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 20, 2009 19:17:32 GMT -5
(Two years post-Breaking Dawn)
Paul glared at his mother once more as she fussed around his tall form, like a clucking chicken. He supposed he couldn’t blame her for being excited, and so he bit his tongue, a feat that he could now do successfully (most of the time) and one that could be entirely credited to his lovely girlfriend and soulmate, Rachel Black. His mother pulled down on his brawny, tattooed forearm, trying to get him to bow to her level. Once he did so, she stood on her tiptoes to smooth down the slight quiff that adorned the top of his head. That was two hours of careful styling down the drain. Oh well, it wasn’t like he usually went in for the metro-sexual way, he had really spent his time in the bathroom to calm his quivering nerves.
“Thanks, Mom,” he said, gruffly, instantly resuming his tall form and pacing over to the front door. The short, well-built middle aged woman turned to her son with a glare worthy of his worst. She placed her hands on her wobbling hips and stalked forward.
“Paul Lavelle Ketwa, if you think you are leaving this house without giving your old mother a hug, you are sorely mistaken.” Paul stopped, turning to look at the oncoming storm, his cheeks turning a vague red. She was the only woman that could successfully work him up to a blush, for which he was quite thankful; it didn’t quite go with his image to blush like a schoolgirl. He tilted his head in assent and put a large hot hand on her shoulder. He made no attempt to hide his sigh as he felt her shoulders start to shake and a small wet patch begin to spread on his shirt.
“My son!” the woman wept, her stubby fingers crumpling his clothes. “I thought I would never get to plan a wedding! My son!”
Paul gently prised her from his form and held her at his immense arm length. He shot her a smile that was not commonly seen upon his face, one that tried to be confident, but which was not entirely sure of it. “It’s not set in stone yet, Mom. She might say no… and I don’t think Rach is too into the fairytale scene, so don’t get your hopes up.”
With no more grace than that, he turned his back on the weeping Native American woman and left the house, his long strides eating up the distance to First Beach. He took deep breaths as he walked, thankful that his hot system quickly dried the obvious wet patch on his blue, button down shirt. It had taken him a long time, and many of his pack brothers knew that the answer was pretty much a foregone conclusion, but that didn’t change the fact that it was nerve wrecking to think of asking the girl he loved to marry him. Paul and Rachel had a somewhat unusual relationship as Shapeshifter and Imprintee, and he knew it, they fought and they bickered to varying degrees, but they always made up by the end of the argument. Stubbornness was a characteristic of both of them, no mystical alignment of whatever was going to change that. There was no telling what her response would be, as far as he was concerned, which was part of the reason that he had taken such an age to pluck up the courage to do it.
As far as he was aware, as a pretty unobservant male, he had done everything right. He had phoned her up and told her to meet him at First Beach, he had told his family what to expect, which did wonders to mend all the broken bridges, though he hadn’t asked Billy’s permission – he would just say ‘no’. He had clothed himself in an unusual manner, for him, in black trousers and a button down shirt, he had thought about wearing a blazer as well, but the heat would have been unbearable, so he just carried it. Once at the beach he would walk her to the spot that they first met and then he would present her with the ring.
He looked up, suddenly aware of the roar of the sea nearby and surprised himself in discovering that he had already made the journey to First Beach, to the meeting place. He took a deep breath and waited, remaining stood as he waited for his girlfriend to join him.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Jan 22, 2009 10:22:55 GMT -5
Rachel fumbled with the clothes that hung in her tiny closet. She really needed to buy more ‘going out’ outfits. T-shirts and jeans were her usual gear, and sometimes sweatpants when it was cold enough. But, right now she was looking for something in particular. The dress that Kat had made her buy on last week’s shopping trip. If she would have followed her plans to rearrange her wardrobe she wouldn’t have had to be tossing clothes around the room, in search of a single dress. Instead they had winded up at a weaponry gala, playing with swords. Rachel smiled at the sight of the baby blue fabric, and took a deep breath as she removed it from the confines of the closet to lay it on the bed.
