DLM Fic: Saturday (Roxie/Daisy)
Title: Saturday
Author: starberry_slash (VanessatheMagnificent on P&P)
Fandom: Dead Like Me
Pairing: Roxy/Daisy
Archiving: Please do! (jabari2001@hotmail.com)
Summary: Roxy’s much needed slumber is interrupted by an uninvited guest. Sequel to Morning Coffee
Rating: PG-13 for language
~*~*~*
Saturdays in Roxy’s apartment is hushed in silence. So it came as no surprise that at the crack of dawn she was awakened by loud knocking on her apartment door. Angered, Roxy tried to ignore the insistent banging by covering her head with a nearby. The offending knocking continued until Roxy had to unconsciously give up and cast aside the last of her sleepiness. Cursing every living being on God’s green earth, Roxy rolled out of her bed, throwing on a nearby terrycloth robe. The contrast of her freezing room and her warm blankets as she left the comfort of her bed made her journey all the more painful. She felt her way blindly towards her door, nearly tripping on her refurbished coffee table by her sofa. Enraged, Roxy yanked the door open, ready to give her unexpected visitor (probably Rube) the worst morning of their lives.
“Mornin’ sunshine,” Daisy greeted brightly. Roxy blinked a couple of times to make sure she really was awake.
“The hell?” replied Roxy. She stepped back to get a better view of the younger reaper. Daisy had on her usual style of ‘more expensive than she should be able to afford’ under a light jacket. She stood in Roxy’s doorway with a cup of coffee in one hand and her purse in the other.
Coffee. Just what Roxy was craving right now.
“Can I come in or are you going to stare at me for twenty minutes?” Daisy asked, amused. She held up the cup of coffee to Roxy’s sluggish face. “I brought you a little treat.”
“Give me that,” Roxy demanded, snatching the cup from the other woman’s hand. Roxy felt the warmth through the paper cup and smiled. She gestured Daisy in with her free hand. “Bring your little ass in here.”
“I knew you’d see it my way,” Daisy teased. She stepped into the darkened apartment and found the nearest lamp. When light filled the room, Daisy removed and tossed her coat on the couch, revealing a pale sundress, a size little too small. “By the way, nice of you to notice my ass.”
“Whatever,” Roxy said, defending herself. She took another glance at Daisy’s ass. “As much as I love your company here at seven in the god-damn morning, why the hell are you here this early?” She took a sip of her coffee, gagging when she noticed the lack of diabetic sugar levels. Roxy made a beeline to her kitchen to add more sugar.
“My, doesn’t this conversation ring a bell.” Daisy said, smirking. She picked a spot on the couch next to her coat and sat down, crossing her legs and folding her arms gracefully. “Sorry I didn’t make it sweet enough-I forgot how you like to put an un-godly amount of sugar in all of your drinks.”
“No, just in my coffee,” Roxy corrected.
“You don’t like tea?”
“Yes I do, it calms me down.”
“Really?” Daisy asked, surprised.
“For the love of… yes damnit! Since you’ve decided to make yourself so damn comfortable do you want some?” Roxy snapped, ever the gracious host.
“Since you’re offering, why not?” Daisy said, shrugging her shoulders. She lifted herself off the couch and walked into the kitchen. Roxy put a ceramic mug in the microwave to warm it up. She set a metal container on the countertop filled with generic teabags.
“Nothing fancy?” Daisy asked. She rooted around the container before she pulled out a regular teabag.
“So sorry, princess. The fancier stuff is a little out of my budget right now,” Roxy replied between sips of her coffee. They took each other in for a moment in silence.
“Oh, speaking of budget…” Daisy started. She returned to her purse on the couch and removed the envelopes from inside. “I forgot I had these.”
Daisy handed over the envelopes and Roxy looked them over with a weary eye. They were bills and various pieces of junk mail. But something was oddly familiar with the address…
“Daisy Adair, did you steal my fucking mail?” Roxy accused, her voice rising at the end.
“Well I thought I’d help you out.”
“By breaking into my god-damn mailbox?!”
“I wouldn’t call it breaking in exactly. It’s more like using an opportunity.”
“For fucking what?” Roxy yelled, forgetting what time it was. The couple upstairs reminded her with sharp bangs against her ceiling.
