Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 29, 2008 15:31:28 GMT -5
One of Paul’s dark eyebrows quirked, playfully as he saw Rachel’s eyes blatantly travel over his form. He crossed his arms across his chest as she did so in an attempt to discreetly flex the well-toned muscles of his physique. A flash of teeth showed as she returned her gaze to his face, raising one of her perfect eyebrows at him in return. He lifted head a little, clearly liking what he heard.
“Will we now?,” he smirked at her. “So you like what you see?”
His own eyes flicked over her, a soft, but nevertheless, hungry expression in his eyes - he was never any good at hiding what he was thinking. And right now, his thoughts were enough to make a decent girl blush, but then, that was her own fault for being so alluring. He frowned a little at her cooing at him, but the brief irritation was somehow replaced by the urge to laugh at her tone.
“Well, there’s a lot to be said for older women,” he teased, his tone low and suggestive. He subconsciously closed the gap between the two of them, so that they were walking shoulder to shoulder - well, shoulder to torso. He looked down at her with a genuinely pleased look as she told him that he wasn’t so bad, it was pretty much a better compliment than he ever usually got. However, as she jokingly challenged him to prove himself, it twisted into a cunning smirk.
“Oh, you’ll see, Rachel Black, you’ll see,” the smirk broke into a grin as he realised the truth of his words. From that moment he would do everything he possibly could to prove himself to Rachel for the rest of their days together. Or at least he would try, destiny and soul mates and all that crap could only have so much effect, this was still Paul, after all.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Dec 29, 2008 17:33:13 GMT -5
Rachel couldn’t surpress the giggle that erupted at once. The tone he kept with her always seemed so mysterious and he had a magnetic quality. One she couldn’t describe even if you gave her a mind reading dictionary. Though she wanted to figure him out, it didn’t seem possible. And, the way he made her feel like a giggling pink loving princess made her sick to her core. Though this girl was considered sweet by her closest of friends, she wasn’t the type to giggle, blush, or any of that wishy washy girly stuff. After all, she was the one that would beat you in a basket ball match, not cheerlead.
“Your so sure of yourself,” she mocked. But the smile lingered. She looked up. Their height was something to talk about. And she had always been considered tall standing at 5’7” but Paul and the others, they were giants. She didn’t try to stop her mind from wandering and she pictured the look he gave her moments before. The shimmer of a clouded thought, that she finally believed she understood. Rachel caught herself and looked to the sand immediately. The thought sent blush to her tanned cheeks.
For a moment she thought about Sam and Emily. She wondered how they had been able to go through with their first kiss. Did Emily have to stand on a chair? Or, two chairs for that matter. Next to the wolf pack even in their human forms, everyone seemed to look like the lolly pop kids from Munchkin Land. Rachel had only seen Jacob in wolf form once, and that was from a distance. She even remembered the reason, Jake was always complaining about needing clothes that wouldn’t bust at the seams. Luckily as mother of the house hold Rachel had learned to sew at a young age.
The thought stopped her in her tracks, and she bit her lip trying to force the mental picture down. But, it wouldn’t budge. She looked over at him- which was a wrong move - that only assisted her imagination in its attempt to embarrass her. They hadn’t even gone out on a date, and she was picturing him naked! She never wanted to picture anyone naked, the male reproductive organs always looked funny in anatomy class. She could feel her nerves, they were cracking. “So what do you do when your naked?” she blurted out. She was loosing her cool. With a deep breath she re worded before he had a chance to answer.
“I mean, do you have clothes stashed in logs somewhere?” Rachel kept her eyes to the path before them now. She laughed calmly, refusing to be humiliated, especially by herself. The cold rain was making her shiver slightly and she looped her arm with his in hopes to keep warm. “You don’t mind do you?” she asked more gentle than with any of the interrogating she had been doing before.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
Posts: 50
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Jan 2, 2009 22:29:31 GMT -5
Paul’s face was almost beginning to ache with the amount of time he had spent smiling whilst walking with Rachel Black. He hadn’t smiled that much for a very long time, and though smiling used less muscles than frowning, his frown muscles were much better developed. That didn’t stop him though, he loved the way she could ignite his smiles, he loved that she was still there, he just… words weren’t enough. He smirked down at her as she accused him of being sure of himself, because it was true and he saw that she liked it. Or at least it looked like she liked it, and he was a simple enough guy that trusted the appearance.
