So, anyone want a little frosting on their cupcakes? Or something? It can't just be Angela?


Chapter Nine: Unexpected Surprises

APOV

Walking in and finding Eric in our apartment was not what I expected. And finding him yelling at Bella was even less. But finding her baking me cupcakes - which I knew were for me before she said it, and before I saw the cartons of blueberries on the countertop beside her - was the most unexpected thing of all.

Not that I had expectations of any kind of what I would find...

I had none. I didn't know what to think. What to expect. Or what I'd come home to.

I've spent the last hour running through scenarios in my mind, but I tried not to give much weight to any of them. Because most of them were bad. For me. Not at all like this.

"Thank you. I love your cupcakes."

She quirks a brow at me and then laughs, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. I smile and squeeze her hand, still gripping mine. "I meant that, it wasn't actually code for anything... "

"Right."

"But it could be. And I'd mean it even more. You know... if it was."

Her blush deepens, but she instantly soothes my fear that I may have said something I shouldn't have. "I like that it could be. And that you'd mean it even more. If it was."

She looks shyly from my face to our joined hands and moves her thumb gently against my skin before breaking away. "So, um... Eric is upset. He knows that I know, and... he definitely already did. Know, I mean. Did you know that? That he knew? How you felt about me?"

"No. I honestly didn't. I'd never even considered that he could, until you said it earlier. What Edward told you."

I could slap myself for even saying his name. For bringing him here when he wasn't already. But I know he would have come eventually. Whether I brought him, or she did, or he showed up on his own.

But she doesn't pay him any attention. Hers is still on me. "You know... what happened earlier... was kind of a fantasy of mine. Did you know that?"

A fantasy of hers? I really must be dreaming this time... "No... I definitely didn't know that."

"Yeah... ever since that summer I spent with my mom two years ago. The first one you and I had spent apart in forever? When you met that girl at the beach and... well... did stuff with her? Yeah... a fantasy. Ever since then."

"You fantasized about doing stuff? With a girl? Ever since then?"

"Not any girl."

Not any girl. Not... Holy shit. "You fantasized about doing stuff with... me?"

"I was so jealous... when you told me about her. The stuff you did with her... "

"You were jealous?"

"Completely."

"Why were you jealous? Completely?"

"Because it wasn't me."

"You wanted it to be you?"

"It's not something I'd ever thought about before... not really... and until you told me about her, I didn't think you had, either. But then, after you did, for a while, it was all I could think about. That you'd had this experience... done these things you must have wanted to do... try... and they weren't with me.

"We'd always tried new things together. Shared everything. And that was kind of a major thing... and you'd done it with someone else...

"Yes, I wanted it to be me."

"I wanted it to be you, too, Bella."

"Then why wasn't it?"

"I never would have thought that you... would want... "

"Well, I never did. Before that. And I wouldn't now, with just anyone... but you're not just anyone."

"That I know. You'd never make cupcakes for just anyone."

"I definitely wouldn't."

"I'm sorry it wasn't you, Bella."

"It's okay. Now, I mean. You made it up to me today... when it was."

"I'm kind of wishing I hadn't have... yet. Because then I'd have something to look forward to. Well... something besides your cupcakes."

"They're going to be really good. My cupcakes, I mean."

"I know that, too, believe me."

"And you know... you don't have anything to make up to me now... but you could thank me for them if you wanted to. After you taste how good they are."

"I could?" I ask, my mouth watering already.

"Yeah. You could," she answers with a shy smile.

"That's good to know. Because I think that's something I'll definitely want to do."

"You think?" she asks, somewhat nervously.

"No... I misspoke... I know I will."

Her lip trembles slightly and she bites it sexily to still it before she replies. "Now we both have something to look forward to."

"Oh, Bella... we definitely do... " But me so much more than you...


BPOV

The cupcakes are just about cooled, and I think I finally have my blueberry cream cheese frosting just right. Angela has been whimpering for a taste - at least I think her whimpers were for the frosting - from the moment I put the first fingerful into my mouth.

"Hmmm... it's awfully good, but I'm just not sure if it's good enough for you," I tease.

