Shady Business by Silver MoonAngel @ AI and ASMR
Carley MoonAngel @ FF.Net
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STANDARD DISCLAIMER APPLIES
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AN: This is the second, EDITED, version of Shady Business. I'm
still going to be writing the first version we all know and love
(well, at least I do) and taking suggestions to revise it and create
this one!
Also, some new elements are going to be introduced, but it will only
prove to enhance it (I hope).
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Chapter Six - New Beginnings
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Darien paced outside her door. She had been locked in there
for nearly a week; opening her door only for meals. Darien was
tearing his hair out. Had it never occurred to her that her absence
was a form of torture for him? He was so close to breaking down her
door and making her admit...what? That they shared some sort of
connection even he wouldn't admit? Darien ran a hand through his
hair as he stared at her door, contemplating what it was he wanted
her to admit.
Serena sat at the vanity in her room. She had listened to
Darien pace back and forth for the past week, and she was starting
to get sick of it. She had been mentally coaching herself that it
would be a good thing when she was finally able to leave this place
virtually whole, only to realize that her thoughts invariably
returned to Darien. He had been the only man she had let touch her
after... She shook her head and whispered, "Get the hell out of my
mind," to a cold and empty room.
She rose out of the chair and pressed her ear against the
door. She could hear him breathing heavily and every once and a
while soft curses would be uttered. She let a small tear fall, then
regained her composure. She didn't need to fall apart now. In
response to his soft pleas, she whispered, "Go away," praying that
he would hear her and take his leave.
Darien looked at the door. She was standing behind it, softly
urging him to go away. "Serena," he begged with tears in his voice,
"please let me in." He waited a few minutes in silence, which was
shattered, when he heard a soft, "No."
Serena didn't need him to come in. They would start kissing
and it would be over. Her wait would have been in vain and her
watch would have to start again. "Come back in a week."
From behind her, she heard a soft chuckle. She whirled around
to Darien. He stood with his back to the bookcase. He had dark
circles under his eyes and his skin had lost that healthy glow. He
said in a dark whisper, "I don't think I can wait that long."
She gasped at him. She didn't believe that she could have
reduced him to this. "I don't know how the hell you got in here,"
Serena narrowed her eyes at him, "but you had better remove
yourself. Now."
Darien shook his head at her. "I'm afraid I can't do that,"
he walked over and took her face into his hands, "I'm addicted to
you." Kissing her softly, he said, "I want you so bad, I think I'm
going to burst into flame."
Serena searched his eyes; there was a stark need there as well
as an underlying gentleness. No matter what happened, it was going
to happen; it was out of her hands now. Serena laced her arms
around his neck and deeply kissed him. She abandoned herself to her
senses and threw her problems down the tubes; this felt so right
that nothing could get in the way of it. She breathed, "Oh,
Darien," and became prey to the unrelenting force that had buried
itself inside her skin.
* * *
Serena lay lazily on the bed, stroking Darien's hair as he lay
on top of her. She must have had a goofy smile on her face, she
felt that happy. She forced him to look at her. "Are we going to
do anything besides have sex?"
Darien gazed into her eyes, drowning in their depths. She
wanted more; he almost jumped for joy. He stretched and said,
"Eventually." He studied her and asked, "Do you really want more?"
Serena felt her spirits lift. Maybe that week apart had done
them good. She idly kissed him, pouring out her nervous energy.
"Do you have a fireplace?"
Darien rolled to the side of the bed, pulling Serena on top of
him. "Of course," he chuckled. "What kind of man would I be if I
didn't have a fireplace?" He gathered her close and kissed the top
of her head. Letting his fingers wander around her back, he
whispered, "I've wanted this for a long time," so quietly that
Serena thought her mind had made it up.
Serena pulled away and sat up; she needed to ask him this now.
"Darien, what would happen if I became pregnant?" Seeing his blank
gaze, she added, "We didn't use protection either of the times we
did...this." She searched his face for an answer.
Darien was blown away. What would he do if she got pregnant?
He pulled her on top of him and traced lazy circles on her back. "I
guess I would help you take care of it." He looked up into her
face; "I would love to have a little girl that looked like you."
Tears gathered in Serena's eyes. She silently coached herself
not to cry. In a choked voice, she said, "I think I would like that
too." Serena got out of bed and threw a shirt and a pair of jeans
on. She grabbed a brush off her vanity and went about viciously
attacking her hair. A pair of warm hands took the brush out of her
hand and began using gentle strokes to untangle the mass.
Nipping Serena's ear, Darien said, "I guess this is my cue to
start getting dressed."
Serena said, with her back turned, "You should take that as a
yes."
Wondering what he had done now, Darien swiftly pulled his
clothes back on. He definitely needed to learn more about Serena
before they moved onto the next stage in their love lives.
* * *
Serena climbed the stairs after hiding out in the library all
day. It may have been the most craven thing to do, but after what
had happened this morning, she figured the library was the safest
place to be; he wouldn't ravish her in there with the possibility of
maids wandering in and out.
Out of the corner of her eye, Serena saw something red caught
in her door. Slowly opening the door, she grabbed the rose before
it fell on the floor. She sighed as she opened her door, rose
petals had been scattered everywhere, and there was a path of roses.
