I'll make you dinner and breakfast
by Hanikka
Summary:
This is a story about how Paul Lahote falls in love with Bella Swan, and how she is unable to deny her own attraction she feels. They become an item, but how they manage to stay together in a long-distance relationship with jealousy and anger issues. The story has no plot, it just fills the gap where there aren't enough stories about these two, the best pair in the Twilight fandom. All Human, AU (obviously). Rated for lemons and language, some adult situations.
Disclaimer:
Just to remind you all publicly recognizable characters and situations are the property of Stephanie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. Just playing with words and having fun. Rated M for some citrus fruits and language and some mature themes.
AN:
I'm in a process of proofreading the story and correcting spelling and grammar, trying to make it more enjoyable to read. As English is only my second language there are some problems in this story and I want to make it better since I love it so much and hope many Bella/Paul fans want to read it. But since this is a long story, it will take some time before it's done. Currently in chapter 40. And of course, I'm still updating this and two other stories. I hope you like the story.
PART 1: Getting together
Chapter one
Paul was pissed and bored as fuck. He had his eyes closed, and he was resting his back on a huge driftwood log on First Beach. He tried to tune out the chatter made by his last night's lay but was unsuccessful.
Why couldn't she just take a hint and fuck off?
When Paul had woken up this morning, he couldn't understand what the hell he had been thinking last night when he left the bar with this dumb bitch. Yeah, right, he wasn't, fucking dumbass.
"Pauly, come dance with me," Missy, or was it, Minny, like the fuck he cared, whined next to him and grabbed his hand. Paul winced; he didn't like to be touched and pulled his hand from her.
"No, you go."
"Would you like me to get you a beer?" Missy offered.
"Sure," Paul grunted and lifted himself a little.
Missy brought him a beer, and Paul took a long swig and looked around. He saw many of his friends on the beach.
Like they had any other place to hang out on a Saturday night. He snorted and took another swig.
"Hey Pauly, are you sure you don't want to come and dance with me?" Missy shouted. She was squirming her body and messing her hair, trying to look sexy, and Paul couldn't help it; he started to laugh.
"Jesus, I must have been wasted last night," Paul mumbled and rubbed his face. There was heavy stubble on it. Paul felt so tired and a bit hungover from the night before; he'd been still drunk when he'd woken up this morning. It had been a bit tricky to get home; Paul had no clue where he was. But that's why he has Jared; he'd come to pick him up after recognizing the neighborhood Paul showed him. How the fuck had people survived before video calls, he didn't know. The bitch had followed him to First Beach; he had probably told her about the bonfire, although he didn't remember doing so.
"No, I'm good," Paul said and stood up.
He started to walk towards Jared, and that was when he saw her; a girl with long dark auburn hair and a body to die for. She was dancing barefoot with another girl. They seemed to be in their bubble, not making any contact with people around them or even noticing them. It was early Saturday night, just past six, and people had come to the bonfire to dance and catch up with their friends.
Paul was mesmerized. Who was she? He hadn't seen her before; he would remember if he had. The girl was sex on legs moving sensually yet playfully joking around with her friend. She looked an essence of happiness with her eyes closed and a dazzling smile on her beautiful face. Paul had never seen anyone as stunning and captivating as her.
Paul could hear her laughing with her friend. The sound made him shiver, bringing a smile to his face. Her long hair reached almost to her sexy ass. The girl had opened her eyes, but Paul couldn't see the color; she was too far away. But the way her eyes sparkled was spellbinding.
The girl had one big black pearl on the hollow of her throat. It was hanging on a black cord and jumping to her chin when she danced. The girl brushed her hand through her lengthy hair, and Paul noticed that she wore one similar pearl attached to a black multilayer bracelet on her left wrist. He couldn't stop drinking up every detail. Everything about this girl was fucking gorgeous.
Paul wanted to get closer but continued to walk toward his friend instead. For some reason, he felt unsure about what to do, making him nervous. It wasn't typical for Paul Lahote not to know how to pursue a woman. But there was something about this girl that told him he wouldn't get far with her with his traditional methods. But Paul knew he wanted her. He fucking wanted her. It's been only 5 minutes, but he knew she was the woman he had to have.
