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"Anya, honey, Serena and I have something to tell you..." Darien looked at his daughter, who was looking out the window contently.
"Anya, honey, would you look at us please?" Darien placed his arm around Serena's waist. Serena began to tremble slightly, her smile falling with every passing second. 'She'll hate me, and papa. Oh, gods, why am I doing this?'
"Daddy, I'm watching the ground go by. Can't you tell me later?" Anya turned around for a second, then huffed and turned back to the window. Serena leaned into Darien and he asked once more, making his voice more commanding to tell Anya that now was not the time for games.
"Anya, we need to talk. Come on; let's go sit down." Darien lead Serena to the couch and sat down, pulling her next to him. Serena leaned in and he kissed her forehead, trying to ease her worries.
Anya sat in the chair in front of them, eyeing them with intense curiosity. 'Normally Daddy would bug me like this; something must be really wrong.'
"Anya. You like Serena, right?" Darien asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, Serena's great. Why?"
"Because you're about to spend a whole lot more time with her, and get to know her better. Can you guess why?"
"Nope. Daddy, just say it." Anya rolled her eyes at her father's simplicity. She knew he was trying to keep from saying something to her, and she didn't like it. Darien looked Serena in the eyes and opened his mouth to say it, but Serena beat him to it.
"Anya, I'm your mommy." Serena watched as the little girls face changed from annoyance to joy to confusion.
"But I thought I had no mommy, daddy? How come you never told me?" Anya's eyes flashed with anger at her father's choice to withhold something this important from her.
"Because I only found out that you did, honey. Remember a few days ago when Serena showed up? That's because she came to find you, and to tell you she loved you and she's your mommy." Darien hoped his daughter would cool her emotions long enough to adjust to this new information. Anya's face lit up, and she grinned widely at Serena, who's face was being bombarded with tears.
"Anya, I'm so sorry." She choked out between tears. "I... I just wanted to know you. But, I love you so much, and I don't ever want you to hate me..." Serena reminded herself that she was pleading with a five year old, but her feelings took over.
Anya, knowing only that someone was crying, stood up off the chair and walked over to Serena's limp form in an attempt to comfort her. Climbing up beside her, Anya wrapped her arms around Serena's shoulders and held her tight.
"Serena, I like that you're my mommy. You're so cool! You take me shopping, and you're nice to me. I don't want you to cry, either, because it makes you less pretty afterwards." Serena began to laugh and she pulled Anya onto her lap and into a tight hug. Turning her to face her, Serena smiled through her tear stained face.
"Well, I do look pretty funny after I cry, don't I? I'm glad you like me. I like you too." Serena smiled and looked over at Darien, who was extremely relieved not to have a crying and angry Anya on his hands. Pulling both girls into a hug, Darien could feel the love surrounding him. "But, how to tell Serena that I love her?"
When the plane landed, both girls were laughing and giggling at jokes Anya learned at school. Darien couldn't help but laugh with them; it was like a contagious disease that they hadn't found a cure for.
When they walked into the airport, Serena stopped laughing abruptly. A tall man, looking to be about 45, stood with their luggage near the airport's doorway. He held up a sign with 'Moriarti' clearly written on it, and looked around patiently until his gaze settled on Serena's face.
"Serena! You're home! I got your luggage, honey. The limo is waiting outside. Everyone is so excited to see you." The man's gaze shifted down to Anya's confused face, and he smiled even wider. Kneeling, he motioned for Anya to come to him.
"Serena, she's very pretty. She'll turn out just like you! Is your name Anya? I'm Paolo, Serena's uncle." He stretched out his hand for her to shake it but Anya hid behind Darien's legs.
"Honey, it's ok. He's a very nice man. He won't hurt you." Darien said calmly, and he took Paolo's hand in his own. "Hi, I'm Darien Shields, Anya's father. It's nice to meet you."
Anya took her father's lead and stepped out from behind, still staring at the floor in nervousness. "I'm Anya."
Paolo smiled again and the stood up to embrace Serena. She hugged him back and let go, walking over to Darien and hugging him.
"Don't worry, Darien, I'm still yours." She said, noticing the frown that had appeared on his face.
"Oh, well, that's a good thing." Darien laughed and hugged her tightly to his chest. Letting go, he picked up his suitcase and extended the handle, pulling it behind him. "Serena, not to interrupt this, but don't we have to go see your father?"
