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Note! This chapter contains content which will burn – innocent slash un-used to lemons – ppl's eyes.

Mirror of Contrast

Chapter 4

"Okay, Andrew," Serena said walking into her apartment, "Home sweet home for the next few weeks huh?"

Andrew nodded, "So where do I sleep? With you? You'd better not kick," He joked lightly.

Serena laughed trying to keep the nauseating feeling down at the thought of a man, other then Darien, in her bed. Serena was in two minds, one said that Andrew was her greatest friend and he needed to stay somewhere while he recovered. The other said that Andrew wasn't her male, and so therefore she felt repulsed to have him there.

"No, I have the guest bedroom ready for you," Serena said, "And you'd better be nice. I spent the whole of yesterday cleaning my junk out of it."

"You wouldn't have had junk in it if you didn't hoard things," Andrew retorted.

"Do you want dinner tonight," She threatened, her hands settling stiffly on her hips.

"Uh are you cooking?" Andrew asked knowing Serena was a terrible cook after many disastrous meals she force fed him.

"Are you hinting something," Serena said eyes narrowed.

"No no!" Andrew said, raising his hands to surrender, "Uh how about we get pizza, on me – to celebrate!"

"Okay, fine then" she agreed slightly miffed but glad at the prospect of being released from kitchen duty, "I'll be in my room."

Retreating to the sanctuary of her bedroom – where she didn't have to look at Andrew – Serena went through her draw with shaky hands, removing a bottle of pain killers. Her head had pounded for the past three days, but with a male so close to her in her home, it had become harsh making her eyes water. Popping a pill in her hand, she looked down at it and frowned before tipping another five in her hand and swallowing them with a glass of water. However she knew the pills wouldn't work, no matter how many she took, but it made her feel better just for the hell of it anyway.

It had been the worst three days of her life since Darien's confrontation, everything went wrong and her body was in so much pain. A little sob escaped her throat and she quickly staunched further ones, she hated crying but there was only so much she could take. Sleep had eluded her the past three nights and when she managed a snooze Darien was always there, tormenting her with his sex appeal. She spent a good time at work avoiding men or she risked throwing up, and every goddamned fairy seemed to be giving her hell. In short she was deeply depressed and was at the end – end of what though?

Turning on her side she groaned, it was times like this that Serena wished she had someone to talk to. She had plenty of friends but none who would understand, if she told them they would be horrified and think she were some traitor to Faerie Folk, against the Queen. It also seemed that this incomplete bond had giving her bad luck, at work she had been detained to the desk and forced to work through Shield Enterprise's documents – talk about an ironic torment!

Removing her shoulder holster she snuggled into the bed feeling sleep come her way. Just as she was about to drift way Andrew burst through the door saying the pizza had arrived. Growling, another unusual thing she had developed, she dragged herself from the bed to enter the lounge, the disgusting stench of the pizza invading her senses. Usually she loved pizza, but because of this incomplete bond everything she loved she now hated and couldn't bear to eat anything. Taking a plate and dropping a triangle upon it she attempted a bite and gagged, this wasn't going to work.

"Want a drink Andrew?" She asked.

"Sure," He answered chomping through the pepperoni pizza.

Taking her plate she used the protection of the kitchen counters to drop her pizza in the bin, then slowly began to prepare a drink for Andrew, grabbing water for herself.

Placing it in front of him, Serena took her seat trying to ignore the smell and drink her water.

"Are you finished," Andrew asked looking at her nod in response, "Are you okay Serena?"

Serena made the motions to start answering but Andrew cut her off, "I know there is something wrong and I want to know. You've been totally out of it, you've been a zombie and rejecting cases at work to stay cooped up in your office – I might be stuck 'recovering' but I'm not out of it."

Serena winced; she had naively hoped that her habit change wasn't too noticeable, obviously not. She wrung her hands and listened as he continued.

"You've missed lunch everyday, and looking at you now I'd say you've been not just rejected lunch but dinner and breakfast I presume," Andrew was worried he had never seen Serena like this.

