A/N: Sex scene warning.
Chapter 3: {We Will Talk After, I Promise} (updated)
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(A Few Days Later)
Jason stood in the parking lot leaning up against his car. A cup of decaffeinated coffee in his left hand. He could feel the warmth through his four fingers.
He had gotten off work about two hours ago. But he didn't go straight home, too much was on his mind. It was around eight at night. The sun was almost out of view.
Guilt and disgust about the thing that he'd done to Daisy two years ago, were present more than usual today. And he didn't know why today in particular, he was thinking about it more than he normally did.
It was only about once a week when the memories of his diabolical and evil thoughts that he'd had on that pirate ship, surfaced to torment him again.
He stared off at the beach.
There were a few people there. Jason saw several children and their parents.
Occasionally he wondered if he wanted to have a child or children with Daisy.
Would kids make me sane?
Make me normal?
Looking at an empty section of the beach, in his mind's eye, he imagined what that would look like.
With Daisy on one side and Jason on the other side with a little girl between the two of them. Holding their hands as they walked alongside the sea.
A little girl or boy. Doesn't matter to me.
Either one would remind me of Daisy every time I looked at their face.
But do I really deserve to create a family?
Would I be a good father?
A killer? A torturer? A rapist?
"No." He whispered to himself.
I don't want to push my luck.
I already got lucky once.
I made it back home. And with a new girlfriend.
No, the universe won't give me any more luck.
He also watched a few couples walk across the sand.
One couple, in particular, caught Jason's gaze.
Two teenagers, a boy and a girl, were holding each other's hands. The girl had bright blonde hair which was done up in a short ponytail. The boy's hair was short and brown, and somewhat unkempt.
Those two had reminded Jason about Daisy and himself one night. That night they too had been holding hands and walking along the sand beside the ocean.
Jason had smirked when he watched them walk by. He imagined that on that night when he was walking with Daisy, his hair had probably looked pretty messy as well.
The teenage couple were almost a mirror image of Jason and Daisy. Jason wished the best for them.
You should treat her like a queen young man. Don't drive her away. You don't want to lose her, to lose your sanity.
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After driving around town for a few hours, Jason came back home.
Jason knew that Daisy was still up and hadn't gone to bed yet. As he was pulling into the driveway, he saw a dim light glowing through the window shades.
Daisy had the television turned on and was probably sitting on the couch.
Daisy never followed any specific television series. She was the type of person that can flip through the channels to any show that was on and enjoy watching it. Even if she had no idea what the show's plot was about.
She could always find entertainment wherever she looked. And not just on the television. Daisy found joy in the little things.
Jason loved that about her. It was one of her many traits that he loved.
Just as he predicted, Daisy was right there on the couch.
"Hi there beautiful." Jason said as he walked over to the kitchen counter and laid down his keys on the countertop.
"There he is!" Daisy exclaimed.
"I'm glad your home." Daisy smiled at Jason. "Come over here, sit down with me. I've missed you."
What does that mean?
"Well, I'm here now. No more missing each other." Jason said looking at Daisy.
She must have just gotten done taking a shower. Sitting there with her legs crossed, Daisy was wearing her favorite pink bathrobe. A white towel wrapped on top of her head covering her long blonde hair.
"Alright, I coming." Jason gave her a smile in return. "Just let me get my work clothes off and I'll be right there.
He proceeded down the hallway. Once in their bedroom, Jason took off his shoes first then his tan kaki pants and his work t-shirt. The shirt had the company name of the hardware store that he worked at, festooned across the front.
Jason and Daisy shared one closet, which they divided into two halves. One half for each of them.
Inside his half of the closet, Jason had several plain white t-shirts. He chose one and put it on.
Jason was now only attired in a pair of plaid flannel boxers and a white shirt and his socks.
Jason turned the light off in the bedroom and started walking back to return back to Daisy.
He started walking towards the couch. Daisy had been sitting in the middle, but scooted herself down over to her left side of the couch to make room for Jason to sit down.
"What are you watching?" Jason inquired. He sat down on the couch to the right of Daisy.
"Oh, I have no idea." She chuckled slightly. "Something about this secret agent, or maybe he's a navy seal. Whatever, something like that. He is trying to catch this android who is pretending to be this dead guy. At least I think that's what is going on."
"You sound like a devoted fan. Thank goodness you're here with me, otherwise I wouldn't know what's going on." Jason said jokingly.
Daisy laughed at Jason's witty joke.
Jason looked over at her. Wondering how someone like him could be so lucky.