"Oh, yeah, right. Ok, come on. Paolo, could you pull Anya's suitcase?" Serena pulled her suitcase out and began to walk out of the airport and into the fresh air. Darien, Anya and Paolo followed her, and as soon as all the luggage was in the trunk they settled in for the short ride to the hospital.
"Moriarti, Massimo. Yes, I'm his daughter. We need to see him." Serena asked anxiously. The lady at the front desk smiled and typed into her computer Massimo's name, searching for his room number. With a shake of her short red hair she pointed down a hallway.
"Mr. Moriarti is just down the hall, in room 110. Visiting hours will be over in one hour and twenty minutes, signora." The lady dismissed Serena with a wave of her hand and beckoned the people behind her to step forward.
"Come on, Anya, hold my hand. Are you ready to meet your granddad?" Serena looked down at Anya's tiny face, which held a smile upon its rosy cheeks. With a small nod of her head she answered and began to pull Serena behind her. Darien and Paolo followed closely behind and waited for Serena to enter the room first.
Massimo lay on the bed, slightly propped up with a mound of pillows. His wrinkled face lit up at the sight of his daughter, and she ran to his open, waiting arms.
"Papa! I missed you so much, papa. I've brought some friends, I hope you don't mind." Serena hugged her father tightly and her company took this as a hint to come in.
"Papa, this is Darien and Anya." She stated, pointing to each one in turn. "I brought them because I thought you deserved to meet your granddaughter and her father."
Massimo began to cry tears of joy as Anya walked up beside the bed and placed her hand on his. She smiled widely and stared up at Massimo with a childish curiosity in her eyes.
"Don't cry, I won't hurt you." Anya said, her childish naivety shining through, causing Massimo to laugh out loud.
"I'm crying because you're so pretty, inamorato. I'm crying because I love you so much." Anya grinned from ear to ear and climbed up to sit on her granddad's lap. He pulled her into a tight hug and whispered to her how much he loved her, and that he'd never let go. When he finally did, Darien was there with his hand outstretched, waiting to shake the hand of the man that had given him the two most precious things in his life.
"Mr. Moriarti,..." Darien was sharply cut off by Massimo's hand.
"Darien, call me Massimo. We are family, maybe in more ways than one, eh?" Massimo winked and only Darien caught this, his eyes lighting up in response.
"I hope so, Massimo. I want to thank you for Anya and Serena. They're both very special to me and without you, I'd have neither." Darien shook Massimo's hand and was pulled into a hug by the older gentleman.
"My boy, I only hope you can take care of two Moriartis. I found one to be quite tough, surely two is worse! But, I think, Serena is quite taken with the man whole stole her daughter's heart. I doubt she'd fall for anyone that couldn't love her daughter."
"I very much love Anya, Massimo, and I hope they both know that."
"I know they do. Paolo and I have been talking. We would like for you to stay at our home while you are in Italy. You know, to get a real feel for Anya's heritage, and all that she will one day inherit." Massimo hoped Darien would accept his offer and stay at the house; he knew that this would give Serena and Darien's relationship a better chance of lasting.
"I would love that! I think Anya would benefit from being in a quiet Italian house instead of our penthouse at home. She never gets to be outside because I'm too busy working. Now I can just focus on our relationship and making her happy."
"Oh, but what about Serena?"
"I think Serena and I are happy now. I mean, of course I would like it to be more, well, formal, but I don't know how to do that. Just before we left, actually, I'd asked her to move in with me. I suppose now, though, she's turned the tables on me."
"Women always turn the tables on men, it's in their nature." Massimo and Darien both laughed aloud and caught Serena's attention. She rose from her seat and walked over to the two men, placing her hand on Darien's waist.
"What are you two laughing about? I hope you aren't telling Darien stories of me, papa!" Serena laughed too and Darien pulled her closer with his hand around her waist, planting a soft kiss on her lips before Massimo answered her questions.
"Serena, of course not. Actually, we were discussing your living arrangements while you're in Italy. You'll be living in our house with Darien and Anya, and I'll be in the home next door. You know the old nursing one? Well, I've bought it for while I'm sick, then I'm going to update all the equipment and turn it into a nursing home."
"That's great, papa! But, sorry to say, visiting hours are over. Darien, Paolo took Anya to the limo and they're waiting for us." Serena bent down and kissed her father's forehead. "Bye, papa, I love you. Oh, and Anya asked me to give this to you." She brought out a small card, hand drawn in crayon. On the cover were a few balloons and in side there was a small message.
