Author's Note: WOOH, guess what? Friday evening early chapter release because I'm two chapters ahead of the game lol! Just need a bit of tidying up, but they are done ahead of time, so I thought I'd get this one out Friday evening instead of properly on the weekend schedule. xD This was a pretty fun one to write, hope people enjoy! :D
End of AN!
As soon as she emerged out of the fireplace, Daisy searched the whole of the Refuge until she found who she was looking for.
"We need to talk about you kissing me last night," she said in greeting as she stalked up to Jasper in the recreation room.
Jasper turned from her game of table tennis, not looking all too surprised. She did look pretty embarrassed, though. Maybe even a little afraid; she shied from Daisy visibly, lowering her head.
Daisy sighed. She glanced at Jasper's game partner; maybe a bit of privacy could set Jasper at ease. And the right words. So Daisy raised her hands before her, twisting her expression into something new. 'I liked it, okay?' she signed carefully. 'But we still need to talk about it. And other things going forward.' She forced a smile, then turned and stalked back through the halls, Jasper trailing after her - out the front door of the enchanted house. She led the way across the grass for the nearest shady tree, away from any of the other groups of kids hanging about in the August afternoon air.
Jasper followed after her, looking only a little bit more relaxed than initially.
Daisy put her back to the tree and sat down, putting her hands in her lap.
Jasper moved and sat down right in front of her, almost touching her knees. Almost immediately, she began to sign. 'I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have kissed you that way. I should have asked if you were OK with it first. I should have told you I liked you first!'
"Thank you for saying that," Daisy told her. "I accept the apology. And now we really have to talk. So let's get the biggest question out of the way first," she continued evenly. "When you kissed me, what were you hoping for? I mean, what do you want out of this? Do you want to be my girlfriend, or do you just want to make out and maybe shag sometime together? Is it romantic or just sexual? Or is it both?"
Please say just sexual, please say just sexual, please say just sexual...
Jasper's hands moved.
Daisy's heart sank. "Okay," she breathed. "Well, so we don't end up having misunderstandings or end up wasting each other's time: I don't want that with you. I don't want a girlfriend. I mean, okay, I kind of want a girlfriend, but I mostly just want to have someone to fuck. I've never had sex with anyone before, and I really want to. Because you have- look, I think you have an amazing body, okay? I think you're gorgeous and lush and- and I think you knew that, didn't you?" she finished carefully. She had had a lot of time to really think over the events of last night, in her room. How Jasper had behaved. In hindsight, it had been embarrassingly obvious to see coming, that kiss!
Jasper tugged her scarf down, and she gave a small smile. 'I knew you couldn't keep your eyes off me, yes. And I liked that. I wanted more of it. I want more from you. Not just sex - I want to date.'
"I can work with wanting sex, but it would be- wrong of me- to say I'll be your girlfriend just to have sex with you, right?" Daisy replied. "Because you want more."
Jasper nodded.
"Okay, so..." Daisy took another breath. "Do you think we could come to some kind of- compromise on this? Maybe we could agree to just- be sex partners first for a while, and then maybe when I'm ready later I could start dating you? Or...something like that? Because I really don't want a romantic partner right now. I don't want to-" She stopped. She looked away, pressing her lips. Just be honest, just pretend you're talking to daddy. Just do it. "I don't want to, okay? I can't. That's a lot of effort, and it's a lot of emotions, and...I don't think I can do that with somebody yet. I can't...give my soul like that to someone. It's fine to say no: it just means what we want isn't the same, and we're not- compatible! You understand?" She paused. "And it wouldn't be fair to you, either, would it? If I wasn't giving my all for the relationship or whatever? If I was just interested in the sex and not doing much else with you? I wouldn't want to do that to you. So..."
There. Those were the right words, weren't they? And she had even thrown out her honest thoughts on the issue! She had bared herself to this girl in a way that had been so, so goddamn hard. She was sure daddy would be proud of her for that one.
Jasper gazed at her in a long, uncomfortable silence. Then, she started signing. 'You'd think about dating me later?'
