The returning crowd is alive tonight, reacting in all the right ways: cheering the good guys, booing the heels, practically eating out of the palm of their hands at each promo.
Daria stands in gorilla, fiddling with her taped wrist and watches Mandy versus Ember on screen. It's for the number one contendership with Mandy scheduled to go over, and as a fan, honestly, Daria's impressed.
Her best friend has come a long way since their days on Tough Enough. The level she's able to keep up with a veteran, move for move, with an athlete like Adrienne is breathtaking.
A split second passes and Mandy hits a running knee and goes for the cover.
"1,2,3!" It's over, the ref calls for the bell. Mandy's theme plays to the jeers throughout the Toyota Center and Daria watches as she mocks fans all the way up the ramp into the back.
They high-five after Vince and his cronies congratulate her on a job well done.
"You looked good out there."
"Were you expecting anything less." The blonde's smile is playful and good natured as she wipes her brow.
"You're so full of yourself."
A beat passes between them when her best friend decides to invade her personal space, breathing hotly in her ear. "I know what else I'd like to be full of."
And before she can get a word out, Adrienne limps to the back and Mandy skips over out of reach.
She's been like that for a week. Taunting Daria with her words. Teasing her with looks from across crowded rooms, and baiting her with touches when no one else is looking.
It's enough to drive Daria mad. After their second, final time ("a blip") Mandy said, it was like a warpath was created with the distinct goal to burn Daria's ears crimson red or flood her underwear. Possibly both.
No, scratch that. Definitely both.
And what's even crazier; she can't exactly say she hates this side of her best friend. Four and half years ago she'd jump at the opportunity to stand in the same shoes she's in today.
Twenty-three year old Daria was a bit of a horny mess.
Factoring in recent activities with the blonde, she's still -
"Daria. You got a second?"
***
Five year contract.
Five years is a long time.
"Can I get back to you?"
"... of course."
***
"Helloooo, and welcome to an all new episode of … DaMandyz Donuts!"
The girls greet their YouTube audience for the hundredth time. Since the end of their on screen feud came to an end they mutually decided to put their "differences" aside and record together again.
"Today we're in Houston Texas at Christy's Donuts Kolaches."
"They came highly recommended by your fellow Texans, so we thought we'd give'm a shot."
Mandy holds the box up to the screen, opening the lid showcasing their half dozen prizes.
"As usual, we have two of our glazed fav and a couple others here." She says, pointing out one old fashioned, apple fritter, maple bacon and their famous blueberry kolach.
"Yum."
"Yum, yum." Mandy adds.
Placing the box between them, Mandy hands Daria a glazed and takes one of her own. They press the donuts together, "cheers!"
"Mmm."
Mandy moans, extra loud and overally erotic, catching Daria's eyes from under her lashes.
"So good." She says to the camera. Daria quietly chews, trying not to choke.
They bite into the other three without incident but when it comes time to try the Kolach Mandy splits the pastry, handing the bigger half over. They toast again.
Her first thought: "Not bad, it's puffy and warm on the inside -" but it's cut short when she feels Mandy thumb wipe the corner of her lip.
"You got a little…" and then licks her thumb, sucking the tip about five seconds too long while looking her dead in the eye.
She moans again, lower and much closer to the real thing this time and Daria flushes, freezing mid-chew on camera.
***
"You're such a fucking tease, fuck ."
Mandy has the audacity to smile against her lips, kisses her harder.
Not shortly after they finished filming, Daria tosses the phone in the cupholder and reaches over the armrest, tugs Mandy closer and smashes their lips together.
She couldn't take it anymore. It's been a full week of Mandy, Mandy , Mandy and no matter how hard she tries not to want this and accept her flimsy blip excuse she can only take so much. When the blonde licks her bottom lip Daria gasps, letting Mandy slip past and slide against hers.
And if they're not careful they'll end up naked in the back of the car. For the parking lot and eventually TMZ to see.
"Wait, wait. Wait." She kisses her once more then separates, planting her back squarely against the car door. "We have to stop."
An honest to god pout twist Mandy's lips. But Daria pressed on because this conversation is becoming way past due.
"I think we need to talk."
Blue eyes look from beneath long lashes, trying to distract her down to the plump, bruised lip pinched between pretty white teeth.
Shit. Fuck.
" Mandy. " The brunette whines and she never whines but as Daria is quickly coming to understand: Mandy's her exception.
"Fine." She finally, (thankfully) relents and sits straighter in her seat. "What do you want to talk about?"
Daria's eye twitches.
The New Yorker chuckles deep, collapsing back leaving the brunette to wait it out.
