Hello, it is Wednesday, and I am back with a new chapter! It has certainly been a James-centric month, hasn't it? :P My excuse is that April is the month that I headcanon him having his birthday! April 3rd, to be exact. But the truth is, last year was a challenging year and my brain loved delving into my forever favourite character and writing a lot of stories about him to escape a little bit every now and then :P Like my chapter The One Down By The Sea, I cannot decide whether this is an AU or not. It certainly would be a bit complicated if it happens in the regular universe! But by the end of it, it does hint towards stuff that is very much canon in me and Shannon's world. Like the chapter that I mentioned, this too focuses on the relationship of James and Misty's sister, Daisy. It also somehow focuses on other relationships that James has - and how he handles romantic relationships in general. I got bold with this one. I rarely hint too much at intimacy, but this one had to happen. A romantic twist on James x Daisy is a guilty pleasure of mine :P

James' eyes wandered towards the ceiling, a light layer of perspiration glistening on the back of his neck. His breath would not even out, and he was struggling to stop his heart rate from quivering. But he trusted that he would gain composure.

Eventually...

He had to...

He could not believe what had happened. He could and he could not. It was all a hazy blur like a drunken night. But for once, he was stone cold sober. One thing was for certain; what had happened had happened. That was clear from the way that his chest was still rising and falling, sweat laying on the back of his neck like dew kissing the tips of grass come the morning. His body was no longer the same. It had been shared with someone new.

What had happened, had happened. And Daisy now lay next to him in her bed. Underneath rumpled covers, she was trying to regain control over her own breath - and trying not to look at James too much.

Whatever he was thinking, he surely would soon tell her.

James was trying his best to come to terms with what had transpired between them now that it was over. The memory of her lips against his skin was fading away even if the lipstick turning him more flushed than usual was not. Her fingerprints lingered on him. His did on her. The allure of her long, tousled hair splaying across her own pillow as he showed her something entirely new yet part of her felt that he had been there before.

That they had been there before.

James' Adam's apple bobbed in his throat before he took an intentional, slow breath inward through his nostrils, trying to adjust his breathing for good and accept the reality. Resisting turning his head an inch or so to take in the silhouette of Daisy once more, he could not believe he had been so...

The right word did not greet him.

He did not feel as though as he had been careless. Everything he had done alongside Daisy; he had done with forethought. With care. Even tenderness despite the sheer passion which had surged through him from the minute she opened her front door to him, and he greeted her in quite a way.

James just could not believe it. Could not believe that he was so simple at heart after all. Quite so primal. Even if he had purposefully driven to Cerulean City to seek her and he had not acted out of recklessness, he still could not believe that he was there. That she was there. And the two of them had crossed that threshold together.

The side of James' hollow cheek beginning to lead the way, he turned to look across at Daisy adjusting to the reality that they had just painted together with their passion and immediately offered her a smile, his eyes slowly blinking as if he were a feline.

His smile was self-conscious. Shy. It was amazing how self-assured he could become when someone trusted him with their own vulnerability. But now that it was over, he appeared much more like his bashful self. Reserved. Hesitant.

His smile, however, was laced with a kind of quality that shone from within like a sunbeam. James trusted that Daisy would interpret it as kindness. She often saw straight through him.

But James soon noticed something else within her, and his breathing threatened to quicken all over again – in a different way – when he spied her tugging the duvet further over herself as she rolled onto her side to face him, propping herself up with her left arm.

Daisy told herself that she had seen that look before. And though the last thing she wanted was to face the truth after something quite wonderful, she knew that she would not be foolish enough to coddle herself with a lie.

She boldly set the conversation into motion.

"You regret what just happened between us, don't you?" Daisy observed, the hand of hers not disappearing underneath her as she propped herself up next to James on the mattress hitched the duvet further around her.

She did not add words to express that she was surprised because it was not the first time that they had fallen against each other in some way or another. But her eyes conveyed this even though they tried to appear brave. Steady. To appear ready for the truth whatever it was.

Though James' thoughts in his own head were beginning to blur into one like the never-ending days of a hazy summer, somehow a part of him existed that was clear-thinking enough to be able to effortlessly pluck at the truth inside of him.

He took a moment to check his own thoughts and the expression he had been conveying on his face then words fell out of him, and he spent no time trying to hoard them back.

James' own eyes expressed disagreement, even if his head did not swing from side to side.

"No. No." he began, Daisy's eyes searching for something to do and finding a brief purpose in momentarily flicking towards his flushed throat when his Adam's apple bobbed a second time. "What just happened between us was very wonderful."

