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This chapter is dedicated to…shock tarts! For without their tangy, sugary-goodness I would be napping instead of typing.

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"You know Dare, I wonder if it ever gets any sunlight." Her face was of the utmost concentration as she examined his face. He shifted from foot to foot as her gaze held fast. "If what gets any sunlight?" Why did he have this sudden foreboding feeling? Like he had just set himself up for a nasty fall. She grinned innocently and poked him hard in the chest.

"Why, that stick up your ass of course!"

Can't Stop the Music

Chapter 9

A very hyper woman and equally squeamish man were seated in the very front of the coaster. The male's eyes twittered about as the woman chatted happily about this and that. His thoughts were obviously in a whole different place. What was the death rate for this ride? Had anyone survived to tell about it? Would he? As he looked around his noticed just how rusted some of the bolts looked. Had anyone else noticed this?

Was he going to die?

Serena squealed happily as the less than excited workers went about making last minute checks on the safety of everyone's harnesses. Darien didn't fail to notice when the male on Serena's side put his hands a little to close to the underside of her breasts. He grabbed the man's wrist in a death grip as he started to walk away. He pulled the man closer while staring nervously around.

"Has anyone ever died on this ride?" His voice came out in a pitiful squeak and the poor worker tried to dislodge the chokingly tight grip on his uniform. "Don't worry sir. We are proud to say that all of our injuries have all successfully recovered with no signs of mental instability!"

He walked away calmly as the ride started its trek to the top. Even though Darien was a nervous wreck, the blonde's cries of delight from beside him could not be ignored. A look of gentleness melted his harsh look as he watched her enjoy herself. "I'm guessing you really lover rollercoaster's huh Meatball head?" Her carefree gaze slid to him as he spoke.

"Who wouldn't? The wind blows through your hair as you travel at breakneck speeds without a care in the world. I love the feeling of flying as high as the birds themselves" Her gaze traveled over his horrified expression. Leave to him to find a partner who knows how to torture him even when she doesn't mean to. She blinked uncertainly at stony silence. You ok over there? You look like you just got punched in the stomach or something."

If only she knew. He opened his mouth to comeback with a scathing remark. "I'm fine shorty. Just don't coming crying to me when you get scared." She shot a look at him that said 'Yeah right, and I'm Mona Lisa'

Whatever, Darien. I don't even have time to talk to you right now." She leaned back looking every bit like she was stretching when a Cheshire like grin crossed her face. "What's wrong Serena?" He called in a mocking voice. "Can't think of anything good to say?" He got the fright of his life at her next words. "Nope, just want to enjoy the ride. Now hold on cause here we GO!" He turned blue in the face as the coaster shot to the ground looking every bit like they were going to crash. "Serenaaaa!"

Her peels of laughter could still be heard as he held his head gingerly over the trash bin. With the contents of his lunch gone everything looked a lot less appealing. "Shut up, Meatball head." He groaned and slowly pulled himself up. Her eyes sparkled without unhidden amusement.

"No one told you to try and be brave, idiot. I could have just as easily gone on the ride by myself." Her grinned turned cheeky. "I've never seen anyone run that fast just to get to normal ground." His growl rumbled low in his chest as she laughed harder, attracting unwanted attention. "Touchy, touchy! How about I pay for lunch, Crabby? I know you have to be hungry after sharing such an intimate moment of letting me see whole new side of you." She snuck a peek into the abandoned trashcan and shrugged.

"Not the cutest side, but hey three words. Gift, horse, mouth!"

They walked in companionable silence until they stopped to buy some ice cream. He eyed her vanilla ice cream as it tilted to and fro while her erratic movements. His cone was itty bitty compared to her extra large one with the works. Nuts, whipped cream, and every other topping imaginable rested messily on top of the barely visible dairy delight. She skipped ahead, reminding him of a child in a candy shop, as he followed obediently behind.

"Where do you wanna go next?" Her light voice traveled to his ears as he stood mesmerized by the tortuously slow licks she was giving her own cone.

His ice cream dripped slowly down his hand as her tongue darted out around and all over not letting a drop of the sticky white substance escape her rosy red lips. He stuttered for a few moments trying to think of something…anything… that would get her to stop the delicious things she was doing to his body with one sweep of her tongue. "H-how about a roll in the hay- I mean- dammit! How about a hay ride?"

If she noticed his slip of the tongue it didn't show. Her lip poked out cutely as she thought. "That's too boring. Wanna try the house of mirrors?" His only thoughts were what else she could do with that talented tongue and how he was going to get rid of his rapidly growing problem as they entered the house of mirrors.

Quickly he thought of anything to stunt his growing arousal as they wandered about. Andrew when he first awoke in the morning, His old history teacher in a dress, Diamond in a thong…bingo. His problem deflated rapidly at the mental picture and he stored away for when he would need it again.

Meanwhile, Serena wandered around softly chucking at how utterly lost Darien must be. Then again, when she looked around she couldn't tell where the exit was either. The blonde decided she would figure it out later when she was done looking at all the different images of herself.

The funniest one by far had to be the one that made her look like an oompa loompa on crack. Her hair stood out in all different directions as the mirror decked her height a good three feet. She giggled and turned around looking at how her head was vastly bigger than her poor, plump body.

"I look ridiculous."

Her gaze hadn't noticed the lone figure in the corner watching her every movement with interest. He stepped out quietly as not to scare the beauty before him. "On the contrary my dear, I think you are quite breathtaking." A look of shock flashed in her eyes as he placed cold lips on her hand and give it a quick peck. She snatched it back as if she was burned.