"Sorry, sorry," chuckles pitters into girlish giggles. "Sorry, kidding. I'm kidding - you're just so … serious."
Shouldn't she be? They were literally minutes away from boning in the backseat of her rental car in the middle of the night outside a donut shop.
"D, come on," she takes her hand, brings it to her lap and squeezes. "We're having fun." Mandy tilts her chin, "right?"
"Is that all this is, fun?"
She's not angry or heart broken. She knew exactly what she was getting into that night but one time turned into two times, which turned into flirting which lead to making out in a 2018 Honda Accord. She just doesn't want to cross hairs and confuse things anymore than they already are.
"Yes."
Daria nods, "cool." She cups Mandy's cheek and dives back in. "Good talk."
***
Twin moans echo around the otherwise quiet room and Daria slumps to the side, crashing on her pillow and sucks in as much air as she can.
"Goddamn."
Mandy grins from behind the arm draped over her face and looks over. "Yeah?"
Daria hums pleasantly satisfied after their third round, she's exhausted. And they have to be up in a couple hours to catch their flight.
Her eyes are heavy and she's basically asleep when she remembers the phone call from her parents earlier that day.
"Party?" Mandy mumbles, halfway to dreamland herself.
Cuddling the pillow, Daria nods. "...'rents wedding," she yawns, "anniversary. You said … there, remember?"
In the days between Thanksgiving and Christmas the two sat across from Berenatos at her mother's favorite restaurant, laughing at her father's terrible dad jokes while sipping a bottle of expensive Shiraz, when the topic comes up and her mother directs her attention on the blonde.
"You'll be there, right?"
"Of course," she brushed her shoulder against Daria's, "Until this one can find someone better than me, I'm her girl."
Her trainer pushes, circling the pads in a series of combinations.
"That's it, you got it. C'mon, twenty more."
Daria punches and punches. Her arms are growing heavy but she doesn't stop. Hitting harder, moving faster as Jarod counts the final seconds of her routine.
"5" pop "4" pop "3" pop-pop "2" pop-pop-pop "1" releasing a burning scream, Daria cocks back and tries to blast through the last pad with everything she has left. POP!
"Good, girl. Let's break for the day."
Daria nods, waiting for her trainer to leave the ring before fatigue replaces her adrenaline and falls to the mat. She stretches her limbs out until she resembles a starfish in the sand as she tiredly stares up at the ceiling.
"Here."
A cool water bottle and towel breaks her line of sight, and she takes it greedily, watching as the taller man sits beside her.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, happy new year by the way.”
She tilts her chin acknowledgement, drinks and wipes her brow. “It hasn’t been that long.” A month, six weeks at most and he was closed for the last two because of the holiday.
“You were intense today.” He leaves the statement hanging in the air, and Daria’s not sure how to respond, brow raised as she sips her water. “More so than usual, I mean.”
So, yeah. She’s been pretty amped up lately, sue her. This was the perfect place to let it out.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
She chuckles, “giving out free therapy sessions now, are you?” when he doesn’t laugh or follow up, she takes in the questions’ severity. “I’m fine, everything’s fine, just stuff on my mind.”
Specifically Mandy. She’s been on her mind constantly since that night.
He sizes her up, head to toe, searching for anything out of the ordinary that he can pinpoint and for her part she takes his scrutiny. Appreciates it, a little, that her friend who she’s only known since her tenure in Florida can see something’s up. She’s not afraid of anything changing, Mandy promised, but for the last two days she can’t help but wonder what-if.
Jarod must come up short because he gets up, and offers her a hand to her feet. “Remember to take it easy, alright?”
Playfully she taps his shoulder.
“I always do.”
***
“Daria, It’s Mark Carrano. Give me a call back. We’d like to discuss your contract renewal.”
***
Walking through the airport has become second nature at this point. Tampa International has become her home away from her work home away from her home-home.
She greets Melinda, the ticket agent, with a tired smile, her ID and ticket. The older woman returns it kindly. “Out for work again or have you finally decided to take my advice and go on a nice vacation instead?”
“I wish.”
Melinda wags her finger as she lets Daria through. “One of these days I’m going to get you and that friend of yours on a flight to the Bahamas or somewhere … a nice Sandals Resort, maybe.” She says indifferently, Daria almost misses the mention of her friend and stumbles.
It’s been nearly a week since New Year Day. Ninety-Six hours and counting.
“Mandy’s here? On this flight?”
Melinda nods, scans another flyers ticket. “She boarded a little while ago.”
Hmm. “Thanks, Mel.”
“Have a safe flight, sweetie. I’ll see you when you get back.”
“See ya’.” Daria waves.
She recognizes the pilot and a few of the flight attendants, says good morning and searches for her seat: 21C.
