A/N: Finally had time to sit down and write, and this is what I came up with. About halfway through, my other half requested something rather specific to be included in one of the chapters, and it just so happened to fit in with what I was already writing in this one. Well, hopefully it did. Lol. There may be some recognisable lyrics in here, not a written-out song, or even a sung song…just…well, you'll see. A little bit of silliness to make my woman smile, cause you know, I fucking love to do that.

FAIR WARNING, there's some sexy smexy in this chapter (also requested by my woman). Maybe a lot. -shifty- Though you do have her to thank for the lack of a cliffy in this one, she told me off after the last chapter, LOL.

Oh, and I'm sorry for not replying to reviews for the last chapter. FFn was a bitch and wouldn't let me, kept saying that the review didn't exist. But rest assured, as always, I read and loved every single one of them!

Peter

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The text came through in the early hours of the morning. Jasper, his grin as wide as it was smug, having taken a selfie of himself with a comatose and naked human laid across his obviously naked self. If I'd have sent him pics of me every time I'd fucked Shelby, he'd have a phone full of them by now.

"He looks like he's enjoyed himself," Shelby commented when I showed her the picture.

"If by that you mean well and truly fucked, in all the good ways I might add, then yes. Yes he does."

"So….who is he?"

"A pain in my fine ass," I joked, holding a deliciously naked Shelby to my equally naked (and delicious, if I may say so myself) self, "My sire. Jasper Whitlock. One of the baddest mother fuckers to ever walk this earth. Turned into a pussy ass doughnut who only eats animals and carries his wife's shopping bags while she totes his balls around in her purse." I studied the pic again, beyond happy that he's finally met his someone, and kicked the midget to the curb, "Well…maybe not so much anymore."

"Ah, Stefan," she intoned, sounding all wise and shit.

I gave her my best 'WTF?!' look as I replied to Jasper's text.

'I thought we had the talk about playing with your food?'. Sent; take that Moo Muncher.

"What the fuck?" I asked, you know, just in case the look hadn't got my point across.

"Stefan? Damon? The Vampire Diaries?" She looked at me incredulously when I looked blankly back at her, "And you claim to be a vampire."

"I am a vampire," this shit was getting old.

"Whatever, Fangless. Anyway, Stefan ate from animals because he didn't want to kill humans, even though it made him far weaker."

"That's about right, actually. Animal blood tastes like dirt and makes us weaker. But Jasper's all about preserving the human's these days…still…now that he's fucking one…"

She hit my chest, squealing when it hurt her more than it hurt me, "Fuck, you're hard," she almost smacked me again when all I did was waggle my brows at her, "You're fucking one too, remember?"

"How could I forget?" the moment turned surprisingly tender, not something I had experienced before, as I gently smoothed my fingers through Shelby's hair, and got all mushy as I stared into those huge eyes of hers, "It's so much more than that, you know that, right?"

She melted, and the look she got on her face made me feel all kinds of warm, apparently, Jasper isn't the only one that's turned into a pussy.

"I know," she assured me, her voice a soft murmur, "I wouldn't have stuck around otherwise, my Cowboy Kidnapper."

I kissed her nose, cause that's what my pussy ass does now, and then her lips. Things were starting to get that special kind of dirty interesting when my cell chirped again, and Shelby picked it up off the bedside cabinet.

She laughed, making her tits jiggle, and showed me the phone. I'd rather stare at her tits.

"You were licking windows?" She asked, still laughing, and bringing my attention back to the cell.

'Says the bastard finally licking pussy instead of the window, you great fucking hypocrite.'

"I never licked any fucking windows," I was laughing too, mostly because when Shelby's happy, I'm happy.

'One word: bushwhacking. Need a toothpick?'. I was already laughing before I even finished writing it, let alone sent it. He had no idea that I knew all about Alice's overgrown nether regions.

Now I know why Yoda told me not to send that machete to him last Christmas.

'That's more than one word, Stalker Boy. And no. So fuck off.'

I threw my phone across the room and onto one pile of clothing or another, and then threw myself back on top of my woman.

"I believe there was somethin' said about lickin' pussy?"

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"Peter?"

"Yeah, Darlin'?"

I was a little distracted, working on making my lovely lady disappear from the human world the contemporary way. Thank you, internet, unlimited funds, and a whole lotta hours to fill with something. Learning my way around computers and the like seemed like a good way to go when they first popped up. And now? Well, it pays to stay current.

"Why haven't I seen you in the sun yet?"

Ahh.

"Cause we ain't been out of bed long enough?" I wasn't stretching the truth or lying, hell we were still in bed.

The other difference in venue we'd had in the past couple of days was the bathroom. I'd brought Shelby breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed, plus snacks. Hell, I was sitting in the bed with my laptop, and my woman snuggled into my side.

