I do not own Daria. Very very sorry.

She never thought she'd ever be with Trent in this way, but one thing leads to another. Now if only they could talk about it… Hmph! Doubt that. DariaTrent

Crooked Moral Compass

Chapter One: Semi Drunken Slip

A moan escaped from Daria's mouth. She couldn't believe the uninhibited sound that came from her voice box belonged to her; though she tried to reason it was Trent's fault.

His damn fingers were working musical magic in places that had never been touched by a man and all thoughts of any kind somehow slipped passed her. She had trouble in the worst way thinking while being in the mysterious man's presence even in the best of times.

She praised him internally for learning how to play guitar when his fingers brushed against another sensitive area on her body. Physically she gasped as she rocked closer to his body that was hovering on top of her.

Daria could smell the alcohol on his breath. It wasn't her best moment to take advantage of someone when they're intoxicated, but he had been the subject of far too many of her fantasies to let the guilt claw at her until she told him to stop.

She didn't want him to stop.

"Trent." Her voice lowered to a whisper. As sober as she was she felt she was the one too drunk to be in any control of her body. It was poetic in a way she tried to tell herself even as she was acting more and more like her sister Quinn or god forbid Brittany. She felt so uselessly dead brained.

Jane was crashed out in her bedroom. Her best friend didn't know that the glasses wearing girl had stumbled out of the paint filled room to use the bathroom only to open the door to Trent stumbling into her.

That was when he closed the door and wrapped his arms around her, lowering his lips to hers. Now they were sprawled out on his tiny bed with his hand down her shorts.

He was going a little faster, but his pace was still teasingly slow since Trent was never in a hurry for anything. Daria didn't think she could take it anymore. All the sudden he stopped. This was odd for Daria because she was used to the handsome older boy not making any rapid movements. Not to mention her brain was still wrapped around what he had been doing.

"This is wrong."

It was a simple statement from his mouth as sentences from him often were. Ironically her dry wit chose that time to bite back.

"I think we moved past the moral debacle after you chose to put your hands down my pants."

Trent moved away from her. Her window of opportunity to be with him closing as easily as her awkwardness returning.

Daria maneuvered herself to the end of his bed. She braved one last gaze only to see she wasn't the only one all wound up from their little session. Her glasses covered eyes moved up to stare into his dark ones. The intensity made her shiver.

She stood up from the bed, turned towards the door and marched back to Jane's bedroom.

However, there wasn't anything more she wanted then to be back inside his room. If she was more like Quinn she could plot ways to manipulate herself back into his arms, but sadly, she was just Daria Morgendorffer so she let it go.

Besides, it's not like he'd remember what he did to her in the morning.

XXX

Trent groaned as he turned away from the sunlight shining on his closed eyes.

Evil sunlight… sounds like a song title…

Those thoughts slipped past him as a headache pounded against his brain. "Ugh…" Drank too much…

Trent shifted to shove his head underneath his pillow and pray for unconsciousness. He caught a female scent instead. Suddenly, memories of kissing and touching Daria berated him. Guilt clawed at him.

Didn't he know better than to hit on his sister's best friend?

The good looking boy groaned again. She was under eighteen. He definitely knew better than to fool around with a child.

Trent forgot sometimes, that Daria was still underage. Her wit and lack of teenage energy made her seem more like someone his age. Someone his type.

There he went again. Just great Lane. Land yourself in deeper shit.

Bliss finally came when he fell asleep again.

XXX

Daria shuffled nervously passed Trent's bedroom. She hoped her blush was a subtle one, but no such luck. The youngest Lane noticed and gave her brunette friend a wicked smile.

"Maybe we should wake him up."

The other girl adjusted her glasses and tried to reason her friend out of it, "I believe only a full blown apocalypse could raise your brother from his beauty sleep and that would just be counting your lucky stars."

Jane smirked. "Possibly," she heard a groan come from the room. "However, I believe in good timing and a groan is as good as any reason to get him up."

The dark haired girl threw the door open, not caring that it banged loudly against the wall as she rushed in and jumped on her older brother's bed. Jane stepped skillfully as she hopped up. She didn't want to land in any place that might cause her brother to not have any children.

"Up and at 'em Trent! The sandman wants to reclaim the sleep out of your eyes."

Daria watched as Jane bounced away from his tired arms. She didn't want to think about last night, so she turned and continued on down the stairs.

"I'm up, I'm up Janey!"

"Good, now take us out for pizza. It's the only thing digestible this early in the morning."

A small smile lit Daria's features. Her good friend had hit the nail on that statement. The smile fell from her face as she watched the elder Lane slink from his refuge.

He was shirtless, his muscled chest on display for everyone to see. Jane was turning away from her brother, turning towards Daria and she knew she should pay attention to her friend.

Trent's intense gaze met her glasses covered eyes for a brief moment. He turned away first to find a shirt.

Quit staring Morgendorffer. Don't be diaphanous here. That means transparent. Daria corrected her vocabulary mentally. Now she focused on the reason behind that seeing as she understood a variety of words and her family wasn't around for her to have to dumb it down.

Jane snapped a finger in front of the brunette, "earth to mi Amiga. Where are you at in there?"

"Oh, I assure you I'm no where interesting. I was just explaining to myself the meaning of diaphanous, and then realized I had no reason to."

"Shrinking your brain down to fit into the stereotypes of acceptably idiotic behavior huh?" Jane nodded. "I've been there. Sometimes I like to forget I'm quite fluent in Spanish because our generation can't appreciate a language that isn't their own."

"Most American's can barely speak the language anyway." Daria's monotone voice carried on. She had all but forgotten about the handsome Lane currently bent over the couch looking for his car keys.

She turned the other way.

Jane brushed her hair out of her eyes and carried on the conversation. The girls' spats with one another amused Trent. He had never seen his baby sister bond with someone of the same gender quite like how she did with Daria.

Would he really ruin their friendship over his momentary loss of control?

No, Trent shook his head as he absentmindedly pocketed his keys. Janey was always more important than his urges.

"Sick, sad world did a piece on that yesterday." Daria continued on, forgetting about him. He liked it that way. It was much easier to play like he didn't remember last night ever happening.

And he'd make sure it didn't happen again.

"So who's paying for the pizza?" He mumbled. "I spent all my money on booze."

Jane shrugged her shoulders, "I spent mine on paint."

The two Lane's focused on Daria. The quiet girl shrugged. "I have money I extorted from Quinn. She'll pay for pizza."

"Gotta love that sisterly love," Jane remarked.

"Yeah, she was practically begging for me to take the money after I showed her the pictures of the guy stumbling out of her room at three thirty in the morning. I felt too guilty to not accept. Who am I not to take a bribe?"

"Certainly not a snobby, protective older sister who cares about virtues and things," was Jane's quip.

"Hey, it's not like I can force her to wear a chastity belt."

"Well, my good friend, you are ringing the bell of truth on that."

Notes:

It's a little awkward writing them, but I love Daria and Trent together, so I wrote a piece that was going to be an one shot, but then I started fantasizing about them more… And now there's a full blown fanfic.

Read and Review. I'm very depressed most of the good fics about Daria and Trent aren't being updated. And I read all of the others that were oneshots. Write and post them people!