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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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Mum is just too cute! She fell asleep on the sofa whilst watching telly with us, and Darren covered her with a blanket and laid next to her. She told him he was nice and warm, and smelled delectable. I could’ve told her that. I sat at the foot of the sofa, and took a picture of mother and son, all cozy together, on my mobile.

“I’m sorry Rich, I should get up. I’m taking your spot next to Darren.”

I waved my hand to dismiss her concern.

“Nah, stay there. I cuddle with him every night. Enjoy him while you’re here.”

“Stretch your legs out, Mum. There’s room.”

“I’m afraid I’ll kick Rich.”

“Put your feet in his lap. I do it all the time.”

“Yes, but you’re his partner. I’m your Mum. That’s different.”

“Rubbish!”

I pat my lap and pick up her tiny feet by the ankles. Now I know where Darren gets his cute little toes from.

“You should let him rub your feet, Mum. He gives great foot massages.”

She smiles at me.

“I don’t charge, either,” I tell her whilst returning the smile.

“Well, my ankles are a bit swollen from the long flight...”

“Say no more, Mum.”

I gently rub Mum’s feet.

“You lads are spoiling me.”

“Hush! You’re the only Mum we’ve got. A bit of spoiling is in order. If not for you, I wouldn’t have my lovely Darren, so I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me. Just take care of each other.”

Darren and I smile at each other.

“If you’re up to it tomorrow, I could book us a day at the spa," he offers.

“Sounds lovely, Dear, but...”

“But nothing. I’ll call as soon as they’re open.”

He pulls a brochure out of the coffee table drawer and hands it to Mum.

“Anything you’d like.”

“They really have a ‘Chocolate Detox Wrap’ ?”

“Oh my God, I’ve had that one! It’s incredible! By the time you’re done, you’ll be so relaxed and rejuvenated. You should get her the Deluxe Package, Darren.”

“What does that involve?”

“The works, Mum. Hair, nails, pedicure, facial, and the Chocolate Body Wrap.”

“It’s settled. Tomorrow is Spa Day.”

The three of us got rubbed, scrubbed and wrapped in chocolate. It definitely made up for the sleepless night in the Airport Hilton. Afterwards, lunch, and shopping at Harrods. Mum and I conspired for Darren’s birthday. He’s so hard to shop for!

We are loving having her here, but we have to keep reminding ourselves that we’re not alone in the house, especially at night. Harder for Darren than me. Making love quietly does not come easily for him. I know she’d never say anything if she heard us, but parents don’t want to know that their grown children have sex any more than children want to know about their parents. So I had to clamp my hand over Darren’s mouth more than once during Mum’s stay. The other day, I was fixing us all lunch, and Darren was stealing kisses from me whilst his Mum was in the loo. A few quick pecks I can handle, but then he starts kissing my neck, and you know that’s getting into dangerous territory.

“(giggle) Darren, stop.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Darren...I’ve got a knife in my hand, and it’s starting to get warm in here. Go sit down.”

Mum steps out of the loo, and we quickly separate. I go back to chopping, my face obviously flushed. Darren is sniggering as he sits at the kitchen table.

“Are you alright, Richard? Your face is all red.”

“You can thank your son.”

Her eyes dart between me and Darren, who none-too-discreetly clears his throat and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. I’m wishing the floor would open up and swallow me. She rolls her eyes.

“Don’t be embarrassed, boys. It’s lovely that you’re so affectionate. Were your parents affectionate, Richard?”

I smile.

“Yes, from what I remember. Dad was always working, but I do recall at least once seeing them kiss, and yelling, “Ewww! Gross!”

Mum told me that some day I’d meet someone I’d want to kiss, and wouldn’t think it disgusting anymore. I’m happy to report that Mum was right.”

I bring the salad to the table and open the fridge.

“Alright, what type of dressing do you like, Mum?”

“Whatever you’ve got, Luv.”

“Honey dijon?”

“Fine.”

“Anything else before I sit down?”

“Come sit, Richard. You’ve done enough already.”

About halfway through lunch, we hear a rumble of thunder. I didn’t realise it was supposed to rain today. I hop up and look out the kitchen window.

“Whoa!”

The sky was black.

“I hope no one’s left any windows open. We’re about to get a storm.”

Darren grabs the car keys, Mum runs up to the guest room, and I make a quick surveillance of the house, shutting windows as quickly as I can. Not two minutes later, with a loud crash of thunder, the downpour begins. We re-convene at the kitchen table.

“Well now. That was fun.”

“Just in time.”

The power went out just as we were finishing up lunch. I lit the candles on the table.

“This is cozy.”

“I hope it’s not out too long. It’s going to get stuffy in here without the AC.”

“You can always take your shirt off, Luv. Nothing Mum hasn’t seen before,” I tease Darren, as I plant a kiss on his cheek.

He shoots me a look. We ended up going to the mall just to pass the time. Besides, I’d gotten a call earlier that my new glasses were ready, so I needed to stop in and pick them up. Darren came with me for my appointment the day before, primarily because I couldn’t drive home if they dilated my pupils, and secondly, I wanted his opinion on which frames to choose. I have the hardest time choosing, and I knew he’d tell me which ones looked good and which didn’t. Oh, and speaking of looking good, last night we had the closest thing to an argument for the first time in months. I was getting ready for bed, studying my reflection in the mirror, observing, to my dismay, that there was more gray than black in my hair.

“I hate it.”

He puts his arms around me, looking into my eyes.

“Aw Honey, you know I love your hair.”

“What if I don’t?”

He looks upset.

“You want to colour it?”

“I look so bloody old like this! I know you like it though, so up until now I’ve just let it go, but I’d feel a whole lot better if I just got rid of some of this. And why do you like it so much, anyway?”

