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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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Let me just say, I had the best time working with those kids! I was introduced as if I were Spielberg or something. There were 4 teams of 4 students each, with each team having an advisor/mentor in the industry. The winning documentary moves on to Regionals, with the finalists going to Cannes. How exciting! My team chose as their topic “Downloading and the Future of the Music Industry”. Wow! Do they even know who I’m married to? Darren has loads to say about this topic. By the time the first day was done, they knew all about Darren, and I gave them tons of source material. I even set up a video conference with him, and they got to ask him all manor of helpful questions. I’ll help them edit the video interview. Next, we’re going out to interview people of various age groups for their opinions, starting on the uni campus, and then out on the street. Finally, we put it all together, and on the last two days, we all present our documentaries. I totally bonded with my team, and even invited them back to the house for our “Premiere Party”. Most of the editing was done in the school’s studio, but since we all had laptops, bits of the work were done offsite. I had to let them do the work, and resist the urge to take control and do it myself. I mostly offered guidance. They were a terribly clever lot. I even did the cooking for our Premiere Party, but I had Tracey’s help organising everything. I emailed D a copy of the finished product, and I surprised the team with a taped video message from him. Needless to say, our team won, and our documentary has been submitted to compete against short films from other uni’s at the Regional Level. I am more than chuffed!

When I wasn’t working with the uni kids, I was engaged in one of my favorite warm-weather pastimes: gardening. It was something we did with our Mum as children. Since we didn’t have much money, we tried to grow as much of our own produce as we could. Even now that money’s not a problem, there’s something spiritual about communing with nature, and absolutely nothing like the taste of home-grown organic fruits and veggies. I was happily on my knees in the dirt, preparing my little plot of land. Wally was sniffing about, eager to help dig, but I would have none of his digging in my little veggie patch, or my flower beds either, for that matter! He can go dig in that little bare corner of the yard, where not a single blade of grass grows. Of course, if he gets himself all muddy, I’ll have to see to it that he has a bath before Darren gets home tomorrow, but that’s another matter entirely. Aah, topsoil! Worms! The smell of freshly-overturned earth! I got all my seedlings planted before dark, and left my muddy trainers on the back porch. Darren would throw a proper fit if I tracked dirt into the house! I left my jeans in the wash room. Shame to dirty another pair. Maybe I’ll just put those back on tomorrow morning. Somehow I’ve got to lure this filthy dog into the upstairs loo. He’s not about to submit to a bath willingly.

Well, it took some coaxing, but I did it. The dog is washed, and after rinsing all the dirt out of the tub and having a nice, hot shower of my own, I spent a few hours just reading in bed. D will be home tomorrow. I made it through the week without him, but I’m starting to get a bit antsy from lack of sex. I mean, I can just wank any time I want, merely to release the tension, but it doesn’t cure the empty longing I feel to have his arms around me, look into his eyes, and inhale his scent. I need the total experience, not just the release. I hope he’s missed me too. I’m making a whole plate of chocolate walnut brownies for him. Just had to sample one with a big glass of milk. Strictly for quality control purposes, you understand. (smiles)

I made sure the dog was back in the house after his walk before I finished up in the garden. Had to insert the little plastic thingys that identified each row of plants, and put up the chicken wire to keep a certain dog out. Then, I moved on to the flowers in front of the house. I was humming to my iPod, spade-in-hand, on my knees, when Darren’s taxi pulled up. Didn’t hear it until the door slammed. I stood up, hands and knees dirty, as Darren nearly jumped me. I didn’t want to put my hands on him. I mean, of course I wanted to, but I didn’t want to get him dirty. I kept my hands at my sides as Darren closed the distance and kissed me.

“Mmm, I’ve missed you, Darling. I can’t wait to tell you all about my week. Look at you, Mr. Greenthumb!”

“You should see what I’ve done out back, Darren. We’re going to have tomatoes, green beans, lettuce...”

He throws his bags inside the front door.

“Show me.”

I proudly give him the tour of Farmer Cullen’s Veggie Patch.

