r e c k l e s s

reckless, adjective - heedless of danger or the consequences of one's actions; rash or impetuous.

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daisyxcooper:

Daisy just chuckled, shaking her head. “Nope, I’m pretty sure part of the marriage thing mean I have to never have your back again.” She teased, as if they had been together forever. She was grateful to know that she wouldn’t have to be alone at all. Everything seemed a little less overwhelming with the thought of Scarlett by her side. She returned the smile, holding eye contact for a beat too long, when they had company. Turning back to Liam, she grinned. “She’s right, nothing is better than a free bar.” Saying goodbye, she followed Scarlett towards the bar. She knew that this was only for one more night, but she hoped it was a long night. She didn’t want to have to give up the company of Scarlett. Of course, it could be more than a night, if her wife agreed to stay married to her, but she wasn’t sure still how to bring that up, without seeming controlling.

At Scarlett’s words, she felt herself flush pink. She just nodded at first, unable to string a coherent sentence together. As the champagne was handed to her, she smiled her thanks, before turning back to Scar. “Well, I suppose we do need to have a wedding night to remember, still.” She flirted back, not taking her eyes off Scarlett as she took a sip of the drink. She was clearly just getting into her role. She was playing it to the best she could. Mostly due to the fact that it was total method acting and she wanted to be able to drag the other woman off to be alone. But, they had things to do before that could happen. If that could happen. She couldn’t get ahead of herself. “We can’t leave until every person in this room sees just how stunning you look, and just how unavailable you are.” She smirked, totally cocky in the belief that she definitely had the best looking date of the night.

It was a wonder Scar hadn’t pinched herself yet to make sure she wasn’t dreaming the entire situation. But even Scarlett’s brain wasn’t this imaginative. A drunk marriage in Vegas to a beautiful woman who had agreed to keep her company at a wedding she didn’t know anyone at? It had to be reality, just because it was too unthinkable to be anything else. “Go back to where we last remember leaving off?” She thought aloud, wondering how good an idea that would be. Looked what happened to them the last time they were left to their own devices. “Maybe have a video camera with us recording the entire thing this time. It could be the wedding video!” Scarlett smirked, longing to know what had happened the previous night, how they had gotten themselves into the mess they had. A lot of things were uncertain, but the main question that plagued Scar’s mind was if she would change the events of the evening if possible. Honestly? She doubted it. She was having way too much fun by Daisy’s side.

Taking a long sip of her champagne, Scarlett made an effort not to drain the flute in one go. No, tonight she would take it slow, just so she didn’t end up making out with her wife again. Not that she was against that, but she didn’t think it was appropriate. Daisy had done Scar the favour by accompanying her tonight, but that didn’t mean she wanted anything more. She was flirting, sure, but obviously she was just playing her part. Daisy was an actress, after all. It wouldn’t take much acting for her to convince everyone, even Scarlett who knew the truth. “I’ll drink to that. Cheers!” She grinned, holding her glass up to clink against Daisy’s. “And cheers to us, too. Partners in crime. Wives.” The smile on Scarlett’s face from practically from ear to ear, but it wasn’t long before it began to shrink again. Not when the doors opened for the grand entrance of the bride and groom. 

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daisyxcooper:

Considering that she spent a large part of her life surrounded by people, walking into the reception was intimidating to Daisy. The place was packed with strangers, which always put her on edge slightly. The press of Scarlett’s hand on her back helped to keep her grounded, however. Usually when she went to events, she made sure to have someone else with her, to help distract her from the feeling of helplessness in front of so many people. While she may not know her wife all that well, she trusted her enough. She nodded, taking in the information. Before she could reply, her attention was captured by the sound of Scarlett’s name, and the sudden movement. Her eyes widened in surprise, trying to hide the smirk on her face. The giggle that had escaped Scar was her new favorite sound.

As they were introduced, Daisy held out her hand, smiling. “It’s lovely to meet you.” She didn’t miss the slight look of shock on his face, and she hoped it was just from processing the fact that Scarlett had said wife. Which, definitely caused her heart to skip a beat. “Don’t worry, I’m sure if your picture is there, it would be accompanied with Scar’s too.” She joked, hoping that her nerves didn’t seem too obvious. While she may come across as confident, a lot of the time she was a ball of nerves, worrying that she would say the wrong thing, or do the wrong thing. “Can I get you both a drink, give you a moment to catch up?” She asked, her throat suddenly feeling dry.

Scar gasped in mock horror at Daisy’s words, one hand flying to her chest as the other found itself wrapping back around her wife’s waist. “Ah, betrayal! Aren’t you supposed to have my back?” She chuckled, Liam joining in. It seemed like Daisy had already won over one person that evening. Well, one person who wasn’t Scar. “As much as I love to watch you leave, don’t be silly. I’m not leaving your side the entire night.” Scar said, her sincerity coating her voice as she looked at Daisy with a smile. She knew that the evening was just a favour, that there wasn’t anything serious to it even if the entire party thought there was, but Scarlett wanted to spend as much time with Daisy while she still could. Liam would always be around for Scarlett to joke around with, but Daisy wouldn’t be. After the night, they would both be signing the divorce papers and going their separate ways. It wasn’t something Scar particularly wanted, but it was probably the wisest decision. However, until then, the blonde would have all the fun she wanted with the beautiful brunette by her side. “Sorry, Liam, but we need to take advantage of this free bar while the opportunity is still there.”

With a smile towards her old friend and a few words goodbye, Scar used the arm that was still around Daisy’s waist to lead her further into the crowd, where most were congregating in what seemed like a group attempt to drain the bar of its contents. “I know it’s probably frowned upon to do so, but we can leave anytime you want. Say that we have better things to be doing on our honeymoon or something.” Her words were said to reassure Daisy, though her voice was laced with sex as she muttered about their honeymoon. What was the harm in flirting if just for a few hours? “Two flutes of champagne, please.”

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daisyxcooper:

Daisy returned the grin. “Well then, I’ll make sure to whisper such comments in your ear the whole time.” She teased. Of course, she didn’t know any of these people, and so any judgement she would be making would be completely superficial, which she tried not to do, as she knew what it could be like to have people assume things of you, without knowing you. But, it wasn’t like this was any normal occasion, and she was hardly going to say anything that bad. Especially not in ear shot of anyone else. “This is a total no-judgement relationship.” She joked. Well, at least between the two of them. Short of committing murder, she wasn’t sure there was much that could lower her opinion of Scarlett. Not that she had a low opinion of her, just that she actually found herself really liking what she knew of her wife. While that may not be all that much, she doubted much could change her mind. She liked to think she had a good judge of character. Her first impressions of people, her gut feelings, usually turned out to be pretty accurate, and no alarm bells rang with the blonde. Which, considering how they had met, or at least how she remembered that they had met, was a pretty good sign.

