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Out in Space Tech

Summary: Instead of a date for Valentine’s Day weekend, Daisy is headed to the queer space tech conference in the city to represent Shield Co., but her anxiety isn’t for professional reasons at all: Will her crush, Carol Danvers of Stark Industries, be at the conference too? And if she shows up, does she reciprocate Daisy’s feelings?

Notes: For the @ficwip Hey Sweethearts 2025 event!

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Ch. 1 Friends to Sweethearts

On a night with stars made of cityscapes, Daisy’s sportscar flew down the interstate, first between suburbs, then between high rises. She turned the volume up loud to drown out her anxious heartache.

Not only was it two days before Valentine’s Day, but it was also the first night of the Out in Space Tech convention for LGBTQIA+ members of the aerospace tech industry. While the group had meetups and events year-round, the big annual convention was a can’t-miss event for the community. It mixed professional and personal in usefulness and fun—half job fair and professional conference and half geek meetup.

Two possible scenarios awaited her at the convention hotel ahead:

Scenario One, she’d run into her long-time crush and industry friend, Carol Danvers, and be perfectly normal about it. Daisy would pretend she hadn’t watched Carol’s last relationship rise and fall, from Instagram soft-launch to happy date pics to the sudden and mysterious disappearance of all couple photos to a veiled reference about singleness. Then Daisy would pretend she hadn’t been selfishly, terribly hopeful at this latest development. She’d also pretend Carol’s post about attending this convention hadn’t influenced her own decision to attend in the slightest. They’d strike up a casual conversation, probably over drinks one night, and Daisy would throw out a casual, suggestive, flirty comment to see how Carol reacted.

Scenario Two, Carol wouldn’t be able to make it, and Daisy would have a four-day weekend networking, learning, and having a great time with other queer people in the industry while bypassing Valentine’s Day completely. The only downside was missing the particular convention buddy she was hoping to reconnect with (and, if she was really lucky, much more). But it’d be okay; there was more to the convention and to her professional friendships there than a girlish crush.

In their sporadic chats, Carol was always between other activities that filled her packed schedule: checking in on how Daisy was doing or sending a witty comment while working late or in an airport for business travel or filling awkward time gaps between meetings. This week, Carol hadn’t been sure her flight out of New York—where she’d had an important meeting at Stark Industries HQ—would make it back to LA on time, and if she didn’t get out before tomorrow morning, she’d be snowed in for the weekend as a big winter storm haunted the forecast. That was the last update Daisy had heard from her the day before, along with a screenshot of the New York City weather for the week and a sad face emoji. Chances for flights to depart on time, or even at all, didn’t look good.

The convention sign-ups had included an option to split a room with a roommate, but the Shield Co. coworker Daisy had listed canceled due to unspecified “family reasons.” Daisy hoped that meant Piper’s fiancee had been able to come home for the weekend and not that Piper’s parents were causing drama about their daughter’s lesbian wedding. While understanding, of course, Daisy was a bit disappointed. She had been counting on Piper to be there for emotional support and to keep the party energy up if Daisy got too sad, whether because Carol wasn’t there or because Carol was there and wasn’t interested in reciprocating Daisy’s flirtations.

At any rate, without a default convention buddy, Daisy fully expected to be a bit lonely for a bit until she found her people for the long weekend.

All of these scenarios—some still potential and some in the rearview mirror of hypothetical—came to a resolution when Daisy reached the hotel and checked in at the special desk just for convention attendees. She confirmed she didn’t have any roommate assigned despite having two double beds in the room. On a whim, she mentioned to the man working the desk that the hotel looked full and if a Carol Danvers checked in, Daisy would be happy to share a room with her if needed. The check-in man said Carol hadn’t yet, but he appreciated the offer as they were, indeed, fully booked. No one hanging out in the lobby or the bar had seen Carol either. Daisy had a drink with her Shield Co. colleagues from branch offices around the world and headed up to her room to prepare for the next day’s full slate of convention events, from breakfast to meetings to hangouts to a dinner and evening keynote presentation sponsored by some dudebro drone company or another.

