37"Iwantyoutoteachmeaboutsex." Bella said in a rush and thrust the tupperware of homemade blueberry cheesecake into Paul's bare chest.
"Sorry, I don't think I caught that." Paul raised an eyebrow at her.
Bella was going to kill Leah for giving her this dumb idea.
"I want you... to teach me….. sex."
"Isn't that what sex ed is for?" He gave her a smarmy grin.
"Paul Lahote! Do not be an ass about this. You know what? Never mind. Give me back the cheesecake." I made grabby hands as I reached out for it. "Your stupid. Leah's stupid. I'm stupid."
"Woah, hey now!" He lifted the tupperware above his head with a single hand. "You can't have this back. Plus I haven't exactly said no. What could you possibly stand to learn from me that you haven't from the popsicle dick boy?"
"Edward," I unconsciously corrected him after weeks of the same dumb joke, " and there was no bumping uglies with him. On the best of days, there were long slow kisses but that's it. There was no second base. No passing go and collecting two hundred dollars. No cunnilingus. No fellatio-." I rambled on until Paul interrupted.
"Wait, no what now?"
"Oral sex, Lahote. Keep up!" I waved my hands around before pacing across his porch. "There was nothing. I have no experience with any of it because Edward was scared of losing control and hurting me."
"Well at least Mister Freeze did something right." Paul grumbled before pulling the cheesecake into his chest and holding his front door open. "Well, you coming in?"
"God, I should've gone to Embry." I murmured with my eyes closed and my head tipped back.
"Don't be so dramatic, Swan. Plus, Leah would kill you. Probably literally."
"Whose being dramatic now?" I snapped as I stepped into his home. "I'm sure she could have found some sisterly love somewhere in her big heart to loan out her boyfriend slash imprint for the greater good of losing my virginity to someone nice."
"If you wanted nice," he tossed over his shoulder as he led the way across the small cabin to the dining table, "you would have gone to Black."
"Gross- no- absolutely not. He's like my brother. That's nasty, you take that back, Lahote." I said as I start opening random cabinets until I find his plates.
Paul places the container on the counter and opens it before passing it to me. With a gentle hand on my hip, he shifts me to the right to dig into a drawer that contains random utensils. Passing me a knife and two forks before moving to sit at the table.
"I won't take it back. I'm sure you considered all your options before coming here. You're too smart to not have."
"Careful Lahote, that almost sounded like a compliment." I snarked as I closed up the container and placed it in his fridge. Seeing the bare essentials reminded me of how Charlie's looked when I had first moved in. Something about that emptiness makes me want to fill it right up.
Pushing the feeling down I pulled out the milk and, after checking the expiration date, filled two glasses and put everything on the small wooden table just perfect for the two of us.
"Eat." I barked at him. Suddenly all too aware of the peculiar situation I'd found myself in, my eyes wandered over the space around us.
The open space allows for a good look at his messy bed in the corner with a comforter hanging half off the end. A chest of drawers that doubles as a side table with a lamp, small picture frame, and a half drank glass of water on top of it. In the opposite corner is another dresser with a small tv and gaming console on top, though both have a layer of dust on them.
A glance over my shoulder to the front of the cabin highlights the desk beneath a window covered in paper with an acoustic guitar stored against the side of it.
"Sorry it's not a glass mansion." The bitter tones in his voice bring my eyes back to his face, though he's not looking at me. Just staring down at his empty plate that I immediately switch out for mine.
"Meh, who needs all that space when they never really sleep anyways?"
"No need to protect my feelings, Swan." He grumbles before digging into the new slice.
"When have we ever cared for those anyways Lahote?" I tease before gulping down the milk.
I'm only halfway through the glass when he says, "So, sex?"
The coughing fit sends milk all over his bare chest and out of my nose. From the chair he reaches across to grab the hand towel at the sink and wipe his chest off before handing it to me.
"What kind of segway was that?" I ask, still coughing, as I attempt to blindly clean myself and the table up.
Ignoring my spluttering, Paul asks, "Why me?"
"You mean other than Leah's terrible suggestion?" I stand and collect the dishes before moving everything to the sink. It feels a little easier bearing my soul while not looking at him. "I guess, I don't know- well I mean I do but god this is embarrassing. I swear if this conversation makes its way into the pack mind-."
"Don't worry Swan, your secrets are safe with me."
"Well obviously you're attractive. Shut up, don't even start." I say without looking, knowing there's an obnoxiously hot smirk on his face now from the admission. Running water of the dishes I continue, "For some reason, even though you're an ass the size of Jupiter, I'm comfortable around you. It's been made blindingly clear you have experience. You're someone I wouldn't have to keep secrets from and you don't have an imprint so-."
"Who said I don't have an imprint?" The dark tone in Paul's voice is full of warning bells that have me turning around to face him. "Who told you that Bella?"
"Well… I guess…" I stumbled over my words, trying to think it over carefully and coming up blank. "I guess I just assumed-."
"Well, you assumed wrong, Swan. She just hasn't needed me before now." I latched on to his words as Paul pushed back from the table and stalked forward towards me.
"Before now as in-."
"Leah wasn't steering you blind, Swan, you're mine."
The heavy weight of promise hangs in the air with his words. His… the very idea seems ridiculous.
"But you hate me?" The words slip from my mouth in confusion.
"Or have I been fighting against your insecurities? You could barely stand the very thought of that leech and now you say his name like it's no big deal. I've been there for you in every way you needed from me, since the moment I found you in a puddle on the forest floor. You are mine Isabella Swan."
With a single hand wrapped gently around the base of my throat, he claims my breath.
"Mine." He says once more before claiming my lips with his own. His hips push into my own, pinning me against the counter.
"Mine." Paul says, before lifting me and carrying me to his bed.
AN: I've marked it as complete for now... but I guess let me know if you want more? I've market it M incase I decide to add another chapter