Smiling at Scar’s reaction, she followed her out of the car. It wasn’t like this type of thing was in her day to day life, but she supposed she had kind of gotten used to things that were not deemed as normal to other people. It was nice to be able to see parts of her life through fresh eyes. Taking her hand, as if it was some sort of life line, she continued to follow blindly. “You know, you could easily be kidnapping me and I am just going along for the ride.” She laughed, thinking about how easy it had been to get her to go to the venue. Stopping, Daisy smiled reassuringly. “I’m all yours.” She confirmed. There was no way she wasn’t going to try and enjoy the extra time with her. The thought of all the extra people in the wedding set off her nerves, but she tried to push them down. “Luckily for you, I’ve been told I am a pretty okay actress, I can pull us both up.” She daringly pressed a kiss onto Scarlett’s cheek, both as a move of reassurance, and also in case there was anyone around them. “Let’s do this, wifey.”

“Oh trust me, this will be a ride alright.” Scarlett laughed with a shake of her head. Her entire life had been a roller coaster, filled with highs and lows. She wasn’t quite sure where she was on the ride at the minute, but she could feel herself climbing higher. Daisy seemed to have that effect on her, like she was floating. She just hoped their little stunt wasn’t going to leave her plummeting towards the floor without so much of a safety net. But that was the least of her worries at that current moment in time. First, they had to convince all of Scarlett’s friends that they were in fact happily married. After that she was free to worry about what this would mean for her afterwards. “I thought I’d never hear you say the words.” Confidence filling her as Daisy kissed her cheek, Scar set her hand on the small of Daisy’s back and began to move them towards where the wedding reception would take place.

Walking into the ballroom with her head held high, Scar stole a quick glance at Daisy before looking around the room. The wedding was said to be small, family only, but the reception looked like another thing all together. Many of their friends had made the trip to Vegas in order to celebrate with the happy couple. Just by looking at the table listings, Scarlett could see many familiar names, some of them on their table which made her breath a sigh of relief. “This is good. You’ll love Liam, everyone does.” She spoke in a hushed tone, one that was suddenly being shouted over as her name rang across the room and she was taken up in someone’s arms. A small screech left her lips but it soon turned into a fit of giggles which only drew more attention to them in the room. “Speak of the devil.” She grinned, smacking Liam’s shoulder as he set her down on the floor. “Daisy, this is Liam, you’ll find his picture under the word loser in the dictionary. Liam, this is Daisy, my wife.” It was weird to tell someone else the truth, but not a bad kind of weird. In fact, she loved the way the sentence easily rolled off her tongue. Scarlett didn’t think she’d get bored of saying it any time soon.

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daisyxcooper:

Snorting, Daisy shook her head. “I only say it to the ones willing to marry me.” That wasn’t exactly a complete lie. She hadn’t really had anyone to compliment as of late, her life was too revolved around work. While it would be nice to be able to go on a few dates, she hadn’t been too worried about it. Although now, sitting her and looking at Scarlett, suddenly dating seemed like the most important thing. More specifically, dating this particular woman. She had never thought she believed in love at first sight, but clearly when drunk that went out of the window. While she still didn’t believe in it, she definitely felt a pull to her wife, something keeping her from just upping and leaving. Even if that was the easier option.  Who wanted an easy life anyway? Easy meant repetition, every day slowly turning into Groundhog Day. While this may be a little bit extreme to avoid being bored with her life, she would rather this than having no excitement in her life.

She listened as Scarlett explained, frowning softly. While she could understand being wary if your ex stayed friendly with their ex, she couldn’t imagine making them feel unwelcome. Daisy didn’t exactly have much experience in the situation, but she would like to think that she would be able to stay friends with someone after a break up. She hadn’t really so far, but that was partially due to distance or growing apart. If you had simply just found yourself no longer attracted to them in the same way, there was no reason not to stay friends. After all, relationships were essentially friendships with added bonuses. “Well, she can’t accuse you of not being over him or whatever now.”She grinned. She was slightly looking forward to seeing the look on her face as she realised that not only was Scar in a new relationship, but she had actually managed to beat them up the aisle. The look on Scarlett’s face right now, it made all this worth it. It was one of the potentially stupidest things she had ever done, and yet seeing the grateful look made her suddenly forget all the negatives. “I’m not saying I want to ruin her wedding day, but I hope I can make it that little bit less gloating for her.” She usually was one to do things to try and make other people happy, but in this situation, she couldn’t help but feel more for Scarlett. Not just because they were married, but because she didn’t like the sound of how someone could make the blonde feel.   

Scarlett smiled at Daisy’s words, but she wasn’t entirely sure if that was true. People could say anything they wanted about her, and usually it made no difference to her. She didn’t care. Yet today however, she was nervous. Maybe it was the fact she had a beautiful woman on her arm. Maybe that was the problem. She wanted Daisy to like her, but who knew what kind of stories would spew out of her friends’ mouths. “You can totally say that, I won’t judge you.” Scarlett said with a mischievous grin. She knew she wouldn’t make a scene. After all, she was truly happy for the couple, but sometimes she did want to scream at the bridezilla to get over herself. The woman wasn’t the most important on the planet, even though on her wedding day she’d feel even more like that. So instead Scarlett had resigned herself to a simple congratulations before staying by Daisy’s side for the rest of the day. Why should she be so bothered about the soon to be married couple when she had her own wife at her side. Her own beautiful wife. Damn, her drunken self really did know how to pick them.

The car journey wasn’t all too long and before Scar knew it, they were pulling up outside the Bellagio. Impressed with the way the driver came to open her door, the blonde shot Daisy a look over her shoulder which read ‘can you believe this?’ She was certainly living the dream, even if it was only for the day. Thanking the driver for his service, Scarlett soon took Daisy’s hand in her own and set off towards the building, desperate to leave the Nevada heat behind. It was inside where they encountered the poster that directed them towards the wedding, and Scarlett stopped for just a second to gather her nerve. “You can still back out of this, if you want. Otherwise, you’re mine for the afternoon.” Her smile was crooked and half unsure of herself, though not because she thought Daisy would leave her now. The blonde was nervous to see all of her friends again. It had been a while since they had all been in the same room together. “Since I make no promises to how convincing I will or won’t be.” A joke, to lighten the air, and suddenly Scar felt like she was ready to take on the world.

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Daisy bit her lip. She had been trying not to think too much about the potential media frenzy, as hard as it may be. But even that threat didn’t seem bad enough for her not to do this. “Well, when you put it like that it does sound a little bit crazy.” She laughed, despite herself. No-one could claim her life was boring. “Good, otherwise I might have to kill you, take my secret to the grave.” She joked, her brain deciding that it was the best route to go down. Her ears flushed pink at the comment. “Maybe I am trying a little bit.” She grinned, ducking into the car. She was glad that she was managing to impress Scarlett. It made it less weird to think of this as an actual date, as if they hadn’t had the craziest weekend of their lives. Maybe she could get an actual date after this. Was that too insane an idea? Why would Scar even want to see her again? Her life was chaotic and messy, as much as she tried to keep it in check it was hard. She could hardly ask her to be a part of that. Except that she was going to. She thought to the papers in her bag, trying not to sigh softly.

