The two girls collapsed on Miley's bed, stomach-side down and panting from the exertion of their pillow fight. Miley, the underdog, had dominated the game from start to finish, landing blindsiding blow after blindsiding blow until the blonde, rendered pillowless, dove onto the floor, furling her limbs against her body in a last ditch effort of defense.
Lilly tapped Miley's foot with her own. "Has anyone ever told you that you hit like a man?" she teased.
Miley scrunched her nose. "Not quite. Has anyone ever told you that you hit like a girl?"
Lilly aimed a halfhearted squint in her direction. "You're treading a fine line, Miley Ray Stewart," she warned, rolling onto her back.
Their giggles soon hiccupped, and smoothed out into a serene quiet. It was the perfect atmosphere for thought delving, and Miley took advantage of the opportunity, mentally laying out the finalities of Lilly's surprise birthday bash. She hadn't brought up the fact that Lilly's birthday was in two days, but she'd been giving the special occasion careful deliberation for weeks, elated at the prospect of impressing her best friend.
Lilly turned onto her side, peering down at Miley with her head propped up in one hand. "Just so you know," she started, weary of whatever Miley had been trying to oh-so cunningly arrange for her birthday. The brunette was utterly tactless when it came to strategizing and executing surprises. "I don't want anything extravagant on Wednesday. No ponies, no piñatas, no clowns, or strippers pouncing out of birthday cakes, deal?"
Miley's eyes widened at the revelation, cursing Lilly's eerie intuition. She quickly picked up her fumble, batting her lashes at the blonde, and giving the girl her best dumbfounded look. "Why, whatever do you mean, Lil?"
"Miley…" The effect was similar to a slap on the back of the hand.
"But it's-"
"Miles…" Her voice grew sterner, like a firm spank.
"But I-"
"Miles!" Sterner still, a solid lash of a belt to a deserving behind.
Miley huffed, tossing up her hands. "Okay! Okay. If you want a regular ol' plain Jane birthday then who am I to put a halt to the snooze-a-palooza?"
"Thank you," she sighed, hopeful but not entirely convinced her friend would nix her plans.
Miley bit her lip, and gestured at an inch with her thumb and pointer finger. "Just a little party?"
Lilly rolled her eyes, jumping up onto her feet for a quick oval-shaped pace. She grunted, kicked her legs, sighed, and finally tossed in another eye roll before speaking, "Because, as Miss Streisand so eloquently put it, you are the wind beneath my wings, I'm willing to compromise. I'll allow a minute celebration, Miles. Double, triple… nay, quadruple emphasis on minute."
Miley nodded her head as she blurted, "Yeah, yeah, sure! Just Oliver, and a couple other people. Now come sit back down." She patted at the space beside her, smiling when a gloomy faced Lilly conceded.
The brunette swung an arm around the other girl's waist, tugging her in close for a hug. She guiltily reveled in the suffocating proximity.
Miley lay stiffly as Lilly shifted in her slumber, trussed a leg over her slim waist, and drew her in closer. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and chanced an agonizing gaze at the blonde. The room was illuminated by the spill of moonlight peaking in through the window. Her eyes traveled over Lilly's form, hungry. The blonde's shirt had ridden up in all her sleep acrobatics. Miley's eyes lingered on the smooth expanse of exposed skin, and she bit her lip, feeling molten heat shoot up and down her body, settling between her legs. She imagined tasting the creamy flesh, running her tongue along Lilly's taut stomach, dipping it into her bellybutton, dragging it lower… She wondered… What would Lilly's reaction have been if she had woken up to Miley's warm, wet tongue? Would she gasp, writhe, and moan, look down at her with those gorgeous eyes full of urgency, and silently beg by tangling her fingers in Miley's hair, and pushing her hips harder against her mouth? It made her shudder.
Miley stifled a pained groan, and forcefully pried her eyes away, cheeks flushed. God, Miley, you're turning into a creepy eye rapist, she screamed in her head, both astounded and relieved that torrents of steam hadn't poured out of her ears. She glanced back at Lilly's face, zeroing in on her luscious mouth. Miley considered giving her a soft peck. Just one harmless little press. She bit her lip. Now or never, she thought as she cautiously dropped her head down, and gave Lilly's lips a delicate, barely classifiable kiss. She pulled back up quickly, panting, bothered, stomach nearly rupturing with the fluttering force of a bazillion butterflies. Lilly never stirred.
