Based on events during Episode 7x13 of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D

With Mack's encouragement, the team took some time out to rest and recover, and somehow were able to fall into a natural flow very quickly as they relaxed in the Lighthouse.

Daisy couldn't remember the last time she'd had time to just…breathe. To contemplate and live normally and think about what she wanted. Even after the never-ending stress of the L.M.D.s, the Framework, being transported to 2091, the fights with Ruby and Talbot…Daisy hadn't allowed herself a moment to stop, because then Coulson had died, and it had completely devastated her. A week after his death, she had thrown herself into the next task: to find Fitz. And it had all escalated from there. But right now, she didn't have an immediate assignment to attend to. Everyone in her team was safe. There were no urgent life-threatening missions. The planet wasn't in danger of being obliterated. There was an unnatural feeling of calm. And it was wonderful.

Jemma had converted one of the rooms at the far end of the bunker into a sort of living space for them all to congregate, and Daisy spent most of her time there, quite often simply just because she wanted to be there to see Alya. Jemma came to sit beside Daisy on the couch one morning to watch her daughter as she played and laughed with Mack and Daniel, both of whom she had grown immensely attached to.

'I get it now. Why it was our last mission as a team together,' Daisy said, a resigned tone in her voice as she gazed over at the three of them. 'I kept wondering why Enoch and Fitz were so damn sure about it, I…I was convinced they'd got it wrong. But they weren't.'

Jemma looked around at her; Daisy was watching Alya fondly, her heart swelling. It was strange…the moment she'd first met Alya, it was if she'd physically felt her love for Fitz and Jemma expand to twice its original size and cling instantly to this precious little girl.

'You're not gonna stay with S.H.I.E.L.D., are you?' Daisy said softly.

A sad smile appeared on Jemma's face. 'We can't. Being an agent doesn't really allow for…well, a normal family life. Until a few days ago, Alya hadn't even stepped outside, and…well, after four years stuck only on the Zephyr, she deserves…'

'Everything,' Daisy finished for her, and she smiled. 'She deserves everything. You guys deserve everything too, my God, after all you've been through. You gave up so much. You…I can't believe how you managed to do what you did, Jemma.'

Jemma sighed heavily, but then smiled. 'It was worth it in the end. For this. Here, right now,' she said.

They both watched as Coulson and Fitz then entered the room, their faces lighting up as Alya ran up to them and encouraged them to join in her game with Daniel and Mack. This was their family, having fun, smiling and laughing, and Daisy had never seen a more beautiful sight. It was a strange feeling, knowing that they were safe, that there was no imminent threat. It was even stranger that that feeling was tinted with such sadness.

'You deserve a break too, you know, Daisy,' Jemma said, turning to her on the couch. 'Have you…had any thoughts about…what you want to do next?'

'Not really,' Daisy murmured, though her eyes instinctively fell over to Daniel as she watched him ruffle Alya's hair and laugh at something Mack had said.

Jemma followed her gaze. 'Try not to worry,' she said, though she knew from the tender look in Daisy's eyes that she was no longer worried. 'I've got a feeling you'll be all right, whatever you decide.'

'Yeah. I think so,' Daisy said, smiling.

As if he could feel his eyes on her, Daniel turned away from Alya and met Daisy's gaze as she watched him from the couch, and he smiled back at her.

Daniel would love nothing more than to just sit in a room with Daisy all day long to talk and get to know each other more and for her to teach him more about the 21st century. He'd experienced a brief snippet of that the other day when she'd shown him the magical workings of her incredible telephone device, and it had felt so lovely. But they would have plenty of time for that. Days and weeks and months of time for that. For now, they needed to make the most of whatever time they had left with this extraordinary group of people.

Back in 1986 in the other timeline when offering to stay behind, Daniel had said, 'I belong here'. But he had been wrong. This was where he belonged, in this time, with these people…even if they wouldn't always be together as a group like they were now. There was a feeling of finality in the air, a certain bittersweet atmosphere whenever they sat down to eat together or grab a drink. Daniel sometimes felt like he was encroaching on something private, but then Mack would clap his hand on his shoulder or Jemma and Fitz would ask him to watch over Alya or Coulson and Daisy would smile at him as if he were a hero in his own right, and Daniel would be sure then that he was truly a part of this as well. And despite the fact that they could all sense that the end of an era was fast approaching, there was another feeling of something new and exciting about to start, the anticipation of an unknown future with endless opportunities and the world as their oyster, and it made it all a little easier.