Dropping to pick up each one, Serena pulled up short when she
encountered a wall.
Darien stood on the other side, watching Serena puzzle over
the wall. The secret entrance to her room had been built in when
his father and mother were first married; the passage connected to
his room and various others. Darien slid back the panel and watched
her follow the path, being careful not to make his presence known.
Serena wandered down the hall, making sure to pick up each
rose, wanting to save and treasure them when she left. It had never
been her intent to fall for Darien, but it had happened all the same
and there was to be no turning back. She edged back a door and
stood in a room that had a fireplace in which the firelight played
on the black and red furnishings. In the middle of the bed,
surrounded by red roses, was a single white rose.
Darien came up from behind her and wrapped her in his arms.
Kissing her neck, he said, "These roses symbolize all the women in
my life. You are the white rose; the only one unique and beautiful
enough to catch my full attention." He stood there for several
moments, listening to the soft shuttering sighs that Serena uttered.
Serena turned around and gazed at Darien. Tears shone in her
eyes as she tried to analyze what it was he was doing. "Darien,
you..."
Darien put a finger to her lips. He didn't want her to say
something that they could both regret; he planned on living for
today and didn't want to move past that. He gathered her in his
arms and relished in the quiet silence of it all; most of all, he
relished in the feel of Serena, his Serena. Darien carried her over
to a chair and set her in his lap. He lifted her chin up and asked
her, "Tell me about your first love."
Serena looked at him wide-eyed. Tracing circles on his chest,
she said, "You get straight to the point, don't you?" Not waiting
for an answer, she told him, "My first love is a mystery man I met
when I was sixteen. The reason he's a mystery man is that I never
saw his face. I could have, mind you, by I didn't want to. I would
have broken it."
Darien sat back, drank in the details, and came to a few
conclusions. The first was that Serena loved him, or at least had
at one point. The second is that if he hadn't been such an ass and
left the first time, he wouldn't have had to buy her out and start
his little charade. Darien suddenly leaned down and kissed her,
cutting off whatever she had been saying about her 'mystery man.'
Serena leaned into the kiss. It was everything that the
previous ones weren't: sweet, gentle, and loving. There was no need
for raw emotion here. The passion from that morning had shattered
the physical barriers, whereas this single innocent, gentle kiss was
shattering and creating new emotional barriers. Who was to know
that they would be tested soon afterwards?
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I pretty much left this chapter alone when I edited it. I liked how
it was written the first time.
Send Q's or C's to: silver_moonangel@yahoo.com
Carley MoonAngel @ FF.Net
--------------------------------------------------------------------
STANDARD DISCLAIMER APPLIES
--------------------------------------------------------------------
AN: This is the second, EDITED, version of Shady Business. I'm
still going to be writing the first version we all know and love
(well, at least I do) and taking suggestions to revise it and create
this one!
Also, some new elements are going to be introduced, but it will only
prove to enhance it (I hope).
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Chapter Six - New Beginnings
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Darien paced outside her door. She had been locked in there
for nearly a week; opening her door only for meals. Darien was
tearing his hair out. Had it never occurred to her that her absence
was a form of torture for him? He was so close to breaking down her
door and making her admit...what? That they shared some sort of
connection even he wouldn't admit? Darien ran a hand through his
hair as he stared at her door, contemplating what it was he wanted
her to admit.
Serena sat at the vanity in her room. She had listened to
Darien pace back and forth for the past week, and she was starting
to get sick of it. She had been mentally coaching herself that it
would be a good thing when she was finally able to leave this place
virtually whole, only to realize that her thoughts invariably
returned to Darien. He had been the only man she had let touch her
after... She shook her head and whispered, "Get the hell out of my
mind," to a cold and empty room.
She rose out of the chair and pressed her ear against the
door. She could hear him breathing heavily and every once and a
while soft curses would be uttered. She let a small tear fall, then
regained her composure. She didn't need to fall apart now. In
response to his soft pleas, she whispered, "Go away," praying that
he would hear her and take his leave.
Darien looked at the door. She was standing behind it, softly
urging him to go away. "Serena," he begged with tears in his voice,
"please let me in." He waited a few minutes in silence, which was
shattered, when he heard a soft, "No."
Serena didn't need him to come in. They would start kissing
and it would be over. Her wait would have been in vain and her
watch would have to start again. "Come back in a week."
From behind her, she heard a soft chuckle. She whirled around
to Darien. He stood with his back to the bookcase. He had dark
circles under his eyes and his skin had lost that healthy glow. He
said in a dark whisper, "I don't think I can wait that long."
She gasped at him. She didn't believe that she could have
reduced him to this. "I don't know how the hell you got in here,"
Serena narrowed her eyes at him, "but you had better remove
yourself. Now."
Darien shook his head at her. "I'm afraid I can't do that,"
he walked over and took her face into his hands, "I'm addicted to
you." Kissing her softly, he said, "I want you so bad, I think I'm
going to burst into flame."
