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Love on the Catwalk : Chapter 08

dizziified

Reason to Change #8: Your hot boyfriend will cook for you

"If you'd excuse me ladies, I think I hear Seiya calling me."

Turning swiftly on my heel, I stalked off to the bar. This was just not my day.

My cheeks hurt from smiling so much and my brain hurt from talking to some of these women—and I've yet to see Andrew—I'd decided to surprise him by showing up instead of just telling him about it.

Seiya and I had arrived to the bash via limousine two hours back and I was bored out of my mind already. Everyone was just so … fake. They all asked me about Seiya or whether I had gotten anything done to my face—the nerve of those women!

Well, at least I looked nice.

The dress Seiya had made for me was just… incredible beyond belief. It was an ivory halter dress with a slightly plunging V-line that clung onto me like a second skin.

Faux diamonds covered the tying straps and guess what—diamond shoes! Yes, diamond shoes! Laura Harring's diamond shoes to be precise. Seiya commissioned a few pieces for her and she couldn't make it to Diamond's party this year so she let him borrow them.

I'm walking in $1 million merchandise here, people!

"One lemonade, please," I ordered over the bar. Upon receiving the drink, I sucked on the lemon before dropping it into the glass.

"What? No alcohol?" … I know that voice.

I whipped around. "Darien! Hi!"

"Hey," he greeted back with a grin before turning to the bartender. "One Coke."

"What? No alcohol?" I mocked before taking a sip of lemonade.

He raised his hands in defense. "Designated driver."

I laughed. "And what drunken lot of men will you be driving home?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He smirked and raised his glass. "Well, here's to us and our sober night."

"To us," I smiled and clinked my glass with his before taking a whopping gulp out of it.

"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed. "Do you know where Andrew is? I've been looking for him all night."

Darien shrugged. "He could be anywhere."

"That's just great," I sighed and leant against the bar.

"Having a not so hot time?" he asked, leaning on the space beside me.

"Mhm," I nodded. "You know, I thought that Prince Diamond's parties were like, the best things ever but coming here…eh, it's not that great."

He shrugged. "Yeah, they get a bit tiring after a while."

"Then why are you here?" It's not like he had to come, right?

He took a sip of Coke and shrugged. "Designated driver."

"Eh?" What did that have to do with anything?

"It's my turn to round 'em all up and drive 'em home before they do something stupid like sleep with some random STD-infested rich girl."

I raised an eyebrow. "You take turns being cock-blocks?"

He shrugged again. "They just get a bit … out-of-hand when they're drunk."

"I thought men go for the whole one-night-stand thing all the time," I blushed.

"Oh they do," he said. "But some of the girls here are crazy. It's not worth it if they just keep obsessing afterwards."

"I see …" Men really are ruthless.

"Men aren't that bad," Darien defended, as if he read my thoughts.

I rolled my eyes. "Sure."

"Well, what if we are? Some of you women are just as bad, if not worse."

"Meh, I highly doubt that."

"Oh really?"

And so went on our heated discussion on the ruthlessness of men and women in the secular world we live in that somehow evolved to one about granny cardigans.

Forgive us, we were really really bored.

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"—the waiter was totally clueless," Darien went on and burst into laughter with me.

The party finally started to look up; Darien made surprisingly good company and I was having a blast. I hadn't seen Seiya since we were separated by a mob of women and I had still yet to catch a glimpse of Andrew.

"Let's head outside for some air," Darien suggested. I nodded and followed after him to the garden.

"Wow," I said in wonder. "It's beautiful out."

The stars were scattered across the sky, shockingly visible through the lights of the city. All the sounds from the inside were muffled and run over by the chirping of crickets and faint city sounds.

We stood in silence for a while and I sighed.

"Thinking of Andrew?" Darien asked.

I looked up at him a bit startled, we hadn't spoken about him all night.

"Uh .. hmm .. honestly? Yeah. Not that you're bad company!—I'm having a blast thanks of you. But, yeah, I'm starting to regret not telling him I'd be here."

I lifted my hand up to swipe my bangs out of my eyes. Darien took notice of my ring.

"Is that…?"

"Oh this?" I held out my left hand and couldn't help but smile. "Yep. Andrew gave it to me when he asked me to be his girlfriend last week. He has one just like it."

"I'd been wondering why he was wearing a ring all of a sudden," Darien said.

I laughed, all giddy from the prospect of Andrew wearing it. "I still can't believe he dropped so much money for it—there're only six in the world."

"Oh really now?" he asked in that I-don't-really-want-to-talk-about-this-but-I'll-pretend-I-want-to-and-put-on-a-smiley-face.