“To invite you to an event,” Daisy explained, as if the answer had already been explained.
“To?” Roxy asked. She felt her mind snap. The woman standing in front of her should have been knocked to the fucking ground for invading her privacy and her personal belongings. As her reply, Daisy picked up a postcard from her pile of mail.
“Here,” Daisy said. “It’s a flyer to the Puyallup State fair.”
“The what?!”
“Shh, the neighbors,” Daisy said, pointing to the ceiling.
“What fair?”
“The. Washington. State. Fair,” Daisy repeated. At the sound of the microwave beeping she carefully grabbed her mug and dunked her teabag into the steaming water. She sat her cup next to Roxy’s coffee. “Didn’t I mention this before?”
“No. You didn’t,” Roxy corrected angrily.
“Wait. Don’t tell me you’ve never been to a state fair before.”
“Look here little miss country. I’m from New York-we didn’t go out of the city for anything. We had one of those rinky-dink fairs that parked right in an empty lot.” Roxy explained. There were few fairs that her family could afford to take to her to, and those trips became especially rare after her father walked out of their lives. The lingering smell of grease, sweat, and vomit from those Saturday excursions did not constitute another trip in Roxy’s mind. Taking another sip of her cooling coffee, Roxy made up her mind.
“If you think that you’re gonna drag me to a fucking fair in the middle of nowhere, you must be out of your god-damned mind,” Roxy protested. She drained the last drops from her coffee and tossed the cup in her trash. If Daisy Adair wanted to fight her, she would have to do it outside of her bathroom. Daisy, ever observant in the presence of caffeinated beverages, sensed Roxy’s retreat. She strolled over to Roxy’s hallway doorframe and crossed her hands in front of her chest, her tea mug warm against her skin.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“To the bathroom.” Roxy answered straight-faced.
“To get ready?” Daisy asked with a frown. She couldn’t have won the older woman over that easily.
“You wish.” Roxy scoffed. “Look Daisy…”
“No you look,” Daisy interrupted. She sat her mug down on a shelf that was clear of clutter. “I came here, coffee that you love in hand, to invite you, the woman that I like, to some silly county fair,” Daisy stopped for dramatic flair, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye. Roxy tried her hardest not to roll her eyes at the blonde’s antics. “Yet since I was so ‘graciously’ invited in, all I’ve been getting is flack. So if you don’t want me here just tell me.”
“Are you done?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I don’t want to go. Now move it,” Roxy commanded. She had no patience for Daisy’s bullshit and besides, she really did have to pee. Setting her face to grim, Roxy grabbed Daisy’s arm, confronted by the warmth of her skin. Determined blue eyes met angry brown when Roxy dared to look up. Those eyes, soft blue in the low apartment light, are Roxy’s downfall. She tried her hardest to remain firm and determined to kick Daisy’s ass out of her way but she knew Daisy had won. Sighing, Roxy returned her attention back to the hallway, ignoring the woman who wore an amused smirk.
“Is there any fucking way I am getting out of this without me having to kick your ass?” Roxy asked, defeated. She let her hand fall to her side as Daisy shook her head.
“Nope. Now is that a yes?”
“You know it is.”
“Good, very good,” Daisy nodded. She shifted her body to lean against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed. Following her movement, Roxy claimed the opposite side, staring Daisy down again. And again, Roxy knew she was going to fold first. She also realized, with a horrifying clarity, that the blonde haired devil was becoming uncomfortably an expert of decoding Roxy. She could find, and most importantly, exploit her weak spots. Fresh coffee in the morning? Who could resist that? Focusing back on the woman in front of her, Roxy raised her head, eyes narrowed.
“Don’t think your getting your way that easily. There is one thing I’m going to ask you.”
“Just one?” Daisy asked, her delicate eyebrow arched up.
“Don’t tempt me further,” Roxy warned. “Were you fooling around before, during your little sob story?”
“About?”
“Jesus woman, do I have to spell it out for you?”
“I did for you,” Daisy said, smiling. “What is it?”
“Your. Interest. In. Me.”
“Oh that? Of course not,” Daisy clarified. She shot the older reaper (by appearance only) a wink. “I never go out on a third date with my regulars.”