It was her favorite color, the same one the North Carolina Tar Heels wore. That would have been her school of choice if it weren’t for the scholarships Washington State had awarded her. Rachel placed the blue dress in front her fluffy white towel and stared at the reflection looking back at her. She bit her bottom lip remembering Paul telling her to wear something proper and meet him by the beach. The memory of his voice soothed her nerves, but sent a prickle of anxious energy right back into her veins. Why on earth did she have to dress nice to go to the beach? They never did before. Maybe Kat was right…maybe he was getting bored of her, if that was the case than she was in desperate need of another shopping trip.
‘Not like he can really break up with me.’ Rachel told herself. Katalina had gotten her mind into a frenzy at their last conversation. In a way she envied her friend, she was girly in many ways, but not so girly in many other aspects. ‘And if he wanted me to dress different and act different he would have said something, right?’ she asked herself. Rachel shook her head and the towel fell to the floor, her brown hair fell in thick damp strands onto her shoulders and back. She slipped the dress off of its hanger and yanked it on. She was almost surprised at how it looked on her. She looked good. But it felt way too tight she wondered what Kat had been thinking. “Way to leave things to the imagination,” she huffed as she looked at herself from different angles in the mirror. Up until this time dresses were hard to come by, and they were usually summer dresses which were much less fancy.
Rachel sighed and looked at the picture of her and Paul that clung to the corner of the mirror that hid most of the closet door. She smiled and slipped on the matching earrings and necklace. Yet again, another Katalina choice, Rachel would have definitely preferred her simple gold necklace and charm that read “taken.” She slipped on a pair of flip flops and placed the heels for the outfit under her arm before heading out the door and into her Kia. She was running a little late, she hated not being on time.
Rachel pulled out her lip gloss and gunned down the road. Once in the small lot in front of the beach she cut the engine and the lights. She threw open her door a smile gracing her features. She immediately had to wonder why she didn’t make Paul dress up more. “Hey Sexy!” she called before slamming the car door shut. She giggled at the memory of Kat telling her to be more lady-like, so much for that approach. She practically ran to him throwing her arms around his large frame. She couldn’t explain why she still got excited every time she seen him, she blamed in on being an imprintee. Even people in love forgot the feeling of the tingles that come with new romance. But, after two years she still got the fuzzy feeling.
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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 28, 2009 19:39:42 GMT -5
A small frown was just beginning to pucker Paul’s brow as he stood waiting for his girlfriend, but this time the scowl was one of nerves, not frustration or anger. He feared that she had been delayed, or at that she had decided today would be a good day to blow him off for one of her friends - not that she ever did that - or that maybe she had gone further down the beach for some reason. He wiped his clammy palms down the thighs of his black trousers and sucked in his breath, a small grin breaking his frown as he felt the crackle of the bag in his pocket. This was going to great… either that or she was going to go on a huff for the next few years. The anxious frown returned to his brow.
However, it wasn’t long before the incredible shadow of Rachel’s form become clearer and clearer, though remaining an elusive silhouette for the longest time with the rare and brilliant sun at her back. He grinned at her brilliantly, sweeping her up in his large arms to kiss her in greeting, allowing his face to linger near hers a little before straightening up. He pushed a strand of hair out of her face and smiled at her.
“Wow, your legs,” he commented, looking down admiringly. He loved Rach’s usually casual attitude towards clothing, it meant that he didn’t have to wait an hour every time they left the house, but wow, she stunned him. “I like…”
He shook his head a little and gave her a lovingly reprimanding look, if such a thing could exist. “Look at you distracting me. Come on.”
He took her hand and began to lead her off across the beach, his mind retaining the exact spot that he saw her sitting in the rain on that fateful day…
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Jan 28, 2009 20:15:19 GMT -5
Rachel laughed as she was swept up into his arms. She kissed back, and when their faces lingered eye to eye she giggled. She straightened up as he did, and smiled like a child as he brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. The nervous energy that had seemed to be pumping through her veins before quickly diminished at the sight of him. He was perfect, well perfect for her.
