"Peter and I need to stay here and work out some details of this new shirt we're developing for the band," I said to Mike, feeling bad about lying to my husband but I need to be alone with Peter.

"Ok darlin'. We'll be at the studio if you need us. Micky, Davy, let's get going," Mike said, going out to the car with Micky and Davy trailing behind.

"Now, come here," Peter said to me. I did what I was told and went and sat on his lap and right away he started kissing me. He pulled me close and kissed me passionately. I didn't pull away. I liked it. He laid down on the couch and I cuddled up next to him in his arms. "Why'd you choose to love me now huh?" he asked, playing with my hair.

"I don't know. Yesterday just triggered something in me and I realized I was in love with you. But, I'm also in love with Mike and I'm MARRIED to him," I said to Peter, interlocking my fingers with his.

"Then why are you here? Cuddled up to me?" He asked me.

"Because I love you," I said, not thinking.

"I love you, too," he said and turned his head to look at me again. I wanted to kiss him so bad. Before I had time to think, I pushed my lips on his and he kissed back. This felt right but wrong. I am married to Mike I thought as his tongue did cool circles around my mouth.

I pulled away. "P-Peter, this isn't right and you know it," I said, hoping he in fact DID know it was wrong.

"I do know its wrong but we love each other. There's not exactly much we can do," Peter said.

"When did you get so wise?" I asked, sitting up. He sat up, too and then asked, "You alright, babe?" I winced. Mike calls me babe all the time, I thought.

"Please, Pete, don't call me that. If we're going to do this, you can't call me babe," I said, feeling so ashamed.

"Ok. What can I call you?" Peter asked me, that childlike hope in his eyes again.

"You can call me..." I looked around the room, "You can call me... my girl,"

"Ok. You're my girl," he said, smiling. I stood up and he did too. "What do you wanna do now?"

"I want you to kiss me again," I said, still ashamed but feeling a little better now.

"Ok," he said and then wrapped his arms around me, looked down at me and kissed me, pulling me in close and moving his hands up and down my spine giving me chills. "Let's go upstairs," he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my ear. He took my hand and led me up to his room.

We went inside and he went and sat on the bed and I went to him, leaning into him as we kissed, then he fell onto the bed and I was laying on top of him kissing him. He took off his shirt and I wriggled out of my pants. We kissed and he eventually got out of his pants too. I've never done this with Mike, I thought. Maybe I married the wrong Monkee. We laid there under the covers and talked for awhile.

"Peter...we shouldn't have done that," I said.

"I know. I just couldn't help it. You're just so hard to resist," he said, kissing my forehead. I blushed.

"Look Pete, you're an amazing guy. And your really nice and sweet. I love you SO much but the fact of the matter is that I'm married to another sweet, amazing guy. You know that," I said.

"Yea, I do know that and he's like a brother to me, but I love you too much to just get over you. Especially since you were my first..." Peter said, then looked away.

"No. No Peter. Please say I didn't just hear that I was your first...partner," I said, freaking out.

"You did hear it correctly. You were my first. I was saving it for someone special. Like you..." Peter said, his face as red as a tomato. Just then, I heard the door close downstairs.

"CRAP! Peter, get your clothes back on!" I quietly yelled. I got all my clothes on and then helped Peter get his clothes on. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

Micky's face appeared in the doorway. "How'd it go here?" He asked, then looked at the unmade bed. He raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"