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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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I knew it wasn’t going to be much longer before Darren started working on his next project. He and Justin have been holed up in Darren’s studio all afternoon. I’m really not listening. Too busy with work of my own. Around 6:30 pm, I started to get hungry. I’m at a good stopping point anyway. I quietly head upstairs. Don’t hear any music playing. I knock on the door.

“It’s open, Rich.”
“Don’t mean to interrupt your creative flow...”
“Nah, we’re just tossing some ideas around. What’s up?”
“You blokes hungry?”
“Eh. A bit.”
“Did you want me to make something?”
“Actually, why don’t we just order a couple of pizzas?”
“Could do that.”

A ten-minute negotiating session ensues over what toppings to order, but we finally settle on one with cheese and one with everything.

“I’ll call it in and let you fellas get back to work.”

Justin reaches for his wallet.

“What are you doing?”
“Paying for dinner.”
“No you’re not.”
“Aw come on, Darren.”
“Shave...”

Darren hands me the cash from his own wallet.

“Alright, but I’m buying next time.”
“Yeah, alright, whatever”, Darren replies as he winks at me.

Back downstairs, I whip up a chocolate cake and throw it in the oven. Gotta have dessert, right? Now let’s see, I know I bought a few tins of frosting not too long ago. I’m digging through the pantry. How’d they end up all the way back here? Darren must’ve shoved them in the back. This should be ready to come out just about when the pizzas get here. I clean up the stuff in the sink and put it away while I’m waiting. Snippets of a catchy new melody capture my attention. I’m gonna like that song, whatever it is. Talk about perfect timing... just as I’m taking the cake out of the oven, the delivery guy arrives. Wally is barking as I open the door and pay the kid. Don’t feel like running up 2 flights of stairs, so I text Darren. Two hungry boys come running down the stairs as I’m pulling cans of soda out of the fridge. Darren is immediately drawn to the smell of baking.

“Ooh, Sweetie, I didn’t know you were baking a cake.”
“In celebration of your project, but it’s not cooled yet, so DON’T TOUCH IT!”

Justin makes to gouge out a chunk.

“Oy, that means you too!”
“Damn! Foiled again!”

We dive into the pizzas, laughing all the while. Justin has Darren in stitches, talking about watching movies in reverse. He had to mention the shark from Jaws vomiting up people as I’m about to swallow. I smack him on the head.

“Thanks so much for that visual, Shave!”

Darren is nearly pissing himself. Of course he was slipping Wally pizza crusts. Once we finish, they go back upstairs, and I finish frosting the cake before returning to my own office to work some more. It was about 11 when I called it a night. They were still up there, working. I helped myself to a piece of cake, and sat on the couch, flipping channels, checking out the news headlines while I ate. Eh. Nothing worth writing home about. I turned off the telly, yawning, and trudged upstairs to take a shower. Darren came in after midnight. I wasn’t sleeping very deeply, because I heard Justin leave, and I woke up as soon as Darren walked into our room and turned on the light on his nightstand.

“Hi. Didn’t think you’d be waiting up for me.”
“I wanna hear how it went.”

He gets undressed and sniffs himself.

“Think I need a shower?”
“Why, do you stink?”
“I hope not.”
“Then save it until morning and come to bed.”
“You’ll tell me if I do, won’t you?”

I roll my eyes.

“Yes, I’ll tell you.”

He climbs into bed beside me and reaches for me.

“Well?”
“Darren, relax, you’re fine. Tell me...”
“I’m exhausted, but exhilarated at the same time. It feels awesome to start working on these melodies that I’ve been hatching for the past few months.”
“What’s that one I heard a bit of?”

I hum a few bars.
He smiles.

“Remember when we went to the cemetery, and you cried the whole way home, and the next day, you got those balloons?”
“Yeah. You said it gave you an idea for a song.”
“That’s it.”
“Do you have lyrics already?”
“Not yet. More of an idea of what I want to say, but nothing concrete yet.”
“I’m excited too. Are you gonna hire me for the visuals?”