She used the second of the double beds to spread out the contents of her suitcase and evaluate outfits: what needed to be hung, what needed to be steamed or ironed, what was best for each night’s dressier events… Eventually, she gave up trying to remember which accessories she’d paired with which clothes when packing and moved on to sorting out the swag bag she’d received upon check-in, knowing there was more to come at the vendor fair throughout the convention. Some part of her wanted to put it all away before going to bed, but why? There was no one using that bed, and having it all organized and laid out would make the next morning easier. So she left the bed as it was and settled in for the night. When she was clean and cozy, she turned on her tablet to indulge in a chapter of her sapphic romance ebook before sleep.

A notification dinged on her phone with a text from Carol: “Just landed!! I put you as my roommate request. I hope it’s okay…” with another that quickly followed, “ack you haven’t responded in the last half hour so I’m guessing that’s a no. Sorry! I shouldn’t have assumed. Just got to my car. We can work it out when I get there” with another immediately popping up as fast as the second: “At the hotel now and checking in. Are you here?”

Daisy started to type back before another text could come in, but she heard a keycard beep at the door and the handle jiggle. She rushed to open it and grinned as she revealed a very nervous and sheepish Carol.

“Hi… Sorry. Did you get my texts? Wait, did I wake you up?” Carol cringed as she realized Daisy was in her PJs.

“No, I wasn’t asleep yet.” Daisy shook her head and tried to avoid laughing at Carol’s worried puppy dog eyes. She didn’t want Carol to think she was making fun of her, but her wry smile was simply delight that not only was her crush at the convention but at her door in hopes they could spend the weekend together. “The texts were all delivered just now. I guess your phone needed to connect to the hotel Wi-Fi? Come in, roommate.”

“Shit. Still on airplane mode,” Carol groaned as Daisy ushered her in and held the door open for her to roll in her small suitcase.

“When I checked in, they said I didn’t have a roommate,” Daisy explained. “So sorry your bed looks like, uh, this.” Daisy gestured dramatically to the second bed like a game-show door prize. She started to clean it off but Carol stopped her.

“Honestly, if it’s okay with you, this looks like a great idea. Organized by day and event?” Carol looked to Daisy, who nodded and understood what Carol was getting at but needed Carol to say it. “We could use one for sleeping and one for our stuff.”

Daisy couldn’t help the blush that burned at her cheeks, and she could only hope the dim light of the hotel lamp didn’t give her away. “Yeah, that’s a great idea.”

Carol left her suitcase open on the floor and came closer to Daisy. “Can I have a hug? I haven’t seen you in so long!”

“Of course,” Daisy laughed and hugged her as platonically as possible for someone she fantasized about maybe more than was okay or normal. When they pulled away, Carol turned back to unpacking, laying her clothes out on the other half of the bed-turned-outfit-planner-space.

“So,” Carol began carefully, keeping her eyes on her task, “just so we’re clear on the communication, is there anyone you’re hoping to bring back here? Because I can totally be cool, very chill, you know, just give me a code word or something to stay out of the room for a bit. I know at these things, it can be popular to find someone or hook up or whatever… Or maybe you have someone back home you want to call, I don’t know.” Carol’s rambling and very not-chill body language amused Daisy.

“No, no worries about someone else,” Daisy answered casually, and Carol met her eyes finally. “How about you?”

“No! I… you’re… I’ve got what I need.” Carol fumbled for words in a way Daisy hadn’t seen her do before. “I mean, no to both bringing back convention hookups and someone back home. Just me.”

As she spoke, Daisy moved closer to Carol, and Carol stopped unfolding and refolding the same trousers.

“Good. I like just you.” Daisy tested the waters with a light brush of her hand down Carol’s arm, and Carol relaxed.