'I love you, grandpa. I hope you get better soon, I don't want you leaving me.'
Massimo's eyes filled with tears as he read the little girls message. Serena and Darien hugged Massimo and left, escorted by a nurse. Walking through the hallway, neither Darien nor Serena could find words to describe the last few moments of their meeting with Massimo.
When they climbed into the limo, Serena hugged Anya and told her how happy her card made Massimo. Darien hugged Anya and held her to his chest, hoping he'd never have to let her grow up. It was a short, thirty minute drive to Moriarti Mansion, known to Italians as Castello di Moriarti. It was a huge home, with a large green lawn sprawling out in front of it. Huge windows dotted the old building's face, which let light into the rooms and onto the antique furniture in many of the rooms. A soft glow from the moon flowed over everything in sight, casting long shadows from the trees and illuminating the grounds magically. Lights flickered on in the windows, showing that there were people in the house.
Two servants came out and picked up the luggage, bring it up to the house before the company arrived. Serena and Darien walked hand in hand up the old cobblestone driveway, Darien whispering to Serena how much he loved her and the house. Paolo carried Anya's sleeping form into the house and brought her up to her room, laying her gently down upon her bed. Picking up a few blankets from the nearby chair, he laid them across her body and left the room, closing her door halfway.
"Serena, this house is so beautiful. Did you grow up here?" Darien wrapped his arm around Serena's waist as they walked up the long spiral staircase and onto the second floor. Serena smiled in memory as she answered.
"Yes, I did. This house was everything to me; my friends and I used to play in the pool on hot summer days. We always had massive sleepovers here, too... my father loved to fill the house with my friends. He said he loved to hear our voices laughing and filling the rooms; he said it would keep him healthier longer to have our youth around him. I believe it, too; when he was sick we always had huge parties with all my friends, and he would sit and watch from his bedside window. He always got better if we were around, and making lots of noise." Serena turned and walked into a large room, guiding Darien in behind her.
The walls were painted in a pale cream color, and the windows were framed with dark mahogany wood. Crimson drapes hung on either side of the massive windows, held back by silver clasps. The large, mahogany four poster bed was dressed in a crimson duvet, with black sheets and pillows. Black curtains were tied to the posters with silver cord, and white rose pedals were scattered on top of the bed.
"Laughter always was the best medicine." Darien smirked when he saw the bed, and pictures began to form in his mind. "Well, Serena, do you entertain much in here?" With a wink, he pulled Serena closer to him and she looked up into his midnight blue eyes.
"Oh, no, not really. I always had a gothic flare, and this was where I could truly fulfill my design needs." She winked and leaned in for a kiss, only to feel his fingers begin to tickle her waist. Laughing, she twisted and turned in Darien's grasp, but she could not escape the torture Darien was putting her through.
"Darien, stop! Please! Stop!" She gasped out amid fits of laughter. His hands stopped moving and he looked at her with his eyebrow raised.
"Serena, I love it when you beg, but you aren't begging for the right thing!" He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, then carried her over to the bed and laid her down. He leaned in and before he got to kiss her, Serena's hands shot out and tickled Darien hard in the ribs. He laughed loudly and growled in response, trying to fake being angry.
"Oh, so you want to play dirty, do you?" Darien's fingers danced upon Serena's skin, finding all her sensitive places. After tickling her until she could hardly breathe, he kissed her neck and felt her arch up against him.
"Darien," she panted, "let's go get changed. There's something I want to show you." Serena slid off the bed through Darien's spread legs and pinched his butt before stalking off. Her chest of drawers was still here, and her clothing that she couldn't take to America was still folded neatly inside. Darien walked out of the room and into his own, finding his suitcase placed beside the bed unopened.
Serena reached inside the top drawer and pulled out a red lace teddy and matching lace boy shorts; she grinned as she set the down on top of the chest of drawers and closed the drawer. Stripping down to nothing, she put on the teddy and underwear and walked over to the bed, hoping Darien would hurry up and get dressed.
Darien opened his suitcase and pulled out his black silk boxers, laying them on the bed beside him. He shed his clothes in a hurry and slipped on the boxers artfully, then walked out into Serena's room to see her lying on her bed seductively.
