[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

[A/N] Welcome to the last chapter of my little Butchella fic. It was a fun project for me to work on. I hope some of you had fun reading it as well. Thanks for taking the time to leave a comment. Your support means a lot to me.

Have a great weekend, everyone. Remember to hug someone you love. Hugs are important.

#To my guest reviewer who noticed the quote from But I'm a Cheerleader. I totally adore that movie. It's one of my favorite lesbian movies of all times. I need to watch it again sometime soon. There are many movies that focus on butch femme dynamics. I recommend Better than Chocolate and Tipping the Velvet.#

Enough with my A/N now, enjoy the chapter. It's Prom time for our girls…

**6**

Bella

I lift the glass with the water to my lips again, taking a small sip while I try to ignore the horrible silence. Alice's bitchy mother is the last person on earth that I would like to be alone with. A quick glimpse at the watch around my wrist tells me that only four minutes have passed since I have entered our neighbors' house.

My sweaty hand cramps a bit more around the little white box on my lap. I really hope she's going to like the violets. Alice has told me that her dress is purple, so I thought that violets would go nice with that.

Mrs. Brandon clears her throat and raises her eyes from the book she's been pretending to be busy reading.

"Does your father allow you to dress like this in public?"

With a sigh I look down at the brand new black tuxedo I've spend my savings of the last three months on. It looks great. Well, I do think it looks great on me.

"Charlie lets me wear whatever I feel comfortable in." I tell her, forcing my lips into the widest grin possible.

She frowns. "I wouldn't want my Mary Alice to dress like a boy. There's no need to shove it into everyone's face that she's…well…different."

"The word is gay, Mrs. Brandon." I tell her. "There is nothing wrong with being gay. It's normal."

A sound close to a chuckle leaves her mouth. "You are not what I consider normal, Bella."

I feel the irresistible urge to slam my hand forward and punch Alice's mom into her stupid face. How such an annoying person can be the mother to such a sweet girl is beyond me.

"Hey." Alice's voice calls shyly from the stairs. I turn around and it is exactly in this moment that I know I love her. Homophobic mother or not, I want to be with this beautiful creature for the rest of my life.

The dress she has chosen to wear is a deep plume color. It looks lovely with her milky skin and hugs her delicate curves just perfectly. Her usually spikey curls have been tamed with some kind of glittery gel and somehow she has formed them into beautiful waves. Alice is so beautiful that I want to cry. Not that I would actually dare to cry in front of the in-law witch.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting." My girlfriend whispers, shifting around on the silver-colored high heels. Those shoes look terribly uncomfortable. How is she planning on dancing in those the entire night?

"Do I look okay?"

"You're beautiful." I tell her. Then, I take her small hand in mine and put it to my lips to blow a kiss over the back of her hand. "The prettiest of them all,"

Alice's mother takes two pictures with a camera. One of Alice alone and a second one with me having my arm wrapped around her shoulder. Somehow I have a feeling that Mrs. Brandon is going to send the first picture to Alice's father.

Inside the car, I hand the box with the violets to her and lean over to press a soft kiss on her lips. They taste of the sticky lip-gloss she has applied on them. Still her mouth is warm and very inviting. I end up kissing her a second time.

"Those are my favorite flowers. Thank you." She says, placing her hand on my knee to move her fingertips gently over the fabric of my pants.

The school parking lot is already crowded when we make it to school. After parking the car, I help Alice to step outside the cabin of the truck without breaking an ankle. My hand stays around hers the entire way inside the gym. The decoration is awful. Pink and green balloons are hanging around everywhere. It looks like our prom motto is back to the eighties or something like that.

Left to the entrance Lauren and Jessica are close to scratching each other's eyes out with their acrylic claws. Both of them are dressed in the same pink satin dress. They don't seem to like this fact too much.

I wave my hand at Angela who has an almost idiotically grin on her face while she dances with Ben. See, I knew he would say yes if she'd ask him.

After drinking a glass of sugary punch, I lead Alice towards the dance floor. There is some giggling coming from some of the others. Alice stiffens but I whisper into her ear to just ignore the idiots.

My girlfriend is a way better dancer than myself. Like a fairy over a blossom, she swirls around on the dance floor, making it hard for me to keep up with her.

Finally a slow song comes up and I pull her closer against my body. "Are you having a good time?" I ask her, running my nose over her neck.

"Are you?"

"I don't care too much for Prom." I confess. "But I like being with you, so the answer is yes."

Her glossy lips turn into a smile. "Can I get a kiss?"