“Okay. Good to know. Just us in here then. I’ll just, uh, get ready for bed, now that that’s settled.” Carol grabbed her things and dashed off to the bathroom, leaving a curious and captivated Daisy to climb back into bed. Where was the nonchalant, ever confident, badass, smirking Carol Danvers who Daisy knew and what did it mean that this new, hopeful, careful, perhaps even nervous, Carol wanted to share a bed with her? Daisy didn’t want to make rose-colored assumptions but if Carol really was sending the signals Daisy hoped she was, Daisy couldn’t pass up the opportunity to let Carol know the feelings were reciprocated. This presented a whole new set of scenarios to play through in her head.

Later, as they said goodnight side by side, Daisy took the liberty of squeezing Carol’s hand once and whispering, “I’m really glad you requested me. I would have for you earlier if I had known Piper wasn’t coming. Wanna be con buddies tomorrow?”

“Was hoping we would be. I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

And with that, they said goodnight for real, but having Carol in her bed didn’t make Daisy any less likely to dream about her. Just the typical dream weirdness: moving their things into an empty house that kept shifting rooms, having an argument in an apartment Daisy hadn’t lived in in years, realizing they were late for their university classes because they’d been making out…

When Daisy woke up, she sighed and prepared herself for another ordinary day in a reality that didn’t include the girl of her dreams, but then she realized she wasn’t at home. A thud across the room and a whispered “sorry!” reminded her of not only where she was but who she was with.

“Morning,” Daisy croaked out.

“I made coffee,” Carol offered. “Sorry if I woke you. I was trying to be quiet.”

“Nah.” Daisy glanced at her phone on the bedstand. “My alarm is about to go off anyway.” She dismissed it right as it began to sound, then stretched and climbed out of bed, grabbing her outfit for the day off the other bed.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she poured herself a cup of coffee and joined Carol out on the balcony at the patio tables.

Carol smiled and nodded to the blue skies and palm trees of the hotel’s lush garden courtyard. “I’ll take this over New York February any day.”

“Did you sleep well?”

Carol paused as she met Daisy’s eyes. “Yeah, actually. Really well, which is unusual for me. I almost wish we could do this every night. You’re some sort of sleep good luck charm.”

Daisy smiled. “I could say the same about you.”

Carol recounted her harrowing travel tale from the night before as Daisy drank her coffee, then wrapped up storytime when she saw Daisy’s mug was empty.

“Ready to get some breakfast?” Carol stood and Daisy followed, leaving their empty coffee cups by the coffeemaker. They grabbed their keycards and phones and shoes and headed downstairs, where, as luck would have it, only one wobbly table for two by the window was still open. Everyone else sat in large groups or with their families they’d brought with them to LA.

The day continued like that, with situation after situation pairing them as a couple until people started to assume they were together. Daisy and Carol didn’t correct them unless someone asked directly. And even then, by the end of the day, saying no didn’t feel completely right either. They weren’t just industry friends or professional connections or close colleagues. The spark between them was bright enough that everyone could see it.

In the room as they dressed up for dinner, Carol asked Daisy to help her zip up her dress in the back, and Daisy recruited Carol to curl the back of her hair, but the little touches and looks between them held too much heat to be sisterly. At one point, doing their makeup together, Carol fixed Daisy’s lipstick, and Daisy was sure Carol was going to kiss it right off. But they had a 7 p.m. dinner to get to and it was already 6:55.

They shared food, they danced on the formal ballroom dance floor, and they whispered like naughty schoolgirls when the night’s drone tech presentation “droned on” too long (pun fully intended by them both). The giggling was shamed with judgmental looks, so they snuck out the back of the room just as applause sounded and a venture capital investor was introduced.

Daisy interlaced their fingers as they rushed out, and Carol started down the otherwise empty convention hallway in the direction of the hotel bar, which even from way down here sounded like a better party, but Daisy stopped her with a squeeze of her hand.

“What if we didn’t?”

“Okay,” Carol shrugged. “As long as you’re there, I’m up for anything.”

