Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Warning: This chapter contains lemon.
Bella looked around the nearly empty living room. It was void of the stamp that let someone know that a family made their life there. She had been trying for three days to talk her dad into taking the house off the market. There had been six families that came to the open house last night. She had yet to pack her room. Charlie thought that it would be best to leave the bedrooms for last so that they would have their everyday necessities when they needed them.
They had gone apartment hunting in Port Angeles this morning and she had to admit that some of the apartments and the one loft that they had seen were nice but they hadn't felt like home to her. Her dad was now on the phone with the relator, the house had only been on the market a week and a half and already there was a buyer.
She hadn't seen Paul in a week. He had decided to go camping in Canada by himself. She had let him go because she knew more than anyone how stressed he had been in the past few months. He was due back that night and had called to let her know that he would come and see her in the morning. She had a better idea.
Once her dad was off the phone she let him know that she was going out and that she would stay at Leah's for the night. He left while she put her plan into motion. She was out the door half an hour later.
Sam's Jeep was in Paul's yard when she pulled up. He must not have come up to get it back yet. Bo's loud barking could be heard from inside as she made her way through the yard. She pushed the door open, hearing nothing.
"Shut up, Bo," Paul scolded from the bathroom.
Bella crossed to the bedroom and saw Bo on the bed. He got down and trotted over to her. Paul stuck his head out the door his eyes meeting hers. She smiled as he crossed the room giving her a smoldering look.
"I was about to call you," he said pulling her to him.
"I got impatient," she said wrapping her arms around his neck.
"The next time I go camping you're coming with me."
"My idea of camping and your idea of camping are two completely different things," she said with a small laugh.
"You don't like camping?"
"As long as there's a camper that I can sleep in I'm fine. I don't do well sleeping in a tent."
"I guess I can live with that," he said cupping the back of her neck before leaning down.
His lips were gentle and pliant over hers. Her hands fisted in his hair feeling herself molding against him. She had missed him more than she wanted to admit and had secluded herself from everyone except Leah and Jacob. Being in his arms felt like coming home. She sighed against his lips before opening her mouth to him. His tongue explored her mouth leisurely as his hands moved to pull hers from his hair.
Their hands intertwined and he brought them down to their sides. He pulled away to look down at her. His eyes bore into hers as she stared back at him. He broke eye contact before letting go of her hands. She followed him to the bed and they sat side by side with Bo sitting on his haunches in front of them.
"Out," Paul commanded.
The dog whined, then turned to look at Bella.
"She's not going to save you. Out, now," he said pointing to the front room.
Bo moved towards the door with his tail between his legs. Bella turned her head to look at Paul in curiosity.
"I've seen him twenty-four seven for the past week. I need some alone time with you," he said brushing his fingers down her arm.
She shook her head with a smile before turning her body to face him. He turned to face her, pushing her down onto the bed. He leaned over her, taking her in. Her face was relaxed as she looked up at him.
"I've been thinking," he said as his eyes bored into hers once more.
"About what?" she questioned.
"Do you want to move in here?"
"You want me to move in?" she asked as her eyes lit up with excitement.
"I know it's small, but we could make it work."
"You're right, we could," she said in agreement.
"Is that a yes?"
"That a hell yes," she said with a smile.
He gave her a lopsided grin before leaning down once more. Her arms rested on his shoulders as his hands pushed up the hem of her shirt. His hands made a blazing hot trail up her stomach to her breast. He pushed her bra out of the way to cup her breasts. Her phone rang making her groan.
"Ignore it," he said against her lips.
"It could be my dad," she said with a sigh.
"Check it," he said as he pulled away from her.
"Move your hands."
"No way," he said with a shake of his head.
She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled her phone out. She opened it with a groan.
"Hey Dad," she said once she found her voice.
"I thought you weren't leaving until later," he said.
"I decided to go over early."
"I went and got dinner," he said dejectedly.
Paul fingers brushed over her breast teasingly as he smiled evilly at her. She glared at him with a sigh.
"You didn't have to do that."
"Can you come home? I wanted to talk to you about these townhouses that I saw in the realtors section of the paper."
"It can't wait until tomorrow?"
Paul gave her a warning look while he shook his head. She gave him a helpless look as she waited for her dad to answer her.
"Tomorrow's the last day of open houses for them. I was going to make an appointment for a showing in the morning."
Bella's eyes clenched shut in frustration. If she went home she could tell her dad about her decision to move in with Paul.
"I'll be there in twenty minutes," she said quietly.
"I'll keep dinner warm. I really appreciate you doing this for me Bells," he said quickly.
