Under The Covers: REVISED

by lardlegs

Serena's the student, Darien's her professor how will this couple make their relationship work? NOW the revised and reedited version! Steamier! Smuttier! and utterly Seductive. Completed. REVIEW PRETTY PLEASE

3. Chapter 3

WARNING: Dark themes ahead e.g. Rape, semi-incest and sexual abuse

Chapter 21:

Ann groaned in agony. She looked herself in the bathroom mirror. Her face pale and slack. Water droplets ran down the side of her face having just washed her face. Her throat hurt from so much throwing up. How was she supposed to eat for two if she threw up after every single meal?

There was no doubt in her mind. Pregnancy sucked and she would never, ever do it again. Nope, next time she would use condoms AND the pill and the diaphragm and whatever else was out there that prevented contraception. Ann was going the whole nine yards next time.

Ann groaned. She stumbled out of her dingy bathroom and collapsed on her couch. Her head buried underneath a pillow, her limbs flung out in all directions.

She closed her eyes only briefly, hearing her stomach gurgle in hunger. She was hungry that she knew, but every time she smelt something, the same nauseating feeling swamped her and she was once again making friends with the porcelain bowl of her toilet.

The pounding on her door made her pick up her head and she groggily made her way to the door with a loud moan, "Alright! Alright I'm coming" Ann muttered as the pounding increased.

"What?" She spat out; opening her door to see the single most handsome face, she had ever bared witness. His dark strawberry blonde/brown hair hung messily all over his face, his eyes bluey violet stared intently at her.

She gasped as she took an involuntary step backwards. Her hand covered her mouth in shock. "Alan?"

"Hello Ann." His cool melodic voice wafted over to her, causing goose bumps to rise up on her skin, which was already shaking silently.

Ann blushed suddenly, remembering with horror what she must look like. Her auburn brown hair or her 'bed hair' was in disarray as it spilled messily past her shoulders. Her white tank top must have showed her slight bump, which had been growing steadily. A pure amazement to Ann since she hadn't eaten anything proper for weeks. And her pajama bottoms were old, ratty and damn comfortable.

He, on the other hand, was flawlessly clean and well dressed. Wearing a crisp blue button up top, this complimented his eyes well and washed out 'dirty' jeans, which complimented his arse.

"Can I come in?" Alan enquired, as Ann made no movement to move from her stupor in front of the doorway.

Ann wordlessly gestured him inside, shutting the door behind him. Trying hard not to hyperventilate. "What are you doing here Alan?" Her voice squeaked out.

"Is that any way to treat your step brother?" Alan teased. He surveyed her small run down apartment with mild curiosity.

"Step brother, my ass." Ann muttered, side stepping him and flopped back down on the couch, this time facing up wards. "What are you doing here Alan?" She repeated.

Alan and Ann were stepbrother and sister. They had grown up together as brother and sister and were as close as two stepsiblings could get considering they had a broken family and were raised with no love lost in their family.

As they grew older, they learnt to accept and ignore the various moans and banging of the walls, as one or both of their parents took strangers practically of the street and into their bed for a quick fuck.

Once when both parents were passed out, one of their regular 'fuckers' came round to Ann's room. She was only 6 years old when she discovered the sick pleasure of his hands fondling her non-existent boobs and was first touched down there. Alan had found out and protected her from any further attempts but on her 10th birthday, she was raped brutally and Alan swore to take her away and protect her from all harm.

He was only a year older then her and was useless against the powerful, older men that entered their house at all hours. Ann was 12 when she turned to Alan for comfort and together they experienced pleasure that no other could bring.

For years, in their teenage years, they had kept their relationship a secret; both loved each other so immensely but were afraid to admit it. Then they turned eighteen, escaped their family, went off to collage and went their separate ways. The last time Ann had seen her brother, was over two years ago.

"What have you been up to Ann dearest?" Alan asked scooting over to sit beside her.

Ann debated telling him the truth of her pregnancy status, "Answer my question first and I'll answer yours." She told him coyly.

He sighed and looked her dead in the eye, "I was worried about you. Something told me to come here and make sure that you're alright,"

Ann scoffed. She broke away from his hypnotizing eyes, "Bit late for that brother"

Alan growled when he heard Ann spit out the word brother. He pinned her down to the couch, her hands restrained above her.

Her eyes widened in shock and fear before she quickly masked it up. "Let go of me you sick bastard." Ann twisted her body trying to squirm her way out of his tight gasp.

"No." Was his heated whisper before his mouth crushed hers.

Ann tensed up before relaxing, moaning into the kiss. Alan slipped his tongue into her wet cavern of her mouth. The familiarity of his body up against hers, made her loosen up and she eagerly reacquainted her self with her stepbrother.

"God, I've missed you Ann." Alan whispered hot hair over her sensitive skin at her neck.

Ann let out a whimper as he left her to take off her tank top revealing her milky globes to him, which he eagerly swooped down and nibbled. Her nipples already hard pebbles, her breathing hitched as his hands ran over her baby bump.

"Need. You. To. Take. This slow. Please." Ann gasped out in moans of pleasure. Alan wriggled his hand under her bottoms.

Ann hurriedly got rid of his shirt that stood in the way of skin-to-skin contact. Her eyes hungrily ran over his well-defined lean body appreciatively.

"So wet for me already baby." Alan whispered as his fingers ran over her mound.

"Please Alan."

Alan quickly shed himself of his jeans and boxers and Ann took off her juice soaked thong. Ann waited for Alan to join her, unable to resist the temptation, she reached down and fondled her self.

Alan watched her face contort in pleasure. Her fingers searched for her sweet spot. Alan nudged her hand away and without a second thought plunged his throbbing cock into her wet slickness.

Ann let out a low groan and bucked her hips to meet his. His pace picking up till he was slamming into her over and over. She latched onto his back. Her nails dug painfully into his skin as the pleasure took over her body.

Ann felt herself rapidly approaching. Alan's dick brushed her center repeatedly. She screamed, her legs clamped around him. Alan roared as he let himself empty inside of her.

He flopped on top of her tiredly but she quickly pushed him off her, aware that Alan could very well squish her child. She had heard that engaging in intercourse during the pregnancy wouldn't harm the child. But Alan had been very rough. She could feel the bruises forming on her thighs and upper arms were he had grabbed her earlier.

"Fuck."

"Fuck indeed Alan; I used to think that you had more stamina then that."

He let out a rumbling laugh, "Oh, I'll prove to you how much stamina I have Ann, you haven't seen anything yet."

"I'll hold you to that," Ann rolled over so she was half leaning on Alan, "God, I'm craving a pineapple and salmon smoothie right now."

"What?!"

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Again short but... it had smut though not smut you may all be want.

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Chapter 22:

Mina was actually the last one to go to sleep that night and the first one to awaken the following morning, despite her tiredness. Her thoughts never strayed far from Malachite's unfaithfulness. Mina sniffled. Her nose was blocked and she couldn't stop crying. No matter how much, she 'let it out' or consumed endless amounts of comfort food.

But what really ate at her insides was her harsh back lashing at Serena. She could tell that she had deeply affected her blonde comrade at arms, with her harsh words and treatment, which was unfairly ravished upon her.

It was like she was channeling a much nastier and meaner Raye. But Raye however, after having fought and/or argued with Serena knew when to back off.

That morning at breakfast no matter how hard Mina tried to ignore Serena or how much her insides churned in her stomach, she couldn't bring herself to make up and say sorry.

Mina knew that she was partly to blame with the Michael fiasco, she had after all set them up, but she also knew that she had made some valid points and that Serena had serious issues to sort through.

Mina feared that Serena would continue to live in denial, with her love life, if Mina, went out there and apologized to Serena.

Actually, Serena was making herself useful for once; cleaning up after the havoc the four girls had created last night. Raye even proudly reported that Serena was even starting on her last minute homework and assignments.

Mina cringed at the memory that enfolded at that unforgettable breakfast, a couple of hours earlier. Mina had tactlessly lashed out again at Serena, as she was more than happily devouring Lita's world-class waffles with strawberries. Serena's simple question of how Lita's relationship with Ken was progressing had been blown way out of proportion.

She had seen the confused face that Serena sported when she looked at Lita questioningly. The brown-haired woman somewhat shame facedly admitted that she and Ken had started going out soon after Serena and Michael had first hooked up.

Mina also noticed with a certain degree of glee when Serena's face contorted up in hurt and she uttered a disinclined congratulations. Serena had then hurried away and locked her self in the bathroom, from which a radiant freshly – showered Raye, emerged.

The raven head picked up on the tension filled room and sighed before rubbing her forehead. A sure sign that no matter what they said, she was going to get a headache.

"What exactly happened after I left last night?"

*-*-*-*

The sun was just reaching its zenith when Serena decided to go on a walk. Away from the stifling atmosphere, that she reluctantly called her dorm. Mina was still locked up in Lita's room after Raye's verbal bashing when she heard what Mina had said and done to Serena.

