So, the idea behind the fic was ENTIRELY unintentional. P and J…what popular food does that sound like? Thank you, BookSessed, for choosing the couple and inspiring this. Love ya, girl! (P.S. Finnick. Is. AHMAZING. And I had better be invited to the wedding!) Oh, and note: I hate peanut butter, yet I'm willing to write about it. Gotta love irony. (;

Peanut Butter Jelly Time

Poppy set the bread on the kitchen counter, humming as she moved. Sure, vampires didn't need to eat, but they could. And at the moment, the traditional peanut butter and jelly sounded wonderful.

"Needs…musique!" Poppy decided, adding French flair to the words.

She strolled over to the radio, and pressed play. She nodded her head in time to the beat as the newest European electronica album filled the room.

Upon turning back to continue making her sandwich, Poppy ran into a wall. No, not a wall, she thought, a person.

She looked up into bright grey eyes as strong arms wrapped around her. They pulled her close, and rocked her side to side, causing Poppy to slowly sway in time to the music.

"You didn't think you could enjoy music without me, did you?" a voice whispered in her ear.

"Of course not, Jamie. I'm stuck with you for eternity, after all," she smiled, tucking her head into his chest.

"And eternity will never be long enough," James replied.

Poppy slowly slipped out from his grasp, dancing her way back to the counter.

"Watcha makin?" James asked, moving to stand beside his soulmate.

Poppy smiled. "Peanut butter and jelly. You want one?"

James shook his head. "No, but the classic PB&J has very nice initials. A P for Poppy…"

"And a J for James!" Poppy exclaimed. "I never noticed that! But what does the B stand for?"

James chuckled. "Use your imagination."

Playfully shoving him, Poppy began to think. Beluga, blue, beacon, bacon…what could the B stand for?

Poppy shook her head, dismissing the thought. She roved around the kitchen, putting together a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Just as she was finishing, she was lifted onto the counter.

James leaned in, touching his nose to hers. "Figure it out yet?" he asked, smiling.

Poppy looked at him, green eyes to grey. She looked at him, as she first had when she awoke to the senses of a made vampire. His hair fell in slight waves across his forehead, not too dark, but not too light. His eyes shone with a light that often only Poppy saw. They grey seemed cold and mysterious to everyone but her. Underneath, Poppy could see calmness. Protection and strength. Love. He always smelled of winter rain, the rain that appeared to wash away the snow, enabling spring to come. He could be strong enough to twist a metal chair's legs out of shape, or gentle enough to pick a flower without crushing it.

And he loves you. James' voice appeared in her mind then, interrupting further thoughts to escape her train of thought. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, and she returned the favour.

Suddenly, Poppy pulled back. "Belongs," she said softly.

James looked at her, tilting his head to one side. "What?" He asked.

Belongs. Poppy told him with her mind. Well, belongs with. Poppy belongs with James.

James laughed, and pulled her to him. Kissing her temple, he replied. Yes, she does.