The Kiss of Enemies
Chapter 1: Drunken Checkers
Rated: R
Disclaimer: standard
Author: rain of silver stars
e-mail: moonsilverstaryahoo.com
appropriate music to listen to while reading this
"Not in Love" Enrique Iglesius feat Kelis
I shamefully admit to listening also to
"Milkshake" by Kelis and "Naughty Girl" by Beyonce
Whatever your party-girl-power music is, flip it
on!
Andrew's apartment had been thoroughly party-proofed
by the time people started arriving and Darien soon
found himself in the midst of loud music, drunken
laughter and general idiocy. He was not enjoying
himself. He hadn't enjoyed the last party either he
was now remembering. Hadn't that been the one with
the redhead. He shuddered. She had enjoyed the
drunken make-out session a little TOO much and persisted
in entirely sober flirtations with him on campus. Yuck.
He wandred around in total boredum until the girls arrived.
He watched Andrew--already a little tipsy--make his way over
to Mina with a very broad grin. Ah, Darien realized, Andrew's
entire motivation for HAVING this party.
That left Rei, Lita, Serena and a terrified looking Ami to
scatter in the midst. Rei and Lita headed to the "punch" table
where Rei spotted none other than..."Chad?!?!"
Indeed Chad was hanging out with his old band and looked equally
surprised to see her.
Lita, a tall girl with a short skirt, soon found herself in the
attentions of four or five drunken guys--much to her delight.
That left Serena and Ami--who clung to Serena like...he couldn't
even think of an accurate metaphor--perhaps he'd had too much to
drink.
He lost them for an hour or so after that before Serena suddenly
bumped into him by the stairs.
"Meatballhead." He smiled, a little disturbed by how glad he
was to see her--it was only because the party was SO boring
and she was SO amusing--he told himself, "Where's Ami?"
Serena rolled her eyes, "She RAN home about a half hour ago,
probably to study."
Darien nodded. Serena was holding a half-finished drink and
looking about with a sarcasm he had never seen in her before,
"This party sucks almost as much as kissing." She said dryly.
He chuckled, "Agreed--oh GOD!" He finished as he spotted none
other than the redhead! He had mere seconds before she spotted
him.
"Serena," He whispered, shocking her with the use of her ACTUAL
name, "I need to ask you a strange favour."
"Shoot." She said, following his rather terrified gaze to
an aggressive looking redhead. She chuckled, "One of your
past conquests back to haunt you?"
She did not see him stiffen at her accurate barb. Had he
been reduced to this? Begging his worst enemy to save him
from his own mess? Perhaps the 'other stuff' wasn't really worth
it....no...it was worth it.
"Will you just walk upstairs with me? If I can make it look like
I'm with someone else...maybe she'll go away."
Serena shot him a wry glance and looked about to say something when
he put on his best begging face, his eyes desperate, "Please? She's
already stalking me across campus!"
"Alright, alright. Not like I have anything BETTER to do!"
He looked so grateful she actually felt rather pleased with
herself. Hey, maybe this favour could give her leverage in
their next fight!
He put an arm around her and led her upstairs and she dutifully
giggled and swayed all the way. A glance back from the top
revealed the redhead watching them so Darien kept going into his
spareroom and shut the door.
Darien leaned against it warily, "We'll have to stay up here for
a bit, if you don't mind."
Serena bounced on the bed as she sat on it, "No problem, can't be
worse than trying to 'mingle' downstairs!"
He nodded, "Agreed."
"You're not enjoying the party either?" She asked with surprise, then
laughed, "Or is it just the redhead that's spoiled it for you?"
He conceded to a defeated smile, "No, although she makes it particularly
bad, it wasn't that great to start with."
"And now what irony," She teased, "Instead of being in your room with
some hot chick you're stuck with your worst enemy!" Then she seemed
to realize what she had said and shut her mouth abruptly looking very
embarassed.
He laughed though, which surprised her to no end. Darien laughed?
"You're a lot more amusing and besides, now we can BOTH avoid
kissing!" (It might be observed at this point Darien was feeling
a little free with words himself thanks to a hearty helping of punch)
He smiled and sat in the chair by the window, turning it to face her,
"Speaking of which, have you had any unpleasant encounters tonight?"
Serena rolled her eyes, "No. I didn't even bother. I give up."
"After only four tries?" He teased.
"And how many times have YOU tried?" She countered and his blush
left her feeling very depressed at her prospects.
She put her head in her hands, "Great. It's hopeless."
"That's not true." He soothed, feeling a little guilty at
depressing her, "You'll fall in love with someone and then
kissing will be great because you care about them."
She met his eyes, "Have you never kissed anyone you loved
before then?"
He looked startled and she could tell he hadn't expected her to
ask that question. At length he answered, "Once, I thought I
was..."
"But?" Serena added.
He looked away and she saw a flash of hurt touch his features
and felt an answering feeling so great she was a little overwhelmed.
"But, it still sucked and I caught her with another guy."
Serena winced, "That's awful." She waited until he looked up
before saying, "You didn't deserve that."
He smiled wryly, "You can say that with confidence to your enemy?"
"Hey, I don't wish bad stuff on you!"
He merely smiled a disbelieving smile at her. She sighed, "Fine,
sometimes I do, but not like that. I wish stuff like..." She smiled
wickedly, "A truck full of rotton tomatoes to burst open as you cross
behind it."
She seemed very pleased with this insult.
"Good one." He mocked, giving her a thumbs up.
"Augh!" She raged and threw herself back on the bed, "I can't
win with you!"
The music downstairs grew louder and they both turned to look at the
door.
"Do you think she's gone?" Serena asked.
Darien bit his lip and shrugged. It was a terribly adorable gesture
and Serena shook herself free at the thought, looking at her drink
in sudden horror. If she was starting to think DARIEN was adorable
she really needed to lay off this stuff.
