[ look, this next chapter is short because let's be honest — these are the two clingiest bitches in the world and they're alright with that ]

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I'M TIRED OF JAMIE FUCKING TARTT BEING IN OUR RELATIONSHIP.

[ season 2 — episode 7 ]

WHEN DAISY WOKE UP, she didn't need to open her eyes to know whose strong arms she was wrapped up in. She just snuggled into Roy's hold even more, and a second later, he was letting out a groan, waking up as well. So, she turned in his arms and smiled sleepily up at him, the same love-struck look on his own face.

"Hey, babe."

"Hi, baby," she said before hiding her face in his shoulder to try and get some more sleep, loving how he tightened his arms around her.

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Daisy hummed a song from Glee underneath her breath as she got the milk out of her fridge to add to her travel cup of coffee. And when she closed it, Roy was leaning against the counter just behind the door, his own cup of tea in hand.

"Morning," he greeted, leaning down to kiss her.

"Morning," she sighed happily against his lips, leaning into his touch.

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The couple walked hand in hand through the Richmond facility, Daisy greeting everyone they passed as Roy just grunted and nodded in recognition. Then just before they stopped to part so that Roy could go to his office and Daisy could go say hi to Rebecca, Daisy tugged on his hand.

"I'm gonna go get one of those breakfast sandwiches from the café."

"Oh, cool. Can I come?" he asked, not wanting to part from her.

"Yes, please," she said, letting him lead the way.

He smiled and brought their joined hands to his face to kiss the back of her hand, neither one noticing Jamie as they passed, who looked like someone had just kicked his puppy.

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Keeley and Daisy were intertwined on Rebecca's couch, who was sitting up and frantically worrying about how to respond to some man that she'd been talking to on Bantr. She'd left the poor boy on read for two days now.

"Oh, my God. Just answer him. It's been two days," Keeley said, sighing in annoyance.

"It's just stringin' him on at this point," Daisy agreed.

"I don't know what to say," Rebecca whined.

"How about the truth?" Higgins asked. "I'd love to meet up, but I'm worried that you can't live up to the fantasy I've created in my head. So I'm going to let my insecurities  keep me from possibly finding my one true love."

Rebecca stared at Higgins like he was stupid, and so she just turned back to the girls, letting out an exasperated noise. "His favorite film is Ratatouille. That's worrying, right?"

"My favorite film is Enchanted," Daisy chimed in.

"Meet him," Keeley then ordered. "Who fucking cares what his favorite movie is? Also, Ratatouille is a goddamn masterpiece. Ironically, it's about snobbery and how good art can come from anywhere. Stop your dithering and go fuck your cartoon rat."

"Yeah!" Daisy agreed enthusiastically before frowning. "Wait, no, don't sleep with rodents please. Please."

"It's a metaphor or whatever," she said.

"All right. Well, what if we meet up and it all goes wrong? Hmm?" Rebecca asked. "I mean, everything always goes wrong. All relationships are a nightmare."

"My relationship is the oxygen that gives me life," Higgins chimed in.

"Same," Daisy said with a dreamy sigh.

"Apart from Leslie's marriage, which is a bloody greeting card of some kind. And you and Roy are just aggravatingly perfect in every way."

"We are, aren't we?" Daisy asked, giggling.

"Glad things are going so well," Keeley cooed. "Especially since you two are always around each other. You'd be suffocating if you didn't like him so much."

Daisy frowned, not thinking of it that way. "I like how close we are. I mean, and I think he does too."

"I'm just saying it's nice since Lora and I don't work together. I'd probably get tired of Roy."

"I'd never get tired of him," she assured her. "Just call him my adorable, hairy shadow—"

She was cut off by Higgins suddenly beginning to jazz scat, Rebecca joining in as well when she spotted Roy coming in through the open door. Daisy sat up a little bit, spotting her boyfriend.

"What's going on? Why are you jazz scatting?" he asked, looking between them all. "Were you talking about me?"

"No," the others said quickly as Daisy said, "Yeah, we were talking about you."

Rebecca and Keeley looked sharply at her, but she knew Roy wouldn't care, especially since she was simply stating how much she loved to be around him.

Roy processed the awkward silence before shrugging. "Oh, big whoop. You ready to go?"

