This is the last chapter! Yay! There is lemonyness in this one, finally. ^_^

The drive back to Darien's was a quiet one, neither knowing exactly what to say to each other. When they arrived at his apartment complex, Darien helped Serena out of his car and led her with his arm around her waist up to his apartment. His heart tightened in his chest. The last time she had been here, he had hurt her badly with his actions and words. Was she thinking about that day right now?

He dismissed that thought, knowing it was only going to hold him back. Tonight, he needed to concentrate on her. She had been through a lot. Too much. Things no one should have to go through. In reality, he should be calling her friends; her family; letting them know what happened so they could take care of her. But right now, all he wanted was to be selfish.

She had asked to go to his house. Not anyone else's. She wanted his comfort; his ears; his shoulder; his safe home. And he would give it to her.

And he was done hiding from himself; from his feelings; from her. He wouldn't tell her right away. After all, she had been through a lot. But he would tell her. He would tell her how much he loved her. How this wasn't just a fling for him anymore. How he wanted more than just sex from her now.

Maybe Andrew was right. Maybe she did have feelings for him. Why else would she have gone out with Hokuto? Plus, she had even said she had done it to throw it in his face.

He wouldn't bring any of that up now. Now was time to comfort her and give her whatever she needed to feel safe and secure.

His blood boiled when he thought of the position he found the two in. Serena pinned to a tree by Hokuto and looking as though she wasn't enjoying it. She looked angry and was saying something he couldn't hear. He stopped short as she then spat in Hokuto's face. But his breath caught in his throat when he heard Hokuto yell out "you bitch" and to his horror, he watched as Hokuto's fist came up. Darien took off running but was too far away to make it before Hokuto's fist made contact with Serena's face.

The white rage came when he saw Hokuto's tongue run up Serena's cheek. He slammed into the man from the side, tackling him to the ground and away from his Meatball Head. Darien let his anger overtake him as he pummeled the guys face...that was until he heard his name come from her mouth in a desperate and confused tone.

He led her into his apartment, locking the door behind them. She slipped her shoes off at the door before heading into the living room. He followed suit.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asked. She slowly shook her head.

"I just want to lay down. Is that okay?" She asked.

"Of course! Come on, I'll get you something to wear." He led her to his room where he went straight to his dresser and pulled out a tee shirt. It would be too big for her, but it was all he had. He handed her the clothes and headed out the door, so she could get changed in privacy.

After a few minutes, he headed back down the hall to his room. Softly, he rapped on the door. When he didn't hear anything, he opened it slightly and peeked in.

"Serena?" he called. She was on the bed, the covers half on, already sleeping. With a small smile, he let himself in and made his way to her. As easily as he could, he pulled the blankets up to cover her to her shoulders. As he made his way back out, a soft voice called out to him.

"Darien?" She said softly. He whipped around and took a few steps toward her.

"Yeah?"

"Could you...will you lay with me?" She asked timidly.

"Of course!" He didn't hesitate at all and rushed to the opposite side of the bed, pulling the blankets back and climbing in. As he settled in, she snuggled up to him. Her head rested on his arm that he had wrapped around her as he ran his fingers through her hair. Within minutes, she was back asleep. He laid there, just enjoying this moment.

He soon fell asleep as well.

~*~

It was early in the morning when he woke up. His arm was completely asleep as they hadn't moved positions at all. As carefully as he could, he pulled his arm from under her head. She moaned in complaint but didn't wake up, instead rolling over and snuggling with one of his pillows. He climbed slowly out of the bed and shook his arm, trying to get some feeling back. Grabbing some more comfy clothes from his dresser, a pair of sweats and a tee shirt like he had given Serena, he headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. He was still a little dirty from his roll around on the ground with Hokuto...if you could even call it that. And he was sure his hand needed another cleaning. The EMTs had patched his hand up at the park but it definitely still needed to be cleaned again.

After his shower, he rewrapped his hand, quickly got dressed, and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. The sun was just starting to rise. He knew Serena probably wouldn't be up for a while, but he wanted things prepared when she did get up. First thing was first though; he needed coffee.

After making himself a cup, he headed back into the living room. He almost dropped his cup when he saw Serena standing at the entrance to the hallway.

"Serena!" He quickly set his cup down and made his way toward her. But he stopped short when she held up a hand to halt him. She looked down at the floor as if contemplating something very important. The room was dead silent for a few minutes, the only sound being the clock ticking on the wall.

Finally she looked at him, determination covering her face. The hand she still had up to hold him at bay slowly dropped as she let out a sigh. After a moment, she made her way toward him. He stood stock still, not really knowing what to expect, what to say, what to do.

When she finally reached him, her hands clasped his face and she stood on her tiptoes to reach him, planting her lips passionately against his. His hands moved to grasp her waist, pulling her closer to him. His lips moved against hers as she deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. She moaned softly as his mouth.

