Title: Secret Desires
Genre: Romance (sorta smutty) ;)
Rating: M
Pairing: Bella/Embry (and a peeping Paul)
Words: 851 (sorry/not sorry)
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: "I like candlelit dinners, romantic walks on the beach, and porn."

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Secret Desires

Embry needed advice. He'd imprinted on Bella Swan when they saved her from the dreadlocked leech, but his shy nature and self-deprecating tendencies had prevented him from approaching her yet.

Of course, he was also at odds with their mutual best friend. Jacob was not the least bit happy about phasing, or about the fact that Embry imprinted on the girl he loved most in the world. He was off sulking somewhere while the rest of the wolves were gathered at Sam and Emily's house.

"Look, she's going to feel a pull to you—you just have to get the balls to go talk to her." Paul had little patience for Embry's dramatics. He didn't see what was so special about the damn leech lover anyway.

Jared rolled his eyes and offered his two cents. "Find out what she likes. I mean, we've seen a lot since watching her with Jacob, not to mention all the stuff he plays in his head constantly. What about books? She reads all that romantic shit doesn't she?"

Embry was hopeful at this. He liked to read too, and he was sure they could find some book they were both interested in. Then he hung his head—was he really so pathetic that he had to use books to seduce his soul mate?

At his sigh, Sam finally weighed in. He felt bad for the boy, knowing all he had to deal with. Embry was fatherless, with an unsupportive mother, and the only friend he had in the pack was no longer speaking to him.

"I think Jared has the right idea. Bella seems to like romance. You know the typical stuff—candlelight dinners, long walks on the beach–"

"And porn," Paul offered casually as he sat with his chair tilted back, tossing grapes into his open mouth. "She likes porn too."

The three other wolves turned to Paul with identical looks of shock. He took the opportunity to throw a grape at Sam, and chuckled as his alpha nearly choked on it.

"Come on outside, I'll show you." Paul tossed the remaining fruit in his mouth and jogged outside to phase, with Sam, Embry, and Jared following a few seconds later.

With their minds connected, Paul thought back to a night a few weeks earlier when he'd been running patrol outside the Swan home. Sam had included her house on patrols since the night he found her in the woods, knowing if the leeches came back that would be the first place they would go.

In his memory, wolf Paul stopped short when he heard the familiar sounds of cheesy porn, along the tantalizing scent of Bella's arousal. Embry growled at the lust Paul was transmitting, but the silver wolf seemed unaffected by his brother's ire.

Paul phased back and slipped silently up a tree to peek in Bella's window, stunned to find her lying in bed with one hand in her panties and the other under her sleep shirt. Her face was turned toward the computer screen, where the nude couple was nearing their climaxes with a lot of "Oh, yes" and "Harder, faster."

Paul's own hand drifted down to press against his growing erection as his eyes zeroed in on the slowly increasing circles of Bella's small fingers beneath the soft cotton hiding her from his view. He bit back a moan when she tossed her head back and clenched her eyes tight with a sharp gasp as her orgasm washed through her, and he nearly fell out of the tree when she pulled her hand up to suck her moist fingers into her mouth with a pleased sigh.

See, she likes porn. Paul sat back on his haunches with a superior look around at his pack mates. Sam was glancing back toward the house, thinking of nothing but getting his imprint alone and naked. Jared was eyeing Embry with a new hint of jealousy—the boy had clearly hit the imprint lottery.

Embry was in the uncomfortable situation of being completely aroused in his wolf form, with his pack mates sharing his mind. He needed to get away so he could phase back in private and take care of his not-so-little problem.

Paul laughed and nudged his shoulder. Go on, Em. Go take care of your girl. I'll handle Black for you.

Embry darted away, phasing back near the road, and took several deep breaths trying to calm himself so he could button his shorts. His head was down as he stepped out of the trees, but a now-familiar scent caught his attention when the wind shifted.

Bella was standing by her truck, and her eyes were locked on Embry's hands still fastening his straining cutoffs. He let out a low growl when she finally looked up at his face, and with three strides he was in front of her.

The scent of her arousal was so much stronger in person than in Paul's borrowed memory, and he couldn't help himself as he cupped her cheek and lowered his face to hers for a scorching kiss. They could talk later…