Okay, so this is gonna be a short fic. Maybe 3 chapters. But I would like to thank Smokeland Fredrick for being the only one that actually reads my fics! lol
Charlotte Charles, 28 years, 10 months, 3 weeks and 23 days old, sat in the kitchen of one Pie Maker better known as Ned, 29 years, 2 months 1 week and 4 days old. Both were very upset about the events that had just unfolded. The facts were these: Chuck wanted to tell Olive Snook, her girlfriend of six months, 2 weeks and 6 days, about the secret that only the Pie Maker, the Dead Girl and Emerson Cod shared. She wanted to tell her she was supposed to be dead.
"No," Ned said drying a dish and putting it in the cabinet. "Why not?" Chuck said exasperatedly. "Because, it's too dangerous," Ned said looking at her.
"Dangerous? What do you think she's going to do? Sell me to the circus?"
"I told you before, people aren't used to this kind of thing. And quite frankly, I think she might."
"Sell me to the circus?"
"No, not exactly but-"
"Ned! She wouldn't do that to me!"
"What makes you think that? If you remember, a while ago, she was held over your head the fact that she knew you faked your death."
"Yeah, but that was before we-" Chuck stopped herself. She knew talking to Ned about her and Olive's relationship was a sore spot. So she took a deep breath and started again. "She cares about me, Ned. She wouldn't do that."
Ned sighed, avoiding Chuck's gaze, "No."
"No! She can't know. That's all I'm going to say on the subject."
Chuck sighed, tears stinging her eyes. She knew he wouldn't talk to her about it anymore tonight, so she got up and walked out of the apartment without even saying goodbye.
Dragging herself next door, she entered apartment 44 that she shared with Olive, leaning against the door and sighing. Chuck wanted so desperately to tell Olive her secret. In the past six months of their relationship, they had gotten close, sharing things about their lives that no one else knew. And Chuck wanted more than anything to tell Olive the true reason she couldn't speak to her aunts.
Olive had probed about the subject, beating around the bush, and sometimes just asking about it directly. It was becoming increasingly harder for Chuck to deflect her girlfriend's inquiries about the subject, especially when heartbreak was apparent on her face when she avoided it.
Chuck heard rustling in the kitchen and went to investigate, only to find Olive making something at the counter, humming quietly and hips swaying to the quiet rhythm. All the stress Chuck had been feeling melted away at the sight, and she went up behind the blonde and wrapped her arms around her small waist.
Olive jumped slightly, "Jiminy Cricket, Chuck! You scared me half to death!" Chuck kissed her neck lightly and rested her chin on her shoulder. Olive swatted her arm playfully, "Don't think you can get away with it that easily, Missy." Their faces inches apart, Chuck kissed Olive softly, pecking her on the nose before pulling away, "Is that better?"
Olive smiled uncontrollably and went back to stirring the contents of the bowl, "Much."
"What are you making?"
"Oh, I love snickerdoodle cookies," Chuck said jumping up on the counter, legs hanging off the side, "Their so ambiguous. They are quite possible the only cookies whose name does not describe them at all."
Olive sampled a taste of the batter, "What about a snickerdoodle pie? Do you think Ned would go for it?"
Chuck couldn't help but let her face fall at the mention of Ned and shrugged, "Probably not. He's been selfish lately. And arrogant. All knowing Ned!"
Olive frowned, "Why all this anger? Did you and Ned have an argument?"
"Of sorts," she answered trying to change the subject, "But it's fine. Hey, let me have some cookie dough."
Olive swatted her hand away, "No, you're not allowed."
"You just had some!"
"Yes, but I'm the chef. I'm allowed to sample."
"Well, I'm the chef's girlfriend. Doesn't that give me some merit?"
Olive kissed her lightly on the lips, "I suppose."
Chuck dipped her finger into the batter and licked it off, "Why is cookie dough so much better then the cookie?"
Olive walked toward the oven but Chuck caught her between her legs. "Hey!" Olive said trying to free herself from her long legs. Chuck simply tightened her grip, drawing the blonde closer to her, "What do you say about not cooking the cookies? Instead we can eat the dough and watch old movies."
The blonde pouted playfully, looking down at the bowl in her hands, "I worked so hard."
"You made it from a box. All you did was add water and eggs."
"Yeah, but all that stirring…"
Chuck giggled and kissed her forehead, "I can make it up to you."
"Promise," Chuck held up her pinky and Olive hooked it with her own.
"Fine. But I get to pick the movie."
The two girls settled into the deep cushions of the couch, the bowl of cookie dough on Chuck's lap. Olive was laying against the arm rest, her legs laying over Chuck's lap. After a while, Olive moved the bowl and set it on the coffee table, motioning for Chuck to lay her head on her chest. The brunette complied without a second thought, eyes fluttering closed with the feeling of Olive's small finger running through her hair.
She listened to the petite woman's muffled heartbeat, the smell of lavender wafting into her nostrils, the affection she had for this woman filling her heart and spilling over. At that moment, she realized that they could stay like this forever, and she would be happy. This is all she wanted in life. This is when she realized that she loved the small blonde that was holding her.
Chuck looked up at Olive who was looking back at her, smiling. "You were thinking. I could tell because you wrinkled up your forehead a little bit," Olive said putting a piece of hair behind her ear, "What are you thinking about?"
"You," Chuck said simply, tilting her head up for a kiss. Olive complied, kissing her sweetly, "Really?"
"Mmhm," she responded, "I was thinking about how right this feels. Just you and me. Together. Just being us. Together."
"I agree. This is nice."
A comfortable silence filled the room before Chuck propped herself up so the she was looking at Olive. She traced around the blonde's lips with her finger, trailing from her chin down to her neck and to her chest, kissing lightly above where her shirt began.
"Olive," she said seriously, looking into her blue eyes, "I love you."
An insuppressible smile spread across Olive's face, "I love you too, Chuck." They looked at each other lovingly with a few more moments. Of course they had been aware of these feelings for a while, but both were too timid to admit it. So hearing those three words from their lover's mouth somehow cemented their relationship even more.
They shared a deep kiss, the movie and cookie dough completely forgotten. Chuck settled back down with her head on Olive's chest, the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat lulling her to sleep. She smiled and mumbled, "It's just so right."