Summery:
Bella Swan, college student and native of Phoenix Arizona is ready to start her new life near her father in Forks. Where will Sam Uley fit in? Shifters, Imprints and Vampires. Imprint Story.
Rated Mature - Romance/Supernatural - Chapters: 6 - Sam/Bella
~ Sam ~
Still drunk and in wolf form, I sprawled out on the floor at the end of my bed watching my girl sleep. Well, snore anyway.
The party had ended several hours ago but Bella had been in bed since just a little after midnight. I could understand, she was jet lagged and had a pretty decent buzz going by the time she decided to go pile up on my couch. And that’s exactly where I found her four hours later; snoring into my throw pillow.
I could lie and say I tried to wake her up before I physically carried her to my bedroom, but I won’t and I didn’t. I’ve always been a terrible liar which is why I refuse to play poker with Paul; I have no poker face. I didn’t even try and wake Tink when I found her uncomfortably crunched up on my loveseat. Jared and Kim had gone home as did Jacob and Leah. Emily much like Bella had shit to do the next day and disappeared onto the pull out couch before even Bella had called it quits for the night.
So when I stumbled in after Embry had passed out in the grass, I found Paul and Emily naked as the day they were born, stretched out across the pull-out (pun intended) bed in a manner that screamed “We just had nasty sex all over your couch”, yeah, I couldn’t leave Bella there to wake up to that. Fuck, I would be burning the sheets as soon as they left in the morning.
I can’t even say for sure if I was thinking coherently when I picked my girl up and tossed her into the middle of my bed, but I was just drunk enough not to care at the time. She gave a little squeak and shot up. “Sam?” she questioned, eyeing me through slanted, sleepy eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Sleeping.” I told her gruffly, because I was to drunk to say much else and that was exactly what I planed on doing. “Go to sleep, Tink.”
“But-” she protested. “The couch-”
“Trust me when I say, you don’t want to wake up out there.” I informed her with a giant yawn and I could only pray it was dark enough to her human eyes not to notice the hard cock scraping against the zipper of my jeans.
Why, oh why did she have to take off that skirt?
I had found out rather quickly after picking her up that she had discarded her skirt sometime before or during the time she had been asleep on the couch, leaving her in nothing but some kind of cotton underwear and her tank top. It startled me so bad when my hands met the soft skin of her bare thighs that I nearly fucking dropped her. As it was, I still stumbled.
“Oh?” Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at me with foggy eyes, completely confused.
Stumbling over to the bed, I yanked a pillow from behind her back and the heavy comforter off the bed, a comforter I wouldn’t even have if it wasn’t for my overbearing, nosy mother and threw them down on the floor as I spoke. “Yeah, uh… feel free to go back out there but I think you’re going to see more of Paul and Emily than you’re comfortable with.”
Scratching the back of my neck, I turned to face her and nailed her with an “are you serious look”. Her eyes widened as her mouth dropped. “Oh!”
“Yeah,” I replied with another yawn, plopping down onto the hardwood. “Didn’t figure you wanted to wake up with Paul’s sweaty balls in your face.” I wanted to smack the shit out of myself as soon the words fell from my lips.
God, what the fuck was wrong with me? I’ve always considered myself a gentleman, conservative around women, especially. Now this girl comes into my life and I couldn’t seem to shut my fucking mouth.
“Fuck,” I murmured. I didn’t even have to look at her to know her cheeks were glowing with embarrassment as I was sure I would be if I wasn’t so fucking plastered.
Damn Old Quil and his ancient “spirits”.
It was good few seconds until the tale-tell signs of Tink’s giggles broke the piercing silence. It started with a very unladylike snort, to which she promptly slapped both hands over her mouth. “I can’t believe you just said that.” She giggled.
“Me either.” I grumbled, punching my pillow in a guise of fluffing it but in reality I felt like the biggest jackass. Paul’s sweaty balls? Really, Sam?
She brought one of my pillows to her face then and burst out laughing. Though it was muffled, I could tell she was about to piss herself with mirth. “Sorry,” She tried, wiping at her face while she got a handle on her snorting.
We went quiet again and Tink seemed to be thinking something over, her brows drawn tight as she chewed on that fucking lower lip. Cue hard dick. After a few seconds she must have come to a conclusion over what ever the hell it was she was brooding over because she shrugged those thin shoulders and reached for the hem of her tank and started to tug it up over her head.