"Miss Moriarti, I do believe you are trying to get me into your bed." Darien said with a wicked smile. He crawled onto the bed beside her and took in her voluptuous form. He traced circles along her hip and watched her reaction.
"Well, Mr. Shields, is it working?" Serena placed her hand on his waist and pulled him closer, and he cupped her bottom with his hand. He kissed her lips gently and held her close, reveling in the touch of her soft skin on his.
"Yes, Miss Moriarti, it is." Serena deepened the kiss and their tongues danced enthusiastically, each fighting for dominance, Serena eventually surrendering to Darien's powerful skills. He rolled on top of her, cupping her breast in his hands. Molding it, he flicked the nipple back and fourth between his fingers, delighting in her moans of euphoric pleasure.
She arched up against him, running her hands up his spine and into his dark, messy hair. His mouth slid down and kissed her neck, blowing softly on each kiss afterwards. She went limp with ecstasy, her eyes clouding over with lust.
"Darien, please," she pleaded, her need to be filled by Darien taking over her. "I need you."
Darien's heart raced as he heard her pleas, her fingers digging into his back with intense desire.
"We need to take our clothing off, first, sweetheart." He replied, and he sat up, pulling her with him. Reaching down to the hem of her teddy he began to pull it up and over her head, grinning as her full breasts were exposed to his roaming eyes.
Next came her shorts, which he slid agonizingly slow over her long, bronzed legs. She whimpered in need as she was exposed to the cool air around her. Darien's boxers came of in a moment, and Serena licked her lips in anticipation.
She opened her legs to Darien's throbbing member. He slid into her with ease, and she arched against him, Darien's lips catching hers in a long, passionate kiss. He thrust into her and she moaned loudly each time, making Darien growl in response. With every thrust his emotions raced, his skin becoming sensitive to her every touch, every caress, every brush of her fingers.
She could not hold on very long, drowning in an orgasm and diving blindly into a new world of romantic sensations. Darien came not long after her, releasing his seed into her with a newfound bliss, falling into an ambrosial world of delirious feelings.
They lay there spent on the bed, Darien's arms around Serena's waist and her eyes roaming over his glistening body. They closed their eyes and fell asleep together, not thinking of the consequences of their newfound love.
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"Anya, honey, Serena and I have something to tell you..." Darien looked at his daughter, who was looking out the window contently.
"Anya, honey, would you look at us please?" Darien placed his arm around Serena's waist. Serena began to tremble slightly, her smile falling with every passing second. 'She'll hate me, and papa. Oh, gods, why am I doing this?'
"Daddy, I'm watching the ground go by. Can't you tell me later?" Anya turned around for a second, then huffed and turned back to the window. Serena leaned into Darien and he asked once more, making his voice more commanding to tell Anya that now was not the time for games.
"Anya, we need to talk. Come on; let's go sit down." Darien lead Serena to the couch and sat down, pulling her next to him. Serena leaned in and he kissed her forehead, trying to ease her worries.
Anya sat in the chair in front of them, eyeing them with intense curiosity. 'Normally Daddy would bug me like this; something must be really wrong.'
"Anya. You like Serena, right?" Darien asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, Serena's great. Why?"
"Because you're about to spend a whole lot more time with her, and get to know her better. Can you guess why?"
"Nope. Daddy, just say it." Anya rolled her eyes at her father's simplicity. She knew he was trying to keep from saying something to her, and she didn't like it. Darien looked Serena in the eyes and opened his mouth to say it, but Serena beat him to it.
"Anya, I'm your mommy." Serena watched as the little girls face changed from annoyance to joy to confusion.
"But I thought I had no mommy, daddy? How come you never told me?" Anya's eyes flashed with anger at her father's choice to withhold something this important from her.
"Because I only found out that you did, honey. Remember a few days ago when Serena showed up? That's because she came to find you, and to tell you she loved you and she's your mommy." Darien hoped his daughter would cool her emotions long enough to adjust to this new information. Anya's face lit up, and she grinned widely at Serena, who's face was being bombarded with tears.
"Anya, I'm so sorry." She choked out between tears. "I... I just wanted to know you. But, I love you so much, and I don't ever want you to hate me..." Serena reminded herself that she was pleading with a five year old, but her feelings took over.
Anya, knowing only that someone was crying, stood up off the chair and walked over to Serena's limp form in an attempt to comfort her. Climbing up beside her, Anya wrapped her arms around Serena's shoulders and held her tight.