She then removed the towel that had been drying off damp hair. She laid in down to the right of her on the couch. Blonde hair fell down over her shoulders.
Daisy's hair wasn't naturally straight. Without using a straightening iron, her hair would remain slightly crinkled. Resembling long blonde zigzags, her hair would get ever more crooked the further away from her head that it extended.
Sometimes, Jason wondered why her hair was this way. Was it because of her weird Finnish genetics? Was it due to her DNA being a mixture of Asiatic people from the Ural mountains and Europeans, that culminated into Daisy having such uniquely beautiful blonde hair? Hair that made Jason weak in the knees each and every time he ran his fingers through it.
Daisy then crossed her legs. She rested her head on Jason's shoulder. Her hair was still a little wet, as Jason felt the water soak into his t-shirt.
He didn't mind it.
Cuddling with Daisy was something that he looked forward to every night. She would make all the problems that Jason was facing, disappear. Just so long as he held her close.
"So… you missed me, huh?" Jason asked. He put his right hand on her kneecap, massaging it gently.
"Oh you know it, I was a hysterical and nervous wreck before you walked through the door." Daisy smirked and said sarcastically. She turned to meet his gazing eyes.
Jason just continued to stare at her.
Daisy cocked her head sideways. "I think that we've lost connection to Jason's signal." Daisy joked. "Is he still in there?"
Jason could just barely she her right nipple through the opening on her robe where the two sides of the fleece textile met to be fastened together. Her perfectly sized areolas were beautiful enough that Jason could spend an entire day just staring at them.
"Of course I'm here." Jason answered.
"Well good." Daisy turned her face back towards the television. "I didn't want my boyfriend to go offline."
"Oh, so it's boyfriend now?" Jason asked as he lifted his right hand off Daisy's knee and used it to wrap around her skinny body.
After being pulled forward, Daisy's head then sat on Jason's belly. His slouched figure providing ample support for her head along with her scrunched up arms assisting her head.
"Hell yes. You're my B.F.B.B.F.F." Daisy said.
What the fuck is that acronym?
"I'm your… what?" A puzzled Jason asked.
Daisy defined the letters. "Best-Friend-And-Best-Boyfriend-Forever."
"Oh, I see." Jason said.
He felt his beard wit his left hand. All four fingers and one stump felt the exterior of his short beard.
"But wait, wouldn't it be B.F.A.B.B.F.?" Jason kidded.
Daisy giggled. "No one uses the and or the or in acronyms dummy. They don't call the F.B.I. the F.B.O.I.!"
"They do in S.W.A.T." Jason came back with.
He began stroking Daisy's hair with his right hand.
"Well… okay… yeah… but that's the exception. They just thought that S.W.A.T. sounded much cooler than boring S.W.T." Daisy scoffed.
"Come on. You know that I won the argument." Jason teased.
"Whatever." Daisy commented in an unserious an sarcastic tone.
Jason couldn't see her face but he assumed that she had rolled her blue eyes as she reluctantly admitted defeat.
I always enjoy this. The two of us fooling around making fun of each other and joking with each other. It's feels almost the same as when we were still just "best friends".
But it's better now. Because we are doing it as soulmates.
No more pretending that we don't love each other.
No more hiding our true feelings.
No more… secrets…
Well… except for…
Jason thought about all the things that he wanted to say.
Is now the right time for me to tell her the truth?
It never seemed like the right time. But what does the right time look like?
That's when he cravenly decided that it could wait for another day. So instead, he thought about discussing a less painful topic.
"Daisy, do you believe in magic? And I'm not messing around. I'm being serious." Jason spoke up.
"Magic? Where did that come from?" Daisy sounded confused.
"You know? Like back… there… when we were on the islands." He responded.
"Why are you thinking about that awful place?" Daisy asked sounding concerned. "You shouldn't be thinking about what happened back there."
"Daisy… I don't want to think about that place, but It's not my fault. It was just such an important part of my life that I unintentionally remember my times there every now and again. And I know that it was an important part in your life also." Jason explained.
Daisy didn't respond immediately. But a couple seconds later she did.
"Sorry Jason, I didn't mean to snap at you. I shouldn't have done that, you can keep going. I'm listening." Daisy pouted.
Jason bent his head down and kissed her right ear. "You're fine, no need to apologize."
He resumed his speech.
"It's just that well, there were things that happened to me there that I can't explain without sounding crazy. So, magic is the only word I can think of to use." Jason said.
He glanced down at the Rakyat tattoo on his left arm. He remembered how the ink would shift and change every other day. It had to of been magic.