My mouth hit the floor. “What the hell are you doing!” I exclaimed, probably a little too loudly and I hoped like fuck that I didn’t wake Paul up. The last thing I needed was him barreling through the door and seeing anymore of my Tink than he already obviously had. I wasn’t so secure in my control to say I wouldn’t fucking kill him should he see her undressed in my bed. I blamed it on my inner caveman, or in laymen’s terms; my wolf. It was a territory thing.
Tink looked at me like I was stupid. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking off my top.” She said it so naturally that I really had a hard time coming up with a comment to protest. Not that I really wanted to protest her nakedness but I was truly terrified I would pounce on her as soon as I saw those milky pups.
“Sam,” Bella huffed. “I haven’t slept in a shirt in over nine years, I don’t intend to start now. If it makes you uncomfortable, turn your head and don’t look.”
And that’s how I ended up in wolf form, at the end of my own bed, licking Bella’s toes like they were saltwater taffy.
Tink, she had woken up momentarily. Actually she shot up in bed, looking down at me in all my black furred glory, still nuzzling and licking at her sinful fucking toes. Those black paw prints just calling to me in a way I couldn’t describe. Not knowing what else to do, I licked them. It seemed natural, so I went with it.
Tink looked at me curiously for a minute, just licking her before she flopped back into the pillows and moaned. Apparently, I’m a really good toe-licker.
Fucking hell!
She didn’t sleep near as long as I thought she would for as much as she drank; it was only about seven hours or so. She wasn’t exactly a morning person either, once she woke up.
Tink did squeak however, when she saw me, naked as the day I was born, laying at her feet. “Sam!” She shouted, throwing all my pillows at me.
Rolling around in her sweet smelling sheets, I grumbled. “Sleep, Tink, sleep.”
While I found the whole situation amusing, she didn’t. By the time she had woken and got her shit together, I was positive that she wasn’t gonna speak to me for a year.
“So uh… you wanna go catch breakfast with me?” I asked, nervously moving to stand behind her in the kitchen. She looked a bit rumpled this morning but just as beautiful as ever.
She rounded on me then with fire burning so hot in her dark eyes I could literally feel the flames licking at my skin. “Breakfast, really? That’s what you’re going to say? Breakfast?” Tink’s voice was raising an octave with every syllable she uttered, her face turning an interesting shade of red.
She must get that from Charlie. That man had an impressive array colors.
“I just woke up with you naked at the foot of the bed I was sleeping topless in with my toe in your mouth! You, who brought me to said bed because you didn’t figure I wanted to wake up with Paul’s sweaty balls in my face! Are yours supposed to be better?” Her face went pale as a sheet even as she said it. “Oh god, I really just said that, didn’t I?”
Her face was fucking priceless; eyebrows pinched together and her nose wrinkled in disgust. All I could think was, if she only knew. Sometimes the pack mind-meld really sucked and I wouldn’t be the first to say how disturbing it is too see Paul’s genitals through his own eyes as Emily went down on him.
Now, I normally considered myself a fairly intelligent man. I may not be an Einstein or a Newton but I was usually graced with enough of a higher brain function that would advise against laughing at a girl like Bella when she had just embarrassed the shit out of herself. Apparently all higher brain functions were out to lunch at the moment because like the fucking tool I was, I laughed and I laughed hard.
I was laughing so damn hard that I totally missed the puddle of liquid on my kitchen floor, just to my left, no doubt from one of the leaky coolers from last night.
I damn sure didn’t see my foot stepping in it until I was ass over tea kettle and Paul came rushing into the kitchen, sleep haggard, hung-over and most importantly, buck ass naked. If I hadn’t thought Bella’s face was funny before, I sure as hell did now. Her eyes went wide at the sight of Paul’s junk and I found the whole situation so fucking ironic I couldn’t even get mad when she gave it an apprising nod, I was still laughing too hard.
“What the fuck is wrong with Tickle Me Elmo?” He asked Bella, well more liked bitched to Bella, but whatever. Potato, potato, right?
It was getting hard to breath at this point and my vision had gone blurry but I could still see Bella and the smirk that upturned on her dainty mouth as she eyed Paul’s package again then said, “Your balls apparently.”