"I think I should be the judge of that," she declares, narrowing her eyes playfully at me.

"You do?" I ask innocently.

"Yes. I do." She reaches out and wraps her slender fingers around my wrist and brings my hand to her mouth with a You've-been-tormenting-me smile. And I watch as her lips part and then close around my finger. She sucks gently yet purposefully, and then pulls it slowly from her mouth with a contented sigh. "And it's more than good enough. For me."

"How do you know it is?" I ask, my heart beating fast and furious in my chest. "There was no frosting on my finger, Angela."

"No, there wasn't," she concedes, smiling sweetly at me, and stops my no-longer-fast-and-furious heart dead still.

But the rest of me is still very much alive. And wanting to feel it in every possible way. "Would you like to taste it now, then?" I ask, dipping my finger again into the bowl. "Should we try again?"

"I would very much like to taste it, Bella. Now. And try again."

I reach my hand up, stunned and trembling at my own boldness for the second time today, and touch my frosted finger to her lips. Her tongue slips out slowly and tastes the sweetness from it and I feel myself start to pulse with an ache for her to do more. Taste something else. Taste me. And not just my finger full of the frosting she took from me that melts in that lucky place on her tongue.

I move closer to her - as if pulled - as she draws my finger into her mouth again, and bite my lip as she sucks it clean of her sugary gift from me. Like another one - maybe not so sugary - that I want to give her more of, and know, without doubt, that she'll take.

Her eyes are alive with want for it. For me. I think my confession set it free. She knows that she doesn't have to hide anything from me anymore. That I don't want her to now that I know.

I don't think she knew it when she left me sleeping after her mouth sang its loving lullaby to me, but she knows it now.

It wasn't just a desperate moment of need I had to feel loved.

Not only. And not gone.

I want her to want me.

Still.

And I want her to have me.

Again.

As many tastes of me as she could ever want or crave.

I want it to be me.

And tell her silently as I dip my finger again into the bowl and then touch it to my own lips.

Her answer is immediate. She heard me loud and clear. And gives me what I want, her mouth sweet and hungry on mine. Tender. Thankful. And lost...

This kiss is different than the one before. The first one. Different than any I've ever felt or been given.

It's years of love and devotion. Years of us. Her and I and nothing else. No one. Like it's been all of our lives, even when there was.

Nothing and no one could ever come between us. Ever.

And certainly not now... as our lips caress, our tongues taste, and our breath becomes one.

There is life in this kiss. The one we've shared. Two best friends...

Who have laughed together. And cried together. And loved...

Together, but separately... "I wanted it to be me... " I whisper against her lips, unable to stop saying those words to her.

Separately, until now... "It's you, Bella. Now... and even then...

"When I closed my eyes... it was you. It's always been you."

"Don't close them now," I tell her, "Keep them open. I want you to see me... and know that it is."

"I know, Bella," she whispers, "I could never not know."

She sweeps my hair from my face, and looks into my eyes, and ghosts her lips against mine, light as feathers. Her tongue sweeps across my bottom lip, and I want it... to feel it... on other parts of me. All over me. And so I tell her... bring my hand up between us, and drag my frosting-covered finger down my neck, leaving a trail for her to follow.

She smiles at me, and licks it sensuously from my skin, her hands now around my waist. Her fingers slip under my shirt and trail up and down my sides, and then across my stomach to the button of my jeans. Her brows raise in question and I nod my head. And then she's taking them off of me, sliding them over my hips and down my legs.

The anticipation is so great that I have to grip the counter to steady myself as I step out of them. Her hands move agonizingly slowly up the backs of my legs as her mouth peppers kisses up each of my thighs, her eyes locked on mine. My mouth falls open as her fingers slip under the bottom edge of my boy shorts and her tongue slips out to lick the patch of damp cotton in front of her. She teases me through it as her fingers tease my skin beneath my shorts before cupping my ass in her hands.

She pulls me to her and her tongue continues to work me through the soaking fabric. It's tortuous. And after another moment of it, I can't stand it anymore, and reach down with one hand - my other still gripping the counter - and try to push them down.

