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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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You know, Darren was so exhausted from his long flights home, riddled with delays, I might add, that he really just slept for two days. I didn’t even care about making love, I was just happy to be next to him. He curled up around me and fell into an exhausted sleep. There’d be time for that once he was past the jet lag. The next day, he was still pretty out-of-it, so I stayed in bed with him. I brought my laptop upstairs and just laid next to him, computer perched on my stomach, and worked. For the most part, I was communicating via e-mail with a few prospective clients, and taking ridiculous personality quizzes on Facebook, the bulk of which were sent to me by my sister, who recently discovered the time-wasting joys of said site. I put my laptop on the night stand and rubbed my eyes, smiling over at Darren, sleeping peacefully beside me.

I leaned over and kissed his forehead and whispered, “I love you”.

He smiled.

“I love you too, Rich.”

“You’re awake?”

“Not really.”

He pulled me into his arms.

“Feels so good to hold you again. I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed ‘us’. I’ve even missed hearing you snore.”

“Never thought I’d hear you say that.”

He chuckles.

“I promise we’ll make love as soon as I come out of this fog.”

“No worries, Darren. Get your rest. Don’t want you to fall asleep in mid-shag.”

“Now, have I ever done that?”

“Not during, but immediately after.”

“Ok, let me re-phrase that. Have I ever fallen asleep before seeing to your satisfaction first?”

“Never.”

“I rest my case, Dear Boy.”

I suddenly have a moment of panic.

“Have I ever done that, Darren? Fallen asleep without satisfying you?”

He laughs.

“No, but if you ever do, if either of us ever do, here’s the solution: the one left hanging finishes by himself, and the one who nodded off early gets blasted in the face with it. Guaranteed to prevent it from happening again.”

“You’re so resourceful. I love that about you. Disgusting, but resourceful.”

“Always. You don’t think I’d really do that to you, do you?”

“Which, the falling asleep, or the other part?”

“The other part.”

“I dunno. Would you?”

“No.”

“Good. That’s a relief. Let’s just agree that if one of us falls asleep too soon, the other will just wake him up.”

“Agreed.”

“Good. That was a weird conversation.”

“Yeah it was.”

He giggles. I still feel like something’s on his mind that he’s not telling me, and it makes me uneasy.

“Alright Darren, spill it! I know you too well, and right now you’re hiding something from me. Don’t ask me how I know. I just do. What aren’t you telling me?”

I turn around and face him. He opens his eyes.

“Wow, you’re good. What I haven’t told you, yet, is that I’m worried about my cortisone injection tomorrow. I really hate needles, and I’d feel better if you’d come with me. Will you?”

“Sure. Is that all that’s on your mind?”

He wraps his arms around me.

“Yeah. That and which form of sex we should have first.”

I smile, and our eyes meet.

“Oral!”, we both blurt out simultaneously.

I don’t care what anyone says. As far as I’m concerned, there is no sex toy on the planet that can even come close to a real live blowjob from Darren. We reach for each other, and throw off the covers. I turn around so we can do each other simultaneously.

It took me all of about two minutes’ worth of snaky-licks and Darren’s hot mouth on me to explode. Aah, sweet relief! He lasted about a minute longer than I did. Then I turned back around and curled up in his arms, giving him soft kisses, and just touching his face. We can have more sex later.

I went with Darren to get that bloody cortisone shot. That was about the biggest needle I think I’ve ever seen. I hope I didn’t look squeamish in front of him. The doctor had Darren rest his head on my shoulder, and I stood so he couldn’t see it coming. I felt him tense up. It looked painful. He squeezed my hand so hard, my fingers were numb by the time it was over. Darren doesn’t handle pain well. Good thing he’ll never have to give birth. At least we had a nice lunch before heading home.

The dear boy has come down with an awful sinus infection that he’s convinced is going to kill him. He’s being a really big baby. I’m basically mothering him, and he’s loving it. Wally won’t leave him alone. He’s on the couch with his Star Wars duvet, channel-surfing, web surfing, playing with the apps on his mobile, and whatever else he feels like doing, in between naps and bouts of whinging. Good thing I’m at a slow point right now. I’ve got several meetings set up next week, but I’m pretty much keeping this week clear to play Mummy to Darren.

Happily, he’s now over it, and is back out there writing songs with other people. He’ll resume work on his new cd in January. We’re trying to finalize holiday plans. Who’s coming here, who’s going there, etc. I’ve gotten some shopping done, mostly for Darren whilst he was away, but I have all our nieces and nephews yet to buy for. Fortunately, D was able to pick up some presents during his travels. He’s so bloody organised! Just the mention of the holidays sends me into “headless chicken” mode.

Alright, I really must quit fucking around on Facebook. I don’t need to know what my porn star name would be, or that a homeless cow turned up on my sister’s farm.

“Hey Darren?”

“Yes, My Love?”

“What do you think my porn star name should be?”

He rolls his eyes.

“I was right! You are addicted to Facebook!”, he gloats. “I dunno...how about ‘Dick Suxx’?”

I promptly spit out my tea, aiming for the floor instead of my computer screen. Laughing and coughing, I now have to get a paper towel and clean it up. Darren is amused.

“Ooh, did you only spit it out, or did it come through your nostrils too?”

This only makes me laugh harder. Darren comes into my office, laughing, and puts his arms around me.

“I love your laugh! It’s so cute!”

I roll my eyes.

“Careful, or you slip on the tea I spat out. I was about to go get a towel to wipe it up.”

“I want a kiss first.”

He intercepts me in the doorway.

“Ooh, good one, Rich..err...Dick.”

Giggling, I head for the kitchen, and back to my office, but not before nicking a few biscuits from a box Darren thinks he has cleverly stashed in the cupboard.

