Serena woke Darien up in the dead of the night. She knew he had nothing to do in the morning, so that he could sleep in. Something he had learned how to do since being married to her. Not that it meant sleeping very late, according to anyone but him.
He shifted slightly, the confusion of being half awake dulling his understanding. "What?" he asked drowsily. "Is everything okay?"
She placed her soft hand low on his abdomen and whispered, "I was thinking… Remember when we all went on that hot springs vacation during the first week of spring break back in senior year of high school?"
"Yeah… why?" he asked, trying to understand why that memory had to come up at this time of night.
"One night, I stayed up late playing that game with the girls."
He chuckled a bit and smirked, "I remember. You had a Sharpie mustache the next morning."
"You laughed at me back then."
"It was funny," he countered.
Serena kissed his bare shoulder and whispered against his skin, "I refused a dare, and that was the consequences."
After rolling on his side to face, he asked, "What was the dare? Surely, it wasn't worth that. It lasted for four days."
"Longer. It just faded enough after that I could cover it with makeup."
"Was it worth it?" he asked again. He wasn't dumb. Darien realized it mattered to her, something had kept her awake tonight thinking about him.
Serena caressed his cheek and then said, "It was absolutely worth it. Minako went too far that night. She apologized later. It wasn't the time to be sneaking into bed with you."
"Wait. What?!" Darien asked, shocked by what she said.
"Minako dared me to sneak into your bed and kiss your cheek. I know now that you were interested in me, but it wasn't appropriate then."
He pressed his forehead to hers, and he said, "I will be honest with you now and tell you that, had you and depending on when it happened, you would have found me in my room masturbating."
"You were?"
He rolled his eyes playfully and said, "We were at a hot spring! Yeah, you were in the girl's spring when you bathed, but that didn't stop me from thinking about you naked and wet."
She whispered, "I had a fantasy that you would sneak in and join me while I soaked."
Darien pressed her to her back and leaned over her. Huskily, he said, "You woke me up so we could pretend you took the dare that night?"
"I did."
He grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple, "You're naked. Will that work for this game? You should put on something."
"You don't think clothes get in the way?" she teased.
He laughed and shook his head. "Taking them off of you is just so much fun. Don't worry, you'll end up naked."
"Fine," she grumbled. "I'll put on pajamas."
"The cute bunny ones," he prompted.
She raised one eyebrow at him and asked, "You don't think they're childish?"
"I think they make you look very innocent when wearing them. You know how snatching your innocence turns me on." He watched as she cocked her head a bit to question him silently. She knew what he knew; there was an additional reason. He gave in and said, "You wore them on that trip. When I was masturbating, it was to the thought of you giving me a blowjob wearing those sweet pajamas. I guess my dark side wasn't all Matalia created."
"That's not dark," she replied sweetly. "It's just embarrassing for you to admit having kinks back then."
"Probably."
She sighed dramatically and said, "Pretend to be sleeping. I am going to dig out my pajamas."
He lightly smacked her ass as she got out of bed. He knew she liked things like that, just like he did. "I'm already hard."
She leaned over the bed and stroked his cock through the covers. "I'm a lucky girl to fall in love with a man with such a big cock."
"Like you know the difference," he said, amused.
"Minako used to give sexual lectures. One whole unit was on size and how to adapt. We had a session on blowjobs too."
"You're amazing at those," he praised.
"One, many bananas would agree with you. Two, like you would know the difference," she countered, mirroring his comment.
"Bananas?"
"'Study aids.' At least that was what Minako called them."
He shook his head in amusement and said, "And if I thanked her for your performance over the years, she wouldn't be embraced in the slightest."
Serena smiled and said, "She already knows that you like my…. Abilities. She overheard you that one night. They weren't all sleeping."
Darien blushed crimson and said, "I was loud." And he was. That night years ago, she had teased him, declaring that he couldn't control himself, and he took that as a personal challenge—a challenge he lost.
