Title: Confessions of the Chronically Oversexed

Chapter eight: Comfort and Restraint

Confession #8 I am a very naughty boy when I wanna be.

"Really? And did you like that?" Daisy asked with wide eyes as I finished my story.

I had to admit, I was barely paying attention with her fingers massaging my scalp and all.

"Ah…um…yeah. I enjoy all of those dreams with you," I shrugged, and then frowned. "Why did you want to hear about this anyway? Didn't you just call me a pervert?"

Daisy gave a little smile and poured more shampoo into her palm.

"Celibacy is hard on girls as well Aiden, but we can't be as obvious about our…--

"—horniness?" I smirked.

"Yeah that." Daisy pushed my head back over the sink with a frown." Truthfully, I have the same thoughts about you Aiden….maybe not so intense, but it's the idea that counts."

"So what—

"—keep your head back," Daisy chided.

"Sorry," I muttered. "So what was your plan...your reasoning? To make me sweat it out while you're living the same hormone crazy life I am? "

Daisy drained the water in the sink and handed me a towel.

"Not at all. To tell you the truth, the way you act around me sometimes…makes me really uncomfortable. I don't like to be seen by anyone as purely a sex object, and the things you do…the things you've done…" she trailed off.

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely as I toweled dry my hair.

Daisy sighed heavily and held up a mirror for me to see.

"No, I'm sorry. Elba says I need to stop looking at the past as an excuse. All I can do is move forward, and the least I can do for you is be honest. So…."

"So….?" I smiled, checking out my newly dyed hair. It was extremely dark brown, but I figured a few good million washes would take care of that.

"So…Aiden, I think you are the absolute epitome of sexiness," said Daisy, hands on her hips.

At this, I found myself laughing. Actually holding my stomach and laughing uncontrollably. She just couldn't be serious.

"Hey! Stop it! I know I was rough on you, but you don't have to laugh!" Daisy snapped, giving me a powerful slap to the head.

(Ow…right where mom gave hers)

"Oh come on Daisy, you can't really think I'm…sexy, can you?" I stared her straight in the eyes and caught sight of the embarrassment written all over her face.

"Well, of course I do," Daisy smiled bashfully. "What kind of girl would I be otherwise?"

"So, am I really that wanted among the femme-population?" I chuckled, bringing Daisy into a hug.

She ran a hand through my wet hair and smirked.

"Well, not that wanted. You're popular, but bad boys are in now. What can I say? Sean's pretty sexy. It's a shame he's taken," she giggled, and then slapped me on the shoulder. "I'm kidding."

(You'd better be.)

"Anyway…" I frowned in response to her previous comment. "How's my hair?"

Daisy pretended to be deep in thought for a moment.

"Sexy," she gave a thumbs up. "Very chic."

"Well, thank you very much," I shook my head with a smile a few times to get the look I wanted, and then dragged Daisy back to the bed.

"So…back to the matter at hand…" I grinned.

"Hmmm?" Daisy lifted her head absentmindedly.

"How often do you use hello kitty over there?" I motioned towards the drawer.

Daisy opened her mouth in shock, and then closed it.

"I—I…" she squeaked. I stifled a chuckle and planted a kiss on her parted lips.

"I'm sure you'll tell me later, yeah?" I smirked, and watched as Daisy smoothed the bed sheets under her palm with a bashful smile.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," I said finally, and curled up in a ball next to her.

"Oh really? I just had my boyfriend find out I use a vibrator after calling him a pervert? Umm…how should I feel?" she buried her face into the small of my back and held me to her tightly.

For a moment, I simply enjoyed our proximity, and closed my eyes. I imagined how great it would be to fall asleep next to her every night.

(Whoa! Stop there! What are you thinking about?!)

I broke free of my fantasy with a little shiver and found that Daisy was snuggling closer against my back. I clasped one of her hands in mine and found it small, but comforting.

"You okay?" she asked suddenly, and I gave a halfhearted smile.

"Yeah, I just spaced out. Anyway…I just…you shouldn't beat yourself up over something I do all the time. I won't tell anyone."

Daisy seemed to relax at this, and startled me when she rolled on top of my waist, her face buried dangerously close to my crotch.

"Thanks," she murmured, sending tiny vibrations across my skin. "You're the best…ever. Just say the word when I make you feel uncomfortable and I'll stop what I'm doing immediately!"

I forced a smile and tried to shift my hips enough for Daisy to get the point..

"Daisy…" I nudged her with my knee.

She lifted her head and gave a sheepish grin.

