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Chapter 8 -Fire Pokers

Lying on my bed again the next afternoon, my feet swinging in the air, I was still trying to wade my way through the book as my parents were having another afternoon nap when suddenly the doorbell rang. I joyfully leapt off my bed and slid past my parent's room and ran soundlessly down the stairs, sliding slightly as my sock-covered feet hit the smooth wooden floors.

A lean shadow was leant up against the glass and something about it's stance let me know who the figure was.

"Darien!" I sang as I flung open the door. He stood there, slightly sagging at the shoulders, but in my thrilled state I hadn't noticed. He managed a smile for me.

"Hey Sere can I come in, or am I going to stand out here all day?" he teased cocking his head to the left, his bangs falling over his sexy eyes. I stood fascinated, watching his mouth turn up into another of his sexy grins. I was broken out of my dream state when he waved his hand in front of my face.

"Serena. Serena? Are you there? Come back to this world sweetie."

"Huh?" I asked stupidly blinking my eyes as my mind docked back on earth. "Oh. Right, sorry," I laughed, "come on in." Grabbing his hand I yanked him inside and pulled him up to my room. I hadn't noticed that my actions had caused a wince to creep across Darien's face. The stairs squeaked with the added weight on them. I whirled around.

"Shh! My parents are sleeping, we have to be quiet." He nodded with another wince. This was eerily familiar.

Ushering Darien into my room, I shut the door and turned back to where I left him, standing in the middle of my room looking a little lost. I grinned it was just so cute.

"What's the matter Darien? You look a little lost…" I trailed off as I suddenly realised that he was indeed lost. He had never been in my room before. My father had strict rules about my bedroom and boys. Well he was asleep now so what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Lawson?" Darien mumbled, as he picked up my discarded book off the floor, "Don't tell me that's the set book for English this year?"

"Actually it is. Thank goodness I speak English as fluently as Japanese. It's a very boring book so you saved me from dying of inevitable boredom. My Hero." I flung myself onto him in a tight hug. Darien drew in a sharp breath of pain, and let it out slowly. Finally I noticed that something wasn't quite right. I let him go and stepped back, scanning him with my eyes. His shoulders were humped over and not as arrogantly straight as the usually were. His eyes seemed very dark and stormy like he was upset and there was a definite downward turn to the corner of him mouth. Why hadn't I noticed it sooner? I reached out with my hand to touch him and he shied away falling abruptly onto his back on my bed. Another gasp of pain. Concerned I walked over to the bed. Gently, I started pulling his shirt up. He moved slightly away from my hand,

"No," I whispered softly but sternly, and lifted his shirt up over his chest, head and arms that he held obligingly up for me. My eyes travelled back down his firm tan skin, over his muscled shoulders and down over the ripples of his well-defined six-pack, onto large purple bruises tinged with yellow across his stomach.

"Oh…" A gasp escaped, I couldn't help it, "Darien, who did this to you?" he turned his head away and said nothing. His silence spoke volumes. "It was your father, wasn't it?"

Darien turned his head back to me and stared intently over my shoulder, avoiding my eyes, and slowly nodded, tears creeping into his onyx eyes. I felt my throat tighten and tears well up in my own eyes. Compassion gripped me and I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips to his. Hungrily he leant into the kiss, his right hand coming up and rested behind my neck holding my head gently in place. I felt his tongue run along my lower lip begging entrance to a more passionate kiss. I parted my lips and met his tongue with mine. The kiss was not a war ground designed to be a fight for dominance, it was comfortable, loving, and sympathetic on my part. Breaking the kiss my eyes slightly unfocused I raised my hand and cupped his left cheek wiping a stray tear away with my thumb.

"I love you." I said quietly. I raised two fingers and placed them over his lips when I saw he was trying to reply. "Hush. I didn't tell you to get a reply. I just wanted you to know." I looked at him lying shirtless and tanned on my bed, leaning against my pillows. Lust wound its way around my waist and moved leisurely upward, filling me with disturbing warmth and visions of ripping my clothes off. I gently stretched out two fingers and ran them over the ripples of his six-pack, goose-bumps rose wherever my fingers touched leaving Darien shivering slightly with reaction. I licked my lips slowly distracted briefly from his body as I realised that my mouth was completely dry. I didn't let it distract me for long. Not taking my eyes from his body, I reached over him letting my body brush his already sensitive skin and grab a glass of water from my bedside table. Taking a sip I glanced at his face, it hadn't left mine and I could see the desire in his eyes. Hurriedly I replaced the glass and returned my gaze to his body. Then suddenly with out warning I ducked my head and pressed my lips to his stomach careful to avoid the bruised areas. I started kissing my way up until I got to his left nipple, at which I started licking and nipping gently. I felt his body contract in reaction and shock, a muffled "Sere?" was heard, but I kept going. His hands found my shirt and slid under and connected with my smooth skin. I was again distracted from my goal and looked up. Darien's eyes were intense with desire. He looked deeply into mine and asked the question; "Are you sure you want to do this?" I nodded, hesitating for a split second. Darien picked up on it, "Stop when you don't want it to go further. Understand it doesn't matter about me, if you don't want to continue then stop and tell me. I don't want to force you into anything ok?" I nodded again touched that he would think about something like that. In one smooth motion I had straddled him and my hands were again playing with the tan skin of his stomach. His hands that had been in my t-shirt were currently at its hem and lifting. I raised my arms and let him slide it off, throwing it unceremoniously onto the floor revealing bright yellow lacy bra. Darien raised his eyebrow at the sexy underwear.