"Yes," Daisy said honestly. She would never have picked Jasper for a first date, but all in all, she...couldn't be too terrible, could she? Jasper had expressed a shared interest in her explicit romance novels... They could be girlfriends for a while - see how it went. As long as it was even just an okay experience...Daisy could go for it with her. What did she have to lose, really? Except her time. And didn't she have infinite of that? And if it gave Jasper what she wanted, wasn't that selfless, a good deed? A kind act? A nice decision to make, to let her have the girlfriend she wanted for a while? To give an honest try?
'It might be good to get some experience first,' Jasper signed slowly, her eyes narrowing with consideration. 'It would make things less awkward if we already had done all of that with each other. It would be one less thing to worry about. We could both give our full attention to other parts of the relationship. When you're ready to do it.'
Daisy wanted nothing more than to burst out loud with her joy, to crow her victory to the world! But-
Restraint, subtlety, patience... Is this what daddy meant by that?
'It would be,' Daisy signed back. She gave a small smile, forcing her face to be nothing but calm and casual. 'So what do you think? Is it a good idea? Can we do that together? Or, do you need time to think about it?'
Jasper dipped her head, her hand rising to clutch at her throat. Her fingers searched higher, touching her prosthetic jaw. The transfigured, applied patch job of skin she had for a new lower lip. Lines and scars where they connected to her cheeks, stretched over fake bone and hardness. 'If we're just going to have a sexual partnership first, I need time to think it over," she signed firmly.
'Okay. I understand.'
It was...probably a good idea anyway, wasn't it, Daisy reflected. There was a lot to do in terms of preparation, really!
They could both use some time to think ahead!
There was, indeed, a lot to do before even thinking about having sex with someone.
Some of it for the immediate prospect of Jasper, and some...for future prospects.
Daisy turned to her daddy in the Refuge's hospital waiting area. "How often will I have to do this, again?"
"Once a year if you're taking the utmost care and being the safest you can be. Every three to six months if you're...not being so careful - or if you're having- erm- multiple partners." Daddy tried so hard to keep a straight face - it was so amusing! But Daisy couldn't bask in it today.
"Multiple partners," she repeated. She knew all about that, of course - mostly from her books - but she suspected daddy would give her another talk about fantasies versus reality again if she brought that "knowledge" source up.
"Y-yeah. Some people like to- to have sex with- with a number of different people really close to each other. Erm, one after another, you know? Every couple of days, or every few weeks, they meet someone new and they- they have sex together. They enjoy the sex itself, and- likely the variety as well. And other people enjoy...having sex with more than one person at the same time, even. That- erm- It's- not any different from one on one sex. It's just- more people to communicate with and to consent to, and to- have a good time with together. Everyone there is just...there to have that good time with each other. And, whether you're in a romantic relationship with those people or not doesn't really matter: if you're having sex - a lot of sex - you need to be testing regularly. And you need to be having your partners get tested, too. You should know each other's results before doing anything."
"Okay. And if I never ever want to get pregnant - which I don't: I like my body how it is; and pregnancy sounds horrible; and if I ever want kids I'll just adopt them, like you adopted me - I do have to go through this...magical fallopian transfiguration procedure? Which will stop the eggs from getting in there from the ovaries, and stop any unwanted sperm getting up there from tolerated, invasive penises."
"Right. You've got it." Daddy almost cracked a grin at her talk of invasive penises. But today was a serious day, so Daisy supposed she could let it slide this time; she'd get him next time, for sure though.
She sighed, shaking her head. "But do I really have to do this so often? Every three months? Isn't that kind of ridiculous?"
"No," he said firmly. "No, it's not ridiculous. It's smart, Daisy. And I know you're a smart young woman. Anyway, it's three or six months. Depending on...how much sex you think you're going to be having in your life. And- and that can change throughout your life! So- so how much you think you want to try and- go after now doesn't have to be the same as later on."