“You betcha,” he flashed his teeth to her in an attempt at a dashing smile, which really stood out against his dark skin and accompanied it with a cheesy wink. As his eyes made their way back up Rachel’s body and met her face he paused upon her rosy cheeks. They were certainly rosier than when he had looked her down, had he made her uncomfortable? His dark eyes flicked to hers and he sighed an internal sigh of relief as he realised that she didn’t look uncomfortable or angry, though he did wonder what on earth she was thinking as her expression did something that he didn’t understand.
There was a brief half beat of silence of surprise after Rachel’s blurted question, in which Paul’s eyes widened considerably, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead, and which was finally broken by a loud laugh. He had the decency to allow her to rephrase her question, though he certainly wasn’t going to let her take back her words. He ended on a chuckle, his eyes now crinkled in amusement.
“Wow, Rach, to address your first question…” he grinned at her in a smug manner. “I have to say anything I do clothed I can do naked as well - which may well end up happening if I destroy anymore…” He ended on a true tangent and with a shrug, bristling a little uncomfortably as he thought about stashing clothes in logs. The truth was that his phasing was more often than was comfortable, a result of temper, which annoyed him in itself. He now found that the idea almost frightened him as his eyes flicked down to the top of Rachel’s head. There was something else though. Usually his annoyance at the fact that he couldn’t control his phasing even as well as their newest pack member was enough to send angry, dangerous shivers down his spine. With Rachel there, though, he felt lighter.
“I’m not having some squirrel putting its nuts in my pants,” he quipped, his eyebrows now rising with the obvious double entendre. His heart swelled with unbidden joy as the girl put her arm through his and he smiled heatedly down at her again. “Not at all - in fact, if you’re cold, I can go one better…”
He lifted the arm that Rachel held and curled it over her shoulder, creating a warm scarf across the back of her neck and off her shoulder. He did think about putting it around her waist, but an unusually cautious side of him told him that would be too forward of him at this point. He half smiled at her, his eyes questioning whether she was comfortable with his proximity or not as their sides touched in the walking motion.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Jan 3, 2009 15:04:45 GMT -5
Rachel sucked at her teeth and rolled her eyes, knowing that he would hang onto her naked comment. She focused this time as if to mentally say the word without visualizing it. That task was unusually difficult. Instead she looked at him as he spoke. He was grinning, which reminded her a little of a boy on Christmas morning. Typical male. She was going to have to watch her words before she spoke them, which usually wasn’t an issue, but for some reason she felt like his presence slowed her witty mind.
She nodded, her brain disobeying her effort at focus. “I bet,” she winked up at him, her feeble attempt to keep control over the situation. Even though his massive form was seemingly taking over. He didn’t even look like he was trying, so why did she feel so…odd. Like she was putty in his large hands. The thought made her want to vomit, no one made her feel soft, vulnerable, but he was. And Rachel was fighting herself not to show it. She tightened the large jacket around her thin frame.
She was really going to have to change the direction in which the conversation was heading. Because truthfully there were enough mental pictures of Paul’s naked body to last three center folds. And they were plastered in her mind, her own self mocking her strength against the unusual reaction she had to him. It was like someone had injected her with female Viagra. Rachel shook her head.
She laughed at his comment on squirrels, thankful for the thought of something more comical than blush worthy. She smiled, “thanks, but, no copping a feel, alright?” she joked. Although he didn’t seem the type to mind his manners, she thought something was holding him back, just a little. She didn’t mind. After all, her brain wasn’t withholding much info, so it was easier if he didn’t test it. The warmth emiting from his body was welcome, but the proximity made her shoulders tingle. And every time her side brushed up against his she ignored the odd sensation. His scent was natural and clean like one of those soaps with nature names like Irish Spring, but the fragrance was his own. She wondered if it was some onknown cologne, and fought the urge to ask and sound like an oddball if it was his deodorant.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Jan 5, 2009 0:12:31 GMT -5
Paul nodded down at her with an overplayed confidence, which was, nevertheless, still real. He had never felt the need to feel inferior to anyone in his life and he certainly wasn’t going to start now - whenever he did feel threatened by another he tended to get angry, and since the transformation, that turned him into a massive wolf, and there was certainly nothing inferior about that. So, in all, being naked as a human didn’t phase him at all.