They cracked the door open and each peered an eye out--in time to see
the redhead at the top of the stairs! They shut it quickly and Serena
couldn't help but laugh.
Darien threw himself onto the bed backwards with a groan, "This is going
to take a while..."
Serena looked dubiously around the room, "Eck, there's nothing to do
up here!" She looked through the bedside drawers, then under the bed. Darien
watched her dubiously. Finally she started rummaging through the closet.
She dragged the chair over and climbed up.
"Success!" She finally called out, "There's a bunch of boardgames up here
AND a deck of cards!"
He shook his head. That was the lamest thing ever--and yet, he didn't really
mind the idea of playing a boardgame. He feigned disinterest though,
"I need more punch to enjoy this..."
Serena's face lit up as she spotted the phone, "Done!" She cheered, picking
it up and dialing Lita's cellphone.
"Lita, could you bring two cups of punch upstairs? Yeah, Darien and I are
hiding out from a scary redhead that's after him!"
Darien winced. Obviously he wasn't meant to have a quote unquote "private
life".
Serena hung up and moments later Lita stuffed the drinks through a crack
in the door, "Quick, quick, she's at the foot of the stairs but I think
she's coming back up--she keeps prowling them!"
Serena giggled, "Thanks Lita!"
They set about playing cards then, and after another cup of punch,
crazy eights suddenly became really really entertaining--until Serena
won for the fifth time.
Darien crossed his arms, "This just isn't fun anymore."
Serena stuck out her tongue at him but went to the closet and
dragged out a couple of games.
"Ok then. What'll it be: monopoly, clue, guess who or checkers?"
"Didn't I see Trivial Pursuit in there?"
"No." She lied. Fortunately he was drunk enough to believe her.
Darien peered out the door and quickly shut it again, "Let's play
them all!"
Serena laughed and set up monopoly. Unfortunately, Darien won
in what seriously seemed like minutes. She was sure the bank was
going to run out of money--because he had it ALL.
"This sucks!" She mock-raged.
Darien crossed his arms--this time in satisfaction.
Clue seemed to be the middle ground since they both won
twice. 'Guess Who' failed because they kept flipping each
other's people down and finding it hilariously funny.
Finally, all that was left was checkers. The redhead was
still patrolling and Lita had brought them up WAY too much
punch on her second trip.
Suddenly checkers was hilariously funny. Darien didn't
think there was a better boardgame--how had he ever
gotten away from playing it? He triumphed over every
checker he took. He watched the focused look Serena was
giving each move. She was cute, and really fun. Who knew
they could get along--at least when they were drunk. Finally
they were triple crowned and down to a piece each.
"Stalemate." He observed, unable to dispel the huge grin
that had been appearing over and over for the last few hours.
"Oh no! Not after all this! No WAY buddy!" Serena fumed.
She kept moving her piece, chasing his all over the board.
"You can't win....Meatballhead." He leaned over to whisper
the last word at her in mockery.
"Oh yeah?" She challenged and leaned over and hopping
her piece across the board to annihilate him. Darien was
pretty sure that move was against the rules.
"So THERE!" She triumphed looking up and finding that she
had climbed so far over the board that she was face to
face with him. Darien looked down at her in surprise. She
was practically nose to nose with him. It should have been
funny but somehow, the moment changed. They felt it at the
same time: a kiss about to happen.
Darien couldn't understand it. They both hated kissing.
Only when he was really drunk did the urge to 'try again'
overcome him. He was really drunk now, but Serena wasn't
some random hot girl--she was his enemy! The girl he
teased! The girl who spent her time divided between hyper
and wailing. Why did he suddenly want to kiss her? And he
knew by her face she wanted to kiss him too. What was going
on?
She watched him hesitate and instinctively wet her lips.
It was a nervous gesture and nothing more--but it was enough
for Darien. He stopped worrying and reasoning and thought
only that he wanted to kiss her, she was right there, and
he was going to.
He leaned down, took the front of her shirt, drew her
up and pressed his mouth to hers. The sensation that
followed was so unexpected that he started in surprise.
He felt her gently catch his top lip between her own
and a jolt of pleasure ran through him--through them both.
They pulled back a few inches and stared at one another
in surprise.
"That was good." She breathed.
"It was..." He acknowledged, his voice breathy.
"You're out of breath." She noticed with no
little delight and a funny smile turned up
her mouth.
He smiled in return and slid his arms under her shoulders,
pulling her across the forgotten checkerboard and
into his arms to kiss her again. Serena was left
to scramble into the embrace and get her arms around
him without looking.
This felt better than good. She couldn't get enough
of the sensation. Who knew DARIEN would be a great kisser?
But he hated kissing too. That meant SHE was the great
kisser...or did it? This thought was followed by "Who cares?"
and a renewed energy in kissing him.
It was amazing. She rememebered how wet and awkward the
other kisses had been. This was...different. Her entire
body lit up with feeling. Everything turned pleasurable.
He kept taking her bottom lip between his own and turning
to take her from first one angle then the other. Their
faces kept brushing gently. It was all so...nice. She
let her fingers slip up his neck and into his hair and
watched his face tense with enjoyment. She couldn't decide
which was better, feeling good or making him feel good.
He suddenly tipped her back and deepened the kiss, his hand
cupping her face and his tongue slipping into her mouth
and she decided feeling good was the best. She murmured
mindlessly and cupped his own face to return the gesture.
She didn't think she had ever felt this good--ever. She was
nearly giddy with pleasure and clung to him, pressing against
him as tightly as she could. She was pretty much in his lap
but as she pressed up hard against him he made his own
indecipherable noise and turned them, laying her down and
pressing himself against her.
