The crush of cars and people outside the club was crazy, and I realized for the first time that it was Friday night. Our car pulled up, and though no one knew who was in it, the phalanx of cameras turned to us, hoping for someone noteworthy.

"Matthew? Can you get on the other side of her? Only I don't want her to fall in those heels. The ground's pretty uneven out there, and those paps can be godawful rude, you know?" Teddy sounded concerned as we pulled up.

"Yeah. Yeah, no problem." Matty's voice echoed Teddy's, and he grasped my elbow before the car had even stopped.

The bouncers stepped up to open the doors, and a roar went up from bystanders and people waiting to get into the club when they saw who was in the car. Photographers pressed in to get pictures as Teddy stepped out and reached back to help me. I grasped his hand and stepped out, the flashes of the cameras nearly blinding me. I felt his arm go around my waist and carefully place me on the ground as Matty followed me, and a secondary roar erupted as he exited the car. Then he, too, put his arm around me, from the other side, much as Gethin and Teddy had at the hotel in Japan, and we followed the bouncers into the club, flashes going off nonstop all around us. The rope had already been unfastened by the time we got to the entrance, and we swept in, ignoring the numerous questions being hurled at them from all sides, the most often heard among them as far as I could hear being, "Who is she? Theo? Matty? What's her name?"

It wasn't any quieter in the club. The music was loud, with insane bass being pushed through huge subwoofers somewhere farther inside. There was a place to pay, but apparently my boys were beyond anything like that, and we were led straight to a table in a central location, a huge booth that would seat at least eight people.

It was packed, and easily one in every five people knew Teddy and Matthew. We couldn't get more than ten feet without someone calling out a greeting to the boys. The dance floor was huge, the bar long, the whole place glittering and beautiful. I had never been in such a place before in my life. It was gorgeous. Drinks and food appeared before us as if by magic, and friends of the boys filled the table in the same way. I was seated in between them, and was introduced to many people, but I couldn't really hear most of their names.

After about half an hour, Matty asked me if I wanted to dance. I nodded, kissed Teddy, and stepped out. We had danced for barely fifteen minutes when I felt someone behind me, touching me. I stepped away from the contact and turned around to see who it was, only to find Teddy smiling and reaching for me. He pulled me close so he could speak directly into my ear.

"You need to be more aggressive than that when a stranger touches you, Birdie, please! Don't just step away so he can do it again, you have to grab his hand and bite it or something, okay?" He looked at me and nodded. "Or at least tell the person you're with, so he can do something about it," he continued, nodding toward Matthew, who was watching and trying to listen.

"Bite him? Are you kidding?" I yelled back. "I'm not going to bite anyone!" I shook my head. "Come on, let's dance!" I continued, grabbing his hand.

So the three of us danced, so fun, getting so hot and sweaty. So many girls came and tried to join us, tried to intrude between the boys and me; I guess they figured that I couldn't be dancing with both of them. But they were wrong, I was, and time after time the boys just turned away from them, excluding them from our little triangle. Finally I needed a break, and signaled to the boys that I had to have a drink. We left the floor and returned to our table, which had been completely taken over. The three people in our seats vacated them when we returned, and we sat down, signaling a passing waiter for fresh water and more champagne for the table.

The seat on the other side of Teddy had been filled by a stick thin girl with perfect bones and perfect breasts, who was, of course, a model. Her full name was Jennifer Jordan, though she went by JenniJ. She was famous the world over, one of the most photographed women on the planet, known equally for her partying and thigh gap. Those thighs were on full display tonight, long legs gleaming under a barely there silver dress. She immediately began moving in on him, hitching her body closer, ostensibly because she couldn't hear what he was saying. Next, she began putting her hand on his arm to emphasize her words. I remembered then that this was one of the women Teddy had been linked to in the past, and felt a weird flutter in my stomach. It took me a moment to realize that I was jealous. And I didn't have any kind of gap between my thighs, either.

There was a girl on the other side of Matty, too, who was putting the moves on him. This is what I thought Japan was going to be like. Liquor loosened Matty up, made him more social, and he was chatting happily enough, but I couldn't see him with her, even for a night. I just couldn't picture Matty as a one night stand kind of guy, ever.

