A/N: Okay guys so this chapter gets smutty towards the end... I say towards the end, it's pretty much pure smut... I hope you like it :)
Two hours later and Eleanor found herself holding a small digital camera and Darren's iphone. Darren, Chris and two of the Warblers were having their photo taken.
"Say cheese!" The boys grinned as the flash momentarily blinded them.
"That's going straight on Twitter." Chris smirked smugly and turned away to chat to one of the other boys.
Darren turned his gaze to his girlfriend, her eyes had darkened somewhat, filled with want and a desperate hunger. Darren knew that look well. Darren loved that look. He also knew that he had to stop looking at her lustful gaze before the situation became embarrassing in this room filled with his colleagues. He cleared his throat quietly before turning back to Chris, who was giving him a far too knowing look.
"Erm, I think Eleanor and I are going to head off soon, I'm pretty tired." Chris actually snorted, earning him a pretty powerful bitch glare from Darren.
"Sure, you go relax. Eleanor try to get him to hang up his Dalton uniform please, we wouldn't want it to get..." He coughed pointedly."wrinkled!" Chris expected Eleanor to look embarrassed or at least blush a little, instead she had a look of pure innocence upon her face; Chris was impressed.
"I'll try, but you know how he gets flinging his clothes on the floor." Eleanor winked saucily and grabbed a beetroot Darren by the untied tie around his neck and led him from the set briskly. When they had put a bit of distance between the set and themselves, Eleanor pushed Darren roughly against the wall, latching onto his lips instantly. Darren's eyebrows shot into his hairline, but it took him all of three seconds to reciprocate, burying his hand into her thick hair. His other hand found the small of her back and he pulled her even closer, he could hear his heart thumping frantically in his ears. They were brought back to reality abruptly as Kevin wolf whistled on his way to wardrobe. Darren's head fell back onto the hard brick wall and he groaned in frustration. Eleanor brought her lips to his ear, running a finger down the other side of his neck as she whispered sensuously.
"You look so damn hot in that tie..." She moved away still looking at Darren through her thick black lashes. She entwined their hands, ignoring Kevin resolutely while she practically jogged to Darren's trailer. When they reached the white metal structure Eleanor pushed Darren ahead to unlock the door. He found this increasingly difficult with her hands roaming under his shirt. He gasped as she ran a finger along his stomach just above his waistband. The lock clicked open and they stumbled inside, hastily kicking the door shut. Darren tried to pull Eleanor close again but she moved towards the shower door, turning flirtatiously and crooking a finger to beckon Darren wordlessly towards her. The second he was within arms reach Eleanor wrapped her fingers around his loose tie ends again, pulling him so close that their noses were touching.
"As much as I adore this uniform, we have to do something about your hair... I think I have just the solution. It requires you being somewhat less dressed though..." And with a soft kiss she ran her hands under his navy blazer, feeling the heat of Darren's skin through his thin white shirt, she pushed at the thick material, tugging it down his arms and letting it drop to the floor. Her fingers instantly busying themselves with the buttons on his shirt, with each button she popped she kissed the spot of skin that was newly exposed, eliciting quiet moans from an immobile Darren. He felt her fingers run gently over his shoulders as she slipped the shirt teasingly over his toned upper body, letting it join the blazer. Before Eleanor could start on his trousers Darren found the focus to pull her towards him, pressing her warm body into his.
"See, now you have an unfair advantage...I think we need to remedy that." He moved his head to the side and began to kiss down her neck, inhaling the intoxicating smell of Eleanor's perfume and something else entirely her. He breathed over her exposed collarbone using his slightly calloused fingers to grasp the bottom of her white ribbed jersey top. He let his fingers dance over her soft skin slightly before pushing the fabric up over the lacy bra and removing it completely. He hummed contentedly and reached a practised hand around Eleanor, brushing her shoulder with his lips, undoing her bra with habituate ease. He moved his hands to her shoulders pushing the straps down and flinging it to one side, not caring where it landed.
"Much better." Darren looked extremely pleased with himself, his hands roaming over Eleanor's smooth back, tracing the curves he loved so much.
"Yeah, yeah, well I was actually hoping to share a shower, but if you're just going to stand there looking smug I can take one alone..." Eleanor extricated herself from Darren's grasp, removing her purple jeans quickly and stepped into the compact shower room. She was turning the water on testing the temperature, when she felt Darren press against her, his hands firmly on her hips. She withdrew her hand from the steady flow of water and leaned back into Darren, resting her head on his shoulder, his arms encircled her waist. She would have been content with just that embrace had Darren not pressed his thumbs into her hips right at that moment. He lowered his lips to her neck, sucking and nipping at the tender skin. His grip on her hips allowed him to pull her back into him roughly. His breathing stuttered and deciding he couldn't wait any longer he negotiated them both under the stream of hot water and pulled Eleanor into a deep kiss, the water cascading over their entwined figures. Darren ran his tongue across Eleanor's lower lip, she granted him access immediately, bringing a hand up to cup his chin, feeling the smoothness afforded by Darren having shaved earlier. She ran her index finger across his jaw, bringing it down his neck over his Adam's apple and across his collar bone. She delighted in feeling him shiver knowing she caused that reaction in this beautiful man.
