storypaint | Still Learning (George/Daisy)

Fandom: Dead Like Me
Pairing: George Lass/Daisy Adair
Title: Still Learning
Author: rhap_chan
Words: 618
Prompt: lgbtfest: 224. Dead Like Me: Daisy Adair/George Lass. George finds herself confused by her growing attraction to her roommate, Daisy.
IMPORTANT! I did not claim this with the fest, because the fic I wrote is way too short. I wrote this on my own time. NOT lgbtfest affiliated!
Rating: G with girlkissing
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Excerpt: When I came to my senses and realized I'd kissed Daisy Adair, I practically leaped back into my chair, wiping my mouth.

Daisy could be nice to look at, if you stopped actually listening to what she said. Mason's infatuation with her was proof of that. But she wasn't my type of girl. I didn't have a type of girl. I thought.

I had plenty of time to think about the whole idea while Daisy was talking, however. She was talking an awful lot lately. Her last Reap had stuck around long enough to try to get into her pants-- not, I suspected, an unusual occurrence, if Mason was again any indication of her beauty. However, this one, a B. Hartman, was a Betty Hartman, and the butchest girl to ever wear the name Betty, I was sure. Betty's infatuation with Daisy had confused and excited a woman happy to have sex with any undiscerning male movie star. It made sense to play the field even more loosely. Surely there were undiscerning female movie stars in need of Daisy's attentions.

That's what it boiled down to, anyway. She'd explained it to me last night, but she had lost Rube and Roxy in the middle of this explanation. They were both nodding in hopes that she'd stop talking. Mason sat open-mouthed-- no doubt imagining Daisy with seeral other women in the sort of show one sometimes caught on late-night television.

To show how earnest this conversion was, Daisy had donned a black tank top with the pride flag nestled across her breasts. I was watching the colors move, rather than listen to her explanation a second time. It was sort of psychedelic to observe. I blinked.

I didn't think about sex very much when I was alive. It was messy, needlessly compliated. People used sex to avoid bonding with each other. You'd think, then, that this would be the vice for me, but I just couldn't get over the whole closeness requirement. It was a lot easier to avoid the whole thing.

I knew Reapers could have sex. Being undead was the ultimate form of birth control, of course, but I always assumed that if I was ever desperate enough for companionship, I could find some sort of male.

All of the sudden, I was thinking that I didn't want one. I'd never engaged in any sort of female experimentation when I was alive because I didn't have any close female friends, but clinically speaking, I could recognize desire. God knows I'd looked at Mason enough to see the signs. I hoped my mouth didn't hang open like his tended to.

"Discovering yourself is great and all, but we have jobs to do," Rube said finally, trying to cut in. Daisy pouted, her mouth a perfect bow. I'd blame that, later, when I was thinking properly, as the reason I kissed her. On the mouth.

It was nice. And she'd gone quiet. For a moment, anyway. When I came to my senses and realized I'd kissed Daisy Adair, I practically leaped back into my chair, wiping my mouth.

"Nice one, Peanut," Rube said, probably believing that I was trying to shut her up.

"Better hope you don't catch any diseases," Roxy murmured, momentarily forgetting the impossibility.

"What?!" Daisy yelled. Mason grinned stupidly.

And that's how I, George Lass, became an undead lesbian. I was learning more about life every day since I had died, and it never got any less confusing.

I knew better than to try kissing Daisy again, however. She plunged back into heterosexuality with a vengeance, and she moved out of my apartment the next days. There were definitely perks to this lesbian thing.

And one of them was getting to kiss someone else besides Daisy Adair once in a while. Hey, I was undead-- not normal dead.