Rating: PG
Pairing: Yer just gonna have to read it to see, cause I'm that evil
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Author's Note: Ok this is COMPLETELY unbeta'd and was written on the fly, it was a little ditty that jumped in my head last night and I wrote it while I was at work. All mistakes are completely mine, and I take full responsibilities for any inconsistencies and god knows I'm sure there's grammar/spelling problems, so those are my bad too.
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It had happened. Not only had it happened, it had happened to her. It wasn't fair, she had tried so hard for it to not happen, yet it still happened. God knew she had spent years not wanting it to happen, needing it to not happen, trying with all her might to not let it happen, but it apparently was all to no avail. No, one person snuck their way in under her defenses, catching her off guard. But, maybe she wasn't so off guard, maybe deep down she had wanted it to happen.
No, she didn't want it to happen, why would she want it to happen, feeling needy, and queasy, and whatever else came with caring about someone. And not exactly just caring about someone on a "Hi how you doing, see ya later?" kind of level, no on the deeper kind of way were said person takes on the starring role in every dream that got her all hot and bothered. Not that it took alot to get her hot and bothered, but she had never really fantasized about one person on more than one occasion. Now however, there was one star, one star every night, one very beautiful and unattainable star every night.
Yeah, unattainable, she had to keep saying that. Her star was very unattainable. But no matter how much she told herself that, it was hard not to long to touch soft skin. It was hard not to fantasize about kissing full lips that she knew would feel like velvet to her tongue. And then there was the waking day dreams about slowly taking of the clothes off the object of her bizarre affection, piece by piece revealing the hard body she knew would be underneath.
Shaking herself she turned over, willing the images of a body writhing underneath her touch out of her mind. There was no way she could actually be feeling something for someone, it was supposed to be impossible, at least she'd always wanted it to be. She never wanted to feel more than just a fleeting emotion about someone, if she cared more then she would be involved in their life. If she was involved in their life, then they could hurt her, and it had been a long time since someone had managed to hurt her.
Now that she thought about it, no one had managed to ever hurt her, not when she was living, not when she was undead. Not until now that is. Now this person who she was quickly falling in love with could hurt her just with a cross look. And considering how often she recieved that look, she was hurting alot. But she hurt more with the knowledge that any attempt she might make to act upon her fantasy would more than likely be shot down, or possibly even laughed at.
But a part of her couldn't let it go, as each day went by her feelings grew stronger and her fantasies more unrelenting. She sat up in the bed, looking across the room, making a small mental decision to perhaps try and see just where things might be able to go.
"Georgia?" A muffled grunt was the only thing Daisy could hear as a response. "Georgia, dear, are you awake?"
Sharp eyes caught a hand as it shot up, grabbing onto the back of the couch, and then, slowly, sleepy eyes peeked grumpily over the cushion at her. "I was until about 4 seconds ago and you started talking to me. Remember that work conversation we talked about extensively, and how some of us have to go to it to afford the nice apartment we live in?"
Daisy rolled her eyes at the other girls grumpiness before she remembered it was a dark room and the act would go unnoticed. "Oh Georgia, work is highly overrated, once you've been a reaper as long as I have you'll understand that."
"Or maybe until I've blown as many people as you have to get stuff for free I might consider it overrated." The sleepy gaze disappeared as George flopped back down on the couch.
Shaking her head slightly, Daisy took a breath, trying to ignore how much George's words stung, despite the amount of truth that was behind them. Mentally she willed up her confidence, she was an actress, she could do this. "I was just wondering, do you think it's possible for two people, who might have gotten off on the wrong foot, to sometime in the future, maybe put their differences aside and start a relationship?"
At her words George sat up completely on the couch, and Daisy's heart almost melted as she caught the glimpse of a small scowl wrinkling the other woman's forehead. "Sure, everyone can put their differences aside eventually, at least I'd hope so. Why? Is there something going on between you and Mason?"
How could one question thrill and crush someone at the same time? On one hand, Daisy could have sworn she detected a small bit of jealousy at the implication that she and Mason might be a couple. But following right behind with the other hand, it almost sounded like George might be happy to be rid of her. Swallowing hard, and planting her best southern belle smile firmly on, Daisy answered, "No, no, dear. It was more of a rhetorical question."
Sleepily, George nodded, slowly lying back down on the couch, and that's when Daisy got an idea, it wasn't subtle from her outlook, but since no one had a window into her mind, maybe it would sound a little subtle. "You know, Georgia, I think we've known each other long enough that we could trust each other. If it's ok with you, we could share the bed. I mean, it might help with your sleep and even help you with work that you always talk so much about." Or not.
God it had been years since she had rambled, and from the look she was recieving from the other end of the room, it hadn't gone unnoticed that she was more than a little lost for words. She was quickly trying to think up a graceful way out of the comment when a sleepy voice cut through the silence. "Are you serious?"
Deciding that there was absolutely no way at this point in time that she could answer the perfectly innocent question without sounding sophomoric in nature, she opted to nod and scoot to one side of the bed. George slowly walked over to the bed, Daisy was sure the other girl was waiting for her to announce it was all a joke, but all the blonde could do was watch as the firm bodied woman slid under the covers.
Daisy was trying to calm the uncharacteristic hammer of her heart when George looked over her shoulder and scowled. "You aren't going to like kick me out of the bed in the middle of the night are you?"
"No, dear, sometimes it just comes to a point in a relationship when someone has to let go of insecurities and trust someone. I believe in living together we have passed that point." She hoped it sounded as flippant yet confident as she was trying to make it sound.
A soft sigh was the only sound for a minute as George hunkered down into the pillow, obviously enjoying the freedom of an actual bed. "Ok, but technically you're mooching, not living, and if I'm on the floor in the morning we are so going to be looking for one of us another place to stay."
Only a few moments went by before George's breathe evened out and she was in a deep slumber. Daisy wasn't able to take her eyes off of her for one minute, not because of some fantasy, no, those had been forgotten the moment she had opened her mouth and roused the sleeping girl. No, now she watched George in almost a fear that she might disappear.
Slowly, she reached out, wanting to touch her roommate, too scoop her up and mend everything that had ever been done wrong to the girl in front of her. She wanted to kiss her and tell her that no one was ever going to get a chance to break her heart again. Stilling her hand so close to George she could feel heat radiating off the other girl, she cursed inwardly then pulled her hand away, curling the offending appendage under her chin.
Deep down she knew she was in no way good enough for Georgia, she knew that the girl needed to live a life, even if it was an undead one. Daisy decided she would wait, and while George lived the life she deserved, she would wait in the background, wanting, desiring, maybe even loving.
Lying in the dark, she watched over the girl, vowing that until the time was right, she would keep the girl safe, and pick her up whenever she might fall down. It wouldn't be easy, but Daisy didn't care, it was the first unselfish thing she had done ever in her now undead life.