WheelClaire deserves love too!

"Danny! Fresh cookies! Come get them while the chocolates still all gooey and melty!"

Sweet! I hurl myself out of bed, sauntering towards the stairs, the wooden boards creaking beneath my feet.

Huh, that's worrying. Should we get these fixed? I bounce up and down a little on the stair. Seems unsturdy... Ah well, that's future Danny's problemm it's only one step. I take another step down and the next stair snaps under my foot, sucking me downwards into the basement.

For fuck's sake.

I come too slowly, feeling something warm under my cheek, a hand slowly patting my hair.

My eyes flick open to find Claire leaning over me... but she's different, hair ragged, bushy and grown out, her face a bit pudgier, smile lines in her cheeks.

"Have a good nap?" She asks, setting a book down.

Wait a second... a book!

I glance around, seeing that knot tied in her pant leg, just below the knee. Ah.

Okay Danny, no need to panic... just... just... "Yeah... slept well. Thanks."

She tilts her head, looking at me curiously. "What's wrong? Still tired?" She pats my chest softly. "You can go back to sleep if you want? Date night's not gonna be any fun if you're dead tired."

Oh jeez, date night?

"N-no, I'm fine, plenty of sleep." I pause, "So, uh- what are our plans again?"

She smiles, pointing to the crappy tv, as I take a proper look around. This isn't my house. It's an apartment, on the small side, but not offensively so, cozy is the right word. "Pizza, movie, bottle of wine, little weird stuff in our room?" She smirks, "Sound familiar? You're the one who suggested it."

Okay... no ones showing up and freezing time to berate me about my life choices... that usually happens during these... maybe I need to roll with it. "Right, uh, sorry about that."

I sit up, watching her shift a little in her seat. She's so... like Claire- my Claire- but not, at the same time; she brushes her hair over her left ear now, rather than her right, her shoulders hunch forward a little.

I lean forward, and place a kiss on her cheek, giving her a good, sidelong hug. "Forget the pizza, I'll cook something special. Okay?"

"Really?" She beams a little, resting back, "I mean, that's sweet, but aren't you bushed? You were working all day."

If I was, I don't feel like it. "I'm fine." I assure her, tickling her chin, "You want pasta?"

She hums, considering. "I think we have pesto?"

"Pesto it is." I stand, stepping around the wheelchair next to the couch and head to the kitchen nook, rolling my sleeves up.

I whip up a meal, setting the table, light a few candles and dim the lights, splitting the bottle of wine, another difference. Normal- or... abnormal Claire, I guess- she never drinks. Complains about empty calories.

Still, we have a fun night, as I heft her up, carrying her to the table in my arms in a bridal carry, a yelp of surprise escaping her lips, grinning at me as I carry her.

I stumble my way through dinner with her, trying to pretend I know everything this version of me does, continuing to prod her with questions about herself to take the pressure off of me. Sure enough, she did get the scholarship thanks to her injury, coasting through uni with average grades, like mine, she works as an accountant now, while apparently I've become an IT guy.

Mike never went on his rampage here, Eri living with him, away from Mum, kept him more in balance, along with never meeting his 'girlfriend' to not push him over the edge.

I also notice the lack of ring on Claire's finger, or my own, humming in consideration over that, as she finishes up her meal. "That was delicious hun." She groans leaning back in her chair and topping off her bottle of wine. "You didn't have to do that." She shoots me a flirty wink, "Or are you trying to push weird stuff to WEIRD stuff?" She grins.

"No... I just felt like doing something for you is all." I shrug.

She blushes a little, jerking her chin towards the bedroom door. "Okay mister, you're being romantic. Bed first, movie can come later."

I help her hop towards our room, a double bed crammed into the small room, as she sits herself down, unbuttoning her shirt in slow measures, grinning up at me, as she sets it aside, unhooking her bra... Man, it's weird seeing her wear one of those.

I strip down, before stepping forwards, helping her awkwardly shift her pants down over hips and tug them off, the smooth, healed over end of her leg waving in my face for a moment.

There's some scar tissue at the bottom, obviously... but after years, all that remains is a line running across it horizontally, where her skin was stapled back together. I catch her looking at me, trying to divert my gaze away from it by rubbing her chest.

Without thinking, I lay a hand on her thigh gently and kiss the end of her leg, trailing my lips all the way up her body, before coming face to face with her.

"You're in a mood this evening." She murmurs, arms around my neck.

As different as she may be... she's still got that same simmering heat in her eyes when she looks at me, her body still has the same, perfect warmth, she still licks her lips the same way, a subconscious indicator of her desire.

I push myself into her, lying over missionary style, Claire gasping in delight, the hand in my hair closing gently, the one on my back gently scratching my skin, as she hugs me down onto her, fucking her as deep as I can go, feeling the same happy purr roll up from her gut, as I paw her chest.

"Come on Casanova, show me what you've got." She croons, her leg intertwining with one of mine.

I fuck her for all I'm worth, angling myself upwards slightly, I grind my head into her soft folds, her insides feeling just as welcoming as ever, lovingly wet for me, as I bring a hand between us, thumbing her clit side to side with my rhythm, left when I pull out, right when I thrust in.

She shivers around me, the hand on my back moving to the arm supporting me, squeezing gently as her eyes lid over. "Damn Danny... you been studying?" She chuckles, as I lean down and trace my tongue over her neck, suckling softly at her jugular, just the way she likes, the shallow layer of pudge on her stomach rippling as I make love to her.

I draw another shudder from her, feeling her squeeze tight around my shaft, then another, before I feel close, the woman under me breathing heavily, letting out a long continuous moan, "I'm about to finish." I whisper to her, leaning down and kissing her one more time, before I cum, splashing my seed inside her in a few powerful squirts.

Claire stares up at me, as I catch my breath, sweaty faced, before she leans over and kisses the arm to the left of her head. "That was crazy..." She breathes.

The room flickers for a moment, and I'm looking up at the basement roof. My eyes shut again, as I can feel myself stirring, even as I lie close to her, stock still.

"Claire?" I whisper.

"Hmm?" She purrs, running a hand over my back in slow circles.

"I just... No matter how you change, or what life throws at us, no matter what we go through... I will always love you. Hell or high water, explosions or any of that other bullshit, you're a fantastic woman."

She blinks up at me. "Danny... are you... proposing to me?" She whispers, rubbing a happy tear off her cheek.

I'm about to respond, when my eyes flick open. All sensation of the bedroom is gone, just a soreness on the back of my head.

Guess other Danny has to deal with that. That faggot better treat her right.