Peter awoke the next morning and stretched his weary bones. He brushed up against something next to him and was startled for a moment. He looked down and saw the angelic sleeping form of Davy. Peter smiled. He had hoped that this instance wasn't a dream.

Peter put his hands behind his head and let out a satisfied sigh. Who could have predicted this turn of events. It wasn't so long ago that Peter had embarrassingly knocked Davy off stage. That he was feeling blue in Mexico. That he was lying to Mike and Micky about having a sunburn while fantasizing about Davy. He would have never believed it if it hadn't been happening to him directly.

Ever the optimist, Peter began contemplating all the things Davy and him could do while Mike and Micky were away. Should they let out their carnal urges? Play house? Have nights on the town? The possibilities were endless. He guessed that he would see how things played out. And boy could he not wait for things to play out.

A thought occurred to Peter at that moment. Who would have a sleeping Davy Jones in their bed and just be staring at the ceiling thinking about him? A fool that's who. Peter turned over on his side and stared at Davy's back that was facing him. He pulled Davy towards him and wrapped his arms around the sleeping figure. Davy stirred slightly and went right back to sleep.

Peter savored this time. It was a moment all his own, where he could be alone with his thoughts and soak up every ounce of Davy. Peter couldn't resist trailing his fingers along Davy's smooth skin. He traced up and down Davy's arm. He trailed his fingers up the shoulder to the neck and planted a soft kiss on the back of Davy's ear. Peter noticed movements that suggested that Davy had woken up.

"Are you awake?" Peter whispered.

There was no response from the other side of the bed. Peter knew though that Davy was awake and deceiving him. Again that little Brit was mischievous. Peter decided to keep up with his caressing movements ever so gently. He could feel slight fidgeting from Davy was he moved down his arm. When Peter moved up the shoulder onto his neck Davy let out a small laugh.

"Don't do that, Mate," Davy chuckled contorting his neck away. "It tickles."

"Oh so you are awake," Peter said sarcastically. "Here I thought you were going to sleep away our day."

Davy yawned and rolled over to face Peter. "You must be joking! I wouldn't squander an opportunity for alone time. It's a rarity around here."

Peter smiled and brushed Davy's jawline with his fingers. He moved in for a kiss and watched as Davy moved closer into it. Peter then abruptly got up and walked towards the door.

"Good! Then let's get going," he said leaving Davy puckered up and confused. "Two can play at this game."

"Let the games begin," Davy said chasing after him.

Peter and Davy went to the movies that afternoon. It was a good place to take their relationship out in public without too many people seeing what they were doing. They were able to hold hands in the darkness of the theater and steal loving glances. It was a perfect first date.

Now the pair was winding down at home. Peter was strumming on his guitar and writing down lyrics in a notebook. He glanced up and looked at Davy. Davy was reading the newspaper with his lens less Monkeeman glasses on. He looked absolutely adorable. Peter kept trying to think of his next lyrics but couldn't get the pintsized Romeo off of his mind. He strummed a loud off key chord that made him cringe.

Peter couldn't concentrate anymore. He walked over to the chaise lounge and sat on a chair nearby. He leaned on the chaise lounge on his elbow, with his head propped in his hand watching Davy's movements. Davy noticed Peter's presence and looked over putting the glasses down on the tip of his nose.

"What are you doing?"

"Admiring your beauty," Peter breathed.

"I can't say I blame you, but I thought you were working on something."

"I can't concentrate. You're too distracting."

Davy gave a genuine smile. "Can't say that I understand the sentiment. You see I have a laser focus. It takes a lot to distract me." He pushed the glasses back up and opened the paper again.

Peter cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really? So you're saying I won't be able to distract you?"

"I'm saying that it would take a lot of effort. I don't think you have it in you," Davy taunted not even looking up.

Peter moved over to the chaise lounge and sat with his hip right next to Davy's. "Is this distracting?"

"No, I can deal with the physical contact," Davy replied still not looking up.

Peter then put his arm around Davy. "How about now?"

"Nope, it's rather comfortable."

Peter swung his legs over so they were resting on Davy's lap and placed his head on Davy's shoulder. "Anything?"

"Is that all you've got? Oh look at this Canada is electing a new Prime Minister."

Peter sat for a moment to see if the snuggling would chip away at Davy's hardened exterior. Not so much as a glance in Peter's direction. Peter was beginning to find this little game between them irresistible, but he was not ready to admit defeat. He stood up and started walking behind the chaise lounge.

"Alright, you win. No one can crack you," Peter said.

"I told you," Davy said turning the page.

Peter quietly waited for the right moment to make his move. Davy seemed blissfully unaware of Peter's continued presence behind him. Probably that 'laser focus.' Davy set the paper down for a second to take off the glasses and rub his eyes. Peter took that as an opportunity to use his own arms to trap Davy's behind his back. Davy struggled to free himself for a moment.

