So please don't take my feelings\\\

Seeing Daisy slide into his vision put a grin on Rich’s lips; it was such a Daisy type of entrance, especially wearing his clothes. He would have been able to forget that she owned other clothes if they weren’t all in the boxes around his apartment. They needed to get around to unpacking those, Rich was getting tired of tripping over them at night when he goes to get some water from the kitchen. His toes could only take so much. 

“Yeah, I accidentally booked my flight the day before we were meant to come home.” He told her, yes it was a lie but it was also such a Rich thing to do she would no doubt believe him. As he dropped his bag on the floor to give Daisy a hug, he noticed her biting her lip, and the next words that left her mouth made him feel like his heart had dropped. “Okay,” He began, dragging the word out slightly. “Who?” He asked, raising his brow at her. 

Daisy smirked at his reply, keeping her eyes on the floor as the puppy waited eagerly to run into the room. She already had him decently trained, though he also looked like he might be about to pee on the floor. “Again, don’t be mad, but he kept following me around and I just kind’ve fell in love.” she waved her hand and the puppy came running in, sliding and crashing against her feet before noticing Rich and barreling towards him.

The ring was in his jacket pocket, and Rich swore he could feel it. He was so aware of it, he was sure everyone around him was too. He needed to calm down or he was going to blow it all. He wanted this to be a surprise and see Daisy’s face when he asks. Sure, they hadn’t spoke about marriage, he wasn’t completely sure if that was what Daisy wanted but it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? The worst thing she could do would say no…which would be kind of a downer but as long as they could both completely forget he ever asked, they’d be good, right? Right…

As Rich entered the lift, he could feel himself sweating. Daisy was going to figure out he was up to something. It’s okay, if she asks, he decided to take the stairs. It was then Rich realised he hadn’t planned anything special at all. Was he just going to…get down on one knee and ask? Now he was getting lost in his thoughts. Was this a good idea? Had he thought this through enough? Marriage was a big deal. ‘Marriage’, a word never thought he’d feel stressed about until now. No, he did want this. It would be him and Daisy, the same as always but with a fancier title. Would she take his last name? Should he take hers? Now he was getting excited, and a small smile appeared on his face. He was sure he looked insane in the elevator camera, but he didn’t care. He was going to ask the love of his life to marry him. 

Opening the door, there was no immediate sign of Daisy. A bunch of her boxes were still lying around, they hadn’t gotten to opening them yet. “Dais?” He asked into the apartment, pulling his suitcase into the room and closing the door, feeling his jacket to triple check the ring was still there. 

@herizen-daisy

“You need to be a good little boy, okay perrito? Your daddy is coming home in a few days and he doesn’t know about you yet and-” The dog let out a small bark, causing Daisy to reach out and stroke the little guy, who quickly bounded into her arms. Surely the whole peeing at loud noises thing would stop once the poor baby grew up a bit, she hoped. Until that happened though she coated the floor of their bedroom in those paper pee pads. 

He wasn’t barking for no reason, Daisy heard the front door open and froze for a moment. In a building like the Ragnatela, you couldn’t always be sure it was someone who should have a key opening your door. When she heard Rich call her name she drew a breath of relief and stood, the dog wagged his tail at her feet. 

The house had been lonely without him, hell her whole life was lonely without him. She loved Rosita dearly, but the girl could only stand so sad sighs and whining from Daisy before she would surely snap. It almost felt like a weakness, Daisy needed Rich now to sleep calmly, to cook happily, to breathe fully. She called Gen to talk about it and her sister had been mysteriously silent, just smirking occasionally and nodding, not saying anything at all though she clearly knew something Daisy didn’t. 

So she’d been walking home from early morning and found this lil munchkin sleeping behind a dumpster and whether it was Rich being gone or Gen’s motherly affect on her or divine fucking intervention, she’d picked up the little guy who’d stayed asleep in her arms and brought him home to feed him and well now she had a dog. 

