A/N: big old smut warning for the first part of this ;) but stick around for the end...

I woke up from our nap hot and agitated. I looked down at Rachel, all curled up with her fists tucked under her chin, knees bent and head resting on my stomach. Her body was naked, blanket tossed to the floor, as my body heat seemed to be more than enough for us both.

I held my breath as I slid out from under her and pressed a soft kiss to her temple. She immediately shivered in my absence, so I lovingly tucked her in after retrieving the blanket from the floor. She sighed, pulling my pillow to her body and hugging it tightly.

"I love you," I breathed, knowing full well she couldn't hear me, but it felt so good and natural to say it. Because I did.

I slipped a pair of basketball shorts on before padding out to the living room. It was still early, nearly 6pm and although I was hungry, nothing in the fridge held my interest. I flopped down on the couch, pulling the remote out from under my ass as I did.

Almost an hour later, Rachel appeared from down the hall. She sauntered toward me, her hair wild and tangled, her body barely covered by one of my wife beaters. The large armholes left most of the side of her breast exposed. Mmm. The length hit her just below the hip and I found it interesting that out of all my shirts, she chose that one, considering it showed more than it covered. That could only mean one thing.

She wanted me. Or at the very least, she wanted my attention.

Me, being me, and never one to do what was expected of me, I kept my attention mostly on the tv, which she was now standing in front of. "I'm hungry."

My cock began to get hard when those words left her lips. I glanced up at her and smirked. "I got something for you."

She laughed. She laughed in a way that made me think she really didn't want to, that she would rather pretend to be angry with me for such a suggestive comment, but it's me and she had grown to expect it.

I kept flipping through the channels until I found a boxing match that had me craning my neck to see the tv, even when she wouldn't move. "Can we order some food?"

"Later," I replied distractedly.

She huffed when I paid her no attention, but she refused to move away from the tv. I patted the space beside me on the couch and nodded my head in the same direction. "Come here."

She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted in the cutest fucking way. I smiled devilishly when I noticed that her arms were doing nothing more than reveal her magnificent cleavage as it bulged out from the low neckline of my beater. She noticed that my gaze had lowered and her eyes drifted to my distraction, causing her to feebly attempt to adjust the flimsy garment over her body. When she yanked the front up to cover her breasts, the bottom hem inched up too, revealing a serious lack of underwear.

Oh fuck yeah.

She smirked when I spread my legs open and patted my lap suggestively. "Come here," I practically begged. She shook her head. "Please?" I offered sweetly.

She dropped her shoulders and rolled her eyes. Bingo. I sighed when she walked all the way around the coffee table to kneel beside me instead of straddling my lap. I stretched my arm over the back of the couch and waited for her next move.

When all she did was stare at me, I returned my attention to the boxing match. I could see her out of the corner of my eye, those gears turning in her head as she planned what to do next. I heard her sigh softly as leaned in close to me. I slid my hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to mine.

She braced one hand on the back of the couch, the other on the arm, and the fact that she wasn't fully pressed against me wasn't going unnoticed. I broke the kiss off quickly, urging her to rest her head on my chest. She chose to go lower, finally settling on my stomach and achingly close to my now semi-hard cock.

When she slipped her arm behind my back and curled on her side, I held back a groan. I slouched back a little and turned my head to get a nice view of her bare ass peeking out from under the confines of my beater. I let my hand drift to her hip all smooth and soft under my rough palm.

She tightened her grip around my waist as my hand began smoothing circles over her hip and the soft swell of her ass. I kept my eyes trained on the tv, even calling out small cheers for the boxer I had decided to root for. Truth was, I no longer gave a fuck who won, but it was fun to pretend to be distracted.

My left hand found her silky black hair and it begged to be played with. She sighed when I pulled my right hand from her hip and began to use both hands to gather her hair up and pull gently. I could feel her fingers twisting in my shorts, yanking gently.

I felt my dick harden as her breathing sped up and I knew exactly what running my fingers through her hair would do. I brought a handful of silky strands to my nose and inhaled deeply. The sweet scent of coconut filled my nostrils as my right hand returned to her hip.

I slid my hand down to her ass, patting her gently. She gasped when the tip of my middle finger brushed over the warmth trapped between her thighs. I pushed my head back against the couch to spy her sweet pink lips peeking out from below her ass cheeks. When she arched her back, I could see they were swollen and silky wet from her arousal. Oh that's what the fuck I'm talking about.

