Daisy and Boss: 6 - The Good Stuff
#6 of Daisy and Boss
How am I doing so far? lol Dont forget to tell me what you think! If this is the first you've seen of this story, stop and read the first 5 parts, it will make a lot more sense, I promise. (and some of them are super short, so why not, eh?) Warnings and tags a bit more relevant this go around... (Just a little) Thanks for reading!
-Lilly
Daisy and Boss: 6 - The Good Stuff
She ran up to him as he stood next to his car and grabbed hold of his coat. She had turned on the TV just in time to hear about a vehicle being swept off the bridge as it had attempted to cross into their neighborhood. They still hadn't located the driver. If it hadn't been for her Dad giving Boss the third degree over his intentions, it might have been Boss that had been swept away. For a second, she thought he had been, and the terror was still fresh in her face.
"Stay here tonight. Till the creek goes back down." Daisy pleaded. Boss looked to Kale and the goat seemed to consider it a moment before nodding.
"If the bridge is underwater, you haven't got much choice than to wait till it goes down. We can set you up on the couch, Detective, it's the least we can do." Kale turned and waved them back towards the house.
"Looks like I'm sticking around for a little while then." Boss gave Daisy's shoulder a squeeze and nudged her back towards the house. "Lets get back inside before you freeze." They filed back into the house and took off their coats.
"Hope you don't have to be anywhere early tomorrow, Detective. It'll probably be mid afternoon before anyone gets out, knowing Chester Creek. It did this when I was just a young buck back in the 70's and I seem to recall it was kinda slow going back down." Kale was turning to Flossy as he said this and Flossy shook her head.
"Like you even remember." She smiled. "So, you're staying then?" To Boss, who nodded. "Well we have a spare kid's room, but honestly you wouldn't fit in those beds... So I suppose we can fix up the couch..." Flossy said reluctantly. She hated putting anyone on the couch, it seemed so rude, but as she looked at the tall canine, it really was the only option. Boss was about to speak up, seeing her expression, to say that he had slept on many couches in his day, and that he could sleep anywhere really.
"What about my room?" Daisy blurted, blushing. She rushed ahead, knowing what everyone's stunned silence meant they were thinking. "I can sleep in one of the spare kid's rooms, those beds aren't too small for me. And he can have mine. It's a queen." Kale looked like he wanted to object but Flossy was nodding. Really she would have agreed to almost anything to keep him from having to sleep on the couch.
"Allright. Daisy go strip the bed, I'll go get some clean sheets and meet you there." Daisy and Flossy headed off in opposite directions down the hall and left Kale and Boss standing there speechless. Boss was in near panic mode, trying desperately not to think about sleeping in Daisy's bed. And Kale was eyeing him suspiciously.
"Uh... I would have been fine with the couch... really." He blurted, seeing Kale's look. The goat shrugged and headed into the kitchen and Boss followed for lack of anything better to do.
"It's been a heck of a day." Kale grumbled as he pulled a brown whisky bottle out from behind some pots and pans on the top shelf over the sink. The goat turned and wordlessly produces two shot glasses from a drawer.
"Oh, no thankyou-" Boss had his paw out, waving off the alcohol even as Kale was pouring the shots. All he got for his attempt to turn it down was a dry look. The goat walked over with the full shot glasses and set one down on the kitchen island right in front of Boss.
"Nonsense. Help keep the cold from settling in your lungs." He said firmly as he lifted his own glass in a small salute. "Besides, I don't like drinking alone, and this is good stuff." Kale downed his in one tip of his shaggy head and smacked his lips even as he was pouring a second. Boss stared down at the whisky and mentally shrugged, his resolve weakening. It had been a long day, and he did occasionally enjoy a nip of the 'good stuff' from time to time. Besides, it might help him sleep. In Daisy's bed. Where she slept. Every night... In skimpy nightshirts, or naked even.... Boss reached down and picked up the liquor, tossing it back with newfound enthusiasm, trying NOT to think about Daisy. Naked or otherwise. He shivered as a wave of excitement raced down his spine and settled lower, but if Kale noticed he simply attributed it to the whisky. He refilled Boss' glass and replaced the stopper on the bottle. His second round was being savored unlike the first, and he sipped slowly. Boss took his cue and was surprised at the strong hazelnut flavor that he had missed, just tossing the first shot back.
"You're right, this is good stuff." Boss' long tongue made a lap around his lips as a slow burn settled in his gut, warming him.
