Changes

~Three~

Sam----->

(Ash's Pov)

The guys left soon after Jake did, getting the hint that Sam and Paul needed to talk. So now I was up in my room unpacking, Emily making dinner, and Sam and Paul talking in the living room. These last few hours have really been weird. I left my abuse mom house, phased into a wolf, joined a pack, imprinted on the hothead of the pack, got my brother mad at me, moved in with my other brother, and now.... I'm just unpacking? It's kind of a normal way to end that crazy day I guess.

When I finished with unpacking I slipped my back under my bed and put my backpack by the desk that was in the room. I sat down on the soft bed and looked around. This was now my room. It was that big. There was a desk in the right hand corner, a closet on the left hand wall, a dresser across from the bed, and the bed in the middle of the room against the center wall. The walls themselves were painted a light green color and the floor was a dark wood. My bed sheets and comforter were white with a pale green design. My room wasn't that bad and I rather liked it. Sam's bedroom was on the first floor, down a hall past the kitchen and living room, with a bathroom connected to it and another bathroom across from his bedroom. I had a bathroom just outside my room.

His house was rather small for the whole pack to be in it, but it was a nice house. I zoned out as I thought about the house and didn't notice Paul leaning against the doorway and watching me until he spoke up. "Are you upset?" My eyes snapped up to Paul's.

"What?"

"Are you upset? That I'm your imprint I mean." I frowned and cocked my head to the side in confusion.

"Why would I be upset?"

"I'm not exactly the stable one in the pack." I simply shrugged.

"So, you have a short temper. Big deal. We can work on it." I told him before I laid back on my bed and looked up at the ceiling. It was painted a blackish blue in order to look like the sky outside and Sam even had put the stars and constellations in the right order.

"Yeah.... well my short temper's pretty bad." Paul said, still standing the doorway.

"Paul? Are you going to come in or are you just going to stand there all day?" I asked. I got no reply and only silence for a minute before I heard him walk in.

"What do you want?" Paul asked as he laid down beside me. I pulled my eyes away from the beautiful ceiling and towards Paul.

"Your my imprint Paul, just as I am yours. I don't care if you have some bad temper or anything." I told him as I laced my fingers with his. His eyes went down to our hands and a smile came onto his lips as he tighten our intertwined hands.

"So, you're saying you want to give this a shot. Us, I mean." His eyes met mine.

"Of course." I move to my side and look down at Paul, our faces were close and I could hear his breath catch. "We're imprints, Paul. We're meant to be together. I think we should give this a shot because who knows what would happen if we didn't. Plus... it's not like I don't already like you." I gave him a smile, which he returned. He reached up and tucked my black curls behind my ear. He leaned up and his lips met mine. His lips were soft and heavenly. My eyes fluttered closed as I deepen the kiss. I managed to have him open his mouth wide enough for my tongue to slip through. He groaned into my mouth as I ran my tongue against his. One hand rested on my waist as the other was in my hair. My hand was on his chest and the other was in his own black hair.

Paul pushed me onto the bed and moved his lips down to my neck. I moaned as he nip and sucked my neck. I knew he was leaving a mark that would either show tomorrow or heal right away. I still haven't understood the wolf healing thing. My hands moved up to Paul's tone shirt, feeling the hard muscles underneath. He was defiantly toned and fit. His hand went under my shirt, rubbing my stomach, before going further up. Just as his hands were about to near my chest someone cleared their throats by the doorway.

Paul and I separated ourselves quickly. Paul now stood to the side of the bed as I sat up. Of course the one person who had to be the one to interrupt was Sam. He had his arms crossed and giving Paul a hard look. "It's late, Paul." He said and in a warning tone. Paul blushed and nod.

"Uh... yeah... right, I should go." He stuttered before quickly walking out, obviously afraid of upsetting Sam. I had to admit though that boy could kiss. Plus he looked totally sexy with his hair a mess, and his clothes all ruffled. Plus his lips were a bit bruised, but I'm sure mine aren't any better.

"Ashley." I snapped out of my thoughts as I saw Sam looking at me. Oops I zoned out again.

"Sorry." I mumbled. "You're mad?" I asked. Sam rolled his eyes and came and sat beside me.

"I'm not mad, Ash. He's your imprint and you're his. Of course you two kissing is going to be expected, but I would rather you two wait to..." Sam blushed in embarrassment. "To do that kind of kissing when you aren't in my house, or our house, and you've dated for awhile." He said causing me to snort.

"You just didn't like that he had his hands on me."

"Ash." He whined. "I'm trying to be the big brother here." I giggled and rested my head on his shoulder.

"I know. I love you for that, but relax, I wasn't going to have sex with him." I didn't even have to look at Sam to know that he was beat red. "I was just... hoping for a little bit of touching, nothing more. Plus-

"Okay, you need to go to bed and I'm going to go stab pencils into my ears." Sam said as he stood up. I laughed.

"Sorry, but you're right. I should get some sleep. Night, Sammy." Sam sighed and looked back at me, from where he stood in the doorway.

"Night, Ash. Love you." I smiled.

"Love you too." I waited for him to leave before getting changed into my nightgown and slipping into bed. Now that was how you end a crazy day like today.