“Your who?”
“Never you mind.” Daisy said, patting Roxy’s arm. She moved to the side of the small apartment hallway and pushed Roxy daintily towards the back. “Now go make yourself pretty as a princess.”
“We can’t stay long,” Roxy said, reminding Daisy of her real duties. She strolled towards the second room on the left and flicked on the bathroom light. Daisy made a mental note of where Roxy entered, better to know where she could freshen up, if the need arose, as the apartment filled with the sounds of the squeaky vent fan. “I got a reap at six.”
“I know, I remembered. I always do, don’t I? Luckily for me, the couple I have to take care of will unfortunately choke on over-fried corndogs. Care to guess where?”
“Why, I have no clue,” Roxy said cynically. After Roxy slammed the door a little too hard for Daisy’s taste and as she started the shower, Daisy could smell the soap Roxy was using as it floated from the bathroom. It gave the whole apartment an earthy, clean smell. The smell loosed images of Daisy, and her pre-reaper life, from the depths of her mind. It reminded Daisy that she was in a world where such simple memories are usually corrupted for the sake of more worldly ideals. Yet Roxy’s cynical asshole look on life let Daisy hope for something she thought she had lost-her compassion for the world. It wasn’t love that Daisy yearned for but someone to reaffirm her grasp on reality, to keep her grounded. For if Daisy truly gave up hope in this mortal world, she might take that forbidden trip to parts unknown.
“You ok?” Roxy asked, her had on Daisy’s shoulder. She had a towel wrapped around her freshly cleaned body.
“You bet kiddo,” Daisy nodded. “Let me clean my mug and I’ll help you pick something pretty to wear.”
“If you insist,” Roxy replied as she walked slowly back to her room. This gave Daisy plenty of time to snatch a pleasing view of Roxy’s ass. Too bad she felt she had to hide such a lovely figure behind unflattering uniforms and ‘casual’ wear. As she set her mug into the sink, Daisy was determined to make this 'casual dating' thing work out-for the both of them.
“Are you bringing your skinny ass in here or what?” Roxy yelled from the bedroom.
Maybe not.
“Coming,” Daisy said, walking down the hallway.
Author: starberry_slash (VanessatheMagnificent on P&P)
Fandom: Dead Like Me
Pairing: Roxy/Daisy
Archiving: Please do! (jabari2001@hotmail.com)
Summary: Roxy’s much needed slumber is interrupted by an uninvited guest. Sequel to Morning Coffee
Rating: PG-13 for language
~*~*~*
Saturdays in Roxy’s apartment is hushed in silence. So it came as no surprise that at the crack of dawn she was awakened by loud knocking on her apartment door. Angered, Roxy tried to ignore the insistent banging by covering her head with a nearby. The offending knocking continued until Roxy had to unconsciously give up and cast aside the last of her sleepiness. Cursing every living being on God’s green earth, Roxy rolled out of her bed, throwing on a nearby terrycloth robe. The contrast of her freezing room and her warm blankets as she left the comfort of her bed made her journey all the more painful. She felt her way blindly towards her door, nearly tripping on her refurbished coffee table by her sofa. Enraged, Roxy yanked the door open, ready to give her unexpected visitor (probably Rube) the worst morning of their lives.
“Mornin’ sunshine,” Daisy greeted brightly. Roxy blinked a couple of times to make sure she really was awake.
“The hell?” replied Roxy. She stepped back to get a better view of the younger reaper. Daisy had on her usual style of ‘more expensive than she should be able to afford’ under a light jacket. She stood in Roxy’s doorway with a cup of coffee in one hand and her purse in the other.
Coffee. Just what Roxy was craving right now.
“Can I come in or are you going to stare at me for twenty minutes?” Daisy asked, amused. She held up the cup of coffee to Roxy’s sluggish face. “I brought you a little treat.”
“Give me that,” Roxy demanded, snatching the cup from the other woman’s hand. Roxy felt the warmth through the paper cup and smiled. She gestured Daisy in with her free hand. “Bring your little ass in here.”
“I knew you’d see it my way,” Daisy teased. She stepped into the darkened apartment and found the nearest lamp. When light filled the room, Daisy removed and tossed her coat on the couch, revealing a pale sundress, a size little too small. “By the way, nice of you to notice my ass.”
