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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or it’s characters. This is merely a work of Fanfiction. 

A/N: This is a Quil x Bella pairing.This is unbeta’d. Let’s assume Quil is also eighteen. There is underage drinking in this. I am not condoning it, but it happens. Bella is eighteen, and realistically she’s gonna do what she wants. Please drink responsibly, and take care of your friends. 

Quil Ateara V watched Bella Swan from across the room with lupine eyes. He had been shocked to see her here at a rez party. Her bloodsucker had left in September, and he hadn’t seen her on the rez since, but Bella looked like a whole new person.

Her long brown curls waterfalled down her back, except for a strand on either side that was dyed blue, braided, and pinned at the back of her head. She wore a short black skirt that had a chain on it, and a black cropped shirt. When she threw her hands up to wave at someone, or to dance, it exposed her smooth midriff. 

She sipped on a bottle of cider through the night, taking a shot only when a trusted friend delivered it to her.

This was not the Bella Swan he had seen built up in Jacob Black’s mind, or the Bella Swan he played with as a little boy. Jake seemed to think she was some innocent blushing mess. But the way she threw back her shots without a wince, told Quil that Jake had seriously misjudged his childhood crush. 

Bella felt eyes on her all night, but it seemed every time she turned to look, there was no one there. She had come to this party with Jesssica, who had informed her that her older cousin Jared was having a party that she just had to come to. 

Jessica could be a bit superficial, but she was loyal, and a good friend to party with. She didn’t run off, she could handle her liquor, and she always had an escape plan if things got too weird. Lauren had come with them once before Bella banned her. She was too unpredictable, and frankly she was a bitch. 

Bella took the shot Jessica handed her and threw it back. The fireball burned her throat, but she was used to it. 

Bella waved to Jessica. She was going to go outside for a minute. She needed some air. No, she didn’t have to come, really. She’d be fine. 

Quil followed her at a distance. He was intrigued by the petite woman. He nodded at Jared as he followed Bella out the back door. Jared chuckled at his pack mate. 

Quil heard the click of the screen door shutting behind him. It was dark out here, but he could see well in the night. Bella was wrapped in her thick coat, sitting on a downed log by the tree line. She stared into the woods as if it held answers she sought. 

Quil crept up quietly, intending to surprise her. He got about a foot behind her before her head snapped around, and her eyebrows rose. She was an observant little thing. She spun around to face him on the log. 

“Do I know you?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. 

Quil struggled to find words. He had been undone when her dark brown eye met his. She was backlit by the moonlight, creating a halo around her brown hair. He felt his soul turn over ownership to the small woman in front of him. 

Bella Swan was his imprint.

A small smile worked its way onto Bella’s face as she waited for an answer. The man in front of her was incredibly handsome, almost impossibly so. He stood towering above her, his piercing eyes pulling her in. She wanted to climb him like a tree. 

“Uh, kind of. I’m Quil...Quil Ateara V. We played together as kids.”

Understanding filled Bella’s face as she nodded her head. This was Quil...little Quil...well, not so little any more. They had spent many summer days when she was little running around the rez with Embry and Jake. 

She wrapped her arms around herself, in an attempt to warm up. There was only so much a coat could do when you were wearing a short skirt. There was snow on the ground, and she couldn’t understand how he could stand there in nothing but some boots, jeans, and a black t-shirt. 

Though, it did show off his biceps marvelously, so maybe she shouldn’t complain. Quil smirked at her as he smelt her scent hit him. She smelt like cinnamon...and bonfires...and sugar. He wanted to run his tongue up the length of her neck and see if she tasted like it too. 

“You’re cold,” Quil observed as he strode to her. 

He sat next to her and draped an arm around her shoulders. Bella snuggled against him, he felt like an electric blanket. How he could be so warm, Bella didn’t know, but she was grateful. Something whispered at the edge of her mind, a memory of stories told around the Quileute bonfires of her childhood, but Bella pushed it away. It was hard to focus on Quil and her memories at the same time. 

“You're not exactly like I thought you would be, Bella.”

Bella’s head perked up. She turned her head to look up at him. His eyes were brown with a yellow ring along the outside. She had never noticed that as a child. They made it hard to think, or maybe that was all the shots. 

“Do you spend a lot of time thinking about me?” she asked, her eyes flicking over the handsome features of his face, lingering on his lips too long to be innocent.  

Quil ducked his head, a furious blush taking over his cheeks. 

“Uh….I’m still friends with Jake. He talks a lot about you.”

Bella made a retching sound in the back of her throat as she rolled her eyes. That was interesting. Quil thought they were still friends. That’s how he made it seem at least. 

Bella pushed back from Quil and turned to face him. He turned his own body so they were facing each other, the log between their legs, their knees touching. 

“Listen to this. I was dating this guy. Edward Cullen, right?”

Quil nodded, trying to keep up with her rapid pace of speech. 

“He was a douche. A major douche. I thought we were in love or whatever, so I changed all this stuff about me. I did whatever he wanted, wore whatever he wanted, acted how he wanted. Quil I fucking took out my piercings! I paid good money for those!”

Quil’s eyes roamed over Bella’s body involuntarily, wondering where exactly those piercings had been, and how quickly he could get them redone. 

“It was so fucking pointless, because he left me the second there was a problem, didn’t he?”
Quil suppressed a growl. He knew all about the Cullen’s. The fact that his imprint had ever been so close to them made him furious. 