"Yeah," she said before untangling herself from Keeley and getting off the couch. But before leaving, she looked pointedly at Rebecca. "Answer him. Kee, take her phone if you gotta."

"Bye," Roy waved as he put his arm around Daisy's shoulder, leading her out.

Much to Daisy's amusement, the three continued jazz scatting as they walked away.

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The couches in Daisy's small living room were pushed back against the walls as she stood in the center, running through some simple dance moves to introduce to one of her twelve-year-old pointe class students who was taking private lessons from her.

"Hello," Roy said, coming in after having finished his shower.

Daisy just smiled at him over her shoulder while going up on her toes with one leg and extending the other, her arms raised in the air. "Howdy."

"You nearly done?" he asked.

"God, no," she said while doing a turn and then dropping in a plié. "Have to work on my moves for Phoeb's class after. Then my starter class with four-year-olds. To-do list's as long as my arm."

"What?" he asked, coming up behind her. "This arm?"

He took her arm and slowly began kissing along her skin, making her giggle as she straightened up. He kissed from her wrist up to her shoulder, playfully nipping at her skin as he went.

"Maybe," she mumbled, letting her eyes fall shut, focused on the feeling. "That's not helping though. Lora wouldn't approve of this on a stage."

"All right. I'll give you your arm back."

"Thank you."

"I'll take your neck," he compromised, begging to kiss underneath her jaw.

Daisy leaned back against him, forgetting all about the work she needed to do as she reached back and ran her fingers through his short hair. She let out a little whimper as he bit her skin hard and then soothed it with his tongue.

Roy pulled away with a smirk on his face, turning her around in his arms. "More?"

She nodded almost pathetically, standing on her toes to reach his lips. "More."

"Thought you had to work in your moves?" he asked with a cocky look.

"I'd rather see some of yours."

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The following day, Daisy was walking with her father down the hallway, and both noticed right away when they saw smoke coming from underneath the door of the boot room. Making sure she was behind him in case it was a fire, Ted opened up the door, only to reveal Keeley, who was sitting down and smoking, flicking her ashes into a blue cleat.

"Oh, it's you," Ted chuckled, relieved he didn't have to break out an fire extinguisher.

"Hi."

"You ain't supposed to be smoking," Daisy chastised. "Both you and Becca said you'd quit."

"Oh, I have. This is just covering up the smell of the boots," she said, obviously lying. Daisy rolled her eyes and came to sit next to Keely.

"Oh, that's smart," Ted said, also not believing her but playing along. "Well, then why you in here?"

"Just trying out some new scenery," she said, not wanting to admit that she didn't want her own office to smell like smoke.

Then Rebecca came into the room, perking up when she saw Keeley, Higgins trailing behind her. "I knew you'd be in here. This is the room where Keeley and I decided that smoking doesn't count."

As Rebecca sat at Keeley's other side and took the cigarette, both Ted and Daisy shot Keeley a judging look.

"Busted," she muttered. "But I mean, I did want a change of scenery. Plus Daisy wouldn't hang out in my office if I smoked in there."

"Yeah, Roy will probably complain when he smells it on me too," she said with a pout.

Then Will entered the room, unknowingly interrupting them as he was whistling. He paused, not expecting so many important people to be hiding away in the boot room.

"Sorry, I just came to the boot room to get some... boots." He then let out a little cough in reaction to the smoke.

"Knock yourself out," Ted told him.

"Thank you," he said, going about his business.

"Also, I thought about what you said, Keeley," Daisy continued, looking to her friend. "Roy and I aren't that clingy."

"Oh, please," Rebecca said, rolling her eyes. "You so are—" She stopped when Will awkwardly reached behind her for a pair of boots. "You're entirely too codependent but in a nauseatingly cute way. And if you're not bothered by that—"

"I'm not bothered," she insisted. "Why should I be bothered?"

Then they were joined by Jamie, who had his kit in hand, looking at his name on the back. "Oi, Will, do you think you could take me name off me shirt and then put it back on but bigger?" Finally, he looked up, spitting the small crowd that was gathered. "The fuck?"

"They're talking about how much time Roy and Daisy spend together," Will said in an instant.

Daisy turned and looked at him in betrayal, so he quickly apologized.

