Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 28

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 32
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

I skipped up the hill to my house, giggling to myself. I was soaked to the skin, and it was still raining, but that was okay. It didn't matter. I'd draw myself a nice hot bath, then find something for dinner, and open a bottle of wine, and try to get Nick on the phone.

He'd been recording all day, maybe he'd be tired, and blow Vinnie off, and we could just talk. We needed that. We weren't fighting, not really, but things weren't good. They hadn't been good for ages now. But maybe a nice long phone conversation would help.

We used to talk for hours, before we got together and then later when we were both on tour. But, lately… it was just all making plans, and arguing about our schedules, it wasn't those long rambling conversations that made me fall in love with him. I needed to remember that. I needed that sweet romantic Nick back. I mean, the car was nice and all, but…

Wait. I gave him that car when I kicked him out with Vinnie. Why was it in my driveway?

I looked towards the house, and it was lit up, the windows shut against the rain, and I knew I hadn't shut the windows when I left for my walk.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard his voice, calling my name.

"Yeah, it's me," I answered as he came into the living room from the back of the house. "What are you doing here?"

"She's home, Kate. Sorry to worry you. I'm gonna get her dried off, she's drenched," he said into the phone he was holding, smiling at me. "Yeah, dinner tomorrow. Great."

He turned off the phone and tossed it on the coffee table, heading towards me. "You're soaked, buttercup. What were you doing out in the rain?"

"Walking. I didn't expect torrential downpours."

"A bath would be nice, right?"

I grinned, realizing that might be water running upstairs. "I was just thinking that."

"Good thing you finally got home, or it might have gotten cold," he said, leading me upstairs. "Here, I'll take care of it, you get out of those wet things." He went into the master bedroom while I ducked into the hall bathroom to drape my clothes over the shower. Wrapping a towel around my shoulders, I went into my bedroom, and stopped short. He'd lit candles and there were flowers on every surface, even rose petals scattered on the bed.

When he came out of the bathroom, I was still just standing there, staring at it all. "Why are you here, Nick?" I whispered, and when his eyes met mine I saw fear reflected back.

"I'm sorry, Rache."

"For what? I kicked you out, I was the one who over reacted."

He stopped me, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling me over to him, looking up at me plaintively. "I'm so sorry. I ruined our anniversary, and I'm trying to make it better, but I'm probably just trying too hard."

I shook my head, running my fingers through his hair. "All you needed to do was show up. Just calling would have been fine."

"But I ruined it!" he whined. "Vinnie's an ass. I should have known he'd never understand this place."

"Nick, nothing can ruin this house. My dad died and it's still the best place in the world. Vinnie's not the only obnoxious houseguest we've ever had. But thank you." I kissed him carefully. "This is beautiful."

And none of our problems were Vinnie's fault, really. I mean, he was sorta annoying. But our problems were about Nick and me, not his friends.

I leaned my forehead against her tummy, breathing her in. "You're not mad at me?"

It took her a minute to answer me. "No, bunny. I'm not mad at you. Can I assume that you are not mad at me?"

I looked up at her. "Um, no. I just…"

She placed a hand over my lips, smiling. "Stop. Let's go take that bath, okay? I'm freezing."

Stepping away from me, she dropped the towel she'd wrapped around her body, and went into the bathroom. I pulled my clothes off and found her completely submerged in the tub. Laughing, I waited until she came up for air. "What are you doing?"

She giggled, shaking the water from her face. "I need to wash my hair, it's a mess after getting caught in the rain." She reached for the shampoo, but I got to it first, climbing into the tub behind her.

"I'll do that. What were you doing out in the rain, buttercup?"

It was still pouring. I could hear it battering at the walls. But it was nice here, with the candles and the warm water, we were safe and protected and together. I'd been so worried when it started storming and she still wasn't home.

"I was walking," she told me, leaning back against my knees as I started to shampoo her hair. I loved massaging her scalp, maneuvering carefully through her curls so I didn't turn them into knots. I especially loved the way she sighed happily as I touched her.