"What are you doing now?"

"Is this distracting you from reading the paper? I would think so since you can't even pick it up to read it now."

"Let me go you brute," Davy joked as he rocked back and forth to get free.

"Not a chance! Not until you admit defeat."

"Never!" Davy yelled.

Before Peter knew it Davy had made a split second movement that completely leveled the playing field. Davy tipped himself over and both of them tumbled onto the chaise lounge. Peter was so startled by the sudden movement that he had let go of Davy. He was so disoriented from the move that he fell prey to Davy. Davy then had Peter on his back and pinned to the chaise lounge. Davy was sitting on Peter's stomach using his legs to restrain Peter's arms to his side.

"Two can play at this game," Davy tried and failed to mock Peter's American accent. "Is this bothersome to you?"

"No I rather like where this is headed," Peter answered defiantly.

"Okay, well," Davy stammered trying figure out something to do. He began contorting his face into all kinds of ugly ways. "There what do you think of my beauty now?"

"There's nothing you can to do to make yourself look ugly. It's impossible."

Davy thought for a moment and then began to sing I Wanna Be Free in a completely off key manner. If there had been a mirror nearby it would have broken. If there were cats outside, they would be gravitating to the Pad. Davy finished the song with a long, loud voice cracking "freeeeeee." He was quite pleased with himself and looked down at Peter's face to see the assumed to look of anguish. Instead he saw a smiling face.

"I don't care how bad you try to sing because I know how good you are. I can tolerate a few minutes of that."

Davy frowned and furrowed his brow trying to think of how to crack his captive. Peter couldn't help but think about how adorable he looked and that it was cute how hard he was trying to get on Peter's nerves. There was literally nothing Davy could do right now that would be annoying to Peter.

"I could do this all night! I guess laser focus is your forte, but not so much this."

Davy seemed to be getting flustered. Then suddenly he seemed to have an idea. His face curled into a smirk and he began unbuttoning Peter's shirt.

"This doesn't seem like something that will bother me."

"Oh, it will be uncomfortable. I know that no one can stand this," Davy said looking wicked. "I'm going to do to you what you did to me this morning."

Davy began to trail his fingers along Peter's neck and collarbone. Peter knew what he was trying to do. He loved Davy's persistence. Peter smiled up at him.

"I love your determination. I'm so sorry, Babe, I hate to break this to you but I'm not ticklish at all. The most you're going to do is turn me on more than you already have."

"Are you kidding me? Why are you so difficult to crack? Is there nothing I can do?"

Peter laughed. "If there were I wouldn't tell you anyway. Sorry that I love your face, voice, and that I'm not ticklish…but you are!"

Peter took the opportunity to flip Davy off of him and onto the floor. The two struggled for a bit but Peter eventually was sitting on top of Davy. He had Davy's arms above his head wrists clasped together by one of Peter's strong hands. He gave Davy a devilish grin as he used his free hand to unbutton Davy's shirt. Davy got a look of concern in his eyes at the events that were about to occur.

"You know Peter, you win…I call a truce," Davy pleaded.

Peter stopped for a moment. "I win?"

"Yes, yes! You win you are the best at distractions. I am horrible at them. I'm no longer reading the paper and haven't been for quite some time. Mission accomplished. So are we done here?"

Davy tried and failed to get up and Peter pushed him down further.

"Done? I was just getting started. You can't sweet talk your way out of this one."

Peter then began attacking Davy's stomach and ribcage with the wiggling fingers of his free hand. Davy began to buck and squirm as he exploded with laughter. Peter was enjoying the feeling of Davy's skin on his fingers as well as the sight of Davy squirming. He was begging between fits of laughter for Peter to stop. It was arousing.

"I….can't….take it…anymore," Davy giggled and breathed heavily.

Peter stopped and let Davy catch his breath. Peter wiped the tears from Davy's face. Then he trailed his fingers along Davy's neck and collarbone as he had that morning. Davy was still writhing uncomfortably as he giggled softly.

"Please don't do that," he exclaimed as he tried to dig his neck into his shoulders.

Peter was quite enjoying himself. He did have the urge to do something else. He figured that Davy had learned his lesson enough. Peter then reached up and interlaced his fingers through Davy's still restraining them above Davy's head.

"I fear what this new development means," Davy said warily.

Peter leaned downward and began kissing Davy's collarbone. Davy gasped and moaned with delight. Peter made his way up Davy's neck, nipping as he went along. Davy was squirming again but for a different reason. Peter finally reached Davy's mouth. He planted two soft kisses on either side of his mouth before going in for the ultimate prize. This time Peter let his tongue slip into Davy's mouth and they passionately kissed. Their tongues seemed to move in a perfect rhythm with each other. It was as though these mouths were always meant to find each other. Peter slowly pulled away only to come back for another small peck.

"Yes, it looks like I did win."