“How much?” he asked her, his voice thick with suggestion as she innocently told him that she ’bet’. He couldn’t keep the overblown tension up, though, and ended up bellowing out a short laugh. This whole thing, the whole meeting Rachel thing, was utterly ridiculous and he loved it! Such a relief, so right. His eyes softened as he gazed down at the top of her soaked head, betraying the fondness that he had begun to feel for her. The smirk returned, though, as he put his arm around her shoulder and received her jokey warning.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he told her, widening his eyes to unnatural proportions, though he suddenly had all sorts of unbidden thoughts and desires flitting across his mind. “I wouldn’t want to cross you, Rachel Black.”
However, as their walk continued he found himself following her stride much more closely, increasing the amount of time they spent in contact with each other so as to extend as much of his heat as he could over her. He hadn’t realised they were so far out and he wouldn’t forgive himself if Rachel so much as got the sniffles because of this.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Jan 5, 2009 11:43:41 GMT -5
“Hmm,” she said as she put on a thoughtful face, “At the moment I have no pockets, except for yours, and I don’t know what’s in those, so I have nothing to bet,” she mocked a sad pout. Rachel kept close to him, whether it was because she couldn’t fight the urge to or she was just plain cold, she couldn’t decide. She wouldn’t focus on it long enough. Although she didn’t need protecting, she felt safe so close to him. She assumed it was because he was part of her brothers…pack. She had to force the word out, it felt strange to even think of.
She laughed at his comment, it was such a line. She refused to bite. “You shouldn’t want to cross me,” she smiled up at him now innocently, “overgrown pup or not, I don’t need protecting, although if the heat turns off at the Black house I know who to call,” she joked. She looked forward again they had reached the back streets now. She was hoping that he might come in for a few minutes at least to get out of the rain. She could always make a bite to eat, although if he was anything like Jacob she was going to have to make a feast.
Rachel ran her hand over her face, pulling the wet stands back, she was grateful she hadn’t worn mascara or eye liner, she would have looked horrendous. But, it wasn’t really like her to wear make up any way, not unless she had somewhere special to go. Rachel wanted to use her time wisely, they were about 10 minutes from the house now that they were off the beach. She had forgotten how long she had been there before he showed.
“So are you always finding random girls on the beach to warm up?” she asked in a joke full tone. “Cause if I’m gonna’ have some teen Paul groupies giving me an attitude I deserve a warning.” She looked up at him now, “I hate drama, unless I’m making it.” She admitted with a smile much too innocent to follow what she had just said. She laughed. The young woman really didn’t like drama, although it was apparent it enjoyed following her around. After all what normal lady had a werewolf as a brother, and enjoyed flirting with giant space heaters?
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Jan 7, 2009 22:29:40 GMT -5
Paul shot a look at Rachel as she pouted at him, a look that was supposed to intimate her, but ended up smouldering with an emotion much more desirous. Surely she couldn’t expect to show the fullness of those pouty lips to him and expect him not to react like any other man? He reined it back, though, not wanting to freak her out with his eagerness. He forced his eyebrows to raise, to stop his the intensity of his gaze and made a friendly grin appear on his face.
“Oh yeah?” he shook his head and clapped her lightly on the arm that his own was slung around. “You got lucky this time, Black. Next time, you’re going to the cleaners.”
He laughed at her resistance to the easy lines that he threw in her direction, a loud braying sound that would soon drive Jacob crazy. He squeezed her shoulder slightly, automatically, moving his hand up and down her upper arm to try to spread the warmth that he was able to give her. He looked down at her and winked.
“Any time, darlin’,” he grinned, twisting his accent to adopt a southern twang. “Got enough heat here for a small family and their dog, more than enough for a tiny lady.”
