So this part is quite lengthy and it just happens to be the smut part (lucky you ;) ) but maybe it was BECAUSE it was the smut part the it's so lengthy...hmm...well, anyway, it took quite some time to write. Thank you to argoncriss on tumblr for being my beta when I really needed someone3 EN-FUCKING-JOY!3
"Touch me."
Darren turned to look at her, confused, yet curious at the same time. Dianna didn't meet his gaze, however, and continued to innocently play with his fingers, stroking the roughly calloused pads and running her fingers across each knuckle. He really did have such lovely hands.
He gaped at her, at a complete and utter loss for words. Had he just heard her right? "Y-you want me to…did you mean…?"
Dianna looked up from her lap, lashed fluttering and nodding slowly. There was something different about her in the moment, he noticed. Her eyes held a mischievous, contemplative look, chewing her bottom lip nervously.
She carefully placed a hand on his shoulder and gracefully rose from the couch. Dianna's arm hid behind her back playfully, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater, as she slowly walked backwards across the living room, a Mona Lisa smile in place. She stopped right before the door to one of the rooms.
His bedroom.
"I…"
He didn't get the chance to even think of finishing that sentence because she twisted the doorknob and slowly slipped inside, still watching him with that smoky look, almost daring him.
He could almost feel the cogs hard at work again as his brain finally kicked in and he scrambled onto his feet, almost tripping over the cashmere throw. Darren gracelessly stumbled through the doorway, fighting the nervous fluttering in his gut, and paused.
Dianna's body leaned against his pillows, one hand casually tangled in her messy curls, while the other lay flat against her bare stomach, stroking small patterns with her fingers upwards as her sweater rode up, revealing more skin than Darren's brain could handle at the moment. Her delectable, bare legs lay comfortably across the sheets, one casually draped over the other.
Only after a good, long moment of gaping did Darren finally realized how stupid he must've looked just standing there. And, good lord, he was probably drooling too. He quickly raised his hand to wipe his mouth when he heard Dianna giggle. He looked up and couldn't help but crack a grin when he saw her try to stifle her laughter with the back of her hand and fail miserably.
"Am I to understand," she tried to speak between giggles as he crawled across the bed on all fours, climbing over her tiny form, "that I've reduced the Darren to a speechless, horny 14-year-old boy?"
"Yes, well," Darren mumbled as she threw her head back in laughter, exposing the long, creamy column of her neck. He took this as an invitation, dropping little butterfly kisses around the hollow of her throat. Dianna gasped, her laughter finally dying down, and he flicked his tongue out against her skin, "It doesn't take very much from you, does it?"
Dianna moaned as his open mouth left a hot trail along the length of her neck. Her head lolled to the side when his lips found the sensitive spot right beneath her ear and nipped lightly. "Dar-Ah…!"
"Hmm…?" Darren sucked on her sensitive skin before lapping over it with his tongue and moving on to leave a soft trail of kisses along her jaw line. Dianna tilted her head back even farther, trying so desperately to clear her foggy mind enough to form a somewhat coherent sentence.
"Darren…I need you to…I need – touch me now."
Darren hummed in understanding, nipping affectionately at the tip of her chin before pulling off to hover over her body, appreciating her limber form once again. With her hair splayed out wildly on the pillow beneath her, back slightly arched as her hands firmly grabbed the soft cotton of the sheets, she looked nothing short of a divine. Her eyes were tightly sealed and even her cheeks were rosy, holding a light flush to them. What Darren couldn't take his eyes off of, though, was her mouth. Dianna had been biting them, he could tell, because there was a slight swell to her lips, and they were a bright and very tempting pink.
Darren's traced the outline with his eyes, his fingers soon following suit and ghosting over her lips. He looked her in the eyes and held her gaze as his fingers slowly but surely moved their way southwards, skimming the tip of her chin and tickling her throat. Dianna closed her eyes and smiled, biting her lip playfully, then letting go.
The corner of Darren's eyes crinkled as he beamed at her, finger tips scanning over her top and gliding through the valley between her breasts. Dianna arched slightly at the touch, leaning in to his fingers for just a little more friction. Darren raised an eyebrow but continued his trek further, grazing over her sweater-clad stomach, applying a little more pressure through the thick-knitted material.
Dianna sighed happily and turned her head into the pillows, smiling into them as his fingers reached her lower midriff and hit the waistband of her shorts. "Mmm…go on."
Running the pads of his fingers over the very small sliver of skin bared just above the button of the denim, he slid down to toy with the brass button, flicking it with his fingers and tugging it playfully.