Serena's first instinct was to go to Darien's apartment or innocently sit in on one of his lectures that she knew that he had in a couple of hours. With a pang of jealousy, Serena remembered Darien's late night visitor last night.

"Surely she must have kept him occupied last night," Serena muttered distastefully to herself, kicking a loose stone down the pathway.

Predictably, she suddenly lurched forward, when said stone and lame foot tripped up over each other. Serena closed her eyes, unwilling to see the ground rush up to meet the rest of her, so far un-bruised body.

Serena's eyes automatically snapped open when she felt someone grab her hastily around her waist, preventing her from hitting the cement with a painful smack.

She heard her savior laugh behind her quietly as he placed her back on her two feet, "Still not over the klutz attacks eh, meatball head?"

Serena gasped sharply, spinning around quickly only to promptly land on her derrière. His mouth twisted into a smirk above her showing her, his amusement.

She took this opportunity to promptly check out her looming adversary. Serena squinted away from the bright rays of light that was streaming directly in her eyes.

He was more then dressed up then normal as he wore a simple polo shirt with a charcoal jacket and black slacks. The jacket pronounced his broad shoulders.

"You going to let me sit here all day?" Serena asked with a pout.

Darien automatically reached out his hand to pull up the slightly flushed blonde up. Truth be told, he was admiring the view he had when he was standing above her. He had the perfect advantage view of Serena's low cut V neck top revealed more than what she originally thought.

Serena noticed, surprised that she stood outside of Darien's apartment building. Obviously, when you think of Darien, your feet lead you to Darien. Serena brushed her navy blue track pants, which clung to her shapely behind, off.

Darien let out a low growl of warning. Already, feeling the affects the woman that stood in front of him produced.

Serena; however was in inner conflict. Half of her, the sane rational part that Mina was trying to crack into both late last night and then this morning urged her not to engage herself into any activities with the devilish handsome man who was looking straight into her soul.

Serena knew that she had to figure this entire thing out, reassess what she wanted. Before something, even more drastic happened.

Though her heart and body urged her to give into her more primal desires and lead him back up to his apartment. She knew she couldn't. Not yet.

"You and Seiya?" asked Darien, snapping Serena out of her trance and inner battle.

"Over for good. He intends to marry Ann and make her a semi decent human being. If not, a decent mother at least, to his child."

Then she blurted something out without much thought that caused Darien to look embarrassed, "You and Beryl?"

"Uh... Serena-"

"What? Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that... um."

"It's alright," Darien reassured, running his eyes over her flushed body.

He didn't know why he was so relieved when Serena had declared that Seiya and her were over for good. It was like a weight had been lifted off Darien's chest. He didn't have to share Serena with anyone else anymore. The thought pleased him immensely.

Serena took, a hesitant step forwards, aching to run her hands through his wild hair and over his shoulders and back. She suppressed a moan of desire as she visualized all the naughty things she wanted to do to him. All the things that she voluntarily deprived herself of.

Darien heard her stifled moan and raised an eyebrow. He didn't waste anymore time, gathering the petite girl his arms and dipped his head. Lowering himself closer to her, his lips tenderly touched the softness of her lips.

Darien let out another low groan, "God, you taste good."

Serena's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Her mouth opened allowing him to slip his sensuous tongue inside the sweet cavern of her mouth. He dueled languidly with her tongue. Not fighting for dominance, but instead evoking a slow awakening of their senses.

He pulled back slightly, chastely pecking her puckered up strawberry flavored lips, no doubt because of her lip-gloss.

She exhaled Darien's name, sliding a leg between Darien's, giving them more pelvic to pelvic contact. Darien could feel her smile across his lips.

"Darien…"

He reluctantly broke away from her when he remembered where he was going before he 'saved' Serena from falling flat on her face, which failed when she fell straight on her butt.

"Wait... Serena," Darien said, trying to avert her lips as she reached up to recapture his lips in between her teeth.

He pushed her away suddenly, jerking her out of her lust fogged mind before he hurriedly wrapped his arms around her again except this time keeping a more respectable distance. "Serena, as much as I would love to drag you up to my apartment and continue to ravish you, I can't. I'm going to be late for a really important lecture."

"A lecturer going to a lecture?" Serena teased with an easy going smile, indiscreetly trying to wiggle her way out of his firm hold, and back into his arms.

Darien smiled tightly, increasing the pressure of his hand on her before she could wrench herself and flee. Something that wasn't totally uncommon for her lately, "You can always join me if you have nothing else to do."

"Err, I'm not exactly dressed for a lecture, Darien," Serena reminded, with a sweep of her hand, indicating her trackies and top.

"Easy, just run up to my apartment and change, it will also give me time to freshen up," Darien added with a devious wink.

Serena smiled amused over his attempts for her to join him. Darien immediately ushered her into his apartment building and up to the elevator before she finally admitted defeat.

She would definitely rearrange her priorities after today. This one-day, would be her last day of 'freedom'. And she was hell bent on enjoying it, damn Mina or anyone else who might ruin it for her.

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Ann laughed, harder than she had in years. Alan had seen her in all her highs and lows and now after twenty-two years of knowing each other it was a bit late to go back to play the blushing virgin.

They had spent a whole day of just catching up and chilling out at Ann's apartment (after going at it 3 more times). They now sat snuggled up to each other on Ann's ratty couch empty Chinese containers surrounded them. Ann's second hand radio blared at them.

"And that folks was Maroon 5- 'She will be loved', up next we have the very best Usher with 'Confession part II'." Ann listened half-heartedly to the radio as she shifted away from Alan's wondering hands with a mock glare.

You would think that with the money that Ann earned from working at The Dance club that she would live and have much better appliances and furniture. But what most people didn't know but most suspected, was that she blew it all on illegal drugs and alcohol before the week was even up.

These are my confessions

Just when I thought I said all I can say

My chick on the side said she got one on the way

These are my confessions

Man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do

I guess I gotta give you part 2 of my confessions

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all

Damn near cried when I got that phone call

I'm so thrown and I don't know what to do

But to give to you part 2 of my confessions.

The song triggered something inside of Ann. It reminded her of the situation she was in with Seiya and now Alan. So far, she had managed to avoid the whole 'baby' issue with Alan. It wasn't like she was ashamed of the life growing inside of her, it was more an matter of what Alan's reaction might be and how hurt he would be... possibly even disgusted.

Ann knew deep down that the more she procrastinated about telling Alan and the longer they spent together, the more he would hurt when he did find out the truth. It was better to nip it in the bud before it could bloom.

Now this gon' be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do

Got me talkin' to myself askin' how I'm gon' tell you

'Bout that chick on part 1 I told ya I was creepin' with, creepin' with

Say she's 3 months pregnant and she's keepin' it

First thing that came to mind was you

Second thing was how do I know if it's mine and is it true

Third thing was me wishin' that I never did what I did

How I ain't ready for no kid and bye bye to our relationship

"Alan, there is something I need to tell you... and it's fairly important," Ann trailed away uncertainly, thinking back on all the events that passed them by this day. Did she really want to ruin it now? Did she want to admit the truth to him, the only person who she felt she could really relate to.

"What is it?" Alan asked softly, brushing away her dark hair from her seemingly innocent face. He swiveled around so he could see her clearly.

"You can tell me," He coaxed when he saw Ann rapidly retreat back to her shell. His hand rubbed her back reassuringly, sending little tingles right down to her toes that only made her want to cry in remorse.

Sitting here stuck on stupid, trying to figure out

When, what and how I'mma let this come out of my mouth

See it ain't gonna' be easy

But I need to stop thinkin', contemplatin'

Be a man and get it over with (over with)

I'm ridin' in my whip

Racin' to her place

Talkin' to myself

Preparin' to tell her to her face

She opened the door and didn't wanna come near me

I said one second baby

Please hear me

Ann suddenly lifted her head up from the security and shelter of his neck when she heard the front door open and close with a considerably loud bang and then Seiya's voice ring out.

"Ann? I brought some baby books with me! I was in the bookstore today and I just couldn't believe the titles I mean 'What to expect when expecting?' C'mon can they be just a little bit more original?" Seiya rambled. He held the stack load of books above his head only to stop dramatically when he saw the intimate position she was currently in.

"Seiya! What are you doing here? Well apart from the books," Ann said stating the obvious. "How did you get in?" She asked, jumping guiltily off the couch. Silently giving a prayer of thanks to whatever higher being there was out there, that she was luckily wearing clothes.

These are my confessions

Just when I thought I said all I can say

My chick on the side said she got one on the way

These are my confessions

Man I'm thrown and I don't know what to do

I guess I gotta give you part 2

Confessions

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all

Damn near cried when I got that phone call

I'm so thrown and I don't know what to do

But to give you part 2 of my confessions

"Umm... The door was unlocked?" Seiya answered in a questioning voice. He stared past Ann at the man who was lounging comfortably on the couch without a care in the word.