"Ah, sorry," I blushed. "I guess I got a bit carried away. It's just a bit … wow. I mean, I've never really gotten a present like this before."

He gave me the eyebrows and I laughed.

"Hey, I only had one boyfriend before, thank you very much."

"Really?" He sounded mildly surprised. "How about flings? Casual relationships?"

I whacked him on the arm. "Hey, I'm not that kind of girl."

"How old are you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Twenty-three!" I exclaimed and crossed my arms.

"Twenty-three and only two boyfriends? A pretty girl like you?"

"I'm not that pretty!" I interjected—he took no heed and continued right on with his train of thought.

"Well at least you're not a virgin," he shrugged.

"What makes you think I'm not?" I shrieked. Did I not just tell him I wasn't that kind of girl?

"Don't tell me you are." He sounded outright shocked. "Have you not been seeing Andrew for more than a week?"

"Well, yeah, but I'm not that kind of girl," I restated.

"Wow," he said. "He must really like you to hold out so long."

"Are you telling me he's some, some—sex machine?" One week is not long at all! It's practically nothing!

"Not necessarily," Darien backed up. "He just happens to sleep with women … a lot … in a short amount of time. And come on—people like to have sex. It's only natural."

"I don't know if I should be disgusted or flattered," I confessed. "I know he had a lot of girlfriends before but …."

Darien's eyes steeled. "Are you looking down on him?"

"Oh, no!" I gasped. "I don't think any less of him. He's such a sweet person, if anything I don't deserve him. It's just a pretty big shock, you know. It's a bit intimidating—what if he breaks up with me because, you know?"

"I mean," I continued. "I never even 'made out' with anyone before Andrew. And sex? I never thought I would do it with anyone other than my husband."

"Quite the old-fashioned one, aren't we now?" he asked, voice deadpanned.

I blushed. "But yeah, do you think that …?"

"Nah, don't worry about it," he dismissed. "He seems to really like you. You've known him for what—a few weeks? That's a miracle in itself."

"Thanks." I smiled. "I really really like him. Maybe… maybe I even love him."

I blushed and covered my cheeks before giving out a nervous giggle.

"Well aren't we smitten?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "So this is what a girl in love looks like, hm."

I giggled and stopped short when I saw a flash of blonde.

"Andrew!" I laughed and scurried towards him. I felt Darien follow slowly behind me.

"Serena," he smiled. He seemed a bit off.

"Finally—." I stopped short upon seeing who was next to him.

She looked better than I remembered—all perfect in a black wrap dress with diamonds sparkling from her hair and gauzy scarf.

"Serena, this is Mina Aino," Andrew introduced.

The dazzling blonde extended her hand and offered a bright smile. "Hi Serena, I've heard a lot about you."

"Hi," I greeted back weakly as I shook her hand.

'What the heck is she doing here? With Andrew! Alone! Here!'

"Darien!" She smiled wider and extended her arms for a hug. "It's been too long!"

"Mina," he greeted tersely, body a bit stiff under her hug.

"Well, I better be going," Mina said, giving Andrew's arm a little tap. "Nice meeting you, Serena. And good seeing you again, Darien."

With that, the supermodel sashayed off, dress swishing after her.

"How do you know her?" I asked, curiosity tipping over.

Andrew shrugged. "Modeled with her—you didn't tell me you'd be here!"

Talk about changing the topic.

"I wanted to surprise you," I replied. "But I couldn't find you so that sucked. But fortunately, Darien here came along and saved me from a death due to boredom."

Andrew laughed. "Well, thanks Darien, for taking care of her. I think I'll steal her away now."

"I'll see you later," Darien waved before walking off.

"You look gorgeous," Andrew said, turning to me.

"Oh, you flatter me," I laughed as Andrew gave me a peck on the lips, his arms around my waist.

"Hmm." He leaned his head on top of mine. "How about we ditch this place and go out on our own."

I laughed. "You've convinced me. But I think I'll say bye to the host first, it's only proper."

"Fine," he sighed. "Just follow the scantily dressed young girls and fat, old brown-nosers."

I laughed and looked up at him before pecking him on the cheek and swiftly turning to walk inside.

Once inside, I scanned the room for the sight of the man in question.

'There he is,' I gloated when I spotted his bleach-blonde hair.

"Hi," I greeted after tapping him on the shoulder. "Serenity Tsukino."

He turned away from his harlot of women and smirked. Instead of shaking my offered hand, he brought it up to his lips to kiss it. I blushed from the notion.

"Miss Tsukino," he mused. "I was beginning to think that you didn't show."