Now this, Serena thought, feels even better. His hands
wandered over her body and she dimly realized they were
wandering where they really shouldn't. But it felt so
good to be touched, as though kissing changed all the
sensations she would normally feel to something else
entirely. What was this heavy, hot, restless feeling
taking over her? She didn't recognize it until he tore
his mouth away and kissed her throat, running his mouth
along her neck to the hollow behind her ear. His hands
found the edge of her shirt and slipped up underneath
to gently cup her breasts. He fiddled with her bra until
it came undone and he could touch beneath it. And the
wave of pleasure that followed his touch made her realize,
this was desire. She felt desire. She was turned on.
Darien was kissing her, touching her and she desired him.
That thought needed later examination, she decided. Meanwhile,
she really needed to get her hands under his shirt too.
She found the bottom of his shirt and ran her hands up
under to stroke his back. She ran her fingers around front
and he lifted his arms to let her take the shirt off
completely--which she hadn't expected. She pulled it off
with wide eyes before his eyes met hers looking glazed
and unfocused. He was lost in the moment and she found
that highly flattering.
He leaned down to kiss her and pulled her shirt up, struggling
to get her to lift her arms so he could get it off. She met
his eyes a little uncertainly but let him. She felt so good,
what else was there to do? And as he untangled her arms
from her bra she had no time to feel embarassed--he pulled her
into his arms and against him and the feeling of it--his bare
chest against hers--wiped all doubts from her mind. They
kept kissing and stroking the other's skin and the urgency of
it built to a fever pitch. He layed her down and pressed
his weight into her and she felt a blissful pleasure. He ran
his hands into her hair as he pressed harder and she suddenly
pulled away saying "Ouch!"
He assumed he was pulling her hair and muttered, "Sorry--can
I take these out then?" Before pulling out the pins in one
of her buns.
"No, I'm lying on a checker." She giggled but he already
had one bun undone.
"Can I undo them anyway?" He asked sheepishly and she smiled.
He pulled her up and she yanked off the checker--a little
surprised to find it wedged into her skin from the pressure.
He got the second bun out and let her hair fall down her back.
A funny look came over his face as he ran his fingers through
it, "You look really pretty..." He said and because he said it
so quickly, without thinking, a little drunkenly, she knew he
really meant it and cherished the words.
He leaned down and kissed her and they lost themselves all over
again. She instinctively wrapped herself around him, legs about
his hips, hands in his hair and he made a very appreciative sound.
His lips ran down her neck again and found one of her breasts. She
arched instinctively. It was so...erotic.
Darien could barely keep his thoughts together. He didn't think
he'd ever felt so turned on in his life. Who knew it would be
Serena's kiss; Her small,sweet, lush body that would do this to
him? He couldn't believe it. He couldn't let himself really
think he was doing what he was doing.
Hadn't he just teased her yesterday at the arcade? Now he had her
topless, mindless and moaning as he tasted her...he shuddered. She
arched against him, hips pressing his and he made a sudden realization.
He lifted her, still wrapped around him, and laid them both across
the bed.
If the other stuff felt good when the kissing felt bad--just how
good would the other stuff feel with Serena when the kissing
felt so amazing? His body was tense with excitment--every touch
only added to it. He couldn't wait to find out.
He pulled his mouth from hers to kiss her throat again--saw her
beautiful hair fanned across the bed--she really was pretty--And
soft, and gently rounded in some very nice places. He ran his
hands down her sides and felt the curve in her stomach, just before
her hips.
Serena felt him take one breast in his mouth again...then the other.
She hoped her touches were bringing him as much pleasure as he was
her. He suddenly rolled off of her and she instinctively followed,
wrapping a possessive leg about his hips and making him smile. But
she kept going and pushed him over to lay on top herself. He looked
at her in surprise before she leaned down and kissed him urgently.
Her hair tangled around his face and brushed his shoulders, he ran
his hands through it to trace her face and hold it there before
running his hands down over her body to her hips so he could press
her tighter against him. He was overwhelmed. He could never
remember feeling this way.
He rolled her back over to finish what he had tried to start before.
He ran both hands over her breasts, down her stomach and to the
clasp of her pants. He felt her breath catch--the sudden nervousness.
But he was not nervous. He undid them quickly, slid them down over her
hips and reached a gentle hand down to touch her as he kissed her again.
And he found her exactly as he had imagined--warm and ready. What he
had never imagined was how good it felt to give her pleasure. He
remembered feeling impatient before but not with Serena. He took his
time, figured out which touch she liked and where and the arch of
her body when he had found the right way was as pleasurable to him as her
own touch might have been.
Serena felt her thoughts fade away. Her focus narrowed so severely it
made her light-headed. The most amazing blurring was happening to her
vision and her body as the pleasure built. His touch was gentle and
rhythmic and she felt her entire body humming with a sharp, sweet
pleasure that kept building on itself. He drew his fingers up and
she shivered. The feeling was almost like electricity--her body
shook involuntarily. She felt her body opening, swelling and knew
what it must mean--what it lead to. So this was how it happened.
She could never have dreamed it feeling like this.
She kissed Darien and he heard his name, breathy and pleasured in
his ear. The effect it had on him frightened him with it's
intensity. He shut his eyes as she kissed his throat, nipping
his ear and making her way slowly to his mouth. She pulled back
a little and finished what she had started to say, "Can I touch you
too?"
He only had time to look at her in surprise. Her eyes weren't even on
him anymore. Her hands were at the button of his jeans and he
couldn't breath. She pulled them down over his hips and he caught
her hand. She looked up and could read the concern in his eyes
so she smiled. He looked ready to say something but she spoke first,
"I'm not afraid."
She pulled her hand free and made a torturous exploration of his
stomach and his hips before venturing beneath his boxers to touch
him. She didn't think she could ever forget the expressions that
crossed his face when she did and found herself very satisfied
indeed. His breath caught and his eyes shut tight and she quickly
employed her other hand to touch as much of him as possible. She
stroked and squeezed and found he liked pretty much everything--which
made it a lot of fun.