On his right arm, he had a regular tattoo that he'd gotten when he was a stupid 18 year old. And it's industry standard tattoo ink didn't give off the same vibes and downright otherworldly feelings as the tattoo that Dennis had etched into his left arm.
That's when he thought that he'd show his tattoo to her to try and explain.
"Let me show you what I mean. Here, sit up for a second." He told Daisy.
"Okay." She said.
Daisy moved herself about the couch until she was sitting upright. Her loose hair hung over her face, so she used her hands to whip her hair back behind her head.
She sat up straight with her hands on the front edge of the couch cushions.
"So, about my tattoo-" He began, but what cut off when Daisy spoke.
"Hang on." Daisy said, and began to disrobe. "This thing is making me hot."
To his surprise, Daisy was stripping off her bath robe.
And her pink bathrobe was the only garment that stood between Daisy and her nude and natural state.
A completely nude blonde goddess now attracted Jason's attention. Her skinny hips, perky tits, and beautiful smile was enough to cause his manhood to harden.
But he couldn't let himself get distracted.
"Please continue." Daisy said as she leaned up real close to Jason.
She put both hands on his right leg. Holding herself up to look into his eyes, and ready to listen to the man that she loved speak his mind. Her straightened arms were pressing her smallish but nice, round, and perfect boobs together.
"Uh, Daisy… you're know that you are naked right?" Jason said.
He sounded like a teenage boy who'd just seen a girl naked for the very first time.
"You're very observant." She said sarcastically.
Why am I so surprised to see her this way?
It's probably the millionth time that she's been nude in front of him.
Horny.
She's horny.
That's what she meant when she said she'd missed me.
And I didn't know it until now. But I've missed her too.
Daisy…
The woman who was his older brother's girlfriend…
The woman who was just one month less from being an entire year older than Jason, but always looked five years younger than she really was.
Most people couldn't believe that she was twenty seven years old. As she looked like she had just turned twenty one.
But even with her youthful features, she always had a mature womanly presence to her appearance.
"So this tattoo… this isn't what it looked like when It was first put into my arm. It's changed quite a bit, but the weird thing is that no one ever added any new ink to it. It just… changed… somehow." He said.
He was pretending to not be distracted by Daisy's sexy nude body.
"That's… interesting." Daisy said.
Suddenly, Daisy put her right hand on top of Jason's boxers and grabbed Jason's dick. She slowly started stroking his half hard penis through his boxers, the thin fabric tickling the nerve endings of his cock head.
"So yeah, uh… you know… anyway. Everyday I would wake up to find that the tattoo had changed to have different animals on it and… uh…" Jason could barely manage to get out.
But he was compelled to stop talking. He was enjoying the pleasurable stimulation that Daisy was providing his manhood too much to think straight.
"You know… I think that you talk too much." Daisy's face pressed up to Jason's and she kissed his lips.
With Daisy slipping him tongue and continuing to give his rapidly hardening penis an over the pants handjob, Jason's world shrunk down to only include himself and his blonde lover.
Jason realized that she wasn't interested in anything right now other than fucking. But he twisted himself around and used his hand to gently pull Daisy's head off of his face.
"Hey… not that I don't enjoy this, but please promise me that we will continue this talk after." He pleaded.
Daisy grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on her breasts.
"We will talk after, I promise." She said breathing rapidly and getting herself excited for what she knew was coming next.
With her reassurance, Jason could enjoy this precious moment with the love of his life.
"Come here!" Jason enthusiastically expressed.
He jumped up from the couch and moved in front of Daisy. As she giggled, Jason squeezed the sides of her torso and lifted her up off the couch and into the air temporarily until her caught her before she descended all the way down.
He held her skinny ass cheeks in his hands as they kissed, tongue and all.
She wrapped her legs around his mid section with the elegance of a graceful gymnast.
Jason couldn't resist squeezing Daisy's scrawny but shapely butt. The love that Jason felt when he held this perfect woman in his arms couldn't be described in any language spoken by humans.
His erection hard as tungsten, was sticking out of the hole in the front of his boxers.
Daisy moaned as they kissed. Her hands clutching Jason's back. Jason was tickled by Daisy's fingers as they touched his distinguishing scars.
I don't care what everyone else in the world says about us.
Fuck them and all their rumors about us.
I know that people say that we were fucking each other back in the day. They say that I cheated on Liza and you on Grant.
But it's all lies.
We found each other after our trials and tribulations.
You're my girlfriend now, and that's all that matters.
The rest of the world can burn and get smashed to irreparable fragments and pieces of dust for all I care.
Me and you together, nothing else in the world matters.
