Everlasting Love XIII
MarshAngel
Watsonma@hotmail.com
Serena found herself travelling in an uncomfortable silence with Darien to
Rachel's estate. She hoped the journey would be over soon. The silence between them
was far from comfortable. They'd already had their first argument of the day at the start
of their journey but beyond that there seemed to be little left to say. So Serena smoothed
the creases of her skirt, and stared out the window at the passing scenery.
"Will we be there soon?" She asked like a curious child.
Darien simply smiled at her. He'd spent the entire ride alternating between
glancing and outright staring at her when she wasn't looking. She was absolutely radiant.
Only when she gave him a questioning look did he realize she'd actually spoken.
"Is there something wrong," she asked, wondering just what he could possibly be
staring at. She wondered if he disapproved of her appearance and began to feel slightly
self-conscious.
"No, of course not," he replied brusquely. "We're almost there, it will be but a
few minutes."
"Why are you doing this?" Serena asked suddenly immediately regretting the
words even as they left her lips.
"Doing what exactly, Serena?"
"Marrying me. I'm sure you'd rather not be tied down to a wife now. I know men
like you would rather be out sowing your wild oats or whatever it is you men do. You
don't have to you know, my reputation is of no concern to you."
Darien was caught somewhere between smiling, frustration and anger. Of course
he wanted to marry her. Men like him? Why was she being so difficult? Did she really
dislike him that much? And what the hell did she mean her reputation was of no concern
to him?
"Did you come up with all that just now, or have you spent the past few days
coming up with that ridiculous statement? Where in the world did you get that nonsense
about sowing wild oats? Is that what your friend Manchester spends his time doing? Do
you even know what that means?
"That's an awful lot of questions you just asked. I'm sure your poor brain is
suffering overload from having to think them all up so fast," She said dryly. None of
them are worthy of an answer. Must you be so rude and inconsiderate every time you
open your mouth? Besides, what Nicholas does is of no concern of yours.
I was simply pointing out that my honor is of no concern to you. I should hope
you are under no duress to marry me. I assure you I can take care of myself and…"
"And just how were you going to take care of this matter? Your reputation is
completely ruined with no hopes of repair beyond marriage. Do you think after the
contributions I've made to your ruination that I'd simply leave you alone to fend for
yourself?"
"So I suppose I'm you responsibility? How wonderful for you! You must be
overjoyed at the opportunity to save the damsel in distress, the opportunity to be a knight
in shining armor!" Her face was red hot with anger, and her eyes were filling with tears
she had never wanted him to see.
She had never been more beautiful than she was now, her incensed face and
brilliant eyes were being monopolized by his eyes. For the second time since recognizing
his love for her, avoiding the true nature of his feelings and letting his other more basal
instincts take over as he stared in fascination at her pouty pink lips.
Before she could say another word she felt his warm hand reach up and caress her
cheek as he pulled her toward him for one of his oh so random and yet extremely
passionate kisses, and as usual she'd give in to him wholly. She felt guilty for doing so,
knowing all he felt was lust, not the same love she felt for him, but maybe it wasn't so
bad. Besides she enjoyed the taste of his lips much too much.
He kissed her more passionately pulling her closer to him until she was sitting on
his lap. He wanted to cover every inch of her body in kisses, but her clothes seemed to be
getting in the way. He groaned as she planted delicate kisses along his jaw line and neck.
She was bound to drive him mad.
Their passion was reaching new heights, as he began wrestling with the buttons on the
back of her gown. The carriage suddenly jerked throwing her off his lap and into the seat
across from them, he jerked forward, his face landing right into her cleavage. He looked
up from her milky breasts and grinned. I guess we're here. Remind me to pay the driver
extra for that smooth stop. Serena's face turned a bright red causing him to chuckle
lightly.
MarshAngel
Watsonma@hotmail.com
Serena found herself travelling in an uncomfortable silence with Darien to
Rachel's estate. She hoped the journey would be over soon. The silence between them
was far from comfortable. They'd already had their first argument of the day at the start
of their journey but beyond that there seemed to be little left to say. So Serena smoothed
the creases of her skirt, and stared out the window at the passing scenery.
"Will we be there soon?" She asked like a curious child.
Darien simply smiled at her. He'd spent the entire ride alternating between
glancing and outright staring at her when she wasn't looking. She was absolutely radiant.
Only when she gave him a questioning look did he realize she'd actually spoken.
"Is there something wrong," she asked, wondering just what he could possibly be
staring at. She wondered if he disapproved of her appearance and began to feel slightly
self-conscious.
"No, of course not," he replied brusquely. "We're almost there, it will be but a
few minutes."
"Why are you doing this?" Serena asked suddenly immediately regretting the
words even as they left her lips.
"Doing what exactly, Serena?"
"Marrying me. I'm sure you'd rather not be tied down to a wife now. I know men
like you would rather be out sowing your wild oats or whatever it is you men do. You
don't have to you know, my reputation is of no concern to you."
Darien was caught somewhere between smiling, frustration and anger. Of course
he wanted to marry her. Men like him? Why was she being so difficult? Did she really
dislike him that much? And what the hell did she mean her reputation was of no concern
to him?
"Did you come up with all that just now, or have you spent the past few days
coming up with that ridiculous statement? Where in the world did you get that nonsense
about sowing wild oats? Is that what your friend Manchester spends his time doing? Do
you even know what that means?
"That's an awful lot of questions you just asked. I'm sure your poor brain is
suffering overload from having to think them all up so fast," She said dryly. None of
them are worthy of an answer. Must you be so rude and inconsiderate every time you
open your mouth? Besides, what Nicholas does is of no concern of yours.
I was simply pointing out that my honor is of no concern to you. I should hope
you are under no duress to marry me. I assure you I can take care of myself and…"
"And just how were you going to take care of this matter? Your reputation is
completely ruined with no hopes of repair beyond marriage. Do you think after the
contributions I've made to your ruination that I'd simply leave you alone to fend for
yourself?"
"So I suppose I'm you responsibility? How wonderful for you! You must be
overjoyed at the opportunity to save the damsel in distress, the opportunity to be a knight
in shining armor!" Her face was red hot with anger, and her eyes were filling with tears
she had never wanted him to see.
She had never been more beautiful than she was now, her incensed face and
brilliant eyes were being monopolized by his eyes. For the second time since recognizing
his love for her, avoiding the true nature of his feelings and letting his other more basal
instincts take over as he stared in fascination at her pouty pink lips.
Before she could say another word she felt his warm hand reach up and caress her
cheek as he pulled her toward him for one of his oh so random and yet extremely
passionate kisses, and as usual she'd give in to him wholly. She felt guilty for doing so,
knowing all he felt was lust, not the same love she felt for him, but maybe it wasn't so
bad. Besides she enjoyed the taste of his lips much too much.
He kissed her more passionately pulling her closer to him until she was sitting on
his lap. He wanted to cover every inch of her body in kisses, but her clothes seemed to be
getting in the way. He groaned as she planted delicate kisses along his jaw line and neck.
She was bound to drive him mad.
Their passion was reaching new heights, as he began wrestling with the buttons on the
back of her gown. The carriage suddenly jerked throwing her off his lap and into the seat
across from them, he jerked forward, his face landing right into her cleavage. He looked
up from her milky breasts and grinned. I guess we're here. Remind me to pay the driver
extra for that smooth stop. Serena's face turned a bright red causing him to chuckle
lightly.