So this might be a bit more interesting as its not a tag to another chapter, but a chapter in itself. Yes, I have become the Riddler. Seriously though, I hope you like this one, I think my mini crisis of faith is over so the OCD may well return! This is for all those of you who've been kind enough to indulge my GSH obsession that little bit longer, in particular Becki and The Hollister who are possibly the worlds greatest and most loyal readers: ) If you ever wondered what happened in that three year gap I threw at you, then you should enjoy this...

Allie barely had time to breath as Pete pushed her against the door and covered her mouth with his, his hands moving under her jacket and up to run along the expanse of her back, bared by her strapless dress. They'd just been out for dinner for his birthday and were on their way to the Abby when Pete had decided he was a little over dressed for the pub and wanted to change. Rolling her eyes as his hands starting getting a bit more daring, Allie thought yeah, right.

"Mmm, Pete?" she mumbled against his mouth, trying so badly to pull away from him but when his mouth was moving like that, how the hell could she? "Baby, we have to meet the boys in 20 minutes,"

"I'm not going to lie," Pete whispered against her ear, needing her out of this dress. Now. "I'm not exactly thinking about the lads at the moment,"

Giggling against his shoulder as his lips began attacking her neck, Allie was tempted to just go into the flat and let him do whatever the hell he wanted with her, but remembering the 30-odd people on the roof, more than likely semi-drunk, she used every fibre in her being to push him away from her.

Pete frowned and looked at her as she shook her head, one hand on her chest trying to get her breathing under control. Her hair which was curled gently and clipped up was slightly askew from his hands and her lips were bee stung and turning red from the intensity of his kisses.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, reaching down and cupping her face.

"Nothing," she shook her head. "I just um," she shook her head, trying to clear the lusty haze she was in. Why did the man have to look so God damn sexy all the time? "I just thought I'd be nice if we went out onto the roof for a bit," deciding he was going to need a bit more convincing, she pulled at the buttons on his shirt suggestively and bit her lip.

"The roof?" Pete frowned and then leant down to kiss her shoulder. "You know there's a bed about 15 feet away,"

"Yeah," she smiled up at him. "I know, but I thought it might be nice…just the two of us up there, under the stars, maybe some wine and a blanket?"

"I thought you said we had to meet the boys in 20 minutes?" he grinned.

"We do," she nodded and then stood up on her tip toes, nipping his earlobe and then kissing her way down to his mouth. "But what I've got in mind should only take 10,"

Pete hissed and tensed up as her hand travelled that little bit lower on his stomach giving him no choice but to lean in and kiss her hard, following her in a slight daze as she pulled him up the stairs to the roof. Allie tried not to laugh but she felt bad leading the poor bastard up here on the pretence that he was going to get some and in reality that wouldn't be happening for at least four or five hours.

"Oi," he tugged on her hand and forced her around to face him just as they were approaching the last step. Meeting his eyes, she smiled as he leant down and kissed her, gently this time. "I love you, you know that don't you?" he whispered.

"Yeah," she whispered back, kissing him lightly. "I love you, too." She nodded towards the door. "Come on,"

Pete grinned at her, wrapping one hand around her middle and kissing the back of her shoulder as she pushed open the door.

Pete nearly jumped out of his skin at the loud cheer from the crowd of what seemed to be nearly all his staring back at him looking a little worse for wear. What the fuck was going on?

"Happy birthday mate," Dave shouted, raising his bottle of beer and winking at Allie.

"Shit," Pete laughed and shook his head. There were lanterns hung on the makeshift washing line creating a kind of candlelight effect, a table covered with food and what appeared to be an amply stocked cooler next to it. How the hell had they managed to do this behind his back?

"Don't look at us, son," Swill shook his head and pointed towards Allie with his beer. "It was all her,"

Turning to face the sly looking blonde, Pete raised his eyebrows at her and grinned.

"What?" she shrugged innocently, happily excepting the mysterious looking cocktail Ike handed her.