They got along well, though she couldn’t think of a name for the pup, or didn’t want to without Rich’s input, they were already fast friends. He fell asleep in her lap while she watched TV, slept next to her chest at night, walked with her on the beach and shared a hot dog with her on the pier. He was like a little mini furry boyfriend. 

Still he was no comparison for the man missing from her life. And Daisy missed more than just Rich’s closeness and his personality. They’d been apart not more than 16 hours before Daisy was already sending him all her dirty thoughts. She managed to actually gather some restraint, pouring her fantasies into reading, and then when that got boring, or in her professional experience horribly inaccurate, writing. Though the only person who knew about that so far was Rosita, and now her puppy, who as if reading her dirty thoughts, or perhaps seeing her breath pick up and her chest heave at her own words, judged her from a small pillow on the floor while she typed madly and eventually let a hand slip under the waistband of her shorts. 

Needless to say, hearing the door open unexpectedly was the very good kind of surprise. 

“You’re home!” She cheered, sliding across the floor on her socks as she rushed to see him. She’d wanted to be dressed up for him, but she was in underwear (cute cotton boy short ones, not her usually sexy fare) and his shirt, which luckily still smelled like him. Her smile didn’t drop as confusion spread over her eyes, “You’re early?” 

It took Rich a moment to realise how his question could have sounded, and it wasn’t until Daisy had offered to go back to her apartment that he realised. Of course he would be able to ruin what was supposed to be a nice moment. “Shit, no!” He said almost the moment after she stopped talking. “That’s not what I meant at all,” He told her, chuckling slightly to himself. Was he ever going to be able to say something right? If he’s not unintentionally telling someone that he wished they’d drown, he’s accidentally kicking his girlfriend out. 

“God, I sure now how to ruin stuff, huh?” Rich asked, running his hand through his hair. “What I was gonna say is, since you’re here so much, why don’t we make it official, you know? How about you move in with me?” The suggestion put a grin on his face and he looked over at his girlfriend. “Daisy, will you move in with me?” He asked, praying the moment hadn’t been ruined too much by his stupid mouth going too fast for his brain. 

She chuckled, a tired smile braking over her lips as he self-corrected, “I figured it wasn’t.” He was so flustered and cute, she could hardly help herself. She put her drink down and wrapped her arms around his neck. “No, you didn’t ruin it, baby. You just put your own special little twist on it is all.” 

It took Rich a moment to realise how his question could have sounded, and it wasn’t until Daisy had offered to go back to her apartment that he realised. Of course he would be able to ruin what was supposed to be a nice moment. “Shit, no!” He said almost the moment after she stopped talking. “That’s not what I meant at all,” He told her, chuckling slightly to himself. Was he ever going to be able to say something right? If he’s not unintentionally telling someone that he wished they’d drown, he’s accidentally kicking his girlfriend out. 

“God, I sure now how to ruin stuff, huh?” Rich asked, running his hand through his hair. “What I was gonna say is, since you’re here so much, why don’t we make it official, you know? How about you move in with me?” The suggestion put a grin on his face and he looked over at his girlfriend. “Daisy, will you move in with me?” He asked, praying the moment hadn’t been ruined too much by his stupid mouth going too fast for his brain. 

She just stared at him for a moment, a smile forming on her lips. She wouldn’t have been surprised to learn she actually heart shapes in her eyes. Her hand reached up to his face and stroked his cheek. “Awww, baby, you couldn’t ruin anything! You’re perfect.” She kissed him quickly, “Of course I will live with you, nothing could make me happier.” She kissed him deeper, still riding the high of her latest night at work. 

Rich’s apartment was currently undergoing one of its extremely messy spells. Christmas decorations were still up along with a few empty beer cans from New Years Eve. He also hadn’t seen the floor in a few days as it was covered with clothes. After getting fed up of living in a pig sty, he decided it was time for an early Spring clean. 

