Umm… I have no idea about this bit… it's probably a bit much, or not enough. Let's just put it aside to "I've never written anything like this in my life" and forgive me for how wrong it might sound. Also! Let me re-state…

This story is rated R! Got that? And there are probably reason's for such a rating. Okay, now that's cleared up. I hope this bits semi-decent. But no matter what it was necessary.

"When Dawn Comes"

By Kimra

Part XVIII

Strong arm's gripped her, her waist in their possessive hold. Hot breaths brushing across her face as his warm lips drew away. She mumbled something, something incoherent and drew him back to her, relishing the feel of his slick lips as they made their way across her features, memorising the feel of his touch. Kiss's where planted across her jaw line, up past the edge of her eye and along her forehead. A quick peck on her nose, the edge of her lips, her eye lids as they fluttered shut, all the while avoiding her demanding lips. She tried to direct the heated kiss's to her lips, and his head moved, lowering and skimming over them with the briefest of butterfly kiss, then went lower to her neck.

Her breath hitched as he closed his mouth over the edge of her neck, suckling her heated flesh, teasing it with his tongue and tormenting all her senses. Her fingers loosened in his hair a groan of frustration escaping her as she let her body relax in his hold. The arm about her waist held her close, grinding her against him, the arm behind her shoulder and neck, fingers buried at the base of her hair tilted her back. Dipping her so he could explore her neck without interruption.

Another groan as he teased her, his lips making their way down her collar bone, testing the limits of seduction before they where halted. But she made no movement to stop him, nothing in her body wanted him to stop. Her trembling limbs demanded he continue.

He straightened her without warning, his lips closing over hers hungrily, the intensity of the kiss stirring the lingering heat in her body. She pressed harder against him, feeling his excitement, feeling his longing. A groan escaped him as she arched in against him, and his tongue delved deeper in her awaiting mouth.

She gripped his shoulders, keeping the contact as close as possible as they moved back for air and returned, his hands moving across her back exploring her clothed figure.

She took the next step, reaching one hand down and sliding it up beneath his shirt wanting to know how he felt beneath her hands. Her hand travelled over tight muscles, and smooth skin, warm to the touch and she groaned at the feeling of it all.

And all restraint crumbled. He moved harshly pushing her up against the wall, raising her and sliding his leg between her own to keep her in place. Then his hands began to explore her front, slipping in under her pink top and pressing in under her bra massaging her breasts. She bit into her lip tightly at the feel of his hands, course but strangely soft. And his breath's came harsh against her neck, his hands pausing for a moment, his body firm against her own and she could feel the pulse of his need matching her own.

His grip came to her waist tightening and pain flashed through her body.

With a cry Serena jerk up, her eyes wide as they flicked about the silent night. Her body tense, her memory of pain acute but she couldn't feel it now, just the residue. Sharply she drew in breaths of air, her mind trying to catch up with the moment, trying to decipher what had just happened. A dream, a memory. She told herself sternly still trying to catch herself, but every noise made her jump. Heat pushed through her body, fighting with the pain and confusing her all the more. Her mind jumped back to bits and pieces of the memory, scared of the intensity of it.

"Serena?"

Serena let out a started cry, jumping from the temple steps and spinning on her left foot to stare down her opponent only to find Raye, watching her with concern.

"Oh Raye." Serena replied, trying to get her breathing to work properly, but the feeling that he was touching her, his fingers moving across her skin kept it erratic.

"Are…" Raye paused a frown pushing onto her expression. "Are you okay?" Came the careful question. It was funny, she couldn't remember Raye ever sounding so uncertain before. Serena thought about the dream she had just had and stared up at her friends violet eyes. She wondered fleetingly what he had done, what had hurt her so much, but her mind was to dishevelled to work. She couldn't remember any of her dreams being so elaborate before, and she was more offset then usual.

"I'm fine." Serena managed to snap, remembering her friend was waiting for a response. Raye frowned just a little more, her eyes sweeping over Serena quickly.

"You seem disturbed." Raye continued unperturbed by Serena's blatant rejection. Serena glared at her friend, trying to calm the trembling of her limbs, she was not in control here. Not even a little bit. What ever kept feeding her these dreams was having a good old time.

"I'm fine." Serena snapped once more, her back turning to the priestess. She was almost scared her friend would be able to see it on her. Would sense what it was that had thrown her so askew. She realised she couldn't be there, she was too frazzled to think clearly.

