HOUSEKEEPING ?!

[nicolette]

It had been a while since Nicolette had seen Cash, and that was strange anymore because she was so use to the fact that she was seeing him almost every couple of days. Their meetings, if you want to call them that, were so frequent before and now it'd been months, actually since she had seen him. She felt weird doing this now. It was like that habit had completely broken from the last time she had seen him. She spent a long time debating on whether or not she was going to wear the outfit; taking it off and putting it back on probably twenty times before she decided to keep it on, mainly because she had been turning away from the mirror and caught a side view of her ass and realized it looked damn good. That was proof enough for her that she should wear it. So she kept it on and searched long and hard for her old coat that went to her knees. She put it out and tied it tight so that nobody would be able to see what it was that she was wearing under it. She probably would have looked like a stripper. I mean, she was in a maid outfit and she was carrying a cake. Now, if only she was actually in the cake. Now, that would scream stripper. And speaking of strippers, she hoped he would just happen to forget the bit about her knowing how to pole dance. God knows that was not something that she needed to be doing right now. She made it to his door and knocked, waiting to be let in, feeling pretty chilly, actually.

[erica]

Cash sat in the kitchen, swaying slightly back and forth on a stool placed by the island in the middle of the room. He held a remote in his hands that rested on the marble countertop. The stereo system in the living room came to life at a push of a button. Nic was coming over, but more importantly, she was bringing cake. His favorite cake in the world. Funfetti, buttercream icing, the works. It was going to be delicious. It would be an overall interesting night, consuidering they haven't seen each other in about five or so months. But that wasn't on his mind right now. Eminem was blasting through his brain and cake was all he could think about. When he heard the faint sound of knocking, Cash strolled over to the door and opened it. His eyes landed on the cake hungrily. Hand over the goods. I better not find a fingerprint in the icing, he said, offering a suspicious expression her way as he held his hand out for the cake.

[nicolette]

Nicolette had always been amused at how interested in cake he was. She knew that people had their sweet tooths and such, but Cash seemed to like cake as much as, well, sex, if not more. She laughed when he opened the door, as shirtless and usual. Though she knew that "t-shirt time" was soon and she was going to have to hear him sing that shit. She handed over the cake and smirked, "There's not a fingerprint. Yet." She planned on getting into that damn icing, no matter what. Not just because she wanted the icing but because she wanted to prove to him that she could get her way, just like how she proved to him that she could get him to say please to her. She was still very damn proud of that, plus it was something that she could hold over his head. That was always a plus. She stepped in, but kept her coat on, not planning on revealing what was underneath it until he noticed, and she figured she had a good while because he would be over there orgasming about his cake for a while.

[erica]

Cash chuckled lightly, shaking his head at her comment. He took the cake from her and turned on his heels to return to the kitchen. I don't think you understand that this cake is mine and you'll be getting none of it. Absolutely none, he said with a confirming nod. He set the cake on the counter and uncovered it, smirking down at it for a moment. It's so beautiful... he muttered. He made sure to take the cake with him as he turned his back on Nic to grab a knife and a fork. Though it was tempting to just stick his fork in it without cutting it into pieces. He returned to the island and cut himself a large piece and slapped it onto a plate. He took a few quick bites, groaning lightly with delight. This is damn good, he said, his eyes looking up at her for the first time since she arrived. What's with the trench coat, Sherlock? he questioned sarcastically. Believe it or not, but he totally forgot about the maid outfit deal.

[nicolette]

Nic was actually one hundred percent amazed by how he was acting. It was like he was married or something and his wife had just given birth. She couldn't help but to giggle when he told his cake it was beautiful. She also found it amusing that he distrusted Nicolette so much that he would take his cake with him wherever he went, as to protect it from her. She was going to let him have some before she ruined the beloved icing, of course. "Of course, I bought it. It had to be damn good." She smirked, then stopped. Well shit, he noticed her outfit a lot sooner than he would have liked. Should she just take off the coat? Or should she try and ignore the subject and keep it on? Well, she knew the latter wouldn't work so she would just have to tough it out and take the damn thing off now and see what he says. She slowly untied the coat and slipped it off her shoulders, holding it over one arm, close to her body.

[erica]

Oh yeah, he didn't play around when it came to quality cake. It was probably his favorite dessert by far. And yes, sometimes it could be better than sex..sometimes...barely. Okay so maybe that was going a little far. But you get what I mean. He loves his cake. Cash shook his head slightly as he licked the tasty icing from the fork. Too bad you didn't bake it. A woman who can bake is one sexy chick, he commented. He watched her curiously, though was only half paying attention because he was still busy shoveling fluffy death into his mouth. But just as he bit down on his fork, he saw her slip the coat from her shoulder. A brow lifted slightly, slowly pulling the fork from his mouth. Is that what I think it is under there? he questioned.