If it had been someone else Andrew wouldn't have noticed but for Serena the changes were so against her character it was hard not to notice. He hadn't said anything before because he thought she just needed some time, but he was sure if he gave her time she would kill herself. She looked thinner, her eyes dead and toneless accompanied by purple rings. Along with that, her feisty gusto had evaporated and no longer did that beautiful smile grace her face.

Serena debated quickly as to what to say then went for the general excuse women gave, "I've been having some….uh….womanly problems --- you know..." Her voice trailing away, hands up in the air as she did an 'I-can't-explain' shrug.

His eyes widened with understanding. Men presumed 'woman problems' had something to do with their periods; that's why it was foolproof, they had no real idea what 'women problems' were and it kept them quiet because it was an awkward topic to discuss.

"Oh," He said blankly blushing slightly, "You should go to the doctor."

Serena shook her head, "Its not serious, its just I'm a little messed up at the moment and things have gone haywire. In a couple of weeks it will sort itself out," --- or not.

Andrew didn't look convinced, "I think you should still see a doctor."

Serena smiled reassuringly at Andrew, "Everything will be fine, don't worry," Before he could protest she said she was going to bed, 'a thing which would help the healing process of her problems'. If only it were that easy.

Locking her bedroom door, Serena flew across her bedroom and seized the phone Darien left from a draw. Her hands were shaking so much she had difficulty going through the directory to find his number. Locating it she bit her lip uncertainly, steeling herself she reminded herself she needed her life back. With the burst of those thoughts she pushed the ring button, before she got cold feet, and placed the phone to her ear.

Every ring of the phone made her more uncertain about what she was doing. She was about to cancel the call, because of nerves, when he answered.

"Hello Serena," He said, his tone making Serena crazy with its husky quality – he had the best voice she had ever heard.

"I want to complete the bond," She blurted. She knew Darien was smirking with victory and she gritted her teeth, clenching her fist. Thankfully though, he didn't rub this victory in her face.

"However," She added, "I will do this only on the conditions that it will be a secret, and no one will know – no one."

"Is that all?" He asked slightly amused.

"Yes," She said adamantly.

"I will make arrangements then," he said, "Expect something tomorrow, sleep well baby."

Serena said nothing, snapping the phone closed and falling onto the bed – wow that was exhausting. Her body seemed to relax now that she had agreed to…to do the consummation and a deep bone wary tiredness wrapped its cloak around her. Sluggishly she wriggled on the bed, removing the unnecessary clothing she was wearing; as soon as this was done and she had climbed beneath the covers she succumbed to the luxury of sleep.

Out of all days the one Serena was experiencing was the worst, true she had a good nights sleep but her mind was going round and round in circles as she constantly thought about the consummation. Everything went agonisingly slowly with plenty of trouble, especially when she got into an argument with an obnoxious fairy and ended up, with her temper at the end of its tether, punching her – resulting in two hours overtime.

"Andrew, where are you?" Serena asked, stepping through the apartment door.

"I'm here," He answered, Luna and Artemis curled on his lap as he did a crossword and watched TV, "Hi have a nice day?"

Serena looked dryly at him, "So I take it was a bad day."

"Don't ask," She cut him off, dumping her bag unceremoniously on the floor.

"Well Luna, Artemis and I had a great day!" Andrew said.

"Really," Serena said disinterested as she flicked through the mail.

"Well, as nice a day as one can have stuck at home with two cats…" He blubbered on.

"Um-hum," She mumbled, acting like a gracious listener.

Flicking through the sterile boring envelopes she scanned their titles, electricity bill, flyer, rent…the last letter was plain, but she could instantly feel quality in the cream envelope encasing its contents. Her heart raced at the unlabelled letter.

"…and so then you arrived. Hey! Are you listening to a word I just said?" Andrew asked through narrow eyes.

"Of course Drew," she said softly, a far away expression coating her face, "Um I'll just be in my room."

Serena took the letter with shaking hands, and then retreated to the privacy of her room where she opened the letter. The first thing that slipped from the envelope was a key card for a pent house accompanied by a note.

1900

D.

Seven o'clock tonight Serena thought glancing at the clock, 6:22. Rubbing her eyes Serena wondered if she was doing the right thing, she was going to walk right into one of the most notorious criminal's territory; it was a huge risk on her behalf. What if the NDS found out? She could be imprisoned for treason and her family name destroyed.

