I'm sorry to wake you; I just…you're here…it's not a dream…," I say.

She tells me Charlie inspired her to fight for me. Damn that's another one I owe him. He didn't shoot me; he didn't lock me up for underage drinking and stalking his daughter and he inspires her to rescue me from the beating of my life. He's a pretty good guy.

Now we can finally talk to each other about everything; we do. She is pretty pissed at me for denying her but I point out it didn't work anyway. She still came to me. She's not entirely convinced. She's pissed off with me for not fighting with Jake. Yeah that makes a whole lot of sense – not. I keep getting distracted by the sight of her wearing my t-shirt; it's truly sexy in a 'you are mine' sort of way.

So after a whole lot of talking, eating and sorting of issues, we go back to sleep. By the morning I am completely healed and we cement our relationship with a whole lot of sex. I try to get her to talk dirty but she is seriously hopeless at it.

I swear to her I will fuck her every day, or at least I will try to. I have a feeling my little firecracker is still going to blush in public but I am willing to bet I can make her into a freak in bed. Well at least I am going to keep trying.

Yeah I will apologize for refusing her with great make-up sex for the rest of her life.

That'll work.

Starting with the shower:

"Hey," I ask her, "remember when we had a shower at your place and you wouldn't touch me?"

She blushes. I go all Vin voice on her, "You can touch me now right?" She still blushes.

God this woman…I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist and carry her to the bathroom.

"You don't have to carry me everywhere you know," she says.

"I know," I kiss her deeply and reach in to turn the water on. "I like carrying you around."

While the water is warming up I reach for her head and pull her in for a deep sensual kiss. She is getting braver with the French kissing.

The wolves all run so hot we have our hot water systems cranked up to maximum because nothing feels hot to us anymore. I have to turn it over to a temperature that feels colder to me, for her. When I have got the temperature right I put her down with a final smack on the lips and one on the ass; for balance. She giggles at me and steps into the shower.

I reach for a washer and ask her to scrub my back.

"Seriously woman, put some muscle into it this time!" I turn and put my hands up against the wall. She starts at the centre of my back and she does pretty well. Besides I reckon she could touch me anyhow anywhere and I would love it. She gets a bit braver and she presses her whole body up behind me and reaches around me with the soap. I can hear her make a funny almost purring noise as she runs her hands down my chest and across my abs. She kisses me in the centre of my back as her hands reach for my cock. I grunt as she gives my cock a hard pull. One hand snakes up and reaches for my nipple as the other continues to make hard strokes along my length. Damn she is a quick learner.

I grunt again as she pinches me hard on the nipple. I can feel her tits pressed up against me. Her fingers are running softly and lightly all over my straining cock. I moan as she thumbs the tip and presses into the slit at the top. "Fuck," I exclaim and then I lose it and turn around to grab her.

She squeaks a little at the speed with which I move as I latch onto her face and kiss her hard.

I run my fingers down between her legs and stroke across her clit. She shudders and then I lift her and with my hands under her butt I lean back and rest my shoulders against the wall. I bend my knees a little so my weight is pushed against the wall. She is pretty easy to lift but she can rest on my thighs if I need her to. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Holding her by the thighs I lift her and slide her onto my cock.

We both groan as I slide her down.

The hot water is running down between us and adding to the sensation.

"Ugh…I could do this all day," I exclaim. I can lift her easily but rocking against her like this was slow and delicious. We stay like this for a while just enjoying the sensation; taking it slow. I press my lips against her pulse point in her neck and feel her heart beat against them. I hold her weight with one arm and slide my other hand up to her breast. I palm it in my hand and tweak her nipple until she gasps. I nibble along her jaw line and bite her earlobe gently. She is making little panting noises as we rock together.

"Please Paul…ugh...need…ohh yes…back to….bed…" she manages to say. I reach behind her and flick the water off. I leave her right where she is, as still carrying her, I step out of the shower and start to walk towards the bedroom.

"Hold on tight baby," I whisper in her ear.

She just holds on for the ride, but every step bounces her on my cock and we are not even half the way there before she is whimpering and squirming with pleasure. She is pressing herself down against me trying to get pressure on her clit.

I sit on the edge of the bed with her held against me and rock her against me a few more times, and then I lie down on my back and fold my arms behind my head. Wow that is a sight I truly want to see every day. She looks amazing; her hair is all messed up and she glows; she is almost blushing all over now with the heat from the shower and our impassioned love making. Fuck me – love making.

With my feet flat on the floor I can lift up into her. She makes a breathy noise as I do that and then she goes all cow girl on me. Rides me like a goddamn bull riding machine. Atta girl.

I put my arms up and grab her hands and then she has something to balance on; she can lift herself properly now.

"Fuuuck…that feels... so fucking…ugh…good," I grunt out. All I can hear is the sound of wet flesh slapping together, punctuated by her eager moans and whimpers and deep grunts from me. Then with a hard up-thrust from me as she slams herself down we fall over the edge into white light together.

When I come back to myself she is lying, panting on my chest. I stroke her back.

"I still don't forgive you for all those women," she mutters at me.

"I will never fuck anybody else," I promise her. Actually that's not a hard one. Fucking her is so much better than any body else I would be some kind of idiot to go there.

Yeah yeah, I know, I have been all kinds of stupid so far; but trust me, it's never going to happen.