Title: Dear Book Part 3

By: Sully

Companion to: m'Petal's Love Entries 3

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Dear Book,

‘Ey, mate. Bet you’re surprised to be ‘earin’ from me again so soon, aren’t you? Figgered I’d ferogt all about you, right? Well, I’s didn’t. You’re m’one truest friend, Book. I’s can tell you anythin’ and you never tease me or ‘old it ‘gainst me like some of the blokes does.

Now, I’s not sayin’ you’re better than them, o’course. Just different. And that’s why I’s been tellin’ you ‘bout what ‘appened with m’Petal. Know you won’t be chatterin’ ‘bout it like a soddin’ old biddy.

Right, then. So where was I, Book?

Oh, yah. We was snugglin’ on the couch, me and ‘er. ‘Ad us some ‘ot choccy, then spent us a good long while just relaxin’ each other with some sweet-smellin’ lotion my special girl ‘ad brung with us. Was right nice, that.

Didn’t take long before the relaxin’ turned a bit... unrelaxin’, if you knows what I’s means, Book– and I think you do.

‘Ad another little moment when I was there above ‘er, buried deep and yearnin’ for even more where I wondered if’n we was doin’ the right thing. Thought it might make things ‘arder or more complicated or somethin’. But it was too late for turning back. My teeth were out, all sharp and ready, and Petal was makin’ the sweetest sounds I’s ever ‘eard, and... pushed the worries away, I did. ‘Ad to. Knew I luved ‘er more than just ‘bout anythin’. Knew I’s didn’t want ta ever ‘urt ‘er. But most of all... I’s knew that if’n I stopped then, I’d likely miss out on one of the best things there could ever be in m’life, you knows?

So I’s didn’t stop, Book. Couldn’t. Slowed down a bit, though, and looked into ‘er wide eyes. Told ‘er ‘ow much I luved ‘er, told ‘er ‘ow glad I was to ‘ave ‘er in m’life, in my ‘eart... and ‘ow lucky I felt to be in ‘ers, too. And then... then I’s pulled my ‘ead back and I struck.

Went in all fast but smooth, too. My ‘ips thrust in time with m’teeth, distractin’ ‘er from the sharp piercin’ at ‘er throat an’...

Bloody ‘ell.

I’s can’t even begin to tell you ‘ow bloody wunnerful it was to ‘ave that with ‘er for the first time. Feelin’ ‘er flowin’ through me all rich and thick, fillin’ me just as I filled ‘er. It was like... jumpin’ offa a cliff, Book, and findin’ all sudden-like that I ‘ad wings.

Don’t know if’n that makes sense to you, but I’s can’t explain it any better. It was shockin’ and stunnin’ and altogether the right thing to do. Knows that now, I does.

Almost passed out for a minute there, but I’s managed not to, endin’ up layin’ next to ‘er and ‘oldin’ ‘er to m’side. Think whoever was in the next suite over must ‘ave ‘eard me purrin’ right through the walls, but don’t tell m’Petal that, right? Poor pet would be blushin’ all kinds of red at the notion that someone might ‘ave ‘eard ‘er cryin’ out and beggin’ for release. Doesn’t bother me a bit knowin’ they ‘eard me, o’course. Like I’s told you, mate, I’s a big sap where m’Petal is concerned. Can’t ‘elp it and don’t want ta. Wouldn’t change a thing. Not for the world.

So’s we laid there, dozin’ off and wakin’ up ta repeat the experience over and over. Can you blame us, Book? It was a bloody brilliant thing to ‘ave even once. Nothin’ wrong with wantin’ more of a good thing, right? Right.

In the mornin’, once we was ready to crawl outta bed and clean ourselves up a bit, I’s smiled at ‘er a way I’s never done before.

M’eyes locked on ‘ers, then slid to the mark on ‘er neck and I knew for real and certain-true... m’Petal really was m’own. At least a little bit, and much more than she’d been before. Was bleedin’ wunnerful to know, that was.

Still is, if I’m gonna be ‘onest.

Things ‘ave changed a bit; I’s not goin’ to lie to you, ‘ere. But alla the changes ‘ave been for the good, far as I’s can see. Whatever was goin’ on with my Tis and m’Petal seems to ‘ave sorted itself out, and that’s for the good. ‘Ated feelin’ all torn while they was bein’ more combatants than sisters. Never told either of them ‘bout feelin’ that way, though. Figgered they ‘ad enough goin’ on.

Don’t matter now, though, b’cuz everythin’s goin’ right good. I’s can’t even begin to complain, Book. I ‘ave m’Mates, m’Petal, m’family...

Yah. I’s got nothin’ to complain ‘bout at all ‘less’n it’s that things are goin’ TOO good, but... nah.

Guess I needs ta get runnin’ now. ‘Ave a date with m’Petal in ‘alf an ‘our and I wants ta wear that suit again. Seemed ta like that, she did.

Later, Book.

Your Friend,

~Sully

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