"I want to have a lot of sex, with a lot of people, so I can get really good at it - and have fun along the way," Daisy admitted. She was not going to fall behind everyone else, and she would not make a fool of herself with her partners - as much as she could avoid it. She wanted to be skilled and good at it, like any other activity she mastered. "But still..."
"No 'still', Daisy. Look, the bottom line is: if you can't be responsible or mature enough to get tested, then you're not mature enough to start even having sex at all. If you honestly think this is all too ridiculous, or too much, or-"
"No!" Daisy said loudly, irritated. "I'm mature, I'm responsible! I just...I hate having to have Healers get down there like that between my legs! I just hate that part," she stressed. "But I'll do it - especially for the tubal ligation procedure! And then after that, I'll still cast those protection spells I'm learning. So I'll be...double protected. Triple! See? All safe, all healthy, all responsible. I can do it."
Daddy looked at her a long moment. He nodded. "That's good, Daisy. I'm glad to hear that. I don't want to have to worry about you - more than I already, always do."
"You won't have to! I'll do the tests, I'll ask anyone I have sex with to get tested too. I'll ask Jasper before we have sex!"
"If you have sex."
"She already told me she wants to - that's why we're here, daddy! She Just...wanted some time to think first."
"Okay, when you have sex, then," daddy amended, a hint of exasperation in his voice.
"Daisy!" a cheery voice called. "It's so good to see you in here again. What are we here for today?"
Daisy restrained a growl as she looked up to see the Healer walk into the waiting area. Did she always have to be so goddamn peppy? This woman had been treating Daisy's issues for years, and Daisy still hated her for it. "UTI and STD testing - and a tubal ligation procedure," she said flatly.
"I see. Why don't you come this way with me, then."
Daisy stood, following the woman through a doorway. Down a short hall, into a vacant little room of cream colored walls and a pristine white bed.
"Given what you're here for, have you been recently sexually active, then?" the Healer asked.
"Not yet," Daisy admitted, blushing. "This is so I can start to be, though," she added hurriedly.
"That's wonderfully responsible of you, dear."
"Thanks." Like Daisy needed her praises; she only cared for daddy's.
They went through the usual examinations, and then on to the new ones. The new tests. Some of it was embarrassing, and put Daisy in a bit of a bad mood (even though the results were good: no infection, no diseases for her).
"All right. Now, this procedure of yours shouldn't take more than ten minutes. We're just going to-"
"I know what it is," Daisy interjected. "You're going to transfigure my internal organs to split my fallopian tubes in half. It's simple and easy and then we're done."
"Well, I wouldn't call it simple or easy - it requires a great deal of training and skill, particularly in the most advanced area of transfiguration: human transfiguration. But it is a very, very common procedure, especially for girls your age - one I am fully qualified to perform for anyone here. There's next to no risk of injuries, during or after the procedure. Though, after we've done this for you, there will still be a one percent chance of pregnancy. These are called-"
"Ectopic pregnancies," Daisy interrupted again. "That means a fertilized egg starts growing outside the uterus, which can be deadly if you don't do anything about it fast enough. If it starts growing in the fallopian tubes it can burst and cause internal bleeding. Even with magic, it can be hard to catch it and treat it right."
"That's right," she said warmly. "You're well read, Daisy. I'm impressed!"
"I wanted to be prepared," Daisy said honestly.
"I'd say you're more prepared than most girls your age I've had in here. That's very good. Do you already know, then, that this procedure is also reversible at any time? And are you also aware that it will still be possible to conceive through methods that bypass the fallopian tubes completely, such as IVF? It means-"
"Yes - I know what that means too - and I'm never going to do those things," Daisy stated. "I'm never reversing it, and I'm not getting pregnant any other way."
The Healer nodded. "Well, if that is your decision - but you should know that I'm not only speaking about conscious decisions to reverse the transfiguration. Certain powerful counter-charms or reversal spells cast on the body can cause it to revert. Also, you should know that potions like Polyjuice - or similar potions that alter the internal, physical aspects of the body - can interfere with and undo it as well."
"Oh." Okay, Daisy hadn't known that part. But she was never going to admit it.
