Author's Note:

I have been enjoying my summer, so far, at least. And...I just found out I got into the elite choral group that I auditioned for, you know, the one that had me so stressed out. Yep, that made me really happy. I am also taking Drivers Training right now, and am glad to tell you that parallel parking and corner backing are not as bad as they look, I didn't even hit the cones! Well, enough about my exciting summer, more about Quil and Claire.

Here's the new chapter, and I must warn you, it gets a little...how do I say this...a little romantic. I guess it could be considered by some as 'M', but I don't think it's too bad. I felt like it was important to the story and Quil and Claire's relationship since they are both adults. Not teens. So, count this as your warning, just so that I don't have anyone choking on their food or something. Lol. Okey-dokey, well, enjoy and let me know your thoughts on it. I love reviews.

Happy Reading!

I don't own Twilight, yet. I am however, planning a ninja-covert mission into Stephanie's mansion to steal it. Shh, don't tell.

Maybe it's true,

That I can't live without you,

Maybe two is better than one,

But there's so much time,

To figure out the rest of my life,

And you already got me coming undone,

And I'm thinking,

Two is better than one

Two is Better Than One, Taylor Swift and Boys Like Girls

Ch.14 Hopeless Romantic

Quil didn't drive us home. Yes, I was sure of that much. I could barely tell where we were, because of the darkness and my unfamiliarity with the area, but I knew we weren't heading back to La Push. And when I questioned Quil on our whereabouts, he shot me this smug smile, but never answered.

"C'mon Quil, seriously, just tell me where we're going. It's not like I won't find out as soon as we get there..." I reasoned, trying to crack his stubborness. It really wasn't working. And I really wanted to know what he had up his sleeve.

"I'm sorry Claire, I can't do that. It's a surprise, and that's how it's staying."

I fought back the urge to childishly say, 'You suck'.

Instead, I settled for crossing my arms angrily and turning my head towards the passenger window, hoping that Quil would see me upset and cave. Imprinting did have some advantages...

"Claire, I'm not going to tell you, so you can pout all you want and it's not going to make a difference." Dammit.

I huffed an annoyed breath of air, feeling defeated. He won.

So, the rest of the dark ride was quiet, and Quil seemed a pretty on edge. I noticed that his hands were a little shaky on the steering wheel, nothing drastic, just some slight movements. But it was enough for me to see. And he kept chewing on his lip. Quil never chewed on his lip.

I didn't say anything though, figuring it would be pointless to try to talk to Quil at this point. So, I stuck with keeping my mouth shut and focusing on trying to figure out where I was. I recognized trees, and that was about it. Very specific.

Finally, I felt the vehicle slow, and I guessed that meant we had reached our destination. When Quil parked, on what I thought was the side of the highway, I was a little nervous. What the heck were we going to do here?

"You coming?" Quil asked, a small amused smile on his face as he waited for me with my door open. I realized I must haven't even made a move to get out, and he was already on my side with his arm out for help. I stuck my hand in his, and was a little shocked to feel how sweaty his palm was.

He led me into the trees on the side of the road, guiding me completely because I couldn't see a foot in front of me. Quil probably had some nightvision sort of deal because of his werewolf side.

I was so focused on staying on my feet rather than on the ground that I didn't even realize it when Quil stopped.

"Are we here?" I asked, not really entirely sure where here was.

"I dunno, are we?" Quil teased, and even though I couldn't see him, I knew he had some sort of smug grin caked on his handsome face.

I hated when people answered questions with questions. It annoyed the hell out of me.

"Quit it, Quil, what the hell is going on?" No shitting me anymore.

"Close your eyes", he commanded, his voice suddenly huskier. I obeyed instantly, and suddenly, my inner thighs felt a little wet.

I felt his hands gently turn my body around by my shoulders.

"Open them", he said, his voice still husky and tantalizing.

I did as he said, again, and was rewarded with an amazing surprise. Out here, in the middle of some random forest, was this snow white gazebo, decorated with white shining lights that lit up the forest surrounding it. Some music was playing, a light piano melody, but I couldn't tell where it was coming from.

I could feel Quil's eyes on me as I looked over at the beatiful display of just how much this man loved me. I think he could tell I liked it a lot by the enormous grin I was pretty sure covered my face. Quil gently wrapped his arms around me, enclosing me in his incredibly warm embrace. I didn't even realize myself that I was cold until he warmed me up. But I was quickly finding out that lately Quil tended to know what I needed even before I knew it.

He finished warming me up and pulled me eagerly towards the gazebo, a bright smile grazing his face. We walked up the steps, hand in hand, and I decided that Quil was definitely a romantic. A hopeless romantic. There was no way he planned all this without owning a romantic bone somewhere in his massive body. It was perfect.

"May I have this dance, madam?" Quil asked, bowing and sticking out his hand, his voice morphing into a pathetic excuse for a British accent, but still very sweet at the same time. I giggled nervously, and took his hand, knowing that I was a nasty dancer. I danced similar to how I imagined an elephant in heels would dance. Yeah, that bad.

"Well, sir, you are the only one here. It doesn't look as if I have much of a choice now, does it?" I countered back, distorting my own voice into a British accent. Quil feigned hurt at my comment, so I slopped on a cheesy grin and took his hand.

"But, I would be happy to dance with you." He pulled me out into the center of the gazebo, directly under all the twinkling lights.

Quil apparently, danced just as crappy as me, because we both were constantly stepping on each other's feet. I took off my heels, seeing as how that might improve my lack of skills, even by the slightest. Quil didn't seem to mind our shitty dancing, though, he actually looked content, which was exactly how I felt.

