Lily stood by the Stewart's sink, washing the few dishes she had been using to bake a chocolate cake for Miley's homecoming. She had her IPod on shuffle and was humming along to the music that was playing. She glanced up at the clock and saw that it was 4pm already and no sign of Oliver. She was a little disappointed that he hadn't shown up. She was also slightly worried that he had changed his made and realized last night was a mistake.
She finished washing the remaining dishes and started mixing the ingredients for the chocolate frosting.
Meanwhile Oliver was walking up the stairs to Miley's front door. He walked in and stood mesmerized by Lily. Her long silky hair was piled up on her head in a messy bun. She was wearing a pair of white denim shorts and a plaid shirt, she looked adorable and his heart did a somersault in his chest.
He could see that she was listening to music, so she didn't hear him sneak up behind her. With his left hand, he covered her eyes and with his right, he gently pulled the earphones out of her ears. She jumped slightly and then smiled when she heard him whisper in her ear "Guess who?"
She faked confusion "HHHHHMMmmmm! I have absolutely no idea who this could be?"
He kissed the base of her neck, making her shiver. He chuckled softly and murmured "Maybe this will refresh your memory.." Keeping his hand covering her eyes, he turned her around so she had her back to the sink. He lowered his face and kissed her gently.
She had already dropped the spoon she was using on the counter, and wrapped her arms around him in a tight grasp. Her lips tasted sweet and warm, and he felt himself lost within her, downing in her embrace.
They parted, breathing heavily.
Curiously, he peered over her shoulder at the bowl behind her. "Whatcha making?"
"Oh, I'm making Miley's favorite chocolate cake with double thick chocolate fudge frosting, wanna taste?"
"Have I ever said no to food, particularly chocolate anything?" he teased, with a raised eyebrow.
"True.." and with a glint in her eye, she stuck her index finger in the middle of the bowl, covering it in frosting, and then moved it towards Oliver's mouth. He gulped in surprise, excited and totally surprised at Lilly's boldness. It seemed as if he had grossly underestimated her.
He couldn't believe it had taken him this long to realize he had feelings for Lilly, more than platonic ones. They seemed to get stronger with each moment he spent with her. Grinning, he slowly lowered his mouth on top of her extended finger and slowly sucked the chocolate frosting off her finger.
Her sharp intake of breathe was evident and she closed her eyes contently. He slowly drew his mouth off her finger, leaving it clean. Exploring this new avenue of their relationship was thrilling. Oliver closed his eyes, savoring the rich chocolate taste.
She looked up at him expectantly. "Well?" She finally said.
"It tastes really good, but ...."
He was teasing her and she knew it. She looked at him with fake sternness and placed her hands firmly on her hips "...But. What?"
"Oh, it could be better.." he said arrogantly.
"Oh really? Pray tell how you would improve it Mr. Oken?"
"Oh that's easy Miss Truscott ... here." She was curious as to what he was about to do, he reached past her and dipped his finger into the mixture; he then gently applied it to Lilly's lips, layering them with the frosting like lipstick. He smirked, lent forward, and took her mouth with his. The combination of frosting and warm saliva was exhilarating.
She gasped with pleasure, as their lips met; swirling chocolate and fudge overwhelming them. The oven beeped, signaling that the cake was ready; she reluctantly placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed him away.
He had a dazed look on his face "That ...." he breathed deeply and licked his lips "is how I always want to eat frosting; your sweet lips made it perfect..."
She playfully slapped him on the arm with the oven mitts, laughed and turned towards the stove. "You are such a flirt Oliver!" She removed the cake and put it on the counter to cool.
"Yeah and that's why you like me so much."
He went across the room and sat on the couch. He looked around the room and saw the banner saying 'Welcome Home Miley' that they had made a few days before. Lilly had made bouquets of balloons and placed them around the room, and hung colorful streamers across the ceiling. A table in the corner had some of Miley's favorite treats strewn across it.
"You know…" he said as he kicked his shoes off and lay down on the couch "You did a great job, the room looks awesome, I'm just sorry I couldn't have helped more, but my mom was on my case all morning."
Lilly finished putting the cake on the cooling rack and started towards him "That's okay, I'm just glad you showed up, to be honest I was scared you wouldn't show..." She flopped down on the armchair next to the couch.
He sat up and looked surprised. "Seriously Lil? You thought I wouldn't' still have feelings for you after last night?"
She blushed slightly, giving her cheeks a faint hint of pink "Well, yeah, I was hoping you didn't think it was a mistake, I mean .....it would have been awkward and I would hate to loose what we have..."
There was a slightly uncomfortable silence and Lilly stood up "I ... ah have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back.." and she rushed up stairs before Oliver had a chance to respond.
