Pour some Sugar on Me

PaulXLeah

Summary: Pauls cocky, ill tempered, and possibly a sadist, everyone knows that, but no one really knows. Leah finds out though.

Authors note: Set between new moon and eclipse. Paul never imprints on Rachael.

Leah grimaced as the rest of the pack hooted with laughter at the resident cocky bastard. Paul. Any other time he was hateful. full of rage and contempt for everything. Spitting insults in every direction. But then there were days like today when he was funny, and cocky. Todays topics, imprinting zombies.

Hence the grimace. Paul was going on and on. And Leah just hoped he wouldnt bring up Sam. He always had to dig at her about it. How Sam had left her for Emily, her own cousin.

"C'mon, thats funny, and you know its true. Sad but true. Wolves no more your puppy's. Following your ladies." Paul laughed and even Leah could tell he was touching nerves. All laughter and hooting aside.

"Paul thats enough." Sam said suddenly stern.

Pauls face turned suddenly sour, and he faced Sam with defiance."Oh I'm sorry did I touch a nerve. You are an expert on the subject after all." He said venomously and there were a few gasps. Leah's eyes widened wondering where all the hostility suddenly came from.

"Paul!" Sam growled in warning. Paul just scoffed.

"Just speaking truth is all. Only jacked up wolf inprinting crap could make a man leave steak for chopped liver." Paul spoke with a particulary cynical voice and face and Sam practically snarled at him in reply.

"GO HOME NOW. COME BACK WHEN YOU CAN ACT LIKE AN ADULT." Sam growled in his alpha voice.

Paul grimaced, and if he'd been in wolf form his ears wouldve been back, and tail betwen his legs. He growled and took off for the tree line.

Leah was speachless, and wearing a bright red blush. Steak? So she was Steak and Emily was chopped liver. Ha she couldve laughed her ass off a Sams face. He rufused to look her way. PAssing time by talking to Jake and Embry.

She smiled. Paul was cocky and sadistic. Angry and short tempered. Cruel and yet sometimes. . . well. You know. Like Uno. That wild card. It changes the game. Thats what Paul is and what he does. A wild card. Did anyone really know him? At all? She certainly hadnt cared before. But now. She was quite curious to know. Steak huh?

She stood and left in the direction that Paul had taken. No one noticed of course, she was just the nusance. No one cared where she went but her brother. And we kept him out of pack buisness unless he had to be.

She walked along the familiar path. She use to have a great relationship with Paul. Now that she recalled it. It was hard to think about the past friendship with so much going on. But if she remembered correctly, Paul and herself had been inseperable until about middle school.

They'd both been blessed by puberty, She had been hot stuff and so was he. She was cheerleader and Sam was a football player. They naturally fell together. While Paul was Paul. A Wild card. Son of the town drunk. Hard ass trouble maker. So they fell apart.

But Paul was still Paul she told herself as the house came into view. The truck was missing, which meant Pauls father was away. But he was always never home anyway. She strode up music hitting her wolf ears. She smiled listening to Pauls voice floating along with it.

"Pour some sugar on me!

in the name of love!

Pour some sugar on me! cmon and fire me up!

Pour some sugar on me! I cant get enough.

I'm hot sticky sweet! From my head to my feet Yeah!

Leah did laugh this time coming up the steps. Cocky bastard. Of course he'd be singing to that. She peaked throught he screen and grinned. Paul was so Paul. Standing in his cut off jean shorts, making koolaid and playing air guitar. She watched and listened.

"You got the peaches, I got the cream

Sweet to taste, saccharine

'cause I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet

From my head, my head, to my feet

Do you take sugar? one lump or two?

Take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me

Ooh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

Oh, I can't get enough

Pour some sugar on me

Oh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me

Get it, come get it

Pour your sugar on me

Ooh

Pour some sugar on me

Yeah! Sugar me!"

As the song ended Leah burst through the door with a vicious look on her face, the floppy screen slamming against the wall with a loud smack.

"Paul!" She snarled, and Paul looked both busted and astonished. "Put that sugar back in the refridgerator."

They stared at each other, Paul grinned, and Leah's eyes sparkled with amusment.

"Yeah." He challenged.

She just strutted in standing in front of him, poking him in his bare ripped chest, and smirked.

"Funny thing Paul. You got an affinity for food references it seems." She teased, but the glint in her eyes changed slightly, more intimidation.

Paul scowled, making a discusted sound int he back of his throat. "So it was true and you know it." He pushed past her staring out the open door.

"Since when do you even care. All of you do your best to remind me that he left me on a regular basis. Now im Grade-A all of a sudden.?" She didnt sound angry, keeping her voice even, and eerily sweet. Calm before the storm.

He scoffed, "Geeze Lee get over your self. I meant I am hot sticky sweet from my head to my feet." He grinned and turned his head just in time to see her scowl deeply.