She laughed at his comment and looked down at her recently shaven legs. “I know, don’t see them in the light of day much do ya?” She wasn’t really one for skirts, but bathing suits and shorts in the summer helped to keep her legs from looking a different shade than the rest of her. She smiled when he said he liked it. She was going to have to remember to mix it up every so often.
“Aww,” she pouted playfully. “And here I thought you liked being distracted.” she laughed lacing her fingers through his. She followed him without question as she often did at first. The questions always seemed to find themselves later.
She looked around wondering why he seemed to be heading toward a specific location. The beach was beach, any where you sat you got the same view right. “So since when do I have to wear a dress to the beach?” she asked with a smile, but it lost it brilliance as she thought of what it might mean. “Do you want me to dress all fancy more?”
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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 4, 2009 22:22:40 GMT -5
Paul twisted his lips and ruefully shook his head, enjoying Rachel’s legs being the topic of conversation. Whilst he had the excuse, he allowed his eyes to rove unapologetically over the bared skin, his dark eyes hungry enough to make a decent girl blush. He glanced back up at her and laughed. Jibing “Oh, I’m not sure it’s the light of day they need to see…” he uttered, suggestively, his husky voice barely audible. He had to stop himself there, though. This was supposed to be light and romantic, the perfect moment that she could go scream to her friends about – not a scene from an adult movie. And then, just as his resolve solidified, she had to pout at him with those luscious come-hither lips. Usually that pout worked in two seconds flat, but not today! He gripped at her fingers, though not hard enough to cause her pain, and jogged lightly down the stretch of beach.
“I love to be distracted,” he told her, sincerely. “Especially by you, but not today! You’ll see!” He laughed a little and flashed her the most infuriating of secret grins – he just about tapped his nose.
He led her a little further down the beach to an unmistakable formation of boulders that had lain just behind the couple when they first met. On top of the flatter boulder, already there was a large hamper, which he had dropped off there earlier and wedged over it was an umbrella. Picnics didn’t usually work too well in this part of the world, so Paul had decided to make the effort. He hoped she appreciated it, it probably wouldn’t happen again for a very long time. As they approached the makeshift table, Paul presented the table and the area of fine pebbles that she should sit, charmingly laying a worn beach towel down where she should sit. He hadn’t considered that she might not want to get her clothes dirty.
“M’lady,” he said, simply, wondering if she would even recognise where they were.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Feb 9, 2009 22:07:45 GMT -5
Rachel smiled, her cheeks turning a light pink beneath her copper complexion. The look he gave her always managed to make her blush, his dark puckish eyes sending waves of heated temptation through her body. Damn it he was hot! She nudged him at the comment of it not being the light that needed to see her long legs. Their arguments were always intense, but the love making was just plain ridiculous. Rachel refused to call it sex, thought it made her sound like a two bit hooker. She bit her bottom lip. So much for making it till marriage.
She was caught off guard as he gripped her hand tighter and took off at a human paced jog. Her body hurled forward and she cussed at her heels. Whoever had created them sucked monkey balls! But, Paul seemed to like them and they made her but look nice, so they weren’t all bad. “Dude!” she exclaimed as her body heaved forward. She laughed wondering why on earth they were running, and why he was pulling her along in the worst possible shoes. With the free hand she pulled at the hem of her dress that was fighting to move up her legs.
Rachel shook her head at his secretive smile as she jogged by his side, wobbling a little every now and again. Her eyes narrowed as they reached a familiar location, the boulders singing out of a time that felt like yesterday. A time when her girly feelings first expressed themselves whether she wanted them to or not. Paul…was included in too many of her firsts, it almost made her feel dumb because of their small difference in age. She should have been the more experienced one, but she was learning. Late night HBO was a god send.
Rachel tilted her head, he had made a picnic? Paul…had done something romantic? It didn’t make sense, but at the moment she didn’t care. Her eyes were wide as she took in the fact the location actually was important. Her eyes searched for Paul, her fingers tightening around his own. “You remembered our spot,” she smiled. “Who knew you could be romantic, did I do something different last night?” she asked with a grin before sticking her tongue out playfully.