Seiya could see that the other man was no doubt handsome both in his looks and attitude. Though Seiya could also decipher with a growing unease that his body language portrayed that he didn't give two fucks who the man who just walked into Ann's apartment waving books over his head like a mad man. The stranger's body language was also slightly angled portraying a certain protectiveness towards Ann.

Like the other man was a coiled tiger waiting for Ann to be harmed so he could leap up and attack Seiya.

"Sorry didn't know that you had company over," Seiya mumbled as he broke his concentration line when Alan suddenly looked up.

Ann looked between her 'step brother' and new fiancé worriedly already feeling the tension rise, "Seiya, this is my stepbrother Alan, Alan this is Seiya."

This is far the hardest thing I think I ever had to do

To tell you, the woman I love

That I'm having a baby by a woman that I barely even know

And hopefully you'll give me another chance

This ain't about my career

This ain't about my life

It's about us,

Please.

"Her fiancé," Seiya quickly supplied, when Alan didn't automatically acknowledge him. Relieved to find out that he was Ann's stepbrother and not a secret lover, whom she had been trying to hide.

Seiya's declaration, finally garnered a response from Alan. He looked at Ann sharply; his face flickered between hurt and shock before he settled on a mask of cold indifference.

"Congratulations," Alan bit out, turning his icy cold exterior to Seiya.

"Thanks, were also expecting but I guess Ann already told you all about that!" Seiya exclaimed, a little unnerved by his cold glaze.

Ann's mouth closed and opened like a fish as she stared at Seiya dumbfounded. She was going to wring his neck! Ann held her stomach suddenly as she was about to be sick. Her shoulders trembled as she stood in the middle of Alan and Seiya.

"I'm afraid she's left out some MAJOR details since we've last talked," Alan's voice was just as cold and unwelcoming as his eyes.

These are my confessions

Just when I thought I said all I can say

My chick on the side said she got one on the way

These are my confessions

Man I'm thrown and I don't know what to do

I guess I gotta give you part 2

Confessions

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all

Damn near cried when I got that phone call

I'm so thrown and I don't know what to do

But to give you part 2 of my confessions.

"Uh... about that Ann, the reason I came over was to ask you when you wanted to go out to buy your engagement ring?" Seiya asked oblivious to the fact that he had long ago stuck his foot in his mouth.

"It seems like you two need to talk, so I'll just let myself out," Alan said hearing enough. He slipped past both Seiya and Ann who made no move to stop him.

"Stepsister my ass," Alan threw back the words that Ann uttered when he first appeared on her doorstep only earlier this morning, when he passed her.

As Ann heard the front door band shut behind him, she sunk to the floor in heart wrenching sobs. The only man she truly loved in a world where love was evasive and artificial, had walked straight out of her door and possibly even out of her life for good.

"And that folks was Usher with Confessions part II!"

Ann heard the radio drown out as she was suddenly pitched into a wave of darkness.

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I've noticed that I haven't gotten as many reviews as I have before and I limited it down to 3 possibilities: a) I've become a sucker writer and nobody likes to read 'Under the Covers' no more!! b) reviewers are becoming lazier and not reviewing or c) all of the above.

Either way my point is review!! And make me just a tiny bit happier!!

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Hiya everybody. Wanted to tell you how much I appreciated your sweet and sometimes not so sweet reviews... and here's to answer all the questions you guys asked me

Yes Serena is very confused.

No Serena is not getting together with Alan (she's confused enough as it is)

Yes Serena is on the pill.

Yes Serena thinks that Beryl and Darien are broken up but she has her doubts since she saw Beryl go up to his apartment and Darien has not told Serena anything.

Yes Serena and Darien will end up together and yes there will be more chapters with them in it.

Darien and Serena are madly in love with each other but they don't realize it yet.

Ann is pregnant and tell me if you want her with Alan or Seiya

And Beryl will die a horrible and miserable death.

And yes I know that I may be dragging the story a little bit I love writing this story as much as you guys love reading it so it will continue to drag till it reaches a cliché ending.

And no I didn't want to make you guys feel guilty into reviewing or anything but thank you for doing it anyways (reviewing not feeling guilty)

Chapter 23:

Darien took Serena's hand as soon as they left the lecture hall. They had been separated, sitting in different areas just in case someone noticed them and now he was more then making up for the loss of contact.

"Where too now miss?" Darien asked as they swung their arms together comfortably.

"Anywhere," She answered dreamily.

They walked peacefully down the sidewalk before Darien spoke up again, "Andrew's birthday's coming up, you know."

"Yeah... I know. I start of got the point when he invited me to join in the celebrations of a twenty-eight year old man,"

"Twenty-eight? Damn were getting old," Darien muttered faintly to himself.

Serena hit him playfully on his shoulder, "Next thing you'll know mid life crisis will hit you."

"Ha-ha, very funny meatball head."

"Hey don't pick on my hair style! You try having this kind of long hair and then figuring out the best way to tie it up everyday,"

Darien drew her into his arms, "Oh yes, I'm just grateful that you're MY meatball head."

Serena smiled as she lent up and kissed him innocently on the lips for the smallest of seconds before grinning up at him. "So what do you recommend I get Andrew for a present? In fact what do you give guys that they don't already have?"

"Huh?"

"C'mon Darien, think about it. The standard presents for a guy includes, socks, ties, shirts, watches, cologne and my personal favourite – boxers. I'm trying to be original here."

Darien shrugged helplessly as Serena ranted, "Why don't you make him something? Or give him something that reminds him of you?"

"I know I'll give him a photo frame with my picture in it... Then again maybe his girlfriend will get the wrong idea," Serena ended with a frown.

"Serena, I'm sure whatever you give him, it will be wonderful," Darien tried to soothe as he tried to coax Serena back into his embrace.

"What are you getting him?" Serena blurted, turning to him for the first time in her little fiasco.

"Uh... a pat on the back for making it to twenty-eight?" Darien asked unenthusiastically.

Serena eyed him before folding her arms over her chest, which only drew his attention from her earnest face to her heaving breasts.

"You're such a teenager Darien, aren't you supposed to be in control of your hormones now? Getting turned on by a jiggling set of bosoms," Serena scoffed, noticing his eyes travel downwards.

Darien growled quietly in the back of his throat as his midnight blue eyes darkened, "Your colorful words are really helping a lot Serena."

He took a tantalizing step forward as she let out a small 'eep'

"We're in a public place!" She hissed as he started to come closer into her personal space. Her disloyal body, on the other hand, more than readily welcomed this intrusion.

"All the more tantalizing my dear," He whispered huskily, bending low to whisper in her ear.

Serena grabbed his hand suddenly and nearly tripped him over, "Let's take this somewhere more private!" She yelled over to Darien before muttering to herself, "Where I can devour you full heartedly."

He laughed as he jogged to catch up with the rapidly retreating blonde; the same thoughts racing threw both their heads.

Darien peeled of her silk blouse before flinging it over their heads. His mouth swooped down to recapture her already swollen and slightly bruised kissed lips again. His tongue plundered hers while he skimmed his lightweight fingertips over her heated skin on her back.

His fingers expertly released the clasp of her lacy bra before flinging that away over their heads, not once breaking away from her enticing mouth.

Serena tipped her head back with a low moan as Darien trailed heated kisses down her neck. He gently pressed her onto the bed behind her. Shrugging his pants off, his powerful legs with a dignified ease, in the process.

"Serena," Darien murmured over the skin on the swell of her breasts. Her uneven breaths and moans of pleasure pounded in his ear as he captured her nipple in his mouth. Swirling it around in his mouth with his tongue.

"Ugh Darien, stop with the foreplay already," She gasped out as she arched her body off the bed. He bit down hard on her nipple before swirling it with his tongue again in apology before preceding to her other neglected breast.

His hands massaged the sides of be breasts while he tried to slip a leg in between her legs before meeting a barrier. He growled with aggravation as he nearly ripped her knee length skirt off Serena.

Darien looked sheepishly at Serena when he heard the inevitable sound of the rip of the dress with his rash man handling. However, she merely smiled leisurely up at him and got rid of the skirt herself effortlessly.

He watched with growing interest as she reached down and slid her finger over her soaked panties with a seductive smirk. She arched her hips to divulge herself off the offending garment when Darien stopped her with his hand.

He lent down and inhaled the familiar musk of her sex, before gently picking up the thong with his blunt teeth. He tugged them down and out of his way before burying his face into her warm pussy.

She let out an intense whimper when he traced her inner lips with the slightest touch of his tongue before it retreated again.

Darien placed his hands on her thighs, keeping them as far away as possible, giving him more room to access her with.

"Darien," She sighed achingly, arching her hips into his mouth to continue pleasuring her.

