I sit on the beautiful king sized bed and pull the curtains surrounding it closed. I sit for a while before I break down and cry. It had been a year since the Iron fey prince broke my heart, but i was still broken. To make things worse, I had been living in "the middle" with a certain flighty fey woman and, recently, my summer fey friend, Puck, just decided to drop in. The most horrible part, I love him. You might ask why that is bad but wait until I explain; I can't have him. I'm not good enough... I was hoping to be done with love for the rest of my life, but then he had to complicate things. So far, I'd been able to avoid any run in with him. I don't even think he knows I'm here, well that is if he didnt notice me in the kitchen hiding. I sigh and wipe my face before digging into the plate of food I had collected for breakfast. When I'm done eating I set the plate on the floor by the end of the bed and lay on my stomach with my arms folded over my head. I hear the door open and someone pushes back the curtains surrounding my bed. I flip over and see his head pointing in. I groan.

"I was trying to sleep!" I laugh.

"Liar." He says, pushing me over and laying down next to me.

"I didn't know you were here." I say, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, come on princess. I thought you knew better than to try and pull one on ole' pucky! Let me tell you, its not working." He replies. I roll my eyes,

"So where have you been?" I ask.

"Oh, nowhere special. I hung around with your Pop, visited Ice boy trying to find you... oh yeah, why weren't you there, I thought he was all protective of 'Princess Meghan'?" He says. I sigh, looking down.

"I'm not welcome there anymore." I state plainly.

"I'm sure if you talked to Icy he would convince the queen to let you back in." Puck suggests.

"No, Puck. He is the one who kicked me out. He doesn't want me there." My voice cracks.

"He didn't! I''m going to turn him into a ferret!" Puck yells, trying to make me laugh, but serious at the same time.

"No, its okay." I say, laughing and wiping my face again.

"No, Meghan. It's not, he can't just play that game with you. You deserve better then that." He says, putting his hand on my face. I look into his green eyes filled with longing. My heart skips a beat. I want him so bad, but I can't.

"Puck..." I whisper, looking down and pushing his hand into my lap.

"You see! He has ruined you!" Puck says, putting both of his hand on the sides of my face. I hear unexpected pain in his voice and I look back at him. His face is close to mine. I put my hands on his and close my eyes, sighing in disappointment.

"Meghan..."

"Shhh!" I interrupt, putting my finger on his lips. He drops his hands.

"We both know I like you much more than just a friend, I'm done pretending I don't-" He says. I can't resist it anymore; I reach forward and pull his head down to mine and kiss him. He moans and pulls put closer to him. I straddle his lap and sigh sweetly when he kisses my collar bone. I lay back on the bed and pull him with me. His hand slips under my shirt and slides it up slowly. I shiver; I've never done anything this extreme before. I tangle my hand in his fiery red hair. His hand brushes my bra strap and I bite his lip. He sighs again and rolls onto his back. We both breath heavily in the small time we are separated while he slips my shirt over my head. I shudder at the cold and whisper in his ear,

"I haven't done this before..." He leans back.

"Really?" he asks

"Yeah." I say,