“19, 20 … 21C.” She looks down at her neighbor, and practically laughs because of course. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
Blue eyes slant, roll even. “The phone works two ways you know.”
She smirks and stores her carry-on. The thin padding on the seat is hell on her back but she’s used to it by now, like a lot of things but what she’s not use to is the distance she feels to her best friend, sitting beside her.
“Are we going to be okay?”
After all, it was just sex. Amazing – mind numbing sex, but at the end of the day - just sex.
The blonde brushes her shoulder against Daria’s. “Of course.” She says with no hesitation. A beat passes before she whispers. “How could I be mad at you for making me cum so hard?”
Mandy bites her lip, and looks away as the flight attendants start walking down the aisle preparing for take-off.
The flush of Mandy’s words spread over Daria’s body at light speed. The blood rushing in her ears feels like a countdown ready to explode.
They don’t talk about it. They don’t talk at all but every time Mandy moves (grabbing her headphones, receiving her drink, flipping along her magazine) Daria detects it in her bones. A week ago she considered apologizing without reason just to get back, and redo this whole thing because the thought of Mandy regretting that night – regretting her …
When Mandy brushes her hand over Daria’s thigh for the third time – well, any doubt she had previously are reduced to a hush.
When they land in Houston Daria grabs her bag and passes Mandys’ to her. They thank the crew and grab a rental.
“Are you hungry?” It’s nearly seven in the morning and Daria could go for some food right now, and Denny’s is coming up on their left. Mandy obviously has the same idea pointing out the restaurant.
“You’re such a savage.”
Mandy looks at the stack of pancakes on Daria’s plate compared to her two, and smirks. The brunette doesn’t comment, busy cutting into her stack and pouring syrup over every inch. She's close to full when again, Mandy brushes against her. This time it’s under the table, away from everyone’s eyes, the toe of her shoe slowly climbs its way up Daria’s calf. Up and down, twice now until brown catches blue from across the table.
Daria gulps.
***
“We – you said,” the groan Daria tries to compress comes rushing out as Mandy sucks on her bottom lip. “Only,” Mandy finds her mouth forcing the word: once, back in. The one time was supposed to be just that, but when they leave the restaurant and Mandy asks her to come up to her room five hours before they’re to report to the arena – one time is quickly turning into twice.
Lifting her shirt, scratching lighting at her abs, Mandy’s hands are everywhere. Before Daria can register one sensation another replaces it.
“Thinking about this – you.” Mandy kisses her lips, her neck back up to her jaw before softly moaning in her ear. “Since that night. I need you.”
And if there ever was a green light to go off on, this was it. Daria doesn’t think about probable consequences, only how good she can make Mandy feel in this moment.
Their clothes are on the floor and she’s in between Mandy’s legs before she can blink. Kissing the freckles scattering her chest and down her stomach, leaving invisible marks on her friend that only they’d know of until her lips reach the small tuft of dark hair at Mandy's center.
Her tongue grows heavy, eager, at the chance to revisit Mandy’s natural mouthwatering taste and burrows down, lifting and spreading her legs to allow her fuller access.
At first contact, she moans loudly to match the one coming from above. God, she taste as good as she remembers, licking from bottom to top and back again collecting every drop until she reaches the bundles of nerves and circles her tongue.
It doesn’t take Mandy long. It never does, she realizes. The flick of her firm tongue and a strong suck is enough to undo the blonde beneath her. Sharp nails scrap her scalp, tugging at her loose ponytail forcing her closer to suck harder until the thighs around her ears tremble and shake before going limp, falling back on the bed.
“Fuck …” Mandy breathes, voice broken and harsh.
Daria nuzzles the skin where thigh connects to hip, biting lightly at the skin she knows can be hidden away from prying eyes, and looks up at the heaving breast above her, craving the weight of pink nipples on her tongue but settles on reaching up and teasing a finger around them instead.
Around she circles, again and again until Mandy begs and Daria smiles into her soft stomach, kissing back down and spreading her open with her tongue, finally pinching stiff nipples between her forefingers and thumb as she buries her tongue inside.
She pinches and withdraws then dives back in until Mandy is whimpering wreck above her, legs taught on both side and feet planted on the mattress until she’s humping Daria’s face. Twisting her hips until Daria’s is further inside lapping her completely, jaw tensed but determined.
Mandy’s there again, seconds away from falling, but Daria knows she can cum harder. She will. Regretfully, she lets one tit go, trailing it down until her thumb contacts the tip of Mandy's clit and presses.
Her back arches as she cums with a scream, hips bucking and body twitching. She tugs at Daria’s hair, somehow pressing her even closer as she spills into Daria’s mouth, down her chin and onto the bed.