Sitting back, she put on her seatbelt, waiting for Scarlett to give the address. She hadn’t been to all that many weddings, she had barely even been present for her own. “You really do look beautiful.” She complimented again. She was very much an advocate for making people feel good about themselves, and it was just so easy to compliment the blonde. “You’re for sure going to be turning heads today.” She smiled, automatically reaching out between them to take her hand once more. She was just getting into the role, of course. It was nothing to do with the fact that she was practically craving the close-ness of her. “So, the Bridezilla, tell me all the bad things about her so I can be loyal and hate her too.” Daisy teased. Clearly joking was going to be how she got through the day, another way to separate the reality of what was actually going on in her life. Absentmindedly, her thumb ran across Scarlett’s knuckles. She looked down at their hands as she realised, her eyes widening at her body’s actions, but not stopping.

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“I’d like to see you try.” Scarlett scoffed, giving her wife an incredulous look as she did so. Still, she followed Daisy into the back of the car, unable to stop herself looking around in awe as she strapped herself in. It was much fancier than what she was used to. Scarlett had come from a life of broken down vehicles and things of necessity rather than things for pleasure. It was only in the recent years, once her brother became her guardian, did she own some of the finer things in life, but never like this. If it wasn’t for Daisy by her side, she’d feel out of place in such an vehicle. For some reason, Daisy helped her feel at ease; Scarlett couldn’t help but hope that transferred to their time at the wedding. “We’re heading to the Bellagio, please.” She said to the driver, leaning forward so he could hear her.

Even though Scarlett couldn’t see her face, she had a feeling that her cheeks matched the shade of her name. A compliment was one thing, but coming from the beautiful brunette sat next to her - her wife - was another thing. “I bet that’s what you say to all the girls.” A playful smile tugging on her lips as she glanced at Daisy, wiggling her eyebrows at the girl. It was the best way she could think to react. To make a joke of the whole situation and ignore the fact that she wished the compliment was real, that there was something real between them. “She’s just...” Scarlett shrugged, unsure how to politely phrase that she was a complete bitch without sounding bitter or jealous. Her feelings towards her ex had long since disappeared. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if they were ever there to begin with, but he was still one of her closest friends, no matter what had happened between them in the past. “She doesn’t really approve of my friendship with her soon to be husband, and she’s made that perfectly clear from the start. There’s nothing going on there, but I don’t know, she doesn’t exactly make me feel welcome. Kinda the opposite really.” Shrugging her shoulders, she leaned back into her seat, eyes turning to watch the entwined hands. “It’s why I said I was bringing a plus one, so she would lose all opportunity to gloat and mock my single life. Little did I know that I’d actually be bringing my wife.” A smile now on her face, she dared to look back at Daisy’s face, hoping her smile thanks her the way her words couldn’t.

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Daisy’s eyes fluttered closed at the sudden sensation of lips on her skin. She involuntary smiled harder, suddenly looking forward to the day even more, to be able to share such intimacies. She rolled her eyes slightly at the question. “I get to go to a place with free food, a beautiful woman and alcohol, how could I possibly not want to go ahead with it?” She was mostly joking, but it definitely beat being on a plane and then going back to her empty apartment. Which she would still have to do, she was just delaying the inevitable. But, she may as well go and have a fun time first, right? “You don’t have to worry, I’m not going to back out.” She spoke more sincerely now, looking into Scarlett’s eyes. “I mean, it is the least I can do to counteract the hassle of getting married.” Was it wrong that she truthfully wasn’t seeing this as any kind of hassle? She supposed so. She wanted to bring up the contract, to get it out the way now, so if Daisy instantly hated the idea she could leave, be out of the woman’s life, and sort everything out via a middle man. Yet, selfishly, she didn’t. She wanted to have this day, to be able to pretend that maybe they were actually dating. It wasn’t like her wife wasn’t her type, she could feasibly see herself doing so if they had met under different circumstances. Cowardly, she was also debating leaving it until they had a drink or two. Not enough so that they could make decisions they would regret, but enough that they could be honest, and that Daisy actually had the confidence to ask the question.

“I have a car out front, we can take that, saves a cab.” It was hardly any skin off her nose, it had been paid for by the studio, and she could definitely not afford to keep that kind of lifestyle. Of course, she was hardly strapped for cash, but she still had to be careful. She was always extremely wary that she could be cut from the show at any moment that was the way it worked. She still filmed movies during breaks, and guest appearances in other shows, but they were not as steady an income. Her only extravagance tended to be clothes, although a lot of the time people were quite happy to give them to her for publicity. She didn’t always dress up, often choosing comfort first, but when she knew there was a chance of her being seen, she made a lot of effort. She held out her arm for Scar, before making her way outside. “May as well show up looking a little bit fancier, too.” She grinned. She planned to make the day as great as possible. Who wanted to go to the wedding of an ex and not show people how great your own life was without them?

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It was as if all of Scarlett’s nerves for the occasions dissipated as Daisy squished her worries about continuing with their little plan. A few simple words were all it took for Scarlett to begin looking forward to the day and the time the women would spend together. Perhaps it was stupid, but Scar wanted the brunette by her side, on her arm for the event. Not to show her off to her friends, as she was sure it must have seemed to the other, but simply so they could spend more time together. The weekend wasn’t meant to last, that much was obvious, but where was the harm in enjoying the little moments whilst they lasted? So long as Daisy was sure she could spare the time, Scarlett would savor the opportunity whilst she could. “Well, it would be crazy to turn all of this down,” she joked, waving a hand in front of herself in a cocksure manner, “but I’m sure it wouldn’t be the craziest thing you’ve done all weekend.” Scarlett said with a knowing smile, moving her hand to link with Daisy’s without a second thought until she was grasping the others hand. It was just part of the act, right? No ulterior reason for her doing so. “It’s no hassle to me.” She explained, eyes searching for Daisy’s with a smile. It was the truth. Scarlett had no image to uphold. There was no one going to snoop into her personal matters, or try to run a story of her. Though she was grateful that Daisy had been the one she had married the night before, she knew this must have been hard on the brunette with the line of work she was involved with. “I have a beautiful wedding date and you have a story that’s waiting to blow up in your face. But the secret’s safe with me, wifey.” 

With that, Scarlett began to drag Daisy towards the doors of the hotel, ready to begin their day. Her nerves had given way to excitement, and the prospect of a private car added to the thrill Scarlett was beginning to feel. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to impress me.” A laugh left the blonde’s mouth as she said as much, stepping out into the Nevada sun, her breath being taken away partly due to the heat and partly due to the chauffeur awaiting their arrival. “And if that’s the case, mission completed. After you, Mrs Cooper-Green.”