When she settled into a comfortable, stroking rhythm like the
one he had employed on her he turned and his hand found its
way between her legs again. And for sometime they kissed
and touched and stroked the other. Serena felt utterly lost.
The long, deep kisses, his hot breath against her cheek, the
lustful sounds he kept making...she could do this forever.
Darien was just as content at first to let desire run it's course.
He could feel it steadily building and unlike Serena, knew where
it was leading. But this was different. Serena's hands on him.
He'd never felt anything like this. It wasn't just the pleasure,
the sharp sensation everytime her hand stroked him, the aching
need for completion, the intensity striking him over and over,
stronger and stronger until he thought he would explode with
wanting and completion ringing out of him in all directions. It
was more than that. It was a flood of emotion he could not
read that suddenly wrenched out of him for her. There was so
much of it, so many feelings he couldn't make them out. The one
that struck clearly was gratitude. So much gratitude, for the
pleasure for the sense of finding it at last...at last.....
It was the emotion that made him pull away, forget his own body
and want only to give her the most, the everything, the ultimate.
He wanted to make it feel even better for her.
He rolled her over and kissed his way down her body. Pulled her
pants off, her underwear. She clutched her hands over herself
in embarassment and he saw her face, flushed, her lips swollen
from kissing, her breasts taut from pleasure and he forgot
her embarassement in a wave of some other emotion he could not
name. Her lush body, it was exactly what he wanted--and he had
never known. Had never asked himself or been able to answer it.
It was the most beautiful answer because he could not have known
it until finding it. There was no expectation, only completion.
She was everything.
He pulled her hands away and replaced them with his mouth, his
tongue and felt her jerk at the contact, then her breath catch
and release in surprise. The pleasure. She shifted and then
held absolutely still, only arching closer as he found the
right places and the right rhythm. This was it, the most, the
essence. They thought it together. Best of all was the half-gasp
half-moan she gave all of sudden, when the pleasure turned sharp
and sent a trembling wave through her body. She was so close.
He could sense the exquisite agony of it. He felt what she felt.
He was sure of it that moment. And a dim part of his mind
realized there was something more going on. This experience
was more than what it was....but he could not fathom it.
Her body stiffened and shook in rapture then, a funny, broken
sound coming from her mouth. He thought it might have been
his name again and was immediately overwhelmed with more
feelings, emotions, physical sensations. He felt the tingles
of it through to the very hairs on his neck. What did it mean?
Serena lay back, catching her breath and he felt very
satisfied with himself. He climbed up over her
and smiled, "Good?" He teased softly.
She smiled a wicked, contented smile that was new and
just for him and precious because of it though he could
not say why but who cared when she looked that way?
He gave her a long, languid kiss and her hands were warm
and gentle and gracious on his face, in his hair, over his
shoulders. Then she met his eyes and asked with a bright
smile, "Can I do that to you?"
It was asked with innocence and wanting and his eyes
widened in surprise. His surprise gave away the answer
and with obvious intent she kissed her way down, turning
him over and tugging at his pants. He helped her kick
them off, disbelieving she was actually offering but
unable to resist. Her hands reached under his boxers
and he shuddered and caught his breath. She slipped
them off and touched him until he was crazy--absolutely
crazy.
"This is enough." He whispered and she ignored him,
feeling suddenly powerful and talented and satisfied
beyond anything else. He was hers this moment. She
would be brave and return the incredible pleasure he
offered her.
She kissed his stomach, leaving a trail--how adorable
his belly-button was. She felt a wave of sudden affection.
"Wait." He suddenly gasped and fumbled around the bedside
table for kleenex, "Here," He offered, "You might want this."
She took it rather blankly but smiled gratefully anyway.
Then she kept on her journey, determined not to be nervous,
thinking only of the bliss he had just given her and how
much she wanted to return it. That memory gave her
the courage to take him in her mouth--the beautiful sound
he made--followed by another--gave her the desire to finish.
She ran her mouth and tongue over him until she found a rhythm
and felt like a beautiful, erotic queen. The way he stilled
when it felt really good, the way he arched up when she pulled
away, the desperate little sounds and breaths that escaped him.
Darien knew he had lost his mind completely. All he could pull
together was one thought, it had never been like this, never
like this, never...
And he could feel himself getting closer and closer, my God,
he thought, I'm not going to make, I'm going to die of pleasure.
Sensation after sensation until I fade away, because there isn't
enough of me to hold it together. Serena felt him tense and
shudder and suddenly realized what the kleenex was for. She
was grateful to have it and wiped out her mouth as he lay
there gasping, his body sweaty and limp and hers....
She smiled contently, that feeling was so strong and so
satisfying. He was hers and no one elses...hers....
She curled up beside him, enjoying the thrill of bare
body against bare body. Darien felt sensations ebbing
through him and in the aftermath an incredible vulnerability
he had never felt before. It made him turn and say things
he was horrified to hear. He pulled Serena into his arms
and murmured in her ear, "Serena, don't leave me, don't leave
me, stay with me..."
What was he saying? He was making a fool of himself! He
sounded needy and pathetic! But she only smiled a very
pleased smile and stroked his face in a lazy, sleepy way,
"I'm right here," She said and kissed him gently, "Ofcourse
I'll stay..."
He felt such comfort in hearing it he was ashamed of himself.
What was going on here? She wrapped herself around him and
nuzzled into his neck and it felt...amazing. With the desire
seeping away her hair still looked beautiful and thrilled him
to touch, her body still felt smooth and perfect...he could
feel himself drifting to sleep, even with his thoughts so
jumbled and anxious. There was something, there was something
what was it? She felt like....what was it? She felt like
something, like everything, like more than all of it...she felt
like home...