She rolled her eyes and attempted to stalk past him. He just grabbed her upper arm and spun her around into his strong chest. He was wearing that same cynical look he wore when he told off Sam and her scowl deepened.

"I was talking to you too earlier Lee. I never really could understand why Steak would settle for potted meat when it could have filet minon." He taunted and she blushed.

"Fuck you! You cocky bastard!" She growled.

"Dont even try to deny it, weve all seen you and Sam together in your head. And you've seen my. . . encounters in mine. He couldnt even come. . . . close. Now did he." His eyes gleamed, and she pushed herself out of his arms and landed on the ground beyond the steps.

She glared, this was the cocky, sadistic, ass hole Paul she didnt come to see. She was sick of his stupid front. But she could play his game.

"Oh really, Look at you. Big bad Paul, cant even leave the steps cause Uley the alpha ordered him home and told him to behave. Who's the puppy Paul?" She said wearing an evil smirk and he snarled his Temper flaring. Shifting as he jumped from the steps, she was ready shifting and pushing back.

They rolled, and lunged and bit. It was brutal. But beautiful. To free spirits engaged in a dance of power and wit. Each pinning the other down, each never backing down from the other.

Neither noticed when Pauls father pulled into the yard, stumbling from the truck to the ground. Paul did though. Shooting Leah a look before taking off. Shifting back as he did.

She watched in a trance as he trapeced naked over to the fallen drunk man, lifting him from the ground with ease, supporting him into the house. She remembered when Paul was 12, it was the first time she'd witnessed this scene. And she was sure in all this time that the scene was constant.

She growled, and shifted, enterin the house hearing Paul stumbling his father into the bedroom. She slipped on a hoodie on the sofa to cover herself and sat on the sofa waiting and listening.

"Thats mmmmyyyy wolve son, strong! gon-gonna make me proud." Mr. Lahote slurred at Paul.

Paul said nothing, but Leah heard the door quietly close. Paul entered the room seconds later dressed, and sending her a pained look before plopping down on the sofa,his head in his hands. She sighed deeply.

"I remember now. Why you were with him. Why. . ." He didnt look up, just sounded tired, and mabie a little depressed, Leah sighed, now she definitley hated the weepy Paul Worse than the asshole one.

"Thats not true and you know it Paul. We were just two different people back then. We just drifted apart." She said annoydly.

"He told me to stay away from you. That I wasnt good enough." He was looking at her, wearing an intense look.

"And you listened." She stated.

"You loved him." He shot back just as serious, and she sighed looking away.

"I thought I did." She murmured.

Both were quiet. The sun was setting through the open door, and the sounds of nature could be heard. And the quiet breathing of the two souls.

"Lee. . . . Im sorry about earlier. I was being an ass." He said suddenly.

"You were right though. When Sam and I were together that one time. I felt-. I dont know, I just didnt feel. I dont know what it was supposed to be like but It wasnt right. We werent right." She said turning to him with a critical look.

"Leah. ." He whispered, "I love you."

Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched. He? OMG He loved her too?

"I-" she was tounge tied.

"Its ok if you dont feel the same. I wouldnt wanna be with me either. Im sadistic, an asshole. Have a nasty temper. My father is a drunk, and I have no mother but-"

"PAUL!" She cut him off and he stared at her as she broke into a smile, "I love you too." She said.

He leaned in and pulled her close, kissing her soundly on the lips, their mouths molding together. Tounges dancing and fighting for dominance. Paul winning of course making the female wolf growl in her throat with pleasure. They broke apart when the need for air became to great. Panting with their foreheads together.

"Oh yeah, and im the hot one." She smirked.

"Sure baby whatever you say. Just as long as i get to Pour Some Sugar on Ya. Im fine."

She laughed and they kissed again just as the sun left the sky.

(1 week later)

The pack ran in sync. Running formation. Jake, Sam, Paul and Jared in the front. With Leah Quil, Embry and Seth flanking. A flash of images entered the packs mind. Paul and Leah making out on the sofa in Pauls living room. Foreplay in Leah's room, Her screaming his name. Paul screwing Leah into his matress.

Leah grimaced, as the heard an angry howl and a loud smack. Pauls grayish wolf form flew past them slamming into a tree. He shifted back as he hit the ground with a thud. A surprised look on his face.

Leah shifted quickly, running to him. Stand in front of him bare as the day she was born. She was in Sam's Black wolf face smirking. She said only one thing.

"Potted Meat." Sams eyes widened, and he looked confused.

She turned and crawled on top of Pauls naked form, straddling his waste. She bent down and kissed him roughly. He responded eagerly.

Seth howled a scared cry and ran away as fast as the could, the others stared for a moment, before running of, echo's on Damn, and Lucky Dog, in their joint minds. Sam, turned and took off after a moment as well. Even the alpha had to know when he was beat. When alone the two broke apart staring eachother in the eyes.

"I love you Paul."

"Yeah well you just remember who said it first." He smiled softly and kissed, HIS woman again.