He laughs.

“What do you think?”
“Good. I’ll get right on it.”

He spoons his body around mine, and he’s whispering in my ear as he’s running his fingers through my hair. I know I was smiling as I fell asleep.

Mind you, they’re not actually starting on the next Darren Hayes record. Mostly they’re writing for others. D was even asked to go to Sweden to co-write next week. Could be interesting.

D’s been so happy lately. That’s because he’s busy and doesn’t have time to over-think things. The whole ‘Natasha Richardson’ thing hit me pretty hard, mostly because I can’t stop drawing parallels between my family and hers, and how her husband and sons must feel. When I lost my mum, my father fell apart, and the grief killed him, and I retreated inward.

Darren and I were curled up on the couch, watching the news, when we first heard. I felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach. Darren must’ve felt the tension in my body, because he held onto me tighter. I didn’t say anything. We just looked at each other. He knew. I closed my eyes for a moment and took a few deep breaths. I didn’t cry, but a lot of memories I didn’t necessarily want to dredge up came flooding back. I remembered the journal I’d kept whilst I was going through all that. Where did I put it? I think it’s with my old uni stuff.

“Be right back.”
“Rich? Where are you going?”
“Just downstairs.”
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah.”

I’m digging through some old notebooks. Here we are. I’d written a bunch of poems and random thoughts, mostly at the urging of my sister, to get in touch with my feelings. I want to show this to Darren. I come back upstairs and return to the couch.

“Whatcha got there?”
“Something I’d nearly forgotten about, but all this reminded me.”

I hand it to him, open to the page I want to show him. I watch his face as he reads it. Tears are welling up in his eyes, and he brings a hand up to his mouth.

“May I keep this?”

I nod.

“This gives me an idea for the lyrics for that song. Richard, this is beautiful!”
“Thanks,” I whisper.

With a finger under my chin, he tilts my face up to meet his gaze.

“I love you more than life itself.”

I study his eyes.

“I love you too, Darren.”

He kissed me, very softly and gently.
That night, he held me really tight. Very comforting.

Call it ‘spring fever’ if you like, but Darren and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other all weekend. I had breakfast ready when my boys got back from their morning walk on Saturday. I made waffles with syrup and fresh strawberries. You know how he gets all sensual with food. I thoroughly enjoyed watching him eat with his eyes closed. He practically made love to those strawberries! Then we started sharing them, and well, one thing led to another, and he got me so turned on, I begged him to bend over and hold onto the table. I shagged him in the middle of the kitchen, while he licked the syrup and whipped cream off the strawberries. Then I got on my knees and finished him off. That was Round One. We stumbled to the couch, dazed with pleasure, and snuggled as we watched the morning news. Soon as I fell asleep, he switched to cartoons. I woke up a few hours later, and looked around sleepily.

“Darren?”
“Afternoon, Lovebug.”

I smiled. He came over and knelt beside the couch, giving me kisses and running his fingers through my hair.

“You’re dressed already?”
“Yeah. Couldn’t sleep.”

I made my way upstairs, and by the time I’d emerged from the loo, all fresh and clean, he was lying on our bed, waiting for me.

“Miss me, Luv?”

He gets up, and his arms snake around me as I’m staring into the closet, deciding on what to wear. I lean back against him and close my eyes as he’s kissing my neck. I giggle.

“Darren...what are you ...ooh...”
“Thanking you...for loving me up this morning. Repaying the favor.”

Oh, what the hell! We’ve got nothing better to do today. Grocery shopping can wait. He leads me by the hand back to our bed.

“You smell all yummy. I’ll bet you taste yummy too.”

He’s planting kisses all over my upper body. God, I love feeling his lips on my skin! My head was still hazy from our first go a few hours ago, and the hot shower didn’t do much to clear it. Now he’s got me delirious all over again. I close my eyes and surrender to his touch; to the rush of desire and emotion it evokes.

“Love me, Darren.”

If Round One was “delicious”, Round Two was “electric”.