Daisy pulled away from kissing Jason and looked him in the eyes she gave him a sweet schoolgirl smile. Her arms securely curled around Jason's neck.
"I love you so… so… so much." She said
"I love you too, now and always. And I've always been in love with you." Jason responded.
"Yeah, I've always known. You weren't subtle about hiding it." She gave him a smile.
Daisy wasn't very heavy, but even a strong young man like Jason couldn't hold onto her forever. As much as he'd like too.
He laid her down on the couch. Their couch was long enough to fit both their bodies as they laid stretched out.
Jason crawled on top her and said. "I thought that I did a good job of pretending."
His lip began kissing and sucking on Daisy's tender neck.
"Oh you fooled everyone… but me. I was just too smart for you." Daisy said in between her aroused and heavy breathing.
Jason didn't answer, he only continued to show Daisy's sweet neck all of his love.
Jason's left hand made its way down Daisy's fit swimmer's abdomen until it reached its destination of Daisy's pussy.
Warm and wet juices emerged from her wet pussy. Jason could feel the lubricating fluid on his four fingers and one stump as he lightly pinched her clitoris with his index finger and thumb.
And he kept teasing her clitoris until she started squealing out in pleasure.
Jason could feel the goosebumps springing up all over her body.
"That's it! Oh Jason… don't stop!" Daisy exclaimed.
Now it was Jason's time to give Daisy all that he had.
Jason moved down to the end of the couch as Daisy breathed heavily from her exhaustion due to Jason's relentless clitoral stimulation.
I want to taste her.
To show her my love.
Jason lifted Daisy's legs up and spread them apart to reveal her wet pussy. She had very short blonde pubic hair.
Jason could remember a time when she never had any hair between her legs. That was back when she swam professionally. But she now only swims recreationally. Jason would drop off supplies to Daisy and his other friends living in that cave. This included disposable razors. Daisy had never outright specifically asked Jason for shaving equipment. He just found a pack of razors and shaving cream one day and decided to throw it into a canvas bag along with other survival items.
After their sexual relationship started, Daisy began to let her pubic hair grow out just a little bit. She never let it grow unkempt. Jason knew that she used the same electric razor that he used for his beard, on her pubic hair. The type of electric razor with changeable bits so that one could trim their hair at their desired length. Daisy must have used the shortest bit on that razor to shave her pussy.
Once Jason had moved in with Daisy, their romance had begun. Well, not at first. Two weeks went by before the two best friends began having sex. Jason remembered that when he had been forced to rape her on Jay's pirate ship, Daisy's pussy had been completely shaven bald.
Jason honestly didn't mind her pubic hair. His own pubic hair was a chaotic mess of black curly hair. Daisy never appeared bothered by it.
But her days of professional swimming were behind her. In the months after she and everyone else had returned to America, Daisy had abruptly decided that she no longer had fire in her heart or the passion to swim competitively.
Jason had even asked her one day why she didn't care about her professional swimming career anymore.
And she explained it to him one night as she laid in his arms while they watched the stars of the night sky. She said that she no longer cared about winning. That the feeling of victory wasn't something that she yearned for anymore.
Jason wondered if, in some alternate reality where she wasn't ever traumatized by the Rook Islands, if she still would have lost her love for competitive swimming.
Maybe all that she had gone through. It might have been brutal feeling of losing someone she loved, or being kidnapped by sadistic lunatics.
Or maybe, because she had witnessed her best friend transform from a fun loving guy who she could count on and also laugh and talk about anything that was on their minds when they hung out, into an avenging psychopathic killer who turned his back on his friends just to continue down his selfish path of killing pirates and privateers for no other reason than his sick pleasure.
Jason's eager tongue explored Daisy's pussy. Her swollen clitoris proved to be irresistible to his mouth.
The pleasure of Daisy was always more important to Jason than his own. He knew that he would cum regardless of whether or not she did. But Jason always made it his responsibility to ensure that she did.
His hair was the victim of Daisy's wild fingers. Daisy held on to clumps of the hair on his head as she moaned out in magical pleasure. She was loud enough to wake the neighborhood.
I expect knocks on our front door soon.
Telling us to keep it down or that they want some peace and quiet here.
But the world outside the confines of their home could wait.
After several minutes of unending oral sex, Jason had no choice but to stop for a respite.
"Hang on. Just give me a second." Jason said.
He didn't know why he was so worn out and out of breath. All he'd done was lick Daisy's pussy.
