Italian Lover Who Doesn't Like Chocolate?

"How can he not like brownies?"

Alice was licking the end of a beater covered in chocolatey-dough, letting out a little moan of satisfaction at the taste of the gooey substance.

"I don't think he understood the saying, Alice?" Bella replied with a giggle.

"So, have you slept with him yet?"

"No," Bella mumbled.

"Um...why not?"

"It just... hasn't been right, yet."

"Hasn't been right?" Alice scoffed, hoping off her perch on the countertop. "Bella, the way you describe him is more than edible and extremely do-able. Why haven't you jumped on that?"

"It's not like that with us, Alice," Bella explained. "He's... different than that. Not like Mike at all."

"No...he's definitely not like Mike."

"What a mean," Bella clarified, "Is that he's not all about the physical and he's not just ready to jump into bed with me. We...talk."

"More like you have verbal foreplay..." Alice mumbled under her breath. Bella ignored her comment.

"He compliments me, makes me feel like I'm not just a piece of ass to him." Bella paused a moment, thinking about how Edward made her feel. "It's like he wants me to know...to feel...that he won't disappear once we have sex. Like he appreciates me and respects me. That's what I meant when I said he's not like Mike. Mike never made me feel that way. With him, I was always second guessing his motives, or where his loyalties were. And it turns out I had a reason to doubt him. My suspicions were true, but I never wanted to listen to my head."

"Or your friends..." Alice chimed in.

"What do you mean?"

"Bella, Jazz and I have told you several times that Mike was no good."

"No, you didn't!"

"Yeah, we did," Alice confirmed, giving her a pointed look. "We may not have come straight out and said the words 'Bella, you boyfriend is a piece of shit,' but we both tried to get you to see at one time or another how wrong he was for you."

"Well, why didn't you say, 'Bella, your boyfriend is a piece of shit?'"

"Would you've listened?"

Bella thought about how deeply she was lost in her relationship with Mike. How she felt lost in the desperate need to feel wanted and accepted by him, sacrificing her own feelings of self-worth and independence to please him.

"I guess not..."

There were a few moments of silence where Bella pondered on what she'd said, leaving Alice alone to finish licking the dough from the left over mixing bowl.

"Well," Alice said with a lick of her spoon. "When are you going to fuck him?"


AN: I know you guys want more Betty. I'm working on it ;)