"You cheeky sod," he laughed, obviously referring to the lengths she had gone to to get him up here. Oh, he'd be getting her back for that later. Pulling her to him, he bent down and kissed her quickly, smiling against her lips.

"You wouldn't have me any other way," she winked taking a sip of her drink and almost choking when she realised that it was mostly vodka.

"How did you even get hold of all these people?" he asked her winking at Benjamin who was over by the cooler chatting up a pretty brunette and giving Pete the thumbs up behind her back.

"I had a little help there," she smiled over Dave's shoulder at Bovver who had just immerged from the crowd.

"You and Bov did this?" he asked, hoping the shock wasn't as evident on his face as it was in his voice. Bovver and Allie together…now that was just fucking weird.

"Oh yeah, we're the ultimate tag team," Bovver nodded at her, sending her what she was genuinely shocked to see was a smile. Truth was the last few days of getting this ready behind Pete's back had been pretty fun; Bovver had told her all the stories about when they were growing up together and God help her, she'd actually found herself getting to like the guy.

Walking over and pulling Bov into a hug, Pete grinned and clapped him on the back.

"Cheers mate," he told him and Bov knew he meant more than just the party; he meant the way Bovver had finally put whatever bullshit he had against Allie behind him and at least tried to get to know her.

"No worries," he smirked, pulling away and clinking his beer bottle against Pete's. "The only people we couldn't get were Steve and Shannon," he rolled his eyes. "Something tells me the missus wasn't keen to come out and play with the likes of us,"

Knowing that sad as it was that was probably true, Pete shook his head and took another sip of his drink, glancing around the rooftop and trying to work out who was who.

"Hey Pete,"

The man in question winced and shot an are-you-kidding-me look at Bovver who he knew had to be responsible for this. But seeing the look of shock on his mates face, Pete decided that maybe he didn't. Allie turned in the direction of the mysterious voice and raised her eyebrows at the girl who was eyeing Pete up like he was her next hot meal. The black mini skirt and overly tight red turtle neck vest she was wearing were bad enough, but upon seeing the diamante belt with 'Angel' written on it, Allie actually felt ill. Jack would have a field day with this girl.

Raising one overly plucked eyebrow at Allie, she licked her lips which had far too much gloss on them and reached out, trailing a hand up his arm.

"Happy birthday," she smiled sweetly.

"Uh," Pete frowned at her hand and shrugged it off subtly. "Cheers, Kim,"

Kim Stenbridge was one of those friend of a friend people, but the boys had never really been able to stand her on the grounds that she spent most of her time along with her best friend Georgie, who Pete determined thankfully with a quick scan of the crowd wasn't here, trying to get him into bed.

"Kim have you met Allie?" Swill grinned and then hid behind Ike slightly. It was like throwing a grenade at the poor girl and not waiting around to see the damage.

Turning her attention to the petite blonde girl in the deep purple strapless dress, Kim looked at her in disgust. It wasn't the first time she'd heard the name mentioned, everyone knew about the posh bird who Pete had been bringing down the Abbey, but Kim had always let herself believe that it was all a rumour. But now, standing in front of the girl who seemed to be the dictionary definition of stunning, watching how comfortable she was with the boys and how annoyingly, she seemed to be holding Pete's hand, Kim got pissed.

"Yeah," she smiled sweetly. "I've heard all about you," she looked her up and down. "Georgie mentioned you a few times,"

. "I don't doubt that for a second," Allie smiled at her, trying hard not to send her the same look of disgust she was receiving. Georgie's name hadn't really come up since that night in the Abby a few months back when they'd had that huge fight. To be honest, it wasn't something Allie really wanted to remember any time soon.

"Right, well," Kim looked back up at Pete and grinned. "Come find me later, yeah? It's been ages since we had a proper chat," winking at him, she cast one last glance at Allie. "Bye Amy," she called uninterestedly as she strolled away.

"Is she on drugs or something?" Allie frowned, still not taking her eyes of the brunette who was helping herself to an as of yet unopened bottle of vodka. "Seriously, I mean…what the hell is that thing?"