If it were possible my gut clenched tighter, my shoulders shaking so hard I was sure I heard something crack but the fucking shocked look on Paul’s face was just too much. He looked down at himself and then back at me before he gave up on trying to figure out Bella’s cryptic answer and strolled casually back into the living room.
“Christ, Tink,” I said after several minutes of lamas like breathing. It was nearly five full minutes before I could speak and even then it was crackling with the laughter still rumbling inside my stomach. Wiping at my tear streaked face, I took the hand that Bella was offering to help me up, eagerly. “I think you’re the first person to effectively shock the shit out of Paul. I don’t know if I should kiss you or award you with some kind of a medal?”
I groaned, palming my forehead. Foot meet mouth. Because I sure as hell didn’t have control of it anymore.
Still drunk and in wolf form, I sprawled out on the floor at the end of my bed watching my girl sleep. Well, snore anyway.
The party had ended several hours ago but Bella had been in bed since just a little after midnight. I could understand, she was jet lagged and had a pretty decent buzz going by the time she decided to go pile up on my couch. And that’s exactly where I found her four hours later; snoring into my throw pillow.
I could lie and say I tried to wake her up before I physically carried her to my bedroom, but I won’t and I didn’t. I’ve always been a terrible liar which is why I refuse to play poker with Paul; I have no poker face. I didn’t even try and wake Tink when I found her uncomfortably crunched up on my loveseat. Jared and Kim had gone home as did Jacob and Leah. Emily much like Bella had shit to do the next day and disappeared onto the pull out couch before even Bella had called it quits for the night.
So when I stumbled in after Embry had passed out in the grass, I found Paul and Emily naked as the day they were born, stretched out across the pull-out (pun intended) bed in a manner that screamed “We just had nasty sex all over your couch”, yeah, I couldn’t leave Bella there to wake up to that. Fuck, I would be burning the sheets as soon as they left in the morning.
I can’t even say for sure if I was thinking coherently when I picked my girl up and tossed her into the middle of my bed, but I was just drunk enough not to care at the time. She gave a little squeak and shot up. “Sam?” she questioned, eyeing me through slanted, sleepy eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Sleeping.” I told her gruffly, because I was to drunk to say much else and that was exactly what I planed on doing. “Go to sleep, Tink.”
“But-” she protested. “The couch-”
“Trust me when I say, you don’t want to wake up out there.” I informed her with a giant yawn and I could only pray it was dark enough to her human eyes not to notice the hard cock scraping against the zipper of my jeans.
Why, oh why did she have to take off that skirt?
I had found out rather quickly after picking her up that she had discarded her skirt sometime before or during the time she had been asleep on the couch, leaving her in nothing but some kind of cotton underwear and her tank top. It startled me so bad when my hands met the soft skin of her bare thighs that I nearly fucking dropped her. As it was, I still stumbled.
“Oh?” Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at me with foggy eyes, completely confused.
Stumbling over to the bed, I yanked a pillow from behind her back and the heavy comforter off the bed, a comforter I wouldn’t even have if it wasn’t for my overbearing, nosy mother and threw them down on the floor as I spoke. “Yeah, uh… feel free to go back out there but I think you’re going to see more of Paul and Emily than you’re comfortable with.”
Scratching the back of my neck, I turned to face her and nailed her with an “are you serious look”. Her eyes widened as her mouth dropped. “Oh!”
“Yeah,” I replied with another yawn, plopping down onto the hardwood. “Didn’t figure you wanted to wake up with Paul’s sweaty balls in your face.” I wanted to smack the shit out of myself as soon the words fell from my lips.
God, what the fuck was wrong with me? I’ve always considered myself a gentleman, conservative around women, especially. Now this girl comes into my life and I couldn’t seem to shut my fucking mouth.
“Fuck,” I murmured. I didn’t even have to look at her to know her cheeks were glowing with embarrassment as I was sure I would be if I wasn’t so fucking plastered.
Damn Old Quil and his ancient “spirits”.
It was good few seconds until the tale-tell signs of Tink’s giggles broke the piercing silence. It started with a very unladylike snort, to which she promptly slapped both hands over her mouth. “I can’t believe you just said that.” She giggled.
“Me either.” I grumbled, punching my pillow in a guise of fluffing it but in reality I felt like the biggest jackass. Paul’s sweaty balls? Really, Sam?