"Oh yeah," I blushed. "I apologize—I was a bit preoccupied. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday and to thank you for inviting me."

"No, thank you for coming." He flashed me a charming smile—he really is like a prince, with his smile and eyes and hair and clothes. "Why don't you have a glass of wine?" He lifted his own.

"Oh, no," I shook my head. "I better be going; it's getting late."

Then, I felt a familiar arm wrap around my waist.

"Prince Diamond," Andrew greeted and tipped his head. "We apologize but we really must be going."

Diamond blinked before smiling. "Well, then. It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Tsukino. Call me anytime."

I offered a smile and nodded. "Good-bye."

As soon as turned away, Andrew scowled. "That man was all over you."

"Jealous?" I teased, leaning into his side.

"Fuck yeah."

I giggled—it was nice, having the guy you love (I still can't believe it!) getting jealous over you.

"Don't worry, I'm yours."

He gripped me closer and kissed my hair. I sighed.

I love him.

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"So, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah," I nodded.

We were outside my door, saying our goodbyes. After leaving Diamond's party we had gone out for dessert and he drove me home because I was just dead tired.

Andrew rested his hands on my hips as I wrapped his arms around his neck. I closed my eyes and grinned as he nudged my nose with his. His lips wasted no time in finding mine.

Opening my mouth, I felt his tongue rush in, wrestling with mine. He began sucking on my tongue, my lower lip; allowing his hands to roam around my body. They slid up my sides, resting to cup my breasts before starting to knead at them.

I let out a low moan, surprising myself. Steadying myself against my door, I continued to moan as he continued his ministrations and starting kissing at the space where my neck meets my shoulder blade. I leaned my head back and felt my toes curl in pleasure.

"Ah… Andrew," I gasped.

Taking deep breathes I lazily opened my eyes to peer into his—they were hooded with desire. I grasped the sides of his face and opened my mouth for another kiss, wrapping a leg around his and biting at his lower lip.

I was getting good at the whole kissing thing.

I smiled as he bit back and groan and let my hands slide down to his chest, skimming them softly. His hands made small circles on my back before grasping it tightly when I started to push my lower body against his.

Suddenly, we were a lusty mess. Moaning as we kissed and bucked at each other, his hard member straining against his pants as his pelvis pushed into mine. I gasped as he lifted me up and plastered me against the wall, pumping himself against me.

"Ser—e—na," he groaned.

Suddenly, he hunched against me and I rested my head on his shoulder. All that filled my ears were our rapid breaths. My lower lips felt engorged and throbbed as he let me down off the wall.

"Can we—?" he started huskily.

I shook my head, looking at him sadly. "I'm sorry; I'll see you tomorrow."

He let out a frustrating sigh and stepped away from me.

"I'm sorry," I repeated, my voice cracking. Oh no, I felt tears.

"It's okay," he hushed, hugging my frame. "Shh. I'm sorry for getting so frustrated."

"It's not your fault," I blurted, tears falling. "I'm just—I'm not …."

"Ready?" he asked, smoothing my hair over.

I nodded. "And I know that you aren't used to not having sex but I—I love you and, and I don't want lose—."

"Shh," Andrew shushed calmly, kissing my hair. "I love you too. And I'll wait. I won't do anything that you don't want to do. Don't feel pressured; I'm fine knowing that you're mine."

"Really?" I looked up at him.

He wiped away my tears. "Really."

He gave me a chaste kiss on the forehead before bidding me goodnight and walking off. I watched him go down the hall and into the elevator before going inside.

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"Hi," I greeted shyly as I came to stop in front of Andrew.

"Hey," he smiled and laughed as he pushed my shoulder. "Stop being so shy."

I blushed and nodded, looking down at my shoes.

How can I! We practically had sex with clothes on last night!

He laughed and hugged me before kissing my hairline. "Come on, let's go."

He opened the door for me and closed it behind me before sliding into the driver's seat and buckling up.

"Where to?" I asked. It was 11 A.M. and hot out, at least 90 degrees.

"Don't worry," he smiled, focusing his eyes on the road. "I've got it all planned out."

I shifted around in my seat. "Am I dressed right for it?"

He laughed. "I bought a change of clothes for you so don't worry. Relax, leave the day to me."

I smiled and leaned back, stealing glances at my boyfriend (boyfriend!). Too cute.

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"Ugh, it's so hot," I complained with a scrunched nose as we got out of the Met.

We had gone to the Metropolitan Museum of Art over at Central Park; it was a good experience; I hadn't been to an art museum in ages. I mentally made notes at the costume institute, feeding off on the designs for inspiration and little suggestions to give to Seiya.