"Serena, I like that you're my mommy. You're so cool! You take me shopping, and you're nice to me. I don't want you to cry, either, because it makes you less pretty afterwards." Serena began to laugh and she pulled Anya onto her lap and into a tight hug. Turning her to face her, Serena smiled through her tear stained face.
"Well, I do look pretty funny after I cry, don't I? I'm glad you like me. I like you too." Serena smiled and looked over at Darien, who was extremely relieved not to have a crying and angry Anya on his hands. Pulling both girls into a hug, Darien could feel the love surrounding him. "But, how to tell Serena that I love her?"
When the plane landed, both girls were laughing and giggling at jokes Anya learned at school. Darien couldn't help but laugh with them; it was like a contagious disease that they hadn't found a cure for.
When they walked into the airport, Serena stopped laughing abruptly. A tall man, looking to be about 45, stood with their luggage near the airport's doorway. He held up a sign with 'Moriarti' clearly written on it, and looked around patiently until his gaze settled on Serena's face.
"Serena! You're home! I got your luggage, honey. The limo is waiting outside. Everyone is so excited to see you." The man's gaze shifted down to Anya's confused face, and he smiled even wider. Kneeling, he motioned for Anya to come to him.
"Serena, she's very pretty. She'll turn out just like you! Is your name Anya? I'm Paolo, Serena's uncle." He stretched out his hand for her to shake it but Anya hid behind Darien's legs.
"Honey, it's ok. He's a very nice man. He won't hurt you." Darien said calmly, and he took Paolo's hand in his own. "Hi, I'm Darien Shields, Anya's father. It's nice to meet you."
Anya took her father's lead and stepped out from behind, still staring at the floor in nervousness. "I'm Anya."
Paolo smiled again and the stood up to embrace Serena. She hugged him back and let go, walking over to Darien and hugging him.
"Don't worry, Darien, I'm still yours." She said, noticing the frown that had appeared on his face.
"Oh, well, that's a good thing." Darien laughed and hugged her tightly to his chest. Letting go, he picked up his suitcase and extended the handle, pulling it behind him. "Serena, not to interrupt this, but don't we have to go see your father?"
"Oh, yeah, right. Ok, come on. Paolo, could you pull Anya's suitcase?" Serena pulled her suitcase out and began to walk out of the airport and into the fresh air. Darien, Anya and Paolo followed her, and as soon as all the luggage was in the trunk they settled in for the short ride to the hospital.
"Moriarti, Massimo. Yes, I'm his daughter. We need to see him." Serena asked anxiously. The lady at the front desk smiled and typed into her computer Massimo's name, searching for his room number. With a shake of her short red hair she pointed down a hallway.
"Mr. Moriarti is just down the hall, in room 110. Visiting hours will be over in one hour and twenty minutes, signora." The lady dismissed Serena with a wave of her hand and beckoned the people behind her to step forward.
"Come on, Anya, hold my hand. Are you ready to meet your granddad?" Serena looked down at Anya's tiny face, which held a smile upon its rosy cheeks. With a small nod of her head she answered and began to pull Serena behind her. Darien and Paolo followed closely behind and waited for Serena to enter the room first.
Massimo lay on the bed, slightly propped up with a mound of pillows. His wrinkled face lit up at the sight of his daughter, and she ran to his open, waiting arms.
"Papa! I missed you so much, papa. I've brought some friends, I hope you don't mind." Serena hugged her father tightly and her company took this as a hint to come in.
"Papa, this is Darien and Anya." She stated, pointing to each one in turn. "I brought them because I thought you deserved to meet your granddaughter and her father."
Massimo began to cry tears of joy as Anya walked up beside the bed and placed her hand on his. She smiled widely and stared up at Massimo with a childish curiosity in her eyes.
"Don't cry, I won't hurt you." Anya said, her childish naivety shining through, causing Massimo to laugh out loud.
"I'm crying because you're so pretty, inamorato. I'm crying because I love you so much." Anya grinned from ear to ear and climbed up to sit on her granddad's lap. He pulled her into a tight hug and whispered to her how much he loved her, and that he'd never let go. When he finally did, Darien was there with his hand outstretched, waiting to shake the hand of the man that had given him the two most precious things in his life.
"Mr. Moriarti,..." Darien was sharply cut off by Massimo's hand.
