Hello, hello, hello… (I just watched Lemony Snicket, hehe)

Okay ppl, I'll have da pics 4 ya in da next chappy since I haven't developed them yet.

Plus, amid all the freaking sweaty bodies busting for a room on da dance floor and avoiding the hungry hands of a barely-understandable Russian kid who I had expected to chase after me like a fat kid to cake, I was named Duchess of Prom (Da queen was a big surprise since, no offense, she didn't deserve to win.)

But, thankfully, one of my close friends, Angie, won princess, so it wasn't a total bummer.

I don't mind coming in 3rd place.

And I'm really sorry I took long wit dis happy, since my prom was like days ago.

Hope u likey.

Also, bear wit me cuz I'm wearing nails, my first time ever, so it kinda accounts 4 da lateness. So annoying having to go back every freakin second to correct my misspellings.

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Snow drifted in soft flakes; spiraling down with the wind making them dance. Frost clung to window panes as if someone came up and exhaled on them.

December came with a vengeance, striking homes as if in spite.

Four months. Four months since that night, where their inhibitions disappeared.

When they had eyes only for each other, when society begged for something else.

Four months since they made love.

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Serena wiped the jam away from Rini's lips, while at the same time trying to finish her coffee.

"Darien, are you ready?" she yelled, cleaning up the table with Rini propped on her hip.

"Yes. Let's go with daddy," he cooed as he scooped their daughter from Serena's arms.

With one last sip, Serena shrugged on her jacket and scarf; she reached for her purse from the counter.

"Bye, my darlings," she said, kissing Darien and Rini on their cheeks.

"Bye mummy," Darien said, waving Rini's tiny hand at Serena.

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Serena breathed in the cold air; the chill brought her back to reality.

She sat in her car, making no move to start the engine.

Everything was quiet; people solemnly went on with their business, kids toddled to school with their moms holding their small hands.

It was the snow. The snow made everything weird.

It was freaking her out.

Made her think.

Was she in love?

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It was the moon. It had to be the moon. What else could be playing games on her mind?

Rubbing away the sleep from her eyes, Serena concentrated, through the darkness of her office, on the shape sauntering towards her.

A dark figure.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered when she finally recognized the person standing in front of her.

Serena was still sitting; she was afraid to make any move.

"I had to come," he answered, leaning down, kissing her on the mouth.

She pulled away.

"No. I can't," she pleaded, her eyes begging.

He laid a finger on her protesting lips, silencing her.

Everything went in a dizzy whirl as she found herself naked, lying atop her desk; papers brushed to the floor.

She was trembling; she didn't know what to do. Her mind screamed for her to come to her senses and stop it; her heart soothed that it was a need. She needed this. Yes, her body was yearning for this. For him.

Standing before her open legs, he kissed her starting from her ankles and going lower. By the time he reached her thighs, he coaxed her to relax with his hand on her mound.

Serena wanted to say something. But her mouth found no words.

Curling his tongue around her clit, he began to drink her. Serena gripped the sides of her desk and moaned. She had forgotten just how good he was with his mouth.

Inserting a finger, he drove his strong tongue even deeper, touching a place she had forgotten was there.

With her hands on his head, she pushed him closer to her center, pressing him to do more than he ever had.

Taking out his finger, he placed both hands on her pelvic, on either side of his face, and massaged it.

She rested her legs on his shoulders and waited out the tremors running through her shaking body.

With a heaving chest, Serena let out a loud groan.

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He kissed her goodbye and left.

Serena was left with unanswered emotions.

Was it love or lust?

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She drove home with a heavy heart. And the massive amount of work that had been piled on her desk didn't help matters.

All day, she avoided Darien; turning a corner every time she spotted his dark hair, his sensual voice wafted through the halls.

And as she stood outside, snow covering the condo, Serena didn't know what to do.

Her doubts were all-consuming. Her mind was on overload with the decision she had to make.

Was she in love?

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Rini was asleep in Darien's arms in front of the TV when she finally went inside. Everything was quiet, save for the barely audible TV. It was dark but Serena made it to her room without making a sound.

"A nice, hot shower, that's what I need," Serena sighed to herself, rubbing her neck in a grimace.

And the time she was dressed in a pair of shorts and a thin long sleeve, Serena went to the living to put Rini to bed.

Darien was lightly snoring, his face cuddled next to Rini's. Her tiny hands were curled around his shirt, securely.

She smiled, picking up the lightweight baby and taking her to the nursery.

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He felt her the second she came home. Must have been all those years together; for how else could he sense her body in the condo?

He felt Rini being taken from his arms; her scent was so overwhelming, it's a surprise he didn't take her.

By the time he was alone; Darien stood up and followed her.

He found her peering down at Rini, sleeping soundlessly in her crib.

"Tired?" he whispered to her ear.

She jumped a little and turned to face him.