Daisy led her around a corner, out of sight, and pressed her against the wall with a firm hand on Carol’s hip, followed by Daisy’s body against Carol’s. The kiss was simply magnetic at that point, two naturally attracted sets of lips doing exactly what they were made to do.

Daisy came back to herself and backed away to gauge Carol’s reaction, but Carol’s soft palm on her cheek pulled her back in for another round.

Carol whispered, “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.”

“Me too,” Daisy admitted. “Guess I will be bringing someone back to the room after all.”

She kissed up Carol’s neck until Carol sighed, “Then let’s go.”

At the end of the hallway, a door to the staff-restricted areas opened and a man called out, “Ladies, I am going to need you to take this upstairs.”

“On it, thank you,” Daisy called and backed away from Carol. They rushed to the elevators and back to their room as if they were teens who had been caught by the teacher while making out under the school bleachers.

Once their room door was locked behind them, however, undressing was an exhale of energy from girlish puppy love to very adult lust. With each item they removed, they grew quieter and more serious and reverent, until there was nothing left to do but pick up where they’d left off downstairs with Carol pressed against the wall, this time clothed only with Daisy’s bare body.

“I forgot,” Carol began, breathing heavily from their tongues’ enthusiastic first dance. “I forgot to tell you I’m back here for good, but at the office out by you this time. Transfer approved while I was in New York as part of the negotiations with corporate.”

“What?” Daisy tried to concentrate as Carol’s hand settled on her ass. “Are you talking about work right now?”

“No, I mean, sort of, yes.” Carol leaned her forehead against Daisy’s. “I’m trying to say, this doesn’t have to be a one-night thing if you don’t want it to be.”

Daisy’s body relaxed from tension she didn’t know she’d been holding. She wanted Carol tonight, of course she did, but the dread of it ending so fast was already tensing her muscles, bracing her emotions for the inevitable crash of goodbye.

“Wait, really? You’re moving not just to my city, but to the Stark Industries office building a mile away from my Shield Co. office?”

“Mmhm.” Carol squeezed Daisy’s ass with one hand while teasing up and down her side with the other. “I’d appreciate any apartment-hunting help, if you wanted to come along.”

“Yeah, sure. Can I ask why you’re telling me this right now specifically?” Daisy struggled to think as Carol’s thumb moved from her breast to her side to her hip and inward to the juncture of her thigh and center.

Carol’s answer was low and sultry with a hint of pride. “Because I noticed you backed me against the wall again and we haven’t made it to the bed in …” she glanced at the bedside clock across the room, “a full 8 minutes since we’ve been back in the room. Thought there might be something holding you back.”

Daisy blinked. “Oh. How did you figure it out?”

“Because I want to be with you too,” Carol said between kisses to Daisy’s jaw and neck. “Not just as a con hookup but for real.”

“Mmmm, here I was thinking I’d be lucky if you were my Valentine’s sweetheart for the weekend.” Daisy stepped back and beckoned Carol to follow her to the bed.

Carol shrugged. “Valentine’s is easy. I’ll be your everyday sweetheart if you want me.”

Daisy lay back, ready and wanton and needy. “Oh, I’ve been wanting you a long time, sweetheart.”

“Finally.” Carol covered Daisy in kisses down to her wet core, sucking and licking and learning what made Daisy mewl and moan and arch her back as pleasure flooded over her. They tried to be quiet, conscious of the hotel guests in the rooms around them, but the challenge only made it hotter, more elicit, than if they’d been at one or the other’s homes.

Daisy’s fingerfucking skills did provoke a loud moan of pleasure from Carol as she came, but it was muffled by the ruckus in the hallway as another group got back from partying and had had too much to drink to bother with their own noise levels.

“Fuck,” Carol giggled as she pulsed around Daisy’s fingers.

“Wait, shhh,” Daisy whispered back and stilled her hand. They waited with eyes sparkling and mouths open in anticipatory amusement for confirmation the group outside had heard them.

