Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 27

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 27
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

I couldn't believe I was standing outside Rachel's door. Actually, I couldn't believe I'd found it. It was really difficult to see all these roads in the middle of the night.

It was a little after 3 in the morning, but I could see a couple of lights on inside the house. Was she awake, or had she just forgetten to turn out the kitchen light? I listened for a moment, but didn't hear anything but the water hitting the beach. It was so peaceful here. I just stared out at the water for a moment, her rocky beach covered with patches of snow.

Shit, it was cold!

Turning back to the door, I debated with myself. If I took the key she kept hidden under the flowerpot and let myself in, would I scare her to death? But if I knocked and woke her up, she'd be annoyed by the time she got to me to open the door, anyway.

Screw it. Might scare her, but I wanted to slip into bed next to her and just pull her into me. It was turning out to be a lousy Christmas for her. I think maybe she hadn't expected to miss her dad as much this year, but obviously that wasn't the case. She'd been so busy with the touring that she hadn't had time to think about it, and then… it must have blindsided her when she got here and could catch her breath. I wanted to be here with her. She always told me that I was the best thing to happen to her this year, so I should want to be here, right?

Aaron had been so angry when I'd told them I was leaving that he'd refused to talk to me. He'd get over that, though. One day he'd fall in love and realize that sometimes you had to grow up and choose a new family. Well… sort of. She'd thought I was giving her a ring the other night in Miami. Should I be doing that? Was this what this all meant?

I couldn't think about that. My heart pounded in my chest when I thought about 'forever' too hard - even with Rachel. I just didn't want her to be miserable for Christmas. We had so many relatives and kids that no one would miss me, anyway. It was only a day. I wanted to be with my girl and go to her family party tomorrow - well, tonight, now - and be there when she got upset about missing her dad.

Hell, Rachel might be mad at me for coming. She kept telling me I should be with my family. I knew all I'd regret later was not being with her. But tonight was important, this party, and I wanted to be part of it. I wanted to be part of her life.

We'd join my family in Albany on Christmas, and it'd be fine. I'd introduce her to the whole extended family, and we'd sit on the couch as Grandma Spaulding talked her ear off about what I was like as a baby.

I stepped inside and stood there, listening. Nothing. She definitely wasn't awake or she would have heard the door.

Bates came to the top of the stairs and glared at me. "Hey, Bates," I whispered. "Is your mom asleep?"

If it was possible, he glared at me harder, and then he flicked his tail and walked away, back towards the bedroom. I dropped my coat and bag quietly on the chair by the door and followed him, scowling at his back. This stupid cat got to sleep with Rachel. She liked me better than him, right?

Rachel was asleep, curled around the teddy bear I'd given her when she first came to one of my shows. That was just a few months ago, but it felt like forever.

God, I loved her.

Moonlight streamed in through her windows, and my eyes adjusted to the dark. She was so beautiful, her curly hair everywhere, her pretty face relaxed as she slept. She was wearing plaid flannel pajamas that I'd never seen before. Then again, she didn't wear much when we slept together. Her dad's sweater was in a pile on the floor next to the bed. She must have been wearing it all day. She always did when she had these moods. She'd told me it was better than last year, but I couldn't imagine that. She'd sounded so down. I knew half of that was exhaustion. They'd barely had a day off all month, with the travel and the radio shows, but a lot of it was missing her dad.

I wanted to fix that. I wanted to take away all her sadness. I knew that was impossible, but I made her happy, didn't I? She told me that, all the time. So maybe Christmas would be better if I was here with her.

I could definitely help her wake up happy. Grinning to myself, I started towards the bed, but she heard me. Sitting straight up, she screamed, and I was so startled that I stepped backwards, tripping over Bates and falling back onto the couch.

I couldn't stop laughing as she looked at me, her eyes wide. "What the… Nick? Bunny!" she squealed, flying out of bed and over to the couch where I was sprawled out, giggling. She was in my arms in an instant, kissing me madly.

Okay, she was happy to see me.

How did he get here? What happened? Did I sleep through Christmas?

I didn't care as his warm lips found mine, his arms pulling me into his body. Shit, morning breath, was that bad?

He didn't care, kissing me deeply, slipping his hands under my top and pushing my hips into his. Yeah, he definitely didn't care.

Finally I had to move away to breathe, and I grinned, dazzled by his presence. "Bunny! Why are you here?"

Smiling, he stroked my face gently. "You sounded so sad, buttercup. I just had to come."

I'd been sad all day, hadn't I? I'd forgotten all about that, because I was so happy to see him. He was standing over my bed before I even woke up. My subconscious must have known it was him when he opened the door. Was I dreaming about him? I couldn't remember… this felt like a dream, having him here for Christmas.

I was so selfish. He should be with his family. They loved him, too. And my family loved me. I could make it through the holidays without Nick.

"You shouldn't have come, sweetie," I whispered, sliding off his lap to sit next to him. "Your family wants…"

He stopped me, taking my chin in his hand and kissing me again. "Stop it, Rache. They're not even going to miss me. I'm gonna be happier here with you."