Serena searched his eyes; there was a stark need there as well
as an underlying gentleness. No matter what happened, it was going
to happen; it was out of her hands now. Serena laced her arms
around his neck and deeply kissed him. She abandoned herself to her
senses and threw her problems down the tubes; this felt so right
that nothing could get in the way of it. She breathed, "Oh,
Darien," and became prey to the unrelenting force that had buried
itself inside her skin.
* * *
Serena lay lazily on the bed, stroking Darien's hair as he lay
on top of her. She must have had a goofy smile on her face, she
felt that happy. She forced him to look at her. "Are we going to
do anything besides have sex?"
Darien gazed into her eyes, drowning in their depths. She
wanted more; he almost jumped for joy. He stretched and said,
"Eventually." He studied her and asked, "Do you really want more?"
Serena felt her spirits lift. Maybe that week apart had done
them good. She idly kissed him, pouring out her nervous energy.
"Do you have a fireplace?"
Darien rolled to the side of the bed, pulling Serena on top of
him. "Of course," he chuckled. "What kind of man would I be if I
didn't have a fireplace?" He gathered her close and kissed the top
of her head. Letting his fingers wander around her back, he
whispered, "I've wanted this for a long time," so quietly that
Serena thought her mind had made it up.
Serena pulled away and sat up; she needed to ask him this now.
"Darien, what would happen if I became pregnant?" Seeing his blank
gaze, she added, "We didn't use protection either of the times we
did...this." She searched his face for an answer.
Darien was blown away. What would he do if she got pregnant?
He pulled her on top of him and traced lazy circles on her back. "I
guess I would help you take care of it." He looked up into her
face; "I would love to have a little girl that looked like you."
Tears gathered in Serena's eyes. She silently coached herself
not to cry. In a choked voice, she said, "I think I would like that
too." Serena got out of bed and threw a shirt and a pair of jeans
on. She grabbed a brush off her vanity and went about viciously
attacking her hair. A pair of warm hands took the brush out of her
hand and began using gentle strokes to untangle the mass.
Nipping Serena's ear, Darien said, "I guess this is my cue to
start getting dressed."
Serena said, with her back turned, "You should take that as a
yes."
Wondering what he had done now, Darien swiftly pulled his
clothes back on. He definitely needed to learn more about Serena
before they moved onto the next stage in their love lives.
* * *
Serena climbed the stairs after hiding out in the library all
day. It may have been the most craven thing to do, but after what
had happened this morning, she figured the library was the safest
place to be; he wouldn't ravish her in there with the possibility of
maids wandering in and out.
Out of the corner of her eye, Serena saw something red caught
in her door. Slowly opening the door, she grabbed the rose before
it fell on the floor. She sighed as she opened her door, rose
petals had been scattered everywhere, and there was a path of roses.
Dropping to pick up each one, Serena pulled up short when she
encountered a wall.
Darien stood on the other side, watching Serena puzzle over
the wall. The secret entrance to her room had been built in when
his father and mother were first married; the passage connected to
his room and various others. Darien slid back the panel and watched
her follow the path, being careful not to make his presence known.
Serena wandered down the hall, making sure to pick up each
rose, wanting to save and treasure them when she left. It had never
been her intent to fall for Darien, but it had happened all the same
and there was to be no turning back. She edged back a door and
stood in a room that had a fireplace in which the firelight played
on the black and red furnishings. In the middle of the bed,
surrounded by red roses, was a single white rose.
Darien came up from behind her and wrapped her in his arms.
Kissing her neck, he said, "These roses symbolize all the women in
my life. You are the white rose; the only one unique and beautiful
enough to catch my full attention." He stood there for several
moments, listening to the soft shuttering sighs that Serena uttered.
Serena turned around and gazed at Darien. Tears shone in her
eyes as she tried to analyze what it was he was doing. "Darien,
you..."
Darien put a finger to her lips. He didn't want her to say
something that they could both regret; he planned on living for
today and didn't want to move past that. He gathered her in his
arms and relished in the quiet silence of it all; most of all, he
relished in the feel of Serena, his Serena. Darien carried her over
to a chair and set her in his lap. He lifted her chin up and asked
her, "Tell me about your first love."
Serena looked at him wide-eyed. Tracing circles on his chest,
she said, "You get straight to the point, don't you?" Not waiting
for an answer, she told him, "My first love is a mystery man I met
when I was sixteen. The reason he's a mystery man is that I never
saw his face. I could have, mind you, by I didn't want to. I would
have broken it."
Darien sat back, drank in the details, and came to a few
conclusions. The first was that Serena loved him, or at least had
at one point. The second is that if he hadn't been such an ass and
left the first time, he wouldn't have had to buy her out and start
his little charade. Darien suddenly leaned down and kissed her,
cutting off whatever she had been saying about her 'mystery man.'
Serena leaned into the kiss. It was everything that the
previous ones weren't: sweet, gentle, and loving. There was no need
for raw emotion here. The passion from that morning had shattered
the physical barriers, whereas this single innocent, gentle kiss was
shattering and creating new emotional barriers. Who was to know
that they would be tested soon afterwards?
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I pretty much left this chapter alone when I edited it. I liked how
it was written the first time.
Send Q's or C's to: silver_moonangel@yahoo.com