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skyler10fic · 3 months ago

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Sweet Fantasy

For the @ficwip5k!

Summary: Carol and Daisy are in a new relationship and on vacation for the first time at their friends’ wedding. They are also ready for another first, which reveals fantasies and dreams they can make into reality.

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Carol’s heart raced as she packed up the last items she’d need on her vacation. She’d stayed up late finalizing the road trip playlist, and now the coffee and nerves had her jittery while trying to zip up her backpack and hit the road.

It was her first trip with Daisy, her new girlfriend. They’d been together a few months, but with work and grad school and family and friends, it still felt so fresh. It would also be their first night together alone—intimately, if all went to plan.

As friends, they had stayed in cabins, beach houses, and hotels with the rest of their friend group, so Carol wasn’t nervous about whether they would travel well together, but this was a defining step in their relationship. It was so romantic, and the reason for going even more so. Two of Daisy’s closest friends, Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz, were getting married.

Everyone inserted a “finally” when they talked about it, as the couple had been inseparable since their freshman year of university. People had taken to calling them FitzSimmons, and many forgot they weren’t yet married. This year, they’d each graduated with PhDs and decided it was time for the beachside wedding of their dreams. Jemma had explained at her bachelorette party that it was about more than the conveyor belt of relationships for them. By now, they knew they had each other through every storm. No matter what the future had in store.

Daisy was much closer with them, and she would be standing as a bridesmaid with Jemma at the front for the whole ceremony. But it didn’t matter to Carol whether she was invited as a plus-one or as a guest in her own right. She had a navy dress with a red and gold shawl and jewelry to coordinate with Daisy, who would be in the bridesmaids’ assigned lighter blue with silver jewelry. Daisy had modeled the dress for the bridal party and Carol in the store, and that night, Carol had had a vivid dream about taking it off her.

Carol arrived at Daisy’s apartment and was greeted with a kiss and a “just five minutes, I swear!” But Daisy was true to her word, and with a backpack, a wardrobe bag for the dress, and a duffle bag for the rest of her things loaded into Carol’s Subaru Crosstrek, they were ready to start the road trip playlist and the GPS app to the beautiful resort for a romantic weekend away.

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Jemma had reserved luxurious rooms for the wedding party with ocean views. A clear container on the table held Daisy’s flowers with a note from Jemma. Carol noted the majority of the room was taken up by a singular, soft, inviting king-sized bed. Daisy had to rush away to the rehearsal, leaving Carol to rest and flip through the channels on the room’s TV. The next thing she knew, she was being awakened by the sound of Daisy returning.

“Aw, my sleepy driver.” Daisy pecked a kiss to Carol’s forehead, brushing back bedhead hair. “C’mon, it’s time for a late lunch with the wedding party before we start getting ready for the ceremony tonight!”

Groggy, Carol cleaned up and looked 100% presentable to be introduced to their friends’ families as Daisy’s girlfriend, a title that still thrilled her to the core. The one or two older relatives with raised eyebrows or a hint of scrutiny didn’t phase Carol. She’d been out far too long to care about random elderly strangers, and all of the Fitz’ and Simmons’ relatives who had crossed the Atlantic and the entire U.S. for the wedding were far too well-bred to make a homophobic comment aloud at the table.

Carol picked up from the conversation that both families were old money and influential, and she sat up straighter. Daisy fit in with any crowd naturally, however, and Carol adored watching her charm everyone from the young flower girl and ring bearer boy to the posh grandparents.

It wasn’t until seeing Daisy come down the aisle in the line of bridesmaids that evening, though, that Carol really understood how deeply in love with Daisy she was. Daisy found her in the crowd and smiled, and that’s all it took. Carol swore she’d marry that girl someday, when they were ready. Whatever it took, anything Daisy needed, Carol knew she’d do it a thousand times over to be her wife forever.

The ceremony wasn’t long objectively, and the photos afterward were remarkably efficient thanks to Jemma’s talent at planning, but it seemed to take forever as Carol counted down each minute until she was reunited with Daisy. Carol wandered over to the reception area, lit by tiki torches and hanging lanterns, and a live band began to play. A few minutes of small talk with guests was interrupted by the lead singer, introducing the newlyweds as husband and wife for the first time.

“Hey.” Daisy bumped Carol’s shoulder as she applauded along with the rest of the crowd.