She tried to suppress a giggle but couldn't. She then said, "I don't think Minako has ever been that proud of me before. It was kind of funny."
"Get on those pajamas," he prompted. His abruptness didn't put her off. She knew he wanted to start the game. After all, he was turned on.
Once in the closet, she found her pajamas and put them on. She then crept into the room. She let her mind drift back to that day. Earlier on in the day, she had come out of the hot spring, her clothes clinging to her damp body, and for a flash of a second, she thought she saw desire in his eyes. In hindsight, she hadn't been crazy; it had been there, but at the time, it was easy to pass it off as wishful thinking. He had controlled himself around her perfectly, too perfectly, and she had no reason to believe he held any special thoughts for her.
That night, the game came. The truth part prompted the subsequent dare. Truth: Yes. I love Darien. Later, there was another question, too. Truth: For me, he's the one.
Then came Minako's dare to do something about it. At the time, her friend had almost shaken her when she refused. She insisted that Darien had feelings for Serena, too, and one of them had to do something drastic, or they would be forever stuck in some strange love-lorn holding pattern. The Sharpie was added as a potential consequence, but Serena still didn't take the dare.
She got to the edge of the bed and gently lifted the covers. It was nice knowing he would play along and let her crawl in. She didn't have to actually worry about him waking up too soon.
Once she slid into bed and under the covers, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, just like she had been told to do in the dare.
In a husky voice that made Serena's nipples hard, Darien moaned, "Serena." He then rolled onto his side and placed one hand on her hip. "You're in my bed…?"
She nodded a bit and said, "I can leave. Do you want me to?"
He thought about saying hell no, and then yanking off her clothes and fucking her immediately. The problem with that was it didn't follow along with the point of the game.
Darien knew she would be patient as he thought about what to say. Her real-life self wouldn't mistake his silence for rejection like her past self would most definitely have.
He rejected the perverse idea of asking if it was a dare. He didn't think that would have been something he would have said. The problem was, at the time, she was right. With the way he was then, this wouldn't have gone well.
So, rejecting the idea of behaving like himself back then, he decided to be the man he wished he was—the one who didn't run away from every tender look she gave him for years.
"Did you have fun today?" he asked, knowing it would throw her off, but that wasn't why he said that. He genuinely had wanted to ask her about her time back then. He wanted to know if the trip had meant as much to her as it had to him.
Being Serena, she just rolled with his question. "I did. It's been really nice hanging out with everyone and not having to worry about school or even heading home at night. Last night, we stayed up ridiculously late talking about random things. It was fun."
"The girls are still up?"
"Playing a game, yes," she replied.
Darien rubbed her hipbone with his thumb. "You don't want to hang out with them?"
She shook her head just the slightest amount. "No. This trip is for making good memories. I was hoping this could be one of them."
He let that comment wash over him and warm him. Their whole life together was full of good memories, and he liked adding more day by day. "In my bed?" he prompted.
She scooted a bit closer to him and, instead of answering, asked her own question, "Are you going to ask me to leave?"
"No," he replied quickly.
"Then yes, in your bed."
Darien swallowed hard and asked, "What did you want to do?"
With big eyes focused on him, she said, "I-I don't know. I wasn't sure you'd even let me stay. We could talk… or other things."
"You mean kiss?" he pressed.
She leaned forward and gently kissed his nose. "Yes," she said as she laid her head back down.
He wondered if, even back then, she would have been such a tease. The answer came to him quickly—yes. She had to have been. She was always perfect, and he loved it when she played games like this. It got his blood pumping and amplified the tension.
"Serena, you're in my bed."
"We covered that already," she sassed.
He sighed as he tried to come up with what to say next. He then whispered, "Are you going to confess to me?"
She gave him a cute half-smile, "What? Is this how all the other girls confessed to you?"
"No!" he said, shocked by her question. "Never!"
Chuckling, she replied, "I know. I was only kidding." She then scooted a bit closer to him. "Do you want me to confess?"