"Goddess, why do things have to be so hard," She muttered lying down, "In fact, why is it always me who gets all the crap in life?" She whispered harshly, pounding her fist into the mattress, "Always me!"

But I need to do this, one night with him, not even that, and I'll be back to normal and I'll never need to see him again! She thought positively sitting up. In order to look less conspicuous, she changed her formal business suit for a pair of blue jeans and silk blouse. Grabbing her wallet she took a tan knee length coat from the wardrobe and slipped it on.

"Hey Andrew," she said re-entering the lounge, "I'm going out for a while, don't worry if it gets late and I'm not back."

Andrew looked suspiciously at her, "Where are you going?"

"Oh, no where special," Serena said, "Just a work meeting," She added as he looked unhappy with the short answer.

"Okay," He said, watching her through suspicious eyes. Was she really that see-through? She wasn't the best liar but she considered herself convincing enough.

Before he could protest, she bid her good bye, giving him a quick reassuring peck – suppressing a shudder as she did so – and flying out the door. Using the address on the key card she caught a taxi and arrived out side an absolutely massive building, the structure made almost completely out of shiny tinted glass. If she thought the outside was impressive the inside was even better. The interior was a stunning piece of art with expansive carpeted floors, cream walls gilded with gold and a huge, artfully wrought chandelier decked out with crystal. Serena's mouth opened in a small 'o' as she took in the marvellous sight. Wow Shields certainly knew how to live in style, but money wasn't everything she reminded herself.

Walking through the lobby, feeling alienated amongst the fancily dressed people, she slipped into the elevator before it closed. There were a couple people in the mirror line elevator: a detached old lady severely pouting in fur trimmed coat, a middle aged lady, obviously a workaholic as she remained trained to her organiser, and a young man, grinning flirtatiously at her. She gave him the cold shoulder; she didn't want to look at him when all he did, was make her want to hurl.

As they got to their floors they quickly left, leaving Serena alone to travel up to the 72nd floor of the building. When the doors eventually slid open, Serena instantly saw a difference from the past previous floors. The apartment, 842, was the only door at the end of a shallow corridor, whereas everyone else had multiple apartments per floor. Not only did it show he was stinking rich, but it made her feel isolated away from everyone else.

Stepping onto the plush cream carpet, she stopped in front of the double panelled doors and licked her lips, butterflies beating in her stomach – she had never been so nervous. Taking the key card from her pocket, she swiped it through the electronic lock and opened the door when the light flashed green. The inside was massive, with onyx marble floors leading into thick carpet. One wall comprised totally of ceiling to floor glass, displaying the night sky, and what was left was painted in masculine dark colours – it was a very sexy room.

"You're late," Darien interrupted her thoughts, entering through a side door, wearing a dark shirt and black slacks.

"Sue me," Serena muttered to herself.

"Maybe I will," Darien said, his acute hearing picking up everything.

He looked so casual, as if this whole affair was something people did everyday, his eyes seeming to strip her naked. Serena felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny and backed away heading towards the door, her instincts telling her to run from the wolf wanting to devour her – maybe it wasn't a good idea to come.

"Do you agree to consummate our bond?" He asked, his husky deep voice wrapping around her like silk.

Serena took in a shuddering breath before answering nervously, "Yes."

Before her eyes he ran like the speed of light, crushing his mouth upon hers before she could utter even a word, his arms curving around her leaning her back so she was forced to cling to him. He traced her lips wanting entrance and all Serena could do was helplessly oblige, all her pent up lust releasing. Boldly he stroked her tongue, a hand cupping her neck tilting her head up to give better access. It was so good and Serena couldn't resist at all, her hands feeling the ripple of power as his arms tightly closed around her lifting her off the floor, right against him. Serena's fingers sunk into the thick mass of his silky hair, her body on an overdose of pleasure as she felt every muscle and…bulge of Darien's Adonis physique. Breaking off, his lips began to wander, nipping and kissing roughly down her throat, her head tilting back as she basked in pleasure. Serena cried out as his teeth skimmed the scar on her neck, all rational thought gone as she melted away to another world of pure bliss.