Daisy knew that their missions together may have come to an end now, but that didn't stop her from throwing herself almost at once into a new personal mission of hers: her sister. Kora often kept to herself in the Lighthouse, and although she joined them for any group meals or game nights, it was normally just because Daniel or May would have encouraged her, and even then she didn't talk to any of them much and tried to keep to the shadows. Daisy wasn't sure if it was out of anxiety or guilt, or that she was overwhelmed by grief for her mother and alarm at all that had happened with Malick and the Chronicoms, or perhaps it was just because Kora wasn't used to such a tight-knit family unit. She had felt lonely and trapped all her life. Daisy wanted to help change that but it was hard. She took some time every day to speak to Kora, to get to know her better. It was awkward and at times difficult, but May tried to help with this; she seemed to have taken on the role of group counsellor, and she understood Kora better than any of them.

It was a huge comfort to know that Kora had May. Daisy had never been more grateful for her former S.O….and also for Daniel. Daisy knew that she had become a powerhouse, and he was helping bring her back to Earth in a way. Just the mere sight of him walking down the corridor or laughing with her teammates filled Daisy with joy and relief and a certain reassurance that, no matter what was coming their way now, everything was going to be all right. She knew that now. She just hoped that Kora would come to know that feeling too. It would take a little time, Daisy knew that, but with a little guidance, she would get there in the end.

One evening found the team all sat around with music playing and bottles of beers being passed around, and Coulson was talking eagerly to Daniel about his past SSR cases with Peggy and his early experiences with S.H.I.E.L.D.. It was still rather strange for Daniel to hear someone talk to him about his past work like this, as if they were famous historic events. He caught Daisy's eye over Coulson's shoulder and she wiggled her eyebrows at him, grinning, from the other side of the room while she talked to Fitz. He had just returned from taking Alya to bed, and Daisy had taken the opportunity to speak to him about a certain issue she was still finding hard to process from his many revelations at the New York safe house a few days ago.

'So…sorry, I'm still trying to wrap my head around it all…you really saw all our futures?' she asked, not sure whether to be amazed or a little disturbed. 'When you were studying the time stream, you could just…see what was going to happen?'

Fitz tilted his head thoughtfully. 'Only up to a certain point,' he replied. 'I couldn't see anything beyond…well, the other night, with the Chronicoms and Malick. Guess the odds weren't exactly in our favour, but now you saved us all…I guess the time stream is caput now, everything's in flux. We're free to write our own future again.'

'That sounds nice. It must have been…crazy…seeing all the different…possibilities of what could happen,' Daisy said, her brow creased in concern as she watched Fitz; she couldn't imagine how overwhelming that must have been.

'Yup. It was. There were countless eventualities, there were so many bloody different timelines branching off. We went through all possible outcomes and it was near impossible to distinguish between all the different factors,' Fitz said wearily, but then his face softened as he glanced sideways at Daisy. 'But there were…just a few things that were constant…in each timeline…in each outcome…in each possibility we saw.'

Daisy didn't ask him what that was. She didn't need to. Her eyes fell on Daniel as he chatted animatedly to Jemma and Coulson over in the corner, and the sight of his smile made her feel warm and fuzzy inside.

'Did we save him every time, in '55?' she asked Fitz quietly, still gazing over at Daniel.

Fitz nodded. 'Yes. Either because of Mack's decision or…you rebelling and taking it upon yourself to save his life. And every time he stayed with the team. And every time you both saved each other, countless times,' he said, and he smiled at her. 'And every time you fell in love.'

Daisy's lips parted as she watched Daniel. Could people really fall in love so fast? It seemed so silly, so ludicrous, so impossible. It had only been two weeks since they had met. And yet she couldn't contradict what Fitz had said, because she knew it was true.

'You…you could see all that?' Daisy murmured, dazed. 'Just by looking at some weird time stream thing and…'

'Well, depends what you mean by 'see'. They are only predictions and probabilities but…I was better at reading the time stream than Sybil, you see, because I saw past just everyone's actions. I saw everyone's emotions, unlike her…which, at the end of the day, is what saved us all, isn't it? That's what really mattered,' Fitz said, exhaling deeply. 'Though for me I don't think I really saw it…with you and Sousa…until I saw you two together in Deke's timeline at the bar.'

Daisy smiled sadly. 'Oh, Deke. You're gonna miss him.'

'Eh…he was…an annoying prick,' Fitz muttered, fidgeting with his hand as he looked down.

Daisy raised her eyebrows at him. 'He was your grandson.'