There it was again. That smile. Eyes that were the hue of a meadow in the springtime momentarily fluttered together like wings of a creature that had emerged from a cocoon and that smile was painted across his face all over. Gentle. Kind.

But Daisy could not relax into trusting that it was sincere. Not even when James' warm palm unfurled, and his thumb reached to trace her face from being close to the tip of her earlobe before following down towards her jaw.

Daisy's lips pressed together as she had sensed hesitance in his touch, as if he were someone experiencing intimacy for the first time. That was different from the man that had knocked on her door more than an hour ago. An unrecognizable twin to the one that had kissed her before he even said hello to her and had hitched her up against his waist, carrying her up the stairs once she had given him the verbal encouragement to take her where they had both been too reticent to go before.

She did not need to push his insincere touch away because it fell like a browning, autumn leaf that was no longer filled with purpose. As she watched his own expression settle to back to what it had been before despite his best efforts, she suddenly realized that she did not know what he was thinking.

And that frightened her more than believing that he was brimming with regret.

"Then... What is it?" More hesitance took hold of Daisy's words this time. Perhaps James' own doubt had been transferred to her through his touch just like ardor had been in the other moments leading up to this one.

But Daisy still managed to get her own words out. It was true that she would rather be wounded by the truth than spellbound by a lie. That, however, did not mean that she found it easy. And she would not find it easy to face that all of what had happened could mean far more to her than it did for James.

She told herself that she could somehow tolerate it from anybody else. But not him. Not James.

It is funny how someone at one time or another can just be a name. And then, so suddenly, their name becomes one you want to whisper as you share your most intimate moments with them.

"It's complicated." James surprised himself by his words running out of him before he could stop them. Daisy was clued into this by him needing a couple more seconds ahead of these words no longer being alone. His silence was decorated by his thumb moving to trace across his own lower lip like it had broken the distance with her cheek. "I think I'm... too complicated."

James' admission was followed by a chuckle. Not a joyous one. But not like one that tumbled from a painted doll's rigid mouth either. Like the moment that they had broken apart from each other after only just discovering each other in a whole new way, his uncertain laugh was filled with vulnerability.

From still propping herself up by a bent elbow, Daisy watched James' own touch fall away from his mouth and his closed eyelid was massaged by his knuckle instead. For a rare occasion when she was in his proximity, irritation bit at her like a snarling hound.

She could not help but feel that James was not being honest with her. Even worse, he was not being honest with himself.

With his words that – in his mind and his heart had been mightily truthful – an old wound that had not fully healed had been ripped apart like stitches far from ready to dissolve.

Daisy began sitting herself up in bed. Out of habit, her upset wore the disguise of frustration.

"Will you just tell me?" she snapped towards James. Moving in sync with her but completely unintentionally, James sat up in her bed too, his rounded hand not being used to pull the duvet further around himself like was the case for her. "Or if you want to go, just go now. And don't stick around for weeks, pretending to care to just leave in the end anyway."

All James' words ran away from him and for a good few moments, they could not be enticed back even if he tried. A new kind of emptiness filled his chest that was vastly different to the unusual kind of adjustment that his mind and body had craved as his eyes had moved towards the ceiling, trying to regain his breath for the first time.

After Daisy's words had erupted from her, her usually soft eyes had squinted together with impatience and now that the duvet was wrapped firmly around her by the crook of her arm, her spare hand was able to rummage through her bangs for something to do.

She tried to find comfort there. But she had never been able to. Not really. Certainly not when her father had left her. And they would be rendered useless whenever James got up and left. Whether it was in the next five minutes or by morning.

James' heart felt oddly full and devoid of contents all at once when Daisy had set a different kind of vulnerability free than when she had bestowed herself upon him wholly. And peculiarly, it was as her heartrate was privately hammering in her ribcage and causing her chest to flush underneath the covers concealing her, that James noticed his own breathing was finally beginning to calm down.

He rested his head backwards against the headboard. One by one, all his muscles became softer. More than just his body unclenched as his eyes took in not just the shape of Daisy in bed with him.

James felt no qualms about setting his words free. The truth free. As if it were a feathered beings that's sole purpose was to soar.

"I wouldn't do that to you." he began. He forwent acknowledging that he had done that before. His eyes, however, spoke of it in between latching onto the face of Daisy, luring her own gaze in without even intending for this to be the case. "When I saw you approaching me at the bar yesterday evening, it was the first time in a long time that things have made sense."

