A/N; Firstly, I am so sorry for the delay in uploading, but my laptop broke, which had everything on it, and I'm really bad at re-writing chapters Also, some of you may know that I have a long battle with depression. The year has been really bad for me, as, a few months ago, my mum went in for an operation, and she lost a lot of blood, as she wouldn't stop bleeding. Eventually, the wonderful surgeons (Who I will be forever grateful to) stopped her bleeding. She had tests and scans done, and they found a tumour in her. It had the same diameter as a CD. Needless to say, this scared the shit outta me, and I stopped writing to help her. We found out yesterday that there's only a 2% chance it's cancerous, and she's going to get it removed tomorrow. My mum is everything to me, as my dad walked out before I was born. She brought me up singlehandedly, until she met my now-stepdad. He's great, and they had my little sister, who I love with all my heart. But no-one can replace my mum. Recently, my dad's come back into my life. Having him leave me has given me major trust and abandonment issues. So I can't lose my mum, or I won't cope at all.

Secondly, in the last chapter, I said they were going to lunch, but I re-read the story, and they've already have lunch, so let's just pretend it's second break

PPOV

To say that I was happy would be an understatement. I was fuckin' ecstatic. Bella's hand was in mine, and I could see everyone looking at our interlaced fingers.

That's right boys, I heard my wolf growl, she's mine, back off.

I loved the thought that I had a claim on her. My Bella. Oh, I definitely liked that.

She turned around and grinned at me, pushing her lips against mine.

"Your Bella," she whispered. Whoops, did I say that out loud? Huh, guess she likes that.

"You better believe it," I say, increasing the pressure on her lips.

A throat being cleared made us break apart.

"What's going on here?" His voice said. Michael Newton. I growled lowly, and put my arms around Bella's waist. I'd seen the way he looked at her, and I'd be damned if he got anywhere near her.

"Nothing that concerns you," I say, and Bella buries her head in my chest. She hates being the centre of attention, so I would take care of this for her.

"Well... it does concern me, considering she's going on a date with me tonight," he said, smirking.

What?

What?

WHAT?

"Bella?" I asked, and she looked up at me, her beautiful doe eyes connecting with mine, and I knew it was true, "Well, I'm sorry, Mike, but that date will not be happening," I say, and he narrows his eyes at me.

"I don't think it's up to you," Mike said.

"Oh but it is,"

"Well, I don't think Charlie would be too happy with her being with a delinquent," Mike said, smirking, "And if this date doesn't happen, that may be told to him. Now, one date won't hurt, will it?"

I was about to kill him. Seriously. I could rip his throat out for threatening my imprint. Who the fuck did he think he was?

"Ok," I heard a beautiful voice say. I looked at Bella, and saw she was doing it for Charlie's sake, she didn't want to.

"Bella, you don't ha-"

"Yes, Paul, I do," she said, blinking back tears. She broke my gaze and looked at Mike, "Pick me up at half seven tonight,"

"And home no later than ten," I added, earning a glare from him.

"You don't make the rules," he said, but my patience was running thin.

"Listen here, boy. You're lucky you're even alive right now, so accept the conditions and live, or argue and end up as chunks all over the floor,"

He hesitated, "Ten,"

I glared at him, and pulled Bella away. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I took deep breaths and closed my eyes. Bella didn't move, which I was glad for. Her scent calmed me and stopped me from shaking. And trust me, I was close.

"Paul?" her voice was quiet, "I'm sorry,"

I snapped my eyes open, looking down at her. She looked upset and scared. I lifted my hand up and stroked her face lightly, loving the way she leaned into my touch.

"It's not your fault," I whispered, "Don't worry,"

She sighed, and rested her head on my chest. I had to get out of here, out of school.

"I'm ditching, you coming?" I ask, and she frowns.

"No. And neither are you," she says, "We can't just ditch school, it's important,"

I grinned, "Isabella Swan, are you telling me you've never ditched school?"

"Nope. And I don't plan on it," she said, folding her arms.

Oh god, she looked hot when she was mad. How was I supposed to win arguments when we were married when she looked like that? The only way it could be better would be if she was carrying my child...

Whoa, Paul, calm the fuck down. You don't even want children.

"Well, Bells, I'm your ride home," I tell her, smirking, "So how you gonna get there?"

Her face palled, and she sighed.