"Where were you? It's been thundering for like twenty minutes. I figured you couldn't have gotten that far, that's why I called your mom, to see if you were there for dinner or something." The Point was not that big. She could have run home in a few minutes from nearly anywhere.

"No, I haven't seen anyone since you left." She moved her head to the side, but I stopped moving, startled. Had I upset her that much?

"Oh, Rache, I'm so sorry."

Giggling, she turned around to look at me. "For what? Once I got over being pissed off, it was great. It's been months since I've just been alone. I walked, and laid out on the deck and read books, and ate random things from the cupboard. I was fine. I liked the rain, I was out at the Point and watched the storm come in across the water."

"Rachel! What if…"

Shaking her head, she turned around again, dismissing me. "Once I saw the lightening, I took off for home. I've been watching storms from the beach my entire life, Nicky. Now keep washing my hair."

I had to smile at her tone. "Yes, ma'am."

She sighed happily as I went back to massaging her scalp. "Daddy used to take me out there when I was little, because I was scared. He showed me what to watch for, and how to be careful and then I wasn't scared anymore. Much. Sometimes… when I'm sleeping, and a storm wakes me up, I get a little freaked out. That's how we met."

"What?" We met in a hotel vending machine room.

"It was storming that night, and I couldn't sleep, so I got up to wander the hotel. The soda machine on my level was broken, so I picked a random floor. Do you ever wonder what would have happened if I had picked a different floor?"

"Or if there hadn't been a fruit basket out there. I really just wanted the grapes," I teased, making her laugh.

"You so wanted to check out the groupie that got past Frank. I know you did."

"Well… maybe…" I admitted, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back against my chest. "We should really thank Frank, because he decided not to scare you off."

"Nah, I'm just not scared of him. He shot me the death glare and I ignored it. You know me, if you tell me I can't do it, then I must."

I laughed, kissing her shoulder. "In that case, then we are not having sex tonight."

She turned her head, capturing my lips in hers, and I realized I hadn't kissed her yet. "I love you, Rachel," I whispered.

"I love you, too," she answered. "Can I get the soap out of my hair?"

I started to reach for the faucet, but she just ducked her head under the water, and I combed my fingers through her hair as it floated around her head. She looked like a mermaid, otherworldly and beautiful, smiling up at me.

Why did I fuck up this weekend? Why did I waste a day with her, when we hadn't had any real time together in months?

His eyes were haunted when I sat up, my hair dripping down my back, and I stroked his face. "What, baby?"

"I… on the drive up here, I remembered when I was here last."

"When was… oh, shit."

When I had the abortion. That was the last time he'd been here with me.

"I think I did bring Vinnie on purpose. Not really, but…"

"Sub-consciously," I supplied. "I hadn't even… I didn't think about that." I'd been home since then, so I'd dealt with my memories of those bizarre few days. I hadn't considered that he might not have. "I'm sorry, bunny, I should have…"

He shook his head. "I hadn't realized it, so why should you? But there was something in me that did not want to be here alone with you, I guess."

"Is it weird now?"

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. "No. It's great. I wish I'd figured it out, then I wouldn't have ruined our anniversary."

"It's better now. Shouldn't you be recording or something, though?"

"Monday. I told them I needed to be with my girl. Ken let me go because I was a bastard to everyone yesterday."

"That was probably my fault for yelling at you."

"I deserved it. No… it was a bad day all over. Not just you."

I pulled away, looking at him. "You could have called me last night."

"Your phone was off. And I didn't… I didn't want to talk about it. I spent all day with Jive, then dinner with Ken to debrief and I'd had enough."

He used to tell me everything. We'd spend hours on the phone talking about his album and mine. "Will you tell me about it now?"

He kissed me. "Can we talk about it over dinner? I want to just enjoy being with you for a few more minutes."