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Lilly went into the bathroom across from Miley's room and peered at herself in the mirror, her hair was a mess; she had a smudge of flour on her cheek and remnants of the frosting in the corner of her mouth. Her lips still tingled with the lingering remains of the kiss they had shared minutes before. She undid her hair, letting it fall softly on her shoulders and she ran her fingers through it, trying to untangle it.
"Get a hold of yourself Lilly, stop being a fool and just ask him to be your boyfriend..." she said to her image in the mirror. A thought just dawned on her Maybe he just wants to be friends with benefits? Oh god I hope not. She took a few deep breaths and left the bathroom.
Oliver was pacing at the bottom of the stairs and turned when he saw Lilly. She opened her mouth to speak but Oliver cut her off "Lilly, I don't want you thinking this is just some little fling we're having ... I um ....I……Iwantyoutobemygirlfriend.." he said, so quickly that she barely understood what he was saying. She smiled broadly and walked down the steps, standing on the first one so that she was slightly taller than he was when he stood in front of her.
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.." she said as she put her arms around his neck and lowered her face down to his, their heads touching slightly. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly against his body. Their mouths met hungrily as they found each other. Oliver picked her up and staggered backwards towards the couch, finally falling over the arm and onto the seat. Lilly fell down on top of him, laughing between kisses.
She sat up, straddling Oliver and blushed at the position she was sitting in. He smirked as he grabbed hold of the front of her shirt and pulled gently, encouraging her closer towards him. Their lips met, frantically searching and exploring. A sudden desire pulsated through them and Lily knew they were reaching a new turning point in their relationship.
Oliver's fingers started unbuttoning her shirt and he whispered hoarsely "Tell me if you want me to stop.."
She answered him breathlessly "Don't..."
Her shirt was open, exposing her bright pink bra, and she reached down and started to lift Oliver's t-shirt up and over him, exposing his chest. His top was half way around his head, when all of a sudden they heard a car door slam. They both sat up suddenly, panic filling the air.
Their eye's met, "Hurry ... quick.." Lilly said as she jumped up to get off him.
In their haste, her foot got caught under Oliver's leg and she half flew over the side of the couch, her lower body on the floor and her butt still in the air. Oliver blindly tried to help her but because his top was stuck on his face all he did was loose his footing and fall over the back of the couch.
They both scrambled as they attempted to stand up and make themselves look presentable, but this was proving almost impossible.
Lilly had managed to get off the couch but was still lying face down on the floor trying to button her shirt back up. Miley walked in through the front door and both Oliver and Lilly quickly jumped up and shouted "Surprise!!!"
Oliver had managed to pull down his top, but he had a slight red stripe across his forehead from where the neck of his top had been stuck - luckily, his hair covered most of it. Lilly looked decent except for the fact that she had missed a button and her shirt was skew.
Miley didn't notice, or if she did, she didn't say anything. She dropped her bags and ran across the room, grabbing them both in a big hug. "Lilly! Oliver! I missed you guys so much!" she shouted. Lilly peered over her shoulder and caught Oliver's eye and they grinned at one another.
Miley stood back closed her eyes and inhaled deeply "Dang it! What smells so good?" She walked across to the kitchen, leaving Oliver and Lilly a few moments to compose themselves. Oliver pointed at Lilly's shirt and she quickly fixed it, smiling thankfully.
"What happened to the frosting?" Miley asked curiously, as she came up to the cake. Lilly was taken back slightly and started mumbling "I um ….".
Thankfully Oliver stepped in "The frostings in the bowl, we didn't have time to ice the cake 'cos it just came out the oven.."
Lilly sighed in relief at his quick thinking as he sat down on the couch. He grinned back at her.
"Oh yeah, that makes sense, well it's better eating it right out the bowl anyhoo..." Miley replied as she grabbed the bowl and headed for the couch. She sat down next to Oliver with a thud and started eating the frosting out the bowl with a spoon.
"You know Miles, if you give it a few minutes I'll be able to put that on the cake for you..." Lilly said with a smile as she sat down on the chair across from them.
"Yeah..." Oliver reached over and stole a fingerful of the frosting and sucked it off his finger, then added; as he swallowed "It just doesn't do it justice eating it alone ..." Lilly caught his double meaning and suppressed a smile as he smirked.
Miley looked at him with disgust "That is so gross, I have no idea where your finger's been!!" He shrugged with nonchalance as he sat back and put his feet on the coffee tale.
"So Miles, where's your Dad??" Oliver asked.