As we pulled out of the air-conditioned interior of the museum, I squinted my eyes at the sun. Was it just me or had it gotten hotter?

Looking over at Andrew, I saw that he had slipped on his reflective aviators and taking after his example, I pulled out my own oversized sunglasses and tied my hair in a loop with a scrunchie.

"It's a bit of a walk from here," Andrew said, walking close-by but not touching me.

"That's fine," I smiled. It was nice being out here with him.

We walked down the path, watching as groups of children passed and bikers took the bike tour.

"Didn't know you were the artsy type," I stated, turning to him with a ghost-of-a-smile on my lips.

He grinned. "I was an art major."

"Really?" How interesting. "What happened?"

He shrugged. "Eh… had to take up the family business and then I took modeling for a spin. The modeling career turned long-term and I haven't really been able to focus on being an artist."

"What kind of art did you do?" I inquired, tipping my head to the side.

"A little bit of everything," he replied. "But mostly oil paintings or water-colors."

"Do you still paint?"

"… From time to time."

"Can I see some of them?"

He grinned and squeezed me against him. "Sure thing."

Then, hand in hand we continued down the path; enjoying the atmosphere and each other's presence.

"Here we are,' he announced. I looked up to see the Loeb Boathouse.

"We're renting a rowboat?" I asked.

He smiled. "Come on."

And so, I followed him in and waited by the door as he went to speak with the owner. Soon, Andrew came back with a picnic basket in hand and a big shopping bag from Pearl Paint.

"What's this?" I asked, eyes smiling.

"You'll see," he replied. "Let's go out, our boat awaits."

I giggled and held the door open for him as he marched out towards the lake. Once there, a worker helped us get on and bid us ado as he pushed us off into the lake. I sat at the head of the boat as Andrew rowed us more inward.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" I asked—I don't want to be some useless blonde ninny here.

"I was in crew," he smiled. "Just sit back and relax."

Once we got to the middle of the lake, Andrew let the oars go and moved a row back as to make more space between us.

"Tada," he said as he opened up the picnic basket on the row between us.

I gasped. "You made all this?"

He puffed up his chest arrogantly and lifted his chin. "Of course."

I eyed him suspiciously. No man can cook like this. There was salad with cranberry dressing, chicken shish kabobs, sweet corn, rolls, pasta salad, baby back ribs, mash potatoes, a large pitcher of lemonade, and even peach froyo.

"Okay," he caved. "The corn, rolls, and frozen yogurt were store-bought."

"And…" That can't possibly be all.

"And Darien helped with the meat. But! I whipped up a kick-ass salad and mash potatoes! And I skewered all the shish kabobs!"

I laughed. "Woohoo!"

He pouted.

"I love it," I said and distributed everything evenly on the blanketed-make-shift-table-basket between us as he handed me a fork, plate, and a cloth napkin to lay over my shorts. I poured us the lemonade and lifted up my cup for a toast.

"To us," I smiled.

"To us," Andrew repeated before taking a gulp of lemonade and pecking my lips.

As we ate, we talked animatedly about things from our schedule to college to our futures—hopefully our future together.

After we ate and cleaned our hands with bottled water, Andrew pulled out what was next on the agenda. He filled a container with water before handing me a board with a watercolor sheet pinned on and a pencil.

"Is this…?"

He nodded in confirmation. "We're going to paint each other."

I pouted. "No fair, you were an art major!"

"Too bad," he retaliated and he plunked an array of paintbrushes in the water container and set out erasers and paint tubes and palettes on the row between us.

I sighed. "Fine." I did plenty of drawing for Mode, I should be fine with this.

I got myself comfortable and angled myself for the best view of Andrew. Staring for a few moments to absorb everything in, I got to work. My pencil literally flew all over the board, sketching the boat, the trees, his eyes, mouth, collar, necklace.

I'd forgotten how lost you can get in drawing. It was invigorating, really.

Soon enough, Andrew picked up a paintbrush and started dipping it into the paint mounds on his palette. Art dork; I was erasing out all the scratch marks and redefining lines.

"How's it going?" he asked, not looking up from his painting.

"Pretty good," I admitted. "I forgot how fun it is to draw."

"That's good," he mumbled before losing himself in his work once again.

It wasn't until a long time (maybe an hour to two) later that we finished everything.

"Show me yours first," I commanded, hugging my now dry board to my chest.

"Fine," he laughed and flipped his board over so I could see it.

"… Wow."

It really was wow. I was on the far corner, sketching on my paper with a small smile and intent eyes. The greenery behind me was beautiful and the sky a nice blue. The whole painting floated on the paper, with no definite ending to the water, trees, or sky and no definite start to the boat. It was beyond beautiful.

