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So Beautiful	By : Leneanna Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1843 -:- 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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It caught my eye back in November: A gorgeous black leather jacket at the mall, in the Leather Shoppe, next to our favorite bookstore. Darren saw me salivating over it and smiled. Caught up in the holiday rush, I’d forgotten all about it. Because we were going to spend Christmas with his family in Australia, we had my family over a few days before, and gave each other our gifts then, rather than haul everything to Australia and back again. He got me matching gloves to go with it. I got suspicious, because I’ve got like 3 pairs of gloves already, but these were really nice. He made me open them first, and as I stared quizzically at him, he blushed and smiled that knowing smile. I’m glad we’re doing our gifts before everyone gets here, just incase I’m moved to smother him with kisses.

“Alright Darren, what are you up to?”

He just shrugs and keeps grinning.

“I didn’t ask for these.”
“I know.”

Still grinning.

“Open...this one next.”

He hands me a big box. I prolong his suspense by shaking it.

“Come on Rich, just open it!”

He’s getting restless.

“Okay, okay!”
“I wonder what it could be?”

He’s watching for my reaction.

“Oh no way! Darren, you didn’t!”

He giggles.

“I knew you wanted it, but that you’d never buy it for yourself.”
“Oh my God! I love it! You rock!”
“Put it on. I wanna see you in it.”

So I stand up and put in on.

“Wow. It looks great on you.”
“I wanna see.”

I turn on the light in the loo and look in the mirror. Even better than how I’d pictured it. That was definitely my favorite present this year. Well, Darren’s scarves notwithstanding. I got him a few of those goofy striped scarves that he loves to accessorize with, and the other day I surprised him by lying on our bed wearing one and nothing else. The love-making that ensued was silky, warm and delicious. Better than fudge! And we made lots of that too. (Laughs.)

In fact, we were cooking for days. We had a houseful of guests, mostly my family, more than half of whom arrived coughing and sneezing. Kids everywhere. I could tell Darren tried not to cringe as the runny-nosed relatives greeted him with kisses. Mark my words, he’ll fall ill, just because he expects to. I placed tissue boxes in strategic locations throughout the house. The kitchen was busy nonstop, and the smell of food cooking was wonderful. That’s what the holidays should be like: The smell of food, the sound of laughing children, music playing. Kids fighting over the Wii. Uh oh. Hang on. Darren jumps to his feet and charges into the lounge.

“What’s going on in here?”, I hear him ask, in his best teacher voice.
Three kids start yelling at once: “Reggie cheated!” “Did not! Katie hit me!” “Hillary took two turns in a row!”
“If you can’t play nicely, I’ll turn it off and you can all go outside. Shall I turn it off, then?”, he threatens.

I smirk to myself. He sounds so parental. Nothing like the threat of imminent seizure of the toy by an adult to stop the squabbling.

“Oh no, please don’t, Uncle Darren. We’ll play nicely. We promise.”
“Alright, but if I have to come in here again, game’s over. Understood?”

Three little voices chime “Yes, Uncle Darren” in unison.

He passes through the kitchen on his way back to the front room, and gives me a kiss.

“You handled that beautifully.”
“When did I become an adult?”

I laugh.

“When did I? So if you’re Peter Pan,, that makes me...?”
“Tinkerbell.”

I giggle.

“Magic wand and all?”

He comes up behind me, nuzzling my ear.

“I love your magic wand.”
“Mmm...yeah. Wanna play with it?”
“After all the kiddies are asleep, Darling. Come join us. I hate that you’re always in the kitchen, missing all the conversation.”
“I hear it from here. The hors d’oeuvres will be out in two minutes, Luv. Then I’m done in here until the turkey’s ready. I’ll be right there. Clear a space on the coffee table.”

The timer goes off on the oven, and I’m hunting through the cupboards for a platter. A- ha. This will do. At last, I can join the adults for some conversation.

Just a few days later, we arrive in Australia, to spend Christmas with Darren’s family, and as I predicted, Darren had a caught a cold. You remember that his sister’s family had to put their dog down a few months ago? Well, Darren and Tracey, along with co-conspirator Mum, have picked out a puppy from the shelter. Mum’s keeping her at her house, and will bring her over Christmas morning. She’s a cute little thing. Looks to be a Lab-cocker mix, with something else thrown in there. How come I never got a puppy for Christmas? I always thought it would be totally cool to get a new pet for Christmas, but alas, it never happened. No wait, actually, I got a goldfish once. After a week, I found him floating dead in his bowl, and held a funeral for him in the loo before I flushed him. Anyway, the kids were happily tearing into their presents when Darren’s Mum arrived with this puppy, wearing a red bow on her collar. The kids looked at their Nana, then at their Mum, then at Darren, and stopped dead in their tracks.

“Merry Christmas, kids.”
“She’s ours?”
“Unless of course you don’t want her.”

They let out a collective squeal that frightened the poor puppy so badly, she peed on the carpet. Fortunately, Tracey wasn’t one to make a fuss about that sort of thing. With kids and dogs, there will be stains. All the other gifts were quickly forgotten as they bonded with their new puppy. Since she was a Christmas puppy, they named her “Dancer”, after one of Santa’s reindeer. And before long, they were fighting over who got to hold the leash, and who was hogging her. Tracey intervened and made them clean up all the wrapping paper, and take out the rubbish, whilst I played with the dog. Friends stopped by all day. Darren and I lounged by the pool. It was lovely, just lying in the sun. I could’ve stayed out there all day, but after awhile, the heat got to Darren, and he went inside. He did come check on me and make sure I wasn’t burning to a crisp.

“Rich? Honey?”
“What?”
“Your back’s getting red. Turn over.”

