Author's Note: I'm sorry it took so long for me to get this thing started. It was exceptionally difficult to begin, not to mention finding the time to write was near impossible. Anyway, here we are, at long last. It is a slow start, like last time. I need to get in the swing of things and find my rhythm with this story again. This is a sequel to All I Want is the Moon Upon a Stick so if you haven't read that yet, turn back now. Start at the beginning! And be sure to leave comments over there as well! Just because it's complete doesn't mean I don't like to hear people's thoughts (I just recently got a lengthy review from zababcd which made my day- lots of constructive criticism!). New updates will not be posted unless at least 3 new reviews have been received. This story picks up about a week after the last one ended. It is named after the song "Be Mine" by R.E.M. and while I won't be taking all my titles from that song's lyrics this time, the song does serve as a sort of theme for it. Maybe. We'll see how it all works out, now won't we?

Disclaimer: I don't own Sonny with a Chance, obviously. Charlie is mine, however. And I guess Tawni's father, since we haven't ever met him in the show. Or even heard reference to him, actually, I don't think. Whatever. Fans of the show know which characters are from the show and which aren't. FEMSLASH- Don't like, don't read.

Be Mine

Chapter One: The Morning After (give or take a week)

Tawni rapped her fist against the door impatiently. Inside, an equally annoyed Connie Munroe peered through the peep-hole. Shaking her head, she pulled the door open. "Hello Tawni."

"Mrs. Munroe," Tawni nodded. She had managed to avoid Sonny's mother for the better part of the week since she sold her freedom to the brunette, normally by forcing the other girl to meet her down on the street. But today she had spontaneously decided to come by and Sonny hadn't answered her phone.

"Sonny's in the shower," Connie replied, crossing her arms. "I don't think she's expecting you."

She shrugged. "I thought we could get breakfast before work."

Connie inhaled deeply, as though she were waiting for the blonde to expand on her admission.

Tawni didn't take the hint and walked passed Sonny's mother, making herself comfortable on the couch. "I'll just wait."

Connie hesitated a moment. She had to go to work, but she didn't really want to leave Tawni alone in the apartment. Which is dumb, she thought to herself. It's not like Tawni would steal anything... or do anything, really. Tawni was not a threatening person. She wasn't exactly good either, at least not good enough for Sonny. And she and Sonny... well, they would do whatever it is they wanted. If not under her roof, than elsewhere. But still, she couldn't help being uneasy as she slid the shoulder-strap of her purse over her arm and turned toward the door. The fact that Sonny refused to talk with her mother about it at all, which had never been the case when she was with Lucy, only made it worse.

Tawni let out a sigh of relief once the door shut. Connie always made everything so awkward. She glanced at her watch. Smirking slightly, she got to her feet and made her way back toward the bathroom.

She turned the knob slowly and pushed the door in, poking her head in. "Hey, Sonny!"

Barely stifling a scream, Sonny whirled around. "Tawni? What the- get out!"

"What? It's not like I haven't seen it before... not recently enough, might I add," she remarked. "Can I join you?"

"No!"

Tawni rolled her eyes. "Hurry up then, I'm hungry."

"I didn't know we were doing breakfast," Sonny replied, turning the water off and quickly grabbing a towel.

"Yeah, well, Charlie's out of milk, so...here I am."

Sonny padded past her, making her way to her bedroom. The blonde followed.

"A little privacy, please?"

Tawni laughed and ignored the request, dropping down on the bed and putting her hands over her eyes jokingly, making no real effort to conceal her view.

Sonny grabbed a bra and panties from her dresser, then positioned herself behind her closet door to dress. "You don't think showing up randomly and going to breakfast is going to count as a date, do you?"

"How is it not a date? I'm picking you up- again- and taking you out. I'll pay."

"I mean..." Sonny hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "When I said I wouldn't sleep with you on the first date...that doesn't mean you get to just pop up as often as possible to rack up 'dates' just to get me into bed."

"If I'm around enough, you'll give in," Tawni said, propping herself up on her elbows. "You don't have any good reasons to hold out on me."

"No good reason? I need to be able to trust you!" Sonny scoffed. "I've already done the 'get cheated on' thing, and I don't really want to do it again."

"I'm not going to cheat on you," Tawni rolled her eyes and got to her feet. She walked over to the brunette and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I swear."

Sonny tilted her head to the side. "I really want to believe that."