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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 16, 2009 22:16:40 GMT -5
At the cheeky nudge and the throwing about of suggestive looks, Paul couldn’t help but be drawn closer to his perfect woman. He was eager to get her to the scene of his surprise, he didn’t want to forget anything he had planned, but there was no resisting that girl. He stooped as he walked, using his free hand to direct her face up towards his and planted an infuriatingly chaste kiss upon her lips. Though his lips didn’t linger upon hers, his warm fingers did, they traced a brief line down her jaw, sliding all the way down her delicate neck and then returned to his side so that he could propel them along faster. His thoughts were being highly distracted by Rachel’s raw appeal, and he wanted her for so much more today.
He grinned and laughed his low, braying laugh as he heard Rachel’s exclamation and only then did he consider how her clothes may restrict her ability to gallop down the uneven beach in the manner that he was making them. “I thought you could handle this?” he teased, lightly. He let go of her hand and snaked the arm around her waist, gripping her to him and lifting her from the ground slightly so that they could move even quicker. These were going to be his last few weeks of being a werewolf, so he might as well use his extra abilities as much as he could while he had the opportunity to.
Inclining himself so that he could see Rachel’s reaction properly, Paul’s dark gaze bore into Rachel’s beautifully tanned face. He noticed the tilt of her head and his own shifted to mirror it as he took both her hands in his.
“Of course I did,” his voice unusually tender as he made efforts to put his plan into motion – he could be charming if he wanted to be! Ish. Rachel’s last comment knocked him for six, though, and the familiar hungry look appeared in his eyes as he leaned down to embrace her once more. Just a mere inch from her lips, his eyes still locked with hers, he pursed his lips and place yet another peck on her own lips, despite his body’s most fervent urges. He pulled back again and propelled her towards the stone bench. “I’m starving, come on, let’s eat.”
Okay, so he wasn’t too good at the suave, but he didn’t want to ruin all the preparation he had done for this sweet little picnic, it had taken him weeks of planning! He sat down on the little bench himself and began to remove an impossible amount of savoury cold food from the hamper – he’d get through it though.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Feb 20, 2009 0:45:19 GMT -5
She wouldn’t admit it to anyone but she loved the fact he was so powerful. It was an aphrodisiac that only he could use on her successfully, and he didn’t even know about the affect it had on her. She giggled as he placed her back down, her heels sinking instantly into the sand. She looked down at her hands that were cradled in his own and smiled. She wondered what he was up to, and why he’d gone through the trouble of doing something so sweet, it had been awhile.
When she looked up she seen the familiar look in his eyes, she bit her bottom lip. She knew that look too well, and what it lead to, though she wouldn’t mind being lead to that same place repeatedly for the rest of her life. She accepted the peck and laughed wondering why he was being such a …good boy. It was Paul though, and he wasn’t always the easiest guy to understand, but she learned to love that side of him too.
“Yes sir!” Rachel said to his command. She sat down and tried to adjust herself so as to sit like a lady despite the short, fitted dress. It was an instant reminder of why she never wore them. “I hate dresses,” she laughed, “remind me never to wear one again.” she said finally finding the perfect way to sit. “You didn’t see anything did you?” she asked slightly embarrassed as she looked down at the hem of her dress, tugging at it once more.
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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 23, 2009 21:25:22 GMT -5
As he watched Rachel bit on that bottom lip of hers, Paul all but caved into her, being so close, it was only his determination to get through this little plan of his without much distraction that saved him. He grinned at her, his eyes crinkling with amusement as she responded to his commanding tone. Rachel wasn’t often ordered around, especially not by him, but he liked the playful tone on her – then again, he liked everything about her, that should really not surprise him to much anymore. Despite trying to act like the gentleman, he couldn’t help allowing his dark eyes to scan over her ample legs as she sat, which almost drove him silly with desire. He forced it back, however, and sat beside her, his hand automatically reaching out for some of the savoury delights in the hamper.