Things were hot and volatile as their desires soared, and before she knew it Darien had swung her into his arms, darting to his bedroom. Placing her on the bed he resumed, plundering her mouth as he climbed on top of her, his nimble hands making light work of her jacket and blouse. Serena's fingers were equally as quick; gliding his buttons apart revealing the defined contours of his chest, Serena almost swooned at the sight of such splendour. Much to Darien's surprise, Serena rolled them over so that she was on the top her mouth descending on his chest wanting to feel its bronze smoothness against her lips.

A slow grind started as Serena moved her hips, feeling his arousal beneath her, motivating her further. As much as Darien enjoyed her domination, he was the leader and intended to stay like that flipping it back to being as it should be. He felt brutal in his need to have her, his agonizing wait had been too long and the wolf within snarled and snapped in rebuke of her resistance; despite all he tried to be as gentle as possible in his current state, wanting to give the most he could in their first time. Dispensing of her bra his hand cupped her perfect breast, his mouth encasing one hard nipple and swirling it with his tongue.

Serena moaned arching into him, "Darien, Darien," she whispered raggedly, her fingers weaving in his hair.

He shivered at the sound of his name on her lips and darted to her jeans, whipping them off followed by his own pants. The animal inside of him howled for him to make her his, now and forever, and he willingly did this sliding between her legs and thrusting himself into her slick entrance. She cried out with pleasure her body arching and thighs tensing around him; the world seemed to stop for them at that moment – being the enemy forgotten, along with everything else in life, as a new rose blossomed – them. Slowly he started a rhythm, letting her silken muscles adjust to his size.

"More, more," she begged, wrapping her legs around his narrow hips. He willingly did so, going faster and plunging deeper – nothing, no experience in his life, could compare to what Darien felt and a predatory instinct within him awoke.

Her moans rung in the room further arousing Darien, his wolfish nature shining through as he growled deep in his throat with satisfaction. The tempo kept increasing, winding the lovers up to their breaking points; Serena was close so to climaxing, he could feel it, and maintaining his pace he sucked the scar upon her neck, which did it. He felt her inner muscles contract around him, and he too followed in ecstasy, spilling inside her, his soul fusing with hers in a fantastic explosion of colour. He was aware of her every thought as connections were forged, draining them of energy, but it was worth it for all the fulfilment they felt. The euphoria that coursed through Darien was indescribable and he threw his head back, his animal howl slicing through the dark room, showing his victory.

Exhaustion washed over the lovers and Darien lowered himself upon Serena, his head nestling predatorily between her breasts, a hand snaking possessively around her waist almost erotically stroking her hip.

The pain Serena felt was totally gone, replaced by an indescribable pleasure, it was truly amazing and she lay passive, too tired to move after their intense session. It was then after the fog of desire dissipated enough, did Serena realize that she had done what was needed and she didn't have to stay anymore. Stirring beneath Darien's heavy body the physical connection broke as his member slid from her.

.Don't.

Serena jolted; did she just hear that in her head? She shivered and tried again, but his hand pulled her back his body sliding fully over hers to prevent her escape.

Stay… he purred languidly in her mind, leaning down to kiss her.

"Let me go," she said, jerking her mouth way from his lips, "We did the consummation thingie and I want to go now."

Yes, we did the consummation, but that doesn't mean that I'll let you go, his essence like liquid silk in her mind.

"Don't do that!" She said, not liking his talking in her head one bit.

"Why not?" He antagonized, biting at her hypersensitive pointed ear, making her squirm.

"Because I don't like it!" She snapped, which was true. The concept he could just enter her mind disturbed and scared her, when she felt like that an instant façade of tough angriness formed to hide weakness.

