AN: Thanks for reading this story- I am blessed by the wonderful reviews I get; it makes this Minnesota nurse extremely happy. This was a blast to write in a "new voice."
I would like to give credit to Chad Kroeger of Nickelback (Again!) for writing a song called "Someone That You're With." Reading a story by LoveForPenandDerek (The Phenomenal Woman), I was reminded of the song again. Thank you for making me think of it! The stories aren't similar, but the song fits for both! Still really think Chad needs to write FanFiction!
Thank you for your support and for being such wonderful reviewers/alerters/favoriters. You make my heart sing! Here it is, the final chapter!
I was done with her; completely and totally done. People think I am a player. I am tame next to that woman!
What I don't understand is how she can look so innocent, act so innocently, and seem so truly interested in me. I'd been certain she meant what she'd said about last Sunday. I fell hook, line, and sinker for that spiel. She can cast a spell on me like no other woman in the world.
Truth be told, I still want her. She is beautiful, funny, intelligent, charming; I understand exactly why so many men are over at her place. Add to her charm the explosive chemistry I feel with her, and the fact she is hands down the best kisser I have ever encountered, and you have the perfect woman.
So, basically, I have to get in line behind every fucking Romeo aged eighteen and older.
I took a look in the mirror above my sink while I was mixing the stupid sugar cookie dough, still in shock that I was actually making the damn things. I hate lying, so I had to make them.
Glancing at myself in the mirror again, I wondered if I'd lost my edge. I don't doubt I am good looking; I am. But so was that Latin kid in her apartment, and even brick wall Gary was decent looking. I'm unsure of myself with a woman for the first time in my life.
It hit me, then. Some really ugly thoughts, which never occurred to me before, slapped me upside the head.
Maybe she's just not that into me?
Maybe I'm not her type?
I knew I was scowling as I found a clean pizza pan and started putting the little cookie balls on it. I don't own a cookie sheet; I have never made cookies in my life, so I didn't see the need to have one. I threw the pan in the oven, and got ready to wait the ten minutes for the cookies.
There was a knock on my door. I looked through the peephole and saw Penelope standing there, looking as beautiful as always.
For some reason, that pissed me off.
Throwing the door open, I growled at her. "What?"
"Hi, Derek." She grinned at me. "I thought I would come over for cookies and milk, since I gave you some of the ingredients."
Damn. She had a point.
Begrudgingly, I opened the door, wishing I had the Swedish Bikini Team running out of my bedroom, just to see if she'd get ticked off.
"Come in. But it's cookies and beer; I don't have milk."
She laughed, then gave a sniff to the air and looked surprised. "That smells good."
"It's sugar cookies. I said I was making them."
She looked a little disappointed, and her cheeks turned pink. "Oh, I guess-"
"What?" I growled again. "None of your other men make cookies?"
She blinked and looked a little amused. "No, I don't think so, but-"
Her happy little look added to my irritation, and I started feeling defensive. "Well, sweetheart, there are a lot of things a grown man can do besides making cookies. Things those little boys you've been with don't have a clue about."
She smiled and said, "Derek, I-"
"Things like this," I said, pulling her into my arms and kissing her.
Lord, she was delicious and electric. What in the hell did she have in her lipstick? The moment my mouth touched hers I felt the world cease to exist, and only she remained.
I couldn't get enough of playing with her soft lips, of tasting her. I increased the pressure, and she opened her mouth. Dipping my tongue in, she tasted even sweeter than before. She was a drug I would never get enough of. God, how could I think I could walk away from her?
The alarm for my oven went off, but I didn't care. I didn't want stupid cookies; I wanted her, naked, in my arms, forever. She was a goddess, so soft and sweet. She was everything I'd ever wanted.
"Derek," she said, pulling her mouth away from mine. "The cookies…"
"The only cookie I want to eat is yours, woman." I meant that with every fiber of my being. I moved my mouth to her throat, feeling her racing heartbeat.
"They'll burn," she said with a moan, her hands cupping my head, pulling my lips to hers even as she tried to talk.
"I'm burning," I said, leaning her against the wall and pressing my hips into hers. "Can't you feel it?"
A few moments later, my smoke detector went off loudly, effectively ending our kiss.
With a curse, I went over to the oven and turned on the fan. I opened the door and more smoke piled out, along with my blackened cookies.
I looked at Penelope, who was grinning. "I tried to tell you."
"Yeah, you did." I shrugged. "So much for cookies and beer."
"I have cookies at my place, Derek, if you want some." She grinned. "But I was hoping you'd want me instead."
"Well, I'd have to get in line for that, now, wouldn't I?" I asked, in a rather pissy tone. I was still in a mood, even after getting one hell of a kiss.
"Derek, they're my students. I tutor computer science for the college athletic department. They aren't competition." She smiled slowly at me with dark eyes and said, "Even if they were, you'd win; hands down."
"So you like me?" It was pathetic, but I'd taken a beating these past couple of weeks; I needed reassurance!
"Exactly like you like me, Hot Stuff."
With that, I shut my oven door, pulled my beautiful dream girl into my arms, and started to kiss her again.
That kiss began years of making love, making babies, and making cookies… together.