#lilbie

daya smiled gently at nancy and nodded. "they are absolutely perfect as they are." she agreed and crossed her legs. "but i cannot go to the American public with secrets... or worse, do hide you away and then have you become this scandalous thing which you are not. you are my partner, there's nothing wrong with this... but they'll make it wrong." she explained and took a deep breath. "it's already hard being a candidate of color, but if they can use my sexuality against me - it's just... too much to manage in a campaign. so, i'd rather be upfront about being gay and being very much in love with you, get that out of the way and make it a non-issue as much as possible." she said with a small smile. "i want to continue being with you, nance."

pearl looked at her and felt a sadness overtake her. "yes, but the questions and rumors will never stop..." she explained and licked her lips. "i want to be your wife. i want... to just live." she explained and took a deep breath. "or at least, live together. i want... moments alone with you, not stolen kisses in dark alleyways." she explained and because of their living arrangements, they'd never even gone further than a heated make-out session in public. there just wasn't a place to... go further. "we need a place of our own. a flat. a... something because i can't take this much longer, nance." she admitted. "i need to be with you. properly."