“Hi,” Carol returned and impulsively wrapped her arms around Daisy from behind. She kissed Daisy’s cheek and they watched FitzSimmons start their first dance. The Father-Daughter and Mother-Son dance was next, then the singer announced that it was time for all the couples in attendance to join in. Daisy turned and extended a hand to Carol.

“Wow.” Carol took Daisy’s hand and followed her.

“Wow what?” Daisy inquired as they began to sway along with the other couples on the dance floor.

“Just, we get to do this. Be a couple.” Carol shrugged. “It’s nice.”

Daisy caught on to Carol’s feigned nonchalance. “It’s more than nice. I love it. I love being your girlfriend, and I love that everyone in the world can see that you’re mine.”

“I love you.” Carol blushed and her eyes widened as it slipped out, but Daisy kissed her quickly before she could say anything else.

“I love you too.”

Carol kissed her deeply this time, not noticing as the music ended. People began to stare and smile, remembering their early days. When they came back to reality, Daisy waved to their audience and Carol blushed deeper red. Daisy led her off to the buffet table, and they ate dinner, staying out of the center of attention, at least until Daisy needed to help with the cake cutting and distribution.

After cake, dancing, and champagne, the newlyweds had been sent off to their beachside honeymoon cabana for the night before leaving on a cruise tomorrow, and the guests started to return to their rooms. With official duties done, Daisy’s attention—and little touches—were entirely focused on driving Carol mad. Carol wanted her more and more with each stroke of Daisy’s fingers on her skin: as they danced, as they sat side by side and Daisy stroked Carol’s bare knee under the table, as they kissed behind the photo booth…

“Maybe we should take this party somewhere more private.” Carol extended a hand to Daisy this time and they sauntered off indoors to the elevators, ready to move on to the second part of their night.

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Daisy locked the door behind them and Carol turned on a lamp. They didn’t bother closing the curtains over the glass doors that opened to the ocean. No one would be able to see them anyway. Shoes came off first, and Carol’s shawl and Daisy’s purse were tossed on the dresser, then Daisy retrieved makeup remover cloths from her toiletry bag for each of them and they stood side by side in the bathroom, daring each other to make the next move. Carol took down her updo and shook out her hair to fall in dark blonde waves, and Daisy took out the hibiscus flower pins holding her shoulder-length brown hair back. Daisy set her jewelry aside, and Carol followed suit with her own. It was like a choreographed mating dance, one making a move and then the other.

“Help me unzip?” Daisy turned her back to Carol and pulled her hair to the side. Carol gladly obliged, slowing the zipper halfway down Daisy’s back to lean in and kiss Daisy’s neck. Daisy’s perfume combined with her natural pheromones in a scent custom designed to make Carol intoxicated, love drunk.

“My turn,” Carol whispered as the zip hit the end of its track. She slipped her hand just inside the dress around Daisy’s bare waist and tickled her side.

“Hey!” Daisy giggled in surprise. She turned to face Carol and stepped out of the dress, revealing a strapless pushup bra and lavender lace and silky panties.

Carol drank her in with a finger tracing down Daisy’s perfect body. “You’re so beautiful.”

Daisy set her dress on the counter and deflected. “You’ve seen me in a bikini before.”

“Not the same.” Carol grabbed Daisy’s hips and guided her closer.

Daisy permitted a short kiss and then ended it to say, “I thought you said it was your turn.”

She found the zipper at Carol’s side and exposed Carol’s bare skin to her touch this time. Instead of tickling, Daisy opted for grabbing Carol’s ass and squeezing. Carol giggled, and Daisy withdrew her hand in favor of helping Carol out of the navy dress.

Daisy deposited Carol’s dress on top of her own on the counter and admired Carol’s black bra with the revealing, tiny cups and translucent black boyshorts. “These are gorgeous, but no clothes allowed in this party. Sorry, ma’am. These are going to have to come off.”

“Hypocrite,” Carol teased and reached behind Daisy to unhook her bra with expert speed.

“Fair enough,” Daisy conceded and tried the same but giggled in embarrassment as it didn’t happen quite so quickly for her. “How did you do that?”

“Stay with me and in time, you’ll learn all my tricks,” Carol promised and unhooked it herself. “Ready? 1, 2, 3.”

On 3, they both let their bras fall and tossed them to the clothing pile too.