I grumbled. To prove his point, he pressed a finger onto my skin to watch the impression go from white to red.

“It’s gonna hurt later, Darling, if you don’t.”

I opened my eyes.

“Where’s my t-shirt?”

“Under your chair.”

I reluctantly put it back on. He was right though. I got somewhat of a nasty sunburn just for being stubborn. He had fun mothering me and applying cream, and couldn’t resist an “I-told-you-so” when I howled as the shower water hit my shoulders. I kept my shirt on for the rest of the holiday. Needless to say, I didn’t want him snuggling too closely. It hurt, and I was grumpy. One evening, he surprised me with a dinner cruise around the harbour in Sydney. He had some publicity to do all day, so I mostly just caught up on sleep. The stinging was beginning to subside, and I love Sydney Harbour at night. The seafood is better than anything you’ll find in London. Come to think of it, with all the Christmas mayhem, it’s been a few days since we’ve had any. Sex, not seafood. Maybe tonight, if he’s careful. I’m over my jetlag. He was all kissy when he got back to the hotel.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, Richard.”
“You do?”
“We are doing the Sydney Harbour dinner cruise tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“We have to be down on the dock in an hour and a half.”
“How far is the dock from here?”
“Just across the street. You can see it from here.”

He opens the curtain.

“Look. Right down there.”

I decided I’d been grumpy long enough. I smiled.

“I’m going to enjoy this, Darren.”
“I thought you might. Speaking of enjoyment...”
“I know, Luv. We haven’t in a few days.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you, since you were so sunburned.”
“You’ll just have to be gentle with me, Luv.”

He kisses me.

“I’m always gentle, aren’t I?”
“Yes, most of the time. We have gotten a bit carried away on occasion.”
“I’ll be extra careful tonight. I promise.”

My mind is cycling through what position to use that doesn’t involve me lying on my back. We’re resourceful. We’ll think of something. Funny how my favorite meals always involve seafood. I was definitely cheerful by the time we got back to our room. I flopped onto the bed, on my back, and was pleasantly surprised that it didn’t hurt much anymore. Darren pounced on me. I giggled as I looked up at him.

“Careful Luv, it’s still a bit sensitive.”
“I think someone’s being a bit of drama queen. That’s my job.”
“Oh, so I’m being a drama queen? I’ll show you a drama queen!”

I flipped us over so he was on his back, and a playful wrestling/tickling match ensued. I may be shorter, but I can still wrangle him when I have to. Lord knows what they must’ve thought we were doing in there. I almost managed to shove him off the bed, but thought the better of it. He’d probably hit his head on something on the way to the floor. We were both lying there, panting and laughing. He snuggled and batted those gorgeous blue eyes at me.

“Wait, let me brush my teeth first.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Perfect timing, Rich!”

I laugh.

“Sorry, but I’ve always been a bit paranoid that way. I will not risk kissing my partner with nasty breath. Call it an act of consideration.”

He relents, and we brush our teeth before returning to bed. I throw my shirt on the floor, and examine my sunburn in the mirror. It’s starting to peel, and it’s more itchy than painful now. Darren sees me trying to reach the itch in the middle of my back.

“Shouldn’t scratch it, Darlin’. It could get infected.”
“The itching is going to drive me barking mad!”
“I’ll put something on it. Come sit here.”

He managed to turn putting sunburn-relief cream on me into an act of sensuality. I forgot all about the itch and started to feel all tingly as his hands glided over me.

“Mmm...don’t stop. Feels good”, I purr, flopping onto my stomach, encouraging him to keep going. His hands travel down my arm, just ghosting over the inside of my elbow. I’d forgotten how responsive I can be in that spot if he touches it just right. I close my eyes and smile.

“Nice, Darren”, I whisper.

We cuddle closer.

“Got anything else I can rub?”, he teases.

I kiss him.

“Will this do?”, I ask, as I squirm out of my trousers and place his hand on my naughty bits.

He sheds his clothes as well, and we’re softly touching each other as the kissing grows more urgent.

“Let me be on top, Darren.”

He pauses.

“You wanna...?”

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that. You’re still topping, but I just don’t wanna lie on my back yet.”

I straddled him to show him what I wanted. We don’t use this position often, probably because there’s less contact between our bodies this way. I know he prefers the missionary position, but we can always go back to that later.

“Lie back and let me ride you, Luv.”

He smiles. We tried not to make too much noise, but the mattress was somewhat creaky, but we soon forgot all about it and gave in to the pleasure of our lovemaking. I must admit, I’m sometimes guilty of falling asleep straightaway after sex, and he rarely does. I always tell him it’s because he did his job so well. I tried to fight the drowsiness as long as I could, but I don’t think my conversation was sounding particularly coherent.

“Huh?”
“I’m sorry, Luv. My brain doesn’t work to well after lovin’. I just feel (yawn) so blissful. I want to sleep.”

He laughs, rubbing my back softly as he looks into my half-closed eyes.

“Ooh, sorry, did I hurt you, Rich?”

“No.”

“Alright, Sleepy Boy, go ahead. Close your pretty eyes.”

“Love you, Darren.”

“I love you too, Baby.”

Next day, we went to Leonie and Robert’s. God, the boys have gotten so big! Darren’s always so silly around Leonie. Robert and I just gave up and let girls be girls. That night, we saw a film on the beach. Afterwards, we returned to our room and reluctantly packed. We were flying home next morning. I guess we were feeling a big melancholy that all the holiday fun was over, and it was time to start 2009. I know he’s tossing around a few creative ideas, and I’ve got some projects pending as well. Here’s to a productive New Year! Cheers, Mates!
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