He chuckled, easily holding her down. Darien darted out his tongue again to swipe at her nether lips - once, twice before he furiously ate her out. Her heavy, musky, feminine scent and muffled moans of rapture egged him on.

She tangled her hands into his hair, holding him firmly in place. Serena thrust her hips up to meet his awaiting tongue and teeth that nibbled at her core, softly sending tiny shocks of pleasure and awareness to race over her heated skin.

Serena could tell that he was deliberately avoiding her jewel. Sweeping over it, with his tongue but never attacking it like she wanted him desperately too.

"Please, Please…" Serena begged. Feeling herself titter on the precipice of her completion.

He abruptly moved his head from in between her cream colored legs and just as suddenly plunged two fingers in her wet, dripping pussy. He added another, as she grew accustomed to his welcomed intrusion.

"Urgh."

Her body rocked with intensified pleasure as his magical fingers repeatedly and rapidly rubbed against her core. Darien could feel her lower, leg muscles tensing up against his hand gripping her thigh as an overwhelming orgasm washed over her.

"Oh my god, Darien!"

She let a short scream, cumming around his fingers that continued to rub her centre as her juices flowed down his hand and onto the bed.

She leant her head back onto the soft mattress. Already feeling the muscles in her neck tense up, from looking down at the man who lay between her legs. His fingers were in his own mouth, eagerly gulped down any of her excess sweetness.

Darien crawled back up over her with an excited grin, kissing her soundly on the mouth. She could taste herself on his lips and it brought a silly grin to her lips as well.

He flopped down next to her, "Talk about old age, I need to rest a while."

Serena smiled and cuddled her warm and slightly sticky body against his. "I've gotten my kicks, so I'm all good."

Darien groaned, eying his hard on with a weary eye.

Then he heard something that made his blood run cold, "Darien! Where are you my sweet lover?"

"Shit."

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Chapter 24:

"Darien!" Beryl song singed.

She watched with amusement as Darien came sliding out of his bedroom, breathless and with only his jeans on. She smirked, raking her eyes over his muscled body, which was slightly sweaty and heaving.

"Mmm," Beryl murmured in satisfaction, stalking closer to him.

"What!...Err what are you doing here Beryl?" Darien managed to squeeze out while still standing his ground, refusing to back away while re-gaining his breath.

"What? Can't I come around any more? After what happened two nights ago, I would have thought you would be begging for more, I know I am," Beryl purred with a sly wink.

Darien barely managed to suppress a disgusted shudder when her hand landed on him, her nails digging and sinking into his taunt skin.

"Beryl, you should go," Darien said quietly but fiercely, picking up her hand and dropped it to her side.

She pouted, "Aww Darien."

Darien sneaked a glance toward his bedroom door, making sure that it was firmly shut and desperately wishing that Serena couldn't hear any of this.

"Beryl," Darien said threw clenched teeth, "Now is not a good time but trust me when I say that don't worry about calling me cause I will definitely get back to you... there are a few things we have to sort out."

"I know one thing right now that needs immediate sorting," Beryl purred before latching her mouth onto Darien's.

His eyes widened in shock, as he stood dumbfounded, too stunned to push her away immediately. She attacked his lips, a faint echo of Serena's soft caresses, which she had bestowed on him only minutes before.

They both didn't hear the loud, painful gasp coming from the direction of the bedroom or the soft 'click' of the bedroom door closing. Darien slowly came to his senses and tried to break free of Beryl's surprisingly strong and demanding hold.

"Don't deny it baby, I know I still have an effect on you," Beryl purred, grabbing his balls through his jeans and gently squeezed his semi- erect dick, the reminder of Serena's torture not Beryl's allure.

"Don't!" Darien bit out, jumping back from her as if burnt, "You and I both know that any real attraction between us died long ago. All you feel now is lust because that's all you know how to feel."

Beryl who; by nature was not easily put off only smiled devilish back at Darien and tried to advance on him again but he held her back.

"Beryl listen to me carefully and listen good because I'm only saying this once. It's over and the sooner you accept that, the sooner we can move on."

Beryl snapped back and looked at Darien squarely in the eye, "You're in love with someone else aren't you?" She asked softly. The lust and desire that clouded her eyes slowly melted away.

"What? No!"

"You are, oh my god! I can't believe I didn't see this sooner. And here I thought that you were playing the elusive bad boy sex god role."

Darien opened and closed his mouth in astonishment as he watched as Beryl continued to muse to herself.

Beryl's eyes snapped back up to his gleaming chest and half nakedness and gasped again, "She's in there isn't she?" Beryl asked indicting his bedroom, the pieces finally fitting into place.

She didn't give Darien a chance to come up with a feeble excuse as she hastily backed up away from Darien and then with a last – reproachful look left his apartment for the last time.

Darien made no move to chase after Beryl, not that he had any real desire to. His encounters with Beryl were becoming physically draining. He sighed as he slumped to the side of his wall.

He rubbed his eye tiredly with the palm of his hand before shuffling to his bedroom, stopping short right after opening it going inside. His eyes immediately sort out Serena who was fully dressed and ready to walk out of his room.

"Wait! Serena-"

She shook him off, "I'll just leave you and your' ho in peace Darien. I don't want to be your dirty little secret anymore."

"Serena-" Darien pleaded.

"No! You listen to me Darien! You lied to me; you told me that it was over between you and that bitch! And know I find that you're still sleeping with her? What is that?"

Serena didn't even notice the tears that started running down her face as she ranted but Darien was acutely aware of each salty tear drop. His brow creased in a frown, his hand automatically reaching out to brush away her tears.

She gasped at the brief and tender touch he bestowed on her cheek, kicking herself mentally for letting his touch affect her so much. No matter how much she tried to deny it, no matter how long she was with Darien and experienced his harsh kisses and fleeting touches, it always sparked something inside her and it scared her.

"I'm sorry Serena, you know she doesn't mean anything to me," Darien reassured softly, transfixed by her baby blue eyes.

"Darien," Serena whimpered as his lips brushed past hers.

"Please stay," Darien requested, cupping her face in his hands.

Serena nodded against her better judgment and his lips danced across her lips once more. Serena knew she should put up a more convincing fight, they had so much unresolved tension between them. Except, right at that moment, Serena didn't care much, apart from the feel of Darien's lips and hands on her.

"God Serena," Darien moaned.

It took everything in Darien not to just rip off Serena's clothes, slam her onto his bed, and ride her into orgasmic bliss. Instead, he pampered her with soft kisses and even softer caresses.

Serena moaned, feeling his hot, wet tongue slide down her neck, which was one of her many sensitive spots. She barely managed to suppress another moan when her jacket quietly fell to the floor quickly followed by her shirt.

Darien looked up at her in a haze of lust when he saw that she still wasn't wearing a bra. Serena shrugged helplessly, when she had redressed, she hadn't paid much notice to her lack of under garments, to wrapped up in her justified anger and sense of betrayal and jealousy.

"You're so beautiful," Darien murmured in awe, peppering kisses up and down the side of her heaving breasts, her breathing becoming more ragged.

Serena clung to his naked chest in desperation as he sucked gently on her engorged nipple, swirling it around in his mouth before sucking on it with more vigor.

"So amazing," Darien breathed.

Before their 'interruption', it had been all about Serena, pleasuring her until she reached that special place, but now it was about both of them. They were finding comfort and safety in each other. Renewing their 'love' and re-strengthening the bonds that held them together.

Serena tugged down his jeans, unsurprised when his erection sprung up beneath her welcoming hands. Darien stopped her before she could grasp him fully and pushed her gently back onto the un-made bed.

"I want to come in you baby, I want to hear you scream out my name over and over again. I want to ravish you in the way you deserve, I want to pound into you till your boneless and feel like jelly and I want you to beg for just a little bit more."

Serena shivered in anticipation, his words sending an electric shock down her body, making her flush as she responded to his dirty, erotic words. Making her wet just a little bit more, making her want for him grow just a little bit more.

"Please…" she begged. Darien moved slightly away from her withering naked body.

"I could never deny you Sere, just like I can't let you go."

Serena whimpered when he pounced onto her, pinning her affectively beneath him. He rubbed his erection against her outer folds. She grunted, trying to buck her hips up.

"Please…" She begged again.

Darien smiled, and leaned down to catch Serena mouth in a slow, wet kiss before impaling himself in her slick chasm.

They moaned simultaneously as Darien pushed himself right up to his hilt before pulling out again.

He bit his inner cheek, fighting valiantly to keep the pace slow and his thrusts deep, before his inner more primal urges surged forward and he eagerly increased the pace. The only noise that could be heard were, Serena's nearly incoherent demands to be fucked harder and faster. Her moans of ecstasy rung through Darien's ears.

Serena clung to his shoulders and back as she bucked underneath him, "Oh yeah! Right there."

