I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Seven:

I took care, while I got dressed, thankful that Chris had actually helped me pack my things the night before. It gave me more time to focus on what to wear for Chris and Peter.

I had a lace, midnight blue lingerie set on underneath my clothes. I donned a matching dark blue long sleeved dress. It fit me like a glove and covered just enough of my thighs to be almost decent. I rolled Fisher thigh-high stockings up my legs, before attaching them to the garter belt I was wearing. I pulled on a dark pair of floral, over-the-knee high-heeled suede boots.

I took a deep breath and double checked my makeup. I had on a dark purple matte lipstick and perfected bedroom eyes. I looked like a pin-up girl. My hair fell in soft waves. I was nervous and my appearance was my way of trying to fake it, until I felt more confident. I hoped that it worked. I always feel so exposed around them.

"Are you almost ready sweetheart?" Peter asked from outside my bedroom.

"I'll be out in a second." I replied, shakily. I grabbed my leather jacket and my purse. Here goes nothing. I took another deep breath, before stepping outside. Chris' and Peter's conversation stopped, as soon as they saw me.

"Sweetheart, do you have any idea how difficult it will be to sit in the car with you and not touch you?" Peter asked, sounding pained.

"He's right, baby. You look good enough to eat. I can drive and Peter can eat you in the back seat to show you just how delectable you are." Chris groaned. His eyes were dark with arousal. I swallowed, thickly.

"Or we could just drive and not do anything illegal." I suggested, meekly. Chris chuckled, but Peter remained silent.

"What are you wearing under there, kitten?" Peter breathed, stepping closer to me. I backed up, until I was pressed against my bedroom door and his fingers were skimming the tops of my thighs. His hands slid under my dress easily and he explored the tops of my stockings and the garter belt holding them up.

"You both can undress me later. Don't we have somewhere to be?" I asked, quietly. Peter's hands moved to my backside and pulled my body against his. I could feel how hard he was. He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. I kissed him back, automatically. He rolled his hips against mine and I groaned into the kiss. His hand tangled itself in my hair and I let him dominate me. His lips were soft and persistent. He moved his tongue with practiced finesse.

"Baby, we should go, before we start something we can't stop. You wanted to get to know us better. Let's focus on that. Peter, let her breathe." Chris decided. Peter pulled away enough for me to pant against him.

"I'm sorry if that was too much, darling." Peter apologized. He looked like he had himself in control now.

"It's fine, daddy." I told him. He gave me a chaste kiss, before walking towards my bag near my front door.

"Do you have everything you need, baby?" Chris asked me. I nodded. "Are you alright?" He asked, like he didn't believe my response to Peter.

"I'm fine, just a little wet." I told him, with a little smirk. Peter chuckled and looked like he was reconsidering backing me against the nearest flat surface.

"Minx."

Peter ended up driving and I sat in the back with Chris. I was straddling his lap, as his fingers explored my garter belt. The look his was giving me told me that I had chosen my lingerie well.

"If you aren't comfortable with doing things in the car, sweetheart, we won't." Chris told me, in a low voice. I bit my lip and peered at him under my lashes, trying to decide what I was comfortable with. I was turned on, beyond belief, but I didn't want to have sex in a car. We were on the freeway. I was thankful that Peter's car had dark, tinted windows. "I would like to make you come on my fingers. Tell me what you want, baby. Whatever you decide is fine with me."

"Fuck, daddy," I sighed. "I... as long as it's not more than that... I want that, too." He moved his hand to my hot center and pulled my underwear to the side.

"You want my fingers, baby?" He asked me. I nodded.

"Yes, daddy," I breathed.

"Good girl." He praised me, before using his fingers to create delicious friction against my core. I cried out and I heard Peter swear under his breath. I turned and saw him readjust the mirror, so he could watch us. Chris moved me, so my back was to his front, giving Peter a better view.

"Isn't that a sight to see?" Peter grunted. I moaned, so Chris began to move his fingers, again. I could hear the traffic around us and it made what we were doing feel even more taboo. I was already close. I leaned my head back against Chris' shoulder, watching Peter watch us.

"Are you close, baby?" Chris mused.

"Yes," I gasped.

"Good. You gonna come on my fingers, baby? You gonna let Peter watch, as you come in public? Such a perfect girl you are for us. Such a slut for your daddy." His words were almost enough to get me there.

"Come sweetheart. Let everyone see you." Peter commanded. The thought of getting caught was too much. I cried out, as I came against Chris. He was whispering sweet nothings in my ear, but I was too far gone to hear them.

"Clean my fingers, baby." Chris told me, as he brought his fingers to my mouth. I did as he asked, before me moved me off of his lap. He maneuvered his body, so his face was in between my legs. His tongue lapped at my heat and I knew that I was a goner. I was already so sensitive. It didn't take long for me to reach my release.

Peter handed Chris a small towel and he cleaned me up, before wiping his face. I fixed my underwear, before climbing into the passenger's seat up front. I needed some distance to cool down. I leaned my head against the window and tried to catch my breath.

"No more sex, until we talk more." I told them both. They agreed without any argument, but I hadn't expected any.

"Fair enough, sweetheart. We're almost to the restaurant for our brunch reservations. We can start the conversation there, if you like. That way you'll have time to regain your wits about you." Peter suggested. I just nodded.

Something told me that this weekend was going to a whole lot of fun.