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Darren and Richard	By : Leneanna Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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He called to say he was on the way home. Time to put my little plan into action. First, got to put those black undies on. Flower petals in the new satin sheets. New bottle of K-Y warming gel. Romantic cards. New candles for the night stand. I went all out. I’m gonna get me some lovin’ from my man. I tell him I’m going to march him straight upstairs. He says he’s got presents for me as well, and he wants to at least unpack his bags. Alright, that much I’ll give him. I’ll even put his dirty clothes in the wash room. He can give me his gifts, but then he’s all mine. I tell the dog that Daddy’s coming home. He’s all excited. At last, the car pulls up. I open the front door. Wally bounds out to greet him. He’s only got one bag and his laptop. I carry his bag into the foyer and shut the door behind us. He pulls me into his arms. Two and a half days apart felt like ages.

“I’ve missed you so much, Baby.”
“Mmm, I’ve missed you too.”

I close my eyes as we kiss. I smile.

“Don’t stop.”
“I’ve got presents for you, Darling.”
“I’ve got some for you as well. Come on.”
“Wait, Rich. While we’re downstairs, might as well empty the suitcase.”

He tosses the dirty clothes onto the floor. I roll my eyes and take the pile to the wash room.

“The rest is stuff for you. Let’s go upstairs.”

He looks around our room.

“Somebody’s been making preparations.”

I just smile.

“You’ll see.”

We give one another romantic cards. I give him an onyx-and-diamond pinky ring with two diamonds in it. He loves it. He gives me a silver herringbone chain with 2 hearts on it. And creme brulee bubble bath. (sigh)
More kisses.

“I wanna see you in that pose, Luv. The one that got me all horny. Tell you what. I’m off to use the loo. I’ll take my time.”

I wink at him as I get up. He stands up and waits until I leave the bedroom.
Alright now. Off with my clothes. Except for the sexy boxers. Make sure I smell good for him. Inspect my reflection. Not bad.

“Rich? You okay in there?”
“I’m fine.”
“You can come out now.”

I walk in slowly. He’s on our bed, no shirt, just bloody gorgeous. His eyes get wide as saucers.

“Oh my God, Richard! You look so friggin’ unbelievably sexy!”
“You like? I got these just for you.”

He closes his eyes and runs his hand down his chest to his crotch. Speaking of, mine has taken notice and come to life. He’s so beautiful. I bite my lip.

“Bloody hell, Darren! You couldn’t be more desirable if you tried.”
“You really mean that, Richard?”
“Of course. See what you’re doing to me?”

He reaches his hand out. I pull back.

“No, wait. Let me do this. Just lie there and look yummy for me.”

I light the candles, put the bottle on the stand, turn on the radio. Produce my next surprise: Chocolate syrup. Put a drop on my finger and let him lick it off. Another drop, and touch it to his lips. And kiss him.

“Slide over, Luv. Better yet, get under the sheets.”
“Wha...flower petals? You didn’t! Cherry blossoms? Rich...”

I just smile, and pull him into my arms. Our legs are entwined.

“Guess where I’m gonna put the chocolate next, Luv?” I tease.

He glances down at his chest, hopefully.

“Yup. Right here. And then I’m gonna lick it off.”

He whimpers as I take my time on each nipple. I feel him getting hard down there. I shift my leg to give him a little friction.

“Ohh...Rich...”

I look into his eyes and smile as I close the distance and kiss him passionately. His body is so warm beneath mine. Ooh, I want him so much!

“Oh Darren, my love...”
“Have me, Richard. Any way you’d like.”

I pull the covers back. I love looking at him.

“Rich?”

Here he goes getting all insecure.

“Yes, Luv?”
“Do you think my thing is ugly?”
“No! I love it! Why would you think that?”
“I dunno.”
“Stop it, Darren! Right fucking now. Do you hear me?”
“Sorry Rich. Had a moment of insecurity.”
“Shall I show you how much I love this part of you?”

I drip a little chocolate syrup on it and let it run down his length, and then run my tongue up it, and take him all the way into my mouth. He groans.

“Mmm yeah, Rich.”

His head falls back. He closes his eyes and smiles.

“(hiss) You’re so good at this. Ooh (hiss) yeah...”

I stop for a second to let him catch his breath, but keep my mouth on it. He’s breathing hard. I’m proud of him. First time I did this, he didn’t last five seconds. He always says his dick isn’t as sensitive as his nipples. Who’s he kidding?
It’s all in how you do it. I’m working on him slowly this time. I want this moment to last. Love hearing him in the throes of passion, almost as much as hearing him sing. Maybe more. It gets me all excited.

“Oh yeah...oh God...Richard...”