Instantly, I knew he was going to get defensive.

“Because to me it shows that you’re secure enough with who you are not to be superficial about your looks.”

Here we go.

“Aw come on Darren, that’s not fair and you bloody well know it! You like to look good, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I’m a public person. A performer. I have to.”

“Oh, so you’re doing it for them, not yourself. Talk about superficial!”

“What about what I think?”

“It’s MY bloody hair, and you always said you shouldn’t have to please someone else!”

“I don’t.”

“Oh, but I do?”

That stopped him in his tracks.

“I don’t want to fight with you, Rich. If it means that much to you...”
“I’m not covering all of it. I’ll leave a bit around here, but just so I don’t look like your bloody grandfather! If you don’t like it, I’m sorry, Darren, but I need to do this for me.”

Discussion over, as far as I’m concerned.

I climbed into bed and folded my arms, staring at the ceiling. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at me, and quietly said, “I could never be happy asking you to do something that made you unhappy.”

“I know.”

“C’mere.”

He pulled me close.

“I’ll always love you, Richard.”

“Will you still want me though, Darren?”

He rolls his eyes.

“Shut up, Richard! You’re thinking too much for your own good.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to say anything else. He silences me with a passionate kiss.

“Mmm...oh, and another thing, Darren. Don’t be getting me all hot and bothered in front of Mum. I was mortified!”

He laughs.

“She’s not watching now.”

Another hot kiss. He’s wearing my resistance down.

“You’ll be the death of me yet!”

“Yeah but you’ll die happy.”

And then I felt his mouth on my collarbone, and his tongue running up my neck. I think I’ll shut up now.

“You’re beautiful no matter what colour your hair is. Now let’s see you try to be quiet whilst I’m doing you.”

I smiled at Darren as he kissed, licked, and nipped his way down my body, trying to keep my reactions to a whisper. Ended up nearly biting my own finger off all in the interest of not letting Mum hear me enjoying a 5-star blowjob from her son. I’ll make it up to Darren in the next day or so. I couldn’t keep my eyes open after that.

We surprised Mum by whisking her off to Paris. She’s never been. We got a suite in our favourite hotel. Very lush. Mum was gobsmacked. D and I just enjoyed seeing her happy. We must’ve made quite a sight: D and I holding hands, with his other arm wrapped ‘round Mum’s shoulder. Do we have to go back to the real world anytime soon? I’m having too much fun!

(sigh) The weekend went by too quickly, and I knew Darren was going to get emotional seeing Mum off. He slipped a cheque into her purse, written out of his Australian bank account; the one that he keeps so he can send her money if she needs it in an emergency. I made it my goal to keep him cheered up. I offered to drive home so he could just close his eyes and relax. I put on an 80's retro station for him. As we sat in the bloody London traffic, I took his hand.

“How about... if I make it up to you for falling asleep the other night? Whatever you’d like, and you can scream in ecstasy as loudly as you’d like. How does that sound?”

He opens his eyes and turns to me, smiling.

“Orgasmic.”

When we got home, I took the lead. I put on some music that we played at our wedding, and took him by the hand and led him out to the hot tub.

“Dance with me, Darren.”

We held each other close, and closed our eyes.

“You know Luv, we’re both lucky to have your mother. I know I can’t have mine back, but I couldn’t have asked for a better mother-in-law if I’d chosen her myself. She’s given us both so much.”

He looks at me with tears in his eyes.

“I know. I miss her already.”

“Think about how much fun this visit has been. Keep those memories, Luv.”

“I love you, Boy.”

“Mmm...I love you too, Darren.”

As we’re kissing, I’m unbuttoning his shirt and kissing every inch of exposed skin. His eyes darken, and he starts unbuttoning mine. By the time we’re down to our underpants, we’re both panting with desire. He turns on the water jets, and we climb in together.

I sigh happily: Horniness, hot water, and Darren. It doesn’t get any better than this.

“What are you in the mood for, Luv?”, I ask as I wrap my hand around him.

He shivers and pulls me close for a passionate kiss. I’m on his lap, straddling him. He reaches down between us and rubs his against mine. My head falls back as electricity rushes up my spine.

“Do that again, Darren. That felt good.”

We’re both groaning softly, and in the end, we kept going just like that until we were both ready to explode, and then I had him stop, and I went down on him before he could protest. He sat on the outside edge of the tub, and I knelt in front of him, still in the water. I took him all the way down my throat, loving the sounds he was making.

“Ohhh...Richard...it’s coming, Baby...oh God...(gasp)you’re so good...Richard...aahhh!!!”

He was holding onto me to keep from falling over, and I took every sweet drop. I was so close to coming myself, just from watching him. He sank back into the water, taking a moment to recover his senses.

“That was so good, Baby. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Luv.”

He pats the edge of the tub.

“Up here. Your turn.”

I lick my lips in anticipation.

“God, Rich, you look like you’re ready to burst.”

“I am. Help me, Darren.”

It took him less than a minute to bring me to climax. He has this thing he does with his tongue that I can’t really explain, but I lose all control the moment I feel it. Can you picture a kid taking a long lick on an ice cream cone? They start at the back of their tongue and use the flat part to collect the ice cream, until the tip touches it, then they start over? Kind of like that. I sank into his arms afterwards and just let my mind drift, until Darren’s mobile rang, in the pocket of his trousers, on the floor. He reached down and fished it out. It was his sister, checking to make sure Mum’s flight got off on time. He proceeded to describe our weekend in Paris, and I closed my eyes, smiling as I recalled each detail. Next week, Darren’s back to work writing songs for his new album. I’m sure he’ll be going out of town again soon, so I’m savoring every moment I get him to myself.
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