DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE WINX CLUB! 4KIDSTV AND THE CREATORS OF THIS SHOW OWN IT!

Author's Note: Hello readers! As of now, all my chapters have been revamped, so some notes (brief ones):

This story is officially AU, and takes place after the Trix Sisters were sent to Boot Camp and after the prom in the last episode of season one. Riven and Musa did not get together as bf/gf, but remained good friends, who pick fights with each other for fun, and occasionally hang out…for now, that is!

Pairings:

Riven/Musa (Main pairing and developing)

Sky/Bloom

Brandon/Stella

Timmy/Techna

Helia/Flora

Layla/Harem of Men


Author's Nook

Aargh! It seems that I've been reading too many romance novellas lately, which led to the creation of this slightly R rated chapter!

Also, I'm sorry this came out so late! I deserve pity, since I'm a High School Junior:: does peace sign:: Anyway, Midterms are coming up this month so don't expect any updates until X-mas!

By the way, I haven't been able to watch many Winx episodes lately, so can anyone give me the low down on this Jared guy who likes Musa and is competing for her against Riven?

QW


Chapter Seven: Darkness Falls, Desire Rises


Blackness overtook her senses, encompassing her in endless night.

Breathing in and out slowly, she opened her eyes partially, and saw she was being carried by a dark figure, who, from the feel of their chest, was a man, carrying her bridal style over a threshold.

Closing her eyes in defeat, Musa flung herself once more into the arms of Morpheus, damning all of her instincts to hell as she slept.


Forty eight hours after seeing his best friend jump out a window on the 25th floor of a hotel, Riven still sat vigilantly by Musa's bedside, still wearing the white dress shirt and black pants from the day before. His jacket was flung on the couch, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his white muscle shirt, tails loosely flying in the summer breeze while the sky darkened into night once more, heralding another day gone and an unawakened Musa, who was currently sleeping in one of his large t-shirts on his bed, white as death, her hair forming a dark halo on his pillow.

Planting his elbows on his knees and massaging the sides of his head, he let out a ragged sigh, and then hazarded another look at her, hating how she remained pale and unawakened.

"Damn it Musa!" he snarled, banging his fist on his knee.

"Wake the hell up, woman! God...wake up!" he gasped, his anger radiating from his body. Sitting on the bed and holding her gently, he bent and kissed her temple.

"Don't you DARE not wake up..." Carefully dragging the upper portion of her body into his arms, he hugged her closely, moving her until she was in his lap, propped up against him.

"Not...not when I need you the most."


So warm, were Musa's first thoughts. Blearily opening her eyes, Musa turned her head to the side and was ready to shoot up when she realized she was not in her room. "So it wasn't a dream then," she whispered sadly, dreading the thought of what that ass could have done to her. Sighing wearily, she sank back down into the embrace of the warm body-WAITAMINUTE! WARM BODY!?!?!?!?!?

Derek was still here?! The nerve of that–!

Snarling, she quickly rolled over so whomever she was leaning against was pinned under her, "Who the hell–Riven?!" she said, surprise coloring her feral tone. "Yea, woman, now get off me!" he growled, "Unless, of course, you were planning on doing something?" he said, a smirk painting his sharp features as she backed off him, relieved, in playful disgust. "Shut it Fountain Boy!"

Moving toward the other side of the bed, she lay down and closed her eyes.

"Riven?"

"Hmm?"

"How did I get here?"

Silence enveloped them for a while, until Riven spoke, his words careful. "I happened to stop by, and, what else was I supposed to do when the first thing I see is you diving out of a 25th floor window?" Even to him the response sounded awkward.

Staring at him in shock, the only thing she could say at the moment was, "That son of a bitch! Well hell! I guess he really did try to rape me then..."

"WHAT!"

"Waitaminute! Riven! It's not as bad as it sounds...well, okay, maybe just a tad bit, but Riven! Listen to me! Oomph!" she grunted as she tried to stop him from running out the door, grabbing his coat as he went. "I'll kill the bastard!" he muttered, a feral gleam in his eyes as he imagined all the things one could do with a sword, "Yes, yes, ripping him open alive would do nicely," he muttered, trying to shake Musa's frantic arms off of him.

"No, Musa, he MUST pay!" Riven snarled as he looked for his keys.

"Riven, please stop!" Musa said firmly, rubbing her arm where it had hit the wall. Seeing as he was almost ready to gut her last night attacker, Musa did the one thing she knew could stop most any man in his tracks.

She kissed him.


"No, Musa, he MUST pay!" Riven snarled as he looked for his keys.

"Riven, please stop!" he heard Musa cry desperately.

Turning around to face her, "Now see here woman, Mmpph!"

Groaning as she kissed him, Riven hungrily pressed her body up against the wall, dropping his found keys and jacket as he went.

When he had her cornered, he ran his hands up and down her smooth body, one lightly caressing the sides of her upper body while the other pressed her hips into his.

"Musa..." he whispered, his voice nearly ragged with desire, which caused her to press against him further in response, an act that nearly undid him right there. Drawing back from her slightly to rain light kisses on her face and neck, Riven removed the open dress shirt he was wearing and captured her hands in his own, guiding them over his muscle shirt and across his lithe, muscular chest. Entranced by such a sight, Musa let him control her hands while he dipped his flaming head to kiss and nip at her neck, making her arch against him until her left leg was nearly wrapped around his torso to help her stand.

Heat raced through both of them as they discovered new sensations, (Musa), and even more electrifying ones than before (Riven). God, this is better that Darcy, he thought savagely as he encouraged her left leg higher up on his waist, until their hips were lightly grinding and touching. Kissing her hard on the mouth, he relished the feel of her sweet lips, thrusting in to her mouth hungrily with his tongue as she pressed harder against him, grinding even more into him, an act that, he saw as he turned his attentions to her muscular upper arms, was done to tease him, from the dreamy, lustful smirk on her face.

Snarling in anticipation, he French kissed the smirk away, nearly ripping the baggy t-shirt off her as she took his rough hand to cup her breasts, hooking her other leg around him in the process, an act which brought their heated bodies closer, making him grind against her in an imitation of sex. Grinding into her until she gasped his name, Riven smirked, and with both her legs still tightly wrapped around his still clothing clad waist, he maneuvered them into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them as he went.