"I've never cheated on anyone," the blonde said. "And if you try and claim I cheated on you, that just isn't true. We weren't together. Now, we are. We're trying it your way. If your way is entirely sex-free, I'm going to have to rethink things though, Sonny, because then... we might as well just be friends. Which probably won't work out so well at this point."

"It's not sex-free, but I'm just...waiting."

"For what?"

"The right moment, I don't know," the brunette shrugged. "Where do you want to get breakfast?"

"Smooth subject change. I was thinking that place down by the water, with the really good french toast."

"Which place?"

"I don't remember."

"By the water as in...the ocean? Because we need to be on set by ten and..."

"Whatever, then we can go to the first place we see. There's an IHOP down the block, but I don't really do IHOP."

"Why not? It's good and cheap!"

The blonde rolled her eyes again before reverting to the subject that was way more important, to her anyway. "So, waiting for the right moment, even though we've already slept together?"

"Tawni-"

"What? This is the sort of discussion people in a relationship would have, isn't it? Being honest and open and talking about our feelings... yadda yadda yadda... generally being all...you know...like you," she mused, crossing her arms. "You know what I'm feeling right about now?"

"...Hungry for french toast?" Sonny offered, half-smiling, pulling on her coat.

"Hungry, yes, but not really for french toast," Tawni said as she stepped closer, stealing another kiss from the dark-haired girl, this one a bit deeper. She lingered for a moment, leaning forward into Sonny, resting her forehead on the other girl's.

Sonny smiled inwardly. She was honestly a little surprised at how... well-behaved Tawni had been over the course of the week. She had received an angry earful the morning after she had shut the door on her after their first date.

She had walked into the dressing room to find the blonde lounging on the couch, reading one of her beauty magazines. She met Sonny with eyes that seemed to simultaneously burn and freeze.

"Hey Tawni," Sonny said awkwardly, setting her things down on her side of the room and turning toward the other girl. "How... have you been?" Kind of a dumb question, since she had seen her the night before, but she nothing better to say came to mind.

"Well, from having the door shut in my face last night up until this moment, and counting? Really, very, very unsatisfied."

"You know me well enough that you shouldn't have been surprised," Sonny tried.

"What? That's ridiculous!" Tawni stood up. "We already slept together. So I took you out, did your 'dating' thing, and still got nothing? I have every reason to be shocked! And dismayed!"

"We had fun. Dinner was fantastic. The drive was really pretty."

"Means to an end, Sonny, means to an end."

Sonny frowned and replied sternly. "If you only want sex, there's plenty of other girls."

Tawni crossed her arms and sat down in a huff. Sonny took a seat beside her, slipping an arm around the blonde's shoulders. "Patience is a virtue, you know."

"Please. I could care less about being virtuous."

Sonny kissed her on the cheek. "You can do it. I believe in you."

"How long?"

Sonny didn't answer. It couldn't be that long, though- she wanted to get Tawni back, to teach her a lesson and to see if she could really trust the more promiscuous girl to actually be faithful, but at the same time, she was quite eager to get the blonde back in the sack.

Nico and Grady had barged in then, desperate to share some new sketch ideas, and still unaware that Sonny and Tawni had done anything more than simply make amends (evidently they hadn't checked out the latest tabloids at that point), so the conversation had been put on hold, and never really resumed. It didn't need to be. Tawni got the point. And she was willing to give it a try. She could be a bit pushy from time to time, notably in a few heavy make-out sessions, but she backed off when Sonny asked her to (and asking her to stop had not been easy).

Frustrated as she got in those moments, overall Tawni was enjoying herself. The green-eyed girl's holier-than-thou and, at times, aloof demeanor might have masked it to people who didn't know her as well, but Sonny could tell. She could tell that in spite of Tawni's best efforts, she really, really liked hanging around with Sonny. All the time. Which, for Tawni, was a huge thing. She tired of people very easily.

"We should probably get going," Sonny said softly.

Tawni's eyes fluttered open. She was still standing in front of Sonny, their foreheads gently touching. And for half a second, Sonny caught something unfamiliar in the other girl's eyes. She couldn't quite identify it and it was near instantaneously replaced with that chilly indifference the blonde was known for.

"Yeah, let's," Tawni stepped passed her and opened the door.

Sonny took her hand as they made their way down the hall toward the stairs.