"Ah," Pete winked at her, letting go of her hand and draping his arm over her shoulders instead. "I wouldn't worry too much about her…she's just…" he shook his head. When it came to girls like Kim, there were no words.

"A complete skank?" Allie offered, raising her eyebrows.

"That about covers it, yeah," Dave nodded.

"Oi, birthday boy!" someone shouted from the crowd and Allie looked up to see a group of fairly scary looking blokes grinning in her direction. "Get over 'ere you tart!"

Pete laughed and moved towards them, frowning only when Allie let her hand slip out of his; turning to face her, he saw that she was smiling at him.

"You don't want a shadow all night," she shook her head. "They're your mates from school, go catch up,"

Pete regarded her seriously for a moment and then narrowed his eyes at her.

"How do you know they're my mates from school?" he asked.

"We spoke on the phone," she grinned, raising a hand and waving at them.

"Alright, Allie!"

Pete shook his head as the boys all responded to her. The girl was amazing…he'd give her that.

"So go on," she grinned, shoving him forward. "Piss off and I'll come find you later," she smiled when Lucy, Ike's little sister who was only a year younger than her, danced her way past the boys as what sounded to Pete like Kanye West started blaring out the stereo, grabbing Allie's hand and pulling her along with them.

Smiling at him one last time over her shoulder, Allie followed the small group of girls over to the makeshift dance floor space and shot the biggest grin she could muster at Kim who was stood on her own, pretending to text someone. Watching her appreciatively for a moment, Pete let his eyes wander down her body as it moved and suddenly wished that maybe she hadn't planned the party…he could think of much more fun things to be doing with his time right now.

"Come on, Dunham," Dave laughed, clapping him on the shoulder and steering him away from the girls. "It's already ten and you're still sober," he winked. "Let's see if we can't fix that, shall we?"

"Ugh," Allie groaned, throwing her fork onto the counter top and resting back against the stool with her hands folded over her stomach. "The rest is all on you, Dunham, I am officially done,"

Pete looked up from the huge mouthful of cake he's just eaten and grinned drunkenly at her; truth be told he'd started to sober up quite a bit, but not to the point where he had realised that trying to finish a birthday cake baked to feed 30 people wasn't the best plan.

"You can't quit on me," he told her, picking up the fork and shaking it at her. "Get back in here, I can't…" he hiccupped. "I can't deal with this on my own,"

"No!" she laughed, pushing the his hand away and watching as the huge blob of icing on the end flicked up and smacked him in the eye. They both sat in silence for a moment, before Allie burst out laughing, slightly worried that she might fall off of her chair.

"You think it's funny," Pete shook his head and scooped up a bit of icing on his finger before flicking it at her forehead. Immediately she stopped laughing and glared at him.

"You did not just do that," she shook her head.

"I think I did," Pete nodded, smirking at her and scooping up some more icing. "And you know what…" he got up and walked around the counter towards her, grinning when she shrieked and jumped up, running away from him, but he caught her just in time. Turning around in his arms, she giggled when she saw that he still had icing stuck to his face. Picking it off, she thoughtlessly licked it off of her finger and then caught the way his eyes got that little bit darker.

Oh boy…

"Allie," he looked at her, almost nervously as though he wanted to say something but couldn't. Not that she gave him the chance to anyway, because all of a split second later her mouth was on his, kissing him softly.

They pulled apart briefly staring at each other for a few seconds before Pete whispered the three words he only ever said to her and then all bets were off.

He kissed her so hard he worried for a moment that he might be hurting her, but the tightening of her arms around him and the not so gently moan that left her mouth convinced him otherwise.

Walking backwards blinding, Pete felt the back of his legs hit the edge of the sofa and let himself fall down, bringing Allie with him so that she was in his lap, straddling him on her knees. Gently kissing his way down her chin to her throat, he smiled against her skin when she let her head fall back, giving him greater access to her soft, creamy looking skin.

Suddenly, something occurred to her and she opened her eyes, trying to get her brain which between the combination of alcohol and lust was completely fogged working again.

