AN: Sorry, sorry, sorry. I just don't know about this chapter. I have been fighting with it for almost a week now. I can't get it the way I want it but I can't just move on either…so enjoy …. Or not. At this point I just need to let it go. Fly free crazy zombie/werewolf chapter, fly free. (and in my mind it flies right into the window of an 18 wheeler)

Cowboy

The bunkhouse was a perfect place. Aside from the smell of cedar that I became accustomed to after the first hour and the hordes of kitschy knick knacks, it was more than I could ever have hoped for. By the end of the first day a small herd of horses, coats ragged and unkempt, trotted into the yard neighing and pushing at me as if I was a long lost friend.

"Well crap," snarled Peter in his unserious snarly voice. "I'm sleeping with the horse whisperer."

"Neigh." I laughed over my shoulder only to be joined by a chorus of whinnies and one long bray from my new found friends.

"They're damn lucky I saw a feed store not too far from here. I'm guessing you want to keep them too?"

Peter wore a frowning face but his eyes twinkled in the late morning sun. "I don't want to keep them but if they want to stay, I'm not averse to letting them keep Peppercorn company."

"Right," Peter huffed as he kissed the back of my head. Pepper immediately let out a challenging bray that was quickly echoed by furious whinnies and snorts as my new found herd of friends tried to warn off the big bad wolf. "Fuck!" But I could hear the humor in his voice.

"Maybe later after you get back with the horse chow." My sass got my ass smacked along with a kiss that had me clinging to Peter and trying to strip him bare.

"Hmmmm. Maybe later after I get back with the horse chow."

"Jerk!" All I got in response was a happy chuckle as Peter led Pepper off toward what was left of the town.

While Peter was gone I prepared a little surprise of my own. I had been holding on to something he said for over a month now and today, yeah today was the day I was going to make his fantasy come true.

I still remember that night back at the Other's town with a mixture of horror and complete and utter embarrassment. I had done a fairly good job of making myself look like an idiot but Peter not only stuck with me through my less than stellar moments, he seemed to enjoy them.

One thought made that warm curl take over my lower body; well two if you count the whole "mine" part of the evening because, damn, that had been so hot. No, what I remember most is the look on Peter's face when he said he wanted me to ride him.

Hell yeah! Giddy-up cowboy!

Now my seduction techniques are seriously lacking. I could count them on one finger, yeah not that one, if I included my mad fumbling in the back of the van. I'd love to think it was my suave moves that got into Peter's pants but even my ego called bullshit on that one.

I set up the candles all around the larger bedroom that we had picked as our own, waiting to light them until I saw Peter coming down the lane with Peppercorn. I turned the covers down, pulled out the small partly used tube from the side drawer, and pulled on my cleanest outfit.

Which I then removed.

I thought about meeting him on the porch completely naked but figured with the amount of snow on the ground I wouldn't look that impressive by the time he came around that final curve of gravel. Blue and frozen was not a good look on me.

My second option was on the bed waiting for him. I flopped down on the mattress and tried to figure out what would be the best "sexy come hither" pose as I waited. And waited. And waited.

There are four hundred and sixty-two nails in the ceiling of our bedroom. Yeah, it was a long wait. I didn't quite keep my eyes open for all of it.

The next thing I knew Peter was straddling me, running his tongue up my body from my navel to the tip of my chin in one continuous stroke. I arched back to give him the best possible angle to continue his assault on my skin.

"I wanted to surprise you." My hand curled around the back of his head and I pulled him in for a kiss. "I had a whole seduction scene planned out."

"Stiles," he laughed sending a warm puff of air skimming along the fine hairs above my belly. "Consider me seduced."

"I wanted to make you fantasy come true."

"Hmmmm…you got me blond bimbos and whipped cream."

"Asshole!" Letting his head fall back, Peter laughed loud and deep. It was one of the most carefree sounds I had ever heard him make. My heart did its double beat as the words I wanted to say fought at the edges of my lips to spill out into the open. I held them back not wanting to jinx this moment, not willing to face the possibility they wouldn't be returned.

"How do you want me Peter?" I asked trying to sound as desperate for him as I felt. I loved the feel on his touch, the way his tongue traced each plain of my chest, the stroke of his body as it entered mine. God, I just loved HIM.

There was a look of confusion in his eyes for just the briefest of seconds before his mouth split open in a wide grin with a hint of fangs and a flash of red glow in his eyes.

"I want you to ride me, your head thrown back and the only sound leaving those delicious lips of yours is my name as I pound up into you until you come from riding me alone."

"Me too. I want that too, Peter."

Kissing a partly wolfed out, horny werewolf was a new and arousing experience. Peter's eyes stayed a wild red as he licked and gently nipped his way into my mouth, tracing every contour, before moving down my body. I could feel the sharp points of his fangs but they only etched across my skin with the finest of caresses.

His claws left trails of reddened lines across my flesh that fell just on the right side between pleasure and pain. I arched my back, exposed my throat, and splayed my legs in invitation. By the time Peter worked his way to my hips I was a trembling mass of overly stimulated nerves; my body tingled and the most coherent sound to leave my mouth was a mangled 'yes' as he slid his tongue over my slit and took me deep.

You would think that I would be worried with fangs as sharp as Peter's near parts as sensitive as those. Yeah, maybe, if there was anything left upstairs that COULD think at that point.

When I felt his first finger pressing against me I lifted my hips, thrusting to meet him. The lube had barely begun to warm inside my body as I begged for a second. After that I was a twisting gyrating bundle of need. I fought my way off the mattress, pushing Peter until he was prone on the bed with me straddling his hips.

"Peter, you fucking amazing." I breathed into his mouth as I kissed him while letting him guide me into position.

"Stiles," came his broken reply as he thrust shallowly up into me. Through half-lidded eyes I watched as he unraveled beneath me, came apart under my hands and hips as I lifted and lower myself, driving him a little deeper with each push.

Peter's wolf features melted away like the last snow in the heat of the approaching spring. Human eyes met mine with a vulnerability he had never shown before. His fine fingered hands clutched my hips and drove me down on him with increasing speed as he thrust up into my body with barely contained werewolf need.

I let my head drop back, curved my spine just a fraction and with the next thrust saw stars as Peter found that perfect angle. Everything, every pour, cell, and molecule of my body tightened and I managed a desperate "Peter!" as I came.

It took a while for the stars to clear and for me to relearn how to breathe. Blinking away the last darkening nova I found Peter leaning over me, a tender smile gracing his handsome features.

"I…" Teeth clicking together, I stopped myself just in time.

"You?" Peter questioned as he pulled me closer and tucked me into the curve of his body.

"I wouldn't mind doing that again." Good save I congratulated myself. Pats on the head all around.

"How about now?" I could feel Peter's length against my back.

"Werewolf stamina…gotta love it." I laughed as he rolled me back over and claimed me again.