On incredibly rare occasions, Jason would get winded and sapped of energy from the most miniscule of tasks. These occurrences only happened once every couple of months. He wasn't the most muscular or physically fit man in the universe. But he was no where near being considered out of shape. He had been the same man who had braved the jungle and had to trek many miles daily.
He sometimes theorized that possibly due to the many injuries he'd suffered, that somehow that was effecting him and hindering his stamina. Still in his mid twenties, he was by no means old.
But his battle scars and physical trauma that he'd endured may have created more lingering problems for his physicality. Only future will tell if all these factors cause him to have problems in the decades going forward.
I hope that I don't ever have to fight for my life again. And especially when I'm several decades older. My previous injuries may rear their ugly heads at that point in my life.
When Jason was a few years younger, he had considered enlisting in the Marine Corps of the United States of America. But had ultimately decided not to pursue that road in his life.
Though, he almost did it only to annoy his older brother Grant. Since Grant had enlisted in the Army branch of the United States of America's military, Jason liked to imagine Grant getting annoyed when he found out that his little brother had Joined up with the Marines.
Jason had to lean back on the couch while he found the energy to continue.
Maybe there's another reason for my tiredness.
Perhaps… a magical reason.
If magic really exists.
Jason had only be relaxing for a brief few seconds before Daisy was on top of him.
"Relax… it's your turn now." Daisy said in a sexy voice.
Without a word, Daisy grabbed his erection and guided it into her slippery womanhood.
"Just let me take care of you." Her blue eyes closed and she leaned in to kiss Jason.
She began vigorously riding up and down Jason's erect penis. She tipped her head back and began moaning with an open mouth.
As Jason watched Daisy bounce up and down, everything else in the room became a blur. The walls became empty, furniture faded away, and the only thing that his vision could see was his B.F.B.B.F.F.
Best friend and best boyfriend forever?
What a privilege.
His hands found themselves at home on her breasts. Squeezing them gentle enough as to not hurt her, but firmly enough to show her just how much he loved her.
Daisy had her eyes closed, but used her right had to feel around his arm until she found his hand.
Not the hand that was whole.
No.
But the hand that was less than fully fingered. His left hand.
With tenacity, she pulled his left hand up to her mouth and wrapped her warm lips around his stump of a ring finger.
This weirdly aroused him to a degree that he'd never experienced before. As this was the first time that Daisy had ever sucked on his stump.
But he couldn't be bombarded with anymore arousal. If Daisy didn't stop ramping up the sexual stakes, then Jason would be unable to prevent himself from ejaculating too soon.
And Daisy certainly was taking care of him. Jason had to muster his all the willpower available to him as to not cum until he felt Daisy have an orgasm.
A challenge that he accepted.
Do your worst Daisy. I'm ready. You aren't winning this round.
Jason couldn't remember a time when he'd failed to give Daisy an orgasm.
Well, except for our first…
I mean… technically our second time…
But we don't talk about either of them.
Minutes went by as the world's most beautiful woman in the world continued to bounce up and down on her lover's body.
Jason was in awe as he watched Daisy moan wildly each and every time she descended down his cock.
No guy's as lucky as I am. You'll still be the most beautiful woman in the world no matter how old you get. I won't ever look at you any differently than I am right now.
And I don't deserve you.
Jason was relieved when he felt Daisy's body go into overdrive.
Her pussy tightened and contracted around his boner, and he knew that she was cumming. Her moaning became less rapid and became slower paced, but louder at the same time.
And he couldn't resist any longer. He ejaculated inside of her. A breath of pleasure escaped from his mouth.
But seconds later, his pleasure turned to hypersensitive discomfort. Daisy didn't stop riding Jason. Either because she was too immersed in her orgasm or because she didn't notice Jason's discomfort.
His sensitive penis betrayed him and remained erect despite him ejaculating over a minute ago. He shouldn't have been able to stay erect after his orgasm, but his refractory period seemed to have been heavily delayed.
But his sensitivity hadn't been.
He clenched his teeth as Daisy's body continued its assault on Jason's overly ticklish and ultra sensitive penis. Particularly his dick head.
It is strange how much I both hate and love her relentless fucking. If my head gets tortured anymore, I may pass out.
She will get exhausted soon, she has to.
She must.
I don't know how much more of this leg shivering torture that I can endure.
To his relief, Daisy began to slow her riding down until she eventually stopped.
Daisy opened her eyes and pulled Jason's stump out of her sweet mouth. She held his mangled hand with both of her hands, she gave it a warm kiss.
Jason put his hands back on top of her breasts, and her hard nipples poked out between his middle fingers. Daisy purred as he massaged her boobs.