But what about Teddy? Did I see him as a one night stand kind of guy? Was I worried about him and Jenny the "stick insect", to quote Bridget Jones? She was now leaning into his personal space, to whisper directly into his ear, sheaf of shining black hair hanging perfectly. Even this close, I couldn't find any sort of flaw in her face; her skin didn't even seem to have pores.

As these thoughts were going through my head, Teddy's left hand reached out for mine, which was sitting on the table. He found it by touch, never turning his head, and pulled it to him, all the while continuing to listen to Jenny and her fascinating story.

He held a finger up to her, asking for a moment, and turned to me, pulling me in by my head to give me a kiss. "Are you having a good time, my darling?" He asked me, getting close enough so I could actually hear him.

I nodded, smiling. "Thanks for asking, I'm having a lovely time," I answered, kissing him back. I could see half of Jenny's face beyond Teddy's head, and I'll admit I felt a tiny bit of satisfaction at the shocked tilt to her perfect eyebrow. And I also saw pain, which surprised me more than a little.

"Good," he responded. "In fact, you know what, why don't you just come here--" and he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. "Jenny, this is Tinker Bell, my girlfriend. Darling, this is Jenny, she's telling me a hell of a funny story, you'll really enjoy it; you don't mind starting over, Jen, do you?" And he kissed my shoulder as she started speaking.

Her eyes kept flicking back to me as she spoke, and even I, a person who'd just met her, could see how unhappy she was with my presence, with Teddy's arms casually holding me to him. He, of course, seemed completely oblivious to the havoc he was wreaking on the stunning woman in front of him.

I leaned back and pulled Matty to fill the spot I'd vacated. I wanted him closer to me, and I couldn't stand to see him in the clutches of the flirty bimbo next to him any longer. "Come listen to this funny story, Matthew," I coaxed. He moved over obligingly enough. His lady friend looked daggers at me. I smiled at her and turned away. I leaned into Teddy so Matty could scoot in and hear the story, which was funny, something about a make-up artist and mistaken identity.

A slow song began, and Teddy turned to me, motioning toward the dance floor with his head. I could feel her watching us as we left. We melted into each other, Teddy holding one of my hands to his collarbone and putting one of his hands seductively low on my back. He was holding me so close that we were hardly moving at all, but rather just swaying in time to the music, which was fine with me. I loved dancing with him, it felt almost like making love, the syncopation of our bodies, the moving in rhythm, the giving and taking, the physical closeness. I loved the feeling of his breath in my ear, the feeling of his body pressing into mine. I wondered how many cell phones were recording us. I didn't care, and I guess he didn't either, because he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back so he could kiss me, deep, warm, wet, and long. He sighed and did it again, moving his chin to take small bites of my lips, to suck my tongue into his mouth and taste me.

"Teddy, this is going to be all over the internet in an hour, you do realize that?" I murmured, holding on to him for strength, all pretense of dancing long gone.

"I don't give a fuck," he said. "I am so in love with you, and I don't care who knows it. I don't want to hurt my fans, I really don't, but I have to be me. They've seen me with plenty of women before, and they survived. This is the real thing. If they really love me, they'll be happy for me." And he kissed me again, as the song ended. He took my hand and led me off the dance floor. Matty watched us walk back to the table, his expression unreadable. I wondered where Jenny had gone.

We sat at the table and drank some more. The night began to take on a dream like quality. I'd never had so much liquor before in my life, but the champagne was delicious, the dancing made me very thirsty, and there was no more water on the table. I drank all of mine, then Teddy's, then Matty's. I asked Teddy to ask for more more from the waiter, and he did, but I couldn't wait, and I finished off the bottle of champagne while waiting.

Both boys looked at me in surprise. Matthew leaned toward me, concern in his eyes, saying, "You might want to slow down a bit, darling, that stuff can sneak up on you."

"I'm just so thirsty," I explained. "I'm sure it will just go right through me, I've been dancing so much, I'll be all right, don't worry." I leaned back into his arm, which he placed comfortingly around me. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder and just enjoying his smell, his presence, which I'd missed so much over these last weeks. I clasped Teddy's hand on the seat, felt his fingers rubbing mine. I was perfectly content.

After a few minutes, I heard Matthew's voice. Due to some freak of acoustics, I could hear him almost perfectly. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?"

