Disclaimer: Not mine. Fox Family's. This is a possible future for our beloved characters, about seven years in the future. (well, a possible future that I would like to see...*grin*). I warn thee now...there WILL be S&S in here, just not QUITE as much as J/A and D/E. The only reason for this is that their are SO MANY WONDERFUL WONDERFUL WONDERFUL S&S future fics out there, I don't think I could do justice to them. (If you wanna read good S&S future, try Sorrow and New Beginnings and Swear It Again, two EXCELLENT S/S future fics. I'm sure there are others, but those are the one's that I can think of right now. Oh, and megan's new one...When I'm All Alone, I think is the title. Okay, enough plugs, on with the story!) This first part is D/E. The next is J/A and the part after THAT will be S/S.
This Time Around
The morning sunlight was streaming through the window, illuminating the sleeping couple inside. A young man, perhaps in his early to mid twenties, was lying on his back, the sheets pulled up to his waist. His chest was bare, and one of his arms was thrown up above his head, resting on the pillow, pressed up against the headboard. His other arm was wrapped around the young woman, roughly the same age as the man, curled up against his body. She was lying on his bare chest, her cheek pressed against his heart, the steady thump thump having put her to sleep last night. The sheets were pulled up to her bare shoulders.
The newly risen sunlight danced through the window and onto the face of the young man. He blinked sleepily, yawning slightly and stretching his free arm out above his head. The girl continued to sleep, holding tightly to the wiry chest of her sleeping companion.
Yawning again, the young man rubbed at his eyes, and attempted to sit up. The weight on his chest held him down, and he chuckled. She was a heavy sleeper, and a snuggler to boot---one would think that he would remember that. He had been waking up beside her for nearly five years now.
Grinning slightly, the young man named Ezra Friekdkin ran his fingers through his curly brown hair, and snuggled back down into the covers, trying to call sleep up to take him back to dreamworld with his girlfriend.
Unfournately, Ezra was by nature an early riser, and going back to sleep was not about to happen. However, he knew that he couldn't get out of bed without waking up his lady, and she'd been up late last night studying for one of her exams.
Movement caught his attention, and he looked down...and was lost in a pair of sleepy deep brown eyes. He smiled and craned his neck down to kiss her on the forehead.
"Morning." He murmured to her, his voice husky and thick with sleep.
"Mornin'." Daisy Lipenowski breathed back, snuggling back into her lover's embrace. Ezra was more then willing to welcome her back to his arms, holding her tightly against his chest and dropping a kiss on the top of her hair.
"Sleep alright?" He asked, his fingers slidding through her dark tresses. They ran into tangle,and he began to play with the twisted hair, trying to pull it out with out ripping half Daisy's hair out of her head.
"No. Got all my studying done though. And half that damn paper written. Got nothing to do to day. No classes, or nothin'." She murmured into his chest, her exahustion evident in her voice.
"That's good." Ezra agreed, another yawn breaking in by the time he was half way through his two word sentence.
"How about you?" Daisy asked, her voice starting to wake up a little bit.
"Free today too." He responded, rubbing at his face. He could feel her smile into his chest.
"Good. Let's stay in bed all day." She suggested, already snuggling deeper into his arms.
"Sounds like a plan. But tell me, Ms. Lipenowski, what are we going to DO in bed all day?" Ezra asked her, deadpan. The aforementioned Ms. Lipenowski sat up on her elbows, and grinned at him, her chocolate colored eyes darkening in an expression Ezra knew well. She leaned forward, until her lips hovered directly above his.
"I'm sure we'll think of something." She assured him in a throaty whisper, before catching his reply with a kiss. And then for a long time afterward, all they knew was each other, and the feelings they created in one another.
*******
The sun was nearly directly overhead when Daisy and Ezra managed to pull themselves out of their antique double bed. The bed had been a gift from Ezra's foster sister, Lexie Niles, when Ezra had told her that he and Daisy were moving in together. He had been relectant to take it at first; it had been in Lexie's family for nearly six generations. But his sister was admiment, and had even laughingly told him that HE would be needing it more then SHE would.
Still clad in their bathrobes and very little else, the two lovers wondered into their kitchen to see if either one of them had managed to get the the market during one of their infrequent breaks from school. Discovering half a gallon of month old milk and something that might have once been take-out, the duo remembered that no, neither of them had managed to get to the store.
In stead, Ezra put a pot of water on to boil, while Daisy rummaged through the cabinets, looking for the coffee and or tea bags. Discovering one of each, she turned triumphant to her boyfriend, who was leaning back against the counter, looking at her with his deep blue eyes.
