Who: Paul and Leah, obviously. What: Emily and I have decided to provide shippy/not-shippy entertainment while the game is on pause. Yay us? Where: Paul's house When: A couple days after that porntastic evening
Paul hadn't been surprised to find Leah gone when he got up the morning after she'd spent the night. Partly because he'd known she would sneak out at the first opportunity, and partly because he'd been awake when she'd left. He'd fought himself not to wake up and ask her to stay, this was her thing, she was in charge of this entire situation. He wanted her to come to him, to be ready for him. He'd wait forever, now that the proverbial flood gates had been opened, he was ready to fight for her. But he had to fight for her in a different way, he would play by her rules, and do as she asked. He wasn't going to let himself get scared off, no matter how long it took or how badly it hurt.
He wasn't even really surprised that he hadn't seen hide nor hair of Leah Clearwater since the morning he'd watched her sneak out of his window through half closed eyes. So he was going about his life as normal as he could. His Mother had give him some odd looks, and she had tread very lightly when asking questions of him. The two had a very open and honest relationship, and it pained the both of them that this subject was so off limits. He wanted to discuss it with her, but even he wasn't ready to try and define anything at all.
So he held it close to his chest, and he avoided Sam. And Jacob. And pretty much everyone else. He still made his daily visits, and did his chores around the rez, and his own house, but there was still uncertainty in the air when it came to Sam and the rest of the pack.
This particular evening he was sitting on his roof watching the sun set over the Pacific enjoying a beer and a cigarette. Next to him was an ashtray (he'd quit one day), and a metal bucket with ice and a few cans of cheap beer.
Paul's roof had the best view of the ocean and the most comfortable places to sit. Even growing up his roof was a popular place for watching fireworks, and ridiculous antics of teenage boys. There was easy access to it from the front porch, and a flat part that almost acted as a makeshift deck. There were even a couple of lawn chairs up there on occasion.
The sun wasn't quite ready to make it's descent into the ocean and the sky shone with purples and pinks and oranges, and it glistened off of the water. He couldn't imagine a more beautiful evening, a sunny day in the Pacific Northwest was something to be treasured for sure. He just wished he had Leah here to share it with him. But he wasn't going to dwell on that. Until he heard a noise and looked over the edge of his roof and saw the bottom half of Leah's body dangling from his bedroom window. He let out a whistle and a chuckle, "Up here, Leah," he said, the smile evident in his voice.