"Pete?" she whispered, trying to desperately not to start moving like she wanted to. But his body underneath hers felt so damn good…

"I need you to um," she bit her lip when he trailed one hand up her bare leg exposed by her skirt. "Jesus, Pete,"

"What?" he whispered against her mouth, and she could feel the smug smile on his lips, as though he knew how much self control it was taking her to stop right now. Bastard.

"Ok, stop," she pushed him away from her and he leant back against the sofa, enjoying how flustered she looked as she ran a hand through her hair and tried to get her breath back. "Ok," she laughed, shaking her head. "I actually have something for you,"

"Yeah?" he raised an eyebrow at her and she smacked his chest.

"Stop it!" she laughed, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt and shaking her head. "I'm being serious," she stood up and brushed her dress back down, ignoring the colourful objections coming out of Pete's mouth. Wandering over to where she had stashed her purse, she was grateful that for the time being, the room seemed to have stopped spinning, frowning when she realised how pissed she had actually been, she made a mental note to ask Swill what the hell he'd been putting in those cocktails all night. Pulling the small blue and silver box out of her bag, she straightened the little bow on it and then rolled her eyes, knowing that the chances of any man appreciating the efforts that went into gift wrapping were slim to none.

Skipping back over to him, she sat on the edge of his coffee table and nudged his knee, pulling him back from the brink of passing out. Pete looked at her with a sleepy grin on his face and leant forward, determined to pull her back into his lap and at least attempt to finish off whatever it was they had almost started, but then frowned when she shook her head, instead shoving a small box at him.

He laughed, feeling more than a little relieved that it hadn't just been her way of escaping his clutches; glancing up at her as he took the box from her hands, he saw she was chewing nervously on her lip and frowned. Whatever she had gotten him would be fine, he knew it would because she knew him too well.

"Happy Birthday," Allie smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I uh, I didn't want to give it to you earlier in case we both got pissed and lost it somewhere…which is exactly what happened," she gestured between them and hiccupped lightly, grimacing when she could taste the remnants of the vodka jelly shots she'd been doing.

"Allie," Pete shook his head as he tugged at the small bow and lifted the lid off of the box. "You didn't have to get me-…"

He stared down at the contents of the box and actually swore in that second, his heart stopped.

Back when they had first started dating, they had spent an evening on top of the roof of Pete's flat lying on their backs, watching the stars and talking about everything from their childhood to where they wanted to be in 5 years time. One of the things that he had mentioned to her was that one Christmas his father had given him a limited edition England football sticker book and after that he and his father had gone out every Saturday morning and bought a pack of the stickers to try and fill it.

When Pete's dad had died when a few years back, he had collected every sticker but one. Geoffrey Hurst, the player who had first made him a Hammers fan. It was almost impossible to find, the series having been deleted about 13 years ago.

And there it was staring back at him, on the night after his 23rd birthday.

Number 6: Geoffrey Hurst.

Staring up at Allie, he was mortified when he realised that there were actually tears in his eyes. How the hell had she done this? He had looked everywhere for this…

"Oh shit," she whispered, catching the look in his eyes. "I got the wrong one didn't I?" she shook her head, her heart sinking. "That West Ham bastard told me it was the right one…"

"What?" Pete choked out, his voice sounding hoarse.

"Alan something," Allie shook her head. "Alan Curbishley…it was something weird, but he promised me…"

"You talked to the manager of West Ham FC?" Pete stared at her in amazement.

"Yeah, well I couldn't find it anywhere else and his wife was at one of our banquets a few weeks back, and she was really lovely so I phoned her and-…"

Allie was cut off as Pete's lips crashed down onto hers, his hands burying themselves in her hair. It only took her a second to start kissing him back and he moaned against her mouth, pulling her back into his lap and letting one hand drift down her arm, linking it with hers. After a long moment, he pulled away, smiling against her lips as he did so before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Staring down at the card in his hands, he laughed and shook his head.