Daisy's eyes resisted glancing towards the clock on the wall, confirming that the early hours of the morning were then upon them, and the first planted seed of their reunion technically had been sown yesterday to them.

Truthfully, her gaze could not move even if she wanted to. Despite it all, she could tell that James was not lying to her. It was a sense that fluttered in her ribcage.

Nevertheless, as her hand dropped away from her bangs and absentmindedly played with the material of the duvet wrapping around them both, she could not help but seek more reassurance.

"Really?" Daisy wondered. James did not like to laugh at her. Did not like to laugh in the face of any woman, whoever they were to him. But James could not hold this quiet reaction back from the second that the urge took over him.

Thankfully, it was punctuated by his hand reaching back out to Daisy all over again, this time his curled fingers taking the lead as he tapped her affectionately under the chin. Somehow this spoke of something between them more than if he had tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

His head presented a shake moving from side to side that should have been there while the back of his neck was still glistening with sweat. But better late than never.

If Daisy could know how he felt from the second that she walked towards him, indeed across the bar, then he believed that she would not doubt his words for a single second. If she could know how clear the path to him felt when he arrived back to his big, empty house with no one to greet him. No one to care whether he was there or not.

If only Daisy could know how much he had to resist smiling against her lips when he first kissed her again, let alone the ache that had entranced him like a spell when they had somehow managed to break themselves apart for a couple of minutes and he had come back from the washroom to see her smoking one of his cigarettes, leaning against the rails of her balcony.

The image of her silk robe hugging her body in the silvery light of the moon was not one that he would easily forget – and he would certainly not forget all that they had discovered themselves sharing with each other thanks to him joining her underneath the twinkling October sky!

He knew he would have felt the same about her whether she had shared herself with him or not. Though something quite primal had overtaken him and he had been surprised, he was still himself. Still delighted by a yearning look. A touch of a hand. A what if...? A what could possibly happen if...?

"I wouldn't do that to you." James confirmed, the smile disappearing from his face and even though a smirk threatened to replace it, it was only for just a second. Somehow, he was only able to reassure her with those words despite all the others fighting for their moment in the sun in his mind. "And I wouldn't do that to..."

Words that ran away from James without his permission existed this time. And they were those ones. His skin privately running icy cold despite their appearance being like that of a blush of a rose, it suddenly dawned on James the reason his thoughts had been so blurry and cyclical following a wonderful time with Daisy.

He was suddenly reminded that he was not his own being, as much as he was a man of his own thoughts and one that delighted in the fantasies that came with his own brain. He remembered that he was tied down. He belonged to another. Even if they did not want him anymore. Even if wedding rings now lingered on the ring rack in the kitchen rather than clinging adoringly onto a digit for dear life.

James had affections for another. Would always. And he could not believe that he had trodden down this path again.

"To Jessie?" Daisy was bold enough to bring a name to the light even if James was not. She saw his head bob up and down, the curtain-like bangs of his new, shorter hair falling into his eyes for a second or two before he sorted them out like a compulsion that rattled through him. Her own bangs moved as her brows plaited together. "I thought you had separated."

What combated the knot that formed in her stomach at the worry that James had not let his twenty something year old self fully go was pride that she had intentionally sounded these words out. She made sure they were a statement rather than growing desperate and questioning even if they had every right to be.

It would not be the first time that a man had pretended to be single to bed her! It certainly would not be the first time that James had pretended to her that he was not bound to others. Even if his motivation had not been so simple as to share time under the sheets.

James could sense the prickly throated fear of Daisy even if she were doing a magnificent job at concealing it. He did not hesitate to reassure her, though these words made the inside of his own throat feel like sandpaper.

"We had." James confirmed, wishing that he had not been so hasty to push his lavender bangs out of his eyes when a natural sadness overcame his gaze. But then he was occupied by correcting the situation, looking back over at Daisy. "Have." She tried to hide it, but her lips that were still being clung to by fading red lipstick could not help but quirk up in relief. "But... I trust there's someone you'll never lose feelings for either?"

Not that James would have the right words to admit it there and then, but there were a few people in his life that this sentence rung true for. And the honest truth was that it was not just his lingering feelings for his potential ex-wife that had caused him to be in disbelief over what he had done.

James was connected to so many whether he admitted it or not. And there was more than the one person that he could lose by admitting that he had enjoyed Daisy's company as well.

Daisy's nail polish adorned hand rose to her mouth, and she plucked at her lower lip for a couple of seconds before answering. She could see in those few seconds that James was not ready for her answer. Certainly not if he had not sensed it within her when he was usually so good at suspecting most things within her.