Then, as if the sound of her own moan brought her out of her trance, her lips stopping moving. She quickly pulled away from him as tears shot to her eyes and she covered her cheeks with her hands. He stood there, slightly confused at what just happened.

"Serena..."

"I can't..." a sob cut her words off as tears started running down her face. Darien's eyes widened. He tried to take a step toward her but stopped when she took a step back.

"Serena," he tried again, "we don't have to do anything. I didn't expect...I mean...we don't..." He was at a loss for words. In no way did he expect them to do anything sexual after what she went through last night. He just wanted to be there for her and comfort her.

Suddenly he felt like the biggest jackass in the world. Did she think that was all he wanted from her? Of course she did. After the way he treated her the other day, how could she not?

His head was shaking as he tried to take another step toward her. He couldn't stand to see her cry, much less that he was the one who caused it.

"Please, Serena. I didn't mean to..."

"I can't...I can't do this anymore, Darien!" She sobbed.

"Okay. Okay. Just calm down." He said soothingly. But she wasn't hearing it.

"I have to go!" She said in a rush, heading to get her clothes.

"No!" He rushed to her, grabbing her arm. "Please, don't go!" He begged. But she jerked her arm away and looked at him.

"No, Darien!"

"Serena..."

"You don't understand!"

"Then explain it to me!"

"I want more!" She screamed. He stopped, his heart clenched in his chest. She wants more?

She stopped too, having worn herself out. She looked almost defeated.

"I can't just mess around anymore," she said softly, her eyes now staring at her feet. "I want more. I...I want more than just sex. I need more..." Silence blanketed the room.

His stomach was doing summer salt and his breathing had quickened. He smiled to himself, still processing what she had told him. She wanted more...she wanted a relationship...she wanted...him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, bringing him out of his reverie. She moved to head out the door but he was too quick. He grabbed her arm again, this time pushing her against the wall so she couldn't escape him again.

Her eyes widened as his hands moved to either side of her head. He smiled down at her.

"You want more?" He asked. Her confused look made her so cute. Slowly he dropped his hands to his sides. And for the first time, with complete ease, he said, "I do too." Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. and he heard the air catch in her throat.

"You do?" She asked in barely a whisper. He grinned even more, nodding his head.

"I do. I've wanted more for a while. But...I was scared. Scared I would mess up what we had, scared that you didn't want the same thing, just scared." Tears were rolling down her face once again but this time, he knew they were happy tears. He didn't mind causing those. "When you went out with that ass," Serena cringed slightly at the memory, "I couldn't stand it. I was too late to stop it from the beginning, though, because I was in denial. He raised his hands again so lightly clasp her face. "Serena, I love you."

Finally, it was out. Finally, she knew how he felt. Finally, he could breathe easy knowing his feelings were out there, whether she rejected them or not.

But she smiled the biggest smile he had ever seen on her.

"I love you too!" she whispered back. His heart did flips in his chest as he bent down and crushed his lips to hers. Her hands grasped around his waist and her lips moved against his, deepening the kiss.

He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and she granted him access, opening her mouth so their tongues could tango. Her hands moved to grasp his shirt, pulling him tight against her. She lifted one leg to slide up his. But he stopped, pulling away slightly. She looked at him confused and hurt.

"Serena," he said, moving his hands to her waist, "after last night, I don't want to push you into anything. I'm sure you need time and I..."

But she cut him off, pulling him back to her and into a deep kiss. She pulled away just enough to speak, her breath still hot against his lips.

"I don't need time," she whispered huskily. "I just need you." Her smoldering eyes and heavy breathing did him in and he crushed his lips to hers again, this time knowing he wouldn't be stopping.

Tightening his hold on her waist, he lifted her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did and tightened them, pulling him hard against her. He groaned as his bottom half came in contact with her. He knew the sweats he wore did nothing to hide his ever growing passion for her; his need for her.

The shirt she wore rode up her hips and his hands moved to grasp her thighs and soft rear. He ground himself into her, using the wall behind her to his advantage. She moaned and bit his bottom lip in a way that had him panting with need. He needed to feel her, to touch her skin, to be inside her.

He moved away from the wall, pulling her with him as he headed to his room. He kicked the door open as her lips trailed down his jawline and to his neck.

He was so distracted he missed dress on the floor. Catching it with his toe, his eyes widened as he lost balance, landing on his back on the bed. Serena's eyes were wide too, but only for a moment. She burst out laughing, making him smile in return, before bending over to kiss him again. Darien slid the rest of the way onto the bed, taking her with him until his head hit the pillow.

Serena wasted no time, forcing him to sit up slightly so as to pull his shirt off. She gazed down at him, a glazed smile on her face as she enjoyed his hard chest. He grinned up at her. He did take pride in the amount of time he put into making sure his body was right and he was happy to see her enjoying his hard work.

Speaking of hard...