"I keep a bottle around for the occasional nightcap when it's called for, I'd say tonight qualifies." Kale leaned against the island and looked out the window thru the white lace curtains over the sink. Approaching hooves made the buck hunch his shoulders and down the last of his shot hurriedly. He motioned at Boss as he reached to put the bottle back in its hiding spot. Boss downed his as well and handed the glass to Kale as the goat grabbed for it and shoved both glasses back in the drawer unwashed in his hurry to hide the evidence. It didn't work. Flossy rounded the corner and stopped, hands on her hips.
"Uh, huh..." She sniffed. "Caught you." Walking between them she gave her husband a poke on the bicep that made the buck flinch.
"I was just being hospitable..." Kale exclaimed, a small smile on his muzzle as he stood rubbing his arm. Flossy shook her head and poked him again, this time lower in the ribs. Kale grunted and backed up with a grin.
"Where is it?" Flossy demanded, finger poised and watching for an opening. Kale back up against the sink and bleated in mock horror.
"See this abuse?" He called to Boss who stood by, wisely choosing to stay on neutral grounds.
"Hey, I'm Switzerland." He held up his paws as Flossy used the opportunity to jab Kale again in the belly as he was looking at Boss.
"Dr. Flossy says no more booze." Flossy stated as she mercilessly went after Kale with both hands, deftly avoiding his attempts to push her poking fingers away. "Where is it?" Kale only shook his head and tried to capture her fingers.
"Oh, my, God!" Daisy exclaimed, as she came around the corner. "For crying out loud, you two! Cut it out!" She hissed, mortified at finding her parents tickling each other like a couple of teenagers.
"Sorry Sweety..." Flossy giggled, poking Kale one more time for good measure. Daisy grabbed Boss by the shirtsleeve and dragged him out of the kitchen before they started back up again. Boss chuckled as she led him down the hall.
"Parents." Daisy snorted as they walked up four short steps to the back level of the house and turned right down another hall that had another large family area set up off to one side facing the back of the house. Boss followed Daisy docilely as he took in the goat family's home.
"This is a bigger house than I thought. It didn't look as big from the outside." He mused. Daisy looked over her shoulder as she led him, flashing him a smile.
"Dad kept adding onto it as Mom kept having twins."
"So, your Dad's a carpenter?" Boss asked, noticing all the woodwork and personal touches throughout the house. Daisy nodded.
"Yes. He followed Granddad into the profession. And Wheaton will take over the business when Dad retires. He works for Dad." Daisy paused to look up at him and Boss hmmed as he contemplated the pride that most likely gave the older goat.
"What's your Dad's business called?" He asked.
"Fields Construction..." Daisy laughed. "Of course." She turned and opened a door that was painted a light yellow. "Well.... This is it." She gestured at the modest sized room. Boss didn't have to ask who's room it was, the scent that hit him full force was all Daisy. Sweet, warm and musky like sunshine and earth with a trace of fall fruits and fallen leaves. Daisy spent a lot of time here, he could tell. The bed was in one corner dressed in spring green covers and crisp new sheets. A desk sat against the opposite wall next to a large bay window that overlooked the woods behind the house. The wallpaper had daisy flowers on it in tiny printed rows on a green background and the carpet underfoot was a rich cream. The closet stood slightly ajar and was the kind with sliding doors that doubled as full length mirrors, and Boss could see with amusement that the closet had been stuffed with loose clothing and odds and ends from around the room to hide the room's previous state of untidiness from him. Bookshelves took up every bit of wall space available besides, and they were stuffed full. Jules Verne, Robert Jordan, Tamora Pierce, Anita Blake, Terry Goodkind, Anne McCafferey, Brian Jacquez, J.R.R. Tolkien, Mary Brown... and tons of other authors he didn't recognize at all. It went on and on. Books were stacked everywhere. Fantasy and magic, tales of adventure and romance and far off worlds. Boss looked at Daisy and saw that she was looking around her room with him, studying things as if she were seeing it for the first time as well.
"I guess I have a lot of books." She said with a hint of nervousness. Boss nodded and smiled.
"I love to read. I have a lot of books too, but not as many as you."
"I used to stay inside a lot." She went and sat on the bed and picked up a doll from the nightstand. A small sheep with a pink dress, it was old and weathered, the woolly coat thinning, the button eyes hanging by threads. Her face was somehow cheerful still, despite the decline, carefully stitched mouth turned up in a sweet smile. After a moment, Daisy put her carefully back, leaning up against a framed picture.
"Who's that in the picture?" Boss asked, stepping closer. Daisy glanced up at him and then away. Boss saw the pain she still felt in that single glance. He could guess who it was. The picture showed two little goat girls, about age nine, arms around each other beaming brightly. One was black and tan with amber eyes and tiny horn buds starting to grow, and the other a pale radiant white with chocolate eyes and matching horn buds. The sun shone brilliantly on their fur and the grass. Dandelion fluff floated in the air around them as they seemed to be laughing.
