Unique

Collin usually went for the typical type - tiny enough that one of his hands could nearly wrap around her waist; flirty eyes, smirking lips. Cunning. They were sly, they were sexy, they were absolute fiends. They were the typical girls that every guy went after, that every guy got.

Okay. So maybe they weren't typical, maybe they were sluts. Not that all tiny things were that way, but the ones he tore after were. Most of the time Collin didn't want someone to last longer than the night. They'd have their fun, and the girl would walk - limp - away in the dead of night, his parents none the wiser.

This girl was most definately not typical.

She was unique.

He was reminded of Leah, despite the fact they neither looked nor acted anything alike. Maybe it was because they both had attitude and neither of them really seemed to want anything to do with him. It wasn't that either of them played hard to get...it was that he would actually have to try. Collin never really ever had to try.

He more or less always got what he wanted.

Her name was Laura, and when he had stumbled over to her at the beach, instead of "Hey, you" she had said, "You're blocking my sun, sexy."

The smirk on her face had sent cold shivers up his spine, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. God damn he wanted her so bad it hurt.

He had sat beside her on the sand, allowing an amused smile to flutter onto his face. "You're blocking my sand." He had joked back. She hadn't thought it was funny.

He had learned that day that her name was Laura, she loved dogs, kittens were okay, and she had a mixed heritage. He wished she had been even part Quileute because he wanted her to be his imprint.

It cut deep, liking her so much, so fast, and knowing that any day it could be ripped away from him. What hurt more, was knowing that he couldn't go further; he wouldn't hurt her. So Collin had joked, had told her meaningless things about him, and then had asked her on a date.

He was an idiot, he decided, as he stood by his car waiting for her. He was shuffling nervously, eyes darting around. His ears were focused on the hotel she was staying at, on her room, and he could hear her rushing around. She probably thought he'd leave.

She was only in La Push for a break from family, from life. In less than a month she'd be gone. He learned that on her first date, and thought perhaps it was better that way. She would leave, they wouldn't be in love, and no one would get hurt.

It was three weeks later, their fourteenth date, and it was fucking valentine's day. He had got her a necklace, a simple round amber stone on a gold chain. She loved it, and he loved how it matched her eyes. He'd always look out for her, he said.

Laura had laughed, because she was leaving next week. He wouldn't be able to watch her from so far away. He could see the hurt dancing in her eyes, and pushed the laughter away with a kiss.

She had moaned, and he had growled, pushing her back into the hotel room. She went willingly, allowing herself to fall onto the bed; to be ravished. Collin attacked her with a passionate frenzy, lips, teeth and tongue carressing everywhere he could reach, and sometimes, even where he couldn't.

Their bodies pulsed and throbbed together, rising and falling in perfect synch. They finished together, as they had started together, then collapsed side by side, weak and content. He murmured apologies for the bruises on her hips, and Laura told him that she sort of kinda liked them. He had laughed at that, reaching over the side of the bed to grab his pants.

Her hands stopped his, and that was the first time Collin actually spent a night with a woman; woman, because this Laura was so much more than a girl to him.

She left a week later, taking half of his heart with her.

As she climbed out of her car at the airport, she paused to listen to the mournful howls of a wolf, so close. Her eyes scanned the surrounding area, and she wondered what he was lost. Her fingers curled around the amber necklace as a wave of melancholy hit her.

She pulled her suitcase from the trunk of the rental, scanning the area once more. She wanted to stay but it wasn't her world. She didn't belong in a small town, in the middle of no where, with a man she hardly knew.

Laura took a deep breath to steady herself before turning and walking to the airport. She never told anyone that she cried.

ZZZ

AN: Well Laupup, I hope you enjoy. Not the best, kinda sad, but Laulau got some smexings, even if they weren't written totally awesome 8D Why do I always have to write sad things? Happy V-Day BB!