"You're in my bed." He placed one finger over her lips to keep her from speaking. "I know I already said that. I mean, what brings you here?"
"You, silly."
"Serena, I need to know why you snuck in here tonight. You mentioned something about making memories. What kind of memories are you hoping to make?"
She placed her warm, soft hand on his bare chest and looked deep into his eyes. "You gave me the briefest of looks today. For a split second, it looked like you ached for me."
He cocked his head and stared at her. He thought back to that trip, and he realized what she was talking about. "Your body was damp, and your clothes were clinging to you. I didn't realize until this moment that I lost control over my reaction, and you saw that."
"It was so brief I thought I imagined it. Then… I wondered what if I hadn't. What if I could come in here and climb in bed with you? What if you wouldn't reject me? What if you did want me?"
He reached over and grabbed her breast with his firm hand. Holding on tight, he gave her a look full of desire. "Can you see my desire now?"
"Yes," she moaned, turned on by his touch and the burning lust in his eyes.
"I need to know, Serena. What kind of memories can I make with you tonight?"
"What kind of memories do you want to make? I'm afraid to say too much."
He pressed her to her back and leaned over her. "You climbed into my bed, and you're afraid? Try again."
"I want to hear you say the words. Talk dirty to me," she begged with her tone. "I took the first risk."
He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, then whispered, "This was a sweet, wholesome friend trip to the hot springs to relax." He shook his head, "And now you're in my bed asking me to talk dirty." He shifted, looked her in the eyes, and said, "I want to slowly work your clothes off while you yearn for me. I want to touch and tease your body until you're panting for breath. I want to lick your ripe pussy and discover what you taste like and how you sound when you scream my name in pleasure. I want to pluck your virgin cunt and cum inside of you, filling you with my seed."
Serena blinked hard, trying to keep herself from reacting too much in shock. He definitely wasn't acting like his carefully controlled self back then. "You think I'll let you have sex with me without a condom?" She countered.
He raised one eyebrow and smirked. He didn't mention that she was on birth control or that they were married. He said, "I think you will. I think you want my raw hard cock."
"How did I give myself away?" she asked.
He reached up underneath her sleep shirt and grabbed her nipple. "Our friends are just outside this room laughing and talking together. I think you don't just want me to talk dirty. I think you want it dirty, too."
Pushing back the covers, he looked down at what she was wearing. "Pink bunnies. I love these pajamas. You look so cute and innocent in them."
"I always liked them but thought they were a bit embarrassing," she admitted.
"They why wear them?"
"Honestly, it was easier to believe you thought I was childish when it was my choice to act that way. I was afraid you would still see me as a child if I acted maturely."
Darien pointed at a pink bunny on her top. "When you dress cute like this, I can look at you, and no one suspects anything. The pink bunnies made people assume I wasn't thinking of the fact that you probably weren't wearing panties, and you definitely weren't wearing a bra. I could comment on the pink bunnies, and no one would know I was really looking at your nipples poking out and wondering what shade of pink they are." He lifted up her shirt to expose one nipple and said, "Ah, that just happens to be my favorite shade of pink."
"You like pink?" she questioned.
"All my favorite things are pink; your nipples, your lips, your blush, your sweet pussy… and you. It's your favorite color, and you wear it a lot. No other color could bring me such joy."
She wanted to know how he could turn her on so much with just words. Wow! It was so sexy and so sweet at the same time. She refrained from saying this game version of him didn't know what her pussy looked like. She took it as he meant it as her husband and lover.
Serena went back to talking about her pajamas. "So you like it when I wear childish things because no one will assume you're a horndog?"
"Precisely," he answered boldly. "Now, should we make these bunnies blush?" He then took her nipple in his mouth and suckled it. Serena carded her fingers through his hair and held him to her breast, encouraging him to continue.
She moaned out and writhed a bit. As she did, she wondered how she got so worked up already. She was dripping wet.
When he pulled back, he flicked her nipple with his tongue and then said, "This is going to be a very good memory."
Serena raised one eyebrow and asked, "This will just be a memory?"