That seemed fair. "What am I making for dinner tonight?"

"Nothing," he said. "I'm making dinner. Well… heating up dinner." He smiled at my puzzled look. "I stopped at the grocery store and got one of those pre-cooked chickens and potatoes and stuff. The potatoes are in the oven. Should we be worried about that?"

"No," I said, snuggling against his chest. "They'll be fine. Dinner sounds wonderful. Thank you for doing that. I still have steaks from the other night."

"It's raining. Better to stay inside. I hope we can watch the sunset tomorrow, though. I wanted to do that tonight, but it started to rain when I was driving up."

Our first real kiss was when we were watching the sunset. That should be our thing, every year on our anniversary, to watch a sunset. "Tomorrow can be our anniversary."

"Kissing on the beach and then three days of sex?" he asked hopefully.

"A few hours. You have to be at work on Monday."

"Screw work," he said, kissing my neck. "Sex is so much more interesting."

"Very true." I bent down, kissing his chest and blowing tiny bubbles in the water, making him laugh. "Tickles?"

"If I say yes, you won't stop, will you?"

I blew harder, making him giggle again. I loved that sound. I heard it sometimes in my dreams at night. Even if I couldn't remember the dream, I could remember Nick's child-like giggle. "I miss your laugh, bunny."

His back stiffened slightly and he stopped giggling, running his hand down my back and caressing my ass as we floated in the big tub surrounded by bubbles. "I know. It will be better after the album comes out. I promise."

"I know. I'm being a spoiled brat this summer, but I miss you. I know you are having so much fun and… I'm not a part of it. Part of me might be a little jealous."

"Don't be, buttercup. I miss you, too. It's just… I'm having fun and sometimes I feel bad about that. Does that make sense?"

I considered him for a moment, looking up and meeting those soft blue eyes that I loved. I wanted him to be happy, I really did. I should be thankful that something was making him this happy if I couldn't. It seemed like everything I did lately was wrong - with my band, with Nick. Hell, I didn't even feel like I was being a good daughter or sister half the time. Everyone needed so much from me and the pressure was getting to me.

"Rache? Am I losing you?"

"Losing me?" My heart raced at the thought. I didn't want him to ever go away. I had a moment of panic last night when he didn't call me back. What if this was the time I went too far, pushed him too far away?

"You're a million miles away, buttercup. What's going on in this lovely head of yours?" He smiled, leaning down and planting tiny kisses on my forehead. Oh, he didn't mean actually losing me.

No, Nick didn't want to lose me. As if he could read my thoughts, he pulled me up against his body again, his kisses growing deeper as I opened my mouth to him. I loved how our bodies slid against each other under the water.

He did, too, because he held me close when I tried to move out of the water. "Don't go, baby," he panted as he licked drops of water off my shoulders. Reaching between our slippery bodies, I pulled on his cock and he cried out.

I teased him with my hands and mouth until I couldn't stand it anymore and I stood up. Water sloshed out of the tub as I reached for a towel, wrapping it roughly around my body and running into the bedroom.

By the time I'd joined her the wind was blowing the long curtains in her bedroom and we could hear the thunder and rain through the open windows. "Like in Miami?"

She nodded, biting her bottom lip and stretching out on the bed, pink and red rose petals sticking to her wet skin. "Remember the first time, Nick?"

Smiling, I joined her on the bed, covering her wet body with mine. She shivered against me as my hands caressed her body, tracing a path from her breasts to her ass and back again. "How could I forget? You were so amazing. More than I ever imagined."

"You're so good for my ego, bunny. Kiss me."

Did she think she had to ask? I bent my head to hers again, closing my eyes and savoring the sensations exploding in my body as she moved against me.

Before I knew it she was straddling me, cool drops of water falling on my face from her hair. Reaching up, I held onto her hips, guiding her against my cock and arching up against her. This is all I needed. Screw the album and stupid people trying to tell me what to do. All I needed was three solid days of this. Of her.

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