He smirked at his tease, knowing that Rachel, although slender, was certainly not ’tiny’, it was just that everybody was tiny compared to himself and his brothers. He carefully shifted himself in ever so slight ways as she moved to run her hand over her face, arching himself away as her elbow came near, he didn’t want to hinder her in any way that he could help, though he knew that it wouldn’t take long for him to get on her bad side if they saw each other regularly. Which he genuinely hoped the would. His smile turned more intimate as she questioned him about his motives on the beach, whether he was picking up girls to warm up.
“Oh no,” he told her, his voice now low and gravely. “The groupies tend to go for the mutts of the pack - you seem to be something special, Rachierach. But if you’re wanting drama to create… I’m sure your brother’ll provide more than enough…”
Emo jerk.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Jan 8, 2009 22:41:39 GMT -5
Rachel kept her eyes on the street before them. Occasionally she would look up at him to catch a grin. That made her giggle, or at least force herself from letting the girly sound come out. It irked her how strange she felt. It was true that she had been rather lonely for a while. But she was use to being alone, it never bothered her before, actually sometimes she had even preferred it. So that wasn’t the answer, she racked her mind for an explanation but was caught off guard by the light clap on her arm.
Rachel looked over at the hand that had touched her. She was still amazed by the heat he gave off. After all Jacob was always really warm after the transformation, but they never really hugged, unless she did it to nag him. “I am huh?” she asked looking up at him once more. Her hands were cold and for a second she thought about holding his arm with it to warm it up, she thought better of it and stuck her hands in the pockets of the jacket instead. She hoped he didn’t mind. Or maybe he didn’t notice.
She smiled easily when he laughed. It was a much huskier laugh, a manly laugh in a way. Rachel looked up to see his face as he did the country tone, as if he was going to have a piece of straw hanging from his mouth like in the old Westerns. She would have reminded him she wasn’t ‘tiny’ but Rachel had to admit, next to him she was. She was in awe at the way he moved around her, he seemed more comfortable than anyone normally would around a stranger. Like he knew what movements she was going to make before she even did. Rachel contemplated why they’re movements didn’t conflict. He was the bone and she was the joint.
“Of course I’m special, have you seen me? I’m hot,” Rachel said sarcastically. Special? How was she special, yeah she knew she was a good looking girl, but that was about all he really knew about her. Unless Jacob had opened his trap and revealed her, leaving no rock unturned for Paul to figure out. She doubted it, after so many years she doubted Jake knew her all that well anymore. Rach huffed, “No thanks, I have enough on my plate,” she laughed.
“RachieRach, are we giving each other pet names?” She asked in a playful tone. “Little early aint it Pauly Bear,” Rachel said in an overly sweet tone. She laughed, and wrapped the arm closest to him around his waist, giving a little squeeze. It was a child’s hug, she looked up innocently and batted her eyelashes before laughing again.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Jan 27, 2009 20:18:20 GMT -5
As another giggles once more filtered through the air towards Paul another smile graced his lips. He loved that little tinkling sound, it made her seem cute, though by the wicked looks he had seen and her smart wit, he could tell it was not really her way. It was nice to see that he could bring that out of her. It made him feel special, it made him feel as though they were some kind of couple, that there was a connection. He suppressed a happy sigh, not wanting to cut into the fun banter that was passing between them. He nodded, looking incredibly self-satisfied at the whole situation. One, there was a next time mentioned, and two, he liked to think that he would prove himself to her. Somehow proving ones worth always turned into some kind of competition with Paul, though he could already tell that he somehow wouldn’t mind losing that much to Rachel.
“You better believe you are,” he told her, his voice low and smouldering, and yet transparently sincere as Rachel bragged about her hotness. He couldn’t deny and saw no reason to. His dark eyes caught hers and his smile softened though. “I’m sure you’re much more than that though…”
For some reason he didn’t want to girl thinking that he was just a lecher, perving over her appearance. He could already tell it was much more than that. From the first words they shared he knew that he would do anything he could to hear her speak again, anything to see that smile. It didn’t make sense, it really didn’t, it wasn’t like him to be so sentimental, which could only mean one thing. He knew there were no secrets that needed to be kept from imprintees, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk to her about that - he would probably be sick in his mouth. He looked down at her as she called him Pauly Bear and smirked at her, it turning into a grin that was far too delighted as she moved her arm around his waist.