A gay man’s voice said too loudly, “Guyyyys, I think there’s someone having sex on this hall.”

“You always think that, you horny bitch,” another called back.

“Y’all.” A deeper male voice interrupted the banter. “It’s a queer nerd conference; obviously, there’s a lot of people fucking here. Just get in the room before they call the front desk on us.”

As the hallway quieted, Daisy realized her fingers were still inside Carol. She flexed them to see Carol’s response.

“I appreciate it, but the mood is gone,” Carol laughed.

“Yep.” Daisy climbed off and went to clean up, calling back, “One each isn’t bad for our first time, though!”

Carol joined her in the bathroom to clean up. “Uh, ‘not bad’ is the understatement of the century. For me, at least, that was the hottest sex I’ve had in years, and I was in a six-month-long relationship last year. Which probably explains a lot about why that crashed and burned.”

“Okay, first, thank you for the compliment in there, and second, I agree on hotness. Your tongue has some impressive skills. Third, to the relationship comment: Wow, yikes, that bad, huh? That can’t be the only reason though.” Daisy met Carol’s eyes in the mirror before taking off her makeup with a remover cloth.

Carol sighed. “It’s not that the sex was that bad; it was that we were never on the same page, or even in the same city, to have it. Or to have anything else resembling a relationship. She even got the cat in the breakup because it only came when she called it. So, that’s why I didn’t want to start anything with you until I was sure it wouldn’t be long-distance. Short-distance is my style.”

“Mmm, I can relate to that. Preferably very short distance.” She bumped Carol’s bare hip with hers. “I’ve had some flings, but even over weeks with someone else, no one ever got me like you do in the few days when we’re in the same place.”

Carol turned to face Daisy with a serious, almost worried expression. “I know this is fast, but what if there was no one else? We can be girlfriends, partners, whatever you want to call it.”

“Ooo. ‘This is my girlfriend, Carol.’ I like it. ‘My partner not just in crime but also in life.’”

Carol laughed and added in a faux reprimand, “Now, sweetheart, don’t give away our villainous plans to take over the world.”

“I mean, we could though. Between your astrosuits and my apps for them, we’d defeat any superhero who tried to stop us,” Daisy joked. She pecked a kiss to Carol’s cheek and disappeared around the corner into the bedroom. She found her sleep shirt and shorts and clean underwear, and returned to brush her teeth next to Carol, who had already started. Carol finished her routine and stepped out so Daisy could shower in private, then they switched places, with Carol in the shower while Daisy lounged on the bed scrolling through her phone. She deleted the few dating apps she had downloaded.

“Tomorrow we need to get some photos together,” she called to Carol as the latter emerged from the steamy bathroom in a long vintage Nine Inch Nails shirt and red boxer brief shorts.

“Yes! How did we not get some tonight? We looked so good.” She slid into bed next to Daisy.

“We got a bit distracted,” Daisy teased. “Juuust a little bit.” She pecked a kiss to Carol’s forehead, then cheek, then lips.

“Mmm, I like this part, going to bed together like an ol’ married couple.”

“Me too.” Daisy felt like she might light up the whole city with her glowing happiness.

“I can’t wait for you to see my demo tomorrow.” Carol yawned and Daisy took it as a sign that it was time to turn out the light. “It’s so cool. The old Stark astronaut suits won’t know what hit them.”

Daisy cuddled up next to Carol and simply said goodnight. They weren’t direct competitors, with Daisy and Shield Co. primarily focused on building the software that Stark Industries used in their hardware, but she also knew that business partnership would lead to more scrutiny of their relationship, not less. Of course, she knew something Carol didn’t: she and Carol weren’t the only ones about to announce a merger… After that, everything would be above board. Plus, they weren’t the only employees of different companies who had crossed the divide from professional partnership into a personal one. As the guys in the hall had pointed out, they probably weren’t even the only ones on this hotel floor.