She decided that her answer, for once, would be short.

"Right." she agreed, her hand falling back away from her mouth but not daring to be so bold to reach out and touch him. Even if it did not have to mean anything other than bringing a natural comfort to herself that was often there when he was in her presence anyway.

Daisy's hand instead chose to fiddle with the duvet that was still cocooning them both in separate ways. It had been the home for their passion. And now was the sanctuary of their conversation.

Ostensibly, James found it easy to express himself when he was in there, whether it was through slow and intentional kisses trailing up her torso or it was looking into each other's eyes – a gaze flickering or steady – as other things transpired between them both and came to light.

"I really like you, Daisy." James blurted out. Such a straight-forward, simplistic confession for a man that she knew had the tongue of a poet and the innovation of an artist. But Daisy was hooked either way. She tried to hide her blush by scratching the end of her nose that wrinkled like her mother's when she laughed. "Really like being here with you." After years of lying and falsifying, how peculiar that truth was the driving force behind him trying to hurry his words along. "But..."

James came to a standstill. He was no longer meeting Daisy's gaze, and he had encouraged his curtain-like bangs to hang back over his forehead again, fiddling with them as he fought for the right words to say. The right sentiment to say. He had drawn a blank.

Fortunately, Daisy was there to help him.

It was a blessing that she knew him so well. This knowing had ebbed and flowed over the years. It had once been only knowing of him and his friendship with her little sister being the thing that bound them. Then they had found each other at a party. A little tipsy fling had turned into a summer fortnight of memories. It had ended badly like a lot the bonds of twenty-year-olds did.

Somehow, they had preserved a friendship. If he had been able to build a friendship with her little sister from scratch, then it was easy to understand how she and James had been able to cling onto something too!

He had always been around. Daisy admired him tremendously, not that she often showed it other than a private glance when he was not looking and the way that she came out with a kind of bluntness towards him that usually made other men quite put off but made him genuinely laugh!

She had always been fascinated by him, as much as she was reluctant to admit this given how fiercely loyal she was to his wife. He was a maverick. And she did not just mean from his fashion brand with Jessie – or when he became a tattoo artist. His very core was made like that of a visionary. The way he sat on a sofa with one leg lounging over the other. How rummaged at the back of his wardrobe in the morning. His flame from a lighter that licked the end of a cigarette. The books that littered any spare corner of his home. The music he revered. The way he gazed. The way he touched. The way he – hopefully – loved.

Yes, there was a lot to be fascinated by, in Daisy's mind. A lot to be drawn to. She could finish his sentences for him because she had used her film director's eye to watch him over the years. Daisy cared for him more than she could comfortably allow him to know.

"But you have a life with Jessie." While Daisy had been pondering her own thoughts, other kinds had been enticing James to look their way so because of this, when he heard her words, he nodded absentmindedly. He soon realized he would not have nodded if he had known. "A home. A career. Children, though they probably need you differently now. You have everything. And you can't throw that away."

So, why was Daisy lying in bed with him? Not in the sense that because it felt so right to be next to him. More like, why was James not realizing all that he could have waiting for him if he laid his heart on the line? Why was Daisy not encouraging him to give his marriage another try?

You see, even back then Daisy fathomed that it was not that straight forward. Even before James told her himself, she could see within him that he had the capacity to pine for somebody else but be genuinely happy lying next to a committed partner.

Another thing that Daisy could see was that he had stopped nodding, even if she had not noticed that he had been bobbing his head out of habit anyway. However, rather than trying to unravel why his gesture had come to a halt, she focused on listening to the words that came next.

James had his own words to say. Even if he had not been thinking of all of this until Daisy spelled it out to him – and had not been thinking of only this as the ecstasy of their explorations altered to a more earthbound state – he knew that they still rang true.

He was still married at heart. Even if he and Jessie had grown restless and the only thing they had agreed on recently was to separate. But even that had taken James falling apart before hesitantly granting his wife's wish.

"I can't have a life without Jessie." James suddenly agreed, still laying on his side, and anticipating the numbness within his body that would surely find him eventually. Rather than focusing on this, privately, he felt fascinated that he felt able to say this to Daisy and a wound would not be inflicted on her own heart. "I've spent far too long rebuilding my life with her and for our children to be tempted by a careless path once again."

Perhaps the first part of his words would not wound Daisy, but the second part had even more power to do this. Within that sentence, Daisy was told that – whatever this was – it was a one off. And no, James had not done it for the same reasons that had driven him to seek comfort in the arms of other women while in his twenties and still married.