“One more left, but you’ll have to catch me first.” Daisy darted past Carol into the bedroom and Carol chased after her, grabbing her around the middle and collapsing into the plush bed together. Their laughing turned to scooting up to lay on the bed properly, which turned to kissing and touching, to tongues and nipples teased, to breathless little sounds of needing and desiring.

“Please,” Carol begged at Daisy touching her through the black underwear. “Please please.”

“Mmm these definitely have to go. Far too overdressed.” Daisy dragged Carol’s underwear down her legs. She sat up and tossed them to the side, but before she could return to Carol’s naked body, it was Carol’s turn in their dance.

Carol sat up in front of Daisy and teased her fingers down the front and sides of Daisy’s panties, dipping in the lace sides and stroking the silky fabric. The dark spot in the middle of the lavender grew.

“You’re right, these are in the way,” Carol remarked casually. “I do like seeing how much you want me though.”

She tossed Daisy’s panties to join her own, and they were bare before each other, out of moves in their stripping game.

“You don’t have to just see,” Daisy purred. “You can feel.”

She moved around Carol to lie back on the pillows and bit her lip. Carol eagerly joined her and rolled half on top of her. Trembling in reverence, Carol brushed her hand down Daisy’s bare body, no waistbands or seams stopping her. Her fingertips teased through Daisy’s tuft of curls and dipped in to feel Daisy’s wetness for herself, as invited. Daisy captured Carol’s mouth in a desperate kiss, sucking and licking, with Carol reciprocating in kind, tongue mirroring the strokes of her fingers deeper and deeper into Daisy’s core. Her thumb found Daisy’s engorged clit, and she took mental notes as Daisy moaned into her mouth. Their mouths parted and Carol craned her neck down to suck on Daisy’s breasts, tongue and free hand playing with Daisy’s peaked tits as Daisy came apart under her.

“Fuck, fuck,” Daisy panted, “god, Carol.” Carol’s fingers worked her faster, harder, learning exactly what patterns would drive her girlfriend over the edge. Carol watched as Daisy’s mouth fell open and her muscles tensed. Carol now understood the word holy. It was the closest she’d come to watching someone having a divine experience as Daisy cried out “oh god, yes!”

Carol worked her through the orgasm, extending it for her as long as she could until Daisy, relaxed and satiated, instinctively jerked her hips away. Too sensitive for more, Daisy snuck her hand down Carol’s ass and further forward between her legs to tease Carol’s dripping wetness.

“You’ve been wanting me too,” Daisy assessed in her most sultry tone. “How long have you been like this?”

“Too long,” Carol groaned as Daisy played with her before finally inserting the tip of her middle finger. “Can’t count how many times I’ve dreamed about this. Having to wake up to finish without you really there.”

“Me too,” Daisy confessed and moved her thigh against Carol’s until they slotted just right for Carol to ride her, grinding as Daisy teased Carol’s pussy with one hand and brushed her hair back with the other. Daisy added another finger, deeper, and stroked inside her in time with Carol’s grinding.

Daisy stretched her tongue out to lick Carol’s lips and they kissed roughly until Daisy bucked her hips up reflexively, which started a faster rhythm.

“Make me come,” Carol begged.

“Can you come like this?” Daisy added a third finger, stretching Carol wider. “Tell me what you need, anything, baby, anything you need.” Daisy wrapped her other leg around Carol’s, drawing her as close as humanly possible.

This made Carol moan. She grinded harder and her own thigh came in contact with Daisy’s renewed wetness. Their breasts rubbed just so, stimulating each other. The final piece was Daisy joining Carol’s moaning as the grinding became mutual. Still focused on getting Carol to come for the first time, Daisy noted the way Carol pulsed harder around her stroking fingers. Daisy returned to two fingers for longer, faster strokes and let the others stroke Carol’s labia.

“Fuck!” Daisy cried breathlessly. “Come for me. I wanna see you come for me.”

“I’m… Daiz, I’m…” Carol’s voice hitched as she moaned in pleasure. She jerked against Daisy and all of her muscles shook, right on the edge, cresting as Daisy’s body moved against hers, inside her, all around her. Just as she’d always dreamed. Years of longing were realized into an orgasm that washed over Carol in intense, all-consuming pleasure.

Daisy held Carol close as Carol’s arms gave out. She removed her fingers and grabbed Carol’s ass again instead. After a minute, her other hand guided Carol’s mouth to hers and they rolled onto their sides to bask in the afterglow.