The brunette guiltily climbed off the bed, tip-toeing away, intent on sleeping anywhere else Lilly wasn't. Halfway to the door, her foot stumbled over a lone shoe, sending her onto the ground with a loud crash. She cursed at her untimely clumsiness, frozen in a crouch as she heard Lilly rustle on the bed, and then the blonde's sleep drunk voice, "Miles?"
"Yeah, Lils?" she answered, damning the unusually thick husk in her voice. It was concentrated desire, a dead give away.
"Where are you going?"
"Um… Nowhere, just to the, um, to the bathroom."
"Oh." Lilly snuggled back into the blankets, and mumbled, "Hurry back, k?"
"Uh huh."
Miley made a beeline for the bathroom. She slammed her back to the door, and slid down, nestling her face in her hands. Stupid move, Miley! She clenched her jaw, and crawled to the shower, reaching for and twisting the knob. She made sure the water was akin to ice before wriggling inside, not even bothering to disrobe. She gasped as the water bombarded her body, weighing down her jammies. The pop star drew her knees to her chest, and lifted her face towards the spray, making her tears indistinguishable from the ice water.
The brunette was up at the crack of dawn. She hadn't slept well despite Lilly's all night touchy-feelyness. Her sleep had been addled by a nightmare involving Lilly, herself, and a deserted island. They took turns keeping watch at night, and foraged seaweed when the sun was up. The washed up green slime was the only sustenance afforded to them by the unforgiving landscape. After several weeks, the hunger had literally crazed Lilly. During her turn as watch, her delusional brain conjured up a juicy hamburger in place of Miley's face. It spoke to her in fragrant wafts and grill-top sizzles, and she succumbed. She figured the brunette would never wake to a slight nibbling sensation, and rationalized that it was only a nibble. One bite-sized little morsel she'd probably never even miss. The blonde leaned in and bit off a chunk of the sleeping girl's nose, and that's where Miley had shot out of sleep, sweaty and a little disoriented.
Now, the guilt had gnawed its way from her subconscious mind to her conscious mind. She sat downstairs, racking her brain for a suitable means of amending last night's intolerable act. She was determined to make up her kissy rapist slip-up to Lilly, and as she thought about it, she figured the best place to start was with breakfast. Miley figured the way to the blonde's heart could very well lie somewhere in her bottomless stomach.
Miley danced across the living room, and into the kitchen, revitalized by her newfound purpose. She pulled out all the ingredients necessary to make a fluffy stack of orgasmic pancakes, and went to town, doing her best to give IHOP a run for their money.
Upstairs, Lilly's eyes slowly opened. Her nose had gotten a whiff of something wonderful, offsetting her beastly stomach. She rubbed the last traces of sleep from her eyes, and rolled out of bed, intent on following that mouthwatering aroma. She reached the bottom of the staircase, and peeped at Miley in the kitchen. The brunette was squeezing fresh orange juice into a glass with zeal. Miley looked cute. Her hair was tousled, and trussed up in a messy ponytail, and her face was painted up in smudges of flour. She had a bounce in her step, a lingering smirk on her lips, and a glow in her eyes. Lilly watched her for a few moments longer, before piping up, "Okay, who do I have to do to compensate for this act of kindness?"
Miley looked up, startled. "Dang it, Lil! You scared me! Stop being silly, it's an act of kindness of the random variety."
Lilly trotted over to the counter. "Well in that case, could you pick out all the pulp from that orange juice? It makes me gag. And when you're done with that, be sure to touch base with me, bitch, I've got a load of laundry at home with your name on it."
"Charming," smirked the brunette, picking out a strainer from a drawer.
Just as Miley went for the glass of juice, Lilly snatched it up and took a healthy gulp. "What's that for?" she laughed, pointing at the strainer.
"I was going to de-pulp your OJ."
Lilly growled. "Stewart, you dirty, dirty girl! Say that to me again."
Miley blushed, and gave the blonde a hearty shove. "You're such a punk sometimes!"