"Were you expecting me to take your top off?"

I laughed, "No, I just like sexy underwear, but I don't mind you taking my top off, anytime you like… well except if we're not on our own."

Darien joined in my laughter, then started to move his hands around, massaging my smooth skin. Up and down, his hands and fingers brushed over and over, my skin sang with sensations. Lowering myself over him I started to suck on his collarbone. His hands moved up and brushed over my bra clasp. I shivered with anticipation, but he didn't unclasp it. He instead wound his right hand into my hair, copying my movements as I kissed and sucked on his collarbone. His other hand slid its way round to my front and massaged my right breast through the material of my bra. I gasped in amazement, his hands were arousing feelings I had never had before, and my lips lost hold of his collarbone. I relocated to his mouth and without breaking the kiss Darien managed to turn us over so now I was under him. He seemed to have forgotten his bruises and I wasn't about to remind him. Breaking the kiss he looked down on me and I was subjected to his searing look. I blushed from the heat of his gaze. And leaned up to take his lips again.

A low moan escaped my throat. Darien had moved onto my neck, his hands running softly up and down my warm arms causing little bursts of electricity in my stomach.


"What was that noise?"

"Ken I forbid you from going into Serena's room"

"But, I…She's" he floundered

"That's none of our business, its hers and she is old enough to make her own choices." My mother replied firmly

"But—"

"But nothing! Get down stairs right now and leave your daughter in peace. We will talk to her when she comes out and after Darien goes home."

Putting two and two together atthe mention of my boyfriend's nameand comming up with fourmy father's face went purple with rage, after glancing at my mothers face however, he quickly decided that he had better not push his luck and sulkily make his way downstairs. Stomping on every single of the 10 steps hopefully attempting to dislodge my interest from Darien. It didn't I was completely engrossed with my boyfriend on my bed.

We didn't go further then that. No more clothing was taken off and hands didn't ever wonder to other territories. Tearing myself away from Darien for a second I glanced at my digital alarm clock on my bedside-table. It was close to 6 already. I panicked. My parents would have been up long ago.

"Darien its 6'Oclock!"

"What?" he gasped out, shocked. He hurriedly untangled himself from me and located his shirt, handing me mine. Looking at him I could see his pale complexion. "Damn! I was supposed to be home by 5:30." Now it was my turn to pale.

I turned to him, "Will you get into trouble for being late?" Darien looked out the window for a second then turned back to me smiling.

"No it's ok my parents aren't home yet but I have to go and start getting dinner ready before they get home." He grabbed my hand and kissed my palm, "Lets go."

He dragged me quietly out of my room and down the stairs trying to not let any squeak. As fate would have it we stepped on the same step as before and a long loud squeak broke the silence. I cringed as I heard my parents start moving in the next room. "Run!" I hissed and we took off still trying to be as quiet as we could be. As we got to the door my father ran out brandishing a fire-poker. "OH NO YOU BASTARD! STEALING MY SWEET, INNOCENT DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY. NO! STOP! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!"

Darien took one look at my enraged father swinging the fire-poker recklessly and leant down kissing me quickly before running for his life.

"DADDY!" I shrieked as my father swung the sharp metal and impaled the door. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! HOW DARE YOU TREAT DARIEN LIKE THAT!"

My mother came out of the lounge area, red faced and angry.

"KEN HOW DARE YOU? I TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT OF IT. WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO DO KILL THE BOY?"

My father suddenly got a hunted look in his eye, his back to the door he was confronted by two very angry women. Shit! He fumbled for the doorknob and finally locating it he opened the door and ran out into the night. My mother and I looked at each other, a smile crept across her face and one made its way onto mine. Then we were laughing together. My mother closed the door, careful to keep it unlocked for when my father would come home. Yanking the fire-poker put of the door my mother carried it back in the lounge still laughing. I dragged myself back up to my room suddenly tired. Tired from both the physical and emotional side of seeing my boyfriend that afternoon.

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