Darien fastened his pace, his hand gripping her legs as he thrust in and out of her. Serena's back arched off the bed as she felt her orgasm rip through her entire body, her inner muscles squeezed Darien's throbbing cock. His wild thrusts slowed dramatically, riding their orgasm out together.

Darien shuddered and with a deep, guttural groan emptied his spendings' in her. He breathed heavily into the crook of Serena's neck. Utterly exhausted. Darien pulled his deflating member out of her sweet cunny, before lying down next to Serena. She smiled lazily, nuzzling into his side.

"I think its time for a little pay back," She purred seductively, quickly stroking him back life.

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Oi! Can someone please tell MaryMagdalene912 that this story is my own and it's not very nice when other people try to take your idea for the story. Honestly, has no one heard of manners?

Chapter 25:

"Oh my god, c'mere Darien!" Serena called as she stared at the TV screen in horror.

After their love making, which had lasted several hours, Darien suggested some food would be most satisfactory and Serena agreed. So there they were, Darien in the kitchen, preparing dinner and Serena banished to the couch after her failed attempt to help.

"What?" Darien asked, coming out of the kitchen while wiping his hands on a tea towel.

"Ssh," She quieted, turning up the volume on the remote.

"In other news, earlier this evening a young woman, identified as Beryl Negaverse has been run over by a car just outside this complex building. Witnesses recount that she ran outside of the building in distress, and right into the incoming traffic. The driver of the SUV, says that he didn't have time to swerve away as she ran right into front of him and his car. According to witnesses, she hit the front of his car hard and then rolled up onto his windshield. Ms. Negaverse was immediately transported to a hospital. She was identified as already under the influence of coke and ecstasy. It has been reported that medical officers were unable to pump her stomach due to broken ribs and extensive internal bleeding; Ms. Negaverse has passed away shortly after. Sandra?"

"Oh my God! We were here and she was there but she was here and that was your building! We were having make- up sex and she got ran over and oh my god Beryl is dead!" Serena broke up in hysterics, gesturing around her frantically.

Darien sunk to the couch beside Serena in shock; his eyes wide open, and his hands trembled slightly. Their last encounter ran over and over in his head as he tried to come to terms with her unsuspecting death.

Not since his parents' death had he wondered. If only...

He barely noticed, Serena shooting up from the couch and walking over to his balcony, leaning over the rails as far as she could.

"You can't see the main street from there Serena, It looks towards the park," Darien mumbled absentmindedly. He stood up on numb feet and walked (did he walk? He couldn't quite remember) over towards Serena.

Beside his own logic, Darien leaned over the railing with Serena; both searched hopelessly below them for a sign or a clue that Beryl was still in fact alive and well. Drugged up and high maybe, but still alive.

"Darien, I think its time I transferred from your class. That way we won't be doing anything illegal and we can still be together," Serena said stepping away from the railing as a cold rush of wind swept around her.

"Serena, what are you talking about? Beryl just DIED!!" Darien shouted, turning around to face the shivering blonde.

"I know. So much has been going on these last couple of months."

Darien grabbed her shoulders roughly, quivering in rage and shock; barely restraining himself from shaking her like a lifeless rag doll, until some common sense broke through.

Serena winced but didn't try to break away from his strong hold. His bruising grip, branded a mark on her porcelain skin.

"Don't you get it at all Serena? A woman died tonight because of us - because of me. And while she was fighting for her life, we were up here fucking for our lives. Do you understand? Do you?" Darien punctuated, giving her one big shake before abruptly releasing her, causing Serena to stumble backwards. Darien brushed past her, stalking into his apartment.

Serena's lip trembled, trying not to let the unshed tears fall down her face. She gripped the railing until her knuckles turned white. She tried to pretend that she couldn't hear the faint sounds of Darien puking in the bathroom, while trying to contain her own bile and vomit.

Never in her life had she felt so disgusted at herself. Never in her life had Darien physically hurt her, like he did just then, apart from their rough and kinky sex fantasies they sometimes played out.

There were only two options that Serena could choose right now. The first was to high tailing it out of there, giving Darien the space and time to come to terms with his grief and guilt. The other option, the scarier option, was to stay and stick it out and frankly Serena was tired of running away and then running around in endless circles.

She took a deep breath and she mentally let down her barriers because when you're most vulnerable, others will be more receptive. Or that was her new theory any way.

"Darien?" Serena called out hesitantly, knocking on the bathroom door tentatively.

"What if? - That's what I keep asking myself. That's what keeps repeating in my brain. What if?" Darien said numbly.

Serena's heart broke at the sight of her beloved Darien staring soundlessly at himself through the mirror but not seeing himself, but the reflection of a certain red head.

"Oh Darien."

Darien chuckled, turning away from the mirror to face Serena, "It's funny. When she was alive no one could stand her, least of all me. But now she's gone..."

Serena smiled sadly, taking Darien into her arms and guided him to the couch in the lounge room. Now, it was Serena's turn to comfort Darien.

"It wasn't your fault she died Darien," Serena said simply. Wrapping them up in the, earlier discarded, blanket.

Darien looked at Serena sharply, unsure if she could read minds or just knew him so intensely that she could understand what he might be thinking.

"I should have done something, made her see sense rather then letting her storm out of here."

"This is so Romeo and Juliet. You can't see the future Darien, we can't predict that future and you couldn't have done anything more than you already did. If she was meant to die, it wouldn't matter what you did or what you said, she would have still died,"

"Whatever your feeling Darien, don't hold it in, let it out. Be angry, be sad but don't bottle up. What's done is done and the facts are Beryl died and we're alive. So live."

Darien buried his face in Serena's robe, because that's all she was wearing, then he let the floodgates open, and he could feel himself be emotionally drained as he cried into Serena's shoulder. She soothingly rubbed his trembling back.

"Everything will be ok, its not you're fault. Everything will be ok."

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Happy? I killed Beryl as I promised and now you can expect to see further developments between Serena and Darien but no I don't think they'll be popping out children any time soon, Ann is the pregnant one in the story.

Sorry it was so short also!

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This chapter is dedicated to my bully Conor (who doesn't ever read my stories but I'm still dedicating it to you) who without you the place would be with one less bully. BACK OFF!! With love from your bulli.

Thanks for all the reviews... again and I'm sorry that if you think that Beryl death was a bit sudden but to me – still necessary.

Here's some insight of what I was going to do with the whole Ann/Seiya/Alan thing. I was going to make Alan fall madly in love with Mina but then I got to many complainants of the lack of Sere and Dare action so I postponed it then I scrapped the whole idea. So, we're right back at the beginning.

Chapter 26:

Alan fell unto his motel room bed on his stomach with a heavy thud. He closed his eyes tightly. How could he be so stupid! This was his stepsister! It was illegal and morally wrong and sick but the truly sick part was that he already missed being in her arms. The same arms that in a few short months would cradle a life, far greater then his own. A human life that he didn't create and he had no part of.

He laughed abruptly, rolling onto his back, looking up at the cracked grayish ceiling. In hindsight, he was about to become an uncle. Ann was the only family he had left and he was about to become an uncle.

The woman he loved, the woman he was in love with ever since they had been small children and vowed to keep safe. Alan had always loved her and would continue to keep on loving her, even with the new found knowledge of her baby and fiancé.

The years that he was apart from Ann, he spent bettering himself. He only recently graduated from collage, battling each day as it came. Scavenging and saving any money, his and his 'unique' band made over the years with him playing his infamous flute.

In fact, news about his band had traveled fast through the grapevine and they were offered to come here to do some promo tracks and hopefully then get a proper manager and record some songs.

He would be in this city, right next door to Ann for at least six months to a year. The one fact, he had been waiting to surprise her with. It was only much later till he remembered that she hated surprises and much rather preferred springing them on other people.

Alan clenched his fists tightly as he thought of Ann's new fiancé. Seiya. What a gay name. Wouldn't surprise him if 'Seiya' really was a girl who had taken one too many hormonal tablets.

He smiled slightly to himself at the thought, but his half wavering smile quickly died on his lips when his thoughts turned to Ann. There was nothing he could do. She was marrying Seiya. He was the father and they were going to start a family together.

Could he really ruin it all for his own selfish love for Ann? Could he possibly steal Ann from all of her ordinary, normal day life? Could he give her the security and wealth Seiya could no doubt give her? Could he be the father and partner Ann really needed?

Alan jumped off the bed with a burning fierce look in his eyes. His fists still clamped firmly shut but his mind was set. He knew what he was meant to do.

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Ann was so confused. She stared at the TV listlessly as a car wreck flashed up on the screen. She had managed to get Seiya out of her apartment before he could really question her why she had broken down in hysterics.

Ann put her hand on top of her stomach, not really expecting a response because she wasn't that far along in her pregnancy for her to actually feel the baby move or kick. But even reassuring her self of its presence normally helped her keep a clear mind.