“You’re stunning,” he told her honestly, though a mouthful of cold chicken. His eyes scanned down her form again, not liking that she was uncomfortable in what she was wearing. He reached out with the hand closest to her, placing it on her mid-thigh over the hem of her dress. “Nothing you couldn’t show your mother,” he told her, trying to sound reassuring.
He thought for a moment as he tore his way through a block of cheese and then choked out an ‘ah!’ Then he lifted his discarded jacket with his other hand, laying it over her legs in a smooth motion. He looked up at her triumphantly, clearly thinking that he had solved the problem. “There we go! Now you can sit as spread legged as you want!”
He guffawed and pulled more chicken towards him, pausing only as he realised that his beloved hadn’t touched a thing. He didn’t want to be rude, or anything. “Come on, eat!” Clearly he was quite eager for this course to be over as a small frown clouded his expression. “So… how was your day?”
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Mar 2, 2009 0:47:29 GMT -5
Rachel shook her head a bit as she laughed. Leave it to Paul to give her compliments with his mouth full, she looked up at him a grin on her face. “My mother gave birth to me silly she’s seen everything I have just less formed,” she laughed. Her eyes had followed his hand though and she smiled up at him innocently. “But thanks,” she said before sticking the tip of her tongue out at him. It was an odd habit, and a childish one at that, but it was a habit none the less.
Rachel reached into the basket and took out a block of cheese, she nibbled on it. Very unlike herself who was never afraid to eat in front of anyone, let alone Paul. But she couldn’t fight the feeling he was hiding something, and the butterflies from earlier hadn’t completely left their nest In the pocket of her stomach. She couldn’t hold back the fit of laughter as he covered her legs with his jacket. The face he had made was priceless, and the comment almost made her choke on the cube of cheddar. “You’d like that wouldn’t you,” she laughed.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before reaching for the chicken rather obediently. “Anything else your highness?” she asked with a grin. She had no idea exactly what he was up to, but she was too concerned to ask what it was, slightly relieved knowing he’d have to tell her at some point. That’s they way things seemed to go with the two of them, reluctantly one always had to give in, the hard part was making the victory.
“Meh, it was a day,” she admitted. “Nothing too eventful, the hospital was rather quiet except for this guy that came in from a hunting accident. Dude had a frickin huge branch pierced right through him,” she admitted with a smile. She loved the gruesome stuff, and so being a nurse usually in the ER was rather her cup of tea.
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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 11, 2009 15:11:35 GMT -5
Paul smiled as Rachel called him silly, explaining that her mother had seen everything and he kinked his brow, his mouth too full to say anything. However, the way that his expression darkened in a mischievous manner should have been enough to tell his girlfriend that his comment wasn’t altogether as naïve and innocent as it sounded. He grinned at her wickedly, swallowing down a stubborn bit of chicken and washing it down with some juice. He stroked his thumb down the small area of her thigh where he could reach as Rachel looked down and smiled at her appreciatively before leaning forward to kiss her childish gesture.
His dark eyes watched her carefully as she nibbled at the cheese in a mouse-like fashion, his own appetite quickly putting away the rest of the overly large savoury course. The closer Paul got to reaching the next layer of the little hamper, the more nervous and agitated he became, which manifested itself with a slight crease in the centre of his brow and a vibration of his left knee. He tried to keep it hidden though, he couldn’t give the game away yet, it had only been a few minutes and he didn’t want to start acting like a neurotic idiot – though, at this stage in their relationship, it probably wouldn’t surprise Rachel if he did.
“Mmm…” the satisfied sound rumbled through his throat, his dark eyes looking almost black as they focused on his girlfriend’s body in response to her assumption. Of course he would always like… his heart rate rose a few beats a second and he had to focus on calming himself down. Not today, or… well… hopefully today, but not yet. Still attempting the calming process, he could only smirk at her when she asked if there was anything else she could do for him and he ran a large hand through his short hair, trying to distract himself from carnal thoughts.
