Title: Bubble Tea

Genre: Romance/Drama

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I no own

Summary: When Bunny Tsukino learns that she's pregnant with Darien Shields child, she feels that her life is over. A baby wouldn't have been a problem if the father hadn't been a one night stand. Now she's unsure with what her next move should be, and if he would be as supportive as her best friends are. She can't help but wonder when her life became a TV-drama. - AU

NO BETA. BEWARE OF ERRORS. (I'm looking for a beta! Message me if you're interested!)

Order 7. Rose Lychee Slush with Boba

His early morning kisses on her shoulder are what woke her up. She smiled sleepily and stared over at their alarm clock. They had at least an hour before either of them had to get up and start their day.

Her fiancés firm mouth nibbled on her earlobe, and she couldn't help the giggle that escaped her.

"I see my plan is working," He murmured huskily in her ear as his large hands cupped her braless breast through her sleeping shirt.

Lita hummed in appreciation, she remained spooned against him, wiggling her hips onto his. "I feel that you're already standing at attention."

Andrew only chuckled breathily against the back of her neck, causing her to shiver at the feeling, "Waking up next to a beautiful woman will do that."

This time it was her that chuckled, only for it to turn into a soft sigh as he touched massaged her sensitive breast.

They had a rule about love making in the morning. It was mostly because of Lita, since she hated morning breath, but they would not face one another until they brushed their teeth. It was silly, but over the years they've managed to create the most interesting positions due to her rule.

He placed a knee in-between her legs and separated them. She had nothing more on than her cotton panties and baggy sleep shirt, and her hand stroked his arm as his free hand traveled downwards. He had on nothing but boxers. The satin texture was cool against her bare legs. He was already hard, firm, and ready against her backside.

She couldn't help but let out another girlish giggle, although it quickly became a moan as his larger fingers found the most sensitive part of her body.

They had an hour to kill, and Lita appreciated the fact that they could try to take their time.

He brought her to an orgasm with just his hand and she shook violently as it tore through her. Once he was sure she was done riding the waves of pleasure, he moved her undergarment aside and placed himself at her entrance.

Their fingers intertwined as he moved lazily inside of her.

Andrew groaned lowly in her ear, and the sound was the most erotic thing that his fiancé had ever heard. She would never get tired of hearing it.

They moved faster and his fingers were once again rubbing on her swollen bundle of nerves.

Their alarm clock began to buzz annoyingly, but neither of them stopped.

"Oh God, oh God," Lita panted. Her knees tried to pinch together unsuccessfully as she tumbled over the edge and pleasure crashed over her again, and again, and again. Andrew refused to let up, not even when she begged him to stop, her overly stimulated body was quickly becoming too sensitive.

Yet that didn't stop her from peaking repeatedly.

After what felt like an intense eternity, his hand moved away from her and gripped tightly onto her hips as he moved faster than before.

Her head fell back onto the pillow, but her high sighs became louder as he began to nearly slam against her with all of his weight.

With a hiss, he came inside of her. She held his hand tightly as he shuddered.

Afterwards he collapsed back onto his pillow and she tiredly reached over to her nightstand and turned their alarm off.

Both of them were huffing, trying to catch their breath.

Her green eyes peered over at the clock. At this rate she was going to be late for work. Her face snuggled deeper into her pillow, and she could tell that Andrew was more than likely dozing off.

"We have to get up," She reached for him with her other arm and poked his ribs.

"Mm," He groaned in response. "You should call in late to work today."

"Why?"

"So we can keep doing it."

She glanced at him and noticed the mischievous light in his hazel eyes. It was a tempting idea, if she didn't already have so many things to do that day. Running a catering company was quite literally a full time job. And Lita was too much of a perfectionist to allow anyone else to do it.

"You know I'm saving those hours for our honeymoon," She stated as she managed to roll out of bed and land on shaky legs. She used their mattress to steady herself for a bit before successfully standing fully.

He watched her hungrily, taking in her long lithe form and giving her a wolfish grin. If anyone else knew exactly how insatiable Andrew was when it came to sex, they wouldn't believe it. He was such a laid back guy, but he enjoyed some pretty interesting stuff.

She felt empowered by his blatant want of her.

Instead of allowing him to continue to have his way with her – which she wanted far more than she'd ever really admit— she moseyed into their en suite to take a shower.

Lita had just managed to finish brushing her teeth and washing the important parts of her anatomy when Andrew joined her.

"Drew!" She half-scolded him, noticing that his breath was now minty fresh as he gave her a deep kiss.

"You're the boss, they'll excuse you," He told her as his large hands roamed over her flat stomach and his hot mouth kissed behind her ear.

No matter how hard she tried to prevent it, she was going to be late for work.

"Uh, boss?" Chad was one of her chefs. His usual shaggy hair was pulled away from his face and back into a tight stump of a ponytail. His clear blue eyes took in Lita's form.