"Fine. I'll ditch the rest of today, but that's it," she said, turning towards the car-park.

Hell yeah!

I caught up with her, and took her hand. We were in the car before she could change her mind, I didn't want her getting cold feet.

Where was I going to take her?

I suppose, there was somewhere. It was incredibly personal, but I trusted her. I'd need to pick food up; I wouldn't want her to get hungry.

I pulled up at the small diner just outside the res.

"Wait here," I tell her, and jump out the car.

"Paul!" I hear a voice, and wave to my uncle, "What can I do for you?"

"I need food; I've got a date,"

"Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Let's not go there," I say, and he grins.

"So who's the lucky girl?" he asks, looking out of the window. He lets out a low whistle when he sees Bella, "She's beautiful,"

I nod, and he cooks me his pasta, putting it in a container.

"Where are you going?" he asks, but I just give him a look, "You're taking her to your special place, aren't you?"

I nod.

"She must be special,"

"She's everything," I say softly.

He hands me a basket and wishes me luck. My uncle and I have always been close. When my own bastard father walked out on me, and my alcohol-dependant mother had passed away, I'd relied on my uncle for advice and help. Which he provided, without complaint.

I climbed back in the car and put the basket between us. She looks confused, but doesn't comment, simply stares out the window. I would give anything to see what was going on in her head right now. Her eyes may be looking outside, but I knew she wasn't seeing anything. She was lost deep in thought. I saw a tear fall from her eyes, and my hands tightened on the steering wheel. Wow, that hurt. Her head fell forward, but I knew no more tears escaped. She was obviously keeping it in.

I cleared my throat, "It's ok, you know,"

She looked at me, "What's ok?"

"To cry," I said, and she blushed.

"No, it's not," she whispers, "It's a sign of weakness,"

"It's a sign of trust," I tell her, but she looks confused, "To let someone see you when you're at your most vulnerable, it shows trust,"

She didn't comment, but I knew she was processing what I'd said. Despite the fact I believed it, I would never cry in front of anyone. Rule 1, do not cry.

Followed closely by rule 2, You don't need anyone.

I pulled up at the cliffs, but we weren't stopping here. Loads of people went here, it wouldn't be sacred.

I led Bella through the woods a bit, taking a left and a right, holding her upright when she stumbled. Finally, they made it to the cliffs at the others side. No one ever came here, no one knew about it.

"Oh," Bella gasped, as I helped her into the clearing, "It's beautiful,"

I smiled, and led her to the small bench I'd carved. She sat, and looked around us in awe.

"How did you find it?" she asked.

"Well," I start, wondering how to phrase it, "I used to spend a lot of time in the woods, as a kid,"

She smiled and nodded, obviously thinking it was a happy time. It wasn't. I spent so much time in the wood because I hated being in my house, with my parents. So I used the woods as an escape.

I looked at Bella, who was looking at the water. It was calm today, and I knew it was perfect for cliff diving?

"You wanna jump?" I asked her quietly. She jumped, and frowned at me.

"I'm not suicidal, Paul," she said angrily, "Broken, yes, but not suicidal,"

Well, that was a relief.

"Bella," I said, rolling my eyes, "I meant cliff dive, it's fun,"

She gulped, but I could see the determination in her eyes.

"Let's do this," she said, and I grinned. She gave me everything which wouldn't withstand water damage, and I ran back to my car quickly, and ditched everything. When I got back, Bella was looking over the side, probably trying to work out the chance of survival, I could smell her fear.

"I won't let you get hurt," she said, and she jumped. I guess she didn't know I was here. My bad?

She nodded, and I strode over to her, wrapping her protectively in my arms. She jumped to wrap her legs around my waist. My breathing hitched. We could skip it, and fuck instead, just ditch the clothes, and get a tree behind her. Or a wall. Or a- know what? What the fuck ever, so long as I could plunge into her, and make her say my name, I didn't give a shit where it was.

She was watching me when I came down to rational thought, and I tightened my arms, moving to the edge of the cliff. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck.

"You sure about this?" I asked, "We don't have to,"

"Just fuckin' jump," she gritted out, and I grinned. Without anymore hesitation, I ran and launched us a good distance from the cliff. Bella let out a whoosh of air, and I was kinda glad she didn't scream in my ear.