Her brows burrowed deep in thought, her eyes still watching him.

"You shouldn't have come by," her voice so low, it was a wonder he heard her.

"I had to," he murmured, dropping his face until their cheeks rested side by side.

"Darien…" she stopped saying anything else, just pulled away from him.

He stared at her in bewilderment.

She walked out the room. He heard her door close.

His blood boiled with anger; he stalked after her.

Slamming the door open, he burst in, finding her combing her hair.

"Why do you keep doing this?" he yelled at her.

"Don't raise your voice, you'll wake Rini," she demanded. He closed the door.

She walked farther away from him, as if she were afraid.

"Are you going to answer my question?" he thundered.

"I can't when I don't know what you mean by it."

"You know what I mean. Every time we get close, every time you feel something for me, you pull away," he growled at her.

"We're divorced, Darien! Of course I'll always have feelings for you. But we can't keep going on like this," she reasoned, shaking her head at him.

He went up to her, holding her arms roughly.

"No, this is different. I see something else in your eyes. I saw it that night after the party, this morning in your office," he brought his face close.

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Her heart was pounding against her ribcage, scaring the fuck out of her.

And his face, it was oh so close, she could feel his hot breath on her lips.

"Darien?" she asked, trembling.

"Let me finish! Whenever you feel a bit of emotion for me, you clam up tighter than a fucking-"

"Shut up, Darien!" she shouted. Serena tried to squirm her way from his tight grasp but it was useless; the man had the arms of a roman god.

"I don't care if you can see something in me eyes, or the way I talk. It doesn't matter. We're over, done with. Why else would we divorce? I can't keep having this kind of relationship with you; it's not healthy, especially for Rini. So it's better if we stop now, and save ourselves the pain!"

Serena was breathing hard now; her little speech took a lot out of her. It was a wonder she didn't faint of exhaustion.

Though the thought of sinking into her bed was enticing.

Darien stepped away from her, his eyes glazed with hurt.

"So I guess it doesn't matter that I love you?" he sighed, his face turning white with regret.

Serena didn't know what to say. To say that it shocked her would be an understatement. This whole time, she thought it was just her falling back in love with him.

His downcast eyes kept Serena's from seeing the twinge of a tear evident on his face.

"I, I don't…"

He snapped his head back up, his angry eyes boring into her frightened face.

Serena stepped back a little; the back of her knees touched the edge of her bed.

"I don't wanna hear your fucking bullshit!" she started to get scared.

"Darien…" she whispered in fear, raising her hands up, as if to fend him off.

"I gave you everything. Gave you six years of my life, then a couple more after that. Took care of our baby, protected you against scum like Nathan, and gave you the best sex you ever had between your thighs!" he threw up his hands in exasperation.

"There's no need to be crude," she spoke up boldly.

"Oh, I think I have every right. What, does it make you flustered when a word like dick reaches your 'virginal' ears?" he was mocking her, advancing with menace in his eyes.

"Darien, leave me alone!" she closed her ears with her fingers, humming to herself.

She didn't want to hear him, didn't want to hear hurtful words he was shooting at her.

"You're gonna listen to what I have to say!" he pulled away her hands from her face forcefully; he still held her wrists painfully. She winced.

"Don't touch me!"

"Oh, that's a deep contrast to what you usually say to me, you know, in the throes of passion," he smirked, pushing her abruptly on her bed. She scrambled away from him, but he held down her legs to the bed.

"Darien, stop fucking around!" Serena shrieked her anger building.

"Nice choice of words," he retorted.

She growled at him in frustration, but it wavered a bit, just a bit, as he hovered over her with predatory-like eyes.

"Darien, no-" but he crashed his lips down on her protesting ones.

It was like white-hot; a burning sensation rippling through her in one fell sweep. Her erratic hands pushed at his stone-like shoulders while his groped her abdomen under her shirt.

Serena caught her breath when he moved down to her body, kissing every bared skin. Oh, how she wanted him right now!

All the lust, all the need she had gathering inside her was just screaming to be released. But, it was all confusing. She didn't know if she really wanted Darien, if loving him was the right thing for her; and for Rini.

He grabbed hold of her waistband and pulled it down, past her feet and onto the floor.

Then followed her panties. So simple, so chaste, that it actually turned him on even more; Serena could tell, by the growing bulge in his pants.

He gave her a stern glare, daring her to stop him; his hands were on her breasts, rubbing hard.

She didn't want to say no.

He returned to what he was doing; stripping her of the only barrier between him and the object of his lust.

Serena was shaking now; thoughts ran wild as she pulled his arms up, slipping off his shirt.

He didn't say anything; just continued to take off her sports bra, her nipples poking through.

The erect nubs fascinated him. Serena watched in anticipation as he pulled one with his strong mouth, biting it softly, yet sucking it like a parched man.

"Darien!" she moaned, pushing him against her, her hands holding his head.