Chapter 1: Drunken Checkers
Rated: R
Disclaimer: standard
Author: rain of silver stars
e-mail: moonsilverstaryahoo.com
appropriate music to listen to while reading this
"Not in Love" Enrique Iglesius feat Kelis
I shamefully admit to listening also to
"Milkshake" by Kelis and "Naughty Girl" by Beyonce
Whatever your party-girl-power music is, flip it
on!
Andrew's apartment had been thoroughly party-proofed
by the time people started arriving and Darien soon
found himself in the midst of loud music, drunken
laughter and general idiocy. He was not enjoying
himself. He hadn't enjoyed the last party either he
was now remembering. Hadn't that been the one with
the redhead. He shuddered. She had enjoyed the
drunken make-out session a little TOO much and persisted
in entirely sober flirtations with him on campus. Yuck.
He wandred around in total boredum until the girls arrived.
He watched Andrew--already a little tipsy--make his way over
to Mina with a very broad grin. Ah, Darien realized, Andrew's
entire motivation for HAVING this party.
That left Rei, Lita, Serena and a terrified looking Ami to
scatter in the midst. Rei and Lita headed to the "punch" table
where Rei spotted none other than..."Chad?!?!"
Indeed Chad was hanging out with his old band and looked equally
surprised to see her.
Lita, a tall girl with a short skirt, soon found herself in the
attentions of four or five drunken guys--much to her delight.
That left Serena and Ami--who clung to Serena like...he couldn't
even think of an accurate metaphor--perhaps he'd had too much to
drink.
He lost them for an hour or so after that before Serena suddenly
bumped into him by the stairs.
"Meatballhead." He smiled, a little disturbed by how glad he
was to see her--it was only because the party was SO boring
and she was SO amusing--he told himself, "Where's Ami?"
Serena rolled her eyes, "She RAN home about a half hour ago,
probably to study."
Darien nodded. Serena was holding a half-finished drink and
looking about with a sarcasm he had never seen in her before,
"This party sucks almost as much as kissing." She said dryly.
He chuckled, "Agreed--oh GOD!" He finished as he spotted none
other than the redhead! He had mere seconds before she spotted
him.
"Serena," He whispered, shocking her with the use of her ACTUAL
name, "I need to ask you a strange favour."
"Shoot." She said, following his rather terrified gaze to
an aggressive looking redhead. She chuckled, "One of your
past conquests back to haunt you?"
She did not see him stiffen at her accurate barb. Had he
been reduced to this? Begging his worst enemy to save him
from his own mess? Perhaps the 'other stuff' wasn't really worth
it....no...it was worth it.
"Will you just walk upstairs with me? If I can make it look like
I'm with someone else...maybe she'll go away."
Serena shot him a wry glance and looked about to say something when
he put on his best begging face, his eyes desperate, "Please? She's
already stalking me across campus!"
"Alright, alright. Not like I have anything BETTER to do!"
He looked so grateful she actually felt rather pleased with
herself. Hey, maybe this favour could give her leverage in
their next fight!
He put an arm around her and led her upstairs and she dutifully
giggled and swayed all the way. A glance back from the top
revealed the redhead watching them so Darien kept going into his
spareroom and shut the door.
Darien leaned against it warily, "We'll have to stay up here for
a bit, if you don't mind."
Serena bounced on the bed as she sat on it, "No problem, can't be
worse than trying to 'mingle' downstairs!"
He nodded, "Agreed."
"You're not enjoying the party either?" She asked with surprise, then
laughed, "Or is it just the redhead that's spoiled it for you?"
He conceded to a defeated smile, "No, although she makes it particularly
bad, it wasn't that great to start with."
"And now what irony," She teased, "Instead of being in your room with
some hot chick you're stuck with your worst enemy!" Then she seemed
to realize what she had said and shut her mouth abruptly looking very
embarassed.
He laughed though, which surprised her to no end. Darien laughed?
"You're a lot more amusing and besides, now we can BOTH avoid
kissing!" (It might be observed at this point Darien was feeling
a little free with words himself thanks to a hearty helping of punch)
He smiled and sat in the chair by the window, turning it to face her,
"Speaking of which, have you had any unpleasant encounters tonight?"
Serena rolled her eyes, "No. I didn't even bother. I give up."
"After only four tries?" He teased.
"And how many times have YOU tried?" She countered and his blush
left her feeling very depressed at her prospects.
She put her head in her hands, "Great. It's hopeless."
"That's not true." He soothed, feeling a little guilty at
depressing her, "You'll fall in love with someone and then
kissing will be great because you care about them."
She met his eyes, "Have you never kissed anyone you loved
before then?"
He looked startled and she could tell he hadn't expected her to
ask that question. At length he answered, "Once, I thought I
was..."
"But?" Serena added.
He looked away and she saw a flash of hurt touch his features
and felt an answering feeling so great she was a little overwhelmed.
"But, it still sucked and I caught her with another guy."
Serena winced, "That's awful." She waited until he looked up
before saying, "You didn't deserve that."
He smiled wryly, "You can say that with confidence to your enemy?"
"Hey, I don't wish bad stuff on you!"
He merely smiled a disbelieving smile at her. She sighed, "Fine,
sometimes I do, but not like that. I wish stuff like..." She smiled
wickedly, "A truck full of rotton tomatoes to burst open as you cross
behind it."
She seemed very pleased with this insult.
"Good one." He mocked, giving her a thumbs up.
"Augh!" She raged and threw herself back on the bed, "I can't
win with you!"
The music downstairs grew louder and they both turned to look at the
door.
"Do you think she's gone?" Serena asked.
Darien bit his lip and shrugged. It was a terribly adorable gesture
and Serena shook herself free at the thought, looking at her drink
in sudden horror. If she was starting to think DARIEN was adorable
she really needed to lay off this stuff.