Yes, Daisy thought to herself as she fell asleep, of all the professional conference sex being had tonight, theirs was possibly the least concern for either of their companies. And with Carol’s new office a mile away from Daisy’s office (and if Daisy had her way, Carol’s apartment in the same complex as Daisy’s apartment), it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. The space tech industry had more than enough room for another power couple—galaxies and galaxies worth of space, Daisy smiled into the pillow at her own pun. Like the universe itself, the capacity for love was ever-expanding… Daisy thought that she should write that down in case she needed it later, but she was already half-asleep, and in the morning, the last thing she recalled from the night before was falling asleep in Carol’s arms.

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Ch. 2: Merging

Carol prepared for her demonstration backstage, checking the astrosuit’s systems and reading over her notes.

“So, I hear Stark Industries and Shield Co. are getting cozy.” A handsome, young, Asian American man nearby struck up a conversation. Carol looked up to see he was, as she feared, talking to her, but there was no sneer or suggestiveness in his expression, just curiosity.

“Yeah, we’ve been working together for a long time. Always high quality stuff.” Carol kept her answer as basic as possible without brushing him off.

“I’m Shaun, director of defense systems at Ta Lo Inc.,” he introduced.

“Can I help you, Shaun?” Carol asked as politely as she could manage, still trying to determine if this was a friendly chat or a passive aggressive hint at her new relationship.

“Just wanted to see if there was any truth to it.” He shrugged. “My partner, Katie Chen, and I have been trying to get a meeting with Shield Co. for ages, but if there’s a merger with Stark, let’s just say we’d rather be eaten than starve, you know what I mean?”

“I honestly don’t.” Carol diverted her attention to futzing with her astrosuit. “Wait, sorry, did you say merger?”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d tell me.” Shaun stuck his hands in his jean pockets and Carol could tell he was used to being a hit with the ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else in his path. “Stark’s offered to buy us before, but said we didn’t have the software to offer what I think we’re worth. If Daisy Johnson and her team are in the picture already, maybe Stark won’t mind our specialization so much.”

“Where did you hear that about the merger?” Carol tried to play it cool, not confirming or denying, but her stiffened spine gave her ignorance away.

“Hey, it’s just a rumor,” he said as he backed off. “I probably overheard some Shield people talking about it at breakfast or at the bar last night or something. I don’t know. You know how these conventions are!” He tried to laugh to lighten the mood, but Carol didn’t reciprocate.

In fact, Carol’s stare was practically beaming lasers of annoyance at him, so it was no wonder that he ran off as Carol’s name was announced from the stage. The emcee read Carol’s introduction, giving Carol a minute to collect herself and secure her astrosuit to its display. She set her shoulder back and walked out confidently into the lights. No rumors or potential leaks of information that her new girlfriend may or may not have withheld would keep her from nailing this presentation.

She thanked her lucky stars that she’d practiced her notes until she knew them by heart. Right on cue as the astrosuit concluded its preprogrammed set of tricks and the crowd oooed and ahhhed, her finale promotional music kicked in.

“Because that’s what we do at Stark Industries,” Tony Stark’s voiceover said through the room’s speaker system. “We make the future possible today.”

The audience thundered their applause, surprising Carol into a frozen, awkward, but grateful shock. The emcee returned and shook Carol’s hand, then guided her off the stage. Once backstage, she realized she’d been holding her breath and exhaled and inhaled in a gasp.

Daisy rushed to greet her and help her put away the astrosuit in its secure case. “You were amazing! That was way beyond even what I knew it could do. Imagine what we would be able to do collaborating on—”

Carol stopped her. “You know, don’t you?”

Daisy frowned. “Know what?”

“The merger. Or potential merger. All of you knew and didn’t tell us. Me.”

Daisy’s eyes widened. “Uh, where did you hear that?”

Carol’s unimpressed face led Daisy to self-correct.