"The first of many good memories. Confess already," he teased.
"And why do I have to confess?!"
He smirked and said, "Because I get confessed to constantly. So many women tell me they love me, time and again."
She glared at him and kinda wanted to punch him. "I'm not sure why that means I have to be the one to confess."
He looked earnestly into her eyes and said, "Because just once, I need to be confessed to by the woman I love. Every time before sucked because it wasn't you. I want one confession in my whole life, and that's yours."
Serena didn't mention that he had technically confessed first. Instead, she said, "Darien, it's always only ever been you. I love you."
"I love you too, Serena." He punctuated that by pulling off her top. "And I love seeing you topless. Your boobs are fantastic."
She wiggled her boobs a bit, knowing that he liked to watch them jiggle. The reaction she got was exactly what she had been hoping for.
Watching them, desire flared in his eyes, and he slowly licked his bottom lip. "This is going to be so much fun, Serena. I can't wait to get my hands on you." He then grabbed her breasts and kissed her neck.
Moaning, she arched her back and whispered, "Don't hold back. I'm your eager lover."
"You snuck into my room and climbed in bed with me. I can't hold back, not now, not when I am living out my fantasy."
"Trust me, it's mine too," Serena responded.
He nibbled on her ear and then asked, "Are we passing on the condom?" He liked hearing her talk dirty, too, so he couldn't help himself.
"You were right about me. I want to feel your bare cock. No condom."
He sat up and pulled the covers off them. Once he did, he worked her sleep shorts off her body. "You are stunning," he whispered.
Darien then startled himself when he asked, "Do the girls know you're in here about to get fucked by me?"
"Yes," she replied boldly.
"That's Good. Then we won't need to worry about being quiet. They already know. I'm hoping you're a screamer."
"If you do it right, I probably am," she challenged, smirking. They both knew the truth. She was most definitely a screamer.
Breaking character for a second, Darien said, "I wouldn't have slept naked back then. I'm glad I do now." He then lined his hard cock up with her wet cunt and thrust in.
Once he was seated inside of her, he gently bit her shoulder. Their bodies were pressed together, and she was now clinging to him. "I hate that I would have self-sabotaged and missed out on this."
Serena wiggled her hips and said, "No regrets. We are desperately in love, and that's what matters. Now, get back in character and fuck my brains out," she sassed.
He began thrusting his hips, penetrating her as deep as he could. He loved the feeling of his cock thrusting inside of her tight cunt. "Better than any fantasy," he praised.
She arched her back and rode his cock, moaning and fisting the sheets. "Yes! So good! More! Give it to me!"
He buried his face into her hair and thrust into her over and over, completely lost to pleasure. She knew everything about his body, and the way she twisted her hips in just the right way to tighten herself up on his cock got him seeing stars.
He took her like a man desperate to experience his first orgasm. When she screamed out in bliss, squeezing him, he came deep inside of her, spilling his seed.
He lay on her as they clung to each other, and he whispered, "Sleep here tonight. Don't go."
Serena caressed his back. She knew he was fully in the memory of his life back then. The lonely boy in him was healed now, but the reality back at that time meant that he was hurting.
She whispered, "I'm staying. Can I sleep in here for the rest of the trip, too? I'm hoping to make more good memories with you."
Darien kissed her cheek and said, "I would love that."
"It's settled," she replied. "Oh, and we should outlaw pajamas. I want to sleep naked with you."
He raised his head and looked directly at her. "I'm all for your idea." After a slight pause, he added, "Can I touch your boobs when you're sleeping?"
Serena brought his hand to her breast and said, "Anytime you want to, you can touch them."
Pinching her nipple, he said, "I don't know if you realize how often that is."
"I want your touch too. This isn't one-sided."
"Serena, you are my dream come true. I love you."
As he fell back asleep that night, happy and loved, he wondered how she could heal even his memories. Even beyond the fantasies and the roleplay, she healed the memory of the lonely boy that still existed back then.