“Whatever,” Roxy said, defending herself. She took another glance at Daisy’s ass. “As much as I love your company here at seven in the god-damn morning, why the hell are you here this early?” She took a sip of her coffee, gagging when she noticed the lack of diabetic sugar levels. Roxy made a beeline to her kitchen to add more sugar.
“My, doesn’t this conversation ring a bell.” Daisy said, smirking. She picked a spot on the couch next to her coat and sat down, crossing her legs and folding her arms gracefully. “Sorry I didn’t make it sweet enough-I forgot how you like to put an un-godly amount of sugar in all of your drinks.”
“No, just in my coffee,” Roxy corrected.
“You don’t like tea?”
“Yes I do, it calms me down.”
“Really?” Daisy asked, surprised.
“For the love of… yes damnit! Since you’ve decided to make yourself so damn comfortable do you want some?” Roxy snapped, ever the gracious host.
“Since you’re offering, why not?” Daisy said, shrugging her shoulders. She lifted herself off the couch and walked into the kitchen. Roxy put a ceramic mug in the microwave to warm it up. She set a metal container on the countertop filled with generic teabags.
“Nothing fancy?” Daisy asked. She rooted around the container before she pulled out a regular teabag.
“So sorry, princess. The fancier stuff is a little out of my budget right now,” Roxy replied between sips of her coffee. They took each other in for a moment in silence.
“Oh, speaking of budget…” Daisy started. She returned to her purse on the couch and removed the envelopes from inside. “I forgot I had these.”
Daisy handed over the envelopes and Roxy looked them over with a weary eye. They were bills and various pieces of junk mail. But something was oddly familiar with the address…
“Daisy Adair, did you steal my fucking mail?” Roxy accused, her voice rising at the end.
“Well I thought I’d help you out.”
“By breaking into my god-damn mailbox?!”
“I wouldn’t call it breaking in exactly. It’s more like using an opportunity.”
“For fucking what?” Roxy yelled, forgetting what time it was. The couple upstairs reminded her with sharp bangs against her ceiling.
“To invite you to an event,” Daisy explained, as if the answer had already been explained.
“To?” Roxy asked. She felt her mind snap. The woman standing in front of her should have been knocked to the fucking ground for invading her privacy and her personal belongings. As her reply, Daisy picked up a postcard from her pile of mail.
“Here,” Daisy said. “It’s a flyer to the Puyallup State fair.”
“The what?!”
“Shh, the neighbors,” Daisy said, pointing to the ceiling.
“What fair?”
“The. Washington. State. Fair,” Daisy repeated. At the sound of the microwave beeping she carefully grabbed her mug and dunked her teabag into the steaming water. She sat her cup next to Roxy’s coffee. “Didn’t I mention this before?”
“No. You didn’t,” Roxy corrected angrily.
“Wait. Don’t tell me you’ve never been to a state fair before.”
“Look here little miss country. I’m from New York-we didn’t go out of the city for anything. We had one of those rinky-dink fairs that parked right in an empty lot.” Roxy explained. There were few fairs that her family could afford to take to her to, and those trips became especially rare after her father walked out of their lives. The lingering smell of grease, sweat, and vomit from those Saturday excursions did not constitute another trip in Roxy’s mind. Taking another sip of her cooling coffee, Roxy made up her mind.
“If you think that you’re gonna drag me to a fucking fair in the middle of nowhere, you must be out of your god-damned mind,” Roxy protested. She drained the last drops from her coffee and tossed the cup in her trash. If Daisy Adair wanted to fight her, she would have to do it outside of her bathroom. Daisy, ever observant in the presence of caffeinated beverages, sensed Roxy’s retreat. She strolled over to Roxy’s hallway doorframe and crossed her hands in front of her chest, her tea mug warm against her skin.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“To the bathroom.” Roxy answered straight-faced.
“To get ready?” Daisy asked with a frown. She couldn’t have won the older woman over that easily.