That's when Daisy grabbed his hand off her tits and slammed them up against the back of the couch.
Jason was now in a position that looked liked he was surrendering and at the mercy of his benevolent queen. After smiling a mischievous grin, she leaned forward and kissed her man passionately for what felt like a minute to Jason.
"Thank you." Daisy pulled her lips off of Jason's mouth. "I appreciate what you did for me."
Daisy wiggled her hips several times while Jason's dick had still been inside of her. That caused him to suck in air through clenched teeth, as his dick head's sensitive nature was proving detrimental to him.
Huh?
Thank you?
"For you? We both fucked each other." Jason was confused.
Daisy cupped his face with her soft hands. Short fingernails and warm fingertips coursed through Jason's short and scraggly beard.
Daisy gave him a cute smile.
"Yeah, but you were such a good sport." She said to him. In a patronizing tone that sounded like she was talking to a little puppy.
Jason felt his cheeks getting pinched by Daisy as if she was pinching a little baby's cheeks. She smirked and giggled sweetly as she pressed his cheeks together, which caused his lips to pop open.
"What are you talking about?" Jason asked through squeezed lips, which made his sentence come out in mumbles rather than words.
That's when the blonde beauty leaned in and whispered into his right ear.
"Thank you for letting me have my fun with you. I know how much you were suffering. But I liked feeling you squirming beneath me." She whispered in a mocking voice. Then gave him a short laugh.
Oh… you crazy, lovely psycho, you.
Her hair rubbed across his ear and cheek as she squeezed him hard with bear hug. Arms of his lover felt so nice around Jason's neck.
"Maybe warn me next time huh?" Jason jested.
"Where's the fun in that?" Daisy chuckled.
A momentary pause of silence eclipsed the two lovers as they just sat there hugging. The only sound either gave was the occasional hum which showed their pleasant content with one another.
"I love you. Now and always." Jason told her.
"I know. And I love you too. Now and always." Daisy returned.
Let's just stay like this forever. Time can pass us by.
Just as long as you and me are together. That's all that matters.
Daisy released Jason from her hug and quickly tickled his ear with her tongue. After that, she bent back to face him.
"It's time for us to get cleaned up." Daisy said.
"Yeah , yeah. You get up first though." He told her.
Daisy gracefully detached herself from Jason's lap. His flaccid penis slipped out of her vagina.
Now comes the clean up.
Whenever the two of them had sex, Jason never wore a condom. This was because Daisy was on birth control. She also never seemed bothered by Jason ejaculating inside of her.
Maybe she likes it to feel more real than it would if I wore protection.
It does make me feel closer to her. Like it somehow makes the unique connection that we share even stronger.
It's not just the sex that I enjoy.
Just being with Daisy… it makes me feel whole. Makes me feel sane. Like all my insanity has be taken away.
Makes me forget everything, as the only thing I'm focusing on is her.
Helps me block out some of the bad memories. But not all of them.
Jason watched Daisy walk around the couch until she was out of his sight. The sound of the shower turning on in background informed Jason that Daisy was about to take a shower.
And he smiled as he pictured her running her fingers through her delicate blonde hair. The sight of the soapy suds from her fruity shampoo running down her hair…
Jason imagined the wonderful feeling of holding her as the water hit their skin. The ridiculously long showers that they would take. Not turning off the water until it turned cold. And the two of them even found entertainment in the reading of their monthly water bill, and finding it hilarious at how much water they had wasted. An outrageous bill that Jason would gladly always pay for with his own money.
The price was always well worth it.
But soon Jason began to think about the darker and depressing side to their relationship. And the circumstances of its existence.
Every morning that I wake up and see Daisy laying next to me… it gives me both happiness… and sadness.
Because I always remember my brother.
I miss him every single day.
And I see him…
I see him every day.
Always…
I always see the blood spurting out of his neck, the selfless look in his eyes of only thinking about his brother's safety and disregarding his own fate. Just hoping that his younger brother would escape. That he would have a life. That he would live long enough to find happiness once again. To live to an old age, with many accomplishments under his belt that he would be proud of. To have a family with a woman that he loves. To never look back at his life and feel any regrets. To be normal.
It pains me.
The pain that I feel every time I have a reunion with that horrible memory, the memory of Grant dying in my arms…
It is too much.
If I could, I would tell him that I am sorry for everything. Sorry that I convinced everyone to go skydiving over those islands. Sorry that I had gotten him killed. And I'm sorry that I am in love with his girlfriend.
And I wish that I had been man enough to tell him the truth about how I felt about Daisy. But I was too much of a coward.