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Daisy had spent the most of the first day of her married life holed up in a room with her manager, on FaceTime with her PR manager. It wasn’t the most romantic of mornings, and was definitely not what she would have ever envisaged. Nor was any of this, but that was beside the point. She had spent the morning being told how idiotic she was, how if the news got out it could screw up everything she had worked for. But honestly? She hadn’t really cared. She was in a bit of a daze, unable to get Scarlett off her mind. Her manager had been kinder than PR, but just kept sighing. Neither of them seemed to care that at the end of the day, they still got paid, no matter what, and she was happy. It was a short lived happiness, of course, it would not go any further past the wedding but she took every little bit she could. Or at least, that is what she was expecting. Her team had decided the best course of action would be for her to stay married. They seemed to forget the tiny problem that Scarlett was an actual human being, who had no reason why she would agree to it. Sure, they devised up a contract, which laid out rules and benefits (which even she could admit were pretty great), but she could never ask someone to give up a huge chunk of their life for at least a year. Daisy agreed that she would take the contract with her, mull it over and then discuss it with Scarlett if she felt fit. The afternoon had then been spent shopping, for the first time in a long time she was shopping for herself, not having people give her options that they thought would look best on her, and it was enjoyable. She had settled on a simple, blue, lacy dress in the end, not wanting to be too dressed up, but could hardly make no effort at all.

And that’s what she wore, as she stood in the mirror of her hotel room, staring at her reflection. Her make-up was minimal, her hair in waves across her shoulder. Daisy began to feel the beginning of nerves settling in. Before she could talk herself out of it, she grabbed her bag (including the rolled up paper inside of it) and made her way down to the lobby. She had thought that would be the best meeting point for the two, somewhere neutral. The room seemed to be full of people as she stepped out of the elevator, her head turning, scanning the crowd for a familiar blonde head. Her heart jumped slightly when she saw her, suddenly unable to focus on anything, anyone else. “Mrs Cooper-Green, you look stunning.” She spoke softly as she approached. She was mostly impressed that she had managed to get any words out. Stunning was an understatement, she felt like she had seen an angel. Again with the dramatics. It was what she was paid for, after all. “Two weddings in one week, you are a busy lady.” She joked, trying to push away the nerves, the thought of after, of everything else away. She could let herself play pretend, just for a few hours.

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Scarlett had barely slept a wink that night, thinking through everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. She had done a lot of stupid things in her life. Hell, doing stupid things ran in her family. They all had a million stories of the antics they had been up to — whilst under the influence and sober. This however, Scarlett’s marriage to Daisy, topped the lot. There was no regret about the shock news she had woken up to. Well, no regret about the beautiful women she had somehow managed to put a ring on, but perhaps regret that it was marriage and not a date. How was she supposed to ask her wife out on a date, show her attraction when they’d soon be signing annulment papers? Scarlett had a feeling it just wouldn’t fly, but she had stayed up tossing and turning the night before, trying to come up with a way to make to things work. She hadn’t thought up anything and so she had resigned herself to enjoy the day whilst she could — enjoy her wife’s company whilst she could. They’d dance, drink and enjoy the day, that was all Scar had in her head. Daisy may have been doing her a favour by agreeing to the event, but Scar would make sure that it was worth the women’s time. It was the least she could do.

She’d gotten ready in her hotel room, the sky-high building further down the strip than where Daisy was staying. Her hair in curls and make-up done to perfection, Scarlett was leaving nothing to chance. Sure, she had no residual feelings for her ex, but there was no love lost between Scarlett and his soon to be wife and so Scar was happy to parade her loving relationship before everyone she knew. With one last look in the mirror, Scar exited her hotel room and caught a cab to Daisy’s hotel, not daring to ruin her look in the extraordinary Vegas heat. The pair had agreed to meet in the lobby and as she made her way inside the hotel lobby, Scarlett’s nerves began to pick up once again as she waited. She startled slightly as Daisy came up behind her, but a bright smile was left on her lips as she turned around to face her wife, though red tinted her cheeks at the name she was greeted with. “Thank you, Mrs Cooper-Green. You scrub up well yourself.” An understatement really  — Daisy looked gorgeous, but Scar was having enough trouble trying to keep calm than to say as much. Instead she stepped forward to place a kiss on Daisy’s cheek in greeting, not really caring if she was starting their act early. “And with a beautiful woman on my arm each time. I’m having the weekend of my life.” She chuckled, before standing back to look over her wife one last time. “You sure you’re still okay to go ahead with this?”

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Giggling, Daisy reached up, connecting their hands together. Considering it was just meant to be a work trip, she was now high-fiving a practical stranger who happened to be her wife. Maybe she should write a script on her life. “That all sounds good to me. It wouldn’t fit my usual organised self, but then neither does marrying a stranger.” She shrugged. She was so used to having everything planned out, she should definitely have freaked out more than she had. But it just seemed so normal. “We’ve so got this!”

For the first time that morning, Daisy felt the smile fall off her face, to be replaced by a frown. “I should probably go see my manager.” She could hear the disappointment in her own voice as she spoke, hoping Scarlett didn’t think she was just trying to get rid of her. “But you’re more than welcome to order room service while I’m gone here, as compensation for me ditching you.” It wasn’t exactly like she was paying the bill on this place. She stood, picking up the first clothes she could find, so she was now actually fully dressed. It wasn’t like she had far to go, her manager was staying a few doors down. “Here, you should take this.” Daisy quickly wrote her number down on a piece of hotel stationary, passing it over to her wife. She hesitated for a moment, unsure how to go about it. Should she just leave? Should she give her a hug? A kiss? Her brain began to work over-time, suddenly feeling very overwhelmed. Biting her lip, she leaned down, kissing Scarlett on the cheek. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” She practically bolted out of the room as soon as the words left her mouth, reality hitting her as she realised that she was going to have to deal with this. And her manager.

THE END

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“A year sounds good to me.” Daisy nodded. Whilst it may not be the longest relationship for a wedding, whirlwind romance was plausible.  “Maybe it could have been spur of the moment while we were in town?” That way, at least part of their story wouldn’t be a complete lie. “We will so be able to do this.” She reaffirmed. There was no way she could possibly fail at acting smitten with Scarlett. Not just because of the fact she was a talented actress, but because she kind of was a little bit smitten. From what she had learnt about the blonde so far, she couldn’t not be enamoured.

Shaking her head, she dismissed the thanks. “You don’t have to.” Daisy smiled, her heart still racing from the kiss that she was trying extremely hard not to think about. “I get to have a fun night with a beautiful girl, it isn’t going to be a chore.” She also would make it the mission of the night to kiss Scar as often as she could, to hold her as much as she could, while she could. “I mean, it is not going to be an easy night, but I am sure I will just about survive.” She laughed. Despite the kisses, they seemed to still be able to interact easily, without any awkwardness. Although, they had spent the night together, so really, kissing shouldn’t make it any different. Except for the fact Daisy could remember the kisses. And would probably never be able to forget them. Everything was fine.