I leaned my head in on his shoulder, feeling slightly sleepy but utterly happy with my life at the moment. He made a satisfied noise in the back of his throat.

"So, I take it you like all this?" Quil whispered, his voice lightly tickling the skin on my neck.

"Just a little bit", I hummed, shooting a teasing smile in his direction. He smiled back, knowing I meant that I loved it.

"So, can I get a little, I dunno, reward, maybe?" Quil asked, his smile condescending. I smiled back at him.

"What kind of reward would you prefer, hmm?" I asked, trying to squeeze it out of him.

"Well, a hug, a kiss, maybe a new car", Quil suggested jokingly, and I knew exactly which one of those Quil would prefer.

"Ooohhh, it looks like we are practically hugging right now, and I think I'm starting to grow on your car. Well, I guess that leaves us with kiss..." I rationalized, watching as Quil's smile grew wide with my teasing.

I leaned forward, and he covered the rest of the distance and our lips locked. I felt his tongue press lightly against my lips, politely asking for entry. I opened and his sweet breath filled my mouth. Our tongues teased each other, our tongues battling for dominance.

Suddenly, Quil's huge, muscular hands, wrapped themselves around my barely covered thighs, and he lifted me onto his hips, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his torso. Our kiss was becoming more and more intense by the minute, and I started slipping down his body gradually. I gasped when I felt his hardness against me, but before I could think about it, he lifted me back up his body.

After a good amount of kissing, I was out of breath, so we broke apart. Quil's brown eyes were very dark, almost black, looking back at me with a small smile playing on his thick lips.

"I want you, Quil", I whispered, my breathing heavy and uneven. I lifted my eyes to see his face, and it was a little confused. "I want you", I repeated, hoping he would understand.

And I was pretty sure he did. His eyes darkened even more.

"Are you positive?" He asked, a cautious expression taking over his demeanor.

"One hundred and ten percent." He smiled wide.

"How long?" He wondered, and I wasn't sure what exactly he meant by that.

"What?"

"How long have you wanted me?" He asked patiently, his callused hands rubbing light patterns on my hips. Oh, he meant that.

"Ever since I came back to La Push", I admitted, a little embarassed that I had wanted to sleep with Quil like two days after I met him. Well, re-met him technically.

He seemed to like my answer though, and he brushed his hand across my cheek, where I'm sure blush had took over.

He placed a feather light kiss on my cheek there.

"I want you, too, Claire", he whispered, his voice rough and really sexy. The wetness inbetween my legs made an appearance again.

Oh god, Quil's nostrils flared slightly, and his eyes darkened even more, just when I thought they were as dark as they could get. He could smell me. He could smell exactly just how much I wanted him. Oh, lord.

"You...you can smell me?" I asked, the blush blaring across my face.

"Yeah. Don't worry, I love it." Quil whispered, his hands moving farther down, just brushing the curve of my ass.

I nodded, trying to mute the redness on my face.

"Do you want to get out of here, Claire?" Quil asked, his husky voice sending shivers down my spine. I knew what that question really translated to. I mentally thanked Kim and Emily for their help.

I nodded, and Quil hitched me back up his body and I wrapped my legs around his torso again. He grabbed my heels off the floor and handed them to me. Once we got to Quil's truck, we were practically dry-humping each other. I could hardly breathe, Quil's mouth was everywhere, and I was pretty sure my warm wetness was dripping down to the forest floor.

Quil had laid blankets across the bed of the pick-up truck, and he gently set me down on them and jumped in next to me, his mouth never leaving my body in the process.

Before I knew it, Quil was in his plaid boxers, that made my mouth water, and I was down to my lacy, lilac, Victoria's Secret bra and panty set. Quil kept flaring his nostrils, and I suddenly, my soaking wet panties were flying over the edge of the truck. My bra soon followed. And thanks to my fast-working fingers, Quil's boxers joined them.

It was all such a blur, so fast, and so heated. The feel of skin to skin contact was amazing, and I couldn't think of any feeling that was better than this. Quil's occasional husky grunts suggested that he thought the same.

Pretty soon, I needed Quil inside me. I couldn't wait any longer, and Quil's mouth was teasing me all over the place.

"Quil, I need you", I rushed out, my breath being sucked out of me by Quil's sweaty, muscular body against me.

"Are you sure about this?" Quil mumbled against my neck, unfairly distracting me. Yes, I wanted it so bad.

"Hell yes." I could feel Quil smile against my skin.

Finally, his face was back up, facing me, and his black eyes were shining brightly. He kissed me on the lips as he positioned himself, and I practically writhed as I felt his length against my heated core. He grinded against me a few times, provoking a few whines from me, that were not supposed to be vocalized.

He raised his eyebrows a bit, making sure for a third time that I was ready. He was so sweet, waiting this long for me, and still being able to make sure I was all for it. Which I was. So I nodded, my last confirmation.

Then, ever-so-gently, he plunged into me, and the pain wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I hadn't been with Dylan for about four months, and Quil was a lot bigger, so I knew it would hurt.

But this, this felt great. Perfect. He kissed me the whole time, his eyes looking directly into my face the entire time, making sure I was fine.

Then, after I seemed to adjust to his size, he started moving in and out, and that felt even better. I felt the coils inside me slowly tighten and finally, after awhile, burst. Quil released after awhile, too, and we both fell backs down, against the truck bed blankets, staring up at the night stars. I cuddled into Quil's warm side, feeling completely content. This was the way my life was supposed to be.

Nothing else mattered, but this man and me. Together.

So...what'd you think? Quil and Claire's relationship is progressing nicely, huh? It makes me feel happy inside. What is your guys' opinions? Weiver please. :)