The Healer cast a glance at Daisy's daddy. "Will you be staying with her for the procedure?"
"Yes, he is," Daisy said sharply. "I'm not doing this without him here."
"She'd really rather I stayed by her side," daddy agreed quietly.
"All right," the Healer said simply, nodding. "Why don't we go over exactly how this will work, and then we can begin the actual procedure."
"Okay." Daisy did her best to listen - if only to keep the rising sense of anxiety at bay.
Daddy seemed to know (he always did). He took her hand and squeezed at it, giving her a comforting look.
Daisy loved that he did - that she never needed to admit it. Not with him. And he would never make her.
"How are you feeling, sweetie?" Daddy asked, sitting down with her on the sitting room sofa.
"Fine." Daisy looked down into her lap. She curled her fists. She really didn't even feel any different inside from before. Not at all like she had had her organs separated. But... "Not fine," she amended quietly.
"Why?"
"Daddy, I had other reasons for wanting to do this. Well, related reasons. I mean..." Daisy sighed. "It's definitely not just because I really like the thought of adoption - and the thought of not going through pregnancy."
"What reasons?"
"You know how I am is because of him - Tom. And maybe even a little bit because of my birth mother, from everything Aunt Andy's told me..."
"Yeah."
"Well, I just thought-" Daisy choked. She swallowed past it. "I hate being me so much, I hate that I am this way, and so I thought...I don't want to risk having a kid and- and risk- that kid turning out like me, too. With these problems with- feeling and- and- I didn't want that to happen, I didn't want to be responsible for it, I..." She fell silent, digging her nails into her palms. She fought hard to stop her lip from quivering. "Or maybe they'd be even worse - like Tom is! That level of just- awful and wrong and sick and- and I never want to be the girl who brought someone like that into this world!"
"That's a perfectly valid reason. And it's also an incredibly thoughtful, mature reason."
"So you think it's a good thing?"
"Yeah. I think it's a good thing. It's also a much, much smarter decision than I ever would have made at your age."
"Because you were an idiot," Daisy said with a smirk.
"Right. I was a big idiot. You...you're not. You're smart, you think things through, and you're clever, and- you honestly are far more mature than I ever was. And let me tell you, that's been a huge relief as of late." He grinned.
"Thank you."
A week after taking his daughter in for tests and her medical operation, Harry found himself sitting very rigid on the sitting room sofa, gazing intently at the telly hanging above the fireplace. A television that had its volume turned up quite a bit - yet still seemed to be no match for the volume of his daughter.
"HEY!" Her voice rang out from upstairs, through not nearly enough walls. "That's my arse you're sinking your teeth into - treat it with more respect! And- ahhh! Oooh, move your tongue back the other way - no the other other way, that felt amazing! Right there! Just right- t-there!"
Light, fast footfalls came down the stairs, and a small figure emerged from the hall. Crossed the living room, and sat down right next to Harry.
"Can I stay down here and watch the telly with you for a while?" Leila said plainly, staring ahead.
BANG! "Curl your finger there while you- yesss! Yes, yes, yes! Now try to get your mouth down near..."
"Of course you can stay down here with me," Harry told his youngest, loud and clear. Maybe too loud, himself. "That's probably the smarter idea..."
"Thanks. It's hard to focus up there," Leila went on. "She's so loud."
"Yeah, she is. It's- something new and...and your sister is just having fun with it. And that's a good thing - but...not exactly if she's going to disrupt the household with it. Do you want me to go and tell her to be a bit quieter about it?"
"Even if you did, I'd still hear them from my room," Leila murmured.
"A Silencing Charm, then? On her room or yours?"
Leila made a face as the walls trembled. "That wouldn't help with the earthquakes."
"No, no it wouldn't," Harry agreed, trying to keep his face straight. "How about a Silencing Charm and you can stay down here for a-"
Thud! Daisy's high voice cried out, "You kicked me off the bed! That better have been an accident due to orgasms, or we're going to have problems... You know what, come here, I'm dragging you down with me! We'll do it here! Give me your foot!"