"Peter," she drew my name out, tapping on my pecs as she tried to get my full attention, "I wanna see you in the sun."

See, one of the things that I love about my woman, is that she's obviously not stupid. She's latched onto this sunshine thing and ain't letting it go. Now I know that there's no way in hell that she's gonna believe that I'm a fuckin' vampire if she ever sees me in the sun. Sparkling? Me no thinks so. However, I ain't living in a la la land where I believe I'm going to get away with never being in the sun. We're in Texas for fucks sake…and she's determined.

"Dance with me," I demand, completely out of the blue, and with the only hope that she'd get distracted.

Just a little while longer without her thinking I'm Tinkerbell. Please?

"You're holding back!" she answered, climbing off the bed, on the opposite side to me.

"Oh, oh," I shook my finger at her, shaking my head along with it, "Shut up and dance with me."

Shelby narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, and cocking her hip out as she stared me down. This woman…is my destiny. I swear.

"You were a victim of the night-"

"You kidnapped me in broad daylight!" she interrupted, laughing.

"-you're my chemical, physical, kryptonite," I quickly put a song on my iPod, not bothered what it was, as long as it had a beat. Helpless to the bass, I shook my naked ass at her as I made my way around the bed, "The lights fadin', Darlin'."

"Then we'd better make the most of it, huh?" she watched me, looking up and down as I made my ridiculous way over to her, "You're not going to distract me with your dangly man bits swinging about, Peter."

Dangly man bits. Oh, we were bound to get together, so very bound to get together.

She took my arm, I don't know how it happened, she yanked the curtain aside and I said.

"Just keep your eyes on me, Darlin', don't you dare look back," the sun was shining through and onto my hands, if she looked down she would forever think I could fart pixie dust, "I know you think I'm holding back…but, seriously, just shut up and dance with me."

With that, I pulled her to me, flush against me, and my manly bits weren't so dangly anymore. That familiar flash of heat in her eyes and I thought I'd bought myself a little more time. I felt it in my chest as she looked at me, we were so bound together now, bound to be together…

And then she pulled back, looked down, gasped as her hands flew to her mouth, and looked back up into my eyes.

Here it comes…

"You're a fucking fairy! I knew you weren't a vampire! You so have to tell me…light side, dark side? Or is it just that grey thing in between that-"

I did the only thing I could at that moment, I kissed the ever-loving shit outta her. We'd deal with this fairy shit in the morning.

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"Peter," she said softly, carefully.

I didn't answer her.

"Peter, baby, I'm sorry. Really, I am."

Maybe going for a hunt would be a good idea right then. Eat someone, maybe save some one, build a house. Something to get my man card back.

"Peter, please talk to me, I'm so sorry. Really sorry, I didn't mean to call you that…"

"You called me Tinkerballs, Shelby. Tinkerballs."

Tinkerballs.

…

…

…

Tinkerballs.

"I know, and I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you that."

"I'd believe you if you weren't still laughing."

"I can't help it, it's funny! But I really am sorry. Come back to bed, Baby?"

Yes, it was funny, hilarious even. If she'd called Jasper that, or anyone fucking else, for that matter. Then it I'd have been busting a gut right along with her. I heard the bed creak as she got up, and the light patter of her feet as she came closer, and then the heat of her hand as she tentatively rubbed it over my back. When I didn't move away from her, she wrapped herself around me from behind, talking against my shoulder blade.

"What if I apologised properly? Hmm?" she asked, and I perked up a little as her arms wound around my and began to descent.

"How properly?" Cause, you know, I didn't want to stay mad at her.

And my cock was definitely starting to listen. Which was good, since it had descended straight back to dangly land as soon as that name had left her lips.

"Directly," she purred, moving around me and sinking down to her knees, running her nose along my hardening cock, "Completely," she had my attention fully now, "Deeply," oh yeah, she just licked up along my shaft, "Thoroughly," I groaned as her hot mouth covered the head, that sweet tongue of hers swirling around just right.

Her hands started to do their own apologising, cupping my balls, making sure they didn't feel left out. She massaged them, rolling them in her palms and fingers right as she demonstrated that lack of a gag reflex that just made me love her all the more.

"Fuck, yes…"

Shelby, my cock sucking Angel as I affectionately called her, has a definite love and talent for sucking my dick. I thought I'd died all over again and gone to heaven the first time she went down on me. Having her on her knees before me, servicing me, the way she gives herself to me completely…well, let's just say that there ain't no feelings hurting anymore.

Shit, she just about swallowed my cock.

My hips jerked, and my Angel took it all when I forced it deeper, and I got to experience that fuckawesome feeling of her throat muscles constricting around me as she swallowed further. My hands were in her hair soon after. I gripped one handful, winding some around my other, and helped her up and down my length, growling all the fucking while. Those big brown eyes of hers stared up at me.

She's so fucking good at this.