'Yep. But…if and when he's ever born in this timeline, his life will be nothing like Deke's – well, the Deke we know – so…he'll grow up to be a completely different guy, won't he?' Fitz said heavily, and his chin quivered slightly. 'I know that should make me bloody relieved and happy but, err…I don't seem to feel that way right now.'

His eyes looked rather wet as he averted his gaze, embarrassed; Daisy's face fell and she put her arm around him. She had never thought there would be a day when she would see Fitz upset over the loss of Deke. Sometimes she forgot that he and Jemma were mourning not just one, but two members of their family. Jemma and Fitz had been forced to tell Alya a few days ago that Uncle Enoch has gone, and their sadness at this had only deepened when they'd realised that they couldn't tell Alya anything about Deke, not even as a story; it could risk everything, seeming as Deke's was Alya's future son. But Daisy was sure that they would get through it, in time. They had Alya, safe and sound, and the knowledge that Deke was happy and well and no doubt leading an excellent life performing with his band and helping rebuild S.H.I.E.L.D. in the other timeline.

The days continued to go by slowly but surely. Daisy got stronger every day, and her ability to taste food returned (Jemma suspected that it had been a strange after-effect of drifting out in the vacuum of space for too long). Daisy considered herself immensely lucky if that was all she'd had to suffer; that healing chamber really was a miracle.

Daisy wished that she could just stop the days from passing, to freeze time so that they could stay here forever, all of them together at the Lighthouse, Daniel always at her side. But of course they couldn't do that. The inevitable was already creeping up on them; even though no one spoke of it explicitly at first and avoided the subject, by the end of the week they could put it off no longer.

Fitz and Simmons announced to the team after dinner one evening that they were in the process of looking for a house in Scotland; they'd enjoyed their home on the Zephyr, but it was time that Ayla had a proper childhood, with playgrounds and parks and a school and children to play with. She needed to breathe the air and smell the grass and feel the breeze and the sun on her face. It was time for them to retire from S.H.I.E.L.D., and so they were going to go to the UK to stay with Jemma's parents' while they looked for their dream family house.

The next day they were all packed and ready to leave, though of course not before the team toasted a drink to them before they were due to set off. Mack and Coulson thanked the pair for everything they had done for S.H.I.E.L.D., and in particular for the time, effort and sacrifices they had both made to save the timeline and the world. Without them, the team would never have had a chance at succeeding.

'I'm so happy for you both,' Daisy sobbed, flinging her arms around Jemma tightly as they stood by the hangar doors. 'I'm really going to miss you guys.'

'Hey, it's all right, we'll visit. And you can visit us, we'd love that!' Jemma said, wiping away her own tears as they hugged. 'We'll keep in touch, I promise.'

Fitz gripped Daniel's hand tightly and shook it. 'Thank you, Agent Sousa,' he said, glancing pointedly at Daisy.

'Thank you,' Daniel said; without Fitz, their ability to travel through time on the Zephyr would never have been possible, and he would be dead by now in 1955 – and worse, he would never have met Daisy or the rest of the team.

While Daisy and Fitz embraced, Daniel paused as he looked at Jemma, suddenly feeling rather upset. Jemma had become a dear friend to him. She smiled tearfully as she wrapped her arms around him.

'You'll be all right,' Jemma said to him, once she'd leant away. 'I think 21st-century life will suit you actually. If you need any help or advice or…well, anything, just let us know, okay?'

'I will. Thank you,' Daniel said sincerely, and then his face lit up as Alya came up to him and Daisy.

'Hello, you,' Daisy said fondly, wiping her tears as she and Daniel both crouched down so that they were on her level.

Alya hadn't wanted to go at all; apparently she'd been quite distressed last night when Jemma and Fitz had told her their plan to move away from this group of people she'd only just become attached to, but then the prospect of meeting her grandparents in England had softened the blow somewhat. She seemed quite composed now – definitely more so than Daisy, at least, who was still struggling to cope with the idea that the two best friends she had started out with on the Bus were leaving for good.

Alya then held out a turquoise-coloured toy monkey – Jemma had made quite an extensive collection for her during those years away on the Zephyr – and passed it to Daisy and Daniel. 'This is for you two.'

'Wh…for us?' Daisy said, deeply touched, as she and Daniel glanced at each other.

'It's a goodbye present,' Alya said simply, as Daisy and Daniel took the monkey gently from her. 'Look after her for me, and bring her when you come to visit us.'