They cracked the door open and each peered an eye out--in time to see
the redhead at the top of the stairs! They shut it quickly and Serena
couldn't help but laugh.
Darien threw himself onto the bed backwards with a groan, "This is going
to take a while..."
Serena looked dubiously around the room, "Eck, there's nothing to do
up here!" She looked through the bedside drawers, then under the bed. Darien
watched her dubiously. Finally she started rummaging through the closet.
She dragged the chair over and climbed up.
"Success!" She finally called out, "There's a bunch of boardgames up here
AND a deck of cards!"
He shook his head. That was the lamest thing ever--and yet, he didn't really
mind the idea of playing a boardgame. He feigned disinterest though,
"I need more punch to enjoy this..."
Serena's face lit up as she spotted the phone, "Done!" She cheered, picking
it up and dialing Lita's cellphone.
"Lita, could you bring two cups of punch upstairs? Yeah, Darien and I are
hiding out from a scary redhead that's after him!"
Darien winced. Obviously he wasn't meant to have a quote unquote "private
life".
Serena hung up and moments later Lita stuffed the drinks through a crack
in the door, "Quick, quick, she's at the foot of the stairs but I think
she's coming back up--she keeps prowling them!"
Serena giggled, "Thanks Lita!"
They set about playing cards then, and after another cup of punch,
crazy eights suddenly became really really entertaining--until Serena
won for the fifth time.
Darien crossed his arms, "This just isn't fun anymore."
Serena stuck out her tongue at him but went to the closet and
dragged out a couple of games.
"Ok then. What'll it be: monopoly, clue, guess who or checkers?"
"Didn't I see Trivial Pursuit in there?"
"No." She lied. Fortunately he was drunk enough to believe her.
Darien peered out the door and quickly shut it again, "Let's play
them all!"
Serena laughed and set up monopoly. Unfortunately, Darien won
in what seriously seemed like minutes. She was sure the bank was
going to run out of money--because he had it ALL.
"This sucks!" She mock-raged.
Darien crossed his arms--this time in satisfaction.
Clue seemed to be the middle ground since they both won
twice. 'Guess Who' failed because they kept flipping each
other's people down and finding it hilariously funny.
Finally, all that was left was checkers. The redhead was
still patrolling and Lita had brought them up WAY too much
punch on her second trip.
Suddenly checkers was hilariously funny. Darien didn't
think there was a better boardgame--how had he ever
gotten away from playing it? He triumphed over every
checker he took. He watched the focused look Serena was
giving each move. She was cute, and really fun. Who knew
they could get along--at least when they were drunk. Finally
they were triple crowned and down to a piece each.
"Stalemate." He observed, unable to dispel the huge grin
that had been appearing over and over for the last few hours.
"Oh no! Not after all this! No WAY buddy!" Serena fumed.
She kept moving her piece, chasing his all over the board.
"You can't win....Meatballhead." He leaned over to whisper
the last word at her in mockery.
"Oh yeah?" She challenged and leaned over and hopping
her piece across the board to annihilate him. Darien was
pretty sure that move was against the rules.
"So THERE!" She triumphed looking up and finding that she
had climbed so far over the board that she was face to
face with him. Darien looked down at her in surprise. She
was practically nose to nose with him. It should have been
funny but somehow, the moment changed. They felt it at the
same time: a kiss about to happen.
Darien couldn't understand it. They both hated kissing.
Only when he was really drunk did the urge to 'try again'
overcome him. He was really drunk now, but Serena wasn't
some random hot girl--she was his enemy! The girl he
teased! The girl who spent her time divided between hyper
and wailing. Why did he suddenly want to kiss her? And he
knew by her face she wanted to kiss him too. What was going
on?
She watched him hesitate and instinctively wet her lips.
It was a nervous gesture and nothing more--but it was enough
for Darien. He stopped worrying and reasoning and thought
only that he wanted to kiss her, she was right there, and
he was going to.
He leaned down, took the front of her shirt, drew her
up and pressed his mouth to hers. The sensation that
followed was so unexpected that he started in surprise.
He felt her gently catch his top lip between her own
and a jolt of pleasure ran through him--through them both.
They pulled back a few inches and stared at one another
in surprise.
"That was good." She breathed.
"It was..." He acknowledged, his voice breathy.
"You're out of breath." She noticed with no
little delight and a funny smile turned up
her mouth.
He smiled in return and slid his arms under her shoulders,
pulling her across the forgotten checkerboard and
into his arms to kiss her again. Serena was left
to scramble into the embrace and get her arms around
him without looking.
This felt better than good. She couldn't get enough
of the sensation. Who knew DARIEN would be a great kisser?
But he hated kissing too. That meant SHE was the great
kisser...or did it? This thought was followed by "Who cares?"
and a renewed energy in kissing him.
It was amazing. She rememebered how wet and awkward the
other kisses had been. This was...different. Her entire
body lit up with feeling. Everything turned pleasurable.
He kept taking her bottom lip between his own and turning
to take her from first one angle then the other. Their
faces kept brushing gently. It was all so...nice. She
let her fingers slip up his neck and into his hair and
watched his face tense with enjoyment. She couldn't decide
which was better, feeling good or making him feel good.
He suddenly tipped her back and deepened the kiss, his hand
cupping her face and his tongue slipping into her mouth
and she decided feeling good was the best. She murmured
mindlessly and cupped his own face to return the gesture.
She didn't think she had ever felt this good--ever. She was
nearly giddy with pleasure and clung to him, pressing against
him as tightly as she could. She was pretty much in his lap
but as she pressed up hard against him he made his own
indecipherable noise and turned them, laying her down and
pressing himself against her.