Taking the decorations down took longer than he anticipated, it was mainly the blu tack that caused most of the issues. After they were down though, everything else was pretty quick. He threw most things in trash bags, and by the end of that he had three trash bags full of beer cans, pizza boxes and takeout trays. Now was time for the clothes. 

Initially, Rich noticed only a few items of Daisy’s clothes, so he put them in a little pile at the side. However, as time went on he found that Daisy’s clothes pile was almost as big as his own. God, that girl was messy sometimes. He’d be surprised if she even had any clothes in her own apartment. Then he thought, when was the last time Daisy was at her own apartment? it never bothered him having her here, not at all, but it still made him think. 

It was then that Daisy stumbled into his apartment, a new tradition of hers seemed to be having a drink with Rosita after her shift. “Hey babe.” He greeted, moving the trash bags out of the way so she didn’t trip over them. “Can I asked you something?” He enquired, pouring a glass of water and handing it to her. “When was the last time you spent a night in your own apartment?”

It was one morning or so, which was a conservative time for Daisy to be getting back home lately. Usually, she was out all night with Rosita and a few of her other employees, enjoying her wild nights and enjoying even more that they were followed by comfortable, quiet days at home. She was studying and completing school, talked to Gen at least every other day, and she had the world’s greatest boyfriend. Every night felt like a celebration of how happy she had managed to become over the last few months. 

She didn’t even give it a second thought when she walked into Rich’s apartment and dropped her shoes to the ground, abandoning them when she decided to walk home on the beach. She’d put them away later... probably. It wasn’t as if Rich minded, most likely. At least, that was until he spoke up.

For a moment, she looked around the apartment, it was a cleaner than usual, which made her wonder if it was only a mess because she was here so often. “Um... I guess it’s been a while. No reason to really go there since I always seem to end up here,” She laughed nervously. “No reason to go home and change when I end up coming here to have you rip my clothes off anyways.” She got a drink from the fridge and paused, suddenly feeling like she should’ve asked before taking. “Did you want me to go back there tonight? I could I’d just need to grab my stuff, well, some of it, though you seem to have done that... um... do you want some time alone or something?” 

As Daisy turned away from him, Rich’s eyes locked onto her back. Even without her face in view, she still looked incredible. He had to remind himself daily how lucky he was. Someone as wonderful as Daisy managed to end up with a dork like him. He let out a sigh as she ignored his requests and took a seat, ready to admit defeat.

When Daisy spoke, Rich perked up. He rolled his eyes playfully at her response, but did as he was told and stayed in his seat. The anticipation was killing him, and he was excited to see whatever she was planning. Whether it was to walk out in a new ensemble or naked, he looked forward to it. Once she pulled the curtain back, he sat back in the chair and leaned against his hand. “You’re killing me, Herizen.” He told her, mumbling into his hand.

She ignored him again, first walking out and looking at herself in the mirror, the idea of torturing him so sweetly was too goo to resist. But she didn’t want him to suffer too much. She fixed her hair, letting it cascade down her back, before turning to him and walking over to where he sat dutifully in his chair. “What do you think of this one?” She asked, her fingers running down the exposed skin of her chest as she looked at him innocently, as if that was a look that was ever believable on her. She worked hard to make it convincing though. 

Rich’s hands immediately went to Daisy’s hips and he pulled her closer to him, enjoying the sensation he felt as she kissed him back. He;d wanted to do this all day, yet he was proud of himself for holding out for so long. As he pulled away, he almost complained but her finger was on his lips so he kept them shut, ready to see what she was about to do. As she started to back away from him, he remained in his place, narrowing his eyes as her. 

Listening to her talk was turning him on so much more. The innocence in her voice contradicted the words coming out of her mouth, he could feel his heart beat begin to increase. “I always want you that badly.” He confessed, though he was sure she already knew that. Adrenaline began to pump through his body at the idea of taking her here and now. “Now, are you going to let me fuck you, or are you going to carry on being difficult?” He asked, a small chuckle coming from his lips, followed by his usual dorky smile.

