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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 6

Daria walked to her home, alone save for the knowledge that Jane wasn’t going to leave her, nor was Aunt Amy. There was something about knowing that, which gave her confidence and made her heart lighter. She knew that she’d have to rely on that confidence and their strengths through this next part. She didn’t even know where to start looking. After all, she couldn’t very well drag the first person she saw in off the street and screw their brains out. No matter how badly she would want to.

Looking up as she turned onto the front walk before her house she found Stacy watching her with the eyes of a kicked puppy while she sat on the front stoop. Daria stopped dead still as she noticed Stacy was about to break out into tears over something. Now wasn’t the time for her to be here, not with Daria being ready to jump her bones at the drop of a hat. It would be best to get Stacy out of here quickly so Daria could retreat back into her room, leaving the world safe from her.

“Hey Stacy,” Daria said as she approached the weepy girl, “I think Quinn’s out right now. I can let her know you were here, though...”

“Actually Daria, I wanted to see you... Quinn says you’re smart and that you have helped her out with quite a few problems...” Stacy said without looking away from Daria, all the while her eyes seemed to grow sadder.

“You, want to talk to me about problems?” Daria asked dryly as her eyebrow arched up, “What type?”

“Can... Can we talk about this inside? I’d rather not anyone hear this besides you...” Stacy bit her lower lip to try and mask the trembling it had begun. “Please Daria; I really need your help.”

Daria looked at the begging young woman before her and felt her mind starting to slip into a dream. Already the tempting images of Stacy begging on her knees before Daria, dressed only in a set of thin leathers that caused her breasts to lift and push out, making them larger and fuller for Daria’s teasing touch. She could easily break Stacy, and turn her into an obedient little slut. Slamming her eyes shut Daria fought the mental image away, trying to drive it back into the deep, dark recesses of her mind that had spawned it. Daria wanted a lover, not a slave. Suddenly the scene shifted, and there was Stacy again begging, but rather begging for Daria to return to bed. A soft glisten of sweat gave Stacy an aura about her body as she sat there watching Daria with loving eyes. Standing from the bed Stacy walked over slowly, her small nipples hardening in the cool air as she hugged Daria close, giving her a tender kiss on the lips, letting the passion and need she felt flow into the simple kiss.

Opening her eyes she found Stacy staring at her with a worried look to her eyes, primed like a runner to either bolt away from Daria, or to catch her should she need to. Daria pulled out her keys to the house and nodded for Stacy to go in first. Walking up the stairs, Daria couldn’t help but notice the sway of Stacy’s skinny hips, and the growing desire building between her legs. This was a bad idea. She had known it before she had opened the door, but she couldn’t just leave Stacy like that. Not when Stacy had risked becoming a Fashion Club pariah to come see her.

After an eternity of watching Stacy’s ass swishing back and forth, Daria finally shut her bedroom door, letting Stacy sit on the bed while she grabbed her computer chair. Stacy sat, fidgeting nervously under Daria’s gaze.

“You said you wanted to talk to me about something Stacy? What is it?” Daria asked after a few minutes of awkward silence between the two. “I know you’re taking a great risk being here, so let’s hurry it up, for both of our reputations.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, it’s just that I know you’re a smart person and that you could probably help me with my problems, but you’ll probably think that they’re stupid, and I shouldn’t be wasting your time with them, but I couldn’t think of anyone else that could help me out, so I came to you for help, but if you don’t want me to be here, I understand and will just go, but please hear me out first…” Stacy started in full panic mode only to be stopped by Daria raising her hand with the palm flat to her.

“Stacy, take a deep breath, and tell me what your problems are. I won’t judge you because of them,” Daria said reassuringly as she lowered her hand, indicating for Stacy to begin.

Taking a deep breath, Stacy began again wringing her hands out of nervousness. “You see, a few weeks ago, I started noticing that I didn’t really pay as much attention to guys as Quinn and Sandi do. Then I realized that I didn’t really care for guys much at all. I just shrugged it off as a phase, thinking that there was nothing wrong with a period in which guys weren’t the focal point of my life… at least until last week…” Stacy trailed off with a blush as she slipped off her sandals, bringing her slender legs up to her chest, giving Daria a slight view of her thong before hiding it with her calves.

Daria forced her eyes to focus on the wall an inch above Stacy’s head, just so that she didn’t try for another peek at Stacy’s underwear. “What happened last week Stacy?”

“I... I was showering after gym class, and it was just me and Quinn in the showers. The other girls had already finished showering, or didn’t need to. Quinn was talking about the test we had taken the hour before gym, saying something about how Mr. O’Neill was acting oddly since that paint-balling fieldtrip. She said that she suspect that he and Ms. Barch might be dating... I don’t remember what she said after that because... because...” Stacy cut herself off by hiding her head behind her knees, the sounds of her frantic breathing told Daria that she was fighting back a panic attack.

“Stacy... maybe I’m not the right one to talk to about this...” Daria started, only to cut off at the sound of Stacy’s crying.

“I’m a freak! I know it!” Stacy sobbed into her legs as she tried to disappear into a ball. “I couldn’t stop it, I didn’t want to, it just happened, I’m a horrid friend, I shouldn’t have done it, it’s all my fault, I’m a freak! I shouldn’t be around normal people; I should just go away and never come back!”

Daria sprang from her chair and grabbed a hold on the hysterical girl as she tried to run from the room. Something inside Daria told her that if Stacy left now, she’d never see her again. Despite her callous nature; despite her reputation for never caring, she did. Maybe not about that football jerk, but Stacy was her sister’s best friend, and she was a decent person. Daria cared about her. Holding Stacy in a bear hug, she managed to drag the taller, lighter girl down to the floor and pin her there, even as she squirmed and cried. Finally Daria felt Stacy go slack under her, her sobs changing from loud, pained ones to shuddering, quiet ones.

“What happened Stacy? Why are you freaking out like this?” Daria asked, still holding Stacy in her arms. Her hold had turned from one of strength, to that of a motherly hold she had held Jane in earlier. “Talk to me Stacy, please.”

“I’m a freak Daria; I shouldn’t have wasted your time... I should just go away from everyone,” Stacy mumbled quietly as tears continued streaming down her cheeks.

“Stacy, please, just tell me what you did. You’re not a freak,” Daria whispered gently into the pigtailed girl’s ear as she took one hand up to stroke the timid girl’s hair. “Just talk to me so I can help you.”

“I was staring at Quinn,” Stacy said after a few minutes of Daria’s petting, her voice dry and cracked from the crying, “I was thinking about kissing Quinn, laying her down in the showers and kissing every inch of her... I think I’m in love with her.”

Daria bit her lip as she looked at the mousy girl. This wasn’t a good thing to hear; especially not when she was a walking time bomb of hormones herself. As she watched she noticed that Stacy was falling asleep. Once Stacy was sleeping, Daria detangled herself from the frail looking girl and walked over to her desk. Pulling out a couple tissues from her desk drawer, she returned and dried Stacy’s eyes.

Daria would have to talk to Stacy when she woke up, but for right now, Stacy needed to rest, the sheer look of exhaustion of her face tore at Daria’s heart. Closing her eyes she walked away, wondering how many nights Stacy had stayed up worrying about this. Sitting down by the wall, Daria pulled a book from her shelves and began reading, trying to take her mind off of how nice Stacy’s body felt pressed up against hers.
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