"I'm so, so, happy, Matty, honestly." I turned my head and kissed his cheek. "I'm really glad you came to see us." I snuggled into him, keeping hold of Teddy's hand on the seat. He turned to look at us, gave my hand a squeeze, and turned back to talk to his companion, a musician friend with dyed black hair and a nose ring.

"You really belong to Theo now, don't you?" Again, I heard him with perfect clarity. There was no despair in his voice, just finality.

I put the same finality in my voice. "Yes, I do. And he belongs to me.

"You know, Matthew, I wouldn't mind if you brought some company home tonight. I mean, I know it's a weird subject between us, but don't hold back on my account, okay? It would be really hypocritical of me to be with Teddy and then get all upset if you wanted to spend some time with someone, you know?" I turned to look at him. "I mean it."

He sighed and looked at me. His beauty took my breath away. "I know you do, darling, I do. And if anyone takes my fancy I won't hesitate, I promise. But that's not really why I wanted to come out tonight. Don't worry, I'm having a grand time, just spending time with you and Theo and seeing so many of my old mates, truly." He pulled my head back down to his shoulder. "We'll talk tomorrow, okay? Let's just enjoy tonight, dance and get pissed and whatever else happens, all right?" I felt him laugh.

Teddy eventually pulled me away from Matty. "Birdie, I want you to meet a good friend of mine," he said into my ear. "This is Mike Carpenter, I'm sure you've heard of him; you have loads of his music on your iPod anyway." Black haired nose ring dude had gone somewhere, to be replaced by a nondescript guy with brown hair and blue eyes, very pale skin and a smattering of freckles across his rather pleasant face.

Teddy pulled me all the way onto his lap, between his legs, enveloping me in a full body hug in front of grammy winner Mike Carpenter, the man who had, all on his own, with just his guitar, sold out Wembley Stadium six nights in a row.

"Mike, this is is Birdie, known to everyone but me as Tinker Bell," Teddy said, grinning with immense pride. He kissed my cheek and looked at Mike like a little boy showing off a new bike, and I was a little embarrassed, because I was pretty sure I looked sweaty and drunk, and nothing like a new bike.

"Hello, it's a real pleasure to meet you, I've enjoyed your music so much, thank you for that," I said, extending my hand.

"Tinker Bell, I've heard a lot about you, sweets, so it's definitely a pleasure to meet you," he responded, shaking my hand. "I feel like I already know you, actually, I've seen so many photographs and that."

I turned to Teddy in surprise. "What photographs? How long have you been sending him pictures of me?"

Mike answered for him. "About two months? Since you guys were in Japan?"

My eyes widened. "What? Really? No! Can I see them? Please?"

Teddy was equal parts embarrassed and horrified. "No, no mate, no! Don't show them to her! No! Please! She doesn't know about those! Dammit! Oh shit." And he was covering his face as Mike passed me his phone.

Oh my god. There were photographs from the day we met, from the sushi restaurant, of me leaning on the balcony of a hotel room, sitting in a hallway backstage, making stupid faces with Ronan--I turned to Teddy. "You sent him pictures of me sleeping on the fucking bus?"

"Jesus, Birdie, look how fucking beautiful you are. How could I not?" Even in the dim light of the club, I could see how red he was. "Look at you, you look like fucking Sleeping Beauty." He looked away, shaking his head. I quickly scrolled through the rest of the pictures. There were even some of me playing the piano. I must have been stoned or something, not to have noticed him taking all of these pictures of me, what the hell?

I handed Mike back his phone, a little embarrassed myself by now, not knowing what to say or do. He saved the moment by taking a picture of us, Teddy and me, both looking embarrassed. It made us laugh and look at each other, and he took a picture of that too, promising to send it to us.

"You two look good together," he told us with a smile, "like you've been a couple way longer than you actually have. It's nice.

"Theo says you're quite something on the piano, Miss Tink, I'd love to hear you sometime. You think we could arrange that?"

"I'd be honored, quite frankly, thrilled to the teeth," I said. Mike Carpenter had just asked to hear me play the piano. I gave a little shiver. Teddy felt it and kissed my cheek.

"Cutie pie," he whispered in my ear.