"Yeah," she said as she pulled Paul's hands from underneath her shirt.
He rolled off of her with a sigh. She sat up with her head in her hands.
"Do you plan on coming back tonight?"
"I need one more night with him. I'm going to tell him that I'm moving in here and I'm going to pack up my stuff. That will give you time to make room for my stuff in the closet and the dresser."
"Alright," he said with an eye roll.
"And tomorrow night you had better have condoms because we are turning off our phones so no one can bother us."
"I like that idea," he said with a wistful smile.
"I thought you might," she said leaning over him.
She rested all of her weight on her arms as she leaned down to brush her lips to his. His fingers brushed down her cheek as she pulled away. She smiled down at him before getting off the bed. He followed her to the truck and opened the door for her. He stood in the yard until her taillights faded from sight.
He hadn't expected her to say yes so fast. He had planned on begging and pleading with her and if that hadn't worked he was going to show her what she would be missing. He was glad that she had said yes with no questions asked. That meant that she trusted him. He would spend the rest of his life keeping her safe and he would never break her trust.
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Jacob was leaning over the Rabbit tightening a bolt to the battery when he heard someone behind him. He figured if the person where there to see him they would make themselves known so he kept doing what he was doing.
A pair of long, slender arms slid around his waist as Leah pressed her body against his back. She kissed behind his ear before placing her head against his shoulder blade. A smile tugged at his lips as he set the wrench down on the battery. His smile widened when he turned his head to look at her. Her eyes were closed but she was smiling contently as she took in his scent. He kissed the corner of her mouth to get her attention and her smile widened.
"I was starting to think that you were still mad at me," he murmured.
"I didn't want to see you walking around on crutches. It would have made me feel guilty," she said into his neck.
"I haven't needed them since yesterday."
"That's what Seth said."
He turned in her arms to lean against the front of the car. He brushed her hair behind her ear before leaning in to brush his lips to hers. She smiled against his lips before opening her mouth to him. He cupped her face in his hands as she pressed her body to his. Her tongue brushed over his bottom lip and he opened his mouth to let her in. She pushed him backwards so that he was leaning over the car and he hissed when his elbow banged against the battery and the wrench fell in between the cracks, clattering against the body of the car in its wake. She pulled away shoving her hair out of her eyes.
"Sorry," she said giving him an impish smile.
"You're sorry for kissing me senseless? I'm not."
"I meant about the wrench," she said smacking his chest playfully.
"It's not a big deal. I can get it later," he said turning to pull the hood down.
"Are you the only one here?"
"Rachel's at work and my dad is fixing something at Quil's."
"Could we go inside?"
He took hold of her hand and led her into the house. She went into the living room while he headed into the kitchen. He handed her a bottle of water before grabbing the remote from off the table.
"It's not every day that I get to watch TV without my sister taking the remote from me or my dad asking me to turn on a game," he said as he turned on the TV.
"Well, at least your dad isn't here," Leah said as she took the remote from him.
"So it's like that?"
"I, like you, come from a one TV household. Seth usually has control over it. I can't watch Life of Ryan one more time."
"That's a good show," he said in defense.
"I have seen every episode. Ryan Sheckler might be cute, but his friends are idiots."
She stopped on an old episode of America's Best Dance Crew that he hadn't seen before lying down on the couch with her head in his lap. He ran his fingers through her hair absent mindedly and she rolled over so that she was lying on her back. Her eyes were closed and her face looked serine. His hand paused and she opened one eye to look up at him.
"Why did you stop? That felt good."
He smiled down at her before starting the process over again. She sighed before closing her eyes again. The TV show was forgotten as he took her in. He started with her face and his free hand went to her neck. He brushed his fingers down the side of her neck to her shoulder before veering down to her chest. The back of his hand blazed a trail between her breasts, moving slowly down her stomach. His eyes drifted to her face again to see her staring up at him.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
She shook her head as his hand veered right to come to rest finally at her hip. His eyes traveled down her legs slowly before meeting her gaze again.
"You're not a virgin are you?" she asked.
"Would it be a problem if I was?"
"No."
"Then, yes, I am."
"I kind of like knowing that I get to show you what to do."
"You do like bossing me around."
"When the time is right," she said with a nod.
"Which isn't now," he said finishing what she had meant to say.
"Not yet."
"I don't mind waiting."
Leah turned over once more so that her face came in contact with his torso. She would have to have been blind not to have noticed it before. It was one of the first things that she noticed about him after she had changed. He wasn't afraid of anything while she had held so much back. She was done doing that. She had kept him waiting for long enough and as soon as she felt that they were ready there was nothing that was going to stop her from claiming him as hers.