“Oh, wow…” he commented as she told him the story of the patient, his eyebrows raising a little, appreciating her tenacity in the workplace. “You really are the tough nut, aren’t you? Good job Jake wasn’t there, he’d’ve probably fainted…”
He snorted a little and put his left hand into the basket, sucking in his breath as he felt only a fold of linen. He sat back suddenly, his back now rigid, a very formal look on his face. Distancing himself from his girlfriend he swallowed and looked at her intently. “So, I guess, ‘cause you know I suck at all this…” he gestured at the picnic. “cra-uh-stuff, you’ve probably guessed that I wanted for us to… well talk… Is that okay?”
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Mar 15, 2009 11:28:12 GMT -5
Rachel looked surprised for a moment at the sinful expression he was making. She immediately averted her eyes from his. She silently hoped the whole speaking in minds in wolf form didn’t lead to anyone ever seeing what they did in their own ‘private time.’ Which was an instant reminder that she really needed to ask about that, the finger on her thigh all but made her squeal. “Paul!” she exclaimed followed quickly by a giggle. She kissed back before saying, “Next time you want to get frisky on a beach warn me, and let’s make that after hours,” she smirked and gave a little wink. He really did need to stop though she was already starting to get that too happy feeling.
She smiled before taking a big bite into the chicken. She sucked at her fingers, licking the barbecue sauce off the pointer finger before reaching for a napkin. Rachel licked at her fingertip and smiled suggestively before laughing, two could play this game. But the crease in his brown and the sudden vibration of his knee made her worry a little. This couldn’t be good, he looked…nervous, she couldn’t remember the last time he looked like that or if he ever had for that matter.
She ignored his odd behavior and chuckled at the mention of her brother fainting. “Oh come on he’s not a punk he’s just and schmuck,” she admitted. She loved her brother, but all of the choices he had made since hitting puberty were idiotic, selfish, and downright disgusting. How the heck did you imprint on a something that was half the species you were revolted by. If the kid would have kept his nose out of that pale girls butt he may have been having a normal relationship, instead his mother-in-law was a woman he once loved, and kissed. Rachel was suddenly a tad aggravated. But her boyfriend quickly stole her attention again as he often did.
Rachel examined his posture, trying desperately to understand his odd behavior. When he mentioned he wanted to talk she felt her heart sink. Looking up at him her eyes held a tint of worry, “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her brows furrowing, but not in anger, more so defense. “I mean yeah we can talk but you’re not breaking up with me are you?” she blurted out remembering her fears from earlier. “I mean cause I thought with imprint- I mean I thought maybe,” she took a deep breath, “never mind, what’s up?” she asked sitting up straight.
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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 29, 2009 13:18:12 GMT -5
A burst of laughter erupted from Paul’s chest at Rachel’s exclamation, though he ended with a raise of the eyebrow and a leering smile of his own. If she was offering after hours frolicking on the beach, who was he to deny her? He caught his lower lip between his teeth, one corner of his mouth perking upward as he considered what ‘after hours’ activity could entail. However, for once, there were more important things to think upon today. He wrinkled his nose and returned her wink, giving her a very cheesy expression that just oozed the fact that there was something he wasn’t telling her.
“You shouldn’t say such things to me, young Rachel,” he told her, his voice low. He leaned close to her and kissed the edge of her jaw, lingering there as he continued to speak in gravelly tones. “Anything you want to do after hours, I’m game for. You don’t even have to ask.”
He leaned back and watched her eat as he chewed down his own food. He appreciated the way that she wasn’t afraid of getting messed up by the sticky sauce that coated everything, and her sense of humour. Her glorious twists and kinks it had to it that matched his perfectly. He knew that he sometimes went too far for her, but she too managed to surprise him often as well. He licked his lips slowly in response, his own eyebrow raising before he too burst into his braying laugh.
He chuckled a little in response to Rachel’s retort about her brother, and though he started the line of conversation, he couldn’t put much gusto into it. Usually insults and mockery of Jacob Black flew freely from his lips without need of being tempered, but he was distracted now and his palms were getting unpleasantly sweaty. However, as he heard a new, defensive tone to her words, his attention snapped back to his beloved girlfriend and his dark eyes danced all over her once more, softening immediately.