“What are you...My biscuits!”

I relinquish one.

“Here.”

I pop it into his mouth.

“Mummy always said not to talk with your mouth full. It’s bloody rude.”

Now he’s the one trying not to spit it out.

“Aren’t we the cheeky one today?”

I shrug.

“I need to make a list and do some shopping one of these days.”

We were going to go yesterday, but it was too bloody cold, so we’re going today. I love window-shopping when the stores are all decorated.

So anyway, about yesterday...

Darren got back from his walk in the park with Wally. His nose and ears were all red.

“Is it that cold out there?”

“Freezing. My balls just retreated into my abdominal cavity.”

I laughed and put my arms around him.

“Well, perhaps I can coax them down, yeah?”

He kisses me.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, say a nice hot bubble bath. With me. Soft music. Candles. Sound good?”

“Now?”

“You have something better to do?”

“Nope. Dog’s been walked, dinner’s done. Think I’ll take you up on that. Let me just check my e-mail.”

“Didn’t you do that from your phone in the park?”

“Nah. I was on the phone with Mum.”

“Oh. Okay.”

So I go upstairs and prepare the bath. Candles, music, the whole thing. I can’t remember the last time we had a bath together. Before Darren’s last trip. I sniff the bottle of bubble bath. Vanilla hazelnut creme. Perfect! I pour it in and turn on the aqua-jets. I’m tempted to just jump in and wait for Darren, but I’d rather have a bit of sexy fun. I want us to undress each other. I’ve really missed that. Wally comes running up the stairs, a stuffed toy in his mouth. He looks into the loo and hears the bath water running, and promptly retreats under our bed. I laugh.

“Don’t worry, Wally. It’s not your bath, it’s Daddy’s.”

Darren comes in and smiles.

“Nice, Darling.”

I snuggle up to him.

“Gonna get nicer.”

“I’ll bet.”

I toy with the buttons on his plaid shirt. He leans in to kiss me, and I prolong it, nibbling on his lower lip.

“Mmm...Rich...I’d undress you, but I think you can pull your own sweater over your head.”

I smile and step back, nearly forgetting my glasses. I throw them on the counter first, and drop my sweater in a pile on the floor. I then reach for Darren and help him out of his clothes, which is somewhat challenging whilst you’re making out with your eyes closed. I open my eyes and watch him undoing my belt. I smile, recalling the first time we undressed each other. Alright, more like “tore each other’s clothes off”.
We kiss again, and he takes my hand as we step into the tub. He’s behind me, and I’m leaning back against him. I close my eyes, surrounded by bubbles and Darren. And then he’s kissing my neck, making my heart race.

“Mmm...yeah...Darren...”

His hands are gliding over me, and I’m aroused before he ever even touches me there. I turn toward him, hungry to kiss him. As I do, I’m stroking his nipple with my thumb, and he gasps and moans. Ooh, I love when he does that! He takes my other hand and wraps it around his erection.

“Well hello there!”

He laughs, and looks into my eyes.

“Wanna put it in you, Rich.”

I lick my lips and turn onto my side, so the water jet is hitting me back there. Drives me crazy, even if the jets aren’t as strong as the ones in the hot tub downstairs.

“Ah...yeah...”

He watches, captivated.

“Good, huh?”

“Almost feels like your tongue, and you know how much I like that.”

He’s on his side behind me, touching me back there, sending me into orbit with just the right pressure.

“Darren...(gasp) ooh...oh yeah, right there.”

I never wanted his fingers in me as badly as I did just then. I reached for his wrist to give him the idea. He was already there. It barely even burned. He found the spot in no time.

“Oh God yeah, that’s it, Darren! Mmm...don’t stop...”

“How’s that feel, Baby?”, he whispers, as he’s running his tongue around my ear.

I can’t string two words together at this point. All I can do is moan. My eyes are open, but I’m not really focused on anything except the pleasure. He gently withdraws his fingers. I whinge in protest, until I feel him pushing into me. I desperately want that delicious friction on my prostate again, and I don’t care how hard he has to ram into me for me to feel it, either.

“Give it to me, Darren!”

“Mmm...Richard, you’re gripping me really tight in there. Feels so good, Baby.”

He’s only pulling out about halfway before stuffing himself back in.

“Ohhh...yeah...work it, Darren! Yes, Baby...oh God...”

I don’t know which is turning me on more, hearing him moan, or feeling him deep inside me, but I’m on a 6-inch rocket ride to paradise.

“Gonna come, Darren!”

His hand wraps around me, stroking and squeezing. I close my eyes, moaning louder every time he thrusts.

“Darren...Darren...you’re so good...ohhh...”

I think knowing how he was making me feel turned him on too, because he was moaning right along with me when I came.

“Richard...ohhh...I love you so much, Baby...mmm hmm...”

I felt him shudder and release inside me a few seconds after I did, calling out my name. We just held onto each other and didn’t move, enjoying the closeness. I put my hand over his.

“Darren?”

“Mmm?”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

He squeezes my hand.

“I could fall asleep right here.”

“You’d drown, Sweetie.”

“It’d be worth it. You just fit me so perfectly.”

“We were made for each other, Baby.”

I sighed happily. He pulls out gently and relaxes his grip on me. Always have to give him at least one sweet kiss after sex, just to let him know I love him, and he’s amazing. He knows what it means. I don’t have to put it into words.

“How about...after our bath...if we put on our nice fluffy robes, go downstairs, and have some ice cream?”

I smile.

“How can I refuse such a lovely offer?”

“And then we can cuddle on the couch in the conservatory and watch telly, and I’ll hold you, and you can fall asleep with your head on my chest, listening to me breathe. Sound like a good plan?”

“Where do I sign up?”

He puts a finger on his lips.

“Right here, Baby.”
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