He should… I should…

Fuck it.

I threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. "You're all I wanted for Christmas, Nicky," I admitted quietly. "I didn't want any of those millions of presents downstairs, I just wanted this."

He just held me for a minute, rubbing my back. "I love you, Rachel," he finally whispered, and I nodded against him.

"I love you, too. A stupid amount. Aaron is going to hate me again, isn't he?"

He sighed, and I could feel him nod against me. "He doesn't understand. He thinks this is Mandy all over again, that I'm picking you over him and… I don't know how to tell him it's different. You didn't ask me to come here. I was afraid you'd be mad, even. But I had to come."

"How could I be mad, baby?"

"Maybe… maybe you didn't even want me to come. Maybe you just needed to be with your family."

I looked up at him, shocked. Hadn't I told him a million times how much I missed him? We'd barely seen each other all month, with my damn shows. Being together in Miami had just made it worse because we didn't have enough time between Jeff dropping the whole contract thing on us and having to finish up Christmas shopping.

No, I'd tried not to tell him, because I'd known that would give him one more reason to leave his family on Christmas. Maybe that worked a little too well.

"No, bunny. I'm thrilled that you're here. It's made Christmas a million trillion thousand times better than it was yesterday. Thank you." I started to kiss him again, but then jumped up. "Morning breath. I offend myself."

He gave me a little smirk that let me know I offended him, too, and I whacked him on my way to the bathroom. "Hey, you're the one that surprised me in bed at…" What the hell time was it? It was still dark out. I looked back at the clock by the bed, "Three-fourteen? Baby, you must be exhausted!" He nodded, stifling a yawn as he watched me. "If you had warned me, I'd be all clean and pretty. Might have even been in one of those little nightgowns you like."

He pulled himself up from the couch, following me and leaning against the wall of the bathroom as I brushed my teeth. "Dunno, Rache, those pajamas are way sexy." I scowled at him through a mouthful of toothpaste, and he grinned at me. "Can't believe I've never seen them before. They could really turn a guy on."

Unable to speak, I whacked him again, and he stumbled into the wall, giggling. "Do you have the granny panties on underneath? Ooh, look, socks, too!" I kicked him with my warm, sock-covered foot, and spit into the sink.

"It gets cold here! You haven't been here in the winter yet, you'll learn. Where's your bag?"

"Downstairs," he answered. "Bates is probably destroying it as we speak."

"He's a good cat." I leaned over to rinse my mouth, jumping when I felt Nick's arms around me. I stood up, and we looked at one another in the mirror for a moment. I was so happy he was here. Christmas was so full of memories of my father, but I needed to make new ones. I'd worry about Nick's family tomorrow. Right now I just had to enjoy that my amazing boyfriend showed up to surprise me.

I turned around in his arms, kissing him slowly. "Better?"

"Minty fresh," he grinned, kissing me again. "Is there a plan for today?"

"Sleeping in. Mom will probably come by in the morning to use the oven for something. Get to the vineyard around six or seven to set up, the party starts at eight."

He started backing me towards the bed, that beautiful smile still on his face. "Is it safe to ravish you? No one will show up to bake cookies at four in the morning?"

"Did you lock the door behind you?"

He fell on the bed, pulling me down with him. "No."

"Doesn't matter. Mom has a key."

"Is she the type for midnight baking?"

"She can do that at her house." I giggled, yanking his shirt over his head and he kicked off his shoes.

I couldn't get her out of her pajamas quick enough. Her skin was soft and warm against mine, and I held her close for a minute, exploring her mouth with my tongue and enjoying the feeling of her in my arms. She whined as I pulled away, standing up to step out of my jeans and look around for a condom.

"Drawer," she giggled. "Remember?"

Oh no, I wasn't going there… I'd opened that drawer once when she wasn't in the room. Who knew what'd I find this time!

She laughed at my expression and rolled over, yanking open the drawer, and rummaging around for a condom. Falling beside her, I kissed my way down her spine, cupping her ass in my hands and kissing it just to make her giggle. Her laughing soon became a series of moans as I moved my hand - and tongue - between her thighs. She stopped moving as I found my target, my fingers slipping between her lips and teasing her clit as I tasted her.

"Damn, baby… you're so ready for me." I whispered as I kissed my way back up and she dropped her head, raising her hips into the position she knew I loved. Taking the condom from her, I rolled it on quickly and slid inside her without any resistance.

She echoed my groan as we finally connected, but quickly we were both overcome with giggles. "I'm so happy you're here, baby."

"Here?" I questioned, thrusting up against her forcefully and she groaned, first at my bad joke and then for an entirely different reason.

"Everywhere…" she sighed, moving back against my hips before reaching out to brace herself against the headboard as I pounded inside her. She squeezed my cock inside her, and I felt like I was powerless to stop myself from moving. Like I really needed any more encouragement… if she wasn't careful, this was going to be over in about 2 minutes.

"Deeper, baby…" she moaned, arching her back and pushing her pretty ass against my hips. "Oh, God, Nick, there. There!"