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Nodding her head at Daisy’s suggestions, a smile grin tugged on Scarlett’s lips. The plan - however hastily put together and poorly thought through - was slowly coming together. They knew enough about each other, they knew their story, they knew not to be scared of physical contact. For all intents and purposes, they were a couple. Perhaps moreso than her ex and his fiancee - the two women were married after all. “I like that, and it totally fits my lack of thinking ahead. They’d believe it if it was my idea. And it will explain why we don’t have all the details sorted out about living arrangements and stuff.” Before she could think about how appropriate it was, she stuck her hand up in the air for a high five, proud of their thoughtfulness. “Go us.”

Scar was in a blissful state of dreamworld. A dreamworld where she had a wife, one who was intelligent, beautiful and fun to be around. She knew like Cinderella she would wake up at the end of the weekend and reality would give her a rude wake up call, but it would be worth it. It was worth pretending for just the weekend that their relationship was real. That Scarlett had someone who loved her and who she loved in return. “That makes two of us.” Scarlett almost felt giddy, wanting the next day to come along even though she had been dreading it for months. Just then, her stomach growled, reminding her of them having real needs they needed to fix. “Don’t suppose you wanna grab breakfast? I hear grease kills hangovers better than any pain killer.”

[daisyxcooper]

Laughing softly, Daisy nodded. “I think it is technically meant to be three times in an experiment, so you can get a good average.” She was glad she wasn’t the only one who seemed to be effected by it, unless Scarlett actually meant that she wanted it to look realistic, not that she wanted to kiss Daisy again,. But, for the sake of her ego, she was going to hope it was the latter. “Yeah, it needs to look like we are just so used to it that it no longer has that big an effect on us.” She realised she had admitted that it had basically caused everything else around her to stop, not that she would put it in so many words. Daisy knew she was probably acting irrationally, but she couldn’t think about anything else but her wife now. What it would be like to be able to do this whenever, and how she didn’t think she could ever kiss Scarlett enough that it would not have that big an effect on her.

Leaning in, she kissed her again, this time more slowly. She was going to milk this opportunity while she could. Her teeth grazed against Scarlett’s lips, as she pulled away, her breath uneven. She bit her own lip. before opening her eyes, glancing at the mouth she was not going to be able to get out of her head for a long time, before looking back up at the blue eyes. “Was that better?” She grinned, hoping her voice sounded less shaky than she felt. She sat back, unsure what to do with her hands anymore, now that they weren’t touching the soft skin of the woman next to her, so she put them behind her on the bed, shifting some of her weight onto them.

[scarlxttgreen]

“See, I totally aced science.” The words rolled off her tongue perhaps a little smoother than they should have, which - truth be told - Scarlett was thankful for. She didn’t want to make things awkward by actually wanting to kiss Daisy. It was just to make things believable for the wedding. This was what Scar would repeat in her head like a mantra until she believed it.  “We may be newly weds, but we’ve been dating, what - a year behind closed doors?” She confirmed, realising their twenty questions session was spent on learning about the other rather than creating a firm, convincing story of their love affair. Scarlett wasn’t complaining too much about that, though. She wanted to get to know as much as possible about her wife in the short amount of time they had. “We should totally have this down.”

Scarlett lost herself in the kiss once more. It was like as soon as their lips touched, everything around them seemed to fade out as all Scarlett could think of was Daisy and how she wished it was a real kiss. That the kiss was because they wanted it, that they wanted to be this close to each other. Not because they were trying to prepare for an elaborate scheme. So when Daisy pulled away once again, it took a moment or two for Scar’s head to stop spinning. Opening her eyes, she was met the green hue of Daisy’s. “Yeah, that was better.” She said, clearing her throat as if to try and make her voice sound more sure than she was feeling. There was no way she was going to get used to that. “I think we’ll be the best couple there.” Unable to stop a chuckle from spilling over her lips, she smiles widely at Daisy. “I can’t thank you enough for this.”

[daisyxcooper]

Breathing out a laugh, Daisy kept her focus on Scarlett, trying not to freak out about this. Why had she decided to suggest this? Her body was going into panic mode, not in a bad way, it was just how she reacted to the thought of kissing her beautiful wife. Her skin felt like it was on fire at every touch. Wetting her lips slightly, she moved in at the same time, a brief nod, barely there movement, to let her know that it was okay. Their lips met, and Daisy brought her hand up, behind Scarlett’s neck, pulling her slightly closer. Her brain could think of nothing, she was too busy just enjoying the feeling.

Pulling back, before she could push things too far, Daisy laughed slightly, looking down. Her face felt like it was flushed, her heart beating overtime. “Well, that was something.” She joked, looking back up. There was no way anyone who saw a kiss between them could doubt their lie. Daisy had kissed many people that she wasn’t with before, it was just part of her work, but never had she felt so affected. Usually after shooting a kiss scene, everything would be back to normal, but here, she couldn’t think about much else but kissing Scarlett again. “I think science worked this time.” She breathed, not really sure if what she was saying made sense, her brain feeling like it had glitched.

[scarlxttgreen]

Scarlett lost all thoughts as her lips pressed against Daisy’s. There was nothing else she could concentrate on other than the feeling of her wife’s soft skin against her. It overrode her system more than any other kiss had. None before had left her quite so breathless and the blonde was left with her head spinning - and a slight feeling of disappointment that the kiss hadn’t lasted long - once Daisy pulled away. However, a slight laugh left the blonde’s lips as she bought herself more time to find words that were spinning around her mind. “Yeah, something.” Scarlett said with a slight smile. She was definitely screwed if what she was feeling wasn’t because of her hangover. 

Head still spinning, it took Scarlett a few more moments to realise she was still leaning into Daisy, her palm resting on her wife’s cheek. Clearing her throat, she retracted her hand and clasped it with her other, sitting with them in her lap. She couldn’t help debate whether they should try it again, or even if she could be trusted to do so. It was just a weekend thing. There was no use in making things more awkward than they had to be, and that included feelings or acts that were not strictly professional. “Maybe we should try again? They say to repeat experiments, right?” Then again, Scar was never one for logic or plans. “Just so it’s a casual ‘yeah, we’ve done this a thousand times’ kinda thing.” But just because she didn’t act wisely didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid of rejection.

[daisyxcooper]

Daisy felt her breath hitch in her throat slightly at the touch. She felt herself nodding. She was very much the same, it matched her rather discreet personality. She hoped she smiled in response to Scarlett’s joking, but right now she couldn’t be sure, her brain was short-circuiting slightly, barely being able to think past Scar’s hand. “Very.” She confirmed, realising she probably sounded a little too eager. While she was discreet, she was still a very physically affectionate person, and loved nothing more than being touched and touching those she felt close to. It was as if her body always seeking reassurance that she was not alone, as she often felt. It wasn’t just with romantic interests, it was also with anyone platonic too. Her friends were used to it by now, she would often just hold their hands, sit on their lap or hug them. Some may look more deeply into why she always felt the need to do it, but she was content to think it was because she just had a lot of love to give.