"Where are you going?" Raye's panicked voice demanded when Serena began down the temple stairs. The moon was much higher now, she noted when she paused to consider answering Raye. She didn't know where she was going, but her friend wouldn't just let her wonder about.

Serena grip her teeth, they would let her do what she wanted to. "I'm going for a walk." Serena snapped once more and continued her decent.

"If you need anything Serena, we're your friends, we'll be here for you." Raye called out softly.

Serena didn't respond, she continued walking knowing she was being watched, but refusing to acknowledge it. She waited until she was out of their sight before she allowed her shoulders to slump and her limbs to quiver as they had been begging to do.

Serena wasn't sure how long she had been walking when she entered the park. Nor did she really care, her body was still shaking, her mind still unfocused, and as if to try and confuse her further her mind had begun playing the dream on repeat for her. No she had never gotten that much detail, that much memory at once, and she could tie in a lot of the other snippets she had gotten to those few brief moments.

As she walked about the park she knew she couldn't go back to the temple until she had sorted this out. If she went back now she would probably just hear another conversation about her and all the oddity's in her behaviour of late. Besides, she was so unbalanced there was no telling what she would say just to stop the "are you okay?" questions she knew would be asked. And she couldn't go home either, because her parents weren't expecting her and she didn't want to disturb them. So she curled up on a park bench, watching the still lake and tried to figure out everything. And sleep stole her away for the second time that night.

He asked her something, something in a harsh tone that she tried to ignore. Her response was non-chalet, fear had peaked. Not fear of him, fear of herself, fear of betraying something.

His fingers curled around the edge of her shirt and went to lift it, sharply she stopped him, glaring at him fiercely. His eyes softened, his frown remained. Gently he released the shirt stepping back from her, his eyes shifting over her quickly, the excitement from only seconds before ignored as he watched her intently. She flushed for some reason and went to exit the door but he stopped her with a gentle hand.

He gave her one of those smiles she had seen before, a brief smile that set her body humming with curiosity, one of his honest smiles.

"Stay." He whispered and drew her into the lounge room, directing her to one of the sheets. She shifted uncomfortably on the plush couch, then let herself sink into it. He left the room, and she let her eyes travel over the expensive but Spartan apartment. She rested her back against the couch and automatically arched it away as pain flared. A groan, but this time of pain came from her and she surrendered to the evening.

He returned quickly, something in his hand. He said something else, something cold and sterile.

She stood up anger flushing through her body, mixing with the fear of discovery, a emphasised by the excitement from mere minutes ago. She didn't give him time to think, her hands sliding in under his shirt, feeling him tense beneath her touch. He moved back a step, her hands falling to his waist her smile playful.

And she released him. Before he could speak she took what he held and threw it across the room, letting it disappear into a corner before she faced him with triumph. He growled something low, that made her shiver and the next second he had her in his grip again, his lips searching for her own, his hands exploring. They skipped past her waist carefully, but explored the rest of it intently. His right hand slid in under her shirt unsnapping her bra, the other hand unhooking her skirt buttons and sliding the zip down.

Her body riled with the heat forgotten only momentarily, her hands fiercely unbuttoning his shirt as he drew her own off. It was a strangely co-ordinated mess of clothes as they where thrown about the room, every article giving more chance for contact and that contact being enjoyed. He picked her up letting the friction of skin on skin be enjoyed before his lips once more began to trail her body, this time not inhibited by clothes, or any other boundary's.

And she surrendered to his touch, wanting and willing to returned every caress as he drove her into ecstasy.

Serena's eyes opened languidly, her mind on reply and she realised something. Something that was both unexplainable and undeniable. She had wanted Darien, more then anything else, despite what ever her efforts where to deny it, she had wanted him and taken him. She rubbed her eyes fiercely, trying to remove the thought and jumped to her feet only to find she was shaking worse then before.

Her body wanted him again, the remnants of memory pushing her to want his touch a second time, wanting him to complete what her mind was not willing to let her remember yet. She cursed silently, staring up at the sky as she tried to decide. If she closed her eyes again, he would be there, she knew it with a certainty that hurt. If she allowed herself to dream he would be the focus of that dream.

She had done something wrong the other day, choosing to forget what she couldn't remember. She had hoped it would remove the memory's entirely, but it had been a childish hope and she hated that it was wrong. Life would have been simpler if forgetting had been an option.

Her eye's travelled the park around her, then moved across to the buildings overlooking it. And she made her decision, her feet taking her to an apartment she hadn't realised she knew the address for.

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