Even after I had killed Vaas and gotten my revenge, it didn't change anything. You were still gone. Vaas's death didn't change anything. His death was only a bittersweet conclusion.
Grant… if you're out there…
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for everything.
All these endless maudlin thoughts weren't doing him any good. He decided to take his mind off these sad thoughts and go join Daisy in the shower.
As Jason got up off the couch, he had completely forgotten about all the semen that had been left on his boxers and pubic hair.
This caused him to grin for a ridiculous reason. He was amazed at Daisy's ingenuity.
He had realized that Daisy had stayed on Jason's lap for as long as she did because she was giving all the cum time to coagulate on Jason. Thus leaving less for Daisy to clean out of herself in the shower.
That sly siren she-devil.
Jason cleaned himself off with a paper towel and tossed it in the garbage. His boxers he wadded up and pitched into the hamper along with his shirt and socks.
The dark hallway was illuminated by the light shining from their bedroom's adjoining bathroom. The only other bathroom in the house was the guest bathroom, but that only had a shower large enough for an individual.
As he walked through their bedroom, Jason stopped to look at the bed the he and Daisy shared.
He remembered when Daisy first invited Jason to come live with her. She had a kind heart and suggested that Jason may overcome his nightmares if he had stayed at her house. If they didn't sleep in the same bed, then Daisy could at the very least comfort Jason in the middle of the night after she'd been awoken by his rustling and screaming.
But after Jason asked her if he could sleep in the same bed with her, Daisy accepted. Nothing sexual happened for the first two weeks. Those two weeks only involved Daisy holding and Jason holding onto each other as they slept.
And whatever calming power Daisy had worked on Jason as the horror that he'd experienced during those nightmare's, had a lessened effect on him. But the nightmares never completely stopped.
He made his way into the bathroom.
"Come on in slowpoke!" Daisy stuck her hands out from behind the shower curtains and yanked Jason into the shower with her.
Laughs and kisses proceeded as the pair enjoyed their ridiculously long shower.
Both of them were apparently still a little horny, despite Jason not being physically capable of having intercourse with Daisy just yet. It was far too soon since his last orgasm for him to even attempt to get an erection any time soon.
But that in no way hindered the two soulmates from sensually rubbing each the other's naked body. While kissing her sweet lips, Jason had roughly massaged Daisy's firm breasts with his hands. He enjoyed the way her nipples stiffened and poked into the palms of his hands as he aroused her.
Jason had then pressed his chest up against Daisy's boobs as her gripped her entire body into a hug. Small and supple breasts pushed into Jason's scared torso.
The scars he'd collected from taking multiple wounds from bullets and blades came into contact with Daisy's intact and unscathed body. Her perfect skin was a sharp contrast to the polar opposite skin of Jason. His body's skin had been pierced and torn into, the same as a sharp knife slicing through thin cloth.
There's barely even an old Jason buried underneath these scars.
No more of the fuck around care free guy that I used to be.
Jason didn't care what people thought about him whenever they saw his scars out in public. Whenever he and Daisy went to the beach, and Jason had his shirt off, Jason always felt the eyes of bystanders beaming at him. His deep scars were impossible to hide.
On his arms, legs, and torso both front and back. He certainly didn't have the body of a catalog model. Only the type of body that caused children to stop and ask their parents " what's wrong with that man?"
The only possible remedy allotted to him, was to ignore the comments that he heard. As his body wasn't every going to change back to how it had been when he was a good looking young man.
"I'm closing my eyes now, I'll let you work on my hair." Daisy informed Jason.
Sometimes, rarely, when they showered, Daisy allowed Jason to massage shampoo into her hair while she stood still and relaxed. Like a spoiled princess.
And since he was doing said action right now, he figured now was a good time to talk to Daisy about what he was trying to before she rudely interrupted him with amazing sex.
"Can we talk now? Remember? You promised." Jason stood behind her as he massaged her scalp with all nine of his fingers.
"Sure. I'm listening. Just… make sure you pay attention to my hair while you talk to me about magic or whatever." The princess instructed.
For the next half an hour Jason and Daisy discussed magic. Jason did his best to explain the things that he had seen on the islands. How unnatural and downright unexplainable the things that had happened to him directly had been.
He talked about his tattoo, and how he could sense his enemies before he could see them.
He even brought up his awkward relationship with Citra. Daisy was all too aware of the fact that Citra and Jason had been fucking. He never tried to hide that from Daisy.