"Deep breath," I tell her, as take in a lungful of oxygen, and I feel her do the same.

The icy waters hit us, and I never get used to it. I may not get cold, but damn, it came close.

We surfaced, and Bella had the biggest grin I'd ever seen.

"Wow," she said, "That was amazing! What a rush!"

I smiled back at her, taking in her drenched appearance. She broke from my hold, and I let her go reluctantly. But I was glad I did. Because she started swimming about and laughing, like a little kid. It was adorable.

Whoa there Paul, adorable? The annoying little fucker in the back of my head said. But I pushed it away. This damn near melted my heart of ice.

I was pulled from my musings but having water thrown in my face.

"What the hell?" I uttered, and I heard Bella giggle from in front of me. Oh, I wanted to hear that again.

"You were thinking!" she said. She must have seen the playful spark in my eyes, because she started swimming away, "Now Paul, we don't want to do anything rash-"

I chuckled darkly, "Oh no Bella, we wouldn't want that," I said.

I throw a wave of water at her, and she squealed as it hit her.

For half an hour, our water fight went on, before I ducked under, and pulled her down.

"No fair!" she said, pouting, "I couldn't do that!"

I smirked, "Advantage of the muscles, babe," I said.

"An advantage of muscles is to pull defenceless girls underwater? Wow," she mocked me. I growled playfully.

"You know you love my babies," I said, flexing them. She blushed, but managed to stay cool, rolling her eyes.

"Whatever, I've seen bigger, and better," she said. Wait, what? Bella had seen some other guy's muscles? The thought of that made me shake, "Calm the hell down, Paul!" I heard her yell, and I managed it.

When I looked at her, I noticed she was shivering delicately. I swam towards her slowly, and pointed toward shore. Silently, we swam back.

When we got to shore, her shivers were a lot more noticeable, shaking her whole body. I put my arms around her, and lifted her onto my back, before running to my house. I turned the shower on, and smiled before leaving her to it. I went into my room, and got one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers, before putting it discretely in the bathroom for her. I took her wet clothes down and put them in the drier.

Then I jumped in the other shower, and washed quickly, changing into another pair of my cut offs. When I got into the living room, I was stopped by a beautiful sight.

Bella.

In my shirt.

Bending over.

So far I could see the boxers.

They covered something I've never desired something so much in my life.

I wanted them gone.

Now.

I moved behind her, and noticed she was looking at my DVDs. I pressed lightly against her ass, but she didn't move.

"Hey," I said, my voice coming out a couple of octaves lower than usual. Her breathing was laboured too.

"Hey," she said, and I was glad to hear her voice matched my own. I pushed forward slightly, and she let out a small moan. That was all I needed. Before she could register what was happening, she was lying on the sofa, with me over her, pressing into her heat through those goddamn annoying boxers.

Her wide eyes gazed up at me, and I rocked my hips forward. Another moan left her lips, and I kept doing it until she was gripping my arms and begging me. Oh, it felt good to have her beg.

"Please," she asked breathlessly, "Please, Paul,"

I shoved two fingers passed the boxers, and pushed them inside her. She moaned, long and loud, and I couldn't help but growl lowly in return.

I pumped them, taking pity on her, and circled her clit with my thumb. It wasn't long until she clamped around my digits, and I felt myself getting impossible harder as she let out a strong of curse-words.

I removed my two fingers, making she could see what was on them, and inserted one into my mouth, watching her as I sucked it. She took in a shaky breath, and stopped me as I went to taste the second one. I watched her, amazed, as she brought the finger towards herself and hesitantly took it in her mouth.

So if I thought getting hard earlier was impossible, I was wrong. That was the damn hottest thing I've ever seen, especially with the little moan she made. Oh god, she would be the death of me. I knew Bella wanted me, I could feel it between her legs. And I knew I was going to take her. I could feel it between my legs.

Only, we never made it that far. Because just as I lowered my head to kiss her, a loud banging came from my front door, followed shortly by;

"Paul! Open up you bastard! I know Bella's in there! I can fuckin' smell her everywhere!"

A/N; Ooooooh, who's that? :O wish I could have written more, but like I said, my mum's going in, and I just don't want to ruin the story with my nerves. If it's not too much to ask, please send out a wee prayer for her. She's going in about 10:00 am, Glasgow/London time. Thank you so much for your patience!

-A xx