“Rachie, no; no of course you didn’t do anything wrong – that’s my job,” he paused, his brow creasing, realising that this sounded like it was going down an ‘it’s not me, it’s you’ spiel – and he wasn’t even trying to break up with her! He placed a large hand under the flap of linen and pulled out a bag of taped up Haribo mixed shapes.
“Here,” he said, looking at her through thick lashes as his cheeks coloured slightly. He held out the bag and half smiled. “Took me frickin’ ages,” he told her as he eased the tape away from the top and shook the bag open in her hands. It contained only gummy rings and hearts. “And well, I was wondering, I know I’m not the best at understanding or explaining stuff, or the most attentive of wolves or any of that. But… Well… Rachel Black…”
He took a deep breath and stood up abruptly, only to get down on one knee as he deftly plucked a white and green gummy ring from the bag. He held the little gummy ring out and looked up at her with almost pleading eyes. “Will you… would you… could you bear to marry me?”
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Rachel Black
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Post by Rachel Black on Oct 19, 2009 18:17:30 GMT -5
Rachel was utterly confused. Paul seemed to have really thought things out, and It was a welcome change. She couldn’t help but wonder why though. It wasn’t like he was about to break some important news to her, that would be her job. Unless werewolves could sense fertility like dogs sniffed for drugs in suitcases. But she was positive that had she been pregnant, she would have to know it first, motherly instinct or something.
She couldn’t fight the surge of tingling flames that swam through her spinal cord. He always knew the way to turn her to jelly despite her hatred of appearing weak. She could be weak, and she was positive that Paul knew that, just as she knew he would never exploit it. She couldn’t explain why she had so much trust in him, but always blamed it on love making her blind.
Rachel felt at a loss as he seemed distracted. Usually if there was no television around, she was the only distraction. This too worried her. Her heart was stuck in the pit of her stomach as she seemed to be awaiting impending doom. She mentally braced herself sitting back, her posture near perfect as if her frame were expecting a blow. It was only a matter of moments; he was inching toward the words. She could feel it.
Her head tilted slightly as he held out a bag, she cupped her hands almost as if by reflex. As if her hands knew what to do before her mind had the chance to think. Was he… blushing? No way, she wasn’t able to look at him though as she was now drawn to the rubbery like shapes that rested in her hands. It was now she realized he was speaking, and she hoped she hadn’t missed anything important. Like the explanation for gummies.
Rachel Black? He never called her by her fist name, this was it… She practically winced but refused to close her eyes. His eyes held an emotion she wasn’t used to, but none the less they captivated her. Rachels expression changed to appear as if she were a deer in headlights, followed by a girlish giggle before she jumped to her knees and threw her arms around him. Words wouldn’t form but she kissed his cheek and practically squealed in his ear. Refusing all the while to let go.
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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 Oct 20, 2009 8:05:54 GMT -5
Paul had never been so scared in all his life. Not when he had transformed into a wolf for the first time, nor when he had fought his first vampire. He hadn’t thought he could possibly be so nervous and yet… He almost wished that he could just start some inane argument with her just to break the tension of the situation, but that would definitely be the wrong thing to do, even he knew that.
His eyes continued to scan his girlfriend’s face, alarm growing as he registered and recognised (for one of the few times in his life) the tension and apprehension of her body and face. She was going to say no – he hadn’t even asked her yet, not properly, but she was already gearing herself up to say no. Just as he let his shoulders cave in defeat, sure of his rejection, Rachel surprised him by emitting a small giggle and then before he knew it her arms were around him.
He hugged her back furiously, hoping that this reaction was that elusive ‘yes’, though she didn’t seem to be close to actually saying anything. It was only by virtue of his being a werewolf that kept him from folding under the intensity of the hugs he received and he laughed, a millions tons of pressure lifted off him as she squealed in his ear – kind of painful, but worth it, really.
“So… I’m not good at this kinda thing…” he murmured into her ear, clinging back at her with the same amount of intensity as she held him. “So is that a yes?”
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