Some of you asked for a second part, so here it is.

1 year later

Tristan parked his car in front of the small cottage and got out. He couldn't see any light. She was asleep. Well, it was past midnight already. Quickly he zoomed to the front door and unlocked it. The cottage was just as tidy as always and he picked up the sweet flowery scent. Her scent. He licked his lips and made his way to her bedroom. Silently he pushed the door open and looked at her. She was sleeping peacefully, wearing an oversized t-shirt and panties. Her soft breathing was rhythmic and her chestnut hair was spread out across her pillow. Slowly he approached the bed and leaned toward her. Finally, he had been looking forward to this. She sighed in her sleep when he touched her warm cheek.

"Cassie?" he whispered and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She didn't wake up; he ran his fingertips along the line of her hair and gently parted her soft lips with his thumb. Dear Lord, he wanted her so much…

"Cassie? Wake up, sweetheart."

She didn't. He touched her arm and ran his fingers down it to catch her hand. Slowly he raised it to his lips and put one finger in his mouth, touching the soft pad with his teeth and tongue. Just a little taste… Her eyes opened when he pressed her fingertip against his fang.

"It's me," he said quickly. His face was normal again.

She blinked few times; her eyesight wasn't very good without her glasses.

"Tristan?" she murmured sleepily.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her.

"What…what time is it?"

"It's late," he replied and ran his hand across her ribs, caressing her waist and hip. "I'm sorry for not calling."

"That's okay. There's some lasagna in the fridge if you're hungry…"

"I think I want to skip straight to my dessert," he cut in. His hand moved to her thigh while he bent his head and touched his mouth to her neck. He wanted her badly; he had ever since he had kissed her the first time a year ago. He still couldn't really understand it; there simply was something about her… That something had made him to come back to this one pony town only a week later. He had needed to see her again.

Becoming her boyfriend certainly hadn't been his plan, but somehow that had happened. Of course it had required a lot of work; she hadn't been willing to believe that he was interested in her. She had thought that he was playing some kind of game with her. Perhaps that had been true, but it wasn't anymore. He wanted her. All of her. The whole thing was nothing but crazy, if anyone would know what he was doing…

"No, Tristan wait," she said when his fingers were reaching the edging of her panties. "I would like to talk."

"Go ahead, sweetheart," he hummed; his lips were still sucking her neck. "I'm listening."

"No," she said firmly and pushed him away. "I really need to talk."

He frowned when she got into a sitting position, turned on the light on her nightstand and picked up her glasses.

"This is important."

Reluctantly he nodded.

"Alright. What is bothering my beautiful lady?"

She blinked few times and hesitated for a moment before replying.

"I want to talk about us. I mean, we've been dating for almost 10 months and I… I want to know how you see our future."

"What do you mean?"

She sighed.

"I don't want to sound like a nagging girlfriend, but I've thought about this a lot and I would like to know are you serious with me?"

"Of course I am," Tristan replied. "Why would you doubt that?"

"Well, let's take this moment for example. You come here in the middle of the night after being gone for weeks and you expect me to immediately be ready to have sex with you."

He tensed.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry if you feel that I have been disrespectful, that certainly wasn't my intention, but I have told you what you do to me. I want you."

"And I have told you that I'm flattered. I'm aware that a man like you could get any woman he wants and I should be nothing but grateful for the fact that you want to be with someone like me, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't have any self-respect." She paused and crossed her arms. "Sometimes I feel that you only want sex and I deserve more than that. Despite of…everything."

"Sweetheart…" Tristan started and moved closer to her. "I'm truly sorry if I have ever made you feel like that. I don't want you to think for a second that I wouldn't respect you…"

"Then why haven't I ever met your sister or any of your friends? You think they would laugh at you for dating someone like me?"

"No! No, absolutely not. I have told you that my sister isn't… well and my friends… I don't really have friends. I have associates."

She sighed and shook her head.

"I'm sorry, but I just feel that you're embarrassed by me."

"I'm not," he assured. "Why would I be? You are beautiful."

He knew that she didn't see herself like that, despite of all his efforts. She was an outgoing and positive person, but she was also very self-conscious about her scars. The scars her first and only boyfriend before Tristan had caused her. He had carved the word "whore" in her flesh under her breasts. The sick bastard had heated his knife with a lighter just to leave her permanent scars.

Cassie hadn't wanted to show her upper body to Tristan, not even when they have had sex. She had always wanted to wear a top or a t-shirt. He had seen her completely naked for the first time couple of weeks ago. Perhaps that was the reason for all of this, she was feeling insecure and exposed. He always sent her flowers and gifts when he was away, but apparently she needed more right now. He leaned toward her and gently cupped her chin.

"You are beautiful, my love. Nothing is ever going to make me think otherwise."

She was blushing; he smiled and gave her a gentle kiss.

"Can we just sleep tonight?" she murmured. "I'm tired."

He nodded.

"Of course."

He stood up and stripped off all his clothes, except his boxers, while she took her glasses off and placed them on the nightstand. She made a small sigh as he got into bed beside her and gathered her to him. He drew her closer, twining his legs with hers. It didn't take long when her body relaxed and she slipped into sleep. This wasn't what he had wanted and his body wasn't pleased at all, but right now her needs came first. That was strange; he had never cared about anyone else's needs, apart from Aurora's. Cassie was a human; she wasn't supposed to mean anything to him. Yet she did. He sighed and held her tighter. He just wanted to keep her.