"What?" Daisy demanded, feeling the slightest bit vulernable under his close watch. Even after all these years, she still wasn't completely comfortable reveiling herself to the people she loved the most. Ezra flashed his beautiful smile at her and shook his head.
"Nothing. Just admiring the view."
"Admiring the veiw huh? How romantic. And here, I thought you were a Shakespear fan." Daisy teased slightly, brushing her hair back behind her ears.
"Oooh, cheap shot!" Ezra laughed, moving forward to pull her into a tight embrace and steal a kiss or two. Unfournately, he stole one to many kisses, because the kettle screamed, and then boiled over.
"Ooops." He muttered, moving away from Daisy and sweeping the metal kettle of water off the burner and setting it on one of the assorted potholders scattered throughout the small kitchen.
"I think we can rule out Julia Child and Martha Stewart as your biological mothers." Daisy noted, crossing her arms over her chest and grinning at him.
"Hey, is it my fault I get distracted by beautiful women standing in my kitchen all seductive like?" He returned, smirking and settling down in one of the second hand chairs that they had bought in a thrift shop for five bucks a peice.
"Yeah, like I'm REAL seductive in my STUNNING sleeping attire." Daisy muttered drily, coming around the table to settle down on Ezra's lap.
"You're beautiful." He told her sincerly, stroking a lock of her hair back out of her face with gentle fingers. She smiled at him, pressing a light kiss to his temple.
"So are you." She told him lightly, tracing his jawline with her finger.
"Just think, what would the rest of the Cliffhangers be saying if they could see you know." Ezra teased, shifting her around a little on his lap. "The cynical, cold, ice princess--"
"Ice princess? Who called me an ice princess?" Daisy cut him off, surprised.
"Who DIDN'T?" He continued to tease, the grin on his face reassuring her that HE, at least, had never thought of her as an 'ice princess'.
"Oh, that's just SO comforting to know." She muttered, twisting her lips to the side in the closest thing she ever let herself get to a pout.
"Don't worry about it, baby. I'll set them straight at the reunion." Ezra promised, snikkering. Daisy slapped his arm lightly, throwing her arms around his neck.
"What reunion?" Daisy wanted to know, his words finally regestering in her mind. He blinked, and then moved her off of his lap, standing up.
"Did I not tell you?" Ezra asked, moving out of the kitchen and into the living room. He came back a few seconds later, holding a cream colored letter in his hands. "This came yesterday. Seems the Cliffhangrs are having a reunion back at Horizon."
"Really?" Daisy asked, taking the lettter from him and looking at it in interst. When her eyes reached the signature, her mouth fell open slightly. "Juliette Ciceros?"
"That's what I said." Ezra agreed, pouring the cooling water into a pair of coffee mugs. He set one down in front of Daisy, and then took a seat on the other side of the table, facing her.
"So, you wanna go?" Daisy asked him, looking up from the neat handwritting. Ezra lifted his eyebrows, and looked back at her.
"Do you?" He wanted to know, dropping the coffee bag into his water. His lover mulled it over, chewing on the bottom of her lip.
"Yeah. It'd be good to see Shelby and Peter and Sophie and everybody else again." Daisy decided, running her fingers through her sleep tosuled hair.
"That's what I thought too." Ezra agreed, smiling at her and proping his chin up on his arm. He yawned wide, and rubbed at his eyes. "We've gotta go to the store today." He changed the subject abruptly, something Daisy had learned to live with. He did it quite about, espeically when he was sleepy.
"Umm. Good plan." Daisy agreed, looking around their bare kitchen. "Food is usally a good thing."
Whatever Ezra was going to say was cut off by the ringing of the telephone. Exchanging a look with Daisy, he rose to answer it, snatching it up on the second ring.
"Hello?" He asked, wondering who would be calling him at---he peered at the clock--noon on a Friday.
"Yo!" A familiar female voice called from the other end.
"Lexie!" Ezra laughed, glad to hear from his best friend and foster sister.
"Hey Lex!" Daisy called, standing up and heading for the bathroom to take a shower. Ezra waved to her, before hopping up on the counter, as he continued to chat with Lexie.
Daisy laughed, hearing her lover's indignat snort over something that the hyper African-American girl told him as she stepped into the tiny bathroom off of her and Ezra's bedroom. She had just stepped out of her nightgown when something occured to her.
She wasn't quite sure WHY this had occured to her when it did--perhaps it was because she was in the bathroom, or perhaps her mind just liked to play tricks on her. But whatever the reason, she realized something with a start. Holding back the curse that hovered on her tongue, Daisy shot out of the bathroom, unmindful of the fact that she was dressed only in one of Ezra's old tee shirts.