They had killed the nomads that came through the area, after they left, all on their own. It had been a hard fought victory. Quil had taken particular pleasure in being the one to rip the redhead bitch’s head off. It only now occurred to him that maybe they had been here for Bella. 

He had seen Sam’s memory of finding Bella in the woods. It seemed so much more sinister at this moment. Jake had phased shortly after. He had been ordered to stay away from Bella, and Quil thought he had obeyed. 

“Right, so the toolbag leaves, and a week later our old friend Jake comes by my house. I’m so excited, I’m thinking it’s gonna be great, right? Like old times?” 

Quil nodded, he could understand that. 

“Right? Well apparently we’re both fucking wrong, because the asshole kissed me. I had literally just told him I didn’t feel the same way about him. I punched him in the face, and he ran out the back door and into the woods. I haven’t seen him since.” 

Quil fought down the rage that wanted to surface. He couldn’t afford to lose his temper in front of Bella. He never wanted to hurt her. A small hand sent a thrill up his body, distracting him from his rage. Quil raised his eyes to see Bella looking at him worriedly, one of her hands on his arm. 

“I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn't have told you. You said you’re still friends and…” 

Bella trailed off, her mind in a flurry. She didn’t want Quil to think she was bitter and leave. Her whole body was set tingling when she touched his arm. She wanted to see how far she could ride that feeling. Quil slid one hand up to grab Bella’s chin, and raised it, so he was looking into her eyes. Bella felt lost to herself. 

“You can tell me anything. Anything Bella. I’ll always be on your side. I promise.” 

Bella swallowed thickly. She was sure he meant it. She inched closer towards his warmth. For the first time since Edward left, she wanted to be kissed. She wanted to be kissed in a way she never had been before. She wanted to be wholly possessed by Quil. 

She leaned forward to press her lips to his, but he stopped her with a large hand on her shoulder. Bella flushed in embarrassment, but held his gaze. His face searched his, flitting over her fine features, regretting what he was about to do. 

“How much have you had to drink tonight, Bella?”

Bella huffed out a foggy breath, and giggled. 

“A lot actually.” 

“That’s what I thought,” he replied. A remorseful smile filled his face as he stroked her face with his thumb. 

He pulled her close, to sit on his lap, and held her in a hug. Bella snuggled into his heat, and he placed a kiss on her cheek. 

“Why won’t you kiss me Quil? Don’t you...don’t you like me?”

Quil chuckled at that, and the deep sound sent a thrill through Bella. Quil pushed her back just enough so that he could look down into her eyes. He held her face in his hands, and slowly nuzzled her nose with his own. He trailed soft kisses along her cheekbone over to her ear.

“Bella, when I kiss you for the first time, really kiss you, I want it to be something you remember forever. Because trust me, you will want to remember it forever.”

Bella shivered against him. She wanted very much for him to fulfill that promise. Bella heard Jessica calling for her from the back porch. 

“You better get back to your friend.”

Bella rolled over and groaned loudly at the sunlight streaming in her window. She picked her watch up off her bedside table and looked at the time. 

Eleven AM. 

Not too late considering she had gotten in at three. Charlie would still be at the station. He was pulling crazy shifts lately, though Bella suspected he might just have a lady friend he was keeping a secret. 

Bella headed to the bathroom and was glad to see she had the foresight to wash the makeup off her face the night before. She was wearing one of Charlie's old flannels as a night dress. It fell to her mid thigh, and was extremely comfortable. She threw her long hair up and washed her face before she headed downstairs. 

Bella’s progress was halted by a knock on her door. Who could that be? She really only hung out with Angela and Jessica outside of school. Jessica should still be asleep, and Angela should be in church. 

Bella shrugged her shoulders and headed for the door. 

She eased it open a bit, and was greeted by the sight of a gorgeous man with a large bag in his hand. He was wearing cut off jean shorts and no shirt, despite the snow. Bella stood with her mouth open, appreciating his form. The man laughed, breaking Bella’s trance. 


The night before came rushing back to her in a blur, and she ducked her head in a furious blush. She was usually never so forward with men, but something about Quil had pulled her in. She felt the same pull to him now. 

“I brought you breakfast. I thought you might be hungover,” Quil told her, holding up the bag he held in his hand. It had a stamp on the front, marking it as a takeout bag from the diner. She nodded her head gratefully and opened the door for him. He paused in the hallway that led to the kitchen, and tried not to groan at the sight that greeted him. 

His imprint was wearing a flannel that looked like it had seen better days, meaning it must have been Charlie’s. Her bare legs peeked out at him, and he wanted nothing more than to touch her. 

Bella led the way to the kitchen, where she took the bag and set it on the counter.

“Thank you for this, Quil, and sorry about last night. I’m not usually so…”

She trailed off as fiddled with the coffee maker. She felt Quil’s body press against her from behind, his long arms reaching around her torso and setting the coffee pot back in its place. He spun her around gently to face him. 

He leant down and nudged her nose with his own. She tilted her head up to look at him. She placed her hands on the side of his torso, surprised at how warm he was.

“Would you like that kiss now, Bella?” He asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

Bella barely had time to nod before Quil was bending down and picking her up. He set her on the counter, and stepped between her legs. 

He put his large hands on either side of her face and drew her into a kiss that she would indeed remember for the rest of her life.