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Charlie was true to his word. When Bella came in he was turning off the stove and oven. He pulled something out of the oven while Bella was getting plates for them. The pleasing smell of duck sauce filled the room. He had gotten Chinese. While Bella loved Chinese, it gave Charlie acid indigestion.
"Why did you get Chinese food?"
"That's for you. I just pulled my pizza out of the oven."
Bella went to the stove and saw wonton soup warming in a pot and egg rolls in a cake pan on the back burner. The duck sauce that she made from scratch was also warming in its own pot. Charlie reached around her to grab two slices of pizza while she filled her bowl. She turned to see him watching her.
"You look like you've got a lot on your mind," he observed.
"Not really, but I do need to talk to you."
"Let's have it then," he said before taking a bite of pizza.
"I won't be moving in with you."
He chewed slowly before swallowing hard. He gave her a worried glance as he took a swig of his beer. Seconds ticked by as she waited patiently for what he would say.
"Have you found somewhere else to live?"
"I'm moving in with Paul tomorrow," she said, wanting to be up front and honest with him.
His eyes bulged, but she could see that he was shocked, not mad.
"When did you decide this?"
"Just before you called me," she answered honestly.
"How long have the two of you been planning this?"
"We haven't. He asked me and I said yes immediately."
"Don't you think that maybe you're rushing into it? You should think it through," he said in a fatherly tone.
"I don't need to Dad. It feels right."
"I thought it did too, and then I was divorced three years later."
"You don't need to worry dad. Paul and I aren't going to end up hurting each other," she said in disagreement.
"Are the two of you sleeping together?"
"No," she said giving him a look that let him know that she wasn't lying.
"What about college? Do you still plan on going?"
"I promised you that I would go to college, and I am," she reminded him.
"I guess it's good that we're done packing up the house then. I brought home more boxes so that we could start packing up our rooms. You can have them."
"It's not like I'm moving across the country. I'll be one county over."
"Those townhouses are closer to La Push," he reasoned.
"I'll go with you when you go to check them out," she promised.
"I still plan on getting a two bedroom place no matter where I go. That way you can stay over whenever you want."
"Thanks Dad," she said standing.
She came to stand behind him and draped her arms over his shoulders. He squeezed one of her arms as a way of hugging her.
"You had better get started on packing if you want to move in tomorrow."
"I was going to clean the kitchen first."
"I've got to get used to doing it myself again. You spoil me too much," he said standing to clear the table.
Bella carried half of the boxes from the hall closet up to her room and started packing. She wouldn't be able to take everything, whatever she didn't take would go to her dad's new place.
One hour and six boxes later she was finished with what she would take with her to Paul's. Her room looked almost bare except for her desk and bed. She would ask her dad about taking her rocking chair with her. She was sure that he wouldn't have a problem with it.
She sat on the bed with a sigh. Her phone vibrated and she reached across the bed to grab it. Paul had sent her a text message.
I miss you.
You won't be missing me for long.
You told him?
Yep. I'll be over there tomorrow night.
Do you promise?
I promise. I told him that I would go apartment hunting with him tomorrow so I'll come over after that.
I can't wait.
Me neither.
She shut her phone with a smile. She may be young, but she knew that she was making the right decision. She was more level headed than her parents had been at her age and Paul had a year of living alone under his belt. If he could do it, so could she.
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It only took Embry and Quil twenty minutes to unload the boxes and furniture off of Charlie's truck. Charlie had given Bella her old desk because someone had told him that Paul's house was sparsely furnished. She knew that he did it because he cared and he wanted her to be happy.
She waved to Charlie as he backed out of the yard and Bo sat at her feet watching the man that he had just met that afternoon but already liked drive away. She put a hand on his back to pet him and he turned his head to look at her.
"Come on," she said turning to walk inside.
Bo sat beneath the window in the front room while Bella started dinner. Paul would be home soon and she wanted their first night living together to be special. She was putting the steaks into the oven when Paul came in. Bo stood to meet him at the door as he toed off his shoes and pulled his shirt off.
He came to stand behind her and reached around her to turn off the oven. She turned in his arms giving him a curious look.
"I need a shower, and you are taking one too." he said huskily.
She let him pull her to the bedroom and he shut the door behind them, stopping Bo from following them. He pushed her against the door gently before boxing her in. He reached for the hem of her shirt and she lifted her arms so that he could take it off. She pulled down her shorts as he leaned down to kiss her. She kicked them off the rest of the way as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He gripped her hips lightly, lifting her off of the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his teeth pull at her bottom lip. She opened her mouth to him as he carried her to the bathroom. He set her on the counter before placing his hands on the counter for support. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to her.