She giggles against me and I whimper at the sensation, and with one final lick she pulls back and yanks them down my legs. "Is that what you wanted?" she teases, freeing my feet and tossing them aside.

"Yes. It is," I say, and stick my tongue out at her childishly.

"And that?" she teases further.

"Yes. I still want it to be me. Now... "

"I always wanted it to be you, Bella. And never more than now."

I feel my lips form a pout as she stands, because I don't want to wait another second to feel her mouth and tongue on me again. "But not? Or here?"

My questions are desperate and pathetic, but she smiles at me sweetly. "Oh, definitely here, and now, but I have a fantasy, too, and I was thinking how perfect of an opportunity this is to make it real. If that's okay?"

"Make it real," I plead, "God, whatever it is, make it real."

"It's you," she whispers, gripping me around the waist, "Up here."

I push myself up on the counter in a greedy mix of cooperation and anticipation as she starts to lift me to it and she beams at me. But then her eyes move down and her breath hitches as she looks at me on the cool, hard perch she wanted me on.

"You've imagined this?" I ask. "Me up here? Like this?"

"Ever since the first time you put yourself there. A different way than this, of course."

"But you hate this countertop," I say, because I know she does.

"I did," she replies, her eyes still downward, "until I saw you on it. Even though I saw less of you on it then than I do now."

"Well, maybe now you'll love it," I suggest boldly, "Because now you can have me on it. All of me... at least I hope that was part of your fantasy... "

She nudges my thighs apart, gently, pulling me closer to the edge as she does, but then she stops. "Maybe this isn't the right time for this... "

"It is. Why isn't it?" My words are desperate again, and selfish, both of which I can't seem to stop being today.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable, Bella, or-"

"I'm not," I declare, cutting her off. "I'm not at all. And I certainly won't be if you... " She smiles again as my words trail off and I feel my cheeks warm.

"When I... " she corrects, and kisses me softly as her fingertips begin to tenderly graze along the insides of my parted-for-her thighs.

Her mouth moves to the spot just under my chin and my head falls back against the cabinet door, bringing a flash of last night and Edward's cruelty to my mind. But I push it away... I push him away... because I don't want him here. And he'd never be here, like this, sweet... and gentle... and ready and wanting to worship me like she is.

My actions and words have been selfish today, for what I wanted and what I want again now. And what she wants just as much, if not more, than I do. She wants me... and wants to give me everything. Make me feel pleasure I've only ever dreamed of... until this morning. And now... as I cry out with the first sweep of her tongue along my only-ever-tasted-by-her pussy.

Something I did dream of, when she told me she'd tasted another. The jealousy was instant. And fierce...

But I don't feel it now. Not anymore...

Because I know that was different. And that this is. For her. She loves me. She did even before she was in. And I feel that love... in her hands as they grip my thighs... lift them... as her lips and her tongue lift me to a place better than any dream. Higher than any could have taken me. Or her, I think... because her moans of pleasure match my own. I'm not even touching her, but for my hands gripping greedily to her hair... pulling her closer... so selfishly... something I've never done or been... but that I know I can do... and be... now... and she'll let me. And urge me to be more... and love me more for it.

Love me... and the taste of me, I think. Because her mouth can't seem to get enough. It's heaven... me to her and her mouth on me... her lips... her tongue... all of them telling me it's me... that, like she said, it's always been.

And I pray... selfish as a person could be... that she never does. Get enough of me. And never stops trying to.

Ever...

"Oh God... Angela... It's me! It's... me... and... please... don't... ever... stop... wanting... it... to be... me... ev-... ahhhhhh!"


I hope you don't mind I kept things light this time. There's plenty of time for heavy later. Or sooner than. If you're still here then...

But for those of you here now, if you want something else light - and tasty, I'm told - I posted a yummy little O/S titled Worth Waiting For. It's on my profile. And it's Edward and Bella. And I promise that one's sweeter than this one. Edward, that is. Though Rose probably doesn't agree. But we don't care what she thinks, you'll like him.

I'll try to see you sooner next time. And get to those replies from the last. xo!