Fic: Ugly Betty - Daniel/Betty - For the First Time
Title: For the First Time
Fandom: Ugly Betty
Pairing: Daniel/Betty
Rating: PG13
Words: 1,143
Summary: A few firsts for Daniel and Betty.
Author's Note: Written for the Betty in June challenge over on daniel_betty. I haven't written anything for these two in ages, and this was kind of thrown together rather hastily since I scrapped two other fics that I had started last week, so, I apologize for being a little rusty. But it's kind of fun creating a whole new chapter in Daniel and Betty's life that can't be pooped on by canon.
The first time that Betty realized that she liked Daniel (like, like liked) happened after they had been eating dinner together almost every night. The fact that she always made time for their dinners together despite stressing out over magazine deadlines should have told her something, right? The shifting around of hard-to-get interviews, the text messaging during meetings (which Betty would have balked at in her pre-Daniel-moved-to-London days), the way she pointedly ignored the advances of the cute boy from the mailroom, her strong denials followed by her blushing every time her coworkers teased her about having a boyfriend… those were all signs that she had fallen for Daniel somewhere along the way. But she just didn’t see it. He was Daniel. It was just weird to think of him in boyfriend terms. But then it happened.
After a particularly long week where nothing seemed to be going right and Betty was snapping at everyone and she had missed three nights of dinner with Daniel (three nights!), Daniel had shown up at her office with a bouquet of wild flowers in one hand and a bag of Chinese food in the other. She could have kissed him right then and there, but instead she found herself crying at the sight of him. He got that worried look on his face and just opened his arms while softly calling her name. She practically fell into him and blabbered on about how the printers used the wrong font for the cover of the new issue and how the junior editors were staging a revolt because the cafeteria stopped serving banana pudding and how the car company that they had written their cover story on was threatening to sue if they published the article and-
He shoved an eggroll into her mouth. She pulled away and glared at him. He smiled. That adorable half smile that made him look like a little kid. Which simultaneously softened her and made her want to strangle him. She settled for hitting him in the shoulder and taking a bite of the eggroll in her mouth.
“Everything will be fine, Betty,” he told her in an annoyingly confident tone.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because you’re Betty. You never quit till you find a way to get the job done. You always saved my butt at the last minute, right?”
Betty laughed, and she was sure that her eyes betrayed all the gratitude that she felt in that moment simply for knowing Daniel.
He laughed then too, a little shyly, and looked down at the bag of food that was still in his hand. His face was all seriousness when he looked back up. “Betty… are we-“
And that was when Betty’s new assistant, Lucinda, burst into the office. She was about to give Betty a message but stopped dead in her tracks when she laid eyes on Daniel. The damn woman was practically salivating, and Betty felt an irrational heat of anger spread straight to her cheeks when Lucinda put a hand on Daniel’s bicep and asked, “And who might this be?”
Daniel, the fool, was smiling from ear to ear at the attention, and it just came out of Betty before she could actually think about what she was saying. “He’s my boyfriend!”
“I am?”
Betty bumped Lucinda out of the way and linked her arm with Daniel’s. She gave him a stern look and said, “Yes. You are.”
“I am,” he said softly, and his eyes seemed to thank her for finally realizing what she should have realized months ago.
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The first time they tried to kiss, it wasn’t pretty. They just couldn’t seem to get their rhythm right. They bonked heads because they both went in too fast, then they both kept turning their heads the same way, then they bonked noses, and then Betty kept giggling every time Daniel leaned in, so the romance of the moment kind of passed. They both agreed that it was a sign that they should just take things slowly, so they said goodnight with a handshake. Only, the moment when their hands touched, Betty felt a pleasant tingle run through her body. And as Daniel’s thumb stroked her knuckles, she felt her heart race. And as she looked into his eyes, she was so transfixed that she didn’t even feel him pulling her closer to him. And when her lips met his, she felt an enormous release. Like she had been waiting for that kiss her entire life. It made her body feel more alive than it had ever felt before. Every touch, every breath was magnified times ten. She didn’t want it to end, she didn’t want to let go of Daniel even for a second.
The first time they kissed led to another first time for them. They certainly found their rhythm by the end of the night. To say it was amazing would be an understatement.
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The first time she told him “I love you,” had been terribly uneventful. It wasn’t like in the movies where it happens after a traumatic accident or during a candle-lit dinner or in the quiet moments after making love. It was just them, sitting on the couch watching Jeopardy, her feet in his lap. Despite the fact that he got every single answer wrong, he always tried. For some reason she found this to be completely adorable. Whenever Hilda did that, she hated it. HATED IT. Especially when she’d argue that she was clearly right and that Jeopardy needed to get its facts straight. No, Hilda, Stonehenge was not in Bedrock.
Anyway, when the category switched to “Musical Theatre,” and Daniel got the question about Hairspray right, she realized that he actually did listen to Justin’s ramblings about Hairspray and Wicked and West Side Story, which meant that he cared about her family, because he cared about her. So she said, “I love you.” Just like that. He turned his head to her, a little surprised, and smiled. That silly, boyish smile that always made her melt.
“I love you, too,” he said, and he put his hand under her chin to guide her into a soft, chaste kiss.
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The first time she was called “Mrs. Meade” happened on their wedding night. The concierge of the hotel said it as he handed her the key to their honeymoon suite. It felt strange no longer being Betty Suarez. But when Daniel came up behind her and murmured in her ear, “Are you ready, Mrs. Meade?” it suddenly felt so very right.
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The first time she held their little girl in her arms, she cried. She had never seen anything more beautiful in her life. She had Daniel’s hair, and Betty’s nose and eyes, and Daniel’s smile. That smile that always made her melt.