No, not with toys. (laughs)

I was just glowing, buzzing with the energy we generated. And there’s no bloody way I’m going to stand up without falling after that one. Whew!

We spent a lazy afternoon in bed, just lying there, making phone calls to friends and family from the comfort of each other’s arms. I didn’t actually put some clothes on until the dog started asking for a walk. We cleaned up and got dressed, and took Wally to the park. I felt so relaxed; not a care in the world. I’m sure I looked silly wearing red crocs, but I didn’t care. They’re comfortable, and easy to kick off.

I watched the ducks swimming across the pond. Wally and Darren had a game of fetch going. Actually, it looked more like “keep away”. The dog would get just close enough for Darren to reach for the stick, then he’d pull back, daring Darren to give chase. I glanced at my watch. If we’re going to make dinner at home, we’ll need to go grocery shopping. I made a mental list of the stuff we’re out of.

So we bring the dog home, finish our list, and head to the store. We get to the candy and sweets aisle, which I usually just skip, but you know D can’t resist.
Some disgusting-looking strawberry flavoured sugar bomb catches his eye.

“Sorry Rich, but I gotta have it.”

I shrug.

“Suit yourself.”

You should’ve seen him go to town on that thing after dinner. “When Harry Met Sally, Take 2.” I just laughed. He started a whole discussion on his forum about sweets, complete with pictures.

On Sunday, I was still in bed when he took Wally out late morning. We had a few friends coming over later, so I really did need to get up and get moving. I decided to enjoy the peace and quiet and have a bath. I’m relaxing in the bubbling water, planning what I’m going to cook, and they come home. The dog comes bounding up the stairs and barges into the loo, staring at me in the bath. For a moment, I thought he was going to jump in with me. I flicked water at him, and he bolted for the door, nearly knocking Darren over in the process.

“Oof! Waldo! Watch it!”
“You alright, Luv?”
“Yeah. That looks like fun.”
“I was thinking, D. How about if I...what are you doing?”
“Joining you.”
“Um...okay.”
“Why, you didn’t want me to?”
“I was about ready to get out.”
“Nah, stay in. I’ll add more hot water. You just look too beautiful to resist.”

Well, when he puts it that way...(laughs)

He got in behind me, and I was leaning back against him. I closed my eyes and sighed. Naturally, his fingers found their way to my naughty bits. I turned to look into his eyes. You’d have thought after yesterday, we’d have worn each other out, but lately we cannot get enough of each other. I was aroused in seconds as his hand closed around me. We shifted so we were on our sides, facing each other, and had another go at it in the bath.

“Well then...(sigh)...that was a lovely way to start the day. Don’t you think, Darren?”
“Hmm...”
“Come on, we’ve got company coming in a few hours. Can’t stay here wanking all day.”
“Darn. I was hoping we could,” he jokes.
“Sure, as if either of us could keep going all day. We haven’t been 18 for about 20 years, Luv.”
“I wouldn’t want to be 18 again. Would you?”
“Oh hell no!”

We cheerfully get dressed and start preparing for the arrival of our guests. He’s fussing around, tidying up the lounge, setting the dining room table, lighting candles, that sort of thing. I’m assembling ingredients in the kitchen.

I make a detour to my office to find my iPod, and I’m happily singing and dancing to myself as I’m cooking. Darren thinks this is cute, and watches, amused, from the dining room. I look up, and to my horror, he’s filming me with his mobile. A chase ensues as I try to grab it and delete it. He stuffs it down his trousers.

“As if that’s going to stop me going after it!”

He’s laughing hysterically as I retrieve his mobile from down his underpants.

“Aw come on Rich, I wasn’t going to show it to anyone. I was just gonna keep it for when I’m out of town and missing you.”

I relent and give it back to him.

“I’d best not see this on You-Boob.”
“Would I do that to you, Darling? Come here. I’m serious.”
“No, I suppose not.”
“You’re so bloody adorable, Richard.”

I roll my eyes. He’s gotten off the hook more times with that one line...
(laughs)
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