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‘ crisis averted— the interns just forgot how to work the laptop, though i dunno - who doesn’t like a constant loop of too ra loo ra too ra loo rye aye in the morning? this town needs a better sense of humor, ’ the words spill from her lips rapidly, as if she’s been waiting to voice every little thought she’d had all day until she saw bennett… which is exactly the case, actually. she hides a grin against his shoulder, teeth grazing the warm skin. ‘ i gave them the night off, so what do you say to a night to ourselves in the studio? you, me, pizza, fooling around between songs, ’ she tightens her grip around him, a rosy hue swelling over her cheeks that’s buried into the crook of his neck. ‘ i miss you too much when i work the night shift. ’ evidenced by the many songs dedicated to him through the night, almost all of them completely embarrassing. finally allowing her toes to meet the cushioned sand beneath them, daisy wastes no time stealing a deep kiss from her boyfriend - no, she was not gonna get over that anytime soon. ‘ i know you hate to be embarrassed in front of all the cool kids, but i think it’s time to accept that they’ll never let us into their clique. those hipsters, ’ she sighs dramatically, casting a glance at the cluster of round-bellied elders that they aspired to be. ‘ what about you, champ? what’s kept you busy all day? ’
positives and negatives and everything in between. he's a lovesick fool, his fingers finding their way into her hair and his palm cupping the nape of her neck as he holds her near and dear, listening intently to the silly little diddy that comes spilling past daisy's lips. "that's our song," he says flatly, knowing full well their actual song is some whiney tune by taylor swift they both know by heart. "i'll only go if you let me play the cha-cha slide and watch me do the dance. better yet, a lapdance to mr c's classic. promise me that and i'm all yours." he'll be there regardless, toting along all the fast food he can carry with a plush blanket tucked under his arm for whenever they start to feel sleepy. riley bennett is nothing if not prepared. the boy scouts would've loved him. bennett lets daisy down gingerly, but his hands never leave her skin as his fingers find hers and intertwine together easily, naturally. they kiss soft and slow and sweet, and bennett finds himself chasing daisy's lips the moment she pulls away. he steals one more chaste peck, then takes a step back, deeper into the crisp water. "aside from missing you? not much else. marge had an appointment today with the vet and gave the poor woman hell, but i warned 'em she doesn't like her tail touched. then i came here. on time, mind you." he tugs daisy closer, delighting in the way the water splashes at her ankles. "c'mon. double dog dare you to dive in."