Hitting his chest with her fists Serena struggled for freedom, but instantly became silent when a deep growl rumbled in Darien's throat, his eyes flashing a vivid blue, a warning not to mess with him at all. Serena released a strangled cry of frustration, looking away from Darien, hot anger flushing her cheeks; she refused to be submissive to him. She didn't love him, the only reason she agreed to consummate the bond was for relief from the agony she was living --- it was merely a mutual benefit to complete it. But it seemed from his stubborn ass attitude he wanted more, was this to be her life? Living in the shadows chained to the man who forced her with the burden of being his 'female' --- well screw him, he'd have to learn he couldn't have everything in life and that was her. Serena couldn't do it, couldn't betray faerie folk after years of her services and family's hard work. With her mind in turmoil an even more horrific thought occurred to her as she felt him becoming aroused, pushing between her legs.

"Oh my God!" She said, "Please say you used protection."

He looked sceptically at her, "I refuse to wear human contraptions with my --."

"No!" Serena interrupted panicky, tears pricking in her eyes, "I can't afford to get pregnant!"

Her fear fuelled her body and she managed to escape him, sliding from the bed and grabbing her blouse and jeans, wrenching them on as she ran towards the door.

"What's wrong with getting pregnant?" Darien said his voice stinging with anger as he encircled her from behind.

"What's wrong with it! What's wrong with it!" Serena shrieked hysterically, "You are a self centred bastard. I can't believe you! Fucking you is one thing, but having children is something I can't accept."

"Why not?" He antagonized, "I accepted the fact you weren't a virgin."

"What the hell does that have to do with anything! I wasn't going to save myself until you came along! Arrogant pig," She yelled feeling smothered by his large body.

"You should have," He said angrily, "It was my right."

"Chauvinistic, bigoted, arse hole!" She yelled, "I loathe you!"

"And I want you," he said, lust swirling within his eyes.

Next thing they were feverishly kissing, her jeans being discarded and blouse pulled off her shoulders to meet the floor. Darien began roughly biting and kissing down her neck, creating a burning path down her throat. It became difficult to control her legs as she steadily lost control, and Darien took the advantage, navigating to a wall and pushing her against it. Under her hands she could feel the wide span of his pectorals twitch, and she wound her arms tightly around his neck, lifting her body so they were equal. Finally corresponding, Darien impaled her and Serena's gasp of pleasure broke the kiss as her head went back against the wall, eyes closed in rapture to savour the moment. Wrapping her legs tightly around his hips she let him move in the fast rhythm satisfying their hungry passion. Just as Darien released, he slammed his mouth upon Serena's, swallowed her shattered scream as their souls once again becoming one with their bodies. Over and over they climaxed as they tried to get to the bedroom, their exhaustion forgotten as they did it on the cold coffee table before falling back into bed. Every time they finished and climaxed Darien got hard again and the cycle started again – which wasn't biologically possible.

Darien laughed throatily as he caught her train of thought, "It's a special werewolf feature, to pleasure their mate."

"I can't do any more," Serena panted, her body screaming at the exertion.

She was so tired, her eyes felt like they had lead weights upon them, and it didn't help that Darien had enveloped her within his strong arms, resting her upon his hard warm chest.

I should go, but I don't want too…

Catching the thought that went through Serena's head, he grinned stroking her smooth feminine curves, a deep satisfaction coursing through him. He had been surprised at her stamina; she kept up and kept going even totally drained from the bonding --- who said pixies were just sprinters. He licked his lips at the thought of her at full power; next time was guaranteed to be even better; and there was going to be a next time, he would make sure of it – despite what Serena thought.

She looked like a beautiful angel in his arms, her hair spread over his shoulder, contrasting strongly against the dark sheets. She was so different to women of his species, who were tall and athletic, on the masculine side. Serena was tiny filled with abundant curves, her face unmistakably feminine with extraordinary pale skin, delicate features and lush pink lips – even as she slept they were pulled in a cute pout. She may look fragile, but Darien knew she was no wilting lily, which made a part of her passionate nature. Never in a thousand years had he expected to have a little pixie as his alpha female, but on the night of her infiltration she was like a shining light, radiating sexuality, seducing him with her delicious scent.

She was far better then he ever wanted, but damn she was frustrating! He couldn't believe the amount of time she had resisted him, most females who weren't bonded didn't last a couple days, she had lasted almost a month since the marked her! But their intense love making made up for his agony of waiting, she was his, body and soul so his wolf backed down, now if only he could get her mind to see. Brushing a kiss upon her brow, he let himself drift with her into the darkness of sleep.