Thankfully, Ezra was still occupied on the phone with Lexie, so he didn't see her dart to her pile of books resting on her desk. She scooped up the black dayplanner that someone had given to her for last Christmas, and began to frantically scan the pages.
She found the date she was looking for in a matter of minutes. It was nearly two and a half months ago. The book clattered out of Daisy's fingers as the implications sank into hre brain.
"No way."
This Time Around
The morning sunlight was streaming through the window, illuminating the sleeping couple inside. A young man, perhaps in his early to mid twenties, was lying on his back, the sheets pulled up to his waist. His chest was bare, and one of his arms was thrown up above his head, resting on the pillow, pressed up against the headboard. His other arm was wrapped around the young woman, roughly the same age as the man, curled up against his body. She was lying on his bare chest, her cheek pressed against his heart, the steady thump thump having put her to sleep last night. The sheets were pulled up to her bare shoulders.
The newly risen sunlight danced through the window and onto the face of the young man. He blinked sleepily, yawning slightly and stretching his free arm out above his head. The girl continued to sleep, holding tightly to the wiry chest of her sleeping companion.
Yawning again, the young man rubbed at his eyes, and attempted to sit up. The weight on his chest held him down, and he chuckled. She was a heavy sleeper, and a snuggler to boot---one would think that he would remember that. He had been waking up beside her for nearly five years now.
Grinning slightly, the young man named Ezra Friekdkin ran his fingers through his curly brown hair, and snuggled back down into the covers, trying to call sleep up to take him back to dreamworld with his girlfriend.
Unfournately, Ezra was by nature an early riser, and going back to sleep was not about to happen. However, he knew that he couldn't get out of bed without waking up his lady, and she'd been up late last night studying for one of her exams.
Movement caught his attention, and he looked down...and was lost in a pair of sleepy deep brown eyes. He smiled and craned his neck down to kiss her on the forehead.
"Morning." He murmured to her, his voice husky and thick with sleep.
"Mornin'." Daisy Lipenowski breathed back, snuggling back into her lover's embrace. Ezra was more then willing to welcome her back to his arms, holding her tightly against his chest and dropping a kiss on the top of her hair.
"Sleep alright?" He asked, his fingers slidding through her dark tresses. They ran into tangle,and he began to play with the twisted hair, trying to pull it out with out ripping half Daisy's hair out of her head.
"No. Got all my studying done though. And half that damn paper written. Got nothing to do to day. No classes, or nothin'." She murmured into his chest, her exahustion evident in her voice.
"That's good." Ezra agreed, another yawn breaking in by the time he was half way through his two word sentence.
"How about you?" Daisy asked, her voice starting to wake up a little bit.
"Free today too." He responded, rubbing at his face. He could feel her smile into his chest.
"Good. Let's stay in bed all day." She suggested, already snuggling deeper into his arms.
"Sounds like a plan. But tell me, Ms. Lipenowski, what are we going to DO in bed all day?" Ezra asked her, deadpan. The aforementioned Ms. Lipenowski sat up on her elbows, and grinned at him, her chocolate colored eyes darkening in an expression Ezra knew well. She leaned forward, until her lips hovered directly above his.
"I'm sure we'll think of something." She assured him in a throaty whisper, before catching his reply with a kiss. And then for a long time afterward, all they knew was each other, and the feelings they created in one another.
*******
The sun was nearly directly overhead when Daisy and Ezra managed to pull themselves out of their antique double bed. The bed had been a gift from Ezra's foster sister, Lexie Niles, when Ezra had told her that he and Daisy were moving in together. He had been relectant to take it at first; it had been in Lexie's family for nearly six generations. But his sister was admiment, and had even laughingly told him that HE would be needing it more then SHE would.
Still clad in their bathrobes and very little else, the two lovers wondered into their kitchen to see if either one of them had managed to get the the market during one of their infrequent breaks from school. Discovering half a gallon of month old milk and something that might have once been take-out, the duo remembered that no, neither of them had managed to get to the store.
In stead, Ezra put a pot of water on to boil, while Daisy rummaged through the cabinets, looking for the coffee and or tea bags. Discovering one of each, she turned triumphant to her boyfriend, who was leaning back against the counter, looking at her with his deep blue eyes.
"What?" Daisy demanded, feeling the slightest bit vulernable under his close watch. Even after all these years, she still wasn't completely comfortable reveiling herself to the people she loved the most. Ezra flashed his beautiful smile at her and shook his head.
"Nothing. Just admiring the view."
"Admiring the veiw huh? How romantic. And here, I thought you were a Shakespear fan." Daisy teased slightly, brushing her hair back behind her ears.