He’s so lost in it, he doesn’t notice me squeezing the bottle in my hand and coating 2 fingers with K-Y. Until I slide them into him. Bet he noticed that.

“I didn’t see that coming, Rich.”
“I know. That was the idea. Gonna give you ‘double jeopardy’.”

I go back to sucking him as I scissor my fingers inside him. He’s gripping the sheets with both hands.

“Right there! More! Oh yeah...ohh...”

When he starts pushing back against my fingers, I know he’s getting close.
Damn, I wanna pull my fingers out and ram into him, but I’m gonna let him come first. He looks so beautiful. He’s glowing. A thin layer of sweat covers him. God, the pheromones drive me crazy!

“Come for me, Lover. That’s it.”
“Oh Richard...aaaaahhh!!!!”

He’s shuddering as I swallow around him, taking it all. Music to my ears. I can’t take anymore. I have to be in him right now or I will die. I withdraw my fingers from his body and squirm out of my boxers. He recovers his senses enough to grab the bottle and prepare both of us. Our eyes are locked on each other as I glide smoothly into him. Engulfed by his searing heat, all I can do is gasp and close my eyes. My arms don’t want to support me, but I catch myself from putting all my weight on him. Leaning on my elbows on either side of his head, I open my eyes and lean in to kiss his forehead, his eyes, his cute little nose, and then his perfect mouth. I pick my head back up and close my eyes as I start moving inside him. I tend to get very “internal” during this part of sex, losing myself in sensation. He brings me back this time.

“No Rich, open your eyes. Stay with me.”

He motions for me to watch his eyes. He holds up both hands, and I lace my fingers through his. The intensity is almost too much to bear. We make no sound, save for breathing in sync. I recall a line in his song “This Side of Me” about “breathing in rhyme with you.” I feel this burning in the base of my spine, threatening to overtake me. I move faster, speeding toward the inevitable explosion.

“Rich, when you come, pull out, and shoot it on me. I want to watch.”

Well, okay, if that’s what he wants. Not sure why, though.
I manage to nod my acknowledgment, as my breathing grows uneven. He feels my muscles tense as the fireworks start going off inside me.

“Pull out, Richard!”, he begs me.

I let go of his right hand and lean toward my left side as I manage to withdraw myself from his body in time to come all over him, shuddering as the waves of exquisite pleasure rack my body. He’s stroking me to prolong it, until I collapse weakly onto him, my face in the curve of his neck. I close my eyes and breathe in his scent, totally content to just lie naked with him for the rest of the day. He wraps his arms around me, completely unfazed that we’re both all sticky and sweaty.

“I love you, Richard,” he whispers.

If I look into his eyes now, I may start crying.

“I love you too, Darren. Thank you.”
“For what, Babe?”
“Everything. Your gifts. Your love. Incredible sex.”

He smiles.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for mine too. I love it.”

He looks at the ring on his finger.

“Beautiful. And for being here when I got back.”
“Where else would I be? I live here too.”
“You know what I mean, Cheeky.”

I laugh. Love to wind him up.

“Tell me something, Darren. Why’d you want me to come on you instead of inside you this time?”
“Not sure. I think I just wanted to be bathed in your love. Does that make sense?”
“Symbolically, I guess. Yeah.”

So we lay there and cuddled for awhile longer, and then took a shower and got dressed. I wanted to show him something in my studio. Something I’ve been working on: “Darrichardising.” Complete with swirling colors and pulsing beats. I didn’t even have to tell him what it was. He got it immediately. I watched his expression. His jaw dropped open.

“Holy shit, Richard! That’s perfect! You totally captured it. Us.”

I smile.

“Can you use it?”
“What about if you create like, a digital album of us? A video album, with that as the centerpiece, and throw in pictures of us. Like a time line, maybe?”
“Pixelfing Presents...(sound effects) Digital Darrichard!”

We both crack up laughing. We’ll work more on it later. Right now I’m starving. Haven’t had a thing to eat since...no, that doesn’t count. (smiling) His stomach is growling louder than mine.

“Come on, Genius, let’s go get something to eat.”
“Oh so now I’m a genius, am I, Darren?”
“Don’t go getting all full of yourself.”
“You said it, I didn’t.”

He rolls his eyes. He’s got two more shows to do, but I’m going with him. And then we’re going to Australia for a few weeks, to see Darren’s family. After which, we come home for a week, and then go on our cruise for two more weeks. Gonna be lovely to get away for awhile. After that, I’ll be working from home, and Darren can work on his book, write songs, sleep all day, whatever he wants. I just want him to be happy. Whatever it takes. As long as I’m part of his life, he can do anything, or nothing. But I suspect he’ll keep performing. He needs that feedback, that love from his fans. It sustains him.
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