Fandom: Ugly Betty
Pairing: Daniel/Betty
Rating: PG13
Words: 1,143
Summary: A few firsts for Daniel and Betty.
Author's Note: Written for the Betty in June challenge over on daniel_betty. I haven't written anything for these two in ages, and this was kind of thrown together rather hastily since I scrapped two other fics that I had started last week, so, I apologize for being a little rusty. But it's kind of fun creating a whole new chapter in Daniel and Betty's life that can't be pooped on by canon.
The first time that Betty realized that she liked Daniel (like, like liked) happened after they had been eating dinner together almost every night. The fact that she always made time for their dinners together despite stressing out over magazine deadlines should have told her something, right? The shifting around of hard-to-get interviews, the text messaging during meetings (which Betty would have balked at in her pre-Daniel-moved-to-London days), the way she pointedly ignored the advances of the cute boy from the mailroom, her strong denials followed by her blushing every time her coworkers teased her about having a boyfriend… those were all signs that she had fallen for Daniel somewhere along the way. But she just didn’t see it. He was Daniel. It was just weird to think of him in boyfriend terms. But then it happened.
After a particularly long week where nothing seemed to be going right and Betty was snapping at everyone and she had missed three nights of dinner with Daniel (three nights!), Daniel had shown up at her office with a bouquet of wild flowers in one hand and a bag of Chinese food in the other. She could have kissed him right then and there, but instead she found herself crying at the sight of him. He got that worried look on his face and just opened his arms while softly calling her name. She practically fell into him and blabbered on about how the printers used the wrong font for the cover of the new issue and how the junior editors were staging a revolt because the cafeteria stopped serving banana pudding and how the car company that they had written their cover story on was threatening to sue if they published the article and-
He shoved an eggroll into her mouth. She pulled away and glared at him. He smiled. That adorable half smile that made him look like a little kid. Which simultaneously softened her and made her want to strangle him. She settled for hitting him in the shoulder and taking a bite of the eggroll in her mouth.
“Everything will be fine, Betty,” he told her in an annoyingly confident tone.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because you’re Betty. You never quit till you find a way to get the job done. You always saved my butt at the last minute, right?”
Betty laughed, and she was sure that her eyes betrayed all the gratitude that she felt in that moment simply for knowing Daniel.
He laughed then too, a little shyly, and looked down at the bag of food that was still in his hand. His face was all seriousness when he looked back up. “Betty… are we-“
And that was when Betty’s new assistant, Lucinda, burst into the office. She was about to give Betty a message but stopped dead in her tracks when she laid eyes on Daniel. The damn woman was practically salivating, and Betty felt an irrational heat of anger spread straight to her cheeks when Lucinda put a hand on Daniel’s bicep and asked, “And who might this be?”
Daniel, the fool, was smiling from ear to ear at the attention, and it just came out of Betty before she could actually think about what she was saying. “He’s my boyfriend!”
“I am?”
Betty bumped Lucinda out of the way and linked her arm with Daniel’s. She gave him a stern look and said, “Yes. You are.”
“I am,” he said softly, and his eyes seemed to thank her for finally realizing what she should have realized months ago.
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The first time they tried to kiss, it wasn’t pretty. They just couldn’t seem to get their rhythm right. They bonked heads because they both went in too fast, then they both kept turning their heads the same way, then they bonked noses, and then Betty kept giggling every time Daniel leaned in, so the romance of the moment kind of passed. They both agreed that it was a sign that they should just take things slowly, so they said goodnight with a handshake. Only, the moment when their hands touched, Betty felt a pleasant tingle run through her body. And as Daniel’s thumb stroked her knuckles, she felt her heart race. And as she looked into his eyes, she was so transfixed that she didn’t even feel him pulling her closer to him. And when her lips met his, she felt an enormous release. Like she had been waiting for that kiss her entire life. It made her body feel more alive than it had ever felt before. Every touch, every breath was magnified times ten. She didn’t want it to end, she didn’t want to let go of Daniel even for a second.
The first time they kissed led to another first time for them. They certainly found their rhythm by the end of the night. To say it was amazing would be an understatement.
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The first time she told him “I love you,” had been terribly uneventful. It wasn’t like in the movies where it happens after a traumatic accident or during a candle-lit dinner or in the quiet moments after making love. It was just them, sitting on the couch watching Jeopardy, her feet in his lap. Despite the fact that he got every single answer wrong, he always tried. For some reason she found this to be completely adorable. Whenever Hilda did that, she hated it. HATED IT. Especially when she’d argue that she was clearly right and that Jeopardy needed to get its facts straight. No, Hilda, Stonehenge was not in Bedrock.
Anyway, when the category switched to “Musical Theatre,” and Daniel got the question about Hairspray right, she realized that he actually did listen to Justin’s ramblings about Hairspray and Wicked and West Side Story, which meant that he cared about her family, because he cared about her. So she said, “I love you.” Just like that. He turned his head to her, a little surprised, and smiled. That silly, boyish smile that always made her melt.
“I love you, too,” he said, and he put his hand under her chin to guide her into a soft, chaste kiss.
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The first time she was called “Mrs. Meade” happened on their wedding night. The concierge of the hotel said it as he handed her the key to their honeymoon suite. It felt strange no longer being Betty Suarez. But when Daniel came up behind her and murmured in her ear, “Are you ready, Mrs. Meade?” it suddenly felt so very right.
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The first time she held their little girl in her arms, she cried. She had never seen anything more beautiful in her life. She had Daniel’s hair, and Betty’s nose and eyes, and Daniel’s smile. That smile that always made her melt.