"We had a lot of fun that day. I remember." Daisy said softly. She picked up the picture and held it in her lap, gazing down at it in a way that hid her expression from Boss. Next to her, the little sheep doll toppled over backwards with a soft sound, having lost her support. She sprawled on the nightstand in a disjointed jumble, looking disturbingly like a victim of some misfortune.
"Is that your twin?" Boss asked, not sure if letting her know that he already knew about Dahlia was the best thing or not. Daisy nodded but didn't look up.
"Most goats are born twins." She spoke to the photo. "Her name was Dahlia. This was a special day. We got to skip school because it was our birthday and Dad took us out, just us and not any of the other kids, for ice cream and a movie. We went and saw The Emperors New Groove." Daisy laughed, but it sounded choked. "Next to the parking lot at the theatre there was this empty lot full of dandelions. We were running around and throwing the seed fluff things everywhere and at Dad, speaking squirrel and generally running amuck on a sugar high." Boss walked the rest of the way to the bed and sat down next to her. She seemed to jump when his weight shifted the mattress but a second later she let herself lean sideways against his shoulder, still looking at the photo.
"Sounds like it was a good day." He murmured. Rubbing her back gently. She sighed and thumbed the picture frame.
"Yeah, it was a really good day. Dad took our picture with his old Polaroid just before we headed home to a birthday dinner with the rest of the family. I remember he called us his special flowers, and told us about his Mother, who had horns. Because we had started our horns that year, and he wanted us to feel special, not different or weird."
"Your Dad is pretty amazing." Boss nudged her with a paw. Daisy looked up at him with shiny eyes.
"Yeah, he is." She turned and put the picture back on the night stand and picked up her doll and a small stack of clothes that sat at the head of the bed.
"Bedtime?" Boss smiled as she stood and turned around to face him.
"Yeah. I'm pretty tired." She nodded. Flossy stepped into the doorway just then, knocking on the doorframe softly even though the door was open.
"All set in here?" She asked. Boss and Daisy nodded.
"Yeah, I was just saying goodnight." Daisy gave a small wave which got cut short as she moved her hand to cover the yawn that sprung up out of nowhere.
"Goodnight Mrs. Fields, Goodnight Daisy." Boss flicked his ears and smiled. The does both turned and walked out. But Flossy paused just inside the door, waiting for Daisy to get ahead of her before turning back and whispering.
"Thank you for being so kind to her." She said quickly in confidence. "I'm so amazed at how relaxed she is around you, Detective. It amazes me, and it scares me, because she's like a little sparrow that's been knocked out of the sky, you want them to get up and try to fly again, but you're afraid that it's going to happen again." Flossy's voice quivered and Boss could see what she meant. That it might be safer for the sparrow if she just stayed on the ground, hidden away... but that wasn't much of a life for a sparrow.
"I won't do anything to knock her out of the sky, Mrs. Fields. And I would do my best to make sure no one else does either." He said gruffly, forgetting to whisper. Flossy nodded and seemed to relax visibly.
"See you at Breakfast, dear." She said fondly and shut the door as she left. Alone in the room, Boss looked around, contemplating. His body was tired, but his mind roamed. Absently his claws worked the buttons loose on his jacket and then his shirt. A few tugs at the knot in his tie freed him from the blue silk and he inhaled deeply thru his nose, indulging in the scent of Daisy's room. Folding the shirt and draping the jacket and tie over the back of the chair that sat in front of the desk he unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his pants, feeling a bit lewd, getting undressed in her room. Standing there in his white tank top and blue boxers, folding his trousers neatly so they wouldn't wrinkle any more than they had, he tried hard not to think impurely. The intention died the millisecond he lay down in the bed. The sheets were new and smelled of laundry soap, but the mattress beneath and the comforters and the pillows even though they were sheathed in fresh cotton, couldn't hide that scent from his keen nose. He rolled to his stomach and groaned softly, burying his muzzle down into a plush pillow and inhaling, feeling an answering swelling in his sheath.
"Bad dog." He mumbled as he wriggled around, finding the spots that were the strongest scent. Almost without conscious thought, one paw snuck down to squeeze the hardening length still hidden in its white fuzzy hiding place. He growled as the tip of his penis emerged and brushed the fabric of his boxers. "Rrr... Seriously bad dog." He chastised himself and reluctantly removed his paw with a whine, willing his body to calm down. It wouldn't do at all for Daisy's mother to find doggy spunk stains on her daughters bed sheets, he reminded himself. The thought was horrifying enough to calm his erection almost immediately, although he remained slightly aroused even as he dozed off, surrounded in the scent of a goat girl. Good stuff... he thought vaguely as he drifted to sleep.