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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on May 18, 2009 13:27:23 GMT -5
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"Paul!" She said with a blush, "I can't sit on you lap!" She liked to, wanted to but what if she was to heavy and he got tired and didn't want to tell her or something! He would sit there and try to think of reasons to get up.
Her voice was softer when she spoke again, "My Dad has more then one chair, you know." She was half sitting on his lap, and half holding her own weight on her legs. That way he wouldn't think she was heavy. ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on May 18, 2009 17:46:45 GMT -5
 --------------------------------- ----------------------------------- Paul grinned. "Why use two chairs, when all you need is one." Paul didn't care about being practical or comfortable even, though he was right now. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that there was no one else in the house . . . but in a less extreme way than one would assume. "Are you seriously comfortable in that position?" He asked, chuckling while he shook his head at the way she was sitting, or standing. It was a mix of both. "What are you worried about, that Billy or Jake are gonna come in?" Surely she was not worried about her brother entering . . . Paul could handle him, just like he 'handled' him when Rachael was out of town. |
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on May 18, 2009 23:50:12 GMT -5
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She wasn't comfortable but she wasn't going to put all her weight on Paul either. "I am not afraid of my Dad or over sized baby brother." She said but didn't relax. "Paul, I--" She decided against telling him the truth. That she was one of 'those girls' who fussed at their weight sometimes. "I just think that you'd be more comfortable if I was over there." She pointed to the other chair. "So you could relax and enjoy your self." ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on May 19, 2009 0:00:41 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------------------------------- "Now why would you think that? You know I love being as close to you as possible." He wasn't sure why she would think that . . . the nearer, the better. "Unless you're feeling uncomfortable sitting here." Maybe she just did not want to hurt her feelings. Either way, he gave a small pout. "I would enjoy myself a lot better if you weren't so worried about my comfort level," he said teasing her reluctance. "If its not your brother or dad then what?" Was there something more bothering her? "Am I really that uncomfortable? I thought I was like a teddy bear," he told her grinning innocently. |
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on May 21, 2009 21:43:37 GMT -5
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She gave him a worried, 'Paul!' before looking down at her lap. "Your used to a different type of girl then me." She explained, she had seen the skinny girls he dated (Took her sister to the Prom!) Rachael was like them. She was chubby. She knew it, and liked it in her own way not that she had become comfortable in her size, but she didn't want Paul to think she was chubby. "They were like half my size, Paul." She exaggerated. ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on May 23, 2009 11:15:59 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Paul -- being the dense guy that he was -- missed what she was implying, until she had said that most of the girls he had dated where half her size. Even though he may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, he knew better than to joke about a woman's weight. They were far too sensitive about it, so he was not even going to try in this case. He did not think she was overweight, but he would not make a joke about to show that. In fact . . . he had NO idea what to say. It was a sensitive topic and he could either make her feel bad, or worse. He had to think of something though. He couldn't let this topic loom . . . she may think he actually believed she was obese!
"I'm only interested in one type of girl, and she refuses to sit with me," he said, in an exaggerated sulky voice. "None of the girls I dated were even half as beautiful as you are." There. Compliments. They were true ones, but he hoped it would clear some of that insecurity Rachael had . . . especially when it came to her size. Paul could be sensitive and sentimental . . . sometimes. |
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Sept 19, 2009 20:40:23 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] "Oh Paul that's-" Very untrue. "-Sweet." She went with not believing him but LOVING the complements anyway. "I am not refusing to with WITH you, just ON you." Rachael had a sudden fear that she was being to practical for laid back Paul. She didn't want him thinking she wasn't fun, so after a quick nervous glance around the room she finally put her weight on him, but with the way her shoulder were it was easy to tell she was braced for something. Him to admit she was right, or something. "I've never sat in a guy's lap before." She admitted. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 21, 2009 13:22:25 GMT -5
Paul's grin widened. "Well I'm glad to be the first then." Paul would have killed any other guy's lap she sat on. The mere thought would have been enough to make him phase had she not been with him right now. "I guess I mean, it's lucky for the other guy that I'm the first," he said winking, though meaning it completely.
"You don't have to be so worried Ray." He thought it was cute that she was so reluctant to sit on him due to her weight insecurity. His strength could take far more than that. He couldn't feel the slightest bit of pressure right now. Besides, he didn't see her as anything but the epitome of perfection, so would never accept that anything was wrong with her. "Come on, you can't tell me that this doesn't feel nice," he commented slightly leaning back in his chair so that his back was against it now, and he was far more comfortable.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Sept 21, 2009 14:34:03 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] It did feel nice, but Rachael was still worried that something would happen and embarrass her badly. When he leaned back she moved so she could keep her balance leaning against him. That did feel nice, like they were together, really-really together. "Maybe." She said when he asked about this feeling nice, but her tone said she loved it, and was just teasing him about it maybe not being perfect.