He pulled away but didn't move away from her. He had seen her naked before but it didn't count since Jared had been with them. He was going to do now what he had wanted to do then. His hands traveled over her shoulders pushing her bra straps down her shoulders. She reached behind her to unhook the clasps and he pushed it down her arms.
He cupped her breast, feeling the weight of them in his hands. Her hands moved down his chest stopping at his jeans. She unbuttoned them slowly, her eyes meeting his. His fingers grazed her sides as his hands traveled lower. He hooked a finger in either side of her underwear and she leaned up so that he could pull them down. He pulled them down slowly, still watching her.
She had imagined what this moment would be like at least a dozen times. Never had she thought that he would want to take his time and take in every inch of her. She had never seen him naked so he had an advantage that she didn't. That was about to change. She pulled her legs from around him before pushing his boxers down.
"I was starting to like having your legs wrapped around me," he murmured.
She slid her legs around him again before wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled him to her and attacked his mouth greedily. He growled deep in his throat before fisting his hands in her hair. Her tongue battled with his as his heart beat thundered against hers.
His hands moved down her back touching her with a feather light touch before moving to her center. He slipped in one finger, gently working her folds. He had never slept with a virgin before so he had no idea what he was doing. The only thing he did know was that she would need to be stretched first and her vaginal wall would need to be broken. That meant that she was in for a world of pain and he was going to make it as painless as possible.
He figured that his best bet would be to use water as a lubricant so that it would be somewhat easier for her. He pulled her arms and legs from around him reluctantly before turning to turn on the shower. He turned back towards her to see her leaning back against the wall. She was watching him intently, that was her way of asking him what he was thinking without actually asking him.
"I would never intentionally hurt you, you know that don't you?"
"I know," she said with a nod.
"If at any point you want to stop I want you to tell me," he said giving her a pleading look.
"I will," she promised.
He came to stand in front of her again, picking her up and carrying her to the shower. He stepped into the shower with her still in his arms and he shut the shower door while looking down at her.
"You can put me down," she said with a small laugh.
"I like holding you like this," he answered.
"That's because I'm naked," she said rolling her eyes.
"That is why," he said with a nod.
"We aren't going to get very far if you don't put me down."
He set her down then backed her against the stall. The water stung his back so he knew that she wouldn't be able to handle the water just yet. He had set it as hot as it would go so that they could stay in the shower for as long as the water held out. His fingers moved down her stomach to her center and he slipped inside her folds once more.
She took hold of his erection moving her hand down it slowly. Her eyes met his giving him a calming look to let him know that everything was fine. He didn't know how she could do that. No one had ever affected him the way she had. He couldn't get over how she'd rarely had to try at all to get him to open up to her. He had been holding things in for years and then she had come along and he had told her his life story before he had even put the moves on her.
He slipped another finger in feeling her stretch beneath his touch. Her hand moved up and down his length at the pace he had set. He grabbed the shower gel with his free hand and poured some of it down the front of her. He massaged the soap into her skin spending extra time on her breast.
"You'll use any excuse you can to touch me, won't you?"
"Are you complaining?"
"No," she said softly before grabbing the bottle.
She worked up lather over his shoulders and chest before moving down to his stomach. He leaned down to rest his head on her shoulder as he felt his climax fast approaching. He added a third finger and she moaned appreciatively. He spilled his seed onto the shower floor with a groan. He braced his arm on the wall behind her to keep from falling over. Her walls clenched around his fingers and her juices mixed with the water falling over them. She struggled to catch her breath as he pulled away to look at her.
"I'm ready," she said breathlessly.
"Already?" he asked, amused.
"If you're not I can wait."
"Nope, I'm good," he said with a lazy smile.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he guided himself into her.
"I mean it; you need to tell me if it hurts too much."
"I will," she promised again.
He growled deep in his throat as he slowly pushed himself in inch by inch. He could feel her walls stretching to accommodate him yet her face was calm without a trace of worry. It helped to know that she trusted him so much. She pressed herself against him before laying her head on his shoulder. His arms roamed her back as he pushed harder against her vaginal wall.
She hissed in pain when he finally broke through it a few minutes later. He pulled away giving her a worried look.
"The worst part is over, right?" she asked.
"I'm not even half way in," he said shaking his head in concern.
"Take my mind off of the pain. That would help."
"Look at me," he said putting a finger under her chin to tilt her face to his.
She opened her eyes and he saw a small trace of worry. He put his forehead to hers as he started the slow process of filling her. He didn't break eye contact with her as he smiled down at her.