"Just like that, baby girl," I snarled, knowing how much it makes her cream herself.

She likes the growly.

She worked me harder as I moved faster, fucking her mouth, I revelled in the feel of her, of her tongue, and slight graze of her teeth. Of the warmth and wet and those humming sounds of pleasure that she makes as she pushed me closer and closer. Fuck, there's no warning her, I knew that she wants it. Says I taste sweet. But she knew, she always does, knows me so fucking well already. And when I came, I came hard, and she swallowed it all. Those vibrating moans drew out the pleasure, made my knees weak, and had me groaning out her name.

She looked so pleased with herself when she drew back, licked her lips, and smiled up at me.

So fucking beautiful.

"C'mere, Darlin'," I pulled her up gently, holding her in my arms, nuzzling her throat.

"So, am I forgiven?" she asked, a little breathless, and allowed her head to fall back, opening her neck up to my now questing tongue as I licked over the mark I'd given her that first night.

"Hmm…I'm not sure," I hedged as I smiled against her skin and nipped just over her thrumming pulse, "But I sure know somethin' that'll make it right up to me."

My hands were on her ass, as per usual, only this time I pushed one finger down between her cheeks, and circled the never before explored back door.

She gasped, jumping slightly, but she didn't move or shy away.

"I've never…" she trailed off, but I knew what she was saying.

My little ass virgin.

"Mine to take," I rumbled, ducking down enough for me to be able to swipe through her sex, bringing the now wet finger up, and pressing it against her ass, slipping the tip inside her.

"Yours," she submitted, pushing back against the new intrusion.

"Dalrin'…"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I fuckin' love you."

Her reply was lost to a gasped out moan, one of my all time favourite sounds from her, as I quickly and surely pushed my finger inside her. Jesus Christ on a bread stick, she's tight there, not that I should've been surprised. Her legs went to jelly, and I held her up, carrying her back to the bed, and laying her down with her legs splayed, and me happily knelt between them.

"It feels…" she drifted off, undulating her body in a sensual roll, pushing herself further onto my finger, "…different…good."

Her eyes closed, bottom lip between her teeth, breasts pushing up and down, her breath was all kinds of less. She'd never looked so beautiful as she did right then. A carnal Goddess, all mine, and exploring something entirely new to her. While it never bothered me that I hadn't been her first, that I hadn't been the one to punch in her V-card, I was taking incredibly pleasure from the fact that I was the one that would be taking her anal virginity.

I leant over to the side of the bed, retrieving the lube I had stashed in the small draw of the bedside cabinet, and applied it liberally to my fingers. Then there were two inside her, drawing out a squeak, and flooding her pussy. My woman, my pain slut, she loves to feel the burn. Oh, the things I have planned for our eternity together. I started out gently at first, even if she does enjoy pain it doesn't pay to damage her, and scissored my fingers out, stretching her. Making her ready to take me.

My mouth was on her sex as I added a third finger, tasting her and listening as her cries began to reach their crescendo, easily fucking my fingers in and out of her, and then tasting the decadent sweetness of her orgasm as she finally peaked.

She was ready.

My cock was rock fucking hard as I applied the lube to myself, and it was a testament to my control that I managed not to give into my more primal needs and shove straight inside her. My entry was slow, but steady, groaning right along with her as her heat encompassed me in an oh so tight heaven.

"Fuck," I growled. So fucking good. "You alright, baby girl?" I asked once I was fully seated, rocking my hips gently, I leant down to take one of her rosy nipples into my mouth.

"Peter!" oh yeah, I love it when she moans my name.

"I'll take that as a yes then, Darlin'?" my voice was barely above a rumble, distorted by the animal inside me, and my first full thrust inside of her had us both crying out.

She pulled at my hair, and I let her drag me up to her mouth, accepting the kiss she gave me. One that would've been brutal had she been like me already. We began to move together, her legs wrapped around me, her feet on my ass, and my arms wrapping around her to gain traction on her shoulders. I pulled her down onto me as I thrust forward into her.

Every movement had me brushing against her clit, her nipples pebbled and hard against my chest, and me reaching depths within her that no other had ever gained. I knew I wasn't going to last long, but then neither was Shelby, her body already beginning to shake with bottled up need and impending release.

I broke my mouth away from hers, head reared back, desperately willing the venom out of the way, knowing that it still wasn't the right time for the change. And then my teeth were sliding through the delicate and so very soft skin of her neck, my lips latched onto her throat, and I growled against her flesh as she careened into a screaming climax. I wasn't far behind her.

Lapping over the mark, I was almost purring in contentment, now holding my mate and woman and Mine in my arms as we lay entwined together on the bed. Her fingers were in my hair, running through the blonde strands.

"Peter?"

"Yeah, Darlin'?"

"I fucking love you too."

Luckiest. Male. Ever.

E/N: So there you have it folks. Leave me some love!