Darcy
Darcy wasn't used to looking back nor comparing...
... but she had a type. She loved introverted nerds full of scientific ambition and creativity. She didn't mind their hate towards people in general. She took it as a challenge for her people skills. A challenge she won every time.
She had charmed Jane, and become her girlfriend. She left her studies and followed her into the desert.
She had charmed Tony and become his rebound, or so she thought. But she fell in love and married him. Or the other way around.
Anyway, that was the problem. Jane was easy to handle. Tony was not.
Jane needed a little: Space (pun intended) where to do her research. Food twice a day. Somebody to help her with mundane tasks she didn't bother. Somebody to get funds for her work. Jane needed Darcy and Darcy loved keeping her satisfied.
Tony needed a lot. But not from her. He needed a place to do his research (and he had three floors just for him). And even though Darcy had seduced him with food the second time they had made love, he usually ordered his food in, most days at least. Her salary job was making his and his well-curated top researchers work a bit smoother than it would be with AI help only.
He needed her to keep him company when he took his twenty-minutes-optimized mid-day naps. Sleeping with her on his couch increased his sleep quality by 34 %. She loved being there for him.
The trouble was, he gave something back, and not just money and stuff. He acted like she mattered like he actually cared. That was new.
She was used to being emotionally independent and making her relationships work. Tony was the first who focused on her well-being, too.
It was weird. It was scary. And it made all her previous relationships look like **it.
It made her angry for Jane – and angry for herself, too. Why had she tolerated being neglected in every one of her previous relationships?
When she had found Jane, it had felt a tremendous relationship upgrade. Jane treated her like a human being! Darcy could have given her life for her! Jane didn't demand things she didn't like in bed. She even cared for her orgasms, at least in the beginning when she still cared about sex. Oh yeah, lesbian bed death was a thing, but they stayed best friends long after the physical spark had died out.
Tony was a whole other thing. Men were easy and a freshly separated former playboy was the easiest ever. She wanted him just for fun. Fucking was fun (he didn't demand things she didn't like in bed either), marrying was fun (who would have guessed?), and partying together was fun. Adventuring together was more fun than anything she had done before and not just because she could make everything fun for her.
She was used to taking care of others. She noticed when she was taken care of. It felt weird, a bit scary (and didn't she love a bit scary things) and wonderful. She didn't know what to think of it. Except that Jane, the former true love of her life had been a shitty girlfriend. Their relationship had been one-sided and Darcy had been a fool for not expecting more.
And on top of that, she felt like a fool with Tony, too. Darcy knew she knew the tricks in bed. She had hooked Jane.
She had been prepared for Tony's tricks. After all, you should expect something from a famous playboy. He had given her the orgasms and the fun she had expected.
But she hadn't been prepared to fall in love. And it was his fault. He had planned it all: he had given her so multilayered and whole bodily satisfying experiences in bed, constantly, that it had made her fall deeply in love with him.
She didn't know what to do. She had never been on the receiving end of the relationship. She had never been in love before, not like this. It was totally weird and a bit scary.
Luckily she was Darcy Lewis. Weird things were interesting and a bit scary stuff made her heart beat a bit faster and stronger, which she loved, too. She didn't know what was ahead of her with him, but that was how she loved to live. What was the point of doing something, if you already knew what was going to happen?