Eleanor let out a slight squeak when Darren's hands cupped her ass, she felt him grin into the kiss and pulled him closer. She threaded her fingers through his ridiculously gelled hair and pulled away from the kiss reluctantly. Darren actually whimpered. Eleanor just rolled her eyes and reached for the shampoo bottle, squeezing a liberal amount into her palm. She raised an eyebrow and smirked at Darren, she loved how dark his gorgeous honey coloured eyes had gotten, it caused feelings of intense lust to course through her veins. She fought the urge to just jump on Darren in favour of getting rid of the awful gel first. She rubbed the shampoo between her hands creating a thick lather.
"I don't get why they insist on filling your hair with this crap, I love your curls." She massaged the shampoo into his thick hair gently as he held her close, doing his best to make her job difficult. Eleanor persevered however, turning them so Darren was directly under the flow of water. Besides this gave her a rather impressive view of Darren in all his glory. She stepped back slightly watching the water trickle down over Darren's toned torso, down that delicious v that would normally only be visible over the top of his jeans. She admired his strong thighs, the way the water made his dark hair cling to his skin. She became aware that Darren was now watching her with a distinctly mischievous look in his eye. He reached out and pulled Eleanor in. He kissed her with so much passion they could barely breath. Eleanor ran a soft hand down Darren's chest and sides, allowing a finger to trace the lines his muscles made on his lower stomach, her fingers brushing over the fine dusting of hair. Darren moaned, his hands gripping onto Eleanor like his life depended on it. He kissed a hot trail down her slender neck, breathing heavily over her collarbone, making her cling to him ferociously. He tipped her back slightly arching her back and continued his path down her body, teasing the sensitive skin with light breaths and barely there kisses. She could feel his length hard against her hip and groaned inwardly at the sensation. Eleanor's quick intake of breath drove him crazy as he took a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around it languidly. Eleanor was melting into Darren, he could play her body like a finely tuned instrument, she had never felt anything like it and she knew it wouldn't be the same with anyone else. He backed her up against the tiled wall, pressing her into it. She could feel every flex of his muscles and couldn't keep herself from moaning his name. He moved his hands to rest low on her hips, gripping her tightly.
"Wrap your legs around me." It wasn't a question, his voice was low and sensual. Eleanor complied, flinging her arms around his neck as he helped support her. Darren's secure arms held Eleanor's weight easily and he lowered her slowly onto his rock hard cock, gasping slightly from the sudden contact. He felt Eleanor's legs tighten around him as he entered her. He felt so, damn, right, like this was all he ever wanted to do with the rest of his life. He felt complete, truly connected with the person he loves. Eleanor ran a single finger right down the middle of his neck, knowing this would drive him crazy. Sure enough Darren's head fell forwards onto her shoulder and he started to thrust inside her.
With every inward thrust a sound of pure desire escaped Eleanor's kiss bruised lips. She clung to Darren feeling the sweat building on his forehead. It really shouldn't have been that hot. She tightened her grip around his waist once more, digging her heels into Darren's tightly clenched ass. His head snapped up and his thrusts became desperate, needy. Eleanor let out a mingled cry into the steam filled room as heat coursed through her body, she felt the spasms of pleasure roll over her and crashed her lips to Darren's fiercely, claiming his mouth with her tongue. She opened her eyes to see Darren's widen and his face contort in bliss as he came deep inside her, his kisses sloppy, his breathing so heavy. His arms began to shake when he started to come down from his high. He lowered Eleanor to the ground with him and they vaguely became aware of the fact that the water had long since run cold.
They sat there for a minute more, then Darren got to his feet with a tender kiss to Eleanor's eyebrow. He was aiming for her forehead, but really he was lucky he could see straight. He turned off the shower and retrieved a towel and two Glee robes, carefully wrapping Eleanor in one of them and helping her to her feet. She took the towel and wrapped her hair in it, mourning the loss of Darren's chest as he pulled the fluffy white robe closed and tugged the tie tight. They left the bathroom and collapsed on the settee together. Eleanor between Darren's legs, her head resting on his chest while he enveloped her in his warm embrace.
"I love you. I know this is entirely the wrong time to tell you, but I really do you know?" Darren kissed Eleanor's temple gently and tightened his grip ever so slightly.
How is this the wrong time? I love you too, I have for a while now." She raised her head tiredly, a move that was hindered considerably by the towel wrapped around her head. She unravelled it, dropping it to the floor and shook out her long blonde hair with her fingers before returning her attention to Darren's soulful golden eyes.
"You have?"
"Yeah, have." She smiled serenely up at him, looking through long dark eyelashes and leant forward to kiss him gently before snuggling back into his chest, her fingers worked their way beneath the robe to rest on his impossibly warm skin. She knew they would have to move soon, but right now she was in heaven and had absolutely no intention of breaking the moment a second before she had to.
