First off, I AM a *CHRISTIAN*, second off, I raised the ratings, cuz I
don't usually pay attention to that anyways... Third off, WHO CARES? I said
Damn ONCE in the last chapter.... HELLO! Anyways, thank you for reviewing, I
don't mean to alienate you, just telling you that I raised the rating, so
in the future watch out with what your reading. I didn't think any of it
was that bad... *pout*
Chapter 2- I can't think
A couple of hours later Serena was wearing a pair of shorts and a pullover tee shirt. She was standing on the opposite side of a counter than Darien. He was wearing exactly the same thing, just in clothes that fit him. They were teasing each other with words and they changing from casual teasing to pretending to lean in and kiss each other, then pulling away.
A blinking light caught Darien's eye. "Hey, we have a message." He hit the button and the message played.
"SERENA!" A male voice drawled loudly. "I know your there, come on doll, pick up the phone." He chuckled. "You are probably so in-tuned with your project that you didn't recognize the phone's ring. That probably explains why when I was over earlier that you didn't answer, I bet you couldn't even hear the door." There was a sigh on the other side of the line. "You also forgot to unlock the door, or that husband of yours locked it after he left and you believed it was unlocked. Ok, but I was in the neighborhood, better not tell you the reason now. Except I stopped by to tell you I couldn't help you with lighting today, the next possible time I'll be able to help you is on Wednesday. I'll talk to you shortly; give me a call when you get this, though I bet it'll be Tuesday evening when I get a call. Bye doll." He hung up.
"Chad's got you down pat already doll." He leaned forward. "Want to prove him wrong and call him now, my little creative artist?"
"I do not know why he calls me doll." Serena pouted. "Also I think it would be better if I really didn't call him back until Tuesday evening, I think that was not only a comment on me being an artist and being generalization that way on all artists, but also a hidden message, I'm not exactly sure what he wants to tell me though."
"Sweetheart, when is Ramsey coming? And what pray tell are we doing with him?" He kissed her nose.
"He's coming in..." She strained to see the clock. "In an half hour. We're going on a double date."
"That's special, at least we have an half hour." Darien leaned in and kissed her nose. "What oh what can we do?" He said playfully.
"Take a shower!" Serena laughed and pushed at him. "You stink, and you have short hair, so it'll dry faster then mine."
"If I stink so much, you didn't complain earlier, when you were much, much closer." Darien started to come around the other side of the counter.
"Well yes, but you stink now." She pouted.
"How about we share the shower, you can put one of those caps on so the color won't fade... Because I know that's really what you're worried about." Darien pulled her to him and leaned down to capture her lips in his.
"Ok." She stated simply.
"Ok?" He questioned slyly.
"Well yes, you make so much sense when you put your mind to it, how can I argue?" Serena smiled up at him, a quirk upon her lips.
- Half an hour later, they were out of the shower, dressed and about ready to go. Serena was putting the last touches of her make up on while multi- tasking, dealing with Darien yelling at her to hurry up so they could be home sooner, and placing her black pumps on. She called back, something about waiting a minute and not knowing why he was in such a hurry if he didn't want to see the guy.
Chapter 2- I can't think
A couple of hours later Serena was wearing a pair of shorts and a pullover tee shirt. She was standing on the opposite side of a counter than Darien. He was wearing exactly the same thing, just in clothes that fit him. They were teasing each other with words and they changing from casual teasing to pretending to lean in and kiss each other, then pulling away.
A blinking light caught Darien's eye. "Hey, we have a message." He hit the button and the message played.
"SERENA!" A male voice drawled loudly. "I know your there, come on doll, pick up the phone." He chuckled. "You are probably so in-tuned with your project that you didn't recognize the phone's ring. That probably explains why when I was over earlier that you didn't answer, I bet you couldn't even hear the door." There was a sigh on the other side of the line. "You also forgot to unlock the door, or that husband of yours locked it after he left and you believed it was unlocked. Ok, but I was in the neighborhood, better not tell you the reason now. Except I stopped by to tell you I couldn't help you with lighting today, the next possible time I'll be able to help you is on Wednesday. I'll talk to you shortly; give me a call when you get this, though I bet it'll be Tuesday evening when I get a call. Bye doll." He hung up.
"Chad's got you down pat already doll." He leaned forward. "Want to prove him wrong and call him now, my little creative artist?"
"I do not know why he calls me doll." Serena pouted. "Also I think it would be better if I really didn't call him back until Tuesday evening, I think that was not only a comment on me being an artist and being generalization that way on all artists, but also a hidden message, I'm not exactly sure what he wants to tell me though."
"Sweetheart, when is Ramsey coming? And what pray tell are we doing with him?" He kissed her nose.
"He's coming in..." She strained to see the clock. "In an half hour. We're going on a double date."
"That's special, at least we have an half hour." Darien leaned in and kissed her nose. "What oh what can we do?" He said playfully.
"Take a shower!" Serena laughed and pushed at him. "You stink, and you have short hair, so it'll dry faster then mine."
"If I stink so much, you didn't complain earlier, when you were much, much closer." Darien started to come around the other side of the counter.
"Well yes, but you stink now." She pouted.
"How about we share the shower, you can put one of those caps on so the color won't fade... Because I know that's really what you're worried about." Darien pulled her to him and leaned down to capture her lips in his.
"Ok." She stated simply.
"Ok?" He questioned slyly.
"Well yes, you make so much sense when you put your mind to it, how can I argue?" Serena smiled up at him, a quirk upon her lips.
- Half an hour later, they were out of the shower, dressed and about ready to go. Serena was putting the last touches of her make up on while multi- tasking, dealing with Darien yelling at her to hurry up so they could be home sooner, and placing her black pumps on. She called back, something about waiting a minute and not knowing why he was in such a hurry if he didn't want to see the guy.