A/N: Hi everyone! I know, I know. I never call; I never write anymore... But here I am, and with a purpose! I wanted to let you all know I'm one of 20 authors, 6 artists, and 3 collab teams up on the auction block to write a one-shot for my lucky winning bidder in Tricky Raven's 3rd Annual Silent Auction Fundraiser! I'm on the block as both a writer of an individual author one-shot and a member of a collab one-shot up for auction with my writing partner and BFF, meliz875.

Here's how it works; you make a generous donation to help Tricky Raven stay open for another year, you email a copy of your receipt to the tricky raven admin email address listed in the auction forum on the site along with a list of your top three author/artist/collab picks-any combination of the three! It's a silent auction and bids are donations first and foremost, so if your bid is highest for one of the author(s) of your choice on the list you submit with your donation receipt, they'll write you a one-shot inspired by your idea as a thank you for your generous contribution! If you're over 18, come check it out!

Characters: Bella, Quil, Paul, Embry

Genre: smut, god help you

Rating: M, and three Hail Marys, you dirty perverts ;)

Word Count: 500

Prompt: "It's a kilt, dumbass. It's only a skirt if I'm wearing underwear."

Out of Uniform

One rainy day, Charlie Swan reached the end of his tether and snapped, but who could blame him? After the Cullens left, Bella changed. Drinking, drugs, out all night-she rebelled, punishing herself and antagonizing her dad, unwilling to face her grief.

So off Bella Swan went to Catholic school, with the nuns and the other bad girls.

Quil tapped his fingers on top of the steering wheel. He had one job to do-get Bella home without her giving him the slip.

He was supposed to go alone, but Paul scented the nervousness and arousal pouring off Quil in waves, coming to the only logical conclusion-Quil had bad girls dressed up like good girls on the brain. He reeked of desperation.

Lahote's grin made Quil jumpy as they sat in the pick-up line. Scanning the crowd, Quil prayed, desperate she'd cooperate this once, but Paul got bored waiting.

Besides-all-girls school? Easy pickings.

But when he stepped out of the car and took a deep breath, the unmistakable scent of horny Swan nearly bowled him over.

Turning to the car, he barked, "Be right back. Gonna see where she's at." The protest died on Quil's lips as Paul stalked around the side of the main building, sidling through thick foliage to a small prayer alcove, overgrown and long-forgotten by the school's inhabitants.

A small altar erected at one end with a high rear wall provided camouflage for the couple. Heavy breaths betrayed them, even without werewolf senses. Paul crept along the retaining wall. He knew that scent, almost as well as Swan kitty…

Feeling like a creeper and giving no fucks, Paul put his back to a tree and chanced a quick look.

Bella Swan bent at the waist, hands spread over brick as her skirt slid up over eager hands.

"You should wear these all the time," a raspy male voice carried in the enclosed space.

"Wear what?" the girl panted, dragging his hand to show him the difference between a kilt and a skirt.

"Fuck!" he groaned, leaning over her. "Your ride is going to be here any second."

"So don't waste time," she demanded, sliding a hand between her legs to stroke his length. Positioning him at her entrance, she waited for him to take over.

He rose as her back bowed and she scrabbled at the wall for balance, grunting, "Fuck… Yeah. Just like that."

Tempted to tug one out while he watched, Paul thought better of it and kept his distance until the pair picked up speed and volume.

With a tight grip on her hip, the guy's face stayed in shadow as he thrust, one hand braced on the wall above her head, cushioning her forehead from impact.

When she came apart in his arms, he stroked her through two more with skilled fingers. Breathing into the space between her shoulder blades, he kissed her, his face contorting in mindless pain-pleasure as he called out, "Fuck! Fuck … yes…" He panted, murmuring her name, "Bella…"

"Embry…"

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