Disclaimer: S. Meyer owns Kate and Garrett. I own this ridiculous situation I put them in.

PTB SMUT UNIVERSITY WEEKLY ASSIGNMENT

DIALOGUE DURING SEX SCENES

He was angry.

He had avoided her all day. When she asked Tanya if he'd told her where he went, she merely shrugged and replied, "Out hunting."

She was gripped with fear that he had reverted to his previous lifestyle. If he had, she only had herself to blame.

Her relief was profound when he came home with his eyes still very much golden.

She lay in bed, not really expecting him to join her. Nonetheless, she continued to hope.

Her hope was finally rewarded when she heard their bedroom door open and felt the mattress dip behind her. His intoxicating scent wafted to her until she was torn between dread and desire.

Desire won out. She turned towards him and saw the muscled planes of his broad back.

"Garrett…" She stretched her hand out.

"Don't, Kate," he whispered ominously.

Her hand froze in midair and clenched in frustration. This was madness. Technically, she didn't do anything wrong.

"Please, Love, talk to me."

"What should we talk about? How you betrayed me? With an Englishman, for chrissakes!"

"I didn't betray you. Nothing happened between us, I swear it!" she insisted.

"Because I arrived just in time. Do you know what hurts the most?" He moved to face her, and the pain in his eyes was worse than the anger. "The thought that if I hadn't been there to stop you, you would have gone with him."

"That's not fair."

"Isn't it? Can you honestly tell me that you would have resisted him if I didn't show up?"

She did not meet his eyes.

Dean was an old flame. He was a vampire, just like them. He also was a wanderer, like Garrett was before he moved in with her and the coven. But the similarities ended there. Whereas Garrett was restless and excitable, Dean was always quiet and self-possessed.

Yesterday she and Dean had crossed paths once more. He wanted to pick up where they had left off. She told him it was impossible.

"I'm with someone now," she had informed him.

"That's all right. I'll wait until that ends. I'll be here for a few months anyway."

"You don't understand. It's not like that."

His confused expression told her he definitely didn't get it. None of her relationships had lasted very long.

She'd tried to explain to him her commitment to Garrett. He'd tried to persuade her that what they had was better.

She was sorely tempted. They had been great together. Part of the allure was the temporariness of it. No pressures, no rules. Just pure enjoyment.

For a second, she considered how it would have been if she didn't have Garrett. She would have said yes. She and Dean would have had a few months of fun, which would finish when he decided to leave again.

And then she would end up being alone.

She wasn't Katrina the succubus anymore.

She wanted to matter to somebody for a change.

She wanted never to be lonely again.

She looked Garrett in the eye. "Yes. I would have resisted him."

He studied her for a moment. "I know how much he is like you. Carmen told me. It would be so easy. Unlike with me."

Their relationship had been difficult from day one. Each had to change for the sake of the other. There were many times when the sacrifice had seemed so great.

"Why don't you leave the choice to me?" Kate retorted.

"I'm making you mad. Why are you still talking to me?"

His words were mocking, defiant. They were also filled with pain and self-doubt.

"I'm choosing you because he doesn't make me burn the way you do."

She decided it was time to end this pointless conversation.

With quick, catlike efficiency, she straddled him and pinned his wrists to the bed. She cut his protests short with a furious kiss.

His shock transformed into passion that matched her own. He rolled her onto her back, blazing a hungry trail down her neck to the cleft between her breasts. He parted her robe, revealing her nakedness to his admiring gaze.

"What a fool I am," he murmured, nibbling on her skin.

"I agree," she gasped. "You should never have doubted me."

"Convince me."

She deftly maneuvered herself so she was above him again. She ripped their clothes off and proceeded to take up the gauntlet.

She welcomed him into her body and heart with deliberate thoroughness. "Don't think." She slid down onto him until they were skin-to-skin. "Just feel." She met his challenge with each undulation of her lithe body.

He met her halfway, his upward thrusts punctuated with soft apologies and candid declarations.

"I love you," she echoed until they were both breathless with urgency.

Smooth, graceful motions progressed into irregular, jerky movements until, first he, then she reached the pinnacle of pleasure and crashed into waves of satisfaction.

They stayed wrapped in each other for a long time.

"I suspect this won't be the last time we disagree on something," he said quietly. "But I have a feeling that if things always end up like this, everyone wins."

She couldn't agree more.