Their kissing grew soft and their touches more gentle and slow.

“If I weren’t so tired, I’d keep going all night,” Daisy confessed.

Carol gazed at her in pure joy. “Me too. We should probably get to sleep, though.”

“Can I tell you something,” Daisy whispered though it was only the two of them, inches apart.

“Anything.” Carol’s sleepy silly grin mirrored Daisy’s.

“I’ve been looking forward to this part too.” Daisy shrugged the shoulder not against a pillow. “The domestic stuff. Showering together, waking up together, couple stuff. That’s the stuff I had dreams about.”

Carol sat up and sighed happily. “That’s good to hear because I would do anything to make your dreams come true. C’mon, girlfriend.”

She pulled herself away from the inviting bed, knowing they would be back and under the covers together soon. She unzipped her duffle bag and pulled out more comfortable underwear and a soft tank top to sleep in.

“I love you, girlfriend.” Daisy scrambled up after Carol and pecked a kiss to her shoulder before moving on to get her own sleepwear.

“Love you,” Carol returned and lightly spanked Daisy as she walked past to the bathroom, making Daisy laugh.

Their shower, while sexy, was more about intimacy and exploration than actual sex, washing away the busy day and night. When they were ready for bed, they snuggled in close and turned off the lamp, with no alarm or agenda set for the next day.

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Carol awoke to the warm comfort of spooning Daisy like a teddy bear. Teddy girlfriend, half-awake Carol thought to herself and hummed lightly in amusement. They had both used Daisy’s pineapple coconut lotion after their shower and Daisy’s neck so close was far too tempting. She started to roll away so she didn’t impulsively wake Daisy too early. A quick glance at her phone, though, told her it was well past 9 a.m.

Daisy made a sad whine and looked over her shoulder to see where Carol had gone. “Come back?”

“Have you been awake?”

“Not long. Just for a little while.” She held up her phone, which showed her ebook app open. “I got up for a bit, but came back to bed and you were too cuddly to want to leave.”

“I think I got up and went to the bathroom around sunrise? And then went out on the balcony to take a picture?” She opened her phone’s photos app. “Ah, yup.”

“Nice!” Daisy admired the photo of the sunrise Carol had taken in the few minutes she’d been awake.

“The sun is bright now.” This observation and Carol’s frown about it made Daisy smile.

Daisy put her phone back on the bedside table and Carol did the same. “Lay back down with me?”

Carol was happy to return to their spooning. “You know, I’ve had a fantasy like this for a long time.”

“Mmm, just this or that kind of fantasy?” Daisy rolled her ass against Carol to emphasize her meaning.

Carol smiled into a kiss to Daisy’s spine, finally able to give into the temptation. “The latter.”

“Tell me about it. What did you do next?”

Carol’s heart raced in anticipation as she acted it out in real life, moving her hand down from casually resting on Daisy’s stomach to dipping her fingers under the waistband of Daisy’s soft, thin sleep shorts. She propped up on her side so she could watch the bulge of her hand moving between layers of fabric. She waited for Daisy’s sigh of pleasure, then pushed Daisy’s underwear to the side and teased her. She finally pushed Daisy’s underwear down from the top to get better contact with her entire hand.

Daisy rolled her hips to grind against Carol again in impatience as Carol avoided her clit. “I had a dream last night that we had the whole beach to ourselves. No one else to see us.”

“Yeah? What did we do with that opportunity?” Carol started a small love bite on the back of Daisy’s neck, where it met her shoulder.

Daisy’s breath hitched as she continued. “You untied my bikini bottom, and then my top, while I sat facing you in your lap. I was naked under our umbrella on a big beach blanket, but you had on on a one piece and shorts so I couldn’t do anything but let you touch me everywhere.”

She was losing her train of thought as Carol stroked, making her wetter than she’d been when she’d woken up or she’d been while reading an erotic novel a few minutes ago on her phone.

“Then what?” Carol prodded.

“I was shy because I felt so exposed, but you told me I didn’t have to worry because you were there and would take care of me. And then you fucked me just like this with your fingers, just, like, ohhh, yeah.”

“But you were sitting on my lap, yeah?” She murmured into Daisy’s ear. “Do you wanna do it right now?”

“Mmhm.” Daisy whimpered and stripped off her shorts and underwear. Carol arranged the pillows and sat up so Daisy could straddle her. Carol stripped her of her thin shirt, relishing the way Daisy’s nipples stood to attention in the AC-cooled room.