She was gradually weaning herself off alcohol and drugs. She didn't want to give birth to a deformed baby or a baby who was already addicted to heroin. Not that she would love it any less except, she could hardly afford to keep herself in check, never mind another baby with extra medicines and help.

She didn't want to whore herself every night to get some extra dough. She didn't want to be like her mother. She wanted to be there every step of the way. To kiss every cut and bruise. To be able to tuck him or her safely in their bed each night and not have to worry about strange men coming in and molesting them.

Ann wanted to be there for the first day of Pre-school, first day of high school, their wedding, hell she even wanted to be one of those mothers who pestered their kids for grandchildren.

Seiya could provide her – if she married him- with financial support and stability. However, Alan could provide her with – if he ever wanted anything to do with her again, that is - the love and emotional support she desperately needed and lacked.

Ann groaned as she got up from the couch where she and Alan had recently only made love on and shuffled into the kitchen to put on some weak, watery coffee. Any smells that were too pungent sent her rushing back to the toilet.

Being pregnant was turning her into a bulimic. Great.

She prepared her coffee mechanically not really thinking about the task at hand, which resulted in brushing her hand past the steaming kettle. She didn't notice the stinging as tears welled up in her eyes.

She sunk to the floor, her eyes glazed over but no tears escaping as she mulled over her fucked up life.

"If the sea was a weed and I was a duck, I'll swim to the bottom and smoke my way up but the sea ain't a weed and I'm not a duck so pass me a bong and shut the fuck up," Ann said the little poem popping up in her head randomly.

"Year 9 Broken Hole," A voice said startling out of her reverie.

Her head snapped up to look at the figure that was leaning casually on her kitchen counter.

"Alan," She breathed.

"Ann, you may not want to hear this, specially from someone like me but I've got to say this and you have to understand where I'm coming from or other wise I will regret it for the rest of my life," Alan said as he crouched down to her level.

"What?"

"I love you. I have always loved you and I always will love you. In my heart, I know there can be no one else apart from you. Gosh that sounded more corny right then in my head," Alan muttered earning him a slight laugh from Ann.

"What are you saying?" She already knew, through his touches and kisses that he loved her. She had always known. When they were kids and Alan thought she was sleeping, he would whisper it over and over again until he finally fell asleep. What he never knew was that when he fell asleep she would whisper it back to him until she too fell asleep.

"Do you love Seiya?"

Ann opened her mouth in shock at the sudden change of topic. She stood up on shaky legs and finished making her weak coffee. Her back was faced towards Alan.

"Do you?"

"You have no right to ask me that Alan," Ann said coldly even though she could feel her heart beating wildly against her chest in protest.

"Please Ann, If you say you love Seiya with all your heart and soul and that the baby is his then I swear that I will leave right now and you'll never hear from me again," Seiya begged coming up behind her shoulder but not quite touching her.

Ann hung her head, her desperation to be with Alan overriding her ego and pride.

"No."

"No what?"

"No, I don't love Seiya. I never have and I never will. The baby could be his – I'm not sure and no I don't want you to leave without letting you knowing something first..."

"What?" Alan whispered in her ear.

Ann turned around and buried herself in his arms.

"I love you. I love you so much,"

Alan's arms folded around Ann and drew her closer to his lithe form.

"Stay with me tonight. Stay with me forever Alan."

"Only until forever."

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Serena stared tenderly at Darien who was sleeping peacefully in her arms. She couldn't quite believe that Darien had an emotional break down and all because of Beryl.

It either meant that Beryl and Darien where closer to each other then what she and everybody else was lead to believe or he was simply lashing out in shock and grief.

Serena felt him stir slightly but didn't wake up under her intense gaze. It hadn't gone by unnoticed by her, why she had so easily forgave him from both gripping her shoulders and hurting her physically. And why she felt she could forgive him for lying to her about his status with Beryl.

Who was consequently dead.

Serena knew the hardships Darien had faced when he was a kid and she knew that he blamed himself for his parent's death. She could only imagine what the guilt of Beryl's death was doing to him now.

Darien was often seen as the older, dark and elusive man. The boy who quickly learnt to grow up, who didn't experience much love or laughter as a child. The Professor.

But nestled in Serena's arms, his hair messily hung over his eyes. His body language drew mental strength from her, which only made Serena only more determined to be here for him. Threw thick and thin she would stay with him.

Serena let her own eye lids dip closed as she placed a chaste kiss on top of his head when the shrilling noise of her mobile went off. She hurriedly disengaged her self from Darien's embrace, careful not to jostle him too much.

She quickly answered it.

"Hello?"

"Serena? It's me - Michael."

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Sorry I just had to throw in a cliff hanger but don't stress too much – maybe.

And sorry if you think that little poem was a bit dodge and random. But it sums up my life pretty well apart from me being a duck and I don't do weed.

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This chapter is for my 'wife' Aparnaa because she told me to.

Serena is around 21/22 years old and Darien is 28/29 years old ok? You do the math.

Chapter 27:

"Hello?"

"Serena? It's me - Michael,"

Serena's eyes flickered over toward Darien who was still fast asleep. She moved away slightly, her voice lowering as she scrunched her forehead in thought of what Michael could possibly want.

"Why are you calling Michael?" Serena asked bluntly, not bothering to beat around the bush.

He coughed over the phone like he was trying to find the right words. "Uh, well you know the plans I had? You know the ones which I could travel the world and what not? Well they sorta fell through after the first week, I'm still in the States."

"What are you saying?"

"I know we ended things badly Serena and I am truly sorry how I sprung it on you but do you think we could possibly- maybe go out some time?"

Serena frowned, "I don't know..."

"As friends! Not a date just as friends," Michael hurriedly cut in.

Serena shook her head, forgetting that Michael couldn't possibly see her over the phone.

"I don't think that is the wisest idea right now."

"Can I ask why?" Michael asked slightly hurt and put off.

"I'm... I'm involved with someone else right now. I don't want to fool around on him and I don't want to be hurt by you again."

"Serena I am sorry about our 'break up'."

"Please Michael. New opportunities and other more marvelous women will pop up. But this? Us? It will never work. Not even as friends."

She heard him sigh and then resignedly told Serena goodbye for the final time before adding, "I hope that the guy your with realizes what a lucky bastard he is."

Serena hung up her mobile and switched it off. Michael was the furthest thing from her mind right now and she could never leave Darien. Not when he needed her so bad. Not when she already promised herself to stick by him.

Darien shifted slightly adjusting to Serena's form as she slipped back into bed with him. Her leg intertwining between his as she cuddled up to his warm body.

She was just about to go to sleep. Her eyes were already shut tight as three words unconsciously slipped past her mouth.

"I love you."

Darien's eyes popped open.

Darien saw the first rays of light stream through his window, his indicator to get up. He gently got up from the bed, making sure Serena had his warm pillow to hug once he was gone.

He made his way to the bathroom. Unknown to Serena, last night when she had gotten up to answer her damn screeching phone, he had also woken up too though he faked it so Serena wouldn't get worried.

Her one sided conversation worried him. Who was Michael? How did he hurt her? Physically? Or mentally? Should he be worried? Should he get ready to kick some juvenile ass?

But that wasn't the reason why he hadn't slept a wink since Serena slinked back into bed with him. It was her declaration of love, which he was sure she didn't know she slipped out, consciously or not.

Darien switched on the shower making sure the temperature was just right before slipping into the cubicle where he let the spray of the pounding water hit his back.

Three little words. The words that could either make or break. Darien winced when he realized that maybe her 'I love you' was not really 'I'm IN love with you and want to spend the rest of my life making beautiful babies together' but rather 'I love you as a professor, as a friend, as a lover and for just being there.'

Darien wasn't sure which theory he hated more.

His eyes snapped open when he felt cool hands run across his heated upper torso. Serena smiled, moving closer to Darien. Her golden locks of hair plastered down the sides of her nude body.

"Serena," Darien breathed in awe, as he always was when he saw her. No matter how many times he saw her naked or how long he stared at her, day in and day out. Every single time she made his breath hitch.

Was that love?

She smiled seductively, in that way all women mastered during some point in their lives but which Serena far by excelled at.

"It's only 5:30 in the morning Darien," Serena breathed, brushing her hand over his soft member, which was quickly becoming more animate.

"Perfect time to wake up."

Serena smiled again, reaching up and gently nibbled on his ear before tugging on his ear lobe.

Darien wrapped his arms around Serena, keeping her steady against him. He could feel his heart beat wildly in his chest. Barely suppressing the primitive urge to take Serena, at that very moment against the shower wall.

It only proved that he was still a red-necked male. Only age and experience had helped him reign in his sexual desires and control of his sexual impulses.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Serena grasped his now half-erect member and slowly with the help of her hand reawakened Darien Jr. "Sere-" Darien ground out.

Serena slowly with tantalizing sucks and nibbles across his neck and shoulders further awoke Darien.