[nicolette]

Nicolette rolled her eyes, "You know, i can bake. I just chose not to because i figured if this is the last chance i have to see you for a couple months it has to be awesome, right? And i've owed you this cake for a long ass time." She giggled and smirked at his reaction to the removal of her coat. She shrugged. "Maybe." She laid the coat over the back of a chair and smirked. "Depends. Is this what you thought it was?" God. This was a terribly slutty outfit and it felt weird for her to have on in front of someone. She had it from a photoshoot and she could remember it being weird then. It was, though, she had to admit, much more fashionable than the halloween costume ones. Those were just plain and ugly.

[erica]

Cash waved his fork at her. Yeah yeah whatever. Point is, this store bought cake is better than what you could've baked yourself, he said, smirking slightly. Cash's eyes wandered over her just as hungrily as he had looked at his delicious cake just a few minutes earlier. This girl could be incredibly annoying sometimes but there was one thing that was for sure, she was hot. And at times, her looks could override his annoyance with her. This wans't one of those times because well, she hasn't done anything to annoy him yet. Touch that cake, and things would change though. Well don't you look like a stripper, he said, finishing off his first slice of cake. He'll probably have another later on in the night. A stripper ready to hit that stripper pole downstairs, he teased, smirking.

[nicolette]

Nicolette laughed and nodded, "Okay, okay, i'm sorry i'm no professional baker." She knew how to cook yeah, and bake of course, but there was no doubting that she was not as good as the people whose jobs revolved around baking and cooking. She didn't make a living from it, so it obviously was less important. She narrowed her eyes at him when he said she looked like a stripper. She was no stripper. To be honest, she wasn't really mad. She's gotten over her 'i'm going to take things personally' phase, thank god. She just smirked at him. "I'm not gonna be strippin' for you tonight. My butt looks too good in this to take it off." She giggled and shook her head. "Ohhh no way! i am not getting on a pole. Not in front of you."

[erica]

Cash simply shook his head at her. At her next comment he just shrugged. Well it's gonna happen eventually tonight anyway, so I don't think it matters, he replied coyly, raising a brow at her. It was true. They couldn't seem to get together without actually "getting together". But Cash just couldn't help it. It was rare for him to have a chick "friend" who is that and only that. Even though Nic really wasn't a friend to him. He wasn't sure what he would call her. But definitely not a friend. Cash offered a slight pout. Why not? It would be so fun, he explained, sliding down from the stool. He made his way over to her, his eyes wandering. It's the least you can do for me. I did invite you over after all, he said. Oh my. He was so full of it.

[nicolette]

it really shouldn't bother nicolette that Cash expected to get sex in return for having to see her. It's what has always happened and what probably will always happen. She knew that it was going to happen, but never liked to admit it. She liked to think that they were just friends who happened to sleep together, when deep down she knew damn well the only reason he tolerated her was because she was attractive and would sleep with him. In reality, that was why she slept with him, so he would tolerate her. She liked the idea that she had friends, when the problem is she's always had a hard time making and keeping real friends. So she always resorted to this, basically selling herself. She shook her head, "You don't know that. I could stay fully clothed, er, well with what I have on now." She laughed a little more. She was not going to try and pole dance. No way. "No. Not fun. And i don't owe you anything."

[erica]

It was a mean thing, using Nic for sex. But that's what Cash did to basically every girl he knew. He's just selfish like that and doesn't really care about what other people think of his actions, or if his actions hurt someone's feelings. Cash scoffed at her response, indicating his disbelief in her. Yeah right. You'll have your clothes off soon enough, he said simply. By this time, he was standing behind her and his hands slid down her shoulders. I will admit though, you look pretty sexy in this outfit. He let his hands drop as he moved onward, leaning against the counter beside her. Fine fine. One of these days though, I'm gonna see you work that pole... he muttered, chuckling lightly at his innuendo.

[nicolette]

Nic couldn't help the way she felt around him. It was like he was a fire and every single time she got near him she ended up burnt. She felt used, disgusting, but she held it back and pretended she enjoyed everything about it. It should be obvious, no one enjoys being used like some slut, but she put up with it. She was glad, though, that no one had every questioned her about why she did what she did. It was like that with Ace, as well. She did it to make them happy, and to fulfill her need to be wanted. She closed her eyes when she felt his hands on her shoulders, and smirked lightly when he said that she did, in fact, look good in the outfit she was wearing. Damn right she looked good in it. When Cash leaned back against the counter she slowly sneaked her finger into the icing and licked it off. "Victory."

[erica]

Cash could tell that she liked the attention he gave her sometimes. Why else would she stick around after he told her all she was good for was lying on her back? He fed off of that insecurity of hers and used it for his own advantage. Dick move. Cash shook his head at her. You've got your victory, I'll have mine a little later, he replied, smirking slightly. He watched her lick the icing from her finger and sighed. Well, I'm done with the cake for now. You can clean up now, he joked, his fingers tugging at the hem of her maid outfit.

[nicolette]

Here was the time of the night that Cash put on all of his sexual moves and time for Nic to shut off the feeling of disgust and just go with the flow. It was the best way to go about this. She smirked, "Maybe you'll have your victory later. Oh who was she kidding, of course he was going to get his and he damn well knew it. There was no denying him now. She giggled softly and whispered, "There's only thing one thing i'll be cleaning tonight." She bit her lip to suppress more giggles at the obviously dirty statement.