"Darien, call me Massimo. We are family, maybe in more ways than one, eh?" Massimo winked and only Darien caught this, his eyes lighting up in response.
"I hope so, Massimo. I want to thank you for Anya and Serena. They're both very special to me and without you, I'd have neither." Darien shook Massimo's hand and was pulled into a hug by the older gentleman.
"My boy, I only hope you can take care of two Moriartis. I found one to be quite tough, surely two is worse! But, I think, Serena is quite taken with the man whole stole her daughter's heart. I doubt she'd fall for anyone that couldn't love her daughter."
"I very much love Anya, Massimo, and I hope they both know that."
"I know they do. Paolo and I have been talking. We would like for you to stay at our home while you are in Italy. You know, to get a real feel for Anya's heritage, and all that she will one day inherit." Massimo hoped Darien would accept his offer and stay at the house; he knew that this would give Serena and Darien's relationship a better chance of lasting.
"I would love that! I think Anya would benefit from being in a quiet Italian house instead of our penthouse at home. She never gets to be outside because I'm too busy working. Now I can just focus on our relationship and making her happy."
"Oh, but what about Serena?"
"I think Serena and I are happy now. I mean, of course I would like it to be more, well, formal, but I don't know how to do that. Just before we left, actually, I'd asked her to move in with me. I suppose now, though, she's turned the tables on me."
"Women always turn the tables on men, it's in their nature." Massimo and Darien both laughed aloud and caught Serena's attention. She rose from her seat and walked over to the two men, placing her hand on Darien's waist.
"What are you two laughing about? I hope you aren't telling Darien stories of me, papa!" Serena laughed too and Darien pulled her closer with his hand around her waist, planting a soft kiss on her lips before Massimo answered her questions.
"Serena, of course not. Actually, we were discussing your living arrangements while you're in Italy. You'll be living in our house with Darien and Anya, and I'll be in the home next door. You know the old nursing one? Well, I've bought it for while I'm sick, then I'm going to update all the equipment and turn it into a nursing home."
"That's great, papa! But, sorry to say, visiting hours are over. Darien, Paolo took Anya to the limo and they're waiting for us." Serena bent down and kissed her father's forehead. "Bye, papa, I love you. Oh, and Anya asked me to give this to you." She brought out a small card, hand drawn in crayon. On the cover were a few balloons and in side there was a small message.
'I love you, grandpa. I hope you get better soon, I don't want you leaving me.'
Massimo's eyes filled with tears as he read the little girls message. Serena and Darien hugged Massimo and left, escorted by a nurse. Walking through the hallway, neither Darien nor Serena could find words to describe the last few moments of their meeting with Massimo.
When they climbed into the limo, Serena hugged Anya and told her how happy her card made Massimo. Darien hugged Anya and held her to his chest, hoping he'd never have to let her grow up. It was a short, thirty minute drive to Moriarti Mansion, known to Italians as Castello di Moriarti. It was a huge home, with a large green lawn sprawling out in front of it. Huge windows dotted the old building's face, which let light into the rooms and onto the antique furniture in many of the rooms. A soft glow from the moon flowed over everything in sight, casting long shadows from the trees and illuminating the grounds magically. Lights flickered on in the windows, showing that there were people in the house.
Two servants came out and picked up the luggage, bring it up to the house before the company arrived. Serena and Darien walked hand in hand up the old cobblestone driveway, Darien whispering to Serena how much he loved her and the house. Paolo carried Anya's sleeping form into the house and brought her up to her room, laying her gently down upon her bed. Picking up a few blankets from the nearby chair, he laid them across her body and left the room, closing her door halfway.
"Serena, this house is so beautiful. Did you grow up here?" Darien wrapped his arm around Serena's waist as they walked up the long spiral staircase and onto the second floor. Serena smiled in memory as she answered.
"Yes, I did. This house was everything to me; my friends and I used to play in the pool on hot summer days. We always had massive sleepovers here, too... my father loved to fill the house with my friends. He said he loved to hear our voices laughing and filling the rooms; he said it would keep him healthier longer to have our youth around him. I believe it, too; when he was sick we always had huge parties with all my friends, and he would sit and watch from his bedside window. He always got better if we were around, and making lots of noise." Serena turned and walked into a large room, guiding Darien in behind her.
