A/N: This was written for the PPMB thread 'Scenes No Daria Fan-Fic Should Have: Do What Now?'
Yes Ma'am
Daria had been suspicious about this so called 'date' for a while. Robert getting her name wrong and talking to her using cue cards were big warning signs. Yet, as she looked at his chiseled jawline and athletic frame, a very unfamiliar feeling was stirring inside her. She looked at him intently as he read from another card.
"Can sports and clubs get their pages back in the yearbook?"
She should have been annoyed at that question. This confirmed her suspicions that the whole thing was a set up. Yet, as she looked into his eyes, another idea came to her head.
"I think we should discuss this somewhere more private, say your place?" Daria said.
"Um... yes ma'am," Robert replied.
Daria lay next to Robert in bed, running her finger along his chest as she smiled at him.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am," he replied, smiling himself.
The whole experience had felt odd to her at first, but once she got into it and let herself loose, she really enjoyed herself.
"I'll do you a deal, Robert," Daria said, "If you keep me happy, I'll talk to Mr DeMartino about getting your pages back. What do you say?"
"Yes, ma'am! Thank you Darc... Daria."
She winced slightly at him nearly getting her name wrong, but smiled at him correcting himself.
"You're welcome, Robert," she said as she planted a kiss on his lips.