Before he had a chance to even breathe, she was bent over him licking her way down his chest to his stomach. His eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of her hands against his chest, her tongue lapping him up. Tantalizingly, her hands moved down, grasping the waistband of his sweatpants. His eyes popped open and he looked to see her watching him, a wicked grin on her lips. Biting her bottom lip in the sexiest way he had ever seen, she pulled his sweatpants and boxers off at one time, releasing his hard cock into the world. He groaned as the air hit it, his sensitivity skyrocketing.

But his groan turned into a hiss of surprise when he felt her tongue against his tip. He watched as she slowly took him into her mouth, using one hand to support her while the other grasped his base, massaging him as her tongue ran circles around his shaft. His groan returned when her head started to bob, forcing his cock in and out of her hot wet mouth. His hands tangled themselves in the back of her head, grasping her hair.

"Serena...uuhhh..." At this rate, he wouldn't last much longer. Against his better judgment, he pulled her away from him. She grinned, knowing exactly why she had to stop. She knew him too well, that was for sure.

She climbed back up him and he sat up to meet her lips in a hot passionate kiss. It was only now that she sat atop him that he realized she wasn't wearing any panties. Her dripping wet center was perched directly above his aching dick and he had to resist the urge to roll her underneath him and slam into her with no remorse. Instead, he tried to ignore the juices coming from her that were dripping down onto him and instead grabbed the hem of the oversized shirt she wore, pulling it over her head.

Now it was his turn to admire. Her breasts may not have been the biggest in the world, but he was in love with them. Her nipples stood at attention, begging to be played with. But before he had the change, her hand moved wrap around his neck. She moved so their noses were practically touching, and she could look deep into his eyes.

Moving her hips only slightly, she angled herself into the correct position above him. And with a small smirk on her lips, she dropped slowly, moaning in delight as he entered her. He moaned in satisfaction at finally being one with her again.

Once connected, he leaned forward, kissing her with a passion. One hand entwined itself in her hair while the other grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him and pushing himself deeper into her. Heat radiated between them as she started to move, using her knees to push herself up and down on him in a slow, tantalizing way.

She broke their kiss and pushed him down flat on the bed. From this angle, he got a beautiful view of her heaving breasts as she moved above him. Both her hands fell to his chest to give herself better balance and his moved to her waist to help her move. He began thrusting up into her, meeting her moves with his own.

Her pace began to quicken, moving to meet her own heavy breathing. He heard moaning and realized it was coming from him as well as her. His fingers dug into her waist and he knew he was probably causing some bruising but he couldn't help himself. He needed more of her. Needed to be deeper inside of her; to feel her walls constricting around him.

As her movements above him became frenzied and her cries of passion grew louder, so did his. Using one hand, he pushed himself into a sitting position, using his hand to hold himself up. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she clung to him for some stability. He grabbed her hair again, pulling it the way he knew she liked it. She cried his name out in pleasure.

"Oh! Darien!"

She slammed herself on him over and over and his thrusting became so hard his hips left the bed completely. He knew they both weren't far from complete oblivion. He could feel her tight walls contracting around his cock. Her face began contorting into extreme pleasure.

At the last minute, he grabbed her neck, forcing her to look at him.

"God, I love you," he whispered. Before she could even open her mouth to speak, he slammed his dick up into her hard, sending them both spiraling into ecstasy together. He heard himself cry out and heard some semblance of his name being screamed from the woman above him.

He collapsed on the bed, her falling on top of him. Neither could speak, both trying to catch their breath. After a few minutes, their heartbeats calmed but she made no move to get off him. And he was completely fine with that.

His hand traced down her spine and back up again in a soothing manner. Their connection still hadn't been broken as his dick, though not hard at the moment, still lay inside her, being comforted by her warm walls.

After a moment, she lifted herself just enough to look at him.

"I love you, too," she finally answered back. He grinned and in return, was given the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. "Everyone at the arcade is going to freak when they hear about us," she joked.

"And you care what they think?" He asked, knowing full well she didn't.

"Who knows," she teased. "Maybe I've missed my chance with someone else." He raised an eyebrow.

"Someone better?" He questioned. But she smiled again and shook her head.

"Now that would be impossible. There is no one better," she said sincerely. He lifted his head slightly to capture her lips with his. The movement caused her to shift just slightly above him. He groaned softly into her mouth as he felt himself harden inside her once again. She could feel it too.

With both hands on either side of his head, she broke the kiss and looked down at him with a devilish grin.

"You must be tired after all that," she teased with a quick swirl of her hips, causing him to let out another moan as his dick hardened even more. "Such a shame." She started to move off of him.

"Oh no you don't!" He yelled. She let out a squeal as he flipped her underneath him and pushed himself into her once again.

Tonight would be a long night with the woman he loved. He was sure of that.

oOo

THE END!

So, this one shot totally turned into a full story, all because of you lovely people who asked for it! I really hope you liked it!

Also, I have another fic already ready to go! New story should be up soon.