“I hope you planted carrots. You know I love carrots.”

“I did. This whole row. I love carrots too. Big thick hard ones,” I whisper in his ear.

His smoldering eyes meet mine.

“It just so happens I’ve got one for you.”

I lick my lips.

“Race you to the shower?”

We bolt for the back door. I shed my clothes in the wash room, and tear up the stairs, butt naked. Darren is close behind, laughing. A minute later, we’re making out in the shower.

“You wash me and I’ll wash you?”

“Deal!”

We were good-to-go long before we finished soaping each other up, but we’re going to take our time and love each other up properly. No quickies this time. We dried off, and first thing I did was have Darren lie down whilst I applied his favourite shea butter body creme. He was purring by the time I was done. It makes his skin glow. Well, maybe that wasn’t the only reason he was glowing.(laughs) Ooh, the sounds he was making when I rubbed the stuff on his erection! Now there’s a beautiful visual...(smiles) Darren on his back, licking his lips, all aroused. Mmm...

“My turn.”

My eyes were hazy as his warm hands glided over me. My gaze keeps returning to his erection. I’d like to sit straight down on it and ride him until...

“Richard? Hello?”

“Oh. Huh?”

“I asked you to turn over, Sweetie. You were zoning out on me.”

I giggle.

“Sorry, Darren. I was just admiring my favorite carrot.”

He laughs.

“I want it.”

“Where would you like it, Baby?”

“You know where.”

I get on my hands and knees, so my upper body is resting on the bed. I straddle him, so he’s on his back beneath me.

“You got it, Baby, but my tongue is going there first.”

My heart skips a beat. His warm hands are on my bum, and my brain just turns to mush when he starts rimming me.

“Ooh...oh yeah Darren...”

He’s licking everything he can reach. Heaven. Absolute ecstasy.

“Richard, in the top drawer...”

I hand him the bottle. Oh, I’ve waited all week for this! He gets on his knees behind me. He’s got two slippery fingers in me, trying to get me to relax, so he can penetrate. I take slow, deep breaths, willing myself to relax my muscles. And then he hits the spot.

“Ohmygod! Darren!”

“Right here, Baby?”

I nod.

“Ooh yeah. Do that ‘2 fingers’ thing, Darren.”

“I’ve already got two fingers in you.”

“No, no, I meant the trick from the DVD.”

I hold up my hand to show him.

“Oh okay. Like this?”

I groan loudly.

“Oh fuck, that feels good! Darren...”

I look back at him. His eyes are dark. He’s breathing with his mouth open. He gently withdraws his fingers and lubricates himself, and me, before pushing into me in one smooth motion. I gasp as the walls of my body part to accommodate him. It burns at first, and he holds still until I’m comfortable. Rather than pounding in and out of me, he stays in and just rocks gently. Direct hit.

“Oh God yes...mmm...”

He is encouraged by this.

“That feel good, Baby?”

“Mmm hmm...”

He slows down, so he’s only moving every few seconds. The result is that I’m getting a delicious rush of pleasure every time he moves, which just barely starts to fade before he moves again.

“(gasp) Darren...Darren...ohh...”

I think I’m going to die from the pleasure. Can one person feel this good for so long and live? When I constrict around him, it feels even better, for both of us.

“Oh yeah, squeeze me, Richard. That’s it, Baby.”

We settle into the rhythm and listen to each other gasping and groaning. It just heightens the thrill. How have I managed to hold off coming this long? How has he?

“I’m getting really close, Luv. I’m gonna come really hard, Darren.”

“Let it go whenever you’re ready, Lovey. Let me feel you come.”

I close my eyes, letting the waves break higher and higher over my head. I think I was visualising standing in the ocean, just at the point where you can’t feel the sand beneath your feet anymore, and a big wave slammed into me and pushed me to shore, and I crashed onto the beach with everything swirling around me.

“Dar...ren...! Ohhh....”

Every muscle in my body felt like it was pulsing, and through my delirium, I heard Darren moaning and crying out my name.