When Serena awoke the first thing she noticed was how amazing she felt, cuddled in a warm embrace. The second thing she noticed was how sore her muscles were, and the third thing she realized was she had sex with Darien Shields – her worst enemy. Her eyes revolved around the room, trying to find a clock for the time, unfortunately there was none, and she had no idea if it was night or day as the drapes were drawn, making the room incredibly dark.

Glancing up at Darien she could see his eyes were closed, his arm wrapped securely around her waist, her hair a tangled mess curling all over his body. Grimacing she slid as carefully as possible from his arms, wincing at the slight pain of her movements – what a workout! Finding her pink panties, giving up on the bra when she couldn't find it she entered the lounge to retrieve her blouse (on the floor) and jeans (thrown on a couch). Stepping back into the bedroom to grab her jacket, she found Darien very much awake, his torso propped on the headboard, the sheet riding dangerously low on his hips. In his hand he held her bra his intense eyes fixed on her every movement as she picked up her jacket – why didn't she just grab the coat before?

Stepping from the bed, she contained her eyes from travelling over his nude body, fixing them straight into his. Poising her body, she couldn't help slipping into a defensive stance; she was going to leave this time, unlike the last attempt which failed so drastically.

"Till next time," He purred.

"Yeah right, don't count on it," Serena said hostility in her voice as she turned to leave.

His arm caught her wrist stopping her, a mirthless smile forming on his face, "One parting kiss, lover," he said in a low seductive tone.

Serena laughed sardonically, "No freaking way!"

She didn't have much choice in the issue as he swooped down and took her lips anyway. Serena broke off before her body began to succumb to lust and she glared at him, then without a word stalked off out the door.

Serena had been dismayed to find the sun shining outside, and the world in full swing. From a clock she saw that it was well past 11 o'clock! On her crazy rampage to get home, Serena felt the full impact of what her carnal desires entailed, sure she had fixed up her little problem, but now she had to live with the guilt. Tears involuntarily prickled in her eyes, she was a traitor; she had slept with a man that she loathed, that had murdered her kind. Yes it was to consummate her bond, but that didn't mean that she was to repeatedly have sex with him over and over. Rushing home she threw the door open and ran right into Andrew, landing hard on her backside.

"Serena! Where have you been," Andrew yelled, "I've been worried sick!"

"I'm sorry," she muttered, a tear involuntarily streaking down her cheek.

"Whoa Rena, what's wrong," He asked his anger evolving to concern as he crouched down, wrapping his arms around her.

"No, no," she managed with a watery smile, "Got to get to work."

"Serena, I've phoned the NDS and said you were ill today," Andrew answered, "But where were you and don't say a business meeting. I might be out of action for the next month, but that doesn't mean I don't know what is going on at the NDS. There was no meeting last night." He said, wiping her tear away an adamant expression on his face.

"I…I…" a pained look on her face, what could she say, "Please don't ask Drew."

Andrew sighed, dragging a hand through his golden hair, "Fine Serena, but does this have to do with your relationship with that secret man?"

"God, please no Andrew," She begged, "I have to sleep."

Standing up she moved towards her bedroom, hearing Andrew release a frustrated sigh. Once alone she climbed into bed and let sleep send her into oblivion – unable to cope with her betrayal.

Hope you all had a Merry Christmas and will have a Happy New Year

I am sorry this took so long to get out, but work had meincredibly busy the last week and a half, with no day off because we're short staffed you see. But by the end of the 10 / 11 / 12 hour dayI was just WAY too tired to update, and my boss has been giving me absolute hell making me very miserable and uninspired (if ur interested I'm gonna write something on my livejournal). However, finally with the statutory (sp?) holidays and xmas cheer I managed to do some editing. The chapter is far from perfect but I'm happy enough with it.

Yes it seems all of a sudden, and I realize some ppl wanted to make more resistance between the wonderfully explosive pair, but I NEEDED to portray the inability to cope without the bond being formed; however Serena should become more resistant and stronger to Darien now that the bond is there.

- Lady Isis