Harry briefly closed his eyes. "Yeah, okay, I'm going to go talk to them. Stay here a minute, okay?"
"I'm happy to!" Leila responded.
Right there with you, sweetie...
Harry ascended the stairs to the first floor, listening to high shrieks and high voices - along with another loud thud. He strode down the hall to knock on the door of his daughter's room, and it all cut out abruptly.
"Wh-what?" Daisy's voice called out, strangled and high. "We're- b-busy!"
"I very much realize that," Harry called in to her. "So does the entire house, sweetheart. I'd imagine if anyone lived within even a hundred miles of us they'd know it as well," he couldn't resist adding, with a bit of sarcasm.
Silence.
"Is that a challenge, daddy? You know how I like a challenge!"
"No! No, it's not. Daisy, serious talk: Please be sensitive to the rest of the household while you're in there doing...whatever you're doing - and no, do not give me details, thank you, Daisy! It was rhetorical!" he added swiftly, knowing her all too well. "We'd all just appreciate it if you could tone down the noise level, okay?"
"We're just having fun!"
"I know that - but fun or not, you could try to be a little quieter up here. There is a point where it gets to be disruptive and - excessive - and rude to the other people living with you, and you're about past that point, Daisy."
"...Fine. Okay. We'll try to be quieter."
"Thank you for not making it difficult this time," Harry told her earnestly.
"Oh, I'm in way too good a mood to make it difficult tonight!"
"Clearly," Harry quipped back, rolling his eyes. "All right, so - I'm leaving you to it. Enjoy yourself."
"I am!"
"Good. Good...Right, bye." Harry hurried away down the hall, taking the stairs quickly as those peals of laughter rang out again behind him - interrupted by an honest to god squeal.
Harry returned to the sitting room sofa with his little Leila, giving her hair a stroke and kissing her cheek. "Alright, things should be better now for us," he told her lightly.
Leila nodded, scrunching her face with great thought and focus. She turned to him and said, very quiet and serious, "Dad, when I get to be her age and it's my turn, I'll be a lot more considerate. You'll never have to worry about noisiness with me. I'll be as quiet as a mouse with whoever I want to shag."
"Thank you, sweetie," Harry said sincerely. "That's- definitely something to look forward to. But you know you're already quiet as a mouse. A very adorable little mouse. And I hope you stay that way."
Leila giggled. "OK, maybe there'll be some squeaking - even you and mum make some noises sometimes - but not much."
"I could tolerate a little bit of squeaking, yeah. Just...yeah...don't be like your sister," Harry said, only half joking. "Be good."
"I promise."
"Good." Harry gave Leila's arm a light little punch. She laughed and returned the gesture - with her prosthetic right arm. Harry rubbed his shoulder while keeping a smile on his face.
Daisy woke up in her bed in the morning - with a soft, warm body atop her.
She was honestly confused for a minute. Then she realized who it was - and everything came back to her.
Oh, right! I did that! We did that, we did that together! We did...so fucking much together!
Daisy rolled Jasper off of herself, surprisingly not waking the girl up at all (she must have been a heavy sleeper!), and got up from her bed with a tired yawn. A really, really tired one. She took a step- and stopped. She worked her legs, flexing muscles. She gave a small wince as she crossed her room for the door. She slipped out into the hall and made her way downstairs.
She stepped into the kitchen, and there daddy was.
"Morning, sweetheart," he said cautiously.
Daisy flashed a big smile and stalked past him to fill a glass of water. She downed it, then filled it again. She took a nice, deep breath and turned to him, leaning against the counter. "Morning, daddy!"
"How are you feeling?" he asked. "Or is it too soon to talk about it?"
"I...I had sex last night!" Daisy exclaimed.
"You did - I know."
"I had so much sex last night!" Daisy squealed, throwing herself at him and seizing to his arms. "My arms and legs are sore, even my neck a little, and don't even get me started on how my arse feels! I'm not going to be walking right for a week!"
