Pretty Little Liar

I'M BAAAAACK!
Finished my final exam and interview, and I'll find out in a month or so if I'm gonna be a doctor or getting killed. If I fail, my parents will absolutely **** me after sinking millions... Or tens of thousands of USD into my education, so that's a cheerful thought. :)

Two hours later, you stand in front of your apartment, your key in hand as you hesitate. The off-white door feels like the gateway to hell but you have **** but to enter and face the challenge. Your hand shakes, and you steady yourself as you glance around. An empty hallway on both sides, with no one to be seen. The navy-blue carpet crunches under your heels as you shift your weight, nerves wracking your body while your brain conjures up every way you can fail. You’ve been rehearsing the lie you’ll tell Daisy over and over in your head, but you’re scared that you’ll either screw it up, or she won’t buy it. And then she’ll leave you, AND your dad would get killed, and you’ll have no one left…

But it’ll be okay, you know her almost as well as you know yourself, and she will stick to the script in your head. You take a few deep breaths and compose yourself before jamming the key in the lock and opening your door.

“Daisy! I’m home!” You say tiredly, and your beloved fiancée peeks out from the living room with a dazzling smile. She’s dressed simply in a plain blue T-shirt and some black track shorts, but she looks gorgeous to you. Her green eyes glow happily in the hallway lights as she dashes forward and wraps you in a warm hug. She nuzzles the top of your head while you bury your face in her neck, and everything feels right for a few seconds.

“What’s wrong, Belle Fleur?” Daisy asks, and just like that, the game was on.

“Nothing, Daisy. I’m fine.” You reply, prepping yourself for her to continue prodding. You’d have to put up a little bit of resistance, otherwise, she’d get suspicious.

“Really?” She asks as her eyes narrow in suspicion, unconvinced by your lie, “Then why do you look so sullen?”

“I do not!” You respond indignantly, retreating from the hug to give her a bright smile, “See, I’m fine!” Okay, everything’s going just as planned. Now she’s going to say…

“You look like my mother whenever she gets a gift she doesn’t like,” Daisy exclaims, rolling her eyes while still looking at you with concern. Yes! Exactly as you expected! She lets go of you but reaches out and takes your right hand with her left, running a soft thumb over your knuckles. You hold onto her tightly and reach out to hold her right hand as well until you’re both standing there in the doorway holding hands.

“Maybe I got a gift I didn’t like at work today.” You mutter, leaning forward and resting your head on her shoulder. That wouldn’t fool her for a second, but you only had to put up resistance one more time before breaking.

“Rose, talk to me, please. Even if I can’t do anything about the situation, at least I can make you feel better.” Daisy pleads, pressing her cheek against the side of your head. Your heart aches at the thought of lying to her when she’s being so sweet, but you have to do it. Your father’s life was at stake.

“It’s stupid. I shouldn’t be getting upset over it.” You mutter angrily, and right on cue, Daisy follows up with her next line.

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you. Talk to me.” She reassures you, letting go of your hands to embrace you again. And now the part that everything hinges on. You have to tell her a partial truth while hiding the Team Rocket **** bit.

“My dad’s pushing Project Spore to the manufacturing stage, but it’s still failing the cytotoxicity tests! I hate that he’s doing it because so many Pokémon are going to die!” You sob, slumping against her as she starts to soothe you. All the fear, anger, betrayal, and frustration from today pours out as you ugly cry into her shoulder. Part of the truth, and completely believable. Daisy was up to date on your research because of how much you’d infodump on her whenever you felt like it. She knows how hard it is to work on Project Spore.

“It’s okay… You’re my genius fiancée. You’ll figure it out…” Daisy murmurs into your ear, stroking your head as you sob into her shoulder. You don’t deserve her. She doesn’t deserve to have a terrorist collaborator as her fiancée. You just lied to her to get sympathy and hide the truth. It scares you a little that you could predict her responses, and it scares you even more that you’re relieved that she bought the lie. You stay like this until your tears dry up, and you’re left just making sad hiccupping noises while she rubs your back. And that’s where the script ended. Everything from here on out had to be improvised.

“That’s not everything, is it? There’s more bothering you than just that.” Your fiancée murmurs and your heart sinks. Crap, you have to come up with something else! What are you supposed to say?! Think, Rose, think!

“I got into a really big fight with my dad.” You say sorrowfully, “And I-I don’t know if I can ever look at him again.”

“Aww, Rose. That sucks. What happened?”

Fuck! Shit! What do I tell her??