"Oh I'm doing it now…aren't I?" she muttered. "I…I'm really not good at…"

I watched Daisy's lips moving, but wasn't really concerned with what was coming out of them at the moment. All I could think about was how full and kissable they looked…and how innocent and sexy she was…

(Oh fuck this! I'm tapped out of patience and restraint!)

All of a sudden, I found myself grabbing her shoulders, and Daisy's lips parted in surprise as she gasped.

"God, ah, what are you doing? That hurt!" she squeaked as her head hit the mattress beneath me.

Without a response, I began kissing her neck, growing more and more excited when I heard a whimper escape Daisy's lips. It wasn't quite a moan, but it was good enough for me. I found myself biting her skin just to raise marks I could kiss and soothe with my tongue.

I started to kiss her lips when all of a sudden, Daisy startled me when she shoved her knee in my gut and shooed me away.

"Look, that was really nice and everything Aiden, but my sisters were going out for ice-cream, not for the whole night. They can't come back and find us like this," she giggled.

"But…" I smiled. "If we did have the house to ourselves…we could—

"—have sex?" Daisy finished my sentence. "No."

(Of course not. Good things don't happen to dirty minded boys.)

"Sorry!" I let out a sigh of frustration and flopped back on the bed. "I keep forgetting about….your morals."

Daisy gave a chuckle and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Is it that you forget or you hoped I would?"

"A little of both, I suppose," I admitted halfheartedly.

"Truthfully, the reason I don't want to be intimate with you has a lot to do with why I see Dr. Elba," Daisy snuggled into my side and draped one arm across my chest.

I sat up in surprise and brought her into my lap.

"So, you're actually going to tell me?" I raised my eyebrows.

Daisy nodded.

"After my mother died," she started. "There was a period in my life when I considered suicide."

Daisy said the words so calmly; I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, she gave a chuckle, which made me shiver.

"Well, I didn't consider. I went through with it…but obviously, god wasn't through with me yet. Life wasn't through with me yet."

I looked up, but couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes. Daisy didn't seem to mind. She was busy picking at lint on her bedspread.

"It was easier than I thought…" she continued. "…just swallow the pain pills when Elena wasn't looking…and poof…I'd be gone."

"I'm glad you're not gone," I said suddenly, and gave Daisy a hug from behind.

"Me too, but it didn't occur to me then. The next thing I knew, I mean, just like a flash, I was in a hospital, and someone was shining a little flashlight in my eyes. I started crying…like really bawling."

"Because you regretted it?" I asked.

"No," she scoffed. "Because I was still alive. The whole room was spinning, and I remember begging them to let me die, but they were too busy fussing over me to care about that. It made me furious. My whole life I was put second by my parents, my teachers, my…friends…" Daisy stopped, but didn't look at me.

"I just wanted them to hear me out and…I have to say I'm glad that they didn't. I was depressed and I thought I had no control over my life. The ability to live or die was something I thought I could control, but I realized I was wrong about that as well."

"So what happened? Was it your parents' deaths that made you attempt suicide?"

"Yeah. My mother was my best friend…she was supposed to be around to watch me grow up. I had nothing then and I thought it'd be better to just quit being a burden on Elena. She already had Daphne to take care of."

"And your father?"

"I never really got to know him, but it was a pain to lose him nonetheless. He and my mother had been separated for a while, but he came back to live with us for a year. It was nice. We were a family, and I wished I had gotten to enjoy that longer. Dr. Elba helped me after their deaths. She made it easier for me to deal. I never had to go on any medications or humiliate myself in front of a group…I just…told her what I felt."

"And it helped?"

"Yeah, it helped. Big time. I had issues with creating meaningful relationships…so I started with my sister and worked my way up to you," Daisy finally gave me a smile, and relaxed in my hold.

"So is it that you're still afraid?" I asked.

There was a silence between us.

"Remember when I said I wanted to wait until I was married?" she sighed.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

(How could I forget?)

"Well, I still would like to wait for that emotional comfort and stability, but I realize that even in marriage, that may not come. It's not marriage that's important to me. I just want to know that the person I sleep with…the person I give my whole self to…will stay by my side. Will...love me unconditionally… forever."

"Daisy I—

"—can you do that for me…Aiden? Can you?" she asked.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I knew it, my hold on Daisy had become limp, and she was sobbing helplessly into her hands.

Can you do that for me...?

Can you?

A/n: Thanks for the perspective you guys. Daisy was acting like a bit of a hipocrite, so I hope this makes her character sound more likable. I'm glad you're still reviewing, I love to hear what you think! Enjoy!