"It's not so bad now," she said returning his smile.
"I want to try something. It will make things easier."
"Okay."
He lifted one of her legs at the knee with one hand and he slipped farther in almost instantly.
"Better?" he asked.
"Much," she said in agreement.
She wrapped her lifted leg around his waist and braced her back against the wall. She had never thought of herself as double jointed, but he was starting to prove her wrong. She smiled as she shook her head to push the thought away.
"What?" he questioned.
"I am more inhibited when I am with you. I never would have thought of myself doing anything like this," she answered breathlessly.
"Having sex?"
"No. I mean me pretty much holding myself up on one leg."
"You are proving my theory wrong."
"What theory?" she questioned in confusion.
"You don't need me as much as I thought you did," he murmured.
"I was not thinking that," she said with a shake of her head.
"Tell me."
"I've been a klutz for my entire life. Ever since I met you I haven't so much as tripped over my feet."
"What does that mean?"
"I feel like I'm your equal. I can do anything when I'm with you."
"Including holding your own in the sex department," he stated.
"Especially now," she agreed.
He smirked before leaning down. He cupped her face in his hands as his lips met hers. His tongue swept into her mouth and she moved her hips to meet his thrusts, pushing him the rest of the way inside her. She gasped into his mouth as he picked up the pace. He pulled away from her and buried his face in her neck.
"Wrap your other leg around my waist," he murmured in her ear.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck. She moved up and down his erection as water cascaded over them. His hands gripped her waist to help her set the pace that he wanted. She ran her fingers through his hair tenderly as she closed her eyes.
"Shit," he moaned.
"What?"
"Stand up," he said pulling her legs from around his waist.
She leaned against the wall watching him with concern. He put a hand on her shoulder before putting his forehead to hers.
"Sorry."
"You're close?"
"Yeah," he said quietly.
Her hands slid down his stomach and gripped him with both hands. She worked him slowly making his mouth pull up at one corner. It was the closest she would get to a smile at the moment. Her movements were meticulous and he spilled his seed into her hand less than a minute later.
He pulled away from her to kneel down in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist before leaning in. His tongue didn't stay in one place for longer than a few seconds at a time. Her breath hitched then she moaned as he hit her pleasure spot. He worked feverishly making her fist her hands in his hair.
"Oh God," she moaned breathlessly.
She felt her orgasm coming fast as she arched her back to offer herself to him. Her breathing became erratic as her orgasm hit her full force. Paul made his way back up her body placing kisses along the way. Her legs were weak beneath her so she gripped his arms to keep from falling.
"You alright?" he asked, amused.
"My legs are like Jell-O right now. Just give me a minute."
"Mine too," he said with a sigh.
"Mmm," she moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You've done the unthinkable," he said in wonder.
"I have?" she asked in confusion.
"Yes, you have," he agreed pointedly.
"What did I do?"
"Marry me."
"Seriously?" she asked as she pulled away from him.
"Uh huh," he said nodding his head quickly with a wide grin.
"Okay," she said laughing lightly.
"Tonight?" he questioned hopefully.
"Tonight?" she asked with wide eyes.
"We can be in Vegas in a few hours. Please?"
"We would need to get out of the shower."
"Sex in the shower…Married. Sex in the shower…Married. Just married sex in the shower," he said, his eyes glistening with hope.
"Just married sex in a Jacuzzi," she said correcting him.
"Even better," he said turning off the shower.
Bella pulled the shower door open and stepped out onto the rug. He grabbed the towel from the towel rack and wrapped it around her. He rubbed her arms to warm them as she looked up at him. She smiled broadly when his eyes met hers. He laughed breathlessly with a smile of his own. They got dressed quickly and he called someone to ask them to meet them at the airport.
"Who did you call?"
"We're going to need witnesses."
"I should call my Dad," she said picking up her phone.
"Why not wait until we get back? That way we can tell him together."
"Good idea. That way he won't freak out as bad. I'll hold off on telling my mom too," she said as she threw a shirt and a pair of jeans into an overnight bag.
"Ready?" he asked.
She nodded as he took hold of her hand. He led her out of the house and Bo followed them.
"What about him?" Bella asked.
"He'll be alright until we get back. He probably won't even move from off the porch," Paul said opening the passenger door for her.
She got in and he closed the door for her. He was in the truck less than five seconds later. He looked over at her giving her a lazy smile.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too."
His smile widened as he started the truck. She watched the scenery pass by in a blur. She had so many thoughts swirling around in her brain and all of them focused around him. She had done the unthinkable. She had earned his trust when no one else had been able to. She would never understand how she had gotten so lucky.