She didn’t need further instructions. She stretched her fingers and resumed touching Daisy. Now, from this angle, Daisy began lifting her hips slightly and lowering them, fucking her fingers. The light wet sound it made was music to Carol.

“Could we hear the ocean? In your dream?”

Daisy nodded, wordless now.

“Did I do this?” Carol bent her fingers inside Daisy and felt for her G-spot. The spongy area made Daisy cry out.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“That’s my girl,” Carol praised. “And do you like my thumb here?”

She shifted her wrist to rub her thumb, coated in Daisy’s cum, over her hot, pulsing clit, and it responded in swelling erection at her touch.

Daisy nodded harder and tried to push Carol’s tank top up to reciprocate some of the pleasure.

“Un-uh. You said I’m in a swimsuit so you can’t touch me where you want to.” Carol used her free hand to move Daisy’s to one of Daisy’s own exposed breasts. “I want you to help.”

Daisy opened her mouth but she still didn’t have words from the pleasure, so she closed it and nodded again.

Carol took Daisy’s other hand and brought it to Daisy’s core. “If you can’t tell me, show me. Show me what I did in the dream.”

“Okay,” Daisy exhaled more than said. Daisy moved her hand over Carol’s, essentially using Carol’s hand to pleasure herself. Carol copied how Daisy was teasing her right breast on the left. Daisy arched her back and Carol could tell she was right at the edge.

“Show me,” Carol murmured. “That’s a good girl. Teach me to worship you.”

Daisy moaned and cried out Carol’s name. Her eyes closed and her mouth fell open, fully nonverbal as she came, a silent scream of ecstasy. Her body shook the way Carol’s had last night, and Carol worked her down, then held her close as the aftershocks flooded over her. There was something especially erotic about holding Daisy’s naked, trembling, orgasm-drowning body against her partially clothed one, physically aching with desire.

Daisy stirred against her and laughed in delight. “That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever experienced.”

Her words were slurred slightly and her mouth captured Carol’s sloppily. Drinking her in was all Carol wanted at that moment. Naked Daisy, essentially giving her a lap dance as she moved with their kiss. She couldn’t take it anymore. She rolled them over so Daisy was on her side and sat up to strip off her tank top and boxer briefs.

“I need you, fuck, I need you,” Carol confessed.

“I packed something special, just in case,” Daisy teased and got up from the bed, making Carol whine.

“If this is clothes, I’m not sure it’s worth the effort,” Carol warned. But Daisy opened a drawstring bag from her luggage to reveal a strap harness and dildo.

“I don’t usually wear this,” Daisy warned. “So don’t get used to it, but this time we can make an exception. If you want.”

Carol’s mind exploded at the idea of riding Daisy and it was her turn to lose her words. She swallowed and stuttered out. “Yes, got it. Please, yes, please.”

“I can’t wait to show you the rest of my toys,” Daisy teased as she put on the harness. “I have some new ones I got especially for us to play with together. Sleepovers are going to be more fun than ever.”

Carol was practically vibrating herself with anticipation as Daisy climbed back in bed, dildo bobbing in front of her and lube in hand.

“That’s the advantage of girlfriends. We can do all the sleepover stuff.” Carol caught Daisy by the hips and flipped their positions to straddle her.

“Mmm yeah.” Between each phrase, Daisy kissed down Carol’s jawline, neck, and chest: “Bake cookies, French braids, spin the bottle, share toys, ride each other’s strap…”

“Can’t wait.” Carol meant it too, taking charge of the lube bottle to get exactly what she wanted. “Tell me if it’s not fun, though, yeah?”

“That’s supposed to be my line.” Daisy guided Carol’s hips until Carol could sink down on her. Carol stopped her there, though.

“I’m serious. If this hurts, we can take it off. I would never want to hurt you.”

Daisy kissed her sweetly. “You too, yeah?”

Carol nodded. The truth was, she was already aching, but in need. She gave in to the discomfort and moved her hips, sliding up and down the dildo with the help of the silky lube.

“Ohh yes,” Carol sighed in relief. “Can I go faster?”

“Of course, babe.” Daisy moved one hand up to feel Carol’s breast bounce in her palm and traced her thumb in from Carol’s hip to spread Carol wider, exposing her clit. “You are perfect. Every inch. I mean, look at us.”

