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Repression and Repercussions	By : SilentMagi Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 5313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Daria and characters are all copyrighted to Glenn Eichler and Susie Lewis Lynn, I make no profit off this other than basic enjoyment.

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Repression and Repercussions
Chapter 11

Jane sighed as she tied up her boots; she had to talk to Daria, and had to do it now. Looking out the window she smiled as she saw that it was sunny and warm out. This would definitely help make her feel better about talking to Daria, almost as if it was an omen for the day sent to her from the powers that be.

Walking out of her house and down the road she frowned as she noticed that it was a virtual ghost town. That just didn’t make sense to her at all; it was a beautiful day and someone should have been out enjoying it. Soon she arrived at Daria’s house and looked at it nervously. This was the biggest step of her life, and she had to make it now. Striding up she stopped just short of the door and rang the bell, hearing Daria call from inside that she’d be there in a moment.

As Daria opened the door she had to pause and blink slowly to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. Finally she couldn’t stop herself from asking, “Jane... do I dare ask why you're here in only your boots?"

Jane smiled and stalked forward shutting the door behind her as Daria retreated into her house. “Well Daria, I thought we could knock boots as they say. I just dressed appropriately.”

Daria felt herself get cornered as she watched her best friend stalk closer, worried that some madness had taken her. Maybe it was Barksdale curse causing this madness, driving Jane into a lustful frenzy, it could be that Jane was possessed by some succubus here for her soul, or that cat staring down from her ceiling was controlling her mind.

Wait... cat in the ceiling? That didn’t make any sense, she didn't own any cats. Looking back up at the ceiling she saw that the cat wasn’t there any longer, which reminded her that there was something else wrong with this scenario. Lowering her eyes, she stared into Jane’s piercing lust filled blue eyes. Something wasn’t right with Jane, and she had to gain the control to fix it, but she didn’t know what to do. It would be so easy to just let Jane’s instinct guide her and take all the blame in the morning, but she never really was one for the easy way out. Jane’s scent filled her nose as she noticed that Jane was nearly upon her, she smelled really good, a faint mix of paint, sweat, and something feminine that gave her just a hint of mystery. Maybe it would be best just to let Jane lead, let Jane’s instincts take over and submit to their base desires.

A trembling breath left her mouth as she looked down at Jane’s lips, so red, full and inviting. Could she let herself bed her best friend, potentially leaving only as a one night stand? Did she have enough willpower to stop herself?

Jane slowly stripped off Daria’s coat, revealing her t-shirt and slender arms. It was so easy to submit to Jane’s tender passion, so easy to let the hand sliding under her shirt pull upwards, so easy to nod when Jane asked her permission to continue. Daria felt her breath catch as she saw Jane lower her own bra to the ground; she hadn’t even felt Jane remove it. This wasn’t possible, Jane was the straight one, something was seriously wrong. Daria watched with wide eyes as Jane lowered her head slowly to her nipples, felt the slight warmth of Jane’s breath on one of her nipples. Jane’s eyes looked up at Daria with a small secretive smile before opening her mouth and said, “And that’s today’s weather report, you are listening to Z-93. This is Bing and Spatula-man and we’re MENTAL IN THE MORNING!”

Daria’s eyes snapped open as she sat up in her bed and slapped her hand on the snooze button. Was that a dream? If it was, why hadn’t she simply woken up from it like she had previously? Could it simply be exhaustion keeping her down longer than normal? And WHAT was up with that cat in the ceiling? Rolling off the bed she sighed heavily trying to clear her head. There was so much that was simply wrong with that dream that she should just forget about it. At least her idea to use a heavy flow pad seemed to have kept her from needing to change her sheets again.

Looking over at her alarm clock she tried to remember why she had set it, something about expecting someone. After a moment Stacy’s name surfaced in her mind and she sighed. Helping that poor girl might have seemed the lesser of two evils at the time, but now she worried about what her advice might do to that fragile psyche. That reminded her that Stacy was going to be coming over today, and she’d probably need comforting if that girl she went to talk to rejected her.

Standing up Daria put on her glasses and glared out at the sunshine streaming in through the slits between her curtains. Yes, it looked to be a beautiful day for her to ruin someone else’s life... again. No, she couldn’t let herself slip into that train of thought, she needed to be positive and helpful, and she also needed a shower.

Slipping out of her room into the oddly quiet upstairs hallway she noticed that Quinn’s room was empty. Vaguely she remembered her sister mentioning something about a fashion expo at the mall that morning, so that that meant Stacy would arrive later in the day. Walking a few steps to the end of the hall, she looks out of the large window down into the driveway, scarcely noting that her parents had already left for work. That meant that she didn’t have to worry about anyone interrupting her for a good while yet.

Turning away from the window and walking back to the bathroom she smirked as she pulled out a towel and a small waterproof tape player. She loved keeping things like this for when she was alone. A little relaxing music, a hot shower, and no interruptions would do a lot of good for her mental state right now.

Turning the water onto the right temperature, she allowed herself a small smile, today might not be so horrible after all. Pressing down on the play button she nodded as she heard the opening of sounds of ‘[i]Anywhere Is[/i]’ play. The driving back beat to the song was good at helping her focus her thoughts. Listening to the song she disrobed and gave into her guilty pleasure again.

As fog overcame her reflection she smirked again, she was fairly well built for a teen who ate tons of junk foods and never exercised if she could avoid it. Slipping into the shower she smiled as the warm water coursed over her body, prompting a pleasured sigh to escape from her lips. Leaning back she rested her head on the shower wall and let the water run down her front, remembering her last shower. In hindsight it was almost amusing to think about a dominant version of herself slipping out of the mirror and making love to herself. She could deal with it later, right now this water felt heavenly as it rained down on her front, rolling down and dripping off of her in various areas.

Opening her eyes she was only mildly surprised to see herself staring back. She knew that she was dreaming again, but she also knew that she couldn’t keep fighting it, so she just let this one happen. Her mirror self walked over and started to gently kiss her, treating her much more tenderly than the dominant one had last time. She had to admit that it did feel good to be kissing someone, to feel the tiny thrill run through her body as their flesh made contact with each other.

Yes, this was wonderful, who else could have been a better lover? She knew everything about her body, everything to make it react just the way she wanted. She could lose herself in this dream; remain here forever if it wasn’t for that annoying ringing.

Daria sighed as her eyes slid open while the phone continued to ring. It was probably nothing important, but she knew her duty was to answer it. Stepping out of the shower she wrapped up in a towel and quickly grabbed the upstairs phone off of the base unit by the window. “Idiots Anonymous, if you’re calling, you’re already a member.”

“Hey Daria, just the person I wanted to hear,” Jane’s voice said tiredly from the tiny speaker in the ear piece. “I wanted to tell you that Tom and I broke up, and I’m on my way over soon. We need to talk.”

Jane’s tone of voice scared Daria enough that she couldn’t reply to Jane with anything more than a mumbled story about taking a shower, and that Jane should just use the spare key to let herself in. Hanging up the phone Daria couldn’t help but notice that her hands were trembling with fear. This wasn’t good.
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