Reaching over to the table, she pulled the forgotten plate of food closer to them, and picked up a potato chip and held it up to his mouth. There, now she felt like she was one of the girls in high school, or a magazine, or just someone bolder. The old Rachael Black would never had sat life this and play feed a guy, much less PAUL MORAN, guy! [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 21, 2009 15:23:56 GMT -5
He liked that Rachael followed his lead, and she did not get off his lap, deciding that she had sat long enough. If he closed his eyes, he swears he could fall asleep right now. He felt at peace. There was no feeling that beat this. Between patrolling, and spending time away from Rachael . . . . he longed for moments where he could spend it with this woman. This, was everything that gave him happiness. He chuckled before opening his mouth and allowing the chip to go inside. "Maybe?!" He questioned, after swallowing the chip, once he realized what she had said. He leaned towards her a bit, only so that his lips could find hers in an intimate embrace. After a few moments, he pulled away, but kept close to her. "Is it still a maybe?"
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Sept 21, 2009 15:34:40 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] What was a maybe? He had officially turned off her brain. She had to think for a moment before she knew what he was asking. Her answer was soft laughter, that came out almost like giggles. But that could never be, Rachael Black didn't giggle. "I think it's getting very close to a yes." She teased, and then hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip and gave a guilty glance around the kitchen before relaxing all the way against him, letting her shoulder slide under his arm and her head come to lay down on his shoulder. "Now it's a yes." She whispered. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 21, 2009 15:50:47 GMT -5
Now he would most certainly accept that answer. "That's better," he said, closing his eyes for a few moments. While he just wanted to stay like this, he also didn't want to waste time not looking at her. He already didn't get to see her as much as he wanted to . . . and suddenly the fear of her moving somewhere else re-emerged. He did not let his affect his mood. He didn't want to argue any more -- well, right now -- . He quickly opened them and kept one arm tightly wrapped around her -- but not crushing tightly, since he very well could crush the delicate woman on him right now. He kissed the top of her head. "I hate it when you have to go." His tone was soft, and he had to refrain from expressing all the pain he felt when he didn't see her. It was stronger than simply one couple not seeing each other; imprinting was more powerful than that. He also wasn't trying to make her feel too guilty . . . then again, if that was a tactic he could use to convince her to stay in La Push, and not go anywhere else, he would do whatever it takes.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Sept 23, 2009 19:54:12 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] Rachael was silent for a few moments before finally speaking. "I feel like two people right now. Part of me feels safe and happy and adventures in the city, away from . . . " The memories of here. "I see new things everyday and love every moment of it. New people, new foods, and the culture is just amazing." Pulling away slightly she looked into his eyes. "Then here I don't feel safe, but it's nor a scary or a bad feeling. When I am there, I have everything I never knew I wanted. When I am here . . . " She had Paul.
"I am not quite sure where I belong, but I do know that I want to be were I am happy, and loved. Which is why I have stayed here so long, and why going back is looking less and less like escaping and more like. . . . something else."
"I know I am not making any since," Because deep down she was a coward, and couldn't say what she really wanted, "But I am not going to Georgetown. it's to far away from you. I don't know yet if I can stay here, and still be me, it frightens me, but you don't." Putting one hand on each cheek she took a deep breath and forced more of the scary words out, "I don't know if I can stay but I know I don't want to be even four hours from seeing you. Your what is keeping me here right now, making being here so much easier."
Rachael's blush finally came into her face and her eyes misted over as her moment of high spirits crashed slightly, and she gave a nerves laugh and moved to hid her face in his shoulder. "Am I making this out to be bigger then it is? I feel so silly right now." [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Nov 23, 2009 15:56:04 GMT -5
Paul was listening carefully to each word she said, but the phrase that stuck out the most to him and caused his expression to light up, was when she said that she was not going to Georgetown. "Really?!" He exclaimed excitedly. He was relieved, yet the relief was short lived for she continued to express her uncertainty as far as staying in La Push was concerned. "You're not being silly," he said, trying to think of what he could say to reassure her. And suddenly, he lost all thought, all rationality, and all sense of commitment to his pack.
"If you want to go . . . I'll go with you. I'll leave La Push, and go anywhere with you. Even if its outside the States." Whenever he was with Rachael, it was as if she was the only one who existed in his world; the only one he ever wanted to be with; the only one he knew he could not live without. And so now, the thought of his pack and his loyalty to them suddenly seemed to be temporarily erased from his mind, and all he could think about was spending the rest of his life with Rachael Black.
