Title: The Night Before
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Pairing: Bella/Paul
Words: 550
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Prompt: This is inspired by the song Kill of the Night by Gin Wigmore in that I took one line from it. It's also inspired by a pic one of my twitter friends (AnneValkyria) posted. It's a sexy one of Alex Meraz looking especially yummy in a blue dress shirt with his hair styled a bit.

I felt like I owed Paul and Bella a happier drabble after my first one this week...

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The Night Before

The thumping bass was nearly painful to his sensitive ears as he prowled closer to the crowded club. He'd avoided places like this for the past two years, but tonight he was there for a reason.

Admiring glances followed his tall form as he weaved through the line outside the doors. A quick nod to the familiar bouncer and he slid inside, straightening his tight blue button-down shirt as he went.

He was unaccustomed to wearing this much clothing, but he wanted to blend in better tonight, even though he had no intention of remaining incognito for long. She would see him—here, in his former second home—and be reminded of the man that still resided inside the wolf. He would show her.

His dark jeans hugged his muscled thighs and molded to his perfect ass in a sinful way, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him. He never saw their faces, as his senses were focused on hunting out one girl in particular. When he finally picked up her scent, he growled. Mine.

Despite the air of danger he projected, one bleached-blonde bimbo finally worked up the courage to approach him. She laid a fake-tanned, manicured hand on his arm which he shook off impatiently with bared teeth and snarled warning, "Don't. Touch. Me."

He ran his hand through his hair, forgetting momentarily that he had attempted to tame it with gel at Embry's advice. He smeared his hands on his jeans and was accosted before he could take another step.

Jet black hair and two familiar scents kept him from pushing these girls away, and it was only the man who was irritated with the way they tugged him toward a chair on the edge of the dance floor. He allowed Kim and Emily to pull him down, and suddenly Leah was in his face. "Why are you here, Lahote? This is girls' night."

He might be the only wolf not afraid of Leah, but that was because his little imprint had the she-wolf wrapped around her pale little finger. His lips pulled back in a lazy smirk as he raised his head in a subtle challenge. "You know she wants me here. Who else is she gonna dance with?"

Leah's response was cut off when the center of his world pushed her way into his line of vision. He choked on a growl as his eyes traveled up her long, bare legs to the hem of her very short skirt. His wolf howled at the sight of all that creamy skin.

She was wearing a tight sequined tank top that must have belonged to Kim, as her breasts were spilling out at the top, making him drool with the urge to take her home. Mine.

He was pretty sure he would die when she hitched up her skirt and straddled his lap, drowning him in her scent as she leaned over to whisper the song lyrics in his ear.

"Now you're mine. But what do I do with you, boy?"

He bucked his hips up enough that she could feel exactly what she was doing to him. "Take me home, Mrs. Lahote."

Her laughter pealed as he stood, her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. "Hey!" she protested. "I won't be 'Mrs.' until tomorrow!"