darker_london | Best Friends (Deirdre, Flynn)

Deirdre was standing in front of her mirror, completely topless with her hands covering her breasts, wings out and spread wide. And that was how Flynn found her when he entered her room, completely unaware. "WHOA!?" he yelled, and he fell back, slamming against the door. Deirdre spun around, but instead of rushing to cover up, she grinned at him and uncovered her breasts. "Do my boobs look bigger? THey feel bigger. Do you want to feel them to make sure?"

Flynn blinked, and he broke out in an inexplicable sweat all over his body. He swallowed roughly and managed to choke out, "is this a trick question?"

Deirdre giggled and she stepped towards him. Even with her wings spread, her eyes weren't black so Flynn didn't think she would kill him... "Hah! No tricks."

"Did...I just walk into Tamm's imagination?" Tamm's or Timothy's, it certainly wasn't his.

Deirdre snorted. "You can unclench. I don't care if you don't touch my boobs. I was just looking at myself because I'm going to change soon. I have already." Her slim stomach was curved ever so slightly outwards. Something no one would notice unless they both looked at her bare stomach often...which, to be fair, most people in Vic Lane did, and knew that she was pregnant and not just eating a lot of pasta.

Flynn did unclench then, and he leaned up off of the door to walk towards his friend. Now that he knew Deirdre didn't have attacking him in a sexual frenzy in mind, he was relaxed too. It was Deirdre, they could be utterly themselves with each other. Naked and all. "You'll always be beautiful, Deirdre. And yes, your breasts are bigger."

"I thought so!" Deirdre looked triumphant. "I'm gonna get fat though, so I'm only going to be like super, big-boob, not-fat hot for a little while."

Flynn shook his head at her, amused. "Kait will think you are gorgeous no matter what, Deirdre. So will I, for the record. So will everyone. Don't worry about that. You've been beaming ever since this happened. It's lit you up. I like to see it."

Deirdre's face became much more serious then, and she frowned at him. Flynn was the only one who knew how she had tricked Giles into this, and things between them had been a little strained at first. They seemed back on track since the tour, but now he was saying this and she needed to know... "Even after what I did, you like to see it?"

Flynn nodded. "I don't agree with it, but nothing can change that now. I'm not going to give up my friend because she made a mistake. A mistake she is aware of and feels guilty for and won't do again." Deirdre shook her head to indicate Flynn was bloody well right about that. She would not be doing this again. "Then I'm going to be happy for you. You're not forcing this poor guy into anything." Sure she had, but he didn't have to take responsibility. "So you know...that guy isn't my friend and you are. You're my Deirdre. We're okay."

"Oh thank fuck, because I was flipping out!" Deirdre rushed towards him, her arms out for a hug, and Flynn backed up so quickly he nearly fell over.

"Nonakedhugs!" He squeaked, and Deirdre laughed at him.

"You're such a girl." She reached out her wing and pushed him lightly on the arm with it. "But I love you anyway."

"Good to know." Flynn grinned. "So are we going to go out for lunch or not..."

"OH! I forgot! I was wondering why you showed up, but I was so pleased I didn't care! Just let me get dressed!" Deirdre's wings disappeared and she rushed into her closet.

"That, Deirdre, I will definitely let you do." Flynn mused that his best female friend had wings and he didn't even find that strange any more. What a life.