“He knew all about Project Spore getting pushed to production but blindsided me anyway. If he told me earlier, I could have… I could have done something, you know? But noooo, he just had to tell me at the last moment, and then I couldn’t do a damn thing!” You complain bitterly, still feeling betrayed by the revelations of today. “We promised never to keep secrets from each other, and then he just… He just goes and hides the biggest secret ever!”

Your hypocrisy isn’t lost on you, and a part of you wonders if this was how your father felt for all those years. But your situation is different! If you don’t hide your involvement with Team Rocket, your dad’s going to die!

“Do you want to be alone, or with me?” Daisy asks, and you give her a sorrowful “mhm…” while hugging her tighter. You can’t bear to be alone with your thoughts right now, there’s too much of a risk of you spiraling into despair. At least Daisy would keep your mind occupied so you don’t give yourself depression. Her stunning emerald eyes gaze at you with sympathy and concern, her expression soft as she gently leads you past the living room and into your bedroom.

A giant king-size bed fills the center of the room, the lilac bedspread covered with daisies and roses to symbolize the two of you. A large fuzzy blanket lays folded at the foot of the bed, and more than a dozen pillows are artfully arranged at the head, each one shaped like a flower.

“I know what’ll make you feel better…” She purrs, spinning around to look you in the eyes. She slowly leans in and presses her soft lips against yours, but you don’t reciprocate. Sex is the last thing on your mind right now and you recoil back, making her eyes crinkle in concern again.

“Daisy… I-I don’t know if I’m up for for for sex…” You sniffle, wiping your nose on your sleeve. But she shushes you, tenderly placing a soft finger on your lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good.” She murmurs, handing you a blindfold.

“Daisy…” You resist weakly, too emotionally drained to actually say no.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation in your words because you really do trust her. She’s the only person in the world you trust. And if she broke your trust, you may as well just walk off the balcony.

“Put on the blindfold and strip… Strip however much you feel comfortable.” Daisy says softly, “And then lie on the bed on your stomach. I’ll be back.”

You do as she says, stripping down to your underwear and socks before climbing onto the bed. You put on the soft silky blindfold and lay on your stomach, adjusting yourself until you’re comfortable, with your arms crossed in front of your face.

Not even a minute later, you hear her shuffle into the room. The bed creaks and sinks as she climbs up next to you, and you feel her untie your hair before pushing it to the side.

Daisy lightly runs her hand up your side, gliding across your back before dancing her fingers over your ribs, and finally stopping on your shoulder.

“Your body is perfect.” She whispers, making you shiver in anticipation. Not knowing what she’s going to do, and just waiting for her to play with your body fills you with exhilaration. Daisy’s other hand slides up the other side of your torso in the same way until both her palms are resting on the back of your shoulders. “Mmm, it’s even sexier that you kept your bra on.” Daisy murmurs, leaning down to smell your hair and whisper, “You look like a Christmas present that I can’t wait to unwrap.”

She pulls your bra straps back a bit before letting go so they can snap back into place, stinging your skin where they hit. “Can I pull the straps down your arms a bit?” Daisy asks, and you “mhm” in assent.

You feel her gently pull down the straps to your biceps, and then she mounts your back, straddling your waist with her knees while sitting down on your butt. A hot liquid suddenly pours onto your back, making you jerk in alarm, but Daisy keeps you under her, gently pushing your shoulders against the bed.

“Don’t worry, it’s just oil,” She soothes, before running a hand through the fragrant liquid and bringing it to your face, “Smell it. Do you like the scent?”

You sniff her hand and to your delight, the oil has a sweet aroma, with a fruity tang and a hint of apricot. It smells amazing…

Daisy pokes a finger at your lips and you suck the (hopefully edible) massage oil off of her, enjoying its sweetness as it tastes even better than it smells. You greedily suck on her finger, swirling your tongue around to get every last drop until Daisy pulls out with a laugh. She giggles from above you and pets your head until you relax again with a contented sigh.

You let out an even deeper sigh when your fiancée starts to lightly caress your back. Daisy’s soft hands glide over your skin, putting just enough pressure to make your body tingle and you shiver at her touch.

“Just relax, sweetie…” You hear her murmur, “Everything's gonna be okay...” Her hands start to knead your muscles, pushing out the tension as you lay on the bed. And after a minute of the relaxing massage, you start to feel sleepy. You fight the exhaustion, wanting to stay awake to experience the massage, but you’re too tired. Sleep overruns your mind, no matter how much resistance you put up, and even pinching yourself stops working.

“I love you, Daisy.” You murmur sleepily, before falling asleep from her amazing massage.

And you’re not sure if you’re dreaming or not, but you hear Daisy mutter quietly, “I love you too, Rose...”