“Sorry! I couldn’t tell you! I’m not even supposed to know. I don’t even know if it’s going to happen, and it could take months…”

Daisy trailed off as she saw Carol’s hurt.

“I get it,” Carol sighed. “Confidentiality, corporate secrets, it’s a really dangerous game in our industry.”

Daisy placed her hands on Carol’s forearms to ground her in the logic of what she was saying. “Yeah. It is. I would have told you if I could. I wasn’t even sure there was anything to tell. But if something went wrong, I couldn’t put you at risk. But if it does happen, we won’t have to worry about trade secrets anymore because we’d be on the same team.”

“That does sound good. I wish I would have heard it from you first, though.”

An Asian American young woman in a tracksuit, chomping on a bag of potato chips, passed by. “Everyone knows anyway. It’s a queer tech nerd fest. Like anyone can keep anything a secret here.”

She turned over her shoulder to send them a pointed look and then left with a potato-chip-crusted two-finger peace sign.

“Do you know her?” Daisy asked.

Carol sighed. “I’m guessing that’s Katie Chen. She and her partner at Ta Lo are trying to join in the merger party. And honestly, it doesn’t sound like a bad idea adding a defense systems team. They need you for software, though.”

“Me, huh?”

“Even mentioned you by name.” Carol raised her eyebrows. “To me, specifically.”

Daisy laughed. “Okay so yes, that comment about keeping secrets here meant what I thought it did.”

“As if we weren’t obvious enough already,” Carol scoffed as she wheeled the astrosuit case back to the loading dock where a Stark Industries truck was waiting to check it back in to their inventory.

Daisy watched the inventory process and took Carol’s hand as they turned to leave, free of their responsibilities for the rest of the afternoon and evening. “I just want to make sure everyone knows you’re taken before the big Valentine’s Day party.”

“And that you’re spoken for too.” Carol squeezed Daisy’s hand as they approached the lobby full of convention attendees.

“Don’t worry, they know.” Daisy nodded to where other Shield Co. employees were smiling at them with happy hour drinks in hand.

“Want to introduce me to the team?”

Daisy thrilled at the opportunity to introduce Carol as her girlfriend to her coworkers. “Yes! C’mon. You’re going to love them.”

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The third and fourth days of the conference only further solidified Carol and Daisy’s undeniable coupledom. They were falling hard and fast in love and the thought of Carol driving home in one direction and Daisy in another was too much to bear until it was time. They waited until everyone else had gone home, claiming it was to avoid traffic, but it was really because they just wanted more time alone together.

“What if I drive out to see you next weekend?” Carol offered as they lingered in the lobby with their luggage.

“I already know which apartment I’m going to take you to see first.” Daisy winked.

Carol took a moment to decipher the wink, trying to recall a specific location Daisy had mentioned might have vacancies before she caught on to Daisy’s teasing expression. “Oh! Yours?”

Daisy laughed. “Yeah, both for serious reasons, because I want you to live close by, and also for… other reasons.”

Carol teased her back with a fake pout. “Is it because you’ll be lonely there all by yourself now that you’re used to rooming with me?”

Daisy couldn’t resist pulling her in for a quick kiss. “Maybe so.”

“It’s a date,” Carol promised. “Text me when you get home?”

Daisy nodded, reveling in Carol’s concern and love. ‘You too?”

“I will.”

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Their texts that evening turned into an accidental video call, which they stayed on for hours. The week seemed to drag on for them both until Carol could come visit. When she did, she stayed with Daisy overnight and agreed that this apartment complex, and Daisy’s specific apartment in particular, was a very good fit for her. As their companies worked out the details of their merger and partnership, Daisy and Carol worked out the details of their own, and by the time Carol’s lease was up on the other side of LA, it just made more sense for them to move in together. Perhaps too fast, perhaps a trope or stereotype, but they didn’t care. They went together like space and technology, like hardware and software, like nerdy sapphics and besotted sweethearts. It was a love story they would tell at the Out in Space Tech convention for decades to come.

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