Miley managed to answer between mouthful's of chocolate fudge. "He's only getting back tomorrow evening, he had to wrap up some paperwork and my ticket was non refundable, his wasn't.... hey.." Miley sat up animated, "Why don't you both sleep over, we can watch movies and catch up! Whaddya say??" She looked at Oliver and then at Lilly.
"Ah I dunno Miley ..." Lilly muttered, thinking of Oliver.
"PAHLEASE!! I don't wanna stay here in the house alone, and besides, Lilly and I will need a strong boy to look after us…" Miley pleaded, she battered her eyelashes, making it impossible for Oliver and Lilly to refuse.
"Fine, we'll stay.." Oliver said, defeated. "Besides, it looks like it's about to start raining and I don't feel like walking home in that…" he added, looking out at the black clouds outside.
"Yay!!" she squealed and bounced on the couch in excitement.
Lilly and Oliver exchanged wary glances.
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Within minutes the sky had darkened and it was indeed a storm that was about to hit. By 11 o'clock that evening, it was raining hard outside and the lights started to flicker.
Miley was starting to get antsy. " I think I've watched enough TV and eaten enough food to last me till the morning.. I think it's time we hit the hay..."
Oliver stretched and yawned "You just want me to camp out her on the couch?"
Miley looked at him like he was crazy "Are you dumber than a possum, there is no way Lilly and I are sleeping alone upstairs, you can sleep on the floor of my room."
Lilly and Oliver shot each other a quick look before Oliver answered, "Uh Miley, don't you think your Dad would be angry if he found out?"
"No, he'd be mad if you didn't protect us." Miley retorted tartly.
"Protect us from what? The boogeyman?" Lilly added under her breath.
"Exactly!" Miley added, yawing.
Lilly sighed, "Well, while you two argue, I'm gonna go take a quick shower, I have chocolate frosting in my hair.." and with that, she quickly raced upstairs.
"Well ..." Oliver said, "I suppose it's pointless arguing with the great Hannah Montana, so I'm gonna go make myself a snack, you want anything?"
Miley rolled her eyes "I'm fuller than a stuffed turkey on Thanksgiving!!"
Oliver headed for the kitchen and began making himself a bowl of cereal. By the time he was done, and walking back to the couch, Miley was fast asleep, a thin layer of drool already dripping from the corner of her mouth. Oliver panicked slightly. He shook her gently "Miley? Miley?" He said softly, trying to wake her up. She didn't budge. He shook her shoulder more forcefully. She moaned irritably and rolled over, burring herself in the couch. He stood up and sighed, he'd have to go and find Lilly and get her to help him wake her.
As he turned towards the stairs, the power went out and he was enclosed in darkness. He used his cell phone to see in the dark, making his way upstairs. He knocked softly on Miley's bedroom door and slowly walked inside. He stood awestruck.
Lilly was standing in the corner of the room, lighting some candles, giving the room a warm, magical glow. She wore nothing except a thin towel around her body. Her skin was still damp from the shower, and her shoulders glistened in the candlelight. Maybe Miley can wait for a little while he thought as he closed the door softly.
Lilly heard the bedroom door close and she turned around sharply "Oliver!" she whispered, "What are you doing? Miley will be up any minute..." she added, holding the towel more closely against her body.
He walked up to her slowly "Nope, she's dead to the world, for the moment anyway...so…"
Her eyes shone with excitement and desire "Well what did you have in mind??"
"Oh, I can think of a thing or two..." he murmured as he stepped up close to her. She stopped him with the palm of her hand on his chest "Wait! I have to get dressed first ... I didn't bring any pajamas, so … um could I sleep in your t-shirt perhaps?"
He swallowed nervously "Ah ... sure..." He slipped his t-shirt off and handed it to her.
"Close your eyes Mr." she said softly. Unwillingly he did and he heard her towel drop to the floor. He heard movement and then she said, "Okay, you can open your eyes ... now I just need to find my underwear..." He was intensely aware that Lilly stood in front of him with only his t-shirt on, and nothing else underneath, his heart started beating faster. His top was too big for her; but it still hugged her hips and stopped just below her thighs.
"They should be on the floor somewhere... can you help me look for them?" she was flirting with him, and teasing him mercifully, and he was enjoying it.
"Sure, but you know what they say..." he said "Finders keepers.." and he got down on his hands and knees and began looking for them.
She found them first and slipped them on quietly. She walked over to the end of the bed, where he was still busy searching and stood in front of him. He stopped when he saw Lilly's perfect feet, toes still painted pink, right in front of his face. He looked up, his eyes traveling up her long legs, basked in the glow from the candles.
The room suddenly became bright from lightening outside, almost immediately followed by a loud clap of thunder burst from the sky and Lilly jumped slightly at the loud noise.
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