“Getting a little forward, aren’t we?” he asked, his tone rife with suggestion. Before she could withdraw it though, he shifted his own large hand over hers, his fingers curling over it with enough room to spare to cover his large hip bone too. He shifted his other arm so that it encircled her own waist and put his other hand over the hand that she had thrust into the pocket of his jacket, his heat penetrating the thin material and warming it.
“You’re hands are like blocks of ice,” he told her, though his touchingly concerned look twisted into a smirk before a full second had passed. “And I am way tougher than a bear.”
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Rachel Black
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Post by Rachel Black on Feb 7, 2009 19:42:13 GMT -5
She couldn’t hold back the soft laugh that escaped her lips, he looked so proud and confident, and the nod was just cute. Rachel shook her head -like a dog- her hair sending large drops of water all around and some on Paul. It was an attempt to get the wimpy girlie thoughts out of her head. He was just a guy, no a kid. Did he have to be witty, sexy, and plain awesome, couldn’t her brothers friends all just be dorky kids?
She smiled innocently up at him, and batted her lashes before letting out another giggle. ‘Yuck! What is the deal?’ she mentally questioned herself, unaware she could act so…feminine. She grinned and winked when he admitted he thought she was hot. She wasn’t got to let the part of her that wanted to squeal in joy father than the edges of her brain. She was still looking up at him when he mentioned being sure of her attributes being not only the physical he could see. She gave a genuine smile, and turned her attention back on the road ahead of them.
She had loosened her quick squeeze around his waist even before he opened his mouth. “Oh,” she laughed, “you’ll know when I’m being forward, after all you know what they say, older women always know what they want,” she grinned and nudged him in the side. She inexplicably rested her head against his chest, as he mentioned her hand being like ice, it warmed her ear quite nicely, and it seemed the only logical thing to do when his hand was keeping both of hers warm. If she would have pulled away the heat would be gone. Not to mention that feeling of being safe and happy, ugh! It was irking her, but it felt better when she didn’t fight it.
“Yeah yeah yeah,” she joked. “Actions speak louder than words tough guy, for all I know you could be the wuss of the pack,” she laughed into his chest, and immediate tried to adjust herself so that she wasn’t all over him, wasn’t her style. The heat kept her close though.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Feb 11, 2009 17:08:35 GMT -5
Satisfied that all the mushy talk that needed to be done had now been executed with distinction, and was over with for at least the foreseeable future, Paul settled down to being his usual self. He could be flirtatious and not sentimental; he didn’t even know why he felt the need to be so honest with her. Well, he did, and that brought him back to that imprinting thing, which he wasn’t quite ready to admit. He did feel the impossibly perfect pull of her presence, he couldn’t deny that he would walk to the ends of the earth for her and find a way to make the world round whilst he was there, but that didn’t mean he wanted to admit it!
“I will, will I?” he commented, hungrily, as she promised him that he would know when she was being forward. He put a thoughtful look on his face and seemed to consider the proposition for a moment before finally opening his mouth to speak again. “I think I would like to see that, Rachel Black. It could be quite, quite interesting – a case study, if you would.”
He shut his mouth quickly as her next action surprised him, when she rested her head against his chest. The action made his heart swell and he doubted that he could quell the gushing feeling if he kept his mouth open. He loved her. What? Oh, of course. He maybe be able to stop himself from serenading her with any love song that popped into his head, but Paul’s resolution to appear as macho as he wanted to caved in a little. He found that his body automatically adjusted to accommodate for Rachel’s leaning, curving around her slightly, a perfect Rachel-shaped leaning space. He smiled down at her, gently this time, knowing that she couldn’t see it with her head inclined to the front. He was glad this had happened. It didn’t last long though, and as she spoke again a low, dangerous sounding growl sounded from the pits of his chest. He didn’t quite mean it to sound so intense, but Paul didn’t take challenge well from anyone.
“We’ll see about that,” he told her, his eyes narrowing at the challenge, though this was, for one freak occasion, a good natured response. “Come on then, I’ll prove it to you! What do you want me to do? I can beat your brother…”
He grinned at her, half joking, though he would happily accept any challenge that involved pounding on Jacob. That probably wasn’t a good thing, what with him being her brother and all; he would have to stop it if she didn’t like it, but he hoped that she would let him have a little fun occasionally.
