Haha! It's finished! I realize it was a quick update, but I had the idea and needed to write it. So I did. Then I uploaded it. And it sat in my documents for a while. And I felt like I was being mean by not posting it. So here it is, the conclusion to the epic Cupcake miniseries. This was pretty fun to write. Thanks for hanging with me. This is momentous. I have never ever, ever finished a multi-part story before. Ever. In any fan fiction genre. That's why I was so eager to stick to oneshots with my Twilight stories. But yeah. I finished it! I want cake now. Hooray! Thank you again for reading, and please let me know how you liked the ending, ect. Love you all!!

Cupcakes, part six

By Ren

Ridiculous. That was how I looked. Absolutely ridiculous. Alice was mental. She might have been stuck in the asylum for her visions, but I wanted to send her back for her next crazy scheme.

I glared at myself in the mirror. An hour. It had been an hour. How much longer was she going to hold me here? I sat perched on a stool in front of the long mirror of Alice's bathroom. All I could do was glare at my reflection as she bustled around me, practically exploding with joy. I could only begin to wonder what visions she was seeing.

The first thing to disappear – along with my dignity, of course – had been my clothing. My adored jeans and worn t-shirt were in a pile on the floor, along with (much to my embarrassment) my panties and bra. Apparently, Alice wanted a full makeover.

After a terrible argument that I had lost, Alice had stuffed me into one of those super-expensive, super-sexy lace things that made me look a full cup-size larger and gave me cleavage. I won't mention what panties she had for me.

Said new cleavage was now lining the hem of the plunging v-neck of the sapphire cocktail dress she had me in. It was halter-top styled, synched around the waist and appeared as though it were cut into shreds around my thighs. The layered, shredded-like material ended just above my knees, and swished when I walked. Alice had produced a pair of black peep-toe heels which I had vehemently refused. I had won that argument, only after Alice foresaw me falling down the stairs and breaking my leg. Again. She had settled for a cute pair of black flats.

After I had been tucked into the dress – I didn't even want to know who had made it or how much it had cost – she had launched in to doing my makeup. A soft liquid foundation, a brush-over with powder, and a highlight on my cheeks with some blusher. She took out a menacing looking pen, and when I balked she just scowled.

"Bella, I'm way safer with eyeliner than you are."

I had just defiantly closed my eyes and let her line them with the soft, grey color. She powder-dusted my eyelids with some soft blue eye shadow, and when I opened them again she fanned out the lashes with thickening mascara. I had to admit, Alice could make me look pretty.

So as I sat, Alice added a bit of red to my lips before setting it down. Finally. We had exhausted all forms of makeup and she couldn't possibly have anything more to do to me. Gleefully, I hopped up.

"Sit back down, I'm not through yet." Alice was hovering over something in the corner and didn't even glance up. Woefully, I sat back down. My butt was starting to go numb from sitting.

"What else is there," I whined. She giggled softly and turned back to face me. I felt the blood rush from my face.

"Oh Bella, we'll have to put more blush on you if you keep turning into a ghost on me, or… maybe it's better that way," she mused and started wiping off my blush, but I only had eyes for what she was holding in her other hand.

"Alice… put… that… away…" Alice pouted and looked at the barrel curling iron in her hands.

"Bella, you know I'm way safer with this than anyone else."

"Alice, when have you ever curled hair before?" I nodded pointedly at her own spikey halo around her head. Hardly room for curling. Alice pursed her lips.

"Regardless, you're not leaving until I volumize your hair."

"If that's what you want to call it," I muttered, slumping over. Humming a song I didn't recognize, Alice got to work with my hair. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. Then I counted to fifteen. I was halfway to twenty when Alice spoke.

"Done!" My eyes opened in surprise; it had always taken Renee forty-five minutes to do my hair, and that was when I was younger and had much less.

I hardly recognized the girl in the mirror. She looked… beautiful. Brunette locks were coiled around her face and bounded down her shoulders. The sapphire color of her dress made her skin look pale, especially since there was no more blusher on her cheeks. Bright red lips stood out on her contrasting skin and only her dark eyes gave her away as human. That girl couldn't be me. I almost looked… like them. I was almost as beautiful as Alice, or Edward even. In my own way, of course.

"Here," Alice's bell-like voice tinkled in my ear and I tore my gaze away from the mirror to look at her. Offered in one hand was a plate of unfrosted cupcakes, still in mint condition. In her other hand was the remaining batter.

"The cupcake tray?"

"Emmett hid it in the cupboard before he brought the cupcakes to me." I nodded mutely and slowly took the items from her, careful not to get anything on the pretty dress. Alice escorted me to the door and opened it. As quickly as I could, I slipped out of her room and went to the stairs. I really was glad I had won the fight about the heels. Third step from the bottom, I slipped, but managed to catch myself amazingly. Landing on my feet, I ran into the kitchen.

