Power Of the Imprint

"Climb on babe, you're on top"

I froze. There were multiple things wrong with that statement the first being 'climb on' the second being 'you're on top'.

I looked down at Paul lying naked on the grass in the middle of this god forsaken forest. It wasn't a normal scene really, two naked people in the middle of nowhere or maybe in La Push it was becoming more normal than socially acceptable for naked people to be running around.

His dark eyebrows furrowed and he sat up his gazed locked on me "what's wrong?" his tone was dark and accusing he was ready to blame someone or something for upsetting me before I had even spoke.

This wasn't like me, I'd never stand in front of anyone naked but low and behold here I was doing just that. I guess Paul was the lucky one. I wouldn't have batted an eyelid at being with Paul like this but something wasn't right, and it demanded that I listen to it. I loved Paul with everything I had everything except my body that is.

He shot up to standing, in one fluid movement and stood directly in front of me, his heat was infectious and I had to fight not to lean into him and sob my heart out instead of scream at him like I was planning on doing.

"What's wrong babe?" His large hand cupped the side of my face and tilted it back so my eyes met his. If I could feel and hear my heart pounding in my chest im sure his wolfy ears had no problem hearing It.

"Uh- nothing" uh nothing? What the fuck? It was obvious there was something wrong, I knew it and he knew it. Why was I lying?

I stepped back out of his personal space and away from his intoxicating heat, bent down quickly and swiped my clothes up off the ground and started getting dressed.

I hate doing anything in a rush, because the more you rush the more things usually go wrong so I try not to do that. I certainly didn't want to be putting my arm in the leg of my jeans or something like that, especially not in front of Paul, he'd just love that.

I could feel Paul coming closer to me as I yanked up my jeans.

"Seriously, don't fucking bullshit I can tell something wrong" My eyes snapped to his.

"Fine, you want to know? This-" I gestured between me and him and to the space surrounding us "this isn't working."

"What?" He started shaking and inched closer to me his voice was low and deadly. My hands started shaking slightly as I pulled my top over my head roughly, and backed away a little.

"You heard me, this isn't working" I met his gaze; I wasn't one to back down, probably why we were suited so perfectly, so perfect that in fact that it had to be defined.

By imprinting.

"Don't use that shaking bullshit on me Paul. You know and I know- shit everyone knows that you would never phase because of me or at least not in front of me"

His jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed as he snapped on his shorts.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on" I stood up straight flicked my hair and took a deep breath.

"I deserve better than this, I deserve better than a fuck in the forest for my first time. Our first time I don't care what your skanks used to like, but this" I had to take a breath to calm myself down before I carried on "- this is not what I do. I won't let you fuck me like a whore Paul, and I certainly won't let you fuck me at your command of "climb on"

Sometime during my rant I realised that my eyes had wandered to anything other than his, I looked up at him quickly to check his expression.

He was shocked.