I wrote this darling little one-shot after viewing the episode where Darcy figures out she was raped, and Manny was there to comfort her. Never written any femme slash, but this turned into something I enjoyed writing. Maybe more down the road? Have to wait and see! Until then, here's my Darcy/Manny fic. (:

Secret

"Every girl is entitled to a secret. Or two. Or three."

Whenever guilt would start to seep in, she'd repeat those words in her head over and over, until it went away. Or at least until it subsided. Because guilt never really, truly goes away. Every girl is entitled to a secret. Every girl is entitled to a secret. Secret. Secret. Secret. It had become her mantra, her life's motto. It was as much a part of her life now as school or dinner or church. She could no longer be sure where the secrets ended and she began.

She knew where the secrets began, though. Oh, she'd never forget that. In hindsight, she wasn't positive if the kissing had started out accidental or not. Oh, who was she kidding? People don't just accidentally kiss no more than they accidentally remove all their clothes and press their bodies together and...

She shook her head, as if that would clear any and all sinful thoughts from her mind. She chuckled to herself. Sin. Such a strange concept to her now. It was too late, the seed was planted. She crossed her legs in a desperate attempt to make the dull throbbing in her center go away, but to no avail. Relenting, she reached into her purse for her cell phone and tapped out a text message.

study date 2nite?

Moments later her cell vibrated with the answer: ur place or mine?

urs. It was never her place. They both knew it. They were just going through the motions.

Later that evening, they were still going through the motions: the pretending to study, the cuddling on the couch, the stolen kisses in front of the TV, the hurried removal of clothing in the bedroom. They never made a sound during their trysts together, not even to call out each other's name when they came. When they were finally coming down from their euphoric highs, Manny would lean over her, their breasts grazing together, and whisper, "It's our little secret."

And every night after each of these interludes, Darcy would slowly walk home, begging God to forgive her for keeping secrets from Him.