What could have been minutes or hours later, we decided to leave, but we all needed the bathrooms first, so we all went down the hallway, and, miraculously, I finished first, so I waited in the hall. As they came out, the voices of two girls came drifting out of the Ladies' room, the door to which stood open to the hallway. One of them sounded like Jenny the stick insect, but I couldn't be sure. I stopped the boys so we could listen.

"Well, all I can say is that she must be good at blowies, because she really hasn't got much else going for her. She's short as a dwarf, did you see her? And fat, my god!"

The other voice, nasal and higher pitched, "Oh, I know, she could choke someone with those thighs! Well, she may have come with them, but we'll be going home with them, is all I'm saying, you know what I mean? Fat minger. I think she's American. She worked on their tour or something, I heard, who knows? Not his usual type at all, nothing like you. And the whole world knows you and Theo are a thing, have been for ages." Laughter as the girls came out of the bathroom, and one of them was indeed stick insect Jenny. They stopped in their tracks as they saw the three of us standing in the hallway.

Teddy, grinning, winked at me and Matty before turning to address Jenny's nasal friend. "You're right. She's gorgeous, talented, kind hearted, brilliant, and drop dead sexy. Nothing like you. And you're also right in that she gives the best head I've ever gotten in my life." He turned to the two of us. "Come on, guys, the car's waiting."

"And Matty, you never know, maybe if you're lucky, I'll blow you, too!" I sang out as we ran down the hallway, laughing our heads off.

We were still laughing when we got in the car. "Was that so funny because we're drunk?" I asked.

"Jesus, I don't know," Teddy said, wiping tears away. "I can't believe you said that about giving Matty a blow job, you'd better hope no one was recording that, darling."

"What about you, telling them I give the best head you've ever had in your life? What if they recorded that? Hmm?" I slapped at his chest.

"But that girl? Jenny?" At the sound of her name, Teddy's smile faltered at little. "She looked really upset about me..." I looked at him intently. Matthew had pulled out his phone, and missed most of this exchange.

Teddy finally shrugged. "We used to hang out, that's all," he said in an off-hand voice. "She can be quite the catty bitch when she wants, you know you should ignore the stuff she said, right?" And he hugged me. "You're not short, you're 'fun-sized', and definitely not fat, just curvy and boobalicious." He pulled me close and kissed my cheek.

I laughed at his word, which I think I'd used at some point to describe myself, and hugged him back.

"Ah, good times with good chums," Matty said complacently, joining back in the conversation, which made us erupt into laughter all over again.

After I'd washed the evening off my face, I came out to get undressed and put on my nightgown, but Teddy was there, already in his underwear, waiting to unzip me.

"No, no, no, let me," he said into my neck, slowly sliding the zip down my back. "This is the best part, been waiting to do this all night."

I let my hands fall and stood, neck bent forward, already breathing hard. He let the dress fall forward, off my arms, and to the ground. "You look amazing from this angle," he breathed. "Now don't move," he ordered as he went to turn off the overhead light. This left just the bedside lamp for illumination.

He turned me around so I was facing him. "You know, I've been wondering something," he said as he traced the outline of my black lace bra with his finger. "Why does such a conservative girl like you have such an outrageous collection of lingerie? I mean, haven't I seen garters and thigh-highs in your drawer? Not to mention these gorgeous, sexy lace bras and all those thongs and knickers? Now why is that? Hmm?" He lowered his head to trace the outline of my bra with his tongue while running his fingers around the inside of my thong.

I grabbed his head with my hands while stifling a laugh. He looked up. "What's so funny? Share."

"It's nothing. Keep doing what you were doing." I tried to bend his head back down, but he pulled my hands off his head.

"Come on, Birdie, share. Or I'm withholding my favors." He crossed his arms and tried to look stern.

"Oh really?" I laughed again. "Fine. I was just remembering that Ronan asked me almost the exact same thing, very nearly verbatim."

"What?" He looked astounded. "And when, pray tell, did Ronan, of all people, see your underclothes? Hmm?"

"Oh, you know, when I put on that private lingerie show for him when we were in Japan. With all that free alone time that Ronan and I had. Because he was so special to me and I wanted to do that for him." I ran my fingers through Teddy's hair and leaned in to run my tongue around inside his ear, making him close his eyes and breathe a deep, shuddering breath.

"Stop trying to change the subject," he said, taking me by the shoulders and pushing me back slightly. "Tell me about Ronan?"