Daisy's lips trembled as she tried not to burst out crying again. 'That's a promise,' she said firmly, clutching Alya's tiny hand in her own, and a tear trickled down her cheek.

'We'll treasure her,' Daniel said warmly. 'She's splendid.'

Beaming, Alya then flung her arms around them both. Daisy and Daniel hugged her back tightly, and Jemma and Fitz gave each other a knowing smile as they looked at them both. They didn't have to worry about Daisy; they were leaving her in good hands.

Once they had finished saying goodbye to everyone, the Fitzsimmons family then left the Lighthouse for the very last time and headed off to the airport with their belongings. Daisy felt a lump rise in her throat as she turned away from the closing hangar doors, her eyes wet and bloodshot, but then her face softened as she looked at Daniel and his hand found hers.

That night she went to his room as usual. There was no end of spare bunks and rooms that Kora could have gone in, but Daisy had insisted that she stay in hers, as it was slightly more homey and less sterile than the others. And also, she'd just wanted to stay with Daniel. Nothing ever happened; they simply lay next to each other on the bed and talked to each other in soft voices into the early hours of the night before falling asleep. Something was different about tonight, however. Neither of them could explain it, why the atmosphere in the room tasted so different as Daniel closed the door behind them and wrapped his arms around Daisy's waist, but it was. There was a hunger in both their eyes as they slowly leaned in, breathing deeply and hesitating, before their lips eventually met.

Daisy brought her hands up to his face, and he tangled his in her hair slowly as they walked backwards towards the bed, Daniel deepening the kiss. The feel of his kiss and his touch, both tender yet passionate, was like nothing Daisy had experienced before. When he kissed her like this, it made her completely forget that he was a supposedly old-fashioned gentleman from 1955. It made her forget pretty much everything, apart from the fact that she wanted him, all of him. And yet she couldn't help breaking apart from him, the nerves overcoming her, and she gazed up at him, her hands still around his neck as he looked back at her breathlessly, his eyes smouldering.

'I'm sorry, I…' he murmured, slowly removing his hands from around her waist.

'No, I…don't be sorry, it's just…listen, I…it's been a while…well, a long time…since I…' Daisy trailed off as she glanced pointedly over to the bed.

'Oh-oh, me too,' Daniel said reassuringly.

There was no hint of embarrassment as he said it; there had been pretty much no one since Peggy.

Daisy looked at him surprise. 'Really?'

'W-well…yeah, why?'

'Well you're…I mean, look at you,' Daisy said, raising her eyebrows at him.

Daniel tilted his head at her sceptically. 'I could say the same thing about you,' he said, a hint of a smirk on his face. 'Though…like I said before, most women in my time didn't find one-legged men an attractive prospective.'

Daisy rolled her eyes. 'Well that makes no difference to me, you know that. I just, uh…do you mind if we…don't…tonight?' she asked awkwardly.

'Oh no, no, of course not,' Daniel said at once, holding her hands. 'I'm sorry, I didn't want you to think…I was never expecting…I never presumed-'

But Daisy cut over his stammering by cupping his cheek softly. 'I know that, don't worry,' she said softly.

'I'm thinking we should…take it slow,' Daniel said, nodding. 'Do things properly, you know…and…see how you feel about things.'

Daisy smiled; did he really doubt her? 'I'm pretty sure how I feel about some things,' she murmured.

'Yeah?' Daniel said with a smile.

'Yeah,' Daisy said, pressing her lips tenderly to his for a moment. 'But…I kind of died a few days ago and I'm still feeling a little…well, not in the best shape, so…as much as I want to, I don't really feel like I should be having sex at the moment.'

Daniel swallowed loudly, as if he'd never heard the word spoken out loud before.

'Oh,' Daisy said, pressing her lips together to try and stop herself from laughing. 'Sorry, I've shocked you again. Sometimes I still forget you're from the fifties. Different attitude back then…sort of, anyway.'

But Daniel's parted lips were smiling, dazed; he liked how confident and liberal-minded she could be. 'Should I be wary about the attitude in the 21st century?' he asked playfully.

'Nope. You've got nothing to fear. Well, apart from me, of course.'

'Of course,' Daniel said, but then his smile faded as he gazed at her. 'We're very different, I know that. I'm…well, like you say, I'm old-fashioned. And you're so…well, modern, forward-thinking, brilliant-'

'Hey. You're forward-thinking as well,' Daisy said firmly, poking him on his chest. 'My God, you're a man from 1955. Anyone else in your position at S.H.I.E.L.D. would have probably refused to work with a woman or anyone who wasn't white, but you never even understood why that was an issue for most of them. You were the only person in the Area 51 base who showed me any respect. And Mack.'