"Darren," she moaned, huffing into her hand frustratedly, "quit it."
"Hmm? Quit what?" he watched with a smirk as her eyebrows knitted together in annoyance, frowning lightly. He enjoyed watching her getting all worked up. It was too rare.
"Stop being…" she opened her eyes, lifting her head a little and glaring, "Stop teasing!"
Darren bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. She was adorable. He cocked his head to the side, "Fine."
His fingers moved down to rest on her crotch, pressing his fingers harder into the thick denim and flicking his wrist to point downwards, his hand disappearing between her legs. He watched her jaw clench as his fingers worked her through her jeans, stroking slowly, yet firmly.
"That's…I…unh." She moaned when he pressed down hard enough to feel the dampness through the thick cloth.
"How long…?" How long had she been this wet?
"Since…since you started stroking my thighs like that during the movie." She said hurriedly, lightly rocking into his fingers as he stroked her a little faster.
Darren thought back to when they were on the couch and snuggling under the blanket, plates cleaned and on the table. They shared the same throw and her head rested on his shoulder, subtly nuzzling the crook of his neck every time a particularly gruesome scene played from the movie. He remembered feeling her light, warm breath against his collarbone and her legs folded together and slightly overlapping his. His left hand had slowly wandered from his own knee to hers, eventually stroking higher and dipping behind her knees to graze and tickle the sensitive skin. He remembered hearing the way she gasped almost inaudibly when he casually drooped his arm over her legs, gently nudging his fingers in between her thighs from underneath and rubbing soft circles into her skin.
"That's why I had to move and lay across from you on the sofa. I…I knew that if you didn't start touching me soon, I would."
Darren exhaled sharply, dropping his head to the end of her collarbone and groaning. Just the thought of Dianna touching herself, playing with herself while he watched…it shot straight down to his groin. "You can't-you can't just say things like that." He breathed against her skin.
"Then do something about it." She whined, grabbing him by the collar and arching her back off of the bed. He huffed against her skin when their torso's rubbed together and-hang on.
"Are-are you…?" He moved his hands to her waist bunching up the thick material of the sweater over her tank top until- "Are you wearing a bra?"
Dianna blushed faintly as his fingers came to experimentally graze over her pert nipples, now visible through the stretchy, thin black fabric. His thumb flicked over her lazily and she jolted, a wonton moan escaping her lips. "Ah! N-no..."
Elated with this revelation, Darren grinned, "So you're sensitive," Darren said lowly, sinking his head down to her chest and biting the visible nub through the cloth, tugging with his teeth, "here?"
Dianna's head fell back into the pillow with a thump as she sucked in sharply between her teeth, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Darren smiled into her shirt and flicked his tongue out, teasing her slowly while sliding his other hand up her body to rub the other nipple roughly. Dianna turned her head into her shoulder and let out a muffled cry.
His mouth moved to her other breast, lazily licking circles into her tank top until she arched herself into his mouth. Darren took this opportunity to slip his hand underneath her back and held her up as he slid the sweater above her head. He brought his other hand to her back and elevated her slightly into his lips as he kissed his way down to her bare midriff. Her tank top rode up to reveal a wide expanse of skin, the likes of which he hadn't seen since she walked down the halls of McKinley as Quinn in that outfit.
Darren groaned loudly, dropping his mouth to her bare midriff and running his lips across the words 'mary had a little lamb' on her ribcage, "God, I just wanna-I want you so bad."
She couldn't help but smile, the thrill that she had such an effect on him overwhelming her. Dianna hummed in content when she felt his tongue drag along her abs roughly, leaving a hot, wet trail in its wake. One of his hands moved to grip her waist, slipping his fingers underneath the waistband of the denim of her shorts and tugging down desperately. His mouth moved to suck in the skin of her hipbone, biting it lightly with his teeth and pulling before lapping over the dark red spots soothingly with his tongue.
Before she could stop herself Dianna low, desperate moan, tilting her hips in his favor and moving her face to muffle her sounds in the pillow once more, "Darren, if you keep doing that-" She could already feel the heat pooling low in her abdomen.
Darren grunted against her skin, giving the numerous red marks one last satisfied look before moving down to her the button of her shorts. "Can I-"
"Please." She hissed impatiently, looking down at him. A violent shiver ran down her spine at the sight of Darren holding her thighs apart and undoing the button of her pants with nothing but his teeth, pulling on the fabric hungrily. She let out a hurried string of words that would be sure to make a sailor blush.