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Rachel Black
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Post by Rachel Black on Feb 11, 2009 21:17:30 GMT -5
Rachelmaintained the perfectly joyful smile in response. She looked up at him just as she seen the thoughtful expression dominate his features. She wondered what he was thinking, and her own facial expression became one thick with confusion. The words that followed actually made her blink a few times. Taken aback for the first time in…well forever. Rachel wasn’t use to witty remarks being sent back to her just as quickly as she could dish them and it only added to the intrigue that lured her to him. The truest translation of a mouth to a flame burned in her chocolate brown eyes. The young woman was suddenly glad he couldn’t see her expression as her ear was being warmed by the heat of his chest through his soaked shirt. A light pink tint graced her caramel complexion.
She felt his body almost conform to her own, and at once the proximity caused a rush of emotions to explode from within her. She felt whole, full, like after eating a meal on Thanksgiving Day. Rachel had the sudden urge to curl op on the couch and revel in the warm sensation until her eyelids felt too heavy to keep open. Yeah, she had to be sick; after all she was a little light headed. Rachel was roused from her blanket of the warm fuzzy feeling that had been clouding her mind by the strange sound erupting from just beyond where the side of her face met his black t-shirt. She leaned away, and looked up at him her eyes widening a bit in surprise.
Rachel smiled wildly; she had almost forgotten he was only half human. His other half was something else entirely and it excited her. She could have sworn she felt her heart skip a beat. Was it odd that she wanted to see him change? She’d only seen her brother in wolf form once and it was awesome! She only wished she could be what he was. It had to literally be the only time she was envious of her baby brother.
She looked at him excitedly. Before laughing at the option that followed. She paused where she stood and nudged him with her elbow. The little brat did need to learn not to be such a love sick idiot over some leech licking unworthy female. The rug rat was too good for her. Rachel grinned. She knew what she wanted.
“I wanna’ see you change,” she said before making a confused expression. “That came out wrong!” she laughed, “I mean you know phase or whatever you guys call it,” she said still laughing at herself and shaking her head. “You know your seriously f*u*king with my ‘A’ game,” she smiled. It was true he made her feel soft. But that was impossible…she just met him. People you just met don’t have any affect on you, did they? Holy Crap! Did werewolves have emotion changing capabilities?! That would just be creepy.
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Paul Ketwa
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Mar 11, 2009 14:16:59 GMT -5
A puckish grin that was beginning to approach a smirk appeared on Paul’s face as Rachel’s slip of tongue tickled him. He shook his head a little, now smothering a laugh as he brushed his hand up her arm now, unconsciously trying to keep her warm in the chilly atmosphere. He leant close to the top of Rachel’s head.
“Oh, I’m sure you would,” he said, in a deeply suggestive manner, laughing again. She made him feel so good! He couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so much without having beat up one of the new wolves and watching them scrabble around as if they were on their last breath. That was quite funny. But this was just effortless laughter, and it made his heart soar to realise that she was just as enlivened as he by the chance meeting. As she continued on to what she actually meant, he allowed her to regain a little of the distance from him so that they could speak to each other properly. His smile hitched up in one corner as he thought of her request.
“I guess that’s kinda similar,” he told her, his teeth flashing under his grin. Of course he had no qualms in showing her what he truly was, he would show her and tell her everything he could, everything she asked of him… to the best of his ability anyway. He reached down now and took her hand, not even fully realising what he was doing, breaking them away from the paths and towards the woods. “You sure about this – I’m a lot scarier than your brother.”
He laughed a little, believing his words, but also not wanting to just sound like he picked on Jacob constantly – even if that was true too. His smile transformed once again into a smirk, his eyes smouldering even in the dull surroundings. “You’d better believe it… that’s ‘cause I’m… adorable.”
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Rachel Black
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Post by Rachel Black on Mar 15, 2009 9:15:11 GMT -5
Rachel laughed, she’d admitted she screwed up her wording at least he didn’t have to point it out that would have been embarrassing. But she could tell already he’d hang onto the words, luckily it took much more to make her feel stupid. Though she seemed to be doing a good job of that already now it was apparent she wanted to see him naked, and as a wolf. Rather needy, she smiled to herself at the joke made in her mind and looked up to face him as he spoke.