Now this, Serena thought, feels even better. His hands
wandered over her body and she dimly realized they were
wandering where they really shouldn't. But it felt so
good to be touched, as though kissing changed all the
sensations she would normally feel to something else
entirely. What was this heavy, hot, restless feeling
taking over her? She didn't recognize it until he tore
his mouth away and kissed her throat, running his mouth
along her neck to the hollow behind her ear. His hands
found the edge of her shirt and slipped up underneath
to gently cup her breasts. He fiddled with her bra until
it came undone and he could touch beneath it. And the
wave of pleasure that followed his touch made her realize,
this was desire. She felt desire. She was turned on.
Darien was kissing her, touching her and she desired him.
That thought needed later examination, she decided. Meanwhile,
she really needed to get her hands under his shirt too.
She found the bottom of his shirt and ran her hands up
under to stroke his back. She ran her fingers around front
and he lifted his arms to let her take the shirt off
completely--which she hadn't expected. She pulled it off
with wide eyes before his eyes met hers looking glazed
and unfocused. He was lost in the moment and she found
that highly flattering.
He leaned down to kiss her and pulled her shirt up, struggling
to get her to lift her arms so he could get it off. She met
his eyes a little uncertainly but let him. She felt so good,
what else was there to do? And as he untangled her arms
from her bra she had no time to feel embarassed--he pulled her
into his arms and against him and the feeling of it--his bare
chest against hers--wiped all doubts from her mind. They
kept kissing and stroking the other's skin and the urgency of
it built to a fever pitch. He layed her down and pressed
his weight into her and she felt a blissful pleasure. He ran
his hands into her hair as he pressed harder and she suddenly
pulled away saying "Ouch!"
He assumed he was pulling her hair and muttered, "Sorry--can
I take these out then?" Before pulling out the pins in one
of her buns.
"No, I'm lying on a checker." She giggled but he already
had one bun undone.
"Can I undo them anyway?" He asked sheepishly and she smiled.
He pulled her up and she yanked off the checker--a little
surprised to find it wedged into her skin from the pressure.
He got the second bun out and let her hair fall down her back.
A funny look came over his face as he ran his fingers through
it, "You look really pretty..." He said and because he said it
so quickly, without thinking, a little drunkenly, she knew he
really meant it and cherished the words.
He leaned down and kissed her and they lost themselves all over
again. She instinctively wrapped herself around him, legs about
his hips, hands in his hair and he made a very appreciative sound.
His lips ran down her neck again and found one of her breasts. She
arched instinctively. It was so...erotic.
Darien could barely keep his thoughts together. He didn't think
he'd ever felt so turned on in his life. Who knew it would be
Serena's kiss; Her small,sweet, lush body that would do this to
him? He couldn't believe it. He couldn't let himself really
think he was doing what he was doing.
Hadn't he just teased her yesterday at the arcade? Now he had her
topless, mindless and moaning as he tasted her...he shuddered. She
arched against him, hips pressing his and he made a sudden realization.
He lifted her, still wrapped around him, and laid them both across
the bed.
If the other stuff felt good when the kissing felt bad--just how
good would the other stuff feel with Serena when the kissing
felt so amazing? His body was tense with excitment--every touch
only added to it. He couldn't wait to find out.
He pulled his mouth from hers to kiss her throat again--saw her
beautiful hair fanned across the bed--she really was pretty--And
soft, and gently rounded in some very nice places. He ran his
hands down her sides and felt the curve in her stomach, just before
her hips.
Serena felt him take one breast in his mouth again...then the other.
She hoped her touches were bringing him as much pleasure as he was
her. He suddenly rolled off of her and she instinctively followed,
wrapping a possessive leg about his hips and making him smile. But
she kept going and pushed him over to lay on top herself. He looked
at her in surprise before she leaned down and kissed him urgently.
Her hair tangled around his face and brushed his shoulders, he ran
his hands through it to trace her face and hold it there before
running his hands down over her body to her hips so he could press
her tighter against him. He was overwhelmed. He could never
remember feeling this way.
He rolled her back over to finish what he had tried to start before.
He ran both hands over her breasts, down her stomach and to the
clasp of her pants. He felt her breath catch--the sudden nervousness.
But he was not nervous. He undid them quickly, slid them down over her
hips and reached a gentle hand down to touch her as he kissed her again.
And he found her exactly as he had imagined--warm and ready. What he
had never imagined was how good it felt to give her pleasure. He
remembered feeling impatient before but not with Serena. He took his
time, figured out which touch she liked and where and the arch of
her body when he had found the right way was as pleasurable to him as her
own touch might have been.
Serena felt her thoughts fade away. Her focus narrowed so severely it
made her light-headed. The most amazing blurring was happening to her
vision and her body as the pleasure built. His touch was gentle and
rhythmic and she felt her entire body humming with a sharp, sweet
pleasure that kept building on itself. He drew his fingers up and
she shivered. The feeling was almost like electricity--her body
shook involuntarily. She felt her body opening, swelling and knew
what it must mean--what it lead to. So this was how it happened.
She could never have dreamed it feeling like this.
She kissed Darien and he heard his name, breathy and pleasured in
his ear. The effect it had on him frightened him with it's
intensity. He shut his eyes as she kissed his throat, nipping
his ear and making her way slowly to his mouth. She pulled back
a little and finished what she had started to say, "Can I touch you
too?"
He only had time to look at her in surprise. Her eyes weren't even on
him anymore. Her hands were at the button of his jeans and he
couldn't breath. She pulled them down over his hips and he caught
her hand. She looked up and could read the concern in his eyes
so she smiled. He looked ready to say something but she spoke first,
"I'm not afraid."
She pulled her hand free and made a torturous exploration of his
stomach and his hips before venturing beneath his boxers to touch
him. She didn't think she could ever forget the expressions that
crossed his face when she did and found herself very satisfied
indeed. His breath caught and his eyes shut tight and she quickly
employed her other hand to touch as much of him as possible. She
stroked and squeezed and found he liked pretty much everything--which
made it a lot of fun.