Every word he said brought a smile to her lips and sent warmth surging through her body. She always wanted him too, she doubt she hid that well from him, or anyone else on the planet, but it was nice to pretend for a moment. While she turned away, giving him a view of the back of the outfit, the barely existent back, she surveyed the area for where exactly their could have sex comfortably, creatively, and hopefully, not too loudly. 

As Daisy changed, Rich felt his impatience grow. He tapped his foot against the carpet, waiting to see how she looked. He already knew she would look astonishing in it, she looked amazing in anything and everything. It was obvious she was playing a little game by taking her time, and he watched each item of her clothing hit the floor. It was difficult, but Rich was able to play along with her by seeming like he was waiting patiently.

At Daisy finally revealed herself, Rich’s eyes widened. It was such a Daisy sort of outfit - if you could really call it an outfit. She looked stunning, but he couldn’t stop a wave of disappointment wash over him as she ignored him and began to check herself out. Remaining seated, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Watching as she posed in front of the mirror, Rich found himself standing up and walking up behind her. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her from the pedestal so she was on level with him. “Take it off.” He instructed before crashing his lips against hers. As much as he would love to, he had no idea where he would start, and would most likely tear it and have to buy it.

It took him longer than anticipated to come grab her and kiss her, but once he, did she still felt like playing her little game. She allowed him to kiss her, returning it with full force to match, and ran her bare leg along the fabric of his jeans as her arms twisted around his shoulders. Then she pulled away, just a little, their bodies still terrible close together, and put her hands on his lips, “Now, now, Richard,” She teased, her hand running down his body, equal parts pushing him away gently and roughly running her fingers down his chest. “Can’t you wait till we get home, to have me all to yourself?” She continued, backing away from him slightly. 

The images that Daisy was putting in Rich’s mind were hard to ignore. He wished they were home now, so he could do whatever he wanted to her. However, he thought best they stay. Then, she could get the clothing she needed to in order to create the image Rich had in his head. He managed to keep his face calm and contained, despite the fact he was dying to rip her clothes off there and then.

As the entered the changing room, Rich took a seat in the chair as he waited for Daisy to put on a show for him. He looked at the clothing she had thrown into his arms, deciding which one she should try on first. He was torn between a lacy black outfit or the latest ensemble she gave to him. “This one,” He said, finally making a decision, handing her the black outfit. “I think this one is my favourite so far. Let’s see if it lives up to my expectations.” He told her, giving her a smirk. 

She cocked an eyebrow as he issued his challenge. Daisy knew full well she surpassed everyone one of his fantasies just by breathing but still, he knew how to rile her up and she appreciated that. Taking the first outfit from his hands, she sauntered away and pulled the curtain shut, taking her time changing and making him wait. But she wouldn’t let him off that easy. 

Rich saw Daisy’s mood lighten even more, so Victoria Secret was a definite go. There are some addictions worth feeding, and Daisy’s addiction to lingerie was one of them. Not only did it benefit her, it benefited Rich himself. Win-win. His brow quirked at her offer. “So, something thin and barely visible? I’m sure I could be of some help then.” He grinned as the two walked in the direction of the store.

He was glad to see how Daisy’s mood had flipped. When they were leaving to come to get their eyes tested, she seemed disinterested and moody, now he was sure he could see a skip in her step. After being told that she would need glasses, he thought he’d be getting the silent treatment until way after they were home. As they reached the store, he let go of her hand, signalling to let her roam free and for him to follow behind and become a human shopping basket.

“Thin and barely visible? That’s a good place to start.” She agreed, walking into the store and running her fingertips over the soft fabrics. “I’m also thinking lots of see-through options with little appliques covering all the naughty bits. And maybe, if you’re lucky, a full outfit with garters and knee highs and the whole to do.” She cast her eyes over her shoulder, dying to see his reaction at the thought of her dressed in such a way.