Daniel smiled, though his forehead was creased with shame as he thought of his time and the brutal truth to Daisy's words. 'Thank you for that. But…I'm still out of my comfort zone, I'm still adjusting – which you don't want to have to deal with – and…well, I'm just a fish out of water, aren't I?' he said helplessly, and then he frowned. 'Wait, do you have that saying in your time?'

'Yeah, we do,' Daisy said, smiling.

He sighed. 'Let's face it, I'm still a square.'

'Yeah. You are,' Daisy said, cupping his cheeks. 'But you're my square.'

A relieved sort of smile broke out on Daniel's face as he gazed back at her. 'Is that so?'

'Mh-hmm,' Daisy murmured, smiling fondly at him, and she kissed his cheek. 'Now stop worrying, and…let's just…get some sleep, okay? Think we could both do with it.'

The next morning when Daisy woke up, she could already feel Daniel's hand softly stroking her hair before she'd even opened her eyes. When she looked up, she saw that he had propped his elbow up on the pillow and was gazing at her with a tender smile on his face,

'Morning,' she murmured, smiling back as she stifled a yawn.

'Morning. How do you do it?' Daniel asked quietly.

'What?'

'Look like that. After the week you had,' he said, running his fingers through her hair, and Daisy smiled. 'I mean, my God, if I have a few drinks too many one night I'll wake up looking like I've come back from the dead, but you-'

'Oh, stop it,' she interrupted, embarrassed.

'I'm serious!' Daniel said, and they both laughed as she shoved her pillow at him, blushing.

He leaned over and stole a kiss from her; his lips lingered on hers before he tore himself away and scrambled out of bed to fit on his prosthetic leg.

'Are you hungry?' he asked her, once he'd put on his prosthetic, and he moved over to open the door. 'Shall I get us some breakfast?'

Daisy had sat up and was gazing at him stood there in those adorable pyjamas with that mess of curly hair. 'No, I'm not…I don't want any food,' she said, slowly pulling back the covers and getting out of bed.

'Okay. I haven't heard anyone else up yet, I guess it's still quite early,' Daniel said as she walked up to him. 'Do you wanna get some more sleep, or…talk or…?'

He trailed off in a daze; she had reached out behind him and closed the door again. Her face was inches from his, and there was a look in her eyes that he'd caught a mere glimpse of last night when they'd first come into this room. It was a look that made his heart race.

'Daisy,' he murmured.

Daisy wondered if he knew just how attractive his voice was, how it felt to hear him speak her name like that. 'What?' she said quietly.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' Daniel asked, a hint of a smile forming on his lips.

'Like what?'

Daniel tilted his head as he tried not to smirk at her innocent expression. 'Like you forgot what we said last night about, y'know, taking things slow.'

Daisy turned the lock on the door behind him. 'It's a new day,' she said, shrugging casually. 'People can change their minds.'

Daniel nodded thoughtfully. 'You make a very compelling argument.'

'Mm-hmm, I think so.'

He swallowed; her baggy pyjama T-shirt had slid down quite a bit, revealing her bare shoulder and the top of her chest. 'Daisy, I…I haven't felt this way about anyone in a-a very long time.'

'Me neither.'

'And I haven't…I haven't been with a woman in-'

'Hey. It's okay,' Daisy reassured him at once. 'If you don't want to-'

'No. Th-that's not what I'm saying. I've never wanted anything more,' Daniel said, pressing his forehead against hers, 'but…y-you deserve…the best…and…you know, I'm…I'm okay, I'm solid, I'm…I'm a decent agent, but…I-I'm nothing special, I don't have any…superpowers or anything, I'm just a normal, boring guy-'

Daisy interrupted him with a kiss because she knew the rest of what he was going to say, because he was exactly the kind of man to put himself down, and she would hear none of it. If he was right and she did deserve the best, then it was him she chose. Him that was the best.

'Hey. You're Daniel Sousa,' Daisy said, gripping his arms. 'Your personality is pretty much a superpower in itself.'

Daniel considered her for a moment then began to smile. 'You're good, you know, I'll give you that,' he said in an irresistible voice.

'What are you saying, that I'm trying to seduce you?' Daisy said in mock outrage.

'Well quite possibly.'

'Well you're wrong, I would never do that.'

Daniel raised his eyebrows at her teasingly. 'No?'

