DISCALIMER: I do not own Godric or anything else relating to True Blood. I do own Cat and Timothy. Got papers to prove it. (LOL JK.)

A/N: Thanks to SnowFairy24, crazychicalol, DarkAngel620, Ibleieveinhappyendings, and Frank Sanchez 125 for the comments!

Some short little notes:

FrankySanchez125- I must have re-written Chapter 5 about 7 times before publishing it! I want to get to the good stuff so badly, but I know I need to give my readers at least SOME history, lol. I will tell her what you said; she loves compliments!

DarkAngel620- If you do, good luck! You'll probably find yourself asking WWGD? (What Would Godric Do?) The whole time! Lol. I felt like finding Allan Hyde and Alan Ball, kidnapping them, and then forcing them to write Godric's POV for me…. Then keep Allan Hyde for myself. ^_^

Ibelieveinhappyendings and crazychicalol- Ask and you shall receive! Lol.

Enough chit-chat!

On with the story!

One week. That's how long it's been since Godric moved in. One week of Timothy being an uptight, controlling, asshole. It was becoming ridiculous. I felt as if I couldn't even breathe without his permission. Never had I been so happy for the Dallas sun. It meant I could leave the house without Timothy asking me a million questions, and then texting me the entire time I was out.

I had just finished grocery shopping and was putting away all the goods I had bought for myself. It was currently 6PM, and I had approximately two hours until Timothy and Godric were awake. Two hours to do whatever I wanted to do. No questions asked. It was beautiful.

So what do I do with my two hours of freedom? I wondered as I looked at the keys to the car in my hands. I decided I should go exploring Dallas. See what the city had to offer and what not. I got in the car and began my tour of the city for the next 2 hours, or at least, that was the plan. About half an hour after I began driving, I saw the sign...

I pulled into my driveway, giggling like a little schoolgirl. It was 7:26 in the evening, and I had about half an hour before my vampire housemates would be waking for the night. I had to move quickly. I carefully grabbed the box out of the backseat of the car, and quietly made my inside.

"Timothy is going to kill me." I said to myself, giggling with new excitement. I opened the door to my room and then quickly closed it behind me. Letting out a breath I was holding in as I heard it click shut. I had no idea why I was sneaking around as if my movement would wake them. You can't wake the dead when they sleep.

"Now, why would he do such a thing like that?" I heard a familiar accented voice question. I gasped loudly and turned around to my bed, careful not to disturb the contents of the box.

"What are you doing up? You should be sleeping!" I said in a hushed whisper. This was not part of the plan.

"I am an old vampire. I can rise earlier than most." He stated simply, his eyes not leaving the box in my hands.

"What is inside the box?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. I looked down sheepishly and slowly shuffled over to my bed.

"Well, I went driving around Dallas while you were sleeping. I was bored…" I told him, setting the box next to him on the bed.

"Go on." He said, looking up with amusement in his eyes.

"And, well, I was driving, and I saw a sign…" I told him, giving him an innocent smile.

"And what did this sign say?" He pressed.

"Puppies for sale." I said in a quiet voice, giving him my best innocent look and biting my bottom lip. He stared at me for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed. Like, really laughed. I couldn't help but laugh with him. It was contagious.

"May I take a look?" He questioned, motioning to the box that contained the puppy after he stopped laughing.

"OH! Yeah! Of course!" I said dumbly, opening up the box and lifting out the puppy.

"Godric, meet Butterball. Butterball, meet Godric." I said as I sat the puppy on his lap.

I wish I had a camera to capture this moment. Godric just sat there, completely still and unsure of what to do with it. Butterball just gazed up at him happily, completely oblivious to Godric's discomfort. The scene was comical.

"Butterball?" he finally said after a moment, and timidly patted him on the head. Butterball started wagging his little tail furiously at the gesture.

"Yup! Isn't he cute?" I asked excitedly.

"What is he?" Godric asked, stroking the little puppy once more.

"He's a Corgi! I always wanted one, but we had no time to care for a dog. I figured, since I'm not is school or working, yet at least, I had plenty of time to care for a dog now!" I told him, removing the box from the bed and sitting down where it was.

"You are looking for a job?" Godric asked, his body relaxing more as he got used to the little tan and white Corgi in his lap.

"Well, I wasn't. Then, when I went to the pet store with Butterball to get supplies for him, I saw they were hiring. I sent in an application." I told him, cooing as I said Butterball's name. We sat in silence for a while. The only sound was the puppy's panting and occasional yap when one of us stopped petting him for to long.

"Why would Timothy be so mad that you bought yourself a dog?" Godric questioned.

"He's been very, uptight, lately." I said, trying to hide the annoyance in my voice.

