Peter

Her face was too shiny, her pores too large, and one of her blue eyes seemed higher than the other. Her hair was too bright, and her uniform was too tight. Her curves weren't really curves, more like odd bulges. Her skin was too tan and her teeth were ever so slightly crooked.

She smiled at me brightly. "What can I get you, sir?"

I tried to smile back but I was damn sure it came out as more of a grimace – her scent was distractin', too much perfume.

"Just a cheeseburger."

The woman – Laura, her name tag read – bobbed her head and rang it up, before steppin' back to grab a wrapped cheeseburger off of the metal rack behind her and puttin' it in a brown paper bag for me. She gave it a twist and held out her hand for my money.

I gave it to her in a (human) flash. I wanted to get the fuck outta here and back to my Bella.

I didn't know whether they had 'Mom Mondays' or somethin' but the crowd in McDonald's was practically all women and they all scared the crap out of me.

None of them were as pretty as Bella. None of them had bodies as perfect as Bella's. None of them had voices as sweet as Bella's. None of them – and I mean none – had ta-tas as nice as Bella's, and there were more than a couple of young bits in the joint that I would have given the once-over in my bachelor days. Bella had ruined me, and I wasn't upset about it – not one bit.

I suddenly realised I'd been starin' at Laura. She was blushin' like fuck.

"You want my number?"

"Uh…"

We have Bella at home, you stupid fucker… Inner Peter reminded me ever so helpfully.

"No."

I was off like a shot, cheeseburger in hand. The things I did for love.

Sweet Bit greeted me as I exited. I jogged through the parkin' lot towards her, avoidin' the screamin' children that seemed to go hand in hand with fast food places.

My cell rang as I jumped into the cab of the truck – the ID read, Jasper.

"What's up, brother?"

"Bamb's drivin' me fuckin' insane!" He yelled, and in the background I could hear Nina Simone's Feelin' Good bein' wailed out.

I laughed, pressin' the cell between my shoulder and my ear and turnin' the key in the ignition. "Tell the girl she can't sing."

"Believe me," he growled, "I have. It's punishment for not tellin' her about Bella sooner. She's jealous of her or some shit – her emotions are all over the place."

I raised my eyebrows as I sped through town towards the forest roads. "Jealous of Bella? Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but my woman is fuckawesome."

I heard him roll his eyes, though it was difficult what with the girl scattin' loudly on his end. "Bamb thinks she's an ex or somethin'."

I snorted. "Your ex got fried right alongside mine. You tell her that?"

"Of course, Peter. Not quite sure she believed me though."

"Did it scare her?"

"A little. She'd be crazy not to be scared."

I smirked. "Or Bella."

"That girl had problems when it came to her own safety."

"Your girl has problems when it comes to hittin' the high notes."

"Fuck you, Peter," was his eloquent reply.

"No, thanks. Bella sees to that hourly for me. You gettin' laid yet?"

He put the phone down on me. I don't know why the fucker called in the first place.

I turned down the private road through a thick patch of trees that eventually led to the dirt track for the cabin. Once on that road it was only a matter of moments before I would see our place.

I spied the slopin' roofs of the two cabins and grinned when I saw Bella waitin' for me at the bedroom window. I pulled up outside the cabin with a smile and got out of the truck with an even bigger one.

I twirled my finger at her for her to turn around. She did so with a wink.

Minx…

I had no idea if she knew what I'd been doin' for the past half-hour, or what I was goin' to do next, but I carried on regardless.

I unbuttoned my jeans and shed them quickly, pullin' off my boots at the same time as the denim dropped around my ankles. The boxer shorts went next, endin' up inside of the truck on the front bench with my jeans, and my shirt went last, findin' itself slung across the hood.

I took the off-white Stetson Premier off the back bench and slipped it comfortably on the back of my head.

A quick peek at my reflection in one of the truck's windows told me my ass looked fine.

I took the burger off of the front bench and strode into the cabin, usin' my God-given swagger.

Bella was sat in the kitchen at the breakfast bar, waitin' patiently in one of my longer t-shirts, and as I walked into the room she turned to look at me. The way her eyes blew wide and blackened told me she had no idea what I had been plannin' – I internally thanked my (for once) silent 'gift.'

"I bring goodies." I grinned.

My ego blew to epic proportions as I watched Bella's eyes burn with naked lust as they raked my naked chest…my bare stomach…my twitchin' cock…all the way down to my unshod feet.

She swallowed heavily. "What kind of goodies?"

I took a step towards her, glancin' down. "Well, there's the best goody of them all…"

Bella licked her lips.

"And then there's the hat…"

Bella nodded, her eyes tracin' the wide brim appreciatively.

"And then there's this."

I placed the paper bag on the counter in front of her and she took a breath.

"Oh."

I couldn't resist a smug smile. "Doesn't smell good, does it?"

She shook her head. "No. I mean, it smells okay."

Smelt like shit to me.

Bella tentatively opened the bag and took out the wrapped dead meat. She immediately opened it up and inspected the plain bun, the browned patty, the small discs of pickle, and the bright colours of the condiments.

She took a bite.

Her face stayed blank as she chewed once, twice…and then she covered her mouth and murmured, "Remember that night with the shooting stars?"

I nodded. She'd looked beautiful out under the night sky, brilliant light flashin' in her eyes.

"Well, this was my wish."

I stared at her. "A burger?"

She nodded, swallowin'. "I just wanted something human to see…you know, if I still enjoyed it. I didn't believe Doucheward when he said everything tasted like dirt."

I caught her use of the past tense. "And now?"

Her face transformed, her expression every inch horror and disgust. "I should have wished for something else."

I laughed at her as she ran and spat the chewed food out into the sink, but I kinda loved her even more for bein' such a freak.

I approached her slowly as she washed her mouth out. "Ma'am…"

She froze at my deeper drawl, mid-clean, and I could practically feel the lust rollin' off of her.

I gently wrapped my arms around her waist, kissin' a trail up her neck. "My momma, before she died and left me alone, she told me to find a good woman and settle down. I found you, Bella."

"Do good women ask their men to dress up like cowboys?"

I leaned in and sucked her earlobe, mutterin' around it, "I don't know, and I don't fuckin' care."

I lifted her up and her long bare legs automatically wrapped themselves around me.

"What about the other way around?" She asked breathily.

I looked up at her, frownin'. She slipped the Stetson off of my head and onto hers.

"Want me to be your cowgirl?" Bella grinned.

I growled, thumbin' my bite mark on her neck and leanin' in to taste her sweet mouth. "I never want anythin' else."

Finis

Author's note: Yeah. That's it. Seriously, you can imagine this pair doing their thing for eternity – at least, that's how I see it (: I would like to thank every person who reviewed this, every person who read this, every person who rec'd this, and my boyfriend for not running away when I tried out some snappy lines of my own. It seems I can only write them. I love you all. Jasper and Garrett – 'The Heavy Weight of Stone' – soon… Peace.