She had been rereading over the menu of the wedding they were going to cater that afternoon. Her green eyes moved up to his, "What's up?"

The chef shuffled his feet awkwardly before giving her a smile that was more of a grimace, "Don't mean to point out the obvious. But you have a huge hickey on the back of your neck."

His boss froze, "What?"

She grabbed her purse and high-tailed it to the nearest restroom. The hotel they were setting up in was grand, which high vaulted ceilings and chandeliers around every corner.

Grabbing her makeup bag from her purse, she used the hand mirror and to reflect her neck off of the larger restroom mirror. There was a large hickey just behind her left ear. A pathetic groan escaped her as she reached for her concealer and tried to do her best to tone down the angry red coloring.

After ten minutes of working in silence she deemed it okay enough to be seen in public with. The mark was barely visible under the layers of concealer and foundation.

Letting out a sigh of relief, she packed her stuff back in her purse and began to head towards where her staff was setting up. The servers had to be counted and told which sections they would be at. She had to go over the food list one last time, despite the fact that she knew everything was perfect. The wedding planner would probably want to speak to her about serving the cake. It was the last minute stuff that always made things stressful.

On her way back down the large corridor she spotted the last man she had ever wanted to lay eyes on again.

Nephrite Stanton was speaking to the wedding planner, as poised and confident as he always had been. His hair had been cut and was now short and stylish, a vast difference from his once shoulder blade length. That aside, his face looked the same as it did years ago, if not a little aged.

His ice blue eyes spotted her from over the wedding planner's shoulder. He gave an excuse to the planner, a petite redheaded woman with beautiful turquoise colored eyes, and the two went their separate ways. Her into the large ballroom, which would serve as the reception area. He, on the other hand, went to Lita.

She inwardly cursed.

"I almost didn't recognize you," Nephrite's voice was velvety smooth and deep, it caused her knees to shake. He had gestured to her white chef's jacket and dark green slacks.

This was the man who had eaten her heart and spit it out once he was done. She reminded herself that he was a chapter in her life eight years ago, back when she was only twenty-two. He had been thirty at the time. Lita had been so in love with him back then. Despite how long it had been, her heart still ached to see him looking so perfect.

"I'm catering the wedding. Do you know the newlyweds?" She asked, surprised to hear her voice sound so calm.

Nephrite shook his head, "my wife, Molly, is the wedding planner. I was just dropping off her cell phone. She tends to forget it at home."

Of course he would be married. He had probably been married when the two of them had their love affair almost a decade ago. It was a part of her life that she had struggled to put behind her, and in fact was the reason why she started dating Andrew to begin with.

"I've been thinking about you lately," Her ex admitted, his ice blue eyes sparkling, "I found an old photo of us when I was cleaning out my office the other day."

Why would he even bother to keep a picture of the two of them for so long? Nephrite wasn't the type of man who would bury something deep to run away from it. He would be the type to rip the photo up to shreds before throwing it away.

Her heart sank to her stomach at the thought of him looking at the two of them in their younger days.

"Do you have any children?" She blurted out before she had the chance to stop herself.

He seemed thrown off guard by it, but recovered quickly. "I have a daughter," The pride that filled his face was almost unbearable to look at.

Lita twisted the handles of her purse together nervously and forced a smile, "That's wonderful."

His eye caught onto her movement, and the glint of her engagement ring. "Congratulations. Have you picked a date yet?"

This entire conversation was stilted and awkward. She wanted nothing more than to get back into the kitchens and manage her staff. He made her feel ill.

"Yes. Next August. I should really get back to work," She found herself stating, "I'm catering this event."

"Ah," Realization dawned on his handsome face, "That explains the chef clothes. Well, I won't hold you up any further."

She gave him a forced smile and was about to walk away when his large hand stopped her.

"Wait, here," He handed her his business card, "We should do coffee one of these days, maybe even catch up."

Lita took his card warily and began to hurriedly walk to her station.

She wanted nothing more than to tear the card up and maybe even light it on fire. Instead, she buried it deeply into her large purse, hoping that she would forget about it until a later date.

TBC

MLL: SURPRISE! An early update!

"Cookiefan57:… I see you as a Bunny not a Mina…" This reviewer right here said this and it got under my skin. Why Cookiefan57? Why would you say that? How am I more of a Bunny then Mina? You did that on purpose!

Anyways, this chapter was a nice break from all of the drama. Well…it was a tiny bit dramatic, but not too bad. Next chapter is Bunny! I don't know if anyone see's the pattern that every 2 chapters is her, the order is Mina, Rei, Bunny, Amy, Lita, Bunny, lather, rinse and repeat. I had originally planned on making this fic only 14 chapters, but now I'm not too sure.

I want to thank everyone for the support! It's really surprising that this fic has gotten so many reviews. I mean, seriously. This is my first time back to fanfiction in a year and it feels like I was given a warm welcome back. Thank you everyone!

Please review. Flames, criticism, comments, or ideas are welcome