“You wish.” Roxy scoffed. “Look Daisy…”
“No you look,” Daisy interrupted. She sat her mug down on a shelf that was clear of clutter. “I came here, coffee that you love in hand, to invite you, the woman that I like, to some silly county fair,” Daisy stopped for dramatic flair, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye. Roxy tried her hardest not to roll her eyes at the blonde’s antics. “Yet since I was so ‘graciously’ invited in, all I’ve been getting is flack. So if you don’t want me here just tell me.”
“Are you done?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I don’t want to go. Now move it,” Roxy commanded. She had no patience for Daisy’s bullshit and besides, she really did have to pee. Setting her face to grim, Roxy grabbed Daisy’s arm, confronted by the warmth of her skin. Determined blue eyes met angry brown when Roxy dared to look up. Those eyes, soft blue in the low apartment light, are Roxy’s downfall. She tried her hardest to remain firm and determined to kick Daisy’s ass out of her way but she knew Daisy had won. Sighing, Roxy returned her attention back to the hallway, ignoring the woman who wore an amused smirk.
“Is there any fucking way I am getting out of this without me having to kick your ass?” Roxy asked, defeated. She let her hand fall to her side as Daisy shook her head.
“Nope. Now is that a yes?”
“You know it is.”
“Good, very good,” Daisy nodded. She shifted her body to lean against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed. Following her movement, Roxy claimed the opposite side, staring Daisy down again. And again, Roxy knew she was going to fold first. She also realized, with a horrifying clarity, that the blonde haired devil was becoming uncomfortably an expert of decoding Roxy. She could find, and most importantly, exploit her weak spots. Fresh coffee in the morning? Who could resist that? Focusing back on the woman in front of her, Roxy raised her head, eyes narrowed.
“Don’t think your getting your way that easily. There is one thing I’m going to ask you.”
“Just one?” Daisy asked, her delicate eyebrow arched up.
“Don’t tempt me further,” Roxy warned. “Were you fooling around before, during your little sob story?”
“About?”
“Jesus woman, do I have to spell it out for you?”
“I did for you,” Daisy said, smiling. “What is it?”
“Your. Interest. In. Me.”
“Oh that? Of course not,” Daisy clarified. She shot the older reaper (by appearance only) a wink. “I never go out on a third date with my regulars.”
“Your who?”
“Never you mind.” Daisy said, patting Roxy’s arm. She moved to the side of the small apartment hallway and pushed Roxy daintily towards the back. “Now go make yourself pretty as a princess.”
“We can’t stay long,” Roxy said, reminding Daisy of her real duties. She strolled towards the second room on the left and flicked on the bathroom light. Daisy made a mental note of where Roxy entered, better to know where she could freshen up, if the need arose, as the apartment filled with the sounds of the squeaky vent fan. “I got a reap at six.”
“I know, I remembered. I always do, don’t I? Luckily for me, the couple I have to take care of will unfortunately choke on over-fried corndogs. Care to guess where?”
“Why, I have no clue,” Roxy said cynically. After Roxy slammed the door a little too hard for Daisy’s taste and as she started the shower, Daisy could smell the soap Roxy was using as it floated from the bathroom. It gave the whole apartment an earthy, clean smell. The smell loosed images of Daisy, and her pre-reaper life, from the depths of her mind. It reminded Daisy that she was in a world where such simple memories are usually corrupted for the sake of more worldly ideals. Yet Roxy’s cynical asshole look on life let Daisy hope for something she thought she had lost-her compassion for the world. It wasn’t love that Daisy yearned for but someone to reaffirm her grasp on reality, to keep her grounded. For if Daisy truly gave up hope in this mortal world, she might take that forbidden trip to parts unknown.
“You ok?” Roxy asked, her had on Daisy’s shoulder. She had a towel wrapped around her freshly cleaned body.
“You bet kiddo,” Daisy nodded. “Let me clean my mug and I’ll help you pick something pretty to wear.”
“If you insist,” Roxy replied as she walked slowly back to her room. This gave Daisy plenty of time to snatch a pleasing view of Roxy’s ass. Too bad she felt she had to hide such a lovely figure behind unflattering uniforms and ‘casual’ wear. As she set her mug into the sink, Daisy was determined to make this 'casual dating' thing work out-for the both of them.
“Are you bringing your skinny ass in here or what?” Roxy yelled from the bedroom.
Maybe not.
“Coming,” Daisy said, walking down the hallway.