"Here in front of everyone?" I tease her, tightening my grip around her waist a bit to bring her closer.

She laughs. It's a lovely sound. Closing my eyes, I lower my mouth to hers. For a few glorious seconds, the world around us disappears.

Then I hear Lauren's annoying voice behind me. "Is this a prom or a freak show?"

I'm pretty sure that me breaking the bitch's nose would end with me getting detention, so have to stay away from it.

"Mind your own business, Mallory." Alice snarls, stopping our dancing moves completely.

"You are sick, just like Bella is."

"I pity you." My girlfriend states coldly. "You are an embittered bitch with no real friends."

"I do have friends." Lauren croaks. "You know shit, Brandon."

Alice's lips curl upwards. "I tell you what I know. The dress you are wearing is an entire size too small for your ass. Oh, and just for your information; pink looks better on brunettes than on blondes."

With that Alice turns around again and pulls me with her. In front of the mirrors in the restroom I wait for her to come out of the stall.

"I hate Lauren."

Wrapping my arms around Alice, I plant a kiss on her bare left shoulder. She shivers slightly when I run my tongue over her soft skin. "Forget her. She doesn't matter."

"I will." She murmurs, turning her head back to me. "Bella, I love you."

I kiss her, tender at first but after a few moments things get hotter. My hands fist into the fabric of her dress, pushing it upwards to expose her slim thighs.

She pushes me into the stall behind us and locks the door. "We have to be quiet."

"Crazy girl," I whisper, swirling my tongue down her throat. I love the way her skin tastes like now. It's sweet and a bit tart from the perfume she has sprayed on there earlier.

Alice moans softly, when I sink down on my knees in front of her. My tongue glides up the straps of her heel, before I lift it over my shoulder. It seems so forbidden to be doing this here with her. Yet, at the same time the thought of possibly getting caught is strangely arousing.

Lightly as a butterfly, I let my tongue flatter over the lace of Alice's panties. She moans again when I shove them down to her knees and touch her bare sex without a barrier.

"Quiet, my girl," I whisper, pressing my lips on her pussy. My tongue parts her outer lips, searching its way to the sensitive clit between them. I lick her in a fast, breathtaking rhythm. Up and down the tip of my tongue moves, letting her inner lips quiver against my mouth. Thrusting my tongue as deep inside of her as possible, I groan when her muscles clench around it.

Alice loses her balance and I barely manage to steady her before both of us end on the hard floor.

My knees feel weak now. I stand up and kiss Alice's lips, trying to give her time between kisses to catch her breathe again.

"I'm all over you chin." She mumbles. "Let me fix that."

She grabs some toilet paper and runs it over my jaw. "I'm sorry for being so wet."

"Silly girl, I like that you are so very responsive." I tell her, planting another kiss on her mouth.

I shudder when Alice's dainty hand glides down my chest and fumbles with the buttons of my trousers. A gasp escapes her lips when she feels the hard plastic shaft against her fingertips. I don't like wearing the strap-on in public very often. But this outfit somehow didn't seem complete to me without it. Even if nobody apart from me would know it was there.

"Do you want to take me again?" Alice breathes against my earlobe, making my skin tingle from the contact of her warm breathe.

"Not here."

She pulls the dildo out and rubs her hand up and down its length. "What do you want me to do?"

My voice comes out in a raspy whisper when I ask her to suck me off. The power I feel when she goes down on her knees and takes the head of the plastic penis between her lips is divine. I have to force myself to keep still and not thrust my hips against her face.

Alice develops a torturous game of sucking and swirling just the tip of her tongue over the toy. I press my lips together to suffocate a loud moan. The blood rushes through my veins. It thunders in my ears. I'm not supposed to feel anything and yet I can feel everything. The back of the dildo presses against my clit, rubbing over it with every attempt of her to take me deeper inside her mouth. Fisting my hands into her hair, I feel my climax rocking through my body.

"Ouch." Alice calls out, standing up from the ground. "The ground is so fucking hard. I think, I hurt my knees."

"I'm sorry, princess." I chuckle, leaning down to blow kisses on each of her knees. "Let's go. Are you ready?"

I wait patiently for her to rearrange her curly hair in front of the mirror. Then she applies a fresh layer of lip gloss on her mouth and tells me she's ready to go.

On the stage, our headmistress announces Jessica as the prom queen. She's thrilled. I can see how her skin is all spotted when she rushes up the stairs to stand next to a moronic grinning Mike Newton. The two of them have been in an on and off relationship for over a year now.