Daddy let out a long breath, looking skyward. He gently pried her hands loose and looked her right in the eye. "Yeah, that- that happens, sweetie. Just drink your water and take it easy for a day or two, and it'll be fine. Okay?"
"Okay! But you know what? It was worth it!"
"I'm glad to hear that," he said earnestly. "I'm glad that it sounds like you had- a lot of fun with her. Did she have fun too?"
"I'm pretty sure she did."
"Good, then. Good. So- so you know, sometime soon you need to find time to talk to her about it all. Go over what happened, what you liked, what you didn't like. Maybe talk about what you might want to try next time. Ask her what she might want to do next time. Get her feelings on it all as well."
"We can do that today sometime," Daisy assured him quickly.
"Great. So...great! Good to hear."
"Oh, daddy, I wanted to ask you something!" Daisy stated, getting herself back on track with a slight flush.
"Ask."
"I want to get tattoos!"
"That wasn't a question, Daisy. But...you- you want tattoos?"
"Yes. Did you know that Jasper has tattoos?" Daisy elaborated with excitement. "Because she does! She has a big one right above her arse - I kissed it a whole bunch and-"
"Daisy, I don't need details! No- further information required, okay?"
"Well- fine! Anyways, she has that one, and she has one under her belly button!"
"Okay. So, your- partner has tattoos and you want them too."
"Yes! I've wanted tattoos for ages, you know. Edith had one! Okay, so it was to cover up her brand, but she still had it!"
"Right, you did mention that before..." Daddy nodded. "Why don't we sit and talk about this, then." He gestured to the table.
Daisy took her seat eagerly, impatiently watching daddy sit himself down across from her.
"So, tattoos...plural? You're thinking about getting several?" he opened up.
"Yes."
"Have you already thought about...images, colors, and...where you want them on your body?"
"Of course I have! I was thinking about it for hours last night. I have it all worked out."
"I figured you would," daddy said warmly.
Daisy glowed at his words.
"So - how about you tell me what you've been thinking?"
"Okay! Well, first off, I want a red skull with flowers and thorny vines all around it across my chest."
"Alright...what else?"
"I was thinking about more flowers and thorns down both my arms, from the shoulders all the way to my wrists."
"And...?"
"And I want to get a purple butterfly with black wings and I want to put it right on my left cheek!"
"Your left cheek? Erm, sweetie, do you mean your face here or-"
"No, I mean my buttocks, daddy."
Daddy was quiet for a minute. He nodded. "Okay. It's your body."
"And I want to get a red and black snake curled around my crotch, with like the mouth open and the fangs are about to bite me on my vulva. But it's like a side perspective, so you only see one eye and one fang."
Daddy let out a strained breath between his teeth. "It's your body," he repeated calmly. "But, sweetie, tattoos aren't just something you get because they- well- erm...alright, look: people have all kinds of reasons for...getting tattoos. Either because it's- it's art and they like how it looks, or because they want to- honor someone or something, or...to remind themselves of something or- or someone. Some people even get them because they just want to show off to the world. And any reason is...just as valid as any other. It's- it is your body, sweetie, you do what you want with it. But...with tattoos you need to really think it through first. Yeah?"
"I have thought it through! I want the skull and flowers on my chest because I'm still flat as a board and I can put the space to some good use for once-"
Daddy failed to hold back a chortle.
"-and I want the ones down my arms so I can, yes, show them off to people! And I want the one on my butt to remind me of my mother-"
"Err...you want a bum tattoo to- remind you of...of her?"
"Yes. She'd think it was funny," Daisy said, her chin raised at him in that way she had. That challenge. That waiting for a challenge. "I know she was evil and sadistic as hell, I know she was fucked up, I know she killed Sirius, and I know all the other horrible stuff she did. She killed Jasper's mum and dad, I haven't ever forgotten that - I keep expecting her to curse me for it, still. But the woman I got to know in the last few weeks before she died...and the girl Auntie Andy's told me stories about...that's the person I want to honor, daddy. Maybe not...the person she became, but...the person she was - or maybe could've been."