Daisy thrust her hips up to meet Carol’s, and Carol gasped and moaned in reward. Carol bounced faster and faster, and her hand moved to touch her clit, getting herself off as she did as instructed and watched Daisy’s dildo disappear in and out of herself.

“Oh god,” Carol panted. She rocked harder, rolling her hips in time with Daisy’s thrusts. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, lost in the moment. “Fuck!!”

This time, she came fast and hard, and Daisy was right there to catch her again as she leaned forward and rested her forehead on Daisy’s shoulder.

As much as Carol loved it, the strap really was beginning to hurt now. Reluctantly, they parted and cleaned up.

“Breakfast and then beach?” Daisy offered as they dressed in casual vacation T-shirts and shorts.

“Sounds wonderful.” Carol admired Daisy in the mirror as Daisy applied a tinted sunscreen to her face and blended it in. Carol brushed her hair casually, as if they did this every morning. “And, you know, thank you, for this morning. And last night.”

Daisy met her gaze in the mirror and winked. “Very welcome, and thank you. I meant it earlier too. Sleepovers with you would be nice.”

“How about next weekend?” Carol rushed out before she could second guess if it was too soon.

“I’m free, and I have cookie dough in the freezer,” Daisy flirted. “I need someone to bake it with.”

Carol pulled her hair back in a ponytail and reassured. “I am always here to help.”

“Good. Speaking of food…” Daisy grabbed her room key and slipped on her sandals. “We better get down to breakfast before it turns to lunch.”

They had perfect timing leaving their room, as the elevator doors opened to reveal their friend Mack with another bridesmaid, Elena, in the casual clothes she’d worn to the rehearsal. With a bridesmaid dress bag on her arm.

“Good morning!” Daisy and Carol greeted in unison.

“Hi,” Mack cleared his throat. “We, um, this is…”

Elena stepped in, rolling her eyes at his embarrassment. “Exactly what it looks like.”

“Yeah, girl!” Daisy gave her a high five. “Mack’s a catch.”

“And you two?” Mack changed the subject to stop squirming at the attention on his sex life.

“Oh yeah,” Carol assured. “Midmorning, no hangover, can’t stop smiling? Definitely what it looks like.”

Daisy slipped her hand around Carol’s waist as the doors opened on another floor and other guests got on. Carol kissed her temple, unable to resist for even a minute more. She resolved to keep every weekend reserved for Daisy in her calendar from here on out.

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They flirted their way from Saturday to Sunday, from the beach to restaurants to the pool to walks along the pier to a sunset dinner cruise to shopping in the harbor village to sharing a large ice cream float. Eventually, they had to check out of the hotel and drive home.

The silliness and sexiness softened into the real stuff. They exchanged stories they hadn’t shared with anyone else, vented about their families, and confessed things too deep for any other venue, but in the car, things were easier to say aloud.

Carol stalled by filling up with gas even though she had half a tank left, and Daisy stalled by inviting her in for dinner when they got home, knowing they’d have to order delivery because she didn’t have anything decent to make. Dinner turned into a movie, which turned into one last night of sex.

“Stay,” Daisy pouted, knowing she couldn’t. “You already have your stuff in your bag.”

“I have to go to work in the morning.” Carol frowned, but then brightened as she remembered this was a new normal, not a special one-time event. “But we have next weekend to look forward to.”

Daisy walked her to the door. “Love you. Text me when you get home safe.”

“I live 20 minutes away,” Carol laughed and kissed Daisy goodnight. “But I will. I love you too.”

A new Carol drove home, transformed from the nervous girl she’d been on Friday morning when she’d left. She wasn’t afraid to blast love songs on the drive back and in the shower and in her headphones at work throughout the week. Their fragile, new, baby-tender relationship had blossomed into the blissful honeymoon stage, committed and secure, but still floating on dreams and young love.

By the time they made it down the wedding aisle themselves, they looked back at this stage in fond nostalgia, but with a much firmer foundation. Their first vacation together was an adorable and precious memory, but by their own honeymoon, the love that bloomed back then was unshakable, forged in the fire of fights and resolution, compromise and comfort, grief and finding home together. They never stopped sharing their secret desires, fantasies, and most intimate dreams, however. And they never stopped feeling the awe, sometimes in the most ordinary moments, that no matter what life dealt them, they had each other.

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