Pairing: Bella/Paul
Genre: Drama
Rated: T (mild language and suggestive themes)
Words: 1000
Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight!
Surrender
With the last of the dinner dishes put away, Bella Lahote escaped through the backdoor with a mason jar of Old Quil's moonshine. Shrilling voices of children chased her from the house she never considered her home. Emily and Kim suggested the couples with children took turns hosting sleepovers two nights a week during the summer break, and this week belonged to the Lahotes. Bella never agreed or disagreed. Not really giving a fuck either way, she allowed Paul to either vote or veto.
Smirking she lifted the jar to her lips and settled into the lounger on the back deck, the night oddly clear for rainy Washington. She always hosted her baby-sitting duty during the weekends due to their clashing schedules. It made him less inclined to satisfy the imprint chords, giving her a break from bending to his will. These rare nights smelled of freedom despite the fact she loathed the get-togethers she never agreed too. With the exception of Jake's two children, the rest were considered a respite from her husband.
The words still tasted like chalk in her mouth. Her husband, a fucking cosmetic joke - funnier than Edward swearing he never existed. A blessing from Gods she never believed in with a coating of happiness she only felt during the few moments derived from an orgasm she never wants. Instead, it's ripped from her soul with the disgusting acts her imprinter masterfully demanded from her body.
Fuck imprinting...
She drank the burning liquid to wash down the fire of the lie. No matter how many times she denied it, she loved her encounters with Paul, even if she refused to believe it. Their anger and hate for one another never stopped him from turning to her, and she always accepted despite the many hours she spent chastising herself afterwards.
Neither she or Paul loved one another, however, they learned to co-exist - for the children's sake. Bella tipped her hat to Paul, despite his standoff nature towards his wife, he took to fatherhood pretty quick. Far better than Bella took to motherhood. His son's birth changed him, leaving Bella withdrawn.
During her second pregnancy, Paul was more involved, tricking her with heartwarming bliss until she remembered imprinting ripped away her free-will. Her soul told her she could be happy, but her mind refused to acknowledge the blanketed lie.
With the meddling of others, they were forced into a marriage neither wanted in hopes their views would change and allow the imprint to do what it was meant - bind their souls together forever. How cruelly they all were mistaken. Neither bought into the bullshit.
Consummation of the imprint took place on Bella's wedding night when Paul claimed her virginity. Regardless of their previous sexual activities with one another, Bella managed to keep her hymen intact in hopes of Edward's return. She refused to give Paul that part of herself until everything else was stripped from her than her virtue no longer held any value.
Noting the jar half drained of the mind-numbing solution, Bella pulled the gold band from her pocket she only wore in Paul's presence. She twisted the cold metal between her deadened fingers with absence while one ear took in Jackson, Jacob's oldest, herding the younger children into the living room and onto the pallets she laid out for them during the duration of their stay. It helped the children relax while away from home. The sounds of the opening credits to the movie sailed through the screen door, settling Bella as the rowdy group quieted down for the night.
One-eyeing the emptied jar, Bella walked inside with the promise of a small refill, not quite satisfied with her drunken state - her rational mind still spoke. She pulled the vintage jug from beneath the counter and reasoned a full glass was acceptable. The alcohol made her feel less guilty and more inclined to give into temptation, requesting what she fought every waking moment at his side….
….for once giving in.
Bella exited the screen door, taking up residence in the lonely lounger left unguarded. Jackson turned off the TV and soft snores drifted out of the living room from the sleepy tykes. She sipped more shine and waited, drowning the pleas of her mind in exchange for the demands of her body.
The small jar slowly left her lips as her husband broke the dense line of trees fencing the backyard. She sipped an errant drop of liquid from her top lip and let a soft moan slip between the distance of her and her prowling imprint.
His stride purposeful, graceful and so full of power in his human form. Her body's reaction to her husband's exuding sexuality no longer surprised her. By the tautness of her chords, she knew the moment he stepped from the forest he felt her want. Denying her desires proved futile.
She hungrily gazed upon the naked, erected body of the man at her side. Swinging her leg over the lounge she presented the jar and her hand to him. His warm fingers slipped around her free wrist and his fingers brushed her's against the jar, pulling her to her feet. Bella grazed her body against his, rounding him while he drained the contents of the jar.
Not bothering with words or a backwards glance, she sauntered towards the woodshed behind his house. The click of the door told her he followed and she pulled her shirt over her head, still not turning to face him. Her fingers failed to free the button of her fly before her husband slapped them away. His fingers hooked into her belt loops to roughly tug her pants around her thighs, binding her legs together.
Bella's arms hung limply at her side while Paul unfastened her bra before shoving her to her knees. His fingers dove into her hair with a strong grip. Her submissive soul recognizing his dominant nature.
Both craved what their souls needed - to give into the imperative of imprinting.