"We don't have to stay here Ray . . . but I wanna be with you, wherever you choose to go. I'll take care of you, and we don't ever have to be apart." Paul was barley thinking (which was not rare considering the fact that he mouthed off a lot) but this was different. He meant every word of what he was saying. It was as if he thought the whole thing through, when really, he hadn't thought of it beyond making promises to her and choosing her over his pack in a split second.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jan 9, 2010 16:38:27 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] Rachael sat very still watching Paul for a moment before smiling. He wanted to leave with her? Right now? Go anywhere?! That had rings of forever in it. Part of her, the rashional city girl knew that no one could move this fast and really mean it! It was crazy! Put the small town back woods, open hearted girl she had been told her city girl to shut up and go away. For a moment, Rachael tried to see Paul in France, or China . . . . Russia, or even somewhere as tame as England.
She couldn't.
"Thank you for saying that. I means so much to me." There was a 'but' in her voice. "La Push is your home Paul. It's were you belong, your just fit here." In a way he would never fit in other places. "I can see it, and I understand it. I love you for it." She leaned in to kiss him briefly. She was coward but in this moment she was going to try. She was going to say the things she was wanting to say. . . . . maybe. "How about a comprise?"
"Teaching at Georgetown would be wonderful, but something else I have wanted to try was writing a book. I could write it from here. From La Push." Here was the scary part. Would he think she was needy-clingly? "It would be scary for me--I know I am being silly, no matter what you say--but I want to do it. I want to try. With you here, It seems easy. If you were it would not be scary." And the comprise part, "And maybe we could take a weekend trip into the city sometime. . . . just the two of us." [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jan 13, 2010 11:03:08 GMT -5
Paul all of a sudden loved compromises. "Are you sure you don't mind staying?" Yes, he was selfish when it came to certain things, but right now, he had to prioritize her happiness . . . and if leaving La Push ensured that, then he would do it. "I mean, you have no idea how amazing that sounds, but at the same time . . . I want you to be truly happy, and I want you to do what makes you happy." Paul could not remember the last time he had been selfless, and even more rare, was the fact that he was glad he was. It wasn't until she mentioned a weekend trip that the thought of the pack hit him.
"Thanks so much Ray," he said, pulling her into a hug and making sure not to wrap his arms too tightly around her. Sometimes, he underestimated the abnormal strength he had as a wolf. "A weekend trip sounds perfect . . . and you don't ever have to be scared here. It may not be what your used to, but you don't have to be afraid." Paul wanted her to call this place his home, he wanted her to feel so attached to it that she never wanted to leave again. Yes, the selfish part of him was coming back, but he also knew that he could not make her feel that way in an instant . . . it was something she would have to grow to love, and he was going to try to help her. If that didn't work, then yes . . . he would have to leave with her because he could not imagine his life without her. It was bad enough when she was back and forth, but the thought of her being permanently gone . . . that idea worried Paul and so, he could not even bare to think about it. "So do you know what this book of yours is gonna be about?"
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jan 20, 2010 19:12:51 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] Rachael held on to him when he huggled (A) her and didn't let go until he made the first move to. She smiled at him, when he did. "I have to go back next week any to pick up some stuff. Clean out some of the apartment so Joshua can have some more space." She admitted and wondered if he would offer to come along on that one or if it was to soon.
As for her book, "Oh, I don't know yet, I have so many ideas that sometimes they all run together. Mostly they are non-fiction." She paused while watching him for a moment, wondering if she would insult him by explaining what non-fiction was. She went with not explaining it, and would leave it at that. No need to bore him. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jan 20, 2010 19:22:43 GMT -5
It definitely wasn't too soon for Paul. "Hey, if you want, I can come and help you move your stuff." That would also give a chance for Paul to meet Joshua . . . whoever this creep was, Paul didn't trust him and was paranoid with Rachael spending time with him -- even though they had been living together -- . If she said no, Paul was going to persist. "Besides, I agree . . . you should give Joshua space, tons and tons of space." His more jealous side was coming through, but luckily it was not a violent jealousy (yet); it may transform to that if he ever sees the guy do something like make a move on Ray.
"Man, I didn't even know that you write. Sounds pretty cool though." Paul didn't read . . . he wondered if he would offend Rachael by not reading her book. No. He wasn't going to risk that. He was going to try to read it. "Maybe when its published, I can have the author autograph my copy . . . have a one on one, personal book signing," he said flirtatiously, grinning at the idea. Okay, so Paul was not the best person to try and have an intellectual conversation with . . . but he was still interested in the idea of her writing a book, especially since it would keep her here with him.
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