Biting her lip, Daisy looked down at Scarlett’s hand, before dragging her eyes up to her face. Deciding to make a bold move, she cleared her throat slightly. “Maybe we should have a trial run.” She shrugged, acting nonchalant, as if her brain was actually functioning right now. “I mean, if for some reason we have to kiss, we wouldn’t want it to be awkward.” If that wasn’t the un-sexiest reasoning to convince a beautiful woman to kiss her, Daisy would eat her words. She shifted slightly closer, hoping she wouldn’t end up getting a slap from her wife, and that she would not laugh in her face. Although, Daisy tried not to think too much about the actual kissing, because she wasn’t sure her hammering heart could take it, and she would rather survive until just after their potential kiss.

[scarlxttgreen]

Scarlett’s head was swimming with incoherent thoughts. All she could really concentrate on was how close Daisy was. If touching her in such an absentmindedly way had her head reeling, what would she be like after a kiss? That being said, she wasn’t about to turn Daisy down. If she was going to lose her bearings, it was best to do it in the hotel room verses in front of her friends. She really hoped this would show her that all the fuss was in her head; that the chemistry between them was in her mind verses their bodies. “A trail run... like an experiment... for science.” She said slowly, which did nothing to alleviate the nerves that suddenly reared their head. They were doing this for research, and for that she would agree. It was the scientific thing to do, after all. “Good thing I aced that class.” Wrong — the blonde was pretty sure she had failed, but that wasn’t really an issue to think about right now.

Moving to sit on her knees, Scarlett shuffled further along the bed so that there was a thin gap between their bodies. She slid her hand along Daisy’s leg, up her side and tucked a lose strand of hair behind the brunnette’s ear before settling her hand on her cheek. None of the movements were particularly necessary, but it gave her a moment or two to build up the confidence to move forward with their plan of action. Halting her breath ever so slightly, Scar spared one last look into Daisy’s eyes - as if to make sure she was still okay with the plan - before she closed them and placed her lips against Daisy’s. 

[daisyxcooper]

Daisy shrugged. While being on set was hardly boring, she was too used to it to find it exciting. Sure, she loved it and her job, but it was just part of her routine now. “I am sure it would be great. And I would never be one to say no to cheap drinks.” She joked. “Although, if I didn’t know any better I would think you were trying to get me drunk again. What is your plan this time?” She laughed. Really, unless they got annulled and then remarried, what is the worst that could happen?

“I’m sure I would stay mad at the mess for a whole five seconds before being won over by your smile.” She was just playing along, acting her part. This wasn’t real, none of it. So why could she picture them in her apartment, her fairly empty apartment, filled with more stuff. Looking like an actual home. She loved her place, but she definitely needed to add more homely touches to it. So the thought of someone else being there, being able to make it look like someone lived there was a welcome thought.

Biting her lip, Daisy tried not to let her thoughts drift. She couldn’t even remember kissing Scarlett, never mind anything else, assuming something else had happened. That’s why she was so curious about what it would be like. Nothing more. No, she wasn’t convincing herself at all. She cleared her throat, realizing she should probably get the next question out of the way, to rid of the awkward air it would bring as soon as possible. “What is your usual stance on PDA?” She inquired. She didn’t want her friends to notice a shift in her usual relationship state. And, well, she half-hoped that Scarlett would be a fairly affectionate person. If not, she might end up doing it herself anyway. For the role.

[scarlxttgreen]

Scarlett smiled at the idea of Daisy sitting across the bar from her as she worked, though she doubted how much work she would actually get done if the brunette was there to distract her. “We’re all ready married so nothing too serious. Just your inner most thoughts.” She snorted with a roll of her eyes. For all she knew, those kind of things had been covered the night before. Maybe they had spilled their souls to each other as they made their way back to Daisy’s hotel room, and now they were destined to find out those things again. Maybe, or maybe they were a little too preoccupied with each other to ask the meaningful questions. It wouldn’t surprised her with the state she woke up in that morning.

Of course that would be the next question. Really, it was an important thing to discuss. They could have all the right answers down as to how their relationship came about, and what their plans were now they were married, but they also had to sell the physical side of their relationship. The only reason Scar wished to avoid this topic was because it reminded her of how she wanted to lean across to Daisy and push their lips together. Her memory from the night before was a blur at best, so she couldn’t really blame herself for wondering how good a kisser she was, or how Daisy’s lips would feel against her own. “I’m usually one for small touches. Holding hands, arms brushing, something to confirm that the other person is there with you.” She said, hesitantly moving her hand towards Daisy and lightly placing it on her knee, not wishing to make the other woman uncomfortable as she demonstrated what she meant. “More modest than anything. It’s only when I’m drunk do I tend to jump someone and make witnesses feel uncomfortable.” She joked, knowing that was probably what happened last night if she knew herself at all. “Is this okay?” An eyebrow raised as she looked at her wife, lightly brushing her hand back and forth along her soft skin.

[daisyxcooper]

“I will make sure not to give you any spoilers, but I will laugh when you get it completely wrong.” The promises of more to come made Daisy feel stupidly elated. “If I’m feeling generous, I might even sneak you on set.” She wasn’t sure why she said that, she had never let her oldest friend visit her on set, her nerves usually getting the better of her, having someone she knew who wasn’t in the business watching her. Maybe it was because Scarlett was still a stranger. Maybe it was more than that. But she wasn’t going to entertain that thought.

Smirking slightly, she made a note not to tease the other girl about her name. Although, being named after a flower she often got the same treatment. Except, daisies actually were her favourite. Probably because she was always assumed to like them, it ended up coming true. She nodded, their living arrangements was a good idea to have sorted, she was glad Scarlett had thought about it. “Well, I am pretty tidy, so we balance out. I can’t cook much, but I can get by. I obviously fell in love with you for your cocktail making skills. And I cannot wait to see your dress.” She smiled, ticking off each point. She realised she would have to find something to wear, hoping one of the outfits she brought as choice for her interviews would be suitable, or she would have to run and get something new. “I’m sure it, and you, will be beautiful.” She said, sincerely.

Biting her lip at the name, Daisy chuckled. What could make someone fall in love with her? She had never had it happen, not by anyone she actually knew. “According to people who like to shout at all caps on the internet, my ass is enough to make anyone fall in love with me.” She joked, although as soon as the words left her mouth, she realised she now had just put the attention on her body. Clearing her throat, she shrugged. “I like to think I am loyal, I would stand by you through anything. I have been told I talk in my sleep, which is apparently adorable.” She paused. Thinking about herself in such a positive way was proving to be difficult. It wasn’t that she thought she was not good, she just had never thought about herself in such a light before. “And I’m a great kisser, if my past experiences are to be believed. I even have it in print from an old love interest.” She teased, her eyes sparkling.