When she comes to, Daria softly kisses her inner thigh, licking up any traces she might’ve missed, but she’s shifting. The hand on Mandy’s clit now between her own legs as her kisses start to lose traction and become heavy against the blonde.
Glazed, Mandy looks down, releasing the hold she has on the brunette’s hair and lifts herself up on wobbly elbows to watch. Daria grunts, face red flushed with the heat coiling tightly in her stomach as she rubs her own clit in tight fast circles until she’s humping her hand. Preening as Mandy brushes sweat damp hair from her forehead and says, “cum for me, baby. Please I want to see you cum.”
"Oh fuck," Daria whimpers, upper body stiffening as her hand and hips go crazy losing the rhythm she created and bucks sloppily, pressing her mouth into the meat of Mandy’s thigh and sucks, cumming just like that.
“Holy shit,” Mandy breathes, replaying the noises Daria makes against her, for her, and falls back happily on the bed.
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“I want to make love to you.”
Daria hears fireworks explode in the distance, can see bright colors coat the sky outside above her friends, co-worker's as they cheer and bring in the New Year. And yet, all she comprehends are seven words. Make love to you. They string along distinctively loud.
Hearing them … it’s certainly the last thing she expects from Mandy when the blonde drags her inside as the rest of the party bring in 2021.
“Tonight. I want to make love to you tonight.” She clarifies. “Please, say something ...”
What exactly does she want her to say?
Sure. Let’s do this thing. In fact, take off your dress and we can go right here, right now.
No, nonono. For one they’re inside Trinity and Jimmy’s home. And two -? Two, Mandy is her friend. Her best friend.
“I know this is a lot to take in.”
Her eyes widen, jaw tenses as goose-flesh spread out over her body to say no shit but forces herself to focus and breathe. Good lord does she need all her energy for such a simple task.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” Mandy murmurs, slowly twisting the ring around her finger, “and I really want to do this." A beat passes before she quietly emphasizes, "with you."
Her.
She wants ... her?
"I-"
Years. Almost half a decade to ignore what ifs and alternative possibilities when now – now, she’s standing in her work friends kitchen on the first day of the brand new year and the hugest secret close to her chest is being dragged into the light. Proud and present on the shiniest, silver platter her mind can conjure.
“I…”
Her delayed flight instincts finally kick in and to take a moment – just to get her fucking bearings because holy hell – she can’t even inhale properly without smelling Mandy's perfume.
"Ineedto-I’llberightback.”
She lets her go without another word, thankfully, and finds herself in the bathroom. It’s the size of a small apartment but there’s enough room to work out the building energy rapidly intensifying. She slows down eventually and splashes water to cool down but nothing really settles the feeling of the walls caving in.
Not until she catches her reflection in the mirror at least, starring at the red flush in her cheeks and her busy hands that won’t stop shaking.
“Shit.”
How the hell is this happening to her?
It’s taken a serious effort to train her mind into not thinking of Mandy like this - under her, under her – loving her …
She hangs her head. The anxious feeling in her fingertips tap repeatedly against the counter top and groans.
It’s not working this time. The metaphorical lock box labeled “never touch” with all of her wicked thoughts is being cracked open, finally allowed to roam free. Fantasy Mandy is wanton, and giving. She’s soft and sweet and her moans of pleasure are – are otherworldly. Fantasy Mandy is eager for everything Daria is there to offer, spread wide ready for her to explore.
She wants it. She wants her.
And she can have it. It’s waiting right outside the door. All she has to do is say yes.
“Say yes.”
Daria tells herself and the terrified reflection starring back at her. Once it became clear all she and Mandy where ever going to be friends, she never hoped or asked or allowed herself to think, but, the decision are in her hands this time. The choice was hers to take.
“Yes.”
But.
“Nothing changes.”
It’s her one and only demand. Tonight cannot change their friendship. Sex for one night or any stretch of time was not worth it. Mandy is her best friend, her person – her safe place – and in this crazy career path they decided to walk down, she needs that most of all.
“Promise me.”
Mandy hesitates, steps forward an inch where there’s still enough space between them before silently reaching her hand out. “I promise.”
And against her better judgement Daria places her palm in the blonde’s.
*** ***
Goodbyes blur together as they hug their friends, wishing them good nights before Daria finds herself at her doorstep. Subconsciously she wonders if they ended up here to preserve any lasting comfort, knowing that if she backs out at least it wouldn’t have to be her that left.
Stepping forward first, Daria braces against the foyer wall and unhooks one heel before the other, letting seconds tick by before facing the woman behind her.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
Another step and she’s in her living room sliding her jacket off and placing the garment over a leather chair.