"I'm not that pretty," I said, looking at the delicate, rosy-cheeked blonde in front of me.

"Yes you are," he refuted softly, leaning over to tuck a tendril of hair behind my ear and kissing my brow. "Now show me yours."

"It's a bit abstract," I warned, still holding my board like a deep-hidden secret. "And don't laugh!"

"I won't," he reassured. "Now flip that baby over!"

Taking a deep breath, I flipped the board over and hid my face meekly behind it.

"…." Silence greeted me.

"Is it that bad?" I asked, peeking my eyes over at him.

"N-no!" he exclaimed and looked up at me. "This is—this is really good, Serena. Did you ever take classes before?"

I shook my head. "I went to art school in like what, pre-kindergarten? But that's about it. I did a lot of concept drawings and stuff for Mode but I don't think that really counts, does it?"

Andrew took the board from me and started tracing the painting with his fingers.

"It's really unique," he said as he held it out between us so we could both see it.

"Hmm…."

I had drawn everything horizontally, with Andrew on my right and a little rectangle extending to his left. In the water I wrote lake, water, and other related words randomly in long, loopy cursive. I wrote "trees" in the shape of trees for some of the greenery and had splashes of color for others. Clouds were made in the same fashion

"I think we have an artist here," Andrew announced and jokingly punched my arm. I laughed and whacked him back.

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"It's my birthday in three weeks."

"Hmm?"

We were stargazing now, lying on a blanket in the grass. I turned my head to look at Andrew's face.

"When is it?"

"On the twenty third," he replied after meeting my gaze. "We're going celebratory clubbing but afterwards we can go out together."

"Okay," I replied softly before turning my gaze back to the night sky. "My birthday's July 7th … that's two weeks after yours."

"Hmm … we'll do something special then too," he murmured. I felt him turning to face me and I took a few moments before looking at him.

He reached over and brought his head down over mine, looking deeply into my eyes before giving me a soft, chaste kiss.

"Hmm," I smiled and pouted, eyes closed when he wouldn't give me any more. It wasn't long before his lips came crashing down on mine for a tongue-tied kiss. He rolled over me, careful to hold his weight up with his arms and we explored each other once again.

I could feel his hard-on on my thigh, driving my own wetness between my legs. I rolled us over, so that I was on top and pressed my whole body across his length. He moaned when my leg went between his in the midst of our heated kiss. He clutched at the blanket as I delved my hands in his hair and deepened our kiss.

"Serena," he growled when I pulled away and giggled. He grabbed my butt, pulling me closer to him. The proximity was unbearable.

He rolled us over again and he eyed me hungrily and started tugging at my tube top.

"Andrew!" I hissed in surprise.

"Shhh," he calmed and pulled it down to my stomach. I whimpered as he unlatched my bra and tossed it aside. My nipples hardened upon exposure. I squirmed as he gazed down at them before cupping them in his hands.

He sensually kneaded them, bringing on hasty pants from me before leaning down to kiss me again. I licked his lips and shifted my head for before access. Andrew started to move his head down to my neck, leaving butterfly kisses and stopping to lick the sensitive spot on my collar.

I gasped and gripped his back. I felt him smile before proceeding further down and burying his face between my breasts.

"A-Andrew!" It felt weird and unfamiliar.

Andrew ignored me and began to swirl his tongue over one of my nipples, continuing his ministrations on the other. I gasped and arched my body against his, as if trying to get his mouth closer, my boobs deeper. He switched over to the other one, feeding it the same attention as he had given the first.

Then he started letting his hand crawl down my stomach and to my shorts. I had to stop him there. I grabbed his hand and turned us over, slowing everything down until it was just a few pecks on the lips.

"Let's stop here," I whispered in his ear before resting my head on his chest. After we calmed down, I latched my bra back on and straightened my top.

'Sorry, Andrew, but I just can't do it.'

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"Luna!" I hissed when I felt her walking around my ankles. "You scared me half to death!"

I set down the Pearl Paint bag and went to her food/water bowls. Refilling them, I smiled as she zipped towards them and replenished herself with fresh food and water.

I grabbed the bag and waltzed over to my room before laying it besides The Blazer. I had asked Andrew if I could keep both of the paintings and he had happily complied.

When I got out of the shower, I was too tired to change into my PJs so I just flopped onto bed in my bathrobe. I was out cold in but a few seconds.

end Love on the Catwalk : Chapter 08

AN : WOW that was long oo and two semi-sex scenes :blush: THANK YOU FOR READING! REVIEWS ALWAYS WELCOME!