"Iknew you weren't as pristine as they say," he mumbled, flashing a grin at her, "It's kinda sexy when you swear, you know."
Dianna blushed at his words, her chest swelling with delight. Only he could make her feel like this. This sexy.
Her thoughts were soon forgotten when Darren hooked his fingers through her belt loops and grabbed the fabric, tugging it down with ease; Dianna thanked the lord that she hadn't decided to wear her skinny jeans tonight. As soon as she felt her shorts bunch around her knees Darren's movements ceased. She waits a few more moments and nothing. "Dar-ah!"
Dianna's back arched off of the bed dramatically when she felt hot lips, and even hotter breath, through the thin fabric of her panties. She brought her knuckles to her teeth, biting down hard to control her noises and breaking the skin.
"Jesus, Dianna…" Darren mumbled, nuzzling his way in between her legs and pausing to inhale slowly. She was so intoxicatingly sweet. "Black lace?"
"Oh…" Dianna tried to cover her face from embarrassment, her cheeks burning. She had forgotten about those. Darren clumsily went to pull the shorts off completely, dropping them on the floor near the bed. He shifting himself in between her legs and hooked one of them over his shoulder, sucking little kisses along the inside of her thighs dangerously close to the hemline of the black lace. "You always struck me as the sort of scandalous type…I always thought it was so fucking hot."
"I-I can't-" she breathes shallowly, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences when his mouth was so close to her center where she's aching for it. She involuntarily spread her legs wider and stretched her legs slightly, "I…need y-you to…"
Chuckling, he brushed his lips lightly against the thin, damp fabric and chastely kissed her before opening his mouth and running a long, slow lick along her slit. He could feel her violently shudder against his lips and only smiled, a feeling of pride overwhelming him because he was the cause of that.
He slowly moved to her clit, lazily flicking his tongue out across the scandalous lace and making her gasp. Dianna's legs tensed up a little bit before clamping slightly around him. He hummed against her clit and that does it. Her hand urgently seeks to clench the roots of his messy curls as the other claws at the sheets, gripping until her knuckles were pale. She let out a hoarse, broken whine that absolutely wrecked Darren.
"Fuck." He dropped his head to rest on her hip, just breathing. His jeans strained against his cock, rubbing painfully. He slowly rutted against the mattress, careful as to not alert her. This was about her. He wanted to make her see that no other person, man or woman, could make her feel as good as he could.
He was brought back to his senses when he felt something brush against his forehead lightly and looked up. Before Dianna had a chance to slip her hand under the lace of her panties Darren caught her and raised himself so that their eyes were leveled. He kissed the back of her hand softly and laughed, scolding her, "Ah-ah-ah!"
A faint whine escaped Dianna's throat as she protested, hand going limp next to her face. She pouted slightly and avoided his gaze, pushing her flushed face into the pillow. Darren smiled and affectionately kissed along the length of her jaw sweetly, "No. You have to let me do it. You asked me, remember?"
Dianna's eyes snapped open when she felt warm fingertips graze over the flat plain of her bare stomach and slip under the waistband of her panties. Darren's fingers flicked over her clit experimentally and she fisted at the back of his shirt, eyes rolling back into her head and moaning shamelessly. "Ah-do that…again."
"Like this?" Darren propped himself on one arm and watched her face carefully as he flicked his finger again, causing her to arch into him and huff out raggedly. She was such a sight, her cheeks and lips rosy from being bitten so often, her hair fanned out wildly around her face. He could watch her forever life this, do anything to let it happen again.
"I-can you…?" Dianna asked quietly, trying to burrow her now reddening face a little deeper into the fluffy pillow.
Darren laughed, highly amused, "So now you're shy?"
She brought one of her hands to her face, "I…" He slipped his fingers lower, stroking slowly and watching intently as she attempted to stifle a particularly loud moan. "Darren!"
He continued to stroke her, finger slipping a little deeper every time. He could feel her starting to squirm beneath him, twisting and tilting her hips into his hand for just a little more friction.
After a few more moments of desperate whining and incoherent babble he decided to take mercy on her and slipped his finger in all the way with grace. He felt her tighten around him and began to move slowly, watching her mewling as she bit her lip and clawed at the sheets. Watching her like this he just couldn't understand how she could possibly have a hard time believing she was sexy.
"Mmm…more."
Darren happily complied, slipping in a second with ease. He pumped her slowly, his momentum gradually building up when he felt her hands slide up his shoulders and drag down and across his skin, leaving angry red scratch marks in their wake. "Ugh, god, Di…."