"So it's not the wrong one, then?" Allie asked him, still sounding uncertain.

"No," Pete told her, resting his forehead against hers. "It's…" he laughed, shrugging, unable to form words at this point. "Allie, I can't believe you got me this, I mean this must have cost you a fucking fortune, not to mention I don't know how the fuck you tracked it down in the first place,"

"I sold my left kidney and had to sleep with all of the West Ham players," she joked, touching his face gently. "I just…I knew how much having this meant to you and luckily for me, a lot of people in fairly high places owe me favours,"

Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his, her heart jumping when one of his hands slid up her back and underneath her hair to cradle the back of her head.

"Happy Birthday," she whispered, pulling away and meeting his eyes.

"I…" Pete shook his head. "Thank you so much for this, you have no idea," he trailed off. That was the thing, she did know how much it meant to him, hence the reason she had dedicated the better half of last month tracking it down to give it to him.

Not knowing what else he could possibly say to her, Pete simply kissed her again, pulling her closer to him and moaning when this time, her body did start moving against his.

"Bedroom?" he hissed against her lips.

Allie nodded slightly, smiling when he stood up and pulled her with him, her legs around his waist as he carried her down the small hallway towards his room. Stepping into the room, Pete turned and pressed her up against the wall, his mouth trailing over her neck as he blindly felt for the zipper on the back of her dress.

Allie closed her eyes, biting her lip to keep herself in check as his hands travelled expertly over her body, knowing exactly which spots made her loose the ability to do anything except becoming a willing mass of trembling limbs in this arms. Biting his shoulder gently she heard him growl and knew that he was as close to losing it as she was. Opening her eyes, she moved to pull his mouth back to hers, but instead glanced over his shoulder and promptly pissed herself laughing.

Pete immediately pulled back from his girlfriend, wondering what the hell he had done to get that reaction; how had she gone from whispering things in his ear that made his self control practically non existent and begging him to keep touching her, to laughing her arse off?

Turning and looking in the same direction, Pete burst out laughing, turning back around to bury his head in Allie's shoulder so as not to make too much noise.

Swill was lying passed out on top of Pete's bed, his face covered in Allie's lipstick, his usual trainers replaced with a pair of her high heels.

"When the fuck did that happen?" Pete whispered to her, his eyes actually stinging from laughing too hard.

"No idea," she laughed. "But what's even scarier is that he looks better in those shoes than I do,"

Their eyes met and they started laughing even harder, both of them pressed against the wall with their hands clapped over their mouths, determined not to wake the sleeping man on the bed.

"So I guess that's our plans out the window," Allie rolled her eyes. "We're sofa bound, Dunham,"

Frowning, Pete knew from the state his body was already in that simply crashing on the sofa and going straight to sleep wasn't going to be an option for him. Or at least not an appealing one.

"What about the roof?" he smiled at her. "You were all for it earlier,"

"Yeah baby that was just to get you up there," she laughed. "I don't feel like getting done for indecent exposure on the night of my boyfriends 24th birthday,"

"That sounds like a challenge to me," Pete winked at her and then leant down, pressing a kiss on the spot right below her ear, flicking his tongue out and running it over the skin, knowing that always got her. Hearing her sharp intake of breath, he smirked against her skin before nipping it. "I want you so much,"

Allie bit her lip; she wasn't made of steel and Pete Dunham in a suit with his lips glued to your skin and his hands trailing over your body was something she defied any woman to say no to.

"Let's go," she grinned at him as he snatched a blanket off of the chair next to his chest of drawers and grabbed her hand. "Actually wait," she hissed and he stopped, his face fallen as he realised she had probably changed her mind. Digging through her purse which she had left on the dresser, Allie grabbed her camera and aimed it at Swill, the bright flash of light not disturbing him in the slightest as he snored loudly through his lipstick covered mouth. Turning to Pete who was leant against the door laughing at her, she put the camera back in her bag and winked at him before taking his hand again and dragging him out of the room towards the staircase that led to the roof.

"Now, we can go,"