A/N: I do not own the Twilight series in anyway.
We walked down the path to the beach quietly. My hands were at my sides fighting the urge to hold onto her. She was a menace to herself, tripping and wobbling around every now and then. She needed me to hold onto her at all times. Hell, she fucking needed me to pick her up and carry her around. But I was good. The fact that she was still walking with me had to of meant something, I hoped. Dammit! Why did I hope?
She sighed, and my eyes scanned over her quickly. The way she had a hold of me like this...I liked it but wanted to stab myself at the same time. I was just as bad as Sam now. Wait not as bad. I would never let myself get that bad.
Finally we reached the beach. The sun was on it's way down but it hadn't quite started to get dark yet. It really didn't matter if it was dark or not anyhow, I could see easily through it.
When Bella stopped walking I stopped, looking down at her. She looked...well she looked gorgeous. There was something I never in my life thought I would apply to Bella Swan. Sure she wasn't bad looking, but until I met eye contact with her and this damn imprint thing happened I never really saw her. Now she was all I saw.
She blushed and quickly looked down, noticing me studying her face. I had to smile, I couldn't help but smile. I reached a hand up to her face to let my fingers brush across the new color to her cheek. It only caused more heat to flood there. Probably because I was running a fever of 108 all the time. The feel of her warm skin...ugh. So soft, so perfect.
"Bella," I started, not able to help the sound of my voice. I wasn't quite sure I wanted to tell her, but I figured I should. She had a right to know. Plus the sooner I told her the sooner she could reject my ass, and the sooner I could go back to my normal life. The pain in that thought was too real for my liking, causing my insides to flinch. Okay, maybe not a normal life. Somehow I knew I would be missing her like crazy. Would this EVER end? "I...need..." I squeezed my eyes shut with a groan. I couldn't do this right now. The damn fear of her laughing at me and running away from me was too much to bear. When I opened my eyes she was looking at me with big curious eyes. "Nevermind," I muttered to her then turned to walk away.
I could hear her walking behind me and I slowed down so she would reach my side. There were so many questions I wanted to ask her, but I just couldn't. Not right now.
"Here, I should probably get you back," I mumbled suddenly. I couldn't do this tonight. How much could this poor girl take anyway? I turned to her just to see her nod a little. My hand found her arm and I gently grabbed it to lead her back. She didn't protest, and I could of swore she was fighting to move closer to me. Probably because I was so warm I bet. I took a chance, putting my arm around her. She shivered into my touch, moving closer to my side. Yep, I was right. And now my mind was going wild, but I focused and was able to get her back into her truck safely.
"I'll...see you around." With a sigh and avoiding looking at her I turned and jogged off into the woods, though my body and mind and entire fucking existance screamed in protest.
That night I just couldn't get my ass to sleep. How the hell could I sleep with me worrying? I had no fucking clue who I was turning into. It was like my insides had been frozen all my life up until now, and now they were thawing. And I had more feelings than I knew what to do with.
I threw myself against the bed with a thud and stared up at the ceiling. After a good hour of not being able to sleep and my mind running wild I jumped out of bed. I wasn't doing any good here. When I was out the door and running through the woods I knew exactly where I was going.
There her house was. Only two lights were on, the porch light and the one in the area I figured was her bedroom. I only guessed it by the color of the curtains. I kept myself hidden in the trees, laying down on my stomach. My head lay on my front two paws. My eyes looked up into the window, wondering what she was doing still up. It was late. I had to stop this, it wasn't any of my business, nor should I be here, nor should I be worrying.
It's the imprint, and you're already whipped. Embry invaded my head.
Get the hell out of my head, ass. I snarled. Oh shit. My eyes darted up and I listened for any movement. Good, must have been quiet enough for anyone not to hear in the house. Shouldn't you be in bed or something?
Sam has me on patrol tonight. Shouldn't YOU be asleep? His thoughts had humor in them, and if he would have been here I would take a snap at him. Nice.
My eyes saw the flicker when the light in the house went off, and I settled my head back into my paws again. Go run your patrol.
He must of not saw anything else in my head except for the exhaustion because he left me alone. Figuring Bella must of went to sleep I tried again. Weird how I could easily fall asleep just knowing I was close to her. I'd kick my ass in the morning for it.
When I passed out I must of really passed out. I hoped to of woken up early enough I could run off before she even left the house. But instead I was awoken by footsteps.
I quickly lifted my head and jumped up on my four legs, ready to growl and run off. If it had been Charlie he would of shot me. But my eyes focused on the brunette who looked at me with wide eyes. How in the world did she know I was out here?
Huffing a sigh, I was damn glad I had fur covering my cheeks. Embarrassment? I really was losing my mind.
But she reached out a hand to me as I was taking a step back. Her features weren't showing any signs of fear, just pure curiosity.
I stared at her for a moment before, slowly, taking a small stride forward at the same time she took one. I took one more, tilting my big head at her some. She reached up and pressed her palm to the side of my face, some of my fur ending up in her fingers.
I had to bark a small laugh, but quickly stopped when she jumped back a bit. I shook my head some, taking a cautious step to her. She did it again and smiled. This was beyond weird, she was fucking petting me. I fought the urge to laugh again, not wanting to scare her. Instead I ducked my head a little so she could pet me some more.
"Paul?" her voice all but squeaked.
I looked up at her, nodding my big head once.
"What's going on between us?" she whispered.
Was she really expecting an answer? Like I could really fucking talk, and right now I was glad I couldn't. The only thing I knew how to do was bark, ha, growl and whine.
"I..I feel something." Her wide brown eyes were looking down at her.
I pranced around a little around her, stretching my front legs out and lowering my front half down. I nodded back, motioning for her to hop on. I didn't have a reason why she should trust me, and she should of just walked away. It would have been better if she would have just walked away.
Of course she didn't! I couldn't deny that I was glad that she didn't, though. I knew I would of ran off pissed at myself for some damn reason if she did.
She climbed on my back carefully. I stood up slowly and carefully. I felt her hands grip the hair on the back near my neck to hold on. I did what was supposed to be a grin, but I imagined what it looked like and figured it was scary so I let my lips fall back over my long teeth.
I wish I could of said hold on, but I think she got it. I turned and started a slow pace into the woods.
What the hell was I doing again?