I had to pull my hand away to keep from plunging a finger inside. No, this needed a little finesse. She wanted to tease me? I'm a master of the art. Don't fuck with me like that, Pretty Girl. I smirked when I twisted her hair around my hand and she squeezed my hip.

When I brought my hand back to rest on her ass, she arched her back, practically forcing her wetness into my hand. I began rubbing circles again and with each pass, I drifted closer to my prize.

I smiled when I thought about our games. I'd been with plenty of girls who came right out and told me what they wanted, but there was something about being with someone who let their body and their reactions lead my way. It was so intoxicating the way she pretended to be so innocent, even when I knew better. I'd never been with anyone so responsive, so wet, so sweet to the taste. She was literal perfection and she was all mine.

She gasped when I let my fingers slide up and down her wetness, not dipping inside, just flirting with those lips that begged my fingers for entrance. In true Rachel style, she shocked me by slipping a finger into the waistband of my shorts and pulling them down just enough to reveal the head of my dick.

My stomach tensed when I felt her warm breath fan over the incredibly sensitive skin of my arousal. My head fell back against the back of the couch as I waited for that sweet mouth of hers envelope me. But the joke was on me, because she didn't. She tilted her hips back, pushing me closer to her incredible need.

So that's your game? I smirked when I realized that she was basically offering to lick me once I gave her my fingers. Hmmmm. What to do? I let go of my hold on her hair, so I could slide my shorts down further, allowing them to pool around my ankles.

Was it being overly anxious on my part? Fuck yes. Did I really care? Fuck no.

With my dick fully exposed, achingly hard, and twitching at the idea of being sucked, I waited impatiently for her next move. My stomach tensed when she kissed the tip ever so softly. When my hips bucked up toward her mouth, I felt her smile against my stomach. Dammit.

She wasn't falling for it. She knew what she wanted and all I had to do was give it to her and I would get what I truly wanted. I returned my left hand to her hair and resisted the urge to guide her where I wanted her mouth to go.

My eyes went wide when she casually raised up on all fours, turned to me and smiled. "I think I'm gonna go make me some food."

In a desperate move, I gripped the back of her head and angled my face under hers. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, smoothing over hers, applying pressure and revealing my incredible need. I kissed her roughly and held her face to mine as my other hand slid over the dip in her lower back, grazed her supple ass, and came to rest on those puffy lips of hers.

She gasped in my mouth when I let my middle finger plunge deep inside her. I pulled her closer, needing to go deeper, aching to find that one spot that would make her see stars. She threw her head back when I found it and I watched as her body started to quake.

I bit down on my lower lip when her hips started thrusting forward. The sight of her on all fours beside me had me aching to get behind her. Absently, my left hand drifted to my arousal which was twitching for attention. The moment I wrapped my fingers around it, I felt her lips on me and I had to hold on for dear life.

It was nearly impossible to keep my ministrations consistent because that sweet mouth of hers had me in a frenzy. It didn't take either one of us very long to get there. All that teasing had us both wound so tight that our climaxes were only moments away.

It pushed me over the edge just feeling the way her silky walls clenched my finger so tightly. We both shook so hard and I laughed as I gathered her in my arms. "What's so funny?" she gasped, her body still convulsing slightly as I pulled her to my chest.

I smirked down at her and licked my lips. I pushed that sexy mess of hair away from her face and squeezed her tighter. "I just can't get over how perfect you are for me...how good you make me feel...how much you challenge me. I love you, Rachel Black. I'm so fucking in love with you it hurts."

She blinked quickly, holding back tears that made me love her even more.

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"Hey, baby," I whispered softly, reaching over to smooth Rachel's hair with my free hand. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, keeping her focus on the scenery as it flew by. Her shoulders were shaking and I could hear her soft sniffles. She was crying. It was something she promised me she wouldn't do. I didn't tell her she couldn't cry, I never would, but she knew it would be hard to stop once she started.

I found a parking space quickly and put the Bronco in park. "Hey," I breathed, pulling on her arm and urging her to face me.

She turned slowly, her gaze not meeting mine. I sighed, hating how hard this was for both of us. I climbed out of the driver's seat to walk around and meet her. She fell into my arms and let the tears flow. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed.

I held her tightly and I poured all my love into that hug. "It's so hard for me to let you go."

I never wanted to let go, but we had waited til the last moment to leave and I didn't want her to miss her train. "We should go," I softly urged.

Wordlessly, she nodded and followed me to get her luggage from the hatch. I carried her bags for her and I smiled when she linked her arms with mine. I waited for her to say something. Out of desperation, I blurted, "What if I quit school? I could get my GED. We could get our own place and I could work..."