“No, thank you. I'm fine.”
“Are you sure? We've been drinking a lot tonight, I think some water will-”
The rest is clipped short at Mandy’s touch, dying on her tongue and halted in brain as she’s nearly knocked over by look in her friend’s eyes. Never in a million years did she think her best friend could look at her like this. Her pupils are nearly black, full of lust.
Daria gulps.
“D?”
“...yeah?”
Soft hands trek up and around until they rest on her shoulders. Eyes searching for hints this might end quicker than either of them hope and when blonde sees none she skims her thumb over Daria’s bottom lip. Electrifying the nerves and heightening her sense of feeling.
“I want to kiss you.” Mandy licks her lips, gently, “may I kiss you?”
Brown eyes zone in and all she can see is Mandy. Nothing else. She can’t even process anything disrupting this moment with her here standing toe to toe, chest to chest.
The first kiss is not gentle or how she imagined it all. It’s rough, greedy. Attacking as if this is the only chance she’ll ever get because this is the only time. She’d feel awful if Mandy wasn’t ambushing her just the same, almost tricking her into believing the blonde has wanted this for just as long.
Hands grope, squeezing and feeling down her friends plush hips, around until they found home on Mandy’s ass. She moans into her Daria’s mouth, opening up to the brunette just enough for her to slip her tongue in and get her first real taste.
Jesus.
She’s everything. Everything.
If she’s not careful, if she doesn’t pace herself she might embarrass herself in the middle of the living room without Mandy ever properly touching her, without Mandy even getting her out of her clothes.
“Room, b-bedroom.”
She pleads, breathing into Mandy’s mouth, diving back in for another taste she was quickly finding herself addicted to. Using her to hold herself up as she tugs at her bottom lip and sucks at the skin when neck meets shoulder. Nipping and licking and fuck –
Her bedroom is down the hall. She can literally see it above Mandy's shoulder. If only her body would regroup from this melted mess Mandy was quickly resorting her to.
Lips and tongue slide up the line of Daria's jaw, targeting her mouth, her tongue, her teeth and pulling whimpers away.
Daria grunts. She can’t take it anymore. She needs to be out of her clothes. She needs Mandy the same. Naked, beneath her and screaming her name. She takes a second to gather the strength, lips still locked together, but finds it in herself to secure Mandy against her and lift. One hand safely tucked under her ass and the other at her back and takes off as fast as the heat growing between her legs will allow.
When she grinds against Daria's stomach, she nearly tips over. The heat between her friend’s legs is scorching, wet and pleasantly seeping through her oxford. She loves it, she wants more – cupping the soft flesh she brings her closer, aiding her quest for pleasure.
“Y-yee-ees,” Mandy shakily inhales, back arching, “yeessss.”
Daria holds her, steadying her as Mandy’s lower body humps without abandon until she breaks, shuttering against the flat steel of her stomach. Pressing her to the wall outside her bedroom door, she feels safer to match the blonde. Finds joy in the bare feel of Mandy’s ass in her hands as her dress continues to ride up her waist, and kisses her again chasing Mandy's moans back inside.
The pace fastens until Daria can hear the thwack echoing the halls and it drives her to give more, impels her to slip her fingers down and seek her clit. She rolls them over Mandy’s lace underwear slow to start and quickens the more Mandy chases after it. Faster and faster until her friend freezes in her arms. Erupting from inside out. Moaning loudly, beautifully like music made for Daria’s ears. A burst of wetness drips onto her and holy fucking hell, Daria can't remember the last time she's been this turned on. If ever.
When her hips still, Mandy slumps against the wall. The back of her head thumping once before Daria safely places her hand as a barrier. She runs her fingers through her hair, scratching lightly at her scalp until (surprisingly) Mandy purrs.
She stores that tidbit of information away for later.
Kisses her neck, taste the salt their and the distinctness of the blonde. Admires the rumpled waves falling over flushed cheeks and Daria is mesmerized. She can't take her eyes off the post-coital fatigue in her arms, kissed bruised lips and the sweat dotting her forehead and, whoa.
Until this point Daria has seen her best friend in multiple forms: dressed to the nines, in comfortable clothes, tired after a hard workout but this, this is her new favorite look. Because she did that.
And oh. If she can break her apart in just a manner for moments, then well – she was going to put her soul into giving Mandy everything tonight.
"And you’re okay?"
Pouty lips Daria can't take her eyes off of, smirk then sigh.
"Couldn't be better."
Daria dips, kissing the first patch of soft skin her lips came in contact with and straightens her stance, securing her, then takes a step inside her room.