"It was nothing, really," I said, laughing, mussing his hair. "You know Ronan, he's like one of the kittens with a ball of yarn. I was unpacking in some hotel room somewhere and he was watching me and picking through all my stuff and looking at it. He wouldn't leave me alone. He kept pulling stuff out of the drawer and commenting on everything, and as fast as I took it away from him, he'd grab something else, it was driving me batcrap crazy.

"And that," I said, getting right up in Teddy's face and putting my arms around his neck, "is the story of Ronan and my underwear, okay?" And I placed a soft kiss on his mouth.

"Okay," he said softly, returning my kiss with a little more energy, and a smile after. "That is so, so Ronan.

"So, back to my original question, then. What's with the demure exterior and the Agent Provocateur underneath?" He kept his arms around me and lifted my hair off of my neck.

"Well, I decided a few years ago that even if I was going to look like the Thornton School of Music Virgin of the Year on the outside, I was going to look how I wanted underneath, I was going to look like whatever made me feel good, and sexy lingerie was what made me feel good and oh god, what are you doing to me?" I gasped. He had pushed me back onto the bed and pulled me forward by my legs, kneeling on the floor and pulling my thong off in one smooth motion. I just hoped I could keep it quiet.

"Teddy, take it easy on me tonight, okay?" I murmured.

"Why?" He asked, already getting busy. "I thought you liked this?"

"Christ, I do, but Matty's just down the hall," I said breathlessly, grabbing at the sheets, twisting them and trying to keep from kicking Teddy anywhere with the spasms in my legs.

"Matthew's heard all this before, trust me," he said, lifting his head briefly. "He's made plenty of women very happy himself. Be as loud as you like, darling."

Great. I could already feel myself sliding toward a huge orgasm, abdomen clenching, after basically an entire evening spent in Teddy's company engaged in hours of foreplay. He was between my legs, moaning in the sexiest way, driving me out of my mind, and just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he slid two of his fingers into me, driving them far up inside, hitting something inside me that felt so good, moving his tongue up to my center and pressing, causing a spasm that made me arch my back completely off the bed and pushing a moan up and out from deep inside of me. The feeling went on and on, until I was gasping for him to stop because I couldn't breathe anymore. He finally understood me and pulled his fingers out, and I was able to relax my body, breathing like I'd just swum a five hundred in under five minutes. I was too weak to move. He climbed up onto the bed to lie down next to me, smiling, very pleased with himself. I smiled back, chest still heaving.

He leaned in to kiss me, and I could taste myself on him, as always feeling turned on by that, pulling his tongue into my mouth and sucking on it, which elicited fresh moans from him. I pulled his briefs down to take him in my hands, guiding him into me, rock hard and completely ready. He closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure. We turned sideways to face each other and I hooked my leg over him, pulling us close together. He was in such a state that it only took a couple of small thrusts and he was finished, bending his neck to rest his head on my shoulder and hug himself tightly to me.

"Birdie," he spoke softly into my neck, all sweaty hair and warm breath. "I love you, I love you, you know that, right? Right? Forever, right?" He turned to whisper into my ear, the alcohol he'd consumed making him unfiltered, urgent. "Forever, tell me you know, darling, tell me you know, tell me." He pulled me even tighter.

"I know, Teddy, my love, my heart, I know you love me, and I love you, so much, so much, more than anything, anything." And we fell asleep completely wrapped around each other, holding each other tight. And we woke up later, still joined, Teddy excited again without ever having left me, and we made love, in the light of pre-dawn. I woke up late, to the smell of coffee, to find that he had covered me with a blanket and laid a rose next to my head.

What'd you think? I got to use one of my most favorite words (boobalicious :o)--and Tink finds out that not everyone thinks well of her, which surprises her, I think; she's not used to people thinking of her at all, especially beautiful, world-famous supermodels.

Also, I realize I'm kind of going overboard in my obvious dislike of models and the image they project, but I've just had it with young women hating the way they look because they compare themselves to a weird, unattainable, in many cases fake and photo-shopped "ideal". I'm just trying to balance the scales, push the teeter-totter back in the other direction a bit. Tink is a normal girl, of a regular height and a regular weight. That's all [climbing off my soapbox now].