So I wrote this for the Opposite Attraction flash fic contest. The keyword was dessert. I hope you enjoy!

Jake's was an odd place for a wedding shower/ engagement party, but Robin and Patrick had insisted on it. They wanted it to be fun. They wanted it to be a big party, something to take the place of the bachelor and bachelorette parties they wouldn't be having.

Maxie was a little disappointed, she wasn't going to lie, she needed a girl's night out, and was hoping that throwing Robin a proper bachelorette party would do the trick. She needed a new project to get her mind off him. She couldn't' believe he was all she thought about. Well, she more than thought about him. Why else would she have given Lulu those trashy novels, all she did was fantasize about him doing those things to her; she had to get those books out of their regrettably pink room. She had to get them out of the penthouse, and as far away from her as possible. Then Lulu let her borrow the books Carly had left at Shadybrook. Now there were all sorts of new things for her to imagine.

She had roped him into decorating for the party, not that he minded, he enjoyed spending time with Dr. Drake, and really liked Robin, and well, it was another excuse to spend some time with his Maximista.

I'd like you to pour some sugar on me, she thought, when the song came over the jukebox.

"I am sure Coleman has some around here somewhere."

"Huh," she asked being snapped back from yet another fantasy.

"You asked for sugar. I was only replying that Coleman must have some around here somewhere."

Did she really say that out loud? "Sugar, "she stuttered, "yep, my coffee needs more sugar," she said headed towards the bar.

"Here ya go, Missy," Coleman said handing her a few packets.

"You don't have any lo-cal sweetener?"

"You asked for sugar sweetheart, so that's what I gave you. Do you want the pink stuff or the blue kind?"

"Do you have the yellow kind?"

"Sure, sure."

She dumped the contents of the packets into her paper cup; she choked down a sip, "much better." Or ten thousands time worse. Oh well she thought forcing another gulp down, she had to make this believable.

"Thirsty?"

"Just needed an energy boost," she yawned.

"Are you alright? You have been awfully tired lately."

"I've had a lot going on lately; between Robin, the baby, and all the extra work I've been doing at Crimson, not to mention," she paused, not to mention the sleep she wasn't getting when she was dreaming about him having his way with her, "not to mention planning this party."

"Maybe you should go home and get some rest."

"I can't. I've got a ton of work at the office, then I have to come back here and make sure everything is in place, then I have to go home and get ready." Her mind instantly wondered to him having her backed against the wall of the shower, hot water beating down on them; it sent a shiver down her spin.

"I can make sure this party meets all of your expectations; when you are done at the office, go back to the penthouse. Take a nap or nice relaxing bubble bath." Bubble bath he thought, man how he would love to watch her soak in a tub full of bubbles.

"You have bubble bath," she teased.

"The Jackal is full of surprises; I had a loufa didn't I?"

"Spinelli you will never stop amazing me. Thanks for all your help; you really are the best friend I've ever had."

Both of their hearts sank, there that word was again, best friend, neither of them wanted to ruin their friendship by letting on that they wanted more.

"You look refreshed. Did you have a nice nap? Bath?"

"I am, I took a very nice nap. I slept for so long I barely had time to get ready. Does my hair look okay," she asked motioning to her blonde curls, one side pinned back with a dragonfly clip.

"You're hair always looks marvelous," he replied.

She smiled, knowing he would say that, he always did.

Just as soon as the party begun it felt like it was ending. It had been a nice evening; thank goodness nothing horrific or catastrophic had happened. "Well," Maxie turned to Robin, "I guess that's it, we laughed, we danced, we even sang a little. You got some great stuff. I don't have anything else planned, you both said no strippers," she winked, causing the guest to laugh. "But seriously," she said raising her glass, "I love you guys, and I'm so happy for you. I hope one day I can find what you two have. Maybe," she said through her teeth, "I won't be as stubborn as the two of you, and just let it happen," she waved her hands a bit, as if she was trying to erase the last statement. "It doesn't matter how it happened, this is your happily ever after. The end is always a new beginning, so," she paused, "here's to Robin and Patrick," she finished taking a sip of her champagne.