But he acknowledged that it was a path that he had once stumbled down. And the repercussions of all that – well – in many ways he was still dealing with them. And in many ways, he would be dealing with them for the rest of his life.

As Daisy inadvertently pulled the covers more around her all over again, she felt the spiky thorns of hurt needling their way through her heart and an icy sensation pricking her skin that could only be from the coldness of disappointment.

She knew that James was not hers. Had never been hers. Would never be hers. He was merely someone to enjoy when he felt inclined to tread the same path as her and was someone to set free when the time was right.

She knew at some point she would try and encourage him to try things again with Jessie. After all, Daisy had seen what a broken family situation could do to people. She would be damned if she found herself being somebody that could stand in the way of a loving household.

But Daisy did not think that it would come to that. James may have never loved her and may never love her, but she could see even then his capacity for loving and the amount that he gave still was not his one hundred percent. He still had not been given the correct conditions to flourish. And she did not know if she would have the bravery to point him towards a word that she saw could suit him very nicely.

Though Daisy felt sore feelings making their way through her and making themselves known in a way that caused her to be thoughtfully silent for a couple of seconds, she still soon found her voice again.

And somehow, her question was even less laced with bitterness than it was with hurt.

"Is that really the reason that you wish to stay married? A good reason?" Daisy could not help but wonder. And then she was forced to watch James' expression change in front of her very eyes as his head turned closer to her than it had been since they stopped being intertwined.

Underneath his curtain-like bangs, his eyebrows plaited together, and she could sense a million questions racing through his mind even if they were so rapid-moving and blurring into one that she could not guess a cohesive one.

"What do you mean?" James gave her the chance to clarify. He also gave himself the chance to rectify the situation, to steady his expression and to stop looking at her so questioningly. In a manner that was so filled with pride.

He hated that, for a single second, he wondered why he was even seeking advice from her anyway, when she had far less success in long-term relationships than he had. But then, he was not too prideful to correct his thoughts with ones that that more often ran through his mind:

Anybody should be honored to be with her. To nurture her. To listen to her. To hear her wisdom.

Anybody would be lucky to form a union with Daisy.

He was lucky to have even a single second with her.

Daisy blew air out of her lips to buy herself time and it breezed her own bangs out of her face for a second or two. But then they settled over her forehead again. And she did not know why she hesitated when she suddenly realized that she had all the words inside of her long before the conversation even came up.

"Do you love her?" Daisy did not know whether to be surprised or unsurprised when, as James did not hesitate to nod, she did not feel a spiky wound embedding into the valves of her heart. "In love with her?"

Daisy knew that these were two things, both magical entities but different, nevertheless. She trusted that James possessed the same knowledge.

This time, she was purely unsurprised when she saw James promptly nodding his head a second time. But then she was left realizing that she did not know all when words followed with the same directness.

She watched the blush of a rose creep up from his chest to his neck with every word that he said.

So, Daisy thought to herself, it did not just occur when a touch was traced from place to place, and kisses moved like a dot to dot.

"Yes." James confirmed. He sensed that not only could he say the truth to Daisy all over again but to himself too. So, he added, his voice quietening down and his lower lip falling into his mouth in the middle of some of his words, proving just how much they were a part of him as the breath in his lungs or the beat of his heart. "It's times like this that I realize I love her truer now than I did when we were much younger."

James' ability to deliver the truth was not passed to Daisy because she had always possessed this. Since she was a little girl. But under those covers, it was a safe space to be prompted and to share honest conversation – just as it was to nurture lust and allow it to turn into something much deeper.

Even if it never made it past sunrise.

Daisy delivered these words to James. She hoped that they would be well received. Not just because she was wearing her heart on her sleeve. But because an invisible path was right up ahead, waiting for the right time to unravel.

"But you like being here with me?" Daisy asked, finally giving her arm a break from propping herself up only for her to place her arm back where it had been even if it ached. Her neck inclined softly to the side. James responded with his own care. It flowed out of him like an intentional river that served a far greater purpose than it could ever know. His eyes said it all. "You're glad you knocked at my door?"

This time, James did not chuckle at how clueless Daisy was to the feelings that ran through his veins. And this time, he did not nod either. James' eyes wordlessly locked onto hers and said everything that they needed to say and more. And then they switched up, that glossy eyed appearance of pining being swapped out for something different.

James' gaze had to dip from being able to look right into the heart of Daisy in return and his throat bobbed guiltily.