[scarlxttgreen]

Scarlett smiled at Daisy, the idea of keeping in touch after the weekend causing a warm, fuzzy feeling inside of her. Through the little time they had spent together, or even the time she could remember them spending together, Scarlett knew they would get along. Perhaps, in another life where they hadn’t gotten married drunkenly, she would have tried to strike up some kind of relationship with the other woman. It was too risky to do now as the lines had already been blurred, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be friends. ".. I’m not even watching it yet and yet I’m already super stoked for it. You can come to the bar too, though I warn you now it’s not nearly as exciting as a television set.” She chuckled, not entirely believing her words as she thought back to the patrons of the bar. “But I’ll give you cheap drinks.”

It was easy to keep note of these things like there was a chance they would come up. Most things they were talking about were simple get to know you things that Scar loved to know but wouldn’t be the most useful things to know if asked about her wife. For those Scarlett had already made the decision to wing it. It was a poor decision really, but she was far more interested in getting to know Daisy than making their marriage believable. “In that case we probably survive on take out and you remind me you’re not my maid so I can clean up after myself. I apologise in advance.” 

“Your charming personality was obviously a factor too.” She said, feeling heat rush to her cheeks at yet another compliment from Daisy. Usually, she was the first to throw away any kind of compliment, taking it in her stride because she knew. Yet with Daisy, she couldn’t help but feel bashful. Perhaps because Scarlett really did want her to like her. “I suppose time will only tell if those words can be taken as truth.” She said before realising what she was insinuating. Sure, they were to play the part of a marriage couple, so she assumed the odd bit of physical contact would be needed to sell their story. But maybe kissing would be pushing the limits of their rouse, even if Scarlett wouldn’t mind leaning over the bed and planting her lips on Daisy’s. Instead, she shuck her head and decided a swift change of topic was needed. “Anything else you wanna know?”

[daisyxcooper]

Laughing Daisy nodded. “I would never let you leave then.” She joked. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure she wanted to do that anyway, but if Scarlett got her anything that showed that she had paid attention to her words, then Daisy would not be responsible for her actions. It scared her how easily she could see her self developing feelings for the other woman. She couldn’t help but smirk at the other woman’s reaction, knowing exactly what she was doing. “Mrs Cooper-Green? No that is far too much of a mouthful.”  Their names fit will together, it was a shame that it would never actually be a thing, there was no point legally changing names for what could only be a few days together. But she would allow herself to live in a fantasy land for a little while. 

Moretti’s. Daisy  made sure to commit the name to memory. Not just for tomorrow, but maybe in the future, she could happen to stumble upon it, conveniently forgetting it was the same bar. No. That was stalker-ish. She could just ask if it was okay to do so, when they parted. Ducking her head, Daisy shrugged humbly. “I mean, you probably have, we kind of got everywhere.” She scratched the back of her neck, glad that Scarlett hadn’t noticed her from the show before, it made everything a lot more comfortable. “I get shot at a lot.” She laughed slightly. It wasn’t an inaccurate  description. In the two seasons she had been on the show, her character had ended in hospital three times already. “If you do actually watch it, I would want updates on what you think.” If that wasn’t a lame excuse to keep in touch, she didn’t know what was. 

Leaning back slightly, Daisy propped herself up on her elbows. She had not felt so relaxed in a long time, she was so used to rushing about constantly, too constantly feeling stressed, it was nice to just pause and enjoy herself.  “Is there anything else important I should know?” She wondered, while thinking if it would be too weird to take notes. Yes it would. She had to rely  on her memory, which to be fair, was pretty good. 

[scarlxttgreen]

“Don’t worry, I’ll send you live updates.” She said with a grin, unsure as to how their relationship would pan out after the weekend, but liking the idea that they would still be in touch. If this morning was anything to go by, Scarlett found herself enjoying Daisy’s company. Surely they could try being friends after their divorce? “You’ll get sick of hearing from me and my poor guesses as to what is coming next.” A chuckle passed her lips as she imagined the scene. She was the worst for spoilers. She wanted to know everything but nothing about whatever she watched. She wanted to be surprised but not at all, and that’s why if she got invested in a show, her friends actively avoided being in the same room as her if they had the knowledge she craved.

Biting her lower lip as she thought, Scar tried to think up what odd pieces of information Daisy could need for them to survive the weekend. She knew they couldn’t cover everything, there wasn’t enough time, but she could guess what her friends may ask, or hint towards, or at least she hoped she could. "My favourite colour is purple, not red or green.” She began, rolling her eyes at the many memories she held of people joking about her name. At first it had bothered her, but now her best friend called her Red and so the lame jokes ceased to have an effect on her. “I live in a crappy one bedroom flat that could probably be tidier, but we’ll say we’re keeping it just for when you’re out of town doing your thing.” Her hands waved in the air as she spoke, Scarlett never one to sit still. “I’m messy, can’t cook other than reheating take out, I make a mean cocktail and my dress tomorrow is turquoise. Do what you will with the information.”

Tilting her head to the side as if she was sizing up Daisy, Scar tried to pin down a question that would help them survive tomorrow. Truth was, anything she could find out about Daisy would help. Her friends were as nosy as she was, they’d want to know the ins and outs of their relationship. “So Mrs Cooper-Green,” she said with a smile, the name rolling off her tongue making her feel giddy. “What made me fall in love with you?”

[daisyxcooper]

Daisy tilted her head slightly. What were the chances of Scarlett saying the place she was next scheduled to visit? She had just over a week off, then she was flying out, to do some conventions over there. Part of her wanted to suggest it, that she should go with her, but the majority of her realised just how creepy that would probably sound. “I hope that you get to go sometime soon then.” She smiled, not mentioning her upcoming trip. She didn’t want to rub it in, after all. She nodded her agreement. “So long as I top up like hourly on cream, my favourite place is the beach.” She confessed. She hadn’t had time lately to just go and relax, but her aim for her week off was to enjoy the weather and just lay on the sand. And getting a tan would also help her look for all the press she had to do. She chastised herself again. She really needed to stop thinking about work for more than one minute.

Laughing slightly, she nodded once more. “Kindle gift cards are always a safe option for me!” It was a running joke between her co-stars about how much the girl read. It was not a rare sight between scenes to find her with her head hunched over the device. There were a few photos on the internet of her in that pose, which she always found amusing as she was in her full costume, including the blood of a fight on one day. “But really, flowers are my weakness. Apparently my parents could predict this and named me wisely.” She joked. Her apartment was usually filled with fresh flowers, the smell of them making her feel calmer. Chocolate was good and all, but too much could make her feel sick, what did too many flowers do? Nothing. “You don’t need to woo me anymore, Mrs Cooper.” She joked, purposely using her own surname to try and get a reaction. If the marriage had been a real one, she would have fought for a double barrel name, not wanting either to feel secondary. But it wasn’t real. So she could joke about it. That was definitely how it worked.