Darien sighed against her lips and she smiled against his skin.

They had long ago discovered that sex in the shower was messy and uncomfortable not to mention that they never came out of the bathroom completely clean. But fooling around in the shower was acceptable and enjoyable.

"God Serena," Darien groaned deeply as he crushed Serena's lips underneath his own. He quickly and heatedly sucked on her tongue, drawing her tongue into his mouth before releasing it.

Serena's tiny fingers wrapped reassuringly around his cock and with precise strokes, alternating between hard and soft, she expertly drew Darien closer to the brink of completely losing control.

Darien knew that Serena enjoyed having complete control of his raging emotions. She adored the way she could make him grow hard in a matter of seconds by just one kiss, that she could run her fingers through his hair and that he would shiver in delight. She loved seeing his eyes glazed over in blind lust, his hands grasping for her when she danced just out of his grasp, the deep and rough growls and moans that he held solely for her.

His head tilted backwards in pleasure as Serena fastened her pace, his throbbing cock in the palm of her hand.

He clenched his legs as the first spasms of his orgasms tingled down his body when unexpected warmth engulfed him. Serena moaned in acquiescence, lost in her own desire as Darien exploded inside her.

"Yes! Yes! Oh God!"

"Sere…Sere… you feel so good…so beautiful-"

Serena rolled her hips over his body causing him to empty himself fully into her. She knew when he was completely spent when he sagged against her. Her head tucked protectively under his head as he maneuvered them more into the spray of water.

He eased himself out of Serena easily, knowing that she was still left unsatisfied but not daring to break the tranquility that surrounded them right that moment.

He closed his eyes as he gently breathed in her scent. "God, I love you."

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Hi all, sorry for leaving Serena "unsatisfied" in the last chapter but I promise she will have many more orgasms in the future.

However I am sad to announce that Under the Covers is wrapping up soon and for all the people who had been whining and complaining about me dragging it out to long... Congratulations the story will conclude in another few chapters.

Warning this chapter does get very fluffy.

Chapter 28:

Darien's eyes snapped open as he stared at Serena in horror as the three tiny words still hovered heavily in the air. Three tiny words that could bring them closer or send them on a one-way ticket to THE END.

Darien shook his head numbly in denial, his arms around Serena slackened and he watched with growing uneasiness as she pulled back from him too.

He tried calling out her name expect it caught in his throat and he couldn't seem to get past his lips no matter how hard he tried.

He knew it was too late to take back the words now. It was already out there.

Darien's heart raced frantically in his chest; if he was 50 years older he was sure he would have had a cardiac arrest. Then it stopped.

Sad, remorseful eyes watched Serena retreat from the overheated shower and disappear into the foggy tiled bathroom. He strained his eyes to her the soft click of the door as she closed it behind her.

Darien only waited a few seconds before his body sprung into action on its own accord. He knew he couldn't just let Serena walk away without fully ever knowing how he felt – how he truly felt.

He stumbled over his own feet as he hastily wrapped a towel around his waist and flung open the bathroom door, his face red with the force of his frenzied exertions.

"Serena!"

"Over here Darien," Serena's voice reached Darien's ears but not in the direction, he had anticipated it coming from.

Darien cocked his head slightly to the side as he walked over to the lounge room where Serena was calmly seating on the couch, dressed only in her fuzzy pink robe; her wet, tangled blonde hair was twisted over one shoulder, leaving only one big wet patch.

Darien could tell she was nervous, her hands were twisted on her lap and she was biting on her lower lip anxiously. Her normally joyous gay blue eyes were now more subdued and troubled as she looked up at him when she heard him slowly pad over towards her.

He stopped short of her before actually coming in direct contact with her.

"Do you mean it?"

Darien didn't have to ask what Serena was referring to but his own answer surprised him just as much, "Yes, I do love you Serena, very much in fact sometimes I feel like I can't live without you, you light up my life not to mention my apartment." Darien threw in causing Serena to give him a watery smile as she looked around the apartment.

It still had the masculinity of Darien, yet Serena's influence was definitely shown throughout the apartment. She had over the years softened it up and made it not look so sterile and techno as it first was.

"You give me the will and strength to make it through each hard day and truth be told Serena, I have loved you since the day you entered my classroom back in high school and I will continue to love you when you decide to walk out my lecture hall now."

Serena stared at Darien in shock. It was so easy to side step Seiya's love and ignore the blossoms of Michaels adoration but Darien standing in front of her, wearing nothing but a white towel which hung dangerously low on his narrow hips, water droplets sliding down the smooth expense of his exposed skin causing Serena to shift slightly in her seat. God just looking at him, made her hot.

She knew he was bearing his heart on his sleeve as he looked at her so earnestly with pure love which until recently had been bottled up for far too long.

Serena opened and closed her mouth like a suffocating fish before one question tumbled from her parched lips, "Why now?"

Darien shrugged helplessly, looking at anywhere but her before drawing her off the couch but still holding her away from him slightly so he could see directly into her crystalline blue eyes.

"Because of Beryl, because her death made me see that each day I take for granted, each day that we are together you could just as easily not be there and I couldn't let you go without you ever knowing how much I feel for you," Darien lowered his voice as he rubbed her cheek with the pads of his fingertips, "How much I love you."

Serena shivered under his ministrations, unconsciously leaning in towards his touch, her eyes fluttered close and then open again.

"So now you know," Darien added in a whisper.

Serena nodded her head dumbly as she stared at Darien in a whole new light. Everything he had done for her, everything he put on the line for her. His job and reputation, he had risked it all because he loved her and she was more important to him then wealth and popularity.

"Darien," Serena murmured, her own hand coming up to caress his slightly stubble check.

Darien sighed, "I know this is unfair to you when we haven't ever really discussed-" He was abruptly cut off when Serena reached up and silenced him with her own mouth. He reacted instantly and wrapped one firm arm around her waist while keeping his other hand on the side of her face to keep it upturned.

They broke away hesitantly as Darien wrapped both of his arms around his waist, securing her to his chest so she could barely move.

Serena sighed and closed her eyes against his broad chest, "I love you too," The whispered admission escaped from Serena's pink lips, nearly bringing Darien to his knees.

"Let's go back to bed Darien, show me what it feels like to be in love," Serena whispered.

"My pleasure," Darien said sweeping Serena's feet out underneath her, carrying the laughing blonde back into his bedroom.

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Sorry if Serena's reaction was a bit non-realistic considering everything she's been through and sorry about the shortness of the chapter.

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Hey thanks to all the reviewers I promise no more apologizing however I got to tell you that this is the last real chapter, chapter and the next one will be the epilogue so thanks you guys for seeing this out with me.

Hope you've enjoyed the ride.

Chapter 29:

Ann looked around her run down apartment for the last, final time. An air of formality hung in the air. She still couldn't believe that she could fit all her belongings in two small suitcases, and then again most of her clothing was made out of flimsy material.

She was leaving; her last final note to Seiya was clutched in her hand. She couldn't believe she was doing this. For the first time in her entire life she was following her heart, she was living on a whim and she finally felt free.

After Alan had found her in the kitchen, they comforted each other with words of love and then later on with acts of love. She had sat Alan down or rather she sat on him and told him exactly what she wanted out of him.

She couldn't - wouldn't ever get rid of her child, no matter who the father was. She already loved her baby and would do anything to keep it and Alan needed to know that.

Ann had to make sure that Alan would stay with her when she became more emotional and/or too big to pleasure him, to know for certain he won't take off as soon as the baby was born because it wouldn't stop crying, pooing or vomiting.

She needed the security that Seiya could have given her because she knew all to well that sometimes love just simply isn't enough.

Ann sniffled, knowing that it was her hormones playing up but never the less, an overwhelming sadness eloped the slender brunette.

In reality she wasn't running very far, just to Seiya's motel room across town then hopefully into a slightly better apartment because Seiya still had business obligations here before they could ride off into the sunset, never to look back.

"Ann? Are you ok sweetie?" Alan's smooth voice washed over Ann as he wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders.

She smiled through her unshed tears as Alan gave her a reassuring squeeze. He wasn't going any where, not now, not ever.

"Can you take my bags down Alan? I'll be down in a sec,"

Alan nodded and kissed her cheek gently before going downstairs with her two suitcases.

Ann sighed as she laid her hands flat over her stomach, rubbing it soothingly. "This is the last time were going to see this dump baby. In your life time my only wish is that you never have the life I lead."

Ann mused to herself, forcing herself to open her palm to reveal the painstaking letter, which took her a better half of two hours to write. She placed it down on the kitchen bench. A place he would be sure to look at.

She took out her phone, making the last call she would ever make in her apartment. "Seiya? It's Ann; there is something you need to know. Can you come over? Yeah. Bye Seiya,"

Ann took a deep breath and then with an absolute determination she braced her body as she walked out her front door and shut it gently behind her.

"Ann?"