Daddy sat silently for a long time. Then he nodded. "Alright. You have thought it through. Erm, except- the last one? The one you want on your- your vulva? What're your reasons for that one?"
"I just think that one would look really, really silly," Daisy giggled. "And when I go to have sex with anyone, they're going to have to compete with that snake - or fear it!"
"Okayyyy..." Daddy drew the word out. "Right. That's as valid a reason as any, yeah. Sure..."
"So when can I get them?!"
"Sweetie...tattoos are expensive. And even with magic, there can be some pain and danger involved. Not a lot, but a little. I'm not sure your mum and I could...cough up the Galleons to get you so many big, detailed tattoos. Not all at once. We're actually starting to run low on funds lately; we might need to get part time jobs in the muggle world to keep up with food and activities and such. Convert some of it into galleons, too, with some Order contacts abroad. Anyways, so- so how about this: why don't we just get you one to start with? Just- pick which one you really want the most and we'll...see about that. Okay?"
Daisy pressed her lips tight, looking away. "Okay..."
Daddy came around the table and hugged her, and she felt a little better.
"I guess I can't get any piercings either yet, if it'll cost too much just for tattoos?" she said glumly.
"Well...do you have ideas for piercings, too?" Daddy asked, sounding like he was almost dreading it.
Daisy took some pleasure in her answer. "Yes."
Daddy sat down beside her. "Okay. Let's hear it."
"Well," Daisy began, smirking to herself. "I wanted to get one for each nipple, and then I was thinking about getting one on my belly, and also maybe one on my clitoral hood."
"There it is..." Daddy muttered.
"What was that, daddy?"
"Nothing - sorry, sweetie."
"I have it all figured out! I do! I thought some of the piercings could blend with the tattoos and look really pretty! I was thinking they could have gems in them, like rubies for the nipple piercings, so they could be the pupils of the red skull face! And if I get an amethyst piercing or a black jade one, I can make them the eye of the snake!"
"Well...errr...you definitely have- really thought this all out, sweetie. And that's- that's great. That's amazingly- good of you. But...yes, piercings like you want will be expensive as well. They're not as expensive as tattoos - especially if you were willing to go with Sticking Charm jewelry instead of permanent piercings - but they're still...they can be expensive too. Look, we just couldn't do...most of them. So, same deal as the tattoos, for now, sweetie: pick which one you want most, and we'll see about that one. Okay?"
"Okay," Daisy nodded. She was willing to accept that - for a start, if she really had to. But... "But I don't want stupid Sticking Charm jewelry! I want a real one! Sticking charms fade and it could get knocked off too easily when it starts getting weaker. It probably won't even stay in place half the time!"
"Alright, yes, we'll get you a real one," daddy assured her.
"When can I get them?" Daisy insisted.
Daddy sighed. "Erm, well...I promise you that your mum and I will look into it over the next couple weeks. And if you're really sure about what you want, you're going to be a part of that. But we'll- we'll talk about it. If you change your mind about anything, or the whole thing-"
"I won't."
"-if you do, it's going to be good for us to keep discussing it before we go through with it for you," daddy went on firmly. "Okay?"
"Okay." Daisy sat in silence a minute. Then, she spoke again, in a very light, casual tone. "Hey, daddy, did you know that nipple piercings can increase sensitivity for sexual pleasure?"
Daddy made a strangled noise, his face going bright red. "N-no, no- I- I didn't know that, Daisy. That's a- very interesting fact."
"I know! When I found out, it really made me want to do this." Daisy paused, relishing - holding... "Did you also know that the same thing is true for clitoral hood piercings? Jasper is going to love that one!"
"No...I did not know that before. And now I do know. Thank you so- so much, Daisy. But I don't think I need to know anything more!"
Daisy hugged her daddy, smirking to herself. "Thank you for always listening to what I have to say. I love you so much for that!"
"I love you too, sweetheart. So, so much. Every single day..."
Triumph blazed in Daisy's chest.
Still got it!