Looking over at Scarlett, Daisy found herself being distracted by the beautiful woman in front of her. Blushing, she cleared her throat, trying to move on quickly from her staring. “Wait, what is the bar called?” This was not really what she wanted to ask, but it suddenly dawned on her that little bits of information like that would be the whole unraveling of their story. It wouldn’t really be any skin off her nose if that happened, but she didn’t want Scarlett to end up being embarrassed in front of people she knew. “For the record, my show is called Subject and it is totally awesome.” She winked, before grinning. It wasn’t like she was inflating her own ego, more the writers of the show.

[scarlxttgreen]

With a laugh, Scarlett held up her hands, her index finger crossed over her middle ones as she let out a chuckle. “Fingers crossed over here.” Really, more than anything, Scarlett felt like she could do with a break from her life. Whilst she loved hanging out with her friends and catching up with her brothers, this trip to Vegas showed to blonde that she could do with some time for herself, to do something crazy. Next time, however, she’d just have to be more careful not to get married. Each time wouldn’t be as pleasant as the first, right? “We’ll keep you topped up, or a sun brolly. There’s nothing worse than burning to a crisp.”

Mentally taking note of Daisy’s words, Scarlett nodded her head to show she was listening. That was until she got an idea, causing her to raise an eyebrow with a mischievous grin. "So a bunch of Daisy’s and I’ve totally nailed it, right?” Really, she wasn’t sure why she was thinking of ways to win her wife’s favour. So instead she told herself it was to be able to show thanks to her for the next few days to come. First the wedding, then the annulment. They had a lot to get through, and though it would end with them parting their ways, Scar was happy to spend as much time with Daisy as she could between now and then. “Mrs Cooper?” Scarlett scoffed, even though she didn’t totally hate the idea of the name. “I think you’ll find that Mrs Cooper-Green rolls off the tongue a lot better.” She said, never wanting to be Mrs Green. That had been her mother and she did not want to end up like that.

“Moretti’s. It’s my brother’s, girlfriend’s place.” She said with a nod, liking how Daisy was thinking of the real questions that would get them through the next forty-eight hours. Sure, it was all well and good getting to know intimate details of one another, but they needed to act like a married couple tomorrow. She needed to know the real things that would come up tomorrow, or at least have some cheats at hand in her friend’s nosy natures got involved. “Subject... I think I’ve seen that promoed!” Scar exclaimed, thinking back to the adverts she’d have seen on tv the odd times she settled down to watch something that wasn’t being streamed. “It actually looks kinda good, though you’re going to have to skim over the basics with me. Not enough to spoil anything, I will watch it at some point, just enough so I can gush over my talented wife.” 

[daisyxcooper]

Daisy felt a grin spread across her cheeks. Seriously, how were her cheek muscles not aching? “That’s impressive!” She gushed. How could she feel so proud of someone she had only known for a few hours? Most of them being hours she couldn’t remember. “You must be rushed off your feet, I am sure all your hard work will pay off.” She felt like she sounded like a overbearing aunt who constantly spreads the optimism, but she truly did believe if you worked hard at something, you could achieve it. Look at her. She worked her ass off, and she is now living her dream. And she was sure Scarlett could do it too. Not that she knew enough about the other woman’s personality.  But still, she had faith in her wife’s abilities.

Chewing gently on her bottom lip, Daisy thought for a moment. “Would it be cheating to say a boat?” She chuckled, knowing it would be. “Well, I would say my Kindle so I could at east read, but then I suppose that would die pretty quick.” She mused, thinking out loud so that silence didn’t wash over them. “In practical terms, I guess a sleeping bag so I don’t have to seep on the floor, a knife so I can get food….” She paused, frowning slightly as she thought of a third. “Sun cream.” She stated suddenly. “I burn fairly easily, so I would rather not be stuck and burnt!” All her answers were sensible, and she hoped she didn’t seem boring because of them. But practicality was one of her fortes.

Tilting her head to the side, Daisy tried to remember how many questions they had asked each. She knew it wasn’t 20 , but she had no idea. Not that it mattered, it wasn’t like they had to stic to the rules. Rules seemed to go out the window with the two of them. “Where is your ideal holiday destination?” As she asked, Daisy couldn’t help but think about ta potential honeymoon. She chastised herself, trying to avoid thinking of this as real. It was an act. Another part. One that would be over as soon as possible. Unfortunately. Trying to keep her expression neutral in amidst of her inner battle with her own mind, Daisy focused on Scarlett,. She was not letting her attraction to this girl fuck things up, especially by fucking up Scarlett’s life by inviting her to the craziness that was her life. 

[scarlxttgreen]

Scarlett could feel the blush dusting her cheeks at the praise from her wife. For so long she had kept the classes under wraps so no one could find out, just in case she failed miserably as she did with most projects she undertook. It was weird that after knowing the woman at her side for less than twenty-four hours she felt comfortable with sharing her hidden truths. It was something she could get used to, even if she wouldn’t get the chance. “It’s not exactly in the spirit of the game but at least you’re practical.” Scar said with a laugh, happy for the spotlight to be off her for a change. She found it interesting how her drunk self had found such a practical woman to marry, as those things would be the things furthest from her mind would she ever find herself in such a situation, even if her father had taught her better. “Shelter, a weapon and protection, sounds like you’d survive no problem.”

Pursing her lips, Scarlett stayed silent for a moment or two as she thought on her answer. There was a lot of the world she would like to see, if given the chance, though there was one place on the map she would go back to in a heartbeat. “I guess I would have to say Australia.” She answered with a nod, knowing everything else on her bucket list could wait. “We used to live there when I was a baby and I don’t really remember much of it, but I think it would be nice to go back. My brothers talk about it with fond memories.” Her voice was wistful as she spoke, her eyes never straying from Daisy’s just like the small smile on her lips never quite disappears. “Besides, who doesn’t love the beach?” The trip to Vegas, even if for the wedding, was the first time she had been out of state in a long time. She had her friends and family surrounding her and she had not strayed further- though one day, when she saved the money, she hoped to.

“Are you a flowers or chocolate kinda girl?” Scar asked, picking the first question that came to mind, even though she had been the one to suggest that nothing was off limits. Even though she’d love to know the dark, juicy secrets Daisy may be hoarding, it was only a small part of her. What Scarlett really wanted was to get to know her wife, what she liked, what she didn’t, what she’d like to do on a sunny Sunday afternoon if they were both available. She knew it was dumb. After this weekend, they would probably never see each other again. Hell, the only contact would probably be the divorce papers, a thought that caused her mood to somber a little. “Or neither and I should probably get you a Kindle gift card instead?”