When he was done with both mounds, he kneaded them rapidly. She was getting wet and Serena couldn't wait to have him inside her, pumping away.

With one lone finger, he teased her nether lips, as if he wanted to hear her beg.

"Tell me this is what you want!" he commanded in her ear, his harsh breath on her throat.

Serena stayed silent, waited as he worked her. She didn't want to give in just yet. Not yet.

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Darien knew what she was doing. It wasn't going to work.

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He quickened his motions; Serena's face twisted in pleasure as his finger ravaged her. God, just what she needed, another moment to bring her at the mercy of Darien. But God damn it was the boy good!

He could make Mary beg for it.

Serena tried to muffle her screams, biting her lips as three other fingers joined in, breaking her resolve.

"Ah Fuck! Alright, I want it!" she admitted, grabbing his face and kissing him with fervor. She felt him smile against her mouth before plunging his tongue down her throat, probing every patch of wet skin.

His freaking dick was poking her thigh, enough to make her grasp it and stroke it. Slowly.

"Serena…" he breathed, pressing into her hand with a deep sigh.

Darien placed his hands on her quivering hips and grinded them against his in an attempt to make her slick and wet.

Serena panted, her hand still around him, and her mouth sucking his bottom lip.

"Darien?" she whispered.

But he didn't hear her; he was too busy gnawing on her ear.

"Darien?" she whined this time.

"Hmm, what?" he answered impatiently.

She turned his head and looked at him.

He smiled and took out his fingers, replacing it with his willing tongue.

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And as Serena was arching her back in pleasure, Darien took it as the perfect time to take her.

He gazed in satisfaction as the woman under him moaned while biting her lip to stifle it.

"Don't wanna wake Rini," she said sheepishly, her eyes still glazed.

He smiled and kissed her mouth; his hands were on her hips, raising them up.

Without even thinking, he pushed his way in. Serena let out a gasp but that didn't stop him.

That moment when he had spotted her at that party, his loins had strained with need, a need he'd felt when they were still married, in their first year. The way that tight dresses outlined each of her luscious curves and hugged her breasts almost made Darien jump from his seat and tackle her.

When he saw her leave and go out to the balcony, he couldn't believe how fucking lucky he was. Here, at the moment in time, he had the chance to sate his craving for one blonde goddess.

Her scent was strongly inviting as he inched closer to her, it was literally killing him to actually wait those minutes.

And when they finally went home and fucked each others brains off, Darien couldn't wait for more.

Then came the emotions; typical Serena. She was always mucking everything up with her fucking feelings. Why couldn't she let thins happen and wait and see where the chips fall?

He couldn't blame her for that. He loved the girl, emotions and all.

After the screaming battle they had, he was rethinking everything. The no-strings sex was great, but he really wanted something more, especially now that they made a baby together. What else would they need to convince them that they belong together?

Serena huffed something, bringing him back to reality.

As he towered over her, ripping her to shreds with pleasure, Serena scratched him back raw, screaming.

"More!" she screeched, thrusting forward her hips to meet him whole.

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Serena wanted to feel every part of him inside her; wanted to feel his heat filling her.

She was gasping for air now as he pounded into her crazily, his hands holding on to her hips as if to steady him.

Their skin grazed each other, creating a hot and sweaty friction. She could see him slowing down and she couldn't handle that.

"Let me," she pronounced, flipping him to his back.

Planting her hands splayed out on his chest, Serena heaved herself until she got the hang of things. She was close and so was he.

The walls were closing in on her, all she could hear was their breathing; it was so loud.

Sweaty poured down their bodies as she hit his hips with her own in sexual frustration. Oh God, she needed this!

He lifted his palms and cupped her bouncing breasts, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs.

She caught his eyes and they stayed that way, not breaking contact.

He saw the lust burning in her eyes and pushed down his hands until they were on her hips.

Like a madman, he thrust her forward, helping her ride him. Up and down he moved her hips, reaching their peak just as their strength was withering away.

"Oh God!" she cried, her clit pumping with blood as she came.

Serena, in her tired state, did a hard jerk and Darien came. He pulled her down until she was resting on his chest, her arms at his sides. He was still inside her.

"What were we fighting about?" Serena asked breathlessly, blowing a stray hair from her face.

"Um…economics?"

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Srry if I made it a bit emotional at da beginning. I'm in sad mood since I'm graduating next week and well….u know how it is.

Dis chappy is dedicated to those who have unfinished business. Like for instance, for ppl who are graduating like me, do wat it is dat you've wanted to do since the beginning.

I don't care if it's kissing ur crush or mooning and/or flashing some fucker. Even if it's one last crazy hurrah before reality sets in, DO. IT. FAST.

Though I might be a pussy, I'm gonna try and listen to my own advice.

"Kill someone, if need be, but don't live thinking about what might have been."