"Oooh, cheap shot!" Ezra laughed, moving forward to pull her into a tight embrace and steal a kiss or two. Unfournately, he stole one to many kisses, because the kettle screamed, and then boiled over.
"Ooops." He muttered, moving away from Daisy and sweeping the metal kettle of water off the burner and setting it on one of the assorted potholders scattered throughout the small kitchen.
"I think we can rule out Julia Child and Martha Stewart as your biological mothers." Daisy noted, crossing her arms over her chest and grinning at him.
"Hey, is it my fault I get distracted by beautiful women standing in my kitchen all seductive like?" He returned, smirking and settling down in one of the second hand chairs that they had bought in a thrift shop for five bucks a peice.
"Yeah, like I'm REAL seductive in my STUNNING sleeping attire." Daisy muttered drily, coming around the table to settle down on Ezra's lap.
"You're beautiful." He told her sincerly, stroking a lock of her hair back out of her face with gentle fingers. She smiled at him, pressing a light kiss to his temple.
"So are you." She told him lightly, tracing his jawline with her finger.
"Just think, what would the rest of the Cliffhangers be saying if they could see you know." Ezra teased, shifting her around a little on his lap. "The cynical, cold, ice princess--"
"Ice princess? Who called me an ice princess?" Daisy cut him off, surprised.
"Who DIDN'T?" He continued to tease, the grin on his face reassuring her that HE, at least, had never thought of her as an 'ice princess'.
"Oh, that's just SO comforting to know." She muttered, twisting her lips to the side in the closest thing she ever let herself get to a pout.
"Don't worry about it, baby. I'll set them straight at the reunion." Ezra promised, snikkering. Daisy slapped his arm lightly, throwing her arms around his neck.
"What reunion?" Daisy wanted to know, his words finally regestering in her mind. He blinked, and then moved her off of his lap, standing up.
"Did I not tell you?" Ezra asked, moving out of the kitchen and into the living room. He came back a few seconds later, holding a cream colored letter in his hands. "This came yesterday. Seems the Cliffhangrs are having a reunion back at Horizon."
"Really?" Daisy asked, taking the lettter from him and looking at it in interst. When her eyes reached the signature, her mouth fell open slightly. "Juliette Ciceros?"
"That's what I said." Ezra agreed, pouring the cooling water into a pair of coffee mugs. He set one down in front of Daisy, and then took a seat on the other side of the table, facing her.
"So, you wanna go?" Daisy asked him, looking up from the neat handwritting. Ezra lifted his eyebrows, and looked back at her.
"Do you?" He wanted to know, dropping the coffee bag into his water. His lover mulled it over, chewing on the bottom of her lip.
"Yeah. It'd be good to see Shelby and Peter and Sophie and everybody else again." Daisy decided, running her fingers through her sleep tosuled hair.
"That's what I thought too." Ezra agreed, smiling at her and proping his chin up on his arm. He yawned wide, and rubbed at his eyes. "We've gotta go to the store today." He changed the subject abruptly, something Daisy had learned to live with. He did it quite about, espeically when he was sleepy.
"Umm. Good plan." Daisy agreed, looking around their bare kitchen. "Food is usally a good thing."
Whatever Ezra was going to say was cut off by the ringing of the telephone. Exchanging a look with Daisy, he rose to answer it, snatching it up on the second ring.
"Hello?" He asked, wondering who would be calling him at---he peered at the clock--noon on a Friday.
"Yo!" A familiar female voice called from the other end.
"Lexie!" Ezra laughed, glad to hear from his best friend and foster sister.
"Hey Lex!" Daisy called, standing up and heading for the bathroom to take a shower. Ezra waved to her, before hopping up on the counter, as he continued to chat with Lexie.
Daisy laughed, hearing her lover's indignat snort over something that the hyper African-American girl told him as she stepped into the tiny bathroom off of her and Ezra's bedroom. She had just stepped out of her nightgown when something occured to her.
She wasn't quite sure WHY this had occured to her when it did--perhaps it was because she was in the bathroom, or perhaps her mind just liked to play tricks on her. But whatever the reason, she realized something with a start. Holding back the curse that hovered on her tongue, Daisy shot out of the bathroom, unmindful of the fact that she was dressed only in one of Ezra's old tee shirts.
Thankfully, Ezra was still occupied on the phone with Lexie, so he didn't see her dart to her pile of books resting on her desk. She scooped up the black dayplanner that someone had given to her for last Christmas, and began to frantically scan the pages.
She found the date she was looking for in a matter of minutes. It was nearly two and a half months ago. The book clattered out of Daisy's fingers as the implications sank into hre brain.
"No way."