"Grumpy old twat," Jamie muttered.

"I agree with the grumpy part, but the other two words I take umbrage with," Ted says old him.

"Roy is none of those things. He's perfect!" Daisy said, standing up — both literally and metaphorically for her boyfriend.

"Yeah, you'd know," Jamie said with a laugh. "You spend every minute of every second of every hour of every day with him, you do."

Daisy paused, taking Jamie's opinion of her relationship a little too close to heart. "What? You think we spend too much time together too?" she asked, not knowing why that upset her so much.

Jamie just shrugged. "Dunno, I mean, yeah. Don't really see one of you without the other ever. Never really met a couple as close as you two. Pretty gross and pathetic, honestly."

"Well—" Whatever Daisy was going to say was cut off by Roy opening up the door to the boot room, finding them all. She smiled tensly at him. "Hi, baby."

"You talking about me?" he asked.

"Yes," they all admitted.

"Definitely," Jamie said.

Unbothered as always, Roy just nodded and held out his hand. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, bye, guys," Daisy said before going with him, holding his hand. And despite what everyone said, holding his hand and going felt right. "How's your day been? Finish that book?"

"The Knights Templar business is fucking with my head."

"You'll have to tell me about it on the drive home."

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Back at Daisy's apartment, she was relaxing and watching what was, in her opinion, one of the best scenes in Glee history.

"You did this to me! You told Coach Sylvester about my summer surgery."

Daisy found herself mouthing along with them. "You have a surgery when you get your appendix out. You - got - a - boob - job."

"Yup, sure did!"

She giggled as Santana smacked Quinn into the lockers. And Roy walked in just then as well, letting out a chuckle at the sight. He had his book in hand as he stood over Daisy. "What's going on?"

"I'm just watching some Glee."

"Well, enjoy. I'm gonna read."

"Cool," she said with a smile as he sat on the carpet in front of her. See, they weren't too clingy. They were perfectly capable of two too separate things when in the presence of each other.

"No way," Roy said, imitating an explosion noise, clearly surprised by what just happened in his book.

"Stop the violence!" Daisy chanted.

"You can't put it down 'cause the chapters are so short. This geezer wears like a spiked belt around his thigh. It's badass."

"Wanna read it to me after this episode is over?"

"Love to," he said, smiling at her over his shoulder. But then he noticed the way that her own smile dimmed, a look of uncertainty flashing across her features. "You alright?"

"Um, it's nothing," she said, shaking her head.

"No, what's wrong?" he asked, moving to sit by her on the couch, setting his book to the side. "I can see it one your face."

"Do you... think I'm clingy?" she asked, feeling a bit self-conscious now. Maybe he didn't want to read to her and go with her to get breakfast sandwiches.

"What?" he asked, smiling a little. "Course you fucking are. I am too. Why the fuck do you care now?"

"I don't know. We're always together, and you're just there all the time, reading and turning me on."

Now, Roy was more confused than ever. "You don't want me to turn you on?"

"No, yes, of course," she said before sighing. She rubbed her face, not knowing how to explain what she was feeling. "I don't know. Just, everyone was saying this stuff about us always being together, and Jamie said that it was gross and pathetic—"

"What the fuck are you listening to Jamie for?" he asked, raising his voice. "Is this what you've been talking to everyone about?"

"Yeah. But you don't care."

"I didn't when I thought it was the usual stuff like gossip or how much hair I leave in the drain."

"It is a lotta hair — and that's sayin' something coming from me," she mumbled.

"You've been making out to everyone — to fucking Tartt — like I'm following you around like a needy, clingy fucking fridge magnet."

"No!" she shouted, getting off the couch. "I was defending us to them. But Jamie got me thinking and I wanted to make sure—"

"Oh, Jamie got you thinking," he said, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "I'm tired of Jamie fucking Tartt being in our relationship. You don't talk to him about me. You talk to fucking me about me if you've got a problem."

"I don't have a problem—"

"Clearly, you do if you're having secret meet-ups with Jamie—"

"Why are you making this about Jamie?" Daisy cut him off. "All I wanted to know was if you were like them — if you think we spend too much time together."

"Fuck no. Do you think that?"

"Of course, not!"