The girl was wearing a loose-fit t-shirt that left her left shoulder bare, and just behind that shoulder, next to her shoulder blade, Paul could see a small tattoo. It caused him an instant hard-on. He couldn't see for sure what pattern it was, but it looked a bit like a tiny turtle. Oh, how he would love to lick that tattoo, to lick every part of that body, to claim her, fuck her. The bulge in his jeans got bigger and harder.
Paul quickly tossed the empty beer bottle next to a trashcan and shoved his hands into his jean pockets to hide his hard-on.
"Hey Jared, do you know who is that girl dancing over there is, the one with long dark hair and light pink t-shirt?" Paul asked, never taking his eyes off the girl.
"Um... Who? ... Oh, wow! She's gorgeous! Never seen her before," Jared said. "Unless... she is the girl Jacob hung out with a few years back. There's something similar to her, Chief Swan's daughter. She moved away; maybe she's visiting," Jared continued and gulped down the rest of his beer. "But if it is her, she's changed quite a bit. That girl is smoking hot."
Both men were staring at the dancing girl when the dumb bitch came to them and tried to make Paul notice her. She was getting pissed about being ignored by his date. Paul was her date after all, wasn't he?
"Hey, would you like to leave and go to my place for a round two?" the desperate girl asked Paul batting her clumpy eyelashes and running her forefinger down Paul's bare arm.
Paul winced; he had had enough of this needy bitch.
"No, please leave. Go and find someone else to fuck," Paul grunted. He knew he was a dick, but he didn't care. He was an asshole, after all. Everybody knew that, and he never promised anything more.
Just then, he saw the girl jumping excitedly and heard her shouting to her friend, "This is my absolute favorite. Do you remember the last time we danced to this song?!"
Paul hadn't paid any attention to the music playing on the beach, but now he listened to the song the girl loved. He didn't know the song, but it was definitely on its way to becoming one of his favorites, albeit for different reasons.
Paul took his phone out of his jeans pocket and asked Siri what song it was. He got his answer soon: Dua Lipa: Don't start now. At this point, Paul noticed that he wasn't the only male staring at the girl. Pretty much every man was eye fucking her. She was sex on legs. Her dance moves were smoking hot. And the way she enjoyed dancing, her eyes closed and arms raised over her head, hips swaying, made Paul imagine how she would look like lying under him moaning his name. This girl would be starring in every male's spank bank tonight.
Suddenly the girl stopped dancing. She raised her forefinger to her friend and took her phone from her back pocket. She walked away from the crowd and stuck her finger to the other ear to hear better, leaning her head a bit, her long wavy hair swaying over her round ass. Fuck. Paul was smiling; everything this girl made was sexy. The girl stopped and kneeled; she picked something from the sand, and after standing up, she put it in her pocket. A shell, maybe? The call ended soon, and to his dismay, Paul saw the girl running back to her friend, grabbing her shoes. She was clearly going to leave the beach. And yes, they both started to run towards the parking lot.
Noooooo! Paul was shouting inside his head. He didn't want her to leave before he knew who she was. But right at that moment, he felt someone jump to his back, wrapping legs around his waist, another arm grabbing his shoulder and another covering his eyes. "Did you miss me?" he heard a female voice whispering in his ear.
Fuck this shit! He tried to get the hand off his eyes as quickly as possible, but the girl was already gone. He desperately peeked up to the parking lot and did see an old truck leaving. Was it her car?
"Fuck!" he spat angrily.
"So not so pleased to see me, huh?" the voice stated unhappily.
Paul turned around and saw a woman he knew he had fucked at some point but couldn't remember her name and couldn't care less.
"Fuck no!" Paul grunted and left her standing on the spot, her mouth hanging open.
"Fuck you! You are an asshole," he heard the woman say.
Paul needed another beer.
"What happened to you?" Jared asked, coming after him and crabbing himself a beer too.
"She left, and now I don't know who she is and where to find her. She was something else, man," Paul said and took a long swig of his beer.
"Who?" Jared asked.
"The beautiful dancing girl."
"Oh her. She was smoking hot. Maybe we could ask Jake if he knows her. She might be that Swan girl I mentioned you about.
"Fuck yeah, let's go find Jake," said Paul.
26.5.2021