I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Four:
Chris carried me to the shower. I wasn't confident that my legs would actually work, so I wasn't about to complain. Peter caught up with us.
We didn't say much as we washed our bodies. Chris kept looking at me with his smoldering eyes. It was unnerving. He took his time washing my body. Peter washed and conditioned my hair.
There was an intimacy there that I wasn't expecting from them. They treated me like I was delicate. Right now, I reveled in it. I'm not so sure how I'll feel about it later.
"You were so good for us." Peter cooed. I look up at him with a little smile. "Everything we could ask for. Such a good girl. Our good girl." My cheeks warmed with the praise.
"He's right, baby girl. You were perfect. I couldn't have asked for better. If this works out, I promise that you will always be satisfied. We want nothing more than to take care of our baby girl." Chris agreed. I nodded, unsure of what I could say to add to that.
"What sounds good for to eat, darling?" Peter asked me. I realized that I was starving. I shrugged.
"Pizza," I suggested, saying the first thing that came to mind. "And chocolate," I added. Peter chuckled.
"That does sound good, Christopher." He agreed.
"Pizza it is. And I happen to know that Peter makes brownies that are to die for." He teased. My eyes widened.
"I hope you're not kidding. Brownies sound amazing right now." I said, already daydreaming about the chocolatey goodness.
"I would never." Chris told me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He kissed me, before turning his attention to Peter.
"If I make them, can we eat them off of you?" Peter asked in a voice that was pure sex.
"As nice as that sounds, I cannot go again. You wore me out." I declined. He just chuckled and pulled me into his arms. His lips touched mine and I melted into it. He kept it slow and gentle.
"I'm glad you're satisfied, kitten." He said, smirking at me.
"Very," I assured him.
I lounged with Chris and Peter in the bed. I was back in their shirt and my underwear. I was laying on Chris' chest and he was running his fingers through my hair. Peter's hand was rubbing my stomach, as he draped himself over us both.
I can't remember the last time I was this content. The brownies were cooling and the pizza was coming. We were watching Scream 2, since we all enjoy 90's movies and horror.
"This is nice." I whispered. Peter pressed a kiss on my hair in agreement.
"You're welcome at either of our homes to recreate this, whenever you like, baby. It doesn't have to be sexual. We can just do this." Chris told me. I smiled into his chest.
"Thank you. I appreciate that. I'm sure I'll take you up on your offer. After I've known you longer, you'll probably be allowed at my place, too." I admitted.
"I look forward to it. I can't wait to see you in that bathtub of yours, covered in bubbles." Peter purred.
"Don't do that voice right now. My libido can't take it." I teased. Chris let out a deep belly laugh.
"She already has you figured out, Peter." Chris teased.
"You say that like it's a bad thing, Christopher. I see no downsides to it." Peter seemed indifferent.
The doorbell rang and Chris paused the movie. We all got off of the bed and headed to the living room. I'm starving.
"Kitten, can I have a kiss?" Chris asked me, as Peter opened the door. I stood on my tiptoes and obliged. I pressed my lips to his, intending on giving him a quick kiss, but he had other plans. He coaxed my mouth open and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I gasped and moved mine against his. His hands slid down my back and cupped my backside.
I heard a pained groan behind us and I broke the kiss. Chris nibbled on my neck as I tried to find the source of the noise. I saw a smirking Peter and a very uncomfortable looking pizza guy.
I blushed and stepped away from Chris. I raked a hand through my hair and tried to get myself under control.
I felt eyes on me and looked up to see Peter and the pizza guy shamelessly checking me out. I glanced down and cursed, when I realized that I was just in an oversized Oxford shirt that wasn't even buttoned up all the way.
"Damn man, you don't even need to tip me. You're a couple of lucky bastards." The pizza guy exclaimed, still looking at me. I folded my arms across my chest, trying to cover some of the skin showing. Peter paid the man and looked at him expectantly, after taking the pizza from him. "Y'all have a good night." He said, finally leaving. I hid my face in my hands, mortified. Did that actually just happen?
"Oh my God," I groaned.
"If you were naked, you could have gotten the pizza for free, darling." Peter mused. I looked up at him, wide-eyed.
"That's not funny." I deadpanned.
"I wasn't joking, but I wouldn't do that to you." He teased.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I wasn't thinking about a potential audience, when I kissed you." Chris apologized. I nodded, still embarrassed. I don't blame him. It's just not an experience that I ever want to repeat.
"I'm not mad at you... I'm just embarrassed." I admitted.
"If it's any consolation, you probably made his week. Look at you, you're gorgeous. You had him ruining his pants." Peter said, trying to make me feel better. I felt my blush deepen.
"I definitely don't want to think about that." I shook my head.
"Fair enough, let's get you fed, sweetheart." Peter suggested.
After pizza, brownies, and wine, I was feeling better about the situation. We were all back in bed watching the movie.
"Will you let us continue to visit you at work?" Chris asked me, before pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
"If you behave, yes," I agreed. Peter chuckled.
"Of course, Lydia would accept nothing less."