When she settled into a comfortable, stroking rhythm like the
one he had employed on her he turned and his hand found its
way between her legs again. And for sometime they kissed
and touched and stroked the other. Serena felt utterly lost.
The long, deep kisses, his hot breath against her cheek, the
lustful sounds he kept making...she could do this forever.
Darien was just as content at first to let desire run it's course.
He could feel it steadily building and unlike Serena, knew where
it was leading. But this was different. Serena's hands on him.
He'd never felt anything like this. It wasn't just the pleasure,
the sharp sensation everytime her hand stroked him, the aching
need for completion, the intensity striking him over and over,
stronger and stronger until he thought he would explode with
wanting and completion ringing out of him in all directions. It
was more than that. It was a flood of emotion he could not
read that suddenly wrenched out of him for her. There was so
much of it, so many feelings he couldn't make them out. The one
that struck clearly was gratitude. So much gratitude, for the
pleasure for the sense of finding it at last...at last.....
It was the emotion that made him pull away, forget his own body
and want only to give her the most, the everything, the ultimate.
He wanted to make it feel even better for her.
He rolled her over and kissed his way down her body. Pulled her
pants off, her underwear. She clutched her hands over herself
in embarassment and he saw her face, flushed, her lips swollen
from kissing, her breasts taut from pleasure and he forgot
her embarassement in a wave of some other emotion he could not
name. Her lush body, it was exactly what he wanted--and he had
never known. Had never asked himself or been able to answer it.
It was the most beautiful answer because he could not have known
it until finding it. There was no expectation, only completion.
She was everything.
He pulled her hands away and replaced them with his mouth, his
tongue and felt her jerk at the contact, then her breath catch
and release in surprise. The pleasure. She shifted and then
held absolutely still, only arching closer as he found the
right places and the right rhythm. This was it, the most, the
essence. They thought it together. Best of all was the half-gasp
half-moan she gave all of sudden, when the pleasure turned sharp
and sent a trembling wave through her body. She was so close.
He could sense the exquisite agony of it. He felt what she felt.
He was sure of it that moment. And a dim part of his mind
realized there was something more going on. This experience
was more than what it was....but he could not fathom it.
Her body stiffened and shook in rapture then, a funny, broken
sound coming from her mouth. He thought it might have been
his name again and was immediately overwhelmed with more
feelings, emotions, physical sensations. He felt the tingles
of it through to the very hairs on his neck. What did it mean?
Serena lay back, catching her breath and he felt very
satisfied with himself. He climbed up over her
and smiled, "Good?" He teased softly.
She smiled a wicked, contented smile that was new and
just for him and precious because of it though he could
not say why but who cared when she looked that way?
He gave her a long, languid kiss and her hands were warm
and gentle and gracious on his face, in his hair, over his
shoulders. Then she met his eyes and asked with a bright
smile, "Can I do that to you?"
It was asked with innocence and wanting and his eyes
widened in surprise. His surprise gave away the answer
and with obvious intent she kissed her way down, turning
him over and tugging at his pants. He helped her kick
them off, disbelieving she was actually offering but
unable to resist. Her hands reached under his boxers
and he shuddered and caught his breath. She slipped
them off and touched him until he was crazy--absolutely
crazy.
"This is enough." He whispered and she ignored him,
feeling suddenly powerful and talented and satisfied
beyond anything else. He was hers this moment. She
would be brave and return the incredible pleasure he
offered her.
She kissed his stomach, leaving a trail--how adorable
his belly-button was. She felt a wave of sudden affection.
"Wait." He suddenly gasped and fumbled around the bedside
table for kleenex, "Here," He offered, "You might want this."
She took it rather blankly but smiled gratefully anyway.
Then she kept on her journey, determined not to be nervous,
thinking only of the bliss he had just given her and how
much she wanted to return it. That memory gave her
the courage to take him in her mouth--the beautiful sound
he made--followed by another--gave her the desire to finish.
She ran her mouth and tongue over him until she found a rhythm
and felt like a beautiful, erotic queen. The way he stilled
when it felt really good, the way he arched up when she pulled
away, the desperate little sounds and breaths that escaped him.
Darien knew he had lost his mind completely. All he could pull
together was one thought, it had never been like this, never
like this, never...
And he could feel himself getting closer and closer, my God,
he thought, I'm not going to make, I'm going to die of pleasure.
Sensation after sensation until I fade away, because there isn't
enough of me to hold it together. Serena felt him tense and
shudder and suddenly realized what the kleenex was for. She
was grateful to have it and wiped out her mouth as he lay
there gasping, his body sweaty and limp and hers....
She smiled contently, that feeling was so strong and so
satisfying. He was hers and no one elses...hers....
She curled up beside him, enjoying the thrill of bare
body against bare body. Darien felt sensations ebbing
through him and in the aftermath an incredible vulnerability
he had never felt before. It made him turn and say things
he was horrified to hear. He pulled Serena into his arms
and murmured in her ear, "Serena, don't leave me, don't leave
me, stay with me..."
What was he saying? He was making a fool of himself! He
sounded needy and pathetic! But she only smiled a very
pleased smile and stroked his face in a lazy, sleepy way,
"I'm right here," She said and kissed him gently, "Ofcourse
I'll stay..."
He felt such comfort in hearing it he was ashamed of himself.
What was going on here? She wrapped herself around him and
nuzzled into his neck and it felt...amazing. With the desire
seeping away her hair still looked beautiful and thrilled him
to touch, her body still felt smooth and perfect...he could
feel himself drifting to sleep, even with his thoughts so
jumbled and anxious. There was something, there was something
what was it? She felt like....what was it? She felt like
something, like everything, like more than all of it...she felt
like home...