"Do I know you?" Her eyes slid over the stranger that had ruin her fun and thoroughly scared the shit out of her. His platinum blonde almost white hair seemed dull under the artificial light (The brief thought of him dying it that color crossed her mind) and his violet-blue eyes gleamed mischievously.

"I'm afraid you don't, but I have been watching you since you first ventured in here. Might I ask such a lovely lady her name?" She glared at him mockingly and his suave grin slipped a bit.

"Might I ask why you're stalking young girls in the house of mirrors? Don't you find that just a tad bit creepy?" A hint of anger was hinted in his tone. This guy did not want to ruin her first real day of relaxation. His gaze swept over her form appreciatively as she sneered with a cold look in her eyes.

"Look, I don't know who the hell you think you are but you'd better back of before I make you rethink your preference of sex." He chuckled darkly and held her close wrapping his arms around her waist. "Don't you feel the attraction I do when we're together?" It was her turned to chuckle as he grinned in victory. "Oh I feel something alright. But I bet it's nothing compared to what you're about to feel…"

Darien was relieved to see a familiar fair-complexioned vixen walking triumphantly out of the run down house of mirrors. It was dark with just the sunset to light up the sky. Most of the kids were wearing out and hanging onto their parents tiredly. She hauled him off before he could ask what took her so long when she said there was one more ride she really wanted to go on.

"Serena is something the matter?" Darien pulled his arm free as they arrived at their destination. A look of faint shock was seen across his face as he looked up to spot the giant fair wheel she had been leading them toward the whole time.

"The...farris wheel?"

He nod was shy as he watched her blush travel under her new low cut blue jean sweater to the tips of her sandaled toes. "I..wanted to see the whole park as the sun sets." She huddled deeper under her lush lashes and long bangs to hide the apparent blush. He nodded in approval putting his hand on her shoulder in silent comfort.

"Then let's go."

They climbed carefully into their seats and watched in silence as the wheel turned slowly landing them at the top. The breeze up here was cooler as the cage tilted back and forth. Darien decided it was time to break the silence.

"You never did tell me what took so long in the house of mirrors."

Her faced turned expressionless as she thought back to the sobbing pervert she left tied up by those mirrors. She had knocked him out cold after a sound kick to his balls in which he clutched desperately before curling into a ball and passing out. Her face took on a playful grin after she had put on some lipstick and left multiple kiss marks to his face.

Should she tell him about the note also? After she was done leaving very prominent feminine marker on his face she had pulled down his pants to his ankles and left a note saying he needed someone to wake him up for a good time. She decided to keep her little adventure to herself and snuggled closer to Darien than he was comfortable with. He shifted nervously. Diamond in a thong, Diamond in a thong, Diamond in a thong…

"Just got caught up in the atmosphere is all. Don't tell me the big bad wolf was scared for poor little me?" She poked his in his side and watched him squirm.

"Ch! Of course I wasn't! What would Andy say if I lost his precious little Sere?" He wasn't about some scatterbrained, clumsy, stupid, sweet, utterly sexy, fiery…where was he again? Serena continued to poke him in his side. "Come one and admit it. You were worried about me. I knew you would fall in love with me eventually!" She grinned like the devil she was.

Satan.

She continued with her long list of reasons 'Why Darien Should Have Fallen in Love with Me Sooner'. (Why, I'm cute, and well mannered, and charismatic, and-)

He poked in right in her side to show her how it felt. She stopped mid rant and dropped into his lap.. face first. It was his turn to grin like the devil. Maybe he could get her to blush like she had before.

"Don't step into that territory unless you plan to do something about it."

He winked suggestive and got a slap to his face when she scampered out of his laugh. It may have hurt but at least he got her to blush again. The breezes picked up as they noticed just how much cooler it had gotten. Serena snuggled closer to Darien allowing that earlier comment to slide for the sake of her warmth.

"You know Darien; you're not that bad when your mouth is closed. I can actually stand to be in touching distance of you!" Her suppressed giggles could be felt through the thickness of his leather jacket. He frowned but put an arm around her for extra warmth which she gladly took.

"You're not so bad yourself Meatball head. As long as you don't move, cry, or try to talk. Then I can almost see us not killing each other." They watched as fireworks lit up the night sky and listened to the sounds of the fair.

"Hey, Darien?" Her voice was a whisper on the wind. He directed his gaze toward her. In his eyes her eyes were a lot more interesting to watch than silly fireworks. "Yeah, Meatball head?" She move uncertain of herself as her watched her. "Do you really think I'm- " The last word was so quiet he had to lean in to hear it. "Sexy?"

He realized how hard it must have been for her to grow up not knowing how beautiful she really was. He gripped her chin softly in his hand in unspoken affection. Did she really not see it? He just stared at her missing the broken look in her eyes.

"It was silly to ask. I know you don't like to be with me. We can be strictly business partners." She sighed nervously. What made me think to ask that?" He worried she would close herself off to him like she does when she dances.

"You don't know what you do to me Serena." He let the lust he had been hiding all day shine in his eyes. "The last thing I want to do right now is be away from you." He mouth parted slightly as he inched closer and claimed her lips for himself. The kiss was short but the passion and urgency in it wasn't. He pulled away to soon for her liking leaving a cool breeze in his place. She had to grin at the silly grin pasted across his face.

"Not bad..for a fraidy cat!" He stared at her in disbelief before closing in the ravage her again. He attacked her neck before jokingly splaying fat, juicy kisses on her face.

"I'll show you not bad!"

Her soft cry was unheard as their session lasted through the last of the fireworks. Neither cared deciding who needed fireworks..

When you could make your own…..