The walls were painted in a pale cream color, and the windows were framed with dark mahogany wood. Crimson drapes hung on either side of the massive windows, held back by silver clasps. The large, mahogany four poster bed was dressed in a crimson duvet, with black sheets and pillows. Black curtains were tied to the posters with silver cord, and white rose pedals were scattered on top of the bed.
"Laughter always was the best medicine." Darien smirked when he saw the bed, and pictures began to form in his mind. "Well, Serena, do you entertain much in here?" With a wink, he pulled Serena closer to him and she looked up into his midnight blue eyes.
"Oh, no, not really. I always had a gothic flare, and this was where I could truly fulfill my design needs." She winked and leaned in for a kiss, only to feel his fingers begin to tickle her waist. Laughing, she twisted and turned in Darien's grasp, but she could not escape the torture Darien was putting her through.
"Darien, stop! Please! Stop!" She gasped out amid fits of laughter. His hands stopped moving and he looked at her with his eyebrow raised.
"Serena, I love it when you beg, but you aren't begging for the right thing!" He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, then carried her over to the bed and laid her down. He leaned in and before he got to kiss her, Serena's hands shot out and tickled Darien hard in the ribs. He laughed loudly and growled in response, trying to fake being angry.
"Oh, so you want to play dirty, do you?" Darien's fingers danced upon Serena's skin, finding all her sensitive places. After tickling her until she could hardly breathe, he kissed her neck and felt her arch up against him.
"Darien," she panted, "let's go get changed. There's something I want to show you." Serena slid off the bed through Darien's spread legs and pinched his butt before stalking off. Her chest of drawers was still here, and her clothing that she couldn't take to America was still folded neatly inside. Darien walked out of the room and into his own, finding his suitcase placed beside the bed unopened.
Serena reached inside the top drawer and pulled out a red lace teddy and matching lace boy shorts; she grinned as she set the down on top of the chest of drawers and closed the drawer. Stripping down to nothing, she put on the teddy and underwear and walked over to the bed, hoping Darien would hurry up and get dressed.
Darien opened his suitcase and pulled out his black silk boxers, laying them on the bed beside him. He shed his clothes in a hurry and slipped on the boxers artfully, then walked out into Serena's room to see her lying on her bed seductively.
"Miss Moriarti, I do believe you are trying to get me into your bed." Darien said with a wicked smile. He crawled onto the bed beside her and took in her voluptuous form. He traced circles along her hip and watched her reaction.
"Well, Mr. Shields, is it working?" Serena placed her hand on his waist and pulled him closer, and he cupped her bottom with his hand. He kissed her lips gently and held her close, reveling in the touch of her soft skin on his.
"Yes, Miss Moriarti, it is." Serena deepened the kiss and their tongues danced enthusiastically, each fighting for dominance, Serena eventually surrendering to Darien's powerful skills. He rolled on top of her, cupping her breast in his hands. Molding it, he flicked the nipple back and fourth between his fingers, delighting in her moans of euphoric pleasure.
She arched up against him, running her hands up his spine and into his dark, messy hair. His mouth slid down and kissed her neck, blowing softly on each kiss afterwards. She went limp with ecstasy, her eyes clouding over with lust.
"Darien, please," she pleaded, her need to be filled by Darien taking over her. "I need you."
Darien's heart raced as he heard her pleas, her fingers digging into his back with intense desire.
"We need to take our clothing off, first, sweetheart." He replied, and he sat up, pulling her with him. Reaching down to the hem of her teddy he began to pull it up and over her head, grinning as her full breasts were exposed to his roaming eyes.
Next came her shorts, which he slid agonizingly slow over her long, bronzed legs. She whimpered in need as she was exposed to the cool air around her. Darien's boxers came of in a moment, and Serena licked her lips in anticipation.
She opened her legs to Darien's throbbing member. He slid into her with ease, and she arched against him, Darien's lips catching hers in a long, passionate kiss. He thrust into her and she moaned loudly each time, making Darien growl in response. With every thrust his emotions raced, his skin becoming sensitive to her every touch, every caress, every brush of her fingers.
She could not hold on very long, drowning in an orgasm and diving blindly into a new world of romantic sensations. Darien came not long after her, releasing his seed into her with a newfound bliss, falling into an ambrosial world of delirious feelings.
They lay there spent on the bed, Darien's arms around Serena's waist and her eyes roaming over his glistening body. They closed their eyes and fell asleep together, not thinking of the consequences of their newfound love.
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