She rolled her eyes and giggled turning back to the path before them, and blinking her eyes to free her eyelashes from the heavy droplets. It was odd to feel so warm whilst being soaked by the falling Washington rain that usually chilled her to the bone. She smiled up at him, thankful for the heating blanket, but she had to wonder if it would be annoying during the summer months. She shook her head, ‘what would make me think either of us will still be around?’ she laughed inwardly.
Rachel smiled when he took her hand looking down at her fingers that were now hidden by his. Rather quickly, she hid the smirk she wasn’t about to tell some random teenage that he made her feel all gooey and warm. The thought alone was enough to make her sick, even without the feeling that she should tell him he was a sexy beast, quite literally. She looked to the trees than back at him and nodded. She all but bounced in her stationary position.
“Being a rather large package is not necessarily scary,” she joked before the confused expression returned. She bit her bottom lip suddenly thinking of Emily. No one had told her the true story about her, but she knew somewhere deep inside that the scars weren’t from a bear. After all when your boyfriend was a werewolf couldn’t he scare the crap out of Smokey and his forest friends? “When your in wolf…form, you can still think right? You won’t like cut me up or try to eat me?” she laughed. The sad thing was as silly as the questions sounded, it felt necessary to ask.
His eyes held such intensity that it almost made her shiver, her spine the consistency of jelly in his presence. “Hmm adorable, not necessarily what I’d call you, but whatever floats your boat Cassanova,” she joked. With her free hand she brushed away the hair that was beginning to stick to her face. Luckily the rain was slowing down, but not as much as she would have liked. Luckily she had a human heating pad by her side. She grinned in excitement bouncing a little on her heels.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Mar 24, 2009 8:47:55 GMT -5
A very superior, satisfied grin crossed Paul's face as he saw the fleeting smile appear on Rachel's own in response to him taking her hand. So she liked it, he surmised, had he already won her affection? He certainly hoped so, though he would never admit to her that he was watching her intently just to make sure that he didn't make her feel uncomfortable by his actions. That would be gooey, lovey dovey crap if ever he heard it. Yuk.
Happily, however, the rather excited looking nod and smile that Rachel gave telling him that she wasn't afraid to see him in wolf form. He had to admit that he was more psyched about showing the girl what he looked like as a wolf rather than afraid - for some reason it seemed that he was supposed to tell and show this girl simply everything about him. There was no need to keep secrets and he had absolutely no desire to. Well, maybe the whole imprinting thing, that was kind of creepy, especially now that he knew that the thing could occur between any two people indiscriminately. Still, he wouldn't lie about it, when she asked he would tell, but until then he would keep quiet. Not about the beast aspect of himself, though, that was something to be proud of! He flashed her his own grin, which quickly turned to a smirk.
"Yeah, I'm sure it's what we do with it that counts," he laughed at his own joke, but quickly turned serious as he noticed that Rachel's confusion was related to something a little more serious. He half smiled at her, suddenly looking a lot softer and when he spoke again his voice was filled with a genuineness that couldn't be faked. "Sure we do, otherwise we'd make some pretty shoddy 'protectors', wouldn't we? Don't worry, I would never hurt you, wolf or not.
Thankful that the serious bit was over without him messing it up too severely, Paul's mouth quirked up into a half smile and he bent his head lower so that he could speak into her ear. "And just what would you call me, Miss. Black, if not adorable?"
He continued to keep his dark eyes on the girl that he felt like he now intrinsically knew, despite having just met her, while he led her deeper into the forest, away from prying human eyes. He let go of her hand suddenly and jogged a few steps away, turning to face her once more. He caught the way that she bounced on her heels, and to his dismay he found it tragically adorable - she looked like a damp cartoon character. Without further instruction he whipped his t-shirt off over his head and kicked his trainers off. With a casual movement of his arm he tossed his shirt at Rachel and grinned at her devilishly.
"This is what you wanted, right?" he asked innocently while unbuttoning his jeans.
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