Twilight Imagines

29. T-Shirt (Paul Lahote)

(Published April 22, 2024)

   If anyone knew anything about Paul Lahote, it was that he was easy to pick on.  Most people ended up getting socked or growled at, but since I was his imprint, I got much better reactions.  Most of those reactions included lots of heated kisses or tickle torture that ended in kissing.  Since I enjoyed both of them, it meant I picked on him a LOT.  Probably more than I should.  He never complained, though, so I wasn't about to stop!  
   As sneakily as I could, I pulled open one of his dresser drawers.  Shirts were tossed carelessly about inside of it, making it difficult to see what he had.  Fortunately, I knew which one I was looking for.  After a bit of pawing, I found the soft grey material I had been in search of.  Pulling it free from the disaster, I closed the drawer and let the shirt fall open from it's wadded up state.  With a grin, I whipped off my own t-shirt and tugged his over my head.  I sighed happily as the softness of the shirt engulfed me. 
   Quietly creeping over to the doorway, I peeked in the mirror in the bathroom that was directly across the hall.  The shirt hung like a dress on me, especially since the pair of shorts I was wearing were completely hidden under it's long hem.  I grinned even wider, knowing that Paul was likely going to tickle me for this one.  
   "Jenny, are you coming?  Your show is on in five." 
   I gave a playful curtsy to the mirror before leaving the safety of his room.  I padded out to the living room where he was sprawled on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest in attempt to look self conscious.  As I wandered into his view, he shot me a greeting grin that quickly faded when he saw what I was wearing.  His eyes widened and his jaw dropped enough to be noticeable.  I gave him a soft smile, tilting my head in the way I did when I was trying to act innocent.  He got to his feet, a smirk replacing the shocked look as his brain kicked back in.  
   "Jennifer Maher, what do you think you're doing?" 
   I shrugged.  "I'm coming to watch reruns with you, like we planned." 
   "That's not what I meant." 
   He stopped only mere inches from me, his hands finding places on my hips.  I glanced up at his face, my smile growing as I saw the glint in his dark eyes.  I placed my own hands on his well built chest.  He tugged my body against his, leaning his head down towards mine.  
   "Why are you in my shirt?" 
   I tipped my head up to look at him.  "Because mine's not as comfy." 
   "It looked comfy to me.  I was going to nap on it." 
   "Too bad.  I'm in this one now." 
   His smirk grew.  "I could take it off for you." 
   "Oh, shush." I playfully smacked his shoulder.  "You're mind is so dirty!" 
   "Only when it comes to you," He whispered as his lips neared my ear.  
   A gentle kiss to the skin just behind my ear had my eyes fluttering closed.  He always knew how to get to me!  Slowly, his lips moved to my jaw, leaving a soft kiss there as well.  I let my hands move up to his neck, pulling him as close as I could.  He squeezed me back, tightening the hug.  His nose brushed my cheek as his lips followed to press the next kiss there.    
   "Why do you drive me crazy on purpose?" He murmured against my skin.  
   "Maybe I like the attention." 
   "You always have my attention, babe." 
   "Not always.  You get pretty focused on those vampires, too," I teased.  
   "That's just the wolf side of me.  The human side is always focused on you." 
   "Well, maybe I want all of you sometimes." 
   I pulled back, giving him a small smirk.  He simply chuckled.  
   "Trust me, Jenny, you don't want to see my wolf side." 
   "That's what you think," I countered.  
   The most human sounding growl I had ever heard escaped his lips.  I gave him an unimpressed look, which made him laugh again.  
   "C'mon, we're missing your show," 
   "Can I be completely honest?" 
   "You know you can." 
   I bit my lip with a small scrunch of my nose.  "I don't want to watch it.  I hated the episode they're playing today.  That's part of the reason I put your shirt on." 
   "Only part?" He prompted.  
   "The other part was to see how you'd react." 
   "And?" 
   "I'd have to say, it's a bit of a disappointment!" 
   "Oh?" 
   "Yeah.  One hug and three little kisses, not even on my lips.  I had at least expected tickles," I teased him.  
   This time, his growl was a lot deeper and set off butterflies in my stomach.  He whipped me up into his arms, holding me bridal style as he walked over and deposited me on the couch.  He perched over top of me, his smirk spread wide over his face.  
   "You do know you asked for this," He clarified. 
   "Asked for what?" I asked with a giggle.  
   And with that, his fingers found my sides and started their tickle torture.  I squirmed and wiggled, though I knew any escape was impossible.  He laughed with me, clearly enjoying the payback for my teasing.  Finally, when he had had enough and knew that I needed a chance to breathe, his hands stilled on my hips.  I gasped for air, wiping the tears from my eyes.  He chuckled deeply again before pressing a kiss to my forehead.  
   "Satisfied?" He murmured.  
   "No!  I still haven't gotten a proper kiss," I grinned cutely up at him.  
   "You're so demanding!" 
   His lips fell on my own, attacking them with as much energy as his tickles had.  I kissed back, letting my fingers find their way into his thick hair.  His lips wasted no time in forcing mine open so he could deepen the kiss.  My tongue met his without hesitation.  His moved around mine, though, deciding to explore my mouth instead.  I sighed contentedly against his lips, finally receiving the reaction I had hoped for.  
   As his tongue retreated, his lips started their dance with mine again.  I kissed him hungrily, hoping to drag out the make out session.  Once or twice I could feel him smile into the kiss, clearly not upset about having to kiss me in the least.  After a good long time, he tore himself away.  
   "Now I'm satisfied," I whispered.  
   He laughed softly, his dark eyes gazing into my own.  "Are you now?" 
   "Mhm." 
   "I love you so much." 
   "I love you back, Lahote."