His hands were shaking as he held onto my hips and came deep inside me. I glanced back to see his beautiful face in the throes of climax: his mouth open, his eyes shut tight. I smiled, and waited for him to come back down. We were both breathing hard. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me, with that rosy flush on his skin. As he pulled out, I rolled over onto my back, observing that the wet spot took up most of my side of the bed. Oh sod it, who bloody cares?! I pulled him to me, our bodies melting into each other. No commentary was necessary. This was way beyond words. We snuggled and dozed for an hour or so. I was getting hungry, but I was content in Darren’s arms, and didn’t want to move. I opened my eyes and studied his face. So angelic when he’s asleep. I played with the lock of hair that fell across his forehead, near his eyes. He stirred, but didn’t open his eyes.

“Rich?”

“Yes, Lover?”

“Am I really home with you, or dreaming?”

“No Luv, you’re home with me.”

“Mmm, good. ‘Cause if this isn’t real, I had the most intense wet dream.”

I giggle.

“That was real, and I can prove it. I’m laying in the wet spot.”

He opens his eyes and smiles.

“You were incredible, Darren.”

“You’re incredible.”

My stomach rumbles.

“Hungry?”

“Yeah. Only had one cuppa this morning. Then I took Wally out, and I was working in the garden after that. I kinda forgot to eat. Too busy.”

“Aw, poor thing! Why don’t we just snack on whatever’s in the house, and I’ll take you out for a nice dinner tonight?”

“Sounds like (yawn) a plan. I need another shower, though.”

“How about...if we go sit in the hot tub with a tray of crackers and cheese, or something?”

“Could do that.”

So I get up and wrap a towel around my waist, and bring one for Darren, and go down to the kitchen to fix us a tray of snacks. We’re sitting in the hot tub, munching on whatever I scrounged up from the fridge, letting the water wash away the last traces of our mid-afternoon shag.

“Alright Luv, tell me how it went.”

“Ohmygod, Richard, it was so fuckin’ cool!”

And off he goes. I just sat snuggled up to him, totally relaxed, and listened as he described the week’s events in detail. We met some friends for dinner downtown, later that evening. It was lovely.

Darren’s Mum is spending two weeks with us for his birthday, so we’re in overdrive, trying to get the house ready for spring and Mum’s arrival. Bought a new grill and a whole load of house plants, including a giant fern for the lounge room, which Darren has named “Vern”. Vern the fern. We had a pool guy do a maintenance call on the hot tub, and you should’ve seen us putting this grill together. I mean, it was mostly assembled anyway, but we just had to get the burners and grills in the right place, and hook up the gas. One of us doesn’t like to read instructions. I’ll let you guess which one. After an hour of fussing at each other, and each insisting the other wasn’t doing it right, I gave up and walked away. Let him do it. I saved the instructions, and will give it the once-over when he’s out of the house at the park. The guest room is all ready. All dusted and hoovered, with fresh towels and bedding. New hand soaps, and the shower is all stocked. He’s so excited about Mum staying with us. He’s got all these activities planned. I told him to let the dear woman sleep off her jet-lag first. She’s like him; too busy to take time out to sleep.

So here’s what we did: late Sunday night, we parked at the terminal and got a room at the airport hotel, just so we could be there to collect Mum at 5am. Needless to say, the food was lousy, the service was worse, and neither of us got any sleep. Darren, mostly because he kept checking the status of Mum’s flight online, and me because there was a spring in the lumpy hotel mattress that kept poking me in the back, no matter how I tossed and turned. We were tired and grumpy when we took the shuttle to the terminal, but we tried not to think about it. We picked out a bouquet of flowers from one of those little refrigerated vending machines. The flight was actually on time. Lo and behold, Mum’s luggage got lost. Big surprise there. It did eventually get sorted out, and they brought it to the house a few hours later. Good thing, because I don’t think Mum fancied wearing our trousers. (laughs)

We all took naps when we got home. Ah, my own bed! I’m always a bit squeamish about what I might find in hotel rooms if I look too closely. Wally is thrilled to have someone else to beg food off of. And so begins Mum’s visit to London.
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