Ann smiled into the bright sun as she jumped into Alan's surprised arms, "I love you and I trust you. Let's make this work."

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Seiya opened Ann's door timidly, on the phone she had sounded so serious that Seiya was just a little bit worried. He hoped she wasn't doing anything irrational.

"Ann?"

Immediately, the desolate place of her apartment hit him, he hated spending nights here. It was so doggy and so dingy that he shivered just looking at the run down plaster walls. But this time around, something was off and not something rotting in her fridge like it had been in the past.

The apartment if it was even possible looked even more deserted then it did before. Then it hit him. Where was all of Ann's junk?

"Shit."

Seiya noticed that while most of her bigger appliances were there, most of it was so old and useless that there wouldn't be any value. All the little details she had put up to make her home look more homely were gone. As he stumbled into her bedroom, he noticed that all her clothes were gone.

"Great so where is the note and the rejected proposal? I hate these damn movie type scenarios."

It didn't take Seiya long to find the white piece of paper which was crumbled up slightly. He had to sit down before he could even bear to read it.

He opened it up apprehensively. The cold, bitter words on the paper already biting him.

Seiya,

As you might have guessed this is a goodbye letter but it's also a thank you letter. I guess because were never going to be together I might as well be honest now. No need to lie now right? Well, ever since I have known you I have been lying to you.

The reason I wanted to be with you, the sole reason why I wanted you was because of Serena. She made me so jealous. She was always the perfect one, the prettiest one, the one boys fell over themselves for, but when I fell pregnant everything I knew and everything I felt was put in perspective.

Seiya, I am truly pregnant that I never lied to you about but however I don't know if the child is really yours. But you seemed like the safest choice. I was using you. To secure my child had a safe home both financially and environmentally. I never want my baby to go through what I went through when I was growing up.

So yes, there is a high chance that this baby I am taking away from you is yours but I couldn't force myself to go through the marriage. A love less marriage. I'm letting you go to find the perfect person for you Seiya. Not some needy girl who used you first for revenge and then for your money.

I think I'm really going to be happy for the first time in my entire life. My stepbrother – Alan promises me that he will take care of me and my baby and I love him even more for it.

You'll see me around Seiya. But when you do don't pity me or spite me. Know I am happy and when I see you, I pray that you are happy too.

Thank You Seiya, for everything you've done. How accepting you've been, how loved you made me feel. And I'm sorry that I'm leaving like this. In a note you're probably going to throw away.

So thanks and goodbye,

Ann

P.S. The engagement is called off

P.P.S if you know what's good for you don't go back to Serena. She's happy and your suspicions were right she is getting her freak on with her professor but she truly does love him. Don't ruin it for her.

Seiya re read the letter twice over before neatly folding the note and placing it in his pocket. He stalked to the door and just before he closed the door he smiled, before fishing out his mobile.

"Hey, Yaten baby? I'm coming home and I owe you 50, no one even suspected that I was really gay. Ha ha, funny doll face. Yeah I love you too."

Seiya hanged up the phone and without a backwards glance shut the door firmly behind him.

He had his own lover waiting for him. No grudges.

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THE END! ... if you don't count the epilogue of course.

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Epilogue:

"Cheese!" Five extremely giggly girls screeched as they latched on to each other and beamed up into the camera.

The camera flashed and they girls hurriedly rearranged themselves so they could be shot from each possible angle, using every possible pose.

Once the film had ran out, the girls (well more like mature, independent women) huddled together, emotions running on an all time high.

"Can you believe it? It's Graduation Day." Mina sniffled.

"Oh Mina don't! You'll give me the sniffles," Raye complained good naturally, hugging the teary blonde close.

"Time to venture out into the brutal, harsh world, eh Raye?" Lita teased, joining in on the hug.

Mina giggled nervously, "I thought that's what they said to us when we were leaving high school going into university,"

"I bet that's what they said when we were in pre-school and going into primary school."

Serena laughed and drew Amy into her arms before throwing themselves both in the group hug.

A lot had happened over the months, so much had changed but as Serena looked around at her best friends, many things had stayed the same.

Mina and her had resolved their differences and made up and in her own personal opinion, they had emerged even stronger and closer as best friends.

Amy had been accepted into their group with open arms and warm hugs, even though she wasn't graduating with the rest of them as she was studying to be a doctor, she still had still a good several years ahead of her – they still made her feel like she wasn't left out in all the hubbub.

"I can see I'm really appreciated," The faithful, dedicated photographer teased.

"Oh, don't worry about it Greg, they'll eventually get sick of each other," Ken teased, easily whisking Lita out of the tight group knit circle and began pampering her with kisses.

Lita and Ken proved that you can be long time best friends, fall in love and keep up the close relationship. They had been going strong for nearly eight months and after graduating, they were going to find their own quaint apartment together.

Lita squealed and squirmed in his grasp, as the other four girls sighed in envy expect for maybe Raye who intruded on their 'couple time' and bluntly told them to get a room.

Amy moved indiscreetly closer to her husband; he thankfully wrapped an arm around her waist and planted a quick kiss on top of her head. Greg was still a bit squeamish on the huge displays of public affection but could manage a quick hug and kiss now and then.

Serena sighed in contentment as she surveyed her friends. They were doing okay, they were going to be all right and no matter what happened on the way, they would always be friends.

Serena opened the lecture door quietly, not wishing to disturb the class or the professor. She wasn't wearing her graduation robes yet, hoping to blend in without drawing to much attention to herself.

There were times were she would sneak into his lecture hall and listen in but today it was for an entire different reason.

She always loved watching him teach, even back when she knew nothing about him. The way he moved and talked so animatedly, the way he got the reluctant students pumped for the next lesson and enthusiastic about English was achievement enough.

Professor Shields caught Serena's eye and gave her a quick wink before turning back to his students.

The blonde-haired woman had to admit that her relationship with Darien did a full 180-degree turn – for the better.

Once they declared their feelings for each other, there was no going back but of course the trust and faith in each other had to be built up again. After being in an open relationship for so long together, they had to now learn to disregard any other temptations from the opposite sex.

Serena and Darien mutually agreed that Serena would transfer from all his classes. It was ultimately better that way and of course less distracting. Of course, if they were caught they would still be chucked out of the university. Any relationship with a teacher and student was prohibited.

Darien persuaded Serena to live and sleep back in her own dorm room as he 'courted' her, meaning he took her on actual dates, held her hand in public, and whispered in her ear the three most powerful words known to man, over and over to her.

Of course, that plan didn't last long; as they had barely gone out as a proper couple for two months when Serena moved in with Darien – permanently. It was easier that way too- that way Serena wasn't sneaking in and out of her dorm room constantly.

After graduation, it was going to become official that Serena lived with Darien in his apartment and as soon as Serena got a stable job, they already had plans to buy and move into a proper house together.

Serena slipped into the nearest available seat and listened to Darien in rapt fascination.

What was traveling through the grapevine was that Ann was happily settled down with her lover who was rumored to be her stepbrother and was going to pop out her baby any day now.

Mina and Lita swore, that a couple of months ago they saw Seiya, get very close to another guy while waiting to go into the cinema's. Apparently, Seiya had always been a bi-sexual but had leaned more towards girls in the past but now seemed fully content with the queerness in him.

Serena wasn't disgusted with him, maybe a little ticked off that she had to hear it through the rumor mill to find the truth out about her ex boyfriend.

Serena also hadn't heard from Michael since her rejection of meeting up with him in Darien's apartment months ago.

"Okay you hooligans, go and have a safe and relaxing summer break," Professor Shields announced, dismissing his students.

Serena sat patiently on her seat. While, all the other energetic-ready- willing-and-eager-to-start-the-holidays students filed out of the hall. A few giggly girls stayed behind and wished Professor Shields a safe break too before scampering off as well.

As soon as Professor Shield's hypnotizing eyes captured hers, she was gravitated to him, she blinked once and in the next instance, Serena found herself standing directly in front of him.

"Ms Starr."

"Professor."

"What time is graduation?" Darien asked slyly, brushing his hand over her cheek, making her shudder.

"What are you implying Professor!"

"Follow me Serena, to my office and I'll show you exactly what I'm implying," Darien purred in Serena's ear.

Darien turned away from her to lead her back into his office when she impulsively jumped on his back and leaned down to whisper seductively in his ear, "I'd rather you show me right now,"

"You know me. Never one to say no to a lady,"

"Oh yeah?"

"Uh huh," Darien said as he turned so he was carrying Serena in his arms.

Darien gazed tenderly at Serena's up turned face; her face erupted into a slow, knowing smile. "I love you, so much,"

"I love you too," Serena replied, placing a kiss on his jaw line.

Then Darien proceeded to show Serena just how much he loved her and Serena how much she loved him back.

And they all lived happily ever after.

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THE END!!!

P.S. I know it was a gay ending

P.P.S. Thank you for reading!!