I hug Alice from behind and graze the shell of her ear tenderly with my teeth. "Would you have liked to be queen?"

She shakes her head. "You only get to be queen for one night. I can be your princess for forever."

We kiss and I enjoy how our bodies melt together in perfect harmony while we rock against each other to the rhythm of the music.

"I have to be home at midnight."

"You're really a princess, aren't you?" I tell her. "Too bad your heels aren't made of glass."

Alice sighs. "Glass slippers couldn't be more uncomfortable. My feet are killing me."

She squeaks when I lift her up and carry her outside to the parking lot. "Put me down. Put me down. I can walk."

"Already there," I state, opening the door of the truck for her. Inside the car I slide the heels down her feet and stroke my fingertips over her black-painted toe nails.

"Let's go home before this carriage morphs back into a pumpkin again."

"I never wanted to be Cinderella. She had an evil stepmother."

Yours isn't that much nicer, I think. That's not what I tell her, though. It could upset her. "You're not Cinderella. You are just my princess."

She leans over to me and shifts around on the seat until she finally ends up sitting on my lap. "Thank you for tonight. I love you."

I cup her face carefully between both of my hands. My voice is trembling a bit when I speak up. "I love you too."

Her mouth finds mine and I enjoy the tingles running down my spine as her tongue swirls around my own. "Tell me again." she demands. "I want to hear you say it again."

"I love you, Alice. I love you very much, my beautiful princess."

I hold her close to my chest and caress her arms and back. This is so calm and peaceful.

"Will we be together forever?"

"No." I tell her. "But only because I have about twenty minutes left to bring you home on time."

I kiss the tip of her nose and gently maneuver her back to the passenger's seat. "I could sneak into your bedroom again later. Would you like that?"

She nods her head. "I'd love that."

Alice rests her head against my shoulder while I drive us back home. When we reach her house, she has drifted into sleep.

"Wake up, princess." I whisper, letting my lips flutter over hers in a soft kiss. "We are home."

She opens her eyes and blinks at me. "I wish I could sleep in your bed tonight. My mom is so mean for forbidding me to stay at your place over night."

"We'll figure something out." I state, pulling her into a second, more passionate kiss. "Go back inside now before you're going to be late again."

She puts her shoes back on and plants a final good night kiss on my mouth. It feels like my lips are a bit swollen from all the kisses tonight. God, I really do love this girl.

"I leave my window open for you." Alice whispers, before she walks off to the front door of her house.

Before she pulls out her keys she turns around for a last time and blows a kiss at me. I pretend to catch the kiss with my hand and stuff it into my pocket. When Alice disappears inside her house, I step out of the car.

Charlie is still sitting in the kitchen, pretending to read yesterday's edition of the Seattle Times, when I walk in.

"You're still up?" I greet him.

"I just couldn't sleep." He tells me, putting the newspaper away. "How was Prom?"

"It was okay. Alice had fun. That's what counts to me."

Charlie takes a gulp from the can of beer in front of him. "You really do like that girl, don't you?"

"She's special. If only her mother wasn't such a harpy."

He chuckles, lifting the beer to his mouth again. "Do you think your grandma liked me when I started dating your mother? That woman hated me until she took her last breathe."

I walk over to the fridge and pull the apple juice out. Pouring myself a glass, I ask Charlie if Grandma Marie is the reason why he and Renee got a divorce.

"Hell, no, kid. Your mother and I…we are very different. We both wanted different things from life. The divorce hasn't messed you up, right?"

I drink the entire glass of deliciously cold apple juice in one big gulp before I answer him. "I'm not a lesbian because you and Mom fucked up. This is just me. I can't be any other way."

"It's fine, kiddo. I don't care with whom you want to be with as long as said person makes you happy."

"Alice makes me happy." I tell him, putting the empty glass and some plates that are standing on the counter into the dishwasher. God, I hate to clean after Charlie all the time. He's so messy.

"She seems like a nice girl." Charlie states. "I'm glad she likes you back."

I give my Dad a one-armed hug and tell him that I'm tired and want to crash. It seems to take forever until I can hear him coming up the stairs to his bedroom and even longer until he snores loud enough for me to be sure that he's fast asleep now.

Opening my window to climb outside, I realize that it has started to rain. I quickly exchange the jacket of my tux with my blue hoodie.

It's a good thing that the way to my princess's bedroom is going to be a short one. That's one of the many advantages falling in love with the girl next door brings with it…