'No, not at all,' Daisy said, before bringing her grinning lips back to his.

When they eventually broke apart, there was a dazed smile on Daniel's face as he looked at her. 'I…that was nice.'

Daisy laughed softly. 'That's what I said. In the time loops,' she said without thinking, and Daniel paused, looking confused.

'Wh-what?'

'Oh. Yeah,' Daisy said, grimacing slightly, and she smiled at him. 'We…we kinda kissed before in one of the time loops. Y'know, on the Zephyr.'

Daniel stared at her, utterly bemused. 'W-we already kissed and you didn't tell me?'

'Well it was kind of hard to bring up in conversation,' Daisy said defensively, 'and we were a little preoccupied with my mom showing up and then Malick and the Chronicoms and-'

'So you've known how I-I felt…ever since the time storm?' Daniel said, incredulous.

'W-well yeah but-'

'And I…I don't even remember our first kiss.' His face had fallen slightly.

'I can tell you about it, if you like,' Daisy said, her hand rising to his cheek. 'Everything that happened with us that day. The kiss, the things you said, th-the things you did for the team. Everything. It's…it's when I realised how I felt about you.'

Daisy knew that was an understatement. When she had kissed him in the time loops, that had been the moment she had willingly surrendered her heart to him, the man who overcame her senses, the man who helped her believe in herself, the man who was everything she had ever wanted and more.

A hopeful smile appeared on Daniel's face. 'It was?'

'Yeah.'

He slowly leaned in then and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was slow and tender at first, but then Daisy's hands began to undo the top buttons of his pyjama shirt, and he deepened the kiss as he moved her slowly back towards the bed –

But then he broke apart from her. 'Daisy…are you sure?' he asked. 'I mean, really?'

Daisy smiled at him, her arms wrapped around his neck. 'We survived, Daniel. Somehow, after everything, after all that's happened these past few weeks, we survived. And you're here, you're alive – what – nearly seventy years on from the day you were supposed to die?! It's a friggin' miracle,' she said, dazed. 'But I don't just wanna survive anymore. I want to live.'

His gaze going back and forth between her eyes and her lips, Daniel then kissed her again with smiling lips, and they fell onto the bed, laughing, his hands on the bare skin of her waist under her T-shirt as they kissed passionately and –

There was a firm knock at the door, and they both froze.

'Agent Sousa. Are you awake?' Mack called.

Daniel's eyes widened; he was immensely grateful that Daisy had locked the door, otherwise the Director would have walked in to find his new good friend lying on top of Daisy, his lips on her neck and his hand under her shirt. He swallowed nervously as Daisy tried not to laugh beneath him.

'Uh…yes?' Daniel called back, grinning as he covered Daisy's mouth with his hand so that Mack couldn't hear her chuckling.

'Sorry to bother you so early but I've had an urgent call from HQ, I'm thinking now is a good time as any for us all to regroup,' Mack said. 'You good to meet us in the control room?'

'Uh…yeah I can be there in, uh' – Daniel paused as he looked at Daisy, who was raising her eyebrows at him and smirking – 'ten…fifteen minutes? Twenty?'

'Let's make it five,' Mack said, and Daniel could practically hear the roll of his eyes as he rapped on the door again. 'Johnson, I'm guessing you're in there as well. As quickly as you can, please, guys.'

Daniel slowly turned to look at Daisy as they listened to Mack's heavy footsteps walk away, and then at the same time they both burst out laughing.

'Shush! Keep it down,' Daisy whispered; Daniel raised his eyebrows at her and she raised a hand to her head as she laughed uncontrollably.

'You are a bad influence on me,' Daniel said, chuckling as he stroked her bare arm. 'I can't believe that just happened.'

'No, me neither. That was hilarious,' Daisy said, breathless, and she pulled his lips back to hers briefly before forcing herself to lean away.

Daniel smiled at her. 'Another time?' he asked, his hand stroking the small of her back under her T-shirt.

'Another time,' Daisy agreed with a nod.

He kissed her once more before leaning off her and getting off the bed to get dressed, his cheeks still red, as both of them relished how wonderful it felt just to not be able to keep the huge smile off their faces.

Note: Pure fluff, I know, I'm sorry! For those asking, I'm going to keep writing this for a few more chapters yet (if I stick to my plan, this fic will be around 31 chapters in total!) and will be exploring what happens with Daisy and Daniel in the one-year break :) so hope you enjoy! Thanks for still reading and for your lovely comments :)