"Paul..." she argued softly, leaning into my shoulder.

"Baby, we could do it..."

She stopped walking and let go of my arm. She walked around to face me but I couldn't look at her. She began, "I really love that you would give everything up for me, but..."

I dropped her bags and scowled. "What the fuck the would I even be giving up? My dad? My best friend, Jared, who won't talk to me anymore? My job? I can get another one!"

She raised her hands to my face, calming me like only she could. I lowered my forehead to hers and tried to control my breathing. "I just want us to be together. Rachel. It's so much harder to leave you this time."

She nodded slowly and blinked back more tears. "It's harder now because we love each other so much," she explained. "I love you so much."

I pulled her to my chest and swung her around in circles. She held me so tightly and I breathed in her sweet coconut scent one more time. When I finally released her, I smirked. "I guess we could have had sex after all."

She scoffed and punched me lightly. "Oh now you tell me!"

I slid my hand behind her head and kissed her fiercely. She whimpered into my mouth and I committed every second to memory. We broke it off slowly and I peered down at her.

"This will be the last time we ever have to say goodbye to each other. The very last time. When you see me next time, I'll be your girl forever. Okay?"

I gripped the sides of her neck passionately and kissed her again. "That is music to my ears, baby."

"I need to go, Paul. I can't miss this train."

I gathered her bags up again and walked her to the ticket booth. "I should drive you. This is so stupid, Rachel. Let me take you to Seattle."

She took her ticket and pushed me to where we needed to wait. "I'm taking the train, Paul. And right now I need you to say goodbye and walk away from me. Because I don't know if I can."

I nodded quickly, kissed her cheek and whispered, "Bye," into her ear.

I turned on my heel, going back the way I came. "Paul!"

I whirled around quickly and pulled Rachel into my arms. She kissed me until the last possible second. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

She giggled at me and waved goodbye. I watched her board that train and an awful feeling crept over me. I trudged back to the Bronco and drove back to La Push.

As I got closer to home, my anger started to build. I wasn't mad at Rachel. I loved her. But I was mad. Mad that there was too much of an age difference between us, pissed off that I didn't have a real friend to bitch to, furious that life sucked and Rachel was the only one who could make it better.

After staring at my ceiling for over an hour and holding one of Rachel's shirts in my hand, I still felt like shit. "Paul?"

Oh fuck.

I could hear my drunk father stumbling down the hallway. I could hear him asking where my little girlfriend was. And then I couldn't hear anything.

Pure hatred in the form of blazing heat was radiating off my body as I pushed past my father and ran out the back door. I ran for the trees, just needing to get far away from my father and this sad life I had without Rachel.

I ran until I couldn't run anymore. I gasped for every breath and leaned over with my hands on my knees, no longer able to hold up my own weight. I could hear my father's voice and I tried to block it out.

The heat kept building in my back, burning my skin until I screamed out in pain. I must have passed out. Or maybe I was dead. I felt weird.

"Paul?"

"Jared?"

I could hear him but I couldn't see him.

"Help me. Jared...what the fuck is wrong with me?"

"Sam? It happened. We have to help him."

I rolled around on the forest floor, my eyes squeezed shut, the pain was unbearable.

Suddenly I heard twigs snapping and waves lapping and heartbeats? What the hell was this?

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For hours I listened to Jared and Sam explain everything to me. I'm a wolf. I'm a fucking wolf. It was all so much to comprehend. Some of it seemed pretty cool. It was like being a superhero, heightened senses, superhuman strength, the ability to heal quickly. Nothing could hurt me.

"Don't forget about the imprint."

"Jared! Don't get him upset again," Sam scolded. "He needs to phase back."

"How do I do that?"

"Think about something that makes you feel really good and calm. Focus on that and nothing else," Sam instructed.

Thoughts of Rachel flooded my mind. I could see her, feel her, smell her. I tried to picture her soft little hands on my face and how she calmed me.

I opened my eyes to see Jared and Sam standing over me. "Did I do it?"

They both nodded and glanced away. "Oh fuck. Why am I naked?" I covered myself with my hands and Jared shoved a pair of shorts at me. I slipped them on quickly, taking peek at my junk in the process. "Why am I so much bigger? Rachel's gonna shit!"

Jared and Sam laughed at me. "We have a lot more to explain to you, Paul. Let's go."

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A/N: please leave a comment...you'll make my day and I won't be so worried that you guys think I'm a freak for writing all this smut lol