"Yes." he managed to say before his jaw contorted, his chest leading a blush to his neck that was different from before and that became apparent from the way that he closed the door on those eyes of his, a rare sighting of crow's feet showing themselves as his eyebrows firmly knotted together. "I don't know how I can have so many feelings at once."

It is amazing how James' eyes can express quite so many things. There and then, even though his eyelids were still closed, and it was the rest of his body doing the talking as he squirmed, it was clear that he was close to tears.

Like when he admitted to being complicated, these words here were a glimpse into his soul. Laughable to some people. Cringey to others. Eye roll worthy. But it was his truth at the time. And fortunately for him, the right person was hearing them.

Daisy had never wanted to reach out to him more, but timing was everything. A lot of things happened in her childhood that she wished she had never had to go through but despite some of the truly soul crushing moments, she was glad for the patience that she had crafted out of it.

Patience and carefulness were things she had taught herself that she was proud of. And they were both shown in that moment. To James.

She considered that then might not be the right time. But then she decided that she did not have all the answers. Would never have all the answers. And sometimes you just had to find out things. From being right. Or making a mistake.

Daisy's heart reached out to James as he revealed a tender part of himself to her before her touch did. But it was soon both things to be breaking the distance with him after she had listened attentively. The touch of her hand began by resting against his shoulder and because she felt him relaxing – relinquishing – from the second that her warm hand brushed his even warmer skin; she knew that her hand did not have to be alone.

Daisy's other hand moved to the side of his hollow cheek and after she felt him instantly brushing his cheekbone and then his nose against her and with slowness, she knew that she was to encourage him even closer to her. Pull her even closer to him. So, that is what she did.

James melted against their closeness and the welcomed embrace with Daisy and from the second that she moved to lie back down and he was pulled on top of her once more, the nuzzling motion of his face switched from her hand to being against her face, his nose brushing against hers ahead of his forehead setting a home against her own one.

Yes, everything had made sense when she greeted him at the bar. And now everything made even more sense as she pulled him to her and her legs moved, making even more room for him than before.

Her lips parted in the next second too. And her words were spoken with nothing but kindness despite their boldness.

"You really need to stop tackling the same problems with old solutions that don't work." Daisy advised him and then all that could be heard from him in response was the agreeing noise – the sincere albeit weary agreeing noise of mmm - in the second before James found his lips back upon Daisy's.

Problems and their solutions could wait.

Everything made sense when she spelled it out for him. Everything made sense when things did not have to make sense at all.

And with that, from the second that James' lips pressed against Daisy's, one hand cupped underneath her chin and the other intertwined with a hand that was raised above her head, the other feeling the back of his shorter locks that would soon be kissed with dew once more.

James had been given so much to think about. Daisy too, really. But for the time being, all that could wait. It would not be long until the sun rose. And the light of day would give them even more problems and even more solutions than they knew what to do with.

How funny it was that Daisy said that he needed to stop with the old solutions. It certainly seemed that he was aiding things in his old ways! But the truth was, she had planted a seed. It would take more words and conversations before a green shoot would begin to appear. Nurtured by the openness of Jessie. The curiosity of Jordan.

Daisy may have planted the seed, but it was her mother that made it bloom.

But either way, she was right. A new way of thinking – living – just needed to be embraced.

On that day as the clock crept further and further away from midnight and broke the distance with a beautiful sunrise, tomorrow really began that day. But for the time being, two souls found their way back together in the expression of skin brushing against skin. And James' thoughts were only on Daisy as he found himself lost in her and their expression of whatever it was that they had found together.

Behind her closed eyelids, her eyes shone and perhaps they shone for him and him alone.

He may be gone by morning. But their place in each other's lives had been secured more so than ever. The path had been laid. And it was time for many people to join hands and venture into the unknown.

The End.

There you go, thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :) I like to think that I am probably one of the only people ever to pair James x Daisy together. I would love to know if that unusual dynamic is out there :P I really did enjoy my time editing this one. Like I mentioned above, I really do like the dynamic between these two characters, whether it's in a romantic or platonic way. I do think there is a lot of love there. And they are always on the sidelines for each other, aiding each other's transformation in life. It's interesting to think that James would not have realised that a polyamorous marriage would suit him and Jessie without this conversation with Daisy. I don't think she quite anticipates that it's her mother that he has his eye on... Yeah - maybe this chapter needs to be an AU xD Thanks again for reading and I will be back on the 28th with Misty's Memoirs. Maybe I will see you there!

Amy signing out :P