"Great!"

"Awesome! Why are we still yelling?" she asked, still glaring at him.

And Roy knew who he wanted to take his anger out on, but he wasn't around, so instead he yanked Daisy closer, his jeans becoming painfully tight as he pulled her into a rough kiss. It was full of tongue and teeth, biting her bottom lipp so hard that it nearly drew blood.

Then he pushed Daisy down onto the couch, hovering over her with a heaving chest. She looked up at him with a vulnerable expression in her eyes.

"I fucking love spending every minute of every fucking day with you, kid. Don't forget that ever," he ordered.

She nodded before hooking her fingers in the loop of his jeans, pulling him on top of her. "Same here," she murmured against his lips.

Roy grunted happily, beginning to kiss down her jaw, leaving burning kisses and marks all along her skin. And he wasn't in the mood to waste time as he pushed her pajama pants down her hips, hands seeking out her covered core. She took in a sharp breath as he rubbed hard circles on her clit, just long enough to have her dripping and craving more before he yanked her underwear down her legs.

Her handles fumbled with his belt before he took over, pushing her hands back.

"Fucking stop it," he ordered. She bit her lip hard to keep from moaning at the sight of him sliding his belt off, which he then wrapped around her wrists, forcing her hands above her head. "You don't get to touch me, not after going behind my back with fucking Tartt."

"How long are you gonna be mad about Jamie?" she asked, watching as he slid his jeans down his thick thighs, taking his underwear with them. Then he dragged his shirt over his head, throwing it away with the rest of the clothes.

Before answering, Roy climbed on top of her, taking one of her legs and hitching it around his waist. She let out a low whine when he slid into her, hardly giving her time to adjust. "Until you can't even remember Tartt's fucking name."

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Everyone heard Roy when he came into work the next day, storming toward the locker room with one person on his mind. "Tartt!"

Jamie's eyes went wide and he ran out the door just as Roy entered through the other. Unfortunately for him, Roy was feeling particularly fast and caught up to him just as he tried to cut through the empty recovery room. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and shoved him up against the wall hard.

"Stay out of my fucking relationship, Tartt," he ordered, glaring at the younger boy. "I don't want to hear shit about you putting fucking doubts in Daisy's head because you're a lonely prick that nobody likes."

What Roy wasn't expecting was for Jamie's lip to tremble. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "It's just - just Daisy asked what I thought. A - and nobody wants to spend time with me like you two together. So when I see you two together, it just - it makes me wish I had more friends, because the team only wants to hang out with me when we win."

"Oh, shit, you really are a lonely prick," Roy muttered, letting him go. He was started to feel bad, which he fucking hated.

"Sometimes it - it just feels like Daisy is the only friend I got here," Jamie admitted, looking down. "And even though you're a nasty bastard, I wouldn't hate it if you had a little more free time too."

"I'm sorry, are you asking to be my fucking friend?" he asked, growing more confused. He'd been confused so many fucking times over the last twenty-four hours.

"No," he muttered, scoffing. Then something resembling a pout made it's way onto his face. "I mean, would you wanna be me friend?"

Roy hated how pathetic Jamie looked in that moment. He hated that the sad look on his face ate at his heart. He hated that he wanted nothing more than to comfort him — an extremely foreign feeling to him. And most of all, he hated what he was about to do.

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"C'mon, you said I could pick!" Daisy whined.

"We're not watching the sequel to a movie based off a fucking Harry Styles fanfiction!" Roy snapped as he was dragged toward the movie theater.

"What about the new Spider-Man?" Jamie asked, walking in step with the couple.

Daisy was quite surprised when Roy came to her, admitting to asking Jamie out to a movie night with them, followed by some pizza. But her heart melted when he explained that Jamie was feeling lonely and friendless. Now, the trio were stuck trying to decide what movie to watch.

"They're also showing In the Heights!" Daisy said, pointing to the poster. "You both love musicals."

Roy shot her a look. "You just have a crush on Christopher Jackson."

"Well, he's right fit," Jamie said. "I'm good with it. What do you say, big man?"

Roy looked between Daisy and Jamie, both of whom really wanted to see the musical. So, he sighed and gave in. "Fine, but I'm picking out the fucking pizza at dinner."