I was so overcome with her that all I could do was nod against her back as she let go as I hit the right spot over and over again, increasing the pressure. I felt her fingers brush against my cock as she rubbed herself, and the sensation was amazing. I guess she was as desperate to get off as I was.

"Let me," I panted, licking and kissing my way across her shoulder before pushing her hand away. I found her clit quickly, rubbing her just like I knew she needed as I exploded inside her. We collapsed together a moment later, tangling ourselves in each other and the sheets as we caught our breath.

"Bunny?" I questioned, tracing the tattoo on his chest with my fingertip carefully.

He let out a contented sigh, the kind that you get when you are wrapped around your lover after having really amazing sex and are too tired to move anything but a finger. "Mmmm… buttercup?"

I looked up at him, but his eyes were closed. Was he falling asleep on me? That was probably okay. It was three in the morning and I knew he'd been traveling all day. How the hell had he gotten here, anyway? "Did you drive here?"

"I didn't walk."

"You found it in the dark?" That was pretty damn impressive.

"I was drawn to you by the power of my love."

Giggling, I looked up to kiss him. "Seriously. I know you've never gotten here without me giving directions." Hell, had he ever driven here? Usually I drove everywhere when we were here.

"I've gotten here from the vineyard before. In the dark, even!"

Yeah, I'd let him drive a couple of times… "Yeah, but the vineyard is the other direction from the main road."

"Is it?"

Moving away from his embrace, I looked at him. "How the hell did you find me?"

He looked a little embarrassed. "I just told the rental car lady to get me to Cutoghue, because I was sure I could find it."

"Even in the dark," I prompted, and he shrugged.

"Dark, power of my love, I figured I'd find it. And I did!"

"How?" I questioned. It should take about 3 hours to get here from the airport. Say he left there at 11… man, he was lost.

"I finally figured out that there are signs for the vineyards." The vineyards were tourist attractions, so there were signs all over.

"That's very clever, Nicky!" He gave me a look, and I kissed him. "No, it is. So you got to the vineyard and then found your way here. But if you had called me from the road, I could have given you directions."

"But I wanted it to be a surprise."

"It is a surprise. One of the best surprises ever! But, I just remembered what I was going to ask you!"

He laughed. "That wasn't your question?"

"No. You know that ten UPS boxes of presents are overkill, right? You can level with me… you've actually run away from home, haven't you? That's why you arrived in the dead of night."

I hadn't asked him to move in, but he could. I would give him a key to my house and be happy to see him come in the front door at the end of the day.

Well, not that we'd ever have time to be here. Maybe I would one day, but for now this was okay. Somehow this house had become our retreat, and I liked that.

"Don't worry, baby, my picture won't be on a milk carton tomorrow."

"Good to know," I laughed, rolling over and lying on top of him so I could kiss his chest. He sighed again at that. "Still… ten boxes?"

He opened his eyes, looking down at me, and ran his hands over my hair, smoothing it down. I certainly looked a mess, didn't I? He'd been teasing me about my pajamas earlier, but I'd fallen asleep after I'd been crying so I'm sure I had dark circles under my eyes, too.

Well, it hadn't stopped him from ravishing me as soon as he could, so I guess it wasn't that bad.

"And there's more waiting for you in Albany."

"You are kidding me!" I sat up, staring down at him. He couldn't be serious. I had a bunch of things for him, but nothing like what he'd done. Just some decent clothes, amusing underwear, little things that just made me think of him. "That's too much, Nick!"

Ooh, I'd bought him a suit! He could wear that to the party. I was sure he hadn't brought any nice clothes with him. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't even picked up his suitcase at the airport. All the things he needed were probably in Albany.

He was laughing now, shaking his head as I pulled the comforter up around my shoulders. "Rachel, you are the only girl I know who would complain about too many presents! I told you, Victoria's Secret has a big catalogue. And did you know you could order Lush stuff online? Besides, you've got an entire family, too. A couple of those boxes are for them."

"They don't deserve presents. I'm keeping them all," I deadpanned, laying back down and snuggling up against him, breathing in his scent.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply. "You are a freak. Just a minute ago, it was too much… Besides, your family is cool."

"We are such dweebs, bunny! And now you get to meet the whole town!"

"Like I haven't before? It's not that big, buttercup. Besides, you're dweebs who like each other. Hey! Since I'm here, do we get to sing at the party? You said everyone has to sing, right?"

"Yeah…" I could just see it… I always used to sing with my dad. It wouldn't be the same, but it would be nice. "We've never sung together, you and me. Well, not in front of an audience."

"We can practice later. What should we sing? I can do a great 'Silent Night'."

"'Little Drummer Boy.' The David Bowie and Bing Crosby one," I yawned, closing my eyes for a moment as I remembered last year. No. I didn't want to do that. Not yet. Soon enough the party would be here, and I wouldn't be able to keep the memories away. For right now, I wanted to stay in this moment with Nick.

He drummed his fingers against the small of my back, singing softly into my ear, "Come, they told him… rum pa pa pum…"

Oh, that was nice. Did I have enough energy to make love to him again before I fell asleep?

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