"Faster," She begged, a little breathless. She could feel the coil in her stomach tightening, warning her, "please."
Obediently, he fucked his fingers into her faster, a steady pace in play. Dianna arched her hips off of the bed, rhythmically grinding into his fingers. Darren watched her face the entire time, eyes fluttering open and closed from time to time, her green irises so very dark. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her lips were bright red and wet and so, so tempting…
"I'm close…!" She breathed, shoulders lifting from the pillow tensely and falling back again. He watched as her eyelashes fluttered and her mouth opened wider, her breathing ragged and shallow. She looked into his eyes; her expression was desperate and pleading. If she kept this up Darren was going to need a new pair of jeans.
He finally crooked his fingers ever so slightly and she cried out loudly, snapping her eyes shut and throwing her head back, "Darren!"
He felt her clench all around his fingers, pulsing and tightening as her body lightly shook. Her nails clawed tightly into her back and she shook violently and she clutched him close. He continued to pump her slowly, letting her ride out her orgasm until she steadily came to a rest, letting her body fall loose and limp onto the messy sheets. "Mmmh…"
He watched her chest rise and fall slowly, savoring the view for as long as she could. Smiling fondly, he raised his hand to brush a few stray locks of hair from her face. Her eyelashes slowly fluttered open to reveal dark, dilated pupils and a wild look in her eyes.
The sense of elation within him was overwhelming. If you had asked him a mere couple of months ago if Dianna would ever look at him the way she was at this very moment Darren would've responded with, 'Not in this lifetime, buddy.'
Reluctantly, he pulled his fingers away from in between her legs and looked around for a tissue near his bedside. When he saw that the box was empty he casually raised his fingers to his lips, sucking and lapping them until they were clean.
Dianna groaned from beneath him and slid her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down forcefully into a deep, dirty kiss.
It was so different from their first, which was somewhat sweet and slow. This time was so needy and desperate. Darren moaned into her mouth, tangling one hand into her hair and sliding the other to her cradle her waist.
The need for air broke them apart and Darren rested his forehead against hers, sighing softly as he looked into her eyes. She smiled, biting her lip somewhat shyly and looked down.
"Oh, don't go all shy on me now." Darren laughed, and motioned his hand towards her body lazily while keeping himself propped on his elbow, "Not after all…that."
She laughed, flushing a little while she covered half of her face with her hand, still a little overwhelmed, "Darren, that was…"
"Incredible? Yeah."
She smiled, "Yeah."
Dianna shifter her leg a little but halted when she bumped into something hard and-oh.
"Oh my god."
"What?" he asked in a slight panic.
"Are you-you didn't…do you want me to…I can take care of that-"
"Oh. Oh!" Darren burst out laughing, finally catching on, "No, no! It's fine."
"But-are you sure?" Dianna asked, tentatively glancing at the straining bulge in his pants.
"Hey, hey-" He said, grabbing her face so that she looked straight into his eyes, "It's fine. I'm fine. Tonight-this…is all about you."
Dianna gazed into his face, so earnest and sincere. What had she ever done to deserve this? She tilted her head up to kiss him softly and sighed into his mouth before dropping down again with a content smile.
"You know, you're very good with your hands."
"Well…" Darren drawled casually, buffing his fingernails onto his shirt, "I do get a lot of practice-ow!"
Dianna hat hit him in the arm playfully, a scandalized smile on her face.
"I-I meant with my guitar!"
So guys...please, please don't hate me but I think I've decided to drop this project for the time being. See, the thing is, another idea for a DarrenxDianna fix popped into my head and I just CAN'T get it out of my system for the life of me D: I'll gonna focus on that one fir a while. I don't think I'm gonna drop this completely, though, because I do have this ONE idea I'm DYYYINGGGG to write for the two of them, but maybe I'll jus make it into a oneshot IDK OMG...Besides, this one didn't turn out quite as well as I'd hoped. It was kinda like practice, I guess, for my first Diarren fic? Well, I promise you that the next one will be much better! :D It called One Hell Of A Summer and it's based off of a gorgeous photo set that quaintwin posted on tumblr which you can actually find on my tumblr (lepommes) and it's just ergthwyhtegfw okay?
Also, I now have a separate tumblr for my DarrenxDianna inspiration for my writing, and it's called just that : darrenxdianna. Please check it out of you can, the collection of the two of them is mouthwatering, if I do say so myself :3