A few weeks after Jason had moved in with her, he had told Daisy all the explicit details of the relationship that he and Citra had engaged in. He explained to Daisy that he had told her everything about Citra because he didn't want to deny or keep secret his what he had done on those islands.
Both Daisy and Jason had been open with one another about wanting a romantic relationship. And Jason didn't feel that would be possible unless he came clean about Citra.
Was I cheating on Liza every time that I fucked Citra? Or had our relationship pretty much ended by then anyway?
I never actually told Liza that we were over and done as a couple at the same time that I was fooling around with Citra.
Does it really matter now?
Jason had been drifting ever further away from his friends, especially from Liza and Daisy. And Daisy was smart enough to realize that he had been leaving his friends regularly to visit Citra. So Daisy simply had to add the clues together. And Jason wasn't exactly subtle about his nightly escapades.
It was clear to everyone that Jason wasn't in his right mind.
And his out of mind state of psychosis was either a result of the herbal hallucinogenic drugs that Citra had been getting him addicted to, by tempting him with them every time he visited her. Or it might have been as simple as Jason simply feeling like he'd found his true purpose in life.
To be Citra's warrior.
And too his surprise, Daisy said that she didn't think what he was saying was completely crazy. Daisy wasn't religious at all, but she didn't disregard the idea that maybe their was a guiding power that controlled the universe.
She had mentioned to Jason, that one of the nights, when she had stuck her toes into the cool water of the cave under Dr. Earnhardt's house, she had felt a strange and tingling sensation run through her body. And it gave her a feeling of euphoria when she had been so grief-stricken about Grant's death for several days. And she had regained that crestfallen feeling the moment that she had taken her feet out of the water.
And she had mentioned something that he found interesting. That this happened during a full moon.
But after the long conversation, one thing lead to another, a couple of adventurous hands found themselves caressing the other's persons body, and Jason and Daisy had sex for a second time that night.
All without leaving the shower.
After Jason ejaculated inside of Daisy during their shower romance, she hadn't needed to leave the shower to clean herself off. As the two of them simply allowed the warm water erupting from the shower head to clean themselves of any remaining bodily fluid.
Even after the water went cold, the two lovers weren't deterred. As Daisy simply got out of the shower-bathtub once to flip the lights off, and jumped back on top of Jason. Pinning him down on the white plastic floor and rubber bath mat of the shower-bathtub.
And the two of them were so exhausted after two sessions of lovemaking that night, that they had fallen asleep inside of their bathtub-shower.
With the water turned off, they were too lethargic to bother moving to their bed, and decided to not to get up. Daisy had curled up on top of Jason as they both rested their bodies in a very uncomfortable position. But the simple fact that they were holding on to each other's naked bodies, was enough for them to ignore their minor discomfort.
And that night, in their unusual nocturnal place of rest, Jason had dreamt of many things.
One of his dreams was a pleasant one.
He dreamt of a beautiful sunny day at the beach. Jason and Menelik were playing a friendly game of beach volleyball against Liza and Daisy. Jason couldn't tell if the boys team or the girls team was winning. As everyone was simply having too much fun to keep score. Happy jeers and laughs filled that dream. Jason had felt so relaxed and stress free while being in the company of his friends and the company of the woman that he loved, Daisy.
His second dream wasn't pleasant.
He was taken back to that one night at the temple. The night when Citra gave him the knife and told him to choose a life with her or to save his friends. Jason relived the moment when he watched Citra get stabbed to death by an infuriated Dennis. He had been attempting to murder Jason with that rusted knife, but he had accidentally thrust his blade into Citra's abdomen when she jumped in front of Jason, thus saving his life and loosing her own.
Jason didn't know why he was dreaming about that night. This was the first time in two years that he had dreamt about that night.
Was it because he had discussed Citra with Daisy during their shower?
After his dream of Citra's temple, Jason woke up.
He didn't wake up in a terror or out of breath and screaming. But he woke up silently.
He hadn't woken Daisy up, as Jason could see Daisy laying on top of him. She was barely visible, as the only light on in the house was their bedroom light which peered through the crack of the partly opened door to the bathroom. And she was clearly still sleeping as Jason could hear her sweet snoring.
Daisy was snoring softly, which Jason always found to be so cute every time he woke up during the night and heard her beautiful nose make those noises.
Someday…
Someday I will tell you everything about that day.
It is the only secret that I've ever kept from you.
But not now.
Now I just want to hold onto you.
I love you Daisy.
And I will never stop loving you.
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(To Be Continued)
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A/N: This is the third "updated" chapter. I'm updating these chapters to give more personality to the characters. As their character traits didn't feel very refined in some of my older chapters.