He laughed, Maxie not stubborn he thought, if she wasn't so stubborn, maybe she would just let things happen between them.

"So that's it? No cake? This is a party isn't it," Patrick questioned.

"Nope, no cake, what do you think this is your birthday? You'll have cake at your wedding. Isn't your groom's cake in the shape of a race car?"

"Really," Robin started, "no cake, no cookies, nothing sweet."

"Robin, I guess I really didn't think about it," another lie. Of course she had thought about it. First it was monogrammed cookies, but cookies made her think of the dream she had about baking for him in nothing but an apron. So cookies were out of the question, how about cupcakes? But cupcakes made her think about icing, and how much she wanted him to eat some off of her. Hell, even something as simple as cake had her all hot and bothered, all she wanted to do with cake was pop out of one for his birthday. He would surely die if she did something like that.

"It's okay sweetheart, you've been busy, don't worry about it."

"Dr. Robin is right, you've been busy, and that's why I took the liberty of getting a gigantic pan of brownies from Kelly's. Mike said everyone liked them."

Brownies. Wonderful. Chocolate. Chocolate covered Spinelli. Licking chocolate off his torso. Her mind was running wild, and she didn't like it, she really had to get out, take a step back, she needed air.

He saw her rush towards the door and stopped her just before she could walk away. "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm really not feeling well, can you call me a cab or something, I think I need to go home." Yep, she needed to go home for a while, try and fall asleep before he made his way back to the penthouse.

"I will do no such thing."

"Spinelli, you are not going to make me stay here."

"No, but I am going to take you home. They can handle themselves," he said pointing to the group behind them.

"I can take care of myself."

"I know you can, but how much of a gentleman, or best friend," he rolled his eyes at the later statement, "would I be if I just shipped you away when you needed some kind of help."

"Fine, just let me tell Robin and Patrick bye, okay?" She walked over to her cousin and Patrick, "hey," she said slowly, "I hope you enjoyed the evening, I'm going to go ahead and go okay, I'm really exhausted."

Robin cut her off, "go, and get a good night's rest. We were about to leave anyway, mom's at our house with the baby." She hugged her, "thanks for everything; you really didn't have to do this."

"Yes I did, Robin we're family. I love you," she gave Patrick a quick hug and congratulated him again and was out the door."

They walked in the door of the penthouse, "I'm going to get ready for bed," she said when she saw him set down on the couch and open his laptop. "Are you coming up anytime soon?" please say no she thought, fall asleep on the couch, no not the couch, not that couch, Jason really needed to get another couch, she saw it and thought about the night, well their night, maybe she would spill juice on it tomorrow. How could she be feeling this way about Spinelli, he was her best friend, she needed him, she needed a best friend, not a boyfriend, not a lover, not right now.

"I'm not tired, but I shouldn't be too long, just finishing some research."

"Good."

"What?"

"I just meant I'm glad you're not as exhausted as I am, I'm happy for you, stay up as long as you want," she was rambling, he had that affect on her. "I'm going to bed, good night," she started towards the stairs and quickly turned around she forgot to give him a good night kiss. She pecked his cheek and headed up the stairs.

A moment later she was shrieking his name running back down the stairs with a small bag of sugar and a can of peaches. "You heard what I said!?"

He walked out of the kitchen, "you've got the peaches, I've got the cream," he shrugged.

She looked at him in complete shock. He flashed her that classic Spinelli smile and headed up the stairs. She was on his heels and suddenly stopped. "We don't have to," he said a little disappointed, he thought he had been very clever.

"Oh no, you're not getting out of this that easy," she shook her head. "I was just pinching myself to make sure this wasn't a dream," she whispered in his ear, cutting in front of him, and beating him to their room.

He stood there blinking for a moment, "you've been dreaming about The Jackal," he chuckled.