Before she knew it, things had gotten hot and heavy between them yet again. Their passion for one another driving them beyond reason. Her sweater had been discarding leaving her only in her flimsy white silk camisole. Darien had gently inclined her backwards against the arm of the couch, devouring her hungrily. His tongue darted and tangled with her own, leaving her panting and breathless. As he snuck a hand under the loose silk fabric of her shirt enticing her onward. By playing softly with one of her breasts, leaving them aching and heavy. Making her moan against his lips as his thumb rubbed back and forth upon her now alert and very sensitive flesh. Her nipple now so stiff and taunt it was throbbing, while deep down in her groin a slow burn had begun.
She had moved her arms to drape around his neck, her finger's playing delicately with the short soft hair there. Making him shiver against her as he thrust his tongue more deeply into her mouth, coaxing even more sounds of pleasure as she engaged even more intensely with him. Soon she was arching her back to give him access to the bindings of her bra, wanting him to release her now tender and aching breasts. The friction he had caused by rubbing the lace material over and over again arousing them to a painful level.
He was soon fumbling with the clasp, smiling sheepishly down at her. He wasn't coming off as any kind of professional seducer by any means. While she merely smiled coyly up at him, her cheeks a flame with pent up arousal and nervous feelings. Trying to remain patient, while her heart beat eagerly in her chest. Her need for him growing to an intolerable level. She couldn't wait feel his attentions more intimately. Fantasies about what his mouth might be like licking or perhaps suckling at her bare breasts driving her crazy. Her whole body felt tense and wild, desperate to continue this seduction to it's final end. To calm the raging inferno of desire that burned so brilliantly within her. She needed him to love her more then she needed to breath.
Then his phone rang, killing the moment with it's sharp tonal alarm. Both of them turned at the interruption, with Darien's finger's still poised over the clasp at her back. And Serena still bracing herself off the cushions by her elbows. As the machine kicked in.
(This is Darien's you know what to do.)
"Darien...Hi...Uhm...I hate these things." Amelia's voice began to echo from the kitchen. Serena moaned in despair, while Darien merely groaned. Thumping his forehead against the couch arm beside her head in defeat. Casting the last of their passionate ember's into sputtering sparks.
"Well, I'm due out of the hospital for good tomorrow, Sweetie..." She paused awkwardly, before starting up again. "I just wanted to thank you for all that you've done so far...Uhm. I was hoping you could give me a ride home maybe...after school tomorrow..." She kept babbling on, sounding sad and nervous.
Darien scrambled off of the couch, bolting for the kitchen. Leaving Serena floundering on the couch, feeling so ashamed as if she was the other woman in this sordid triangle. A discarded mistress, cast to the side to wait and pine for any further attention's he might bestow upon her. But only at the convenience of the woman who truly mattered to him...the one currently tying him up on the phone.
"Hey, there Beautiful." Darien called, once concealed behind the half wall.
Serena's eyes flew wide, the sudden shock of hearing him call Amelia the same endearment. It cheapened the endearment in a way, making her feel worthless. Enlightening to the fact that he perhaps called every pretty girl beautiful and she was just one of many conquests he might have had. It was a rush of freezing water upon her heart, leaving her body trembling and lost. Darien was just pretending to be Amelia's boyfriend...right? He was sorta cheating on her with Amelia, she had always known that...right? She was the real girlfriend..right. All those doubts crossed her mind and breeded a sense of unease. Making her stomach twist painfully.
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Simple Sweetness
RomanceThe first half of a journey of finding, losing, and finding again the most important thing of all. Love.-AU Image by: angielaura on deviantart. Story written by Shaydoe.