Rather, I ran into something solid. And cold. I felt cold hands on my bare arms pry me away. In an instant, the cupcakes were whisked from my hands. My mind started functioning in time to see Edward turn back to face me after setting them on the counter. He just stayed there, staring. His eyes went from my shoes up to my face. By the time his eyes met mine, I was blushing crimson. Slowly, a crooked smile played across his features. Leisurely, he stretched out his arms for me. Gratefully, I bounded into them, crashing into his chest and wrapping my arms around his torso. I felt his solid arms close around my thin frame. His lips pressed into my hair and I felt him take in a deep breath.

"You look… delicious." He chuckled softly into the top of my head when my heart spazzed and my cheeks blushed brightly. "You smell delicious, too," he murmured softly before lowering his head. His lips brushed against my cheek. Instinctively, I turned my face to kiss his lips, but he moved away. I pouted. He chuckled, then kissed my throat gently. Again, my heart flip-flopped in my chest.

"Kiss me," I whispered to him. Within a second, his lips had trailed up and found mine. Such pretty stone lips. I don't recall when I ended up with my back against the pantry door and Edward's body against mine, but I didn't mind. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers lacing with his hair. One of his hands held my face; the other was on my waist and stealthily moving lower. His lips parted slightly and lifted off of mine briefly. I took the opportunity to breathe before he kissed me again. His scent was intoxicating, my whole room was spinning. I was glad I was leaning against the door – I might not still be standing if I weren't.

"Geeze you two, get a room!" Edward's lips were torn from mine as he turned his upper body, snarling at Emmett. I just stayed crunched against the door, unable to move, beet red. That's when I realized what position I was in. Edward had untied the top part of my dress and the loose straps had slid off my shoulders. Fortunately, the gown was fitted enough through the bosom to stay up. Sometime in our kiss, his wandering hand had hitched my right leg up onto his hip and was holding it there. His other hand had slid off of my face and now held my left wrist against the door. I don't think I could have turned redder.

After Emmett had breezed through the kitchen lightly, murmuring "sexy Bella" on the way, Edward turned back to me. I don't think he expected the position we were in either; his eyes widened slightly and he looked a bit ashamed. I was sure he'd be blushing if he could. Gently, he first set my leg down and released my wrist. Wordlessly, he tugged me from the door and spun me around, quickly retying the top of the dress. Before I could turn back to face him, his cold hands grabbed my waist and pulled my back against his front. I felt his cold lips at my ear sending shivers down my spine.

"You do look beautiful, though," he murmured softly, his velvety voice seductive. I just continued to get redder. He released me and wandered reluctantly over to the cupcakes.

I went to the oven and started it back up again while Edward re-mixed the batter to remove any clumps that had appeared. I'll admit it took me much longer to start the oven than it took him to declump the batter, all point-oh-three seconds of Edward's whisking. Stupid vampire.

With the oven warming up, I set more paper liners into the tray we had retrieved from the pantry and he spooned the last of the batter into them again. I had guessed wrongly earlier; we only had thirty-six. Not that it mattered.

Once the oven had warmed up, Edward gracefully deposited the cupcakes into the furnace. While the last batch was baking, I hunted down the remains of our icing that Emmett hadn't used to redecorate the Volvo. The first two sets of cupcakes were plenty cool enough to ice. Edward picked up the spatula, and I held out the tub of vanilla icing. He spread, I sprinkled.

On occasion, he would flick icing at me, much to my terror. Each time, I was terrified it would ruin Alice's pretty dress. And each time, Edward's perfect aim hit my face or my arm, never touching the fabric. Finally, I used my finger to wipe a particularly large chunk of icing from my arm. Reaching up, I smacked it right on his face. His lovely ocher eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed deviously.

"You have to clean that up, you know," he purred.

"Oh do I?" He only nodded. I pushed the nearly-finished cupcakes aside and crawled up onto the counter. I turned and sat facing him and reached for him. I grabbed his shirt and tugged. Edward obliged me.

"With pleasure." I tilted my head back and leaned up to his face. My lips touched his icing-covered lips and my tongue made quick work of the icing. When the icing was gone along with the danger of my tongue being accidentally cut by something venomous and sharp, his face relaxed into the kiss, his arms snaking around my body. I scooted closer on the countertop, my legs wrapping around him, but I didn't care. He kissed me and I kissed him.

I was so absorbed with Edward that I barely heard the door open and close. I did, however, hear Emmett's voice from the other room.

"Don't go in there, Esme. Bella's decorating Edward's cupcakes." I chuckled softly against Edward's growl and just pulled him closer. So I was, so I was.