"I did tell him he could relax more. He does not have to be someone else in my presence. I wish for him to be himself. I can tell it stresses you." He said, giving me a small smile. I just stayed quiet. He had talked to Timothy? For me? That was really…sweet.

I stood up to get the bag of pet supplies I had bought earlier. I sat back down and dug through the bag, finding the collar I had bought for Butterball. It was a simple nylon blue collar, nothing fancy since he would grow out of it in a few months. I quickly attached his nametag with my phone number onto it.

I leaned over to where Butterball was still on Godric's lap, enjoying the rhythmic stroking from Godric. I clipped the collar around his little neck. It was way to lose and I had to adjust it. I was completely aware of Godric's eyes on me, and how close our faces were. I tried to tighten the collar as quickly as I could, but it being a brand new collar it was harder than it should be.

"Having difficulties?" He muttered in my ear. His voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Shut up." I said whispered playfully, finally adjusting the collar to a proper size. I glanced at his face, locking eyes with his. Up close they were even more gorgeous. The perfect shade of blue, mixed with the most stunning shade of green I had ever seen. I started to lean back to my original sitting position, when I felt his arm go around my waist. I felt my heartbeat quicken as Godric lifted Butterball up off his lap, setting him on the bed, pulling me onto his lap at the same time, with almost no effort. Not once did I break eye contact or resist him. I felt absolutely no urge to.

I had no idea how long we stayed like that, me straddling him, his hands resting on my hips. I was vaguely aware that Butterball was currently rolling around on my bed, trying to get his new collar off. It was probably only a few seconds, but I was lost in his eyes. All of the sudden his lips were on mine, strong yet timid. He was waiting for my reaction. I immediately re-turned his kiss, our lips molding together. He licked my bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entry. I eagerly parted my lips, and wished so badly that Butterball was not in the room. His kiss was like pure sex. I quickly got lost in it, our bodies moving against each other. I pulled back to catch my breath, and I figured that would be the end of our fun.

Godric had other ideas though. He trailed kisses down my jaw, to my neck. He lightly nipped at the sensitive skin where my neck met my collarbone. I gasped at the wave of pleasure that washed over me and grinded against the bulge that had formed in his pants. I heard what sounded like a growl, and suddenly he had me under him, my legs wrapped around his waist. At first I thought it was Butterball, angry over the lack of attention, but then soon realized it was Godric who had growled. I was brought out of my thoughts as I felt Godric nip my earlobe and thrust his hips against me. I arched into him, cursing the fact that for whatever reason, our clothes were still on.

We were back to making out fiercely, and I was unable to comprehend anything that was going on. All I knew was that I wanted him like no one else, and from what I could feel, he wanted me to. All of the sudden though, he stopped and pulled back a few inches, as if he had heard something.

"Timothy is waking." He said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "What do we do with the dog?" He questioned.

I groaned, not wanting to do anything but, well, him. I went to sit up, but realized Godric pretty much had me pinned.

"Well, first, you need to get off me. Unless, you want Timothy barging in here with us like this." I said smirking at the thought. Godric reluctantly stood up, not making any attempt to cover the bulge pressing against his pants, which surprised me for some reason. I had Godric pegged as a reserved kind of guy. The fact that he was so comfortable with the fact he was sporting a hard-on in front of me was…weird.

I looked over at where Butterball was, and couldn't help by laugh. He was curled at the foot of my bed, his head resting on his paws with a look I could only describe as a pout.

"Aw, come here little guy." I cooed to him, reaching my arms out to him. He quickly perked back up, wobbling across my bed to me. I picked him up and cuddle into him.

"You are just to cute. Yes you are." I said, kissing his little nose. It was then that Timothy barged into my room angrily.

"WHAT did you DO!" he yelled, glaring at Butterball.

"You want the long or short version?" I asked, setting Butterball in my lap. Timothy turned to look at Godric, his expression softening.

"I am so sorry, sir. I'll have her get rid of the dog right away." He said apologetically.

"Uhm, excuse you? Who died and made you king?" I said angrily, cradling Butterball into my chest. Timothy was about to say something, when Godric cut him off.

"I do not mind the dog, Timothy. He's actually quite cute. We've been, bonding, while you slept." He said, glancing at me. All I could do was smirk in victory.

Timothy, on the other hand, was mad. Big surprise. Not really. He glanced between Godric and me suspiciously.

"Very well then, sir." Timothy said, shooting me a "We'll talk about this later" look. Godric glanced back at me, and actually winked at me before leaving also. All I could do was smile and wonder what I had just gotten myself into.

A/N: Go Google pictures of Corgi puppies! SO CUTE! ^_^

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Lol.

It was kind of random, but I liked it!