She brought one of my pillows to her face then and burst out laughing. Though it was muffled, I could tell she was about to piss herself with mirth. “Sorry,” She tried, wiping at her face while she got a handle on her snorting.
We went quiet again and Tink seemed to be thinking something over, her brows drawn tight as she chewed on that fucking lower lip. Cue hard dick. After a few seconds she must have come to a conclusion over what ever the hell it was she was brooding over because she shrugged those thin shoulders and reached for the hem of her tank and started to tug it up over her head.
My mouth hit the floor. “What the hell are you doing!” I exclaimed, probably a little too loudly and I hoped like fuck that I didn’t wake Paul up. The last thing I needed was him barreling through the door and seeing anymore of my Tink than he already obviously had. I wasn’t so secure in my control to say I wouldn’t fucking kill him should he see her undressed in my bed. I blamed it on my inner caveman, or in laymen’s terms; my wolf. It was a territory thing.
Tink looked at me like I was stupid. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking off my top.” She said it so naturally that I really had a hard time coming up with a comment to protest. Not that I really wanted to protest her nakedness but I was truly terrified I would pounce on her as soon as I saw those milky pups.
“Sam,” Bella huffed. “I haven’t slept in a shirt in over nine years, I don’t intend to start now. If it makes you uncomfortable, turn your head and don’t look.”
And that’s how I ended up in wolf form, at the end of my own bed, licking Bella’s toes like they were saltwater taffy.
Tink, she had woken up momentarily. Actually she shot up in bed, looking down at me in all my black furred glory, still nuzzling and licking at her sinful fucking toes. Those black paw prints just calling to me in a way I couldn’t describe. Not knowing what else to do, I licked them. It seemed natural, so I went with it.
Tink looked at me curiously for a minute, just licking her before she flopped back into the pillows and moaned. Apparently, I’m a really good toe-licker.
Fucking hell!
She didn’t sleep near as long as I thought she would for as much as she drank; it was only about seven hours or so. She wasn’t exactly a morning person either, once she woke up.
Tink did squeak however, when she saw me, naked as the day I was born, laying at her feet. “Sam!” She shouted, throwing all my pillows at me.
Rolling around in her sweet smelling sheets, I grumbled. “Sleep, Tink, sleep.”
While I found the whole situation amusing, she didn’t. By the time she had woken and got her shit together, I was positive that she wasn’t gonna speak to me for a year.
“So uh… you wanna go catch breakfast with me?” I asked, nervously moving to stand behind her in the kitchen. She looked a bit rumpled this morning but just as beautiful as ever.
She rounded on me then with fire burning so hot in her dark eyes I could literally feel the flames licking at my skin. “Breakfast, really? That’s what you’re going to say? Breakfast?” Tink’s voice was raising an octave with every syllable she uttered, her face turning an interesting shade of red.
She must get that from Charlie. That man had an impressive array colors.
“I just woke up with you naked at the foot of the bed I was sleeping topless in with my toe in your mouth! You, who brought me to said bed because you didn’t figure I wanted to wake up with Paul’s sweaty balls in my face! Are yours supposed to be better?” Her face went pale as a sheet even as she said it. “Oh god, I really just said that, didn’t I?”
Her face was fucking priceless; eyebrows pinched together and her nose wrinkled in disgust. All I could think was, if she only knew. Sometimes the pack mind-meld really sucked and I wouldn’t be the first to say how disturbing it is too see Paul’s genitals through his own eyes as Emily went down on him.
Now, I normally considered myself a fairly intelligent man. I may not be an Einstein or a Newton but I was usually graced with enough of a higher brain function that would advise against laughing at a girl like Bella when she had just embarrassed the shit out of herself. Apparently all higher brain functions were out to lunch at the moment because like the fucking tool I was, I laughed and I laughed hard.
I was laughing so damn hard that I totally missed the puddle of liquid on my kitchen floor, just to my left, no doubt from one of the leaky coolers from last night.
I damn sure didn’t see my foot stepping in it until I was ass over tea kettle and Paul came rushing into the kitchen, sleep haggard, hung-over and most importantly, buck ass naked. If I hadn’t thought Bella’s face was funny before, I sure as hell did now. Her eyes went wide at the sight of Paul’s junk and I found the whole situation so fucking ironic I couldn’t even get mad when she gave it an apprising nod, I was still laughing too hard.
“What the fuck is wrong with Tickle Me Elmo?” He asked Bella, well more liked bitched to Bella, but whatever. Potato, potato, right?
It was getting hard to breath at this point and my vision had gone blurry but I could still see Bella and the smirk that upturned on her dainty mouth as she eyed Paul’s package again then said, “Your balls apparently.”
If it were possible my gut clenched tighter, my shoulders shaking so hard I was sure I heard something crack but the fucking shocked look on Paul’s face was just too much. He looked down at himself and then back at me before he gave up on trying to figure out Bella’s cryptic answer and strolled casually back into the living room.
“Christ, Tink,” I said after several minutes of lamas like breathing. It was nearly five full minutes before I could speak and even then it was crackling with the laughter still rumbling inside my stomach. Wiping at my tear streaked face, I took the hand that Bella was offering to help me up, eagerly. “I think you’re the first person to effectively shock the shit out of Paul. I don’t know if I should kiss you or award you with some kind of a medal?”
I groaned, palming my forehead. Foot meet mouth. Because I sure as hell didn’t have control of it anymore.
She cocked at thin, manicured brow at me, the corner of her mouth twitching.
“Kiss me, huh?”
I can’t say for sure what made me do what I did next. I guess I could blame it on the imprint thing but I wasn’t so sure that it wasn’t just purely me that made me grab her. “Alright.” I told her, leaning in, eyes closed. Warm skin met my own and I sighed with happiness, until I noticed two things.
One, if it was Bella’s lips I was kissing then I was a fucking leech. The texture of the skin was off and didn’t taste or smell right.
Two, Tink’s tiny foot was slapping loudly against the tiles of my kitchen floor, tapping at a hundred miles a minute.
I cracked one eye open and with the sight that met my eyes, I quickly opened the other and backed away, just a little. Tink had her hand cupped securely around my mouth, her lips were pulled down into a frown and her dark chocolate eyes were narrowed. “You’re fucking brain dead if you think you’ll be putting those lips on me, Samuel Uley.” She scolded, reminding me disturbingly of my own mother. Another slip of a woman, equally terrifying to both me and pack brothers alike.
Opening my mouth to apologize only made Tink press harder against my mouth. “I know for a fact that you had my toes in your mouth at some point last night and just… no thank you.” She said sternly, shuddering slightly.
She giggled, moving her soft fingers from my mouth to caress my cheek. “So breakfast, huh?” I had to wonder how much of this was her reacting to the imprint? Would she still be so attracted to me without it? Did I care?
While I had no idea about how much the imprinting effected her or if she would still be so drawn to me, I did know without a doubt that I didn’t care. She was mine and that was all that mattered to me.
So, taking her pale hand in mine, I nodded my head and pulled her towards the front door.
I can’t say for sure what made me do what I did next. I guess I could blame it on the imprint thing but I wasn’t so sure that it wasn’t just purely me that made me grab her. “Alright.” I told her, leaning in, eyes closed. Warm skin met my own and I sighed with happiness, until I noticed two things.
One, if it was Bella’s lips I was kissing then I was a fucking leech. The texture of the skin was off and didn’t taste or smell right.
Two, Tink’s tiny foot was slapping loudly against the tiles of my kitchen floor, tapping at a hundred miles a minute.
I cracked one eye open and with the sight that met my eyes, I quickly opened the other and backed away, just a little. Tink had her hand cupped securely around my mouth, her lips were pulled down into a frown and her dark chocolate eyes were narrowed. “You’re fucking brain dead if you think you’ll be putting those lips on me, Samuel Uley.” She scolded, reminding me disturbingly of my own mother. Another slip of a woman, equally terrifying to both me and pack brothers alike.
Opening my mouth to apologize only made Tink press harder against my mouth. “I know for a fact that you had my toes in your mouth at some point last night and just… no thank you.” She said sternly, shuddering slightly.
She giggled, moving her soft fingers from my mouth to caress my cheek. “So breakfast, huh?” I had to wonder how much of this was her reacting to the imprint? Would she still be so attracted to me without it? Did I care?
While I had no idea about how much the imprinting effected her or if she would still be so drawn to me, I did know without a doubt that I didn’t care. She was mine and that was all that mattered to me.
So, taking her pale hand in mine, I nodded my head and pulled her towards the front door.
