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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’m in “Domestic Goddess” mode today, or “Kitchen Bitch”, as Darren calls it. Friends are constantly dropping by, so I’m keeping the kitchen stocked with cookies. Darren just got in from a walk with the dog, and he’s whinging that the cold is drying out his skin.

“Why don’t you see if there’s an opening at the day spa? Maybe they can squeeze you in for a facial?”

“There’s an idea.”

He scrolls through his I-phone and walks into the other room as he calls.

“You can? Perfect.”

Good. At least that will keep him out of my hair, not to mention my cookie dough, for a couple of hours. He’ll probably hit the gym afterwards to get in his 45 minutes of cardio. I should have this batch done by then. And then when he gets home...we’ll see. Might have to warm him up if he’s cold.

So...this week, we did a video shoot, a dinner party, and “Avatar”. I loved it! Darren may have just found his new obsession. I’m sure we’ll see it at least once more. I am a bit jealous, though. I wish I had created it.

I’m currently finishing up the video we did a few days ago. I’m just about done with my shopping, but there always seems to be a last-minute gift to buy, doesn’t there?

D is on the way home with dinner. His turn to cook tonight. I’d like us to get in a bit of relaxation time tonight. Translation: soft music, candlelight, and a bottle of shea butter. He’s all happy about his upcoming New Year’s Eve show, and seeing Darren happy just makes me want to get all cuddly with him, which invariably leads to...well, you know what. (smiles)

I hear him pulling up in the drive. The dog is barking. Maybe I should help him with the groceries.

“Richard?”

“Yes, Luv?”

“Would you give me a hand with this?”

I clap for him.

“Smartass bitch!”, he smirks.

I pull on my jacket and help him bring in the bags, laughing.

“What’d you get?”

“Fish.”

“Specifically...?”

“Tuna steaks.”

“Yummy.”

I take care of feeding the dog whilst he prepares dinner. Just to give him the hint, I light candles on the table. He puts an arm around me.

“Someone’s in a romantic mood tonight.”

I smile.

“What if I am?”

“I like it.”

“I was thinking...after dinner, we go sit in the conservatory, and I rub your feet with shea butter.Yes?”

“Sounds lovely. Just my feet?”

“Well, I might be persuaded to venture past your feet.”

He giggles.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Dinner was delicious. We took the dog to the park together. It was bloody cold and starting to snow, but it was so peaceful!
We kept smiling at each other.

“This looks like a postcard, doesn’t it, Darling?”

“Hmm. A Christmas card, actually.”

Then we both got the same idea at the same time. Same wavelength and all that.

“You know, Darren...”

“Wait! I bet I know exactly what you’re going to say. For this year’s card, why don’t we do the crane in the snow?”

“Damn, you’re good!”

We set up a little diorama. I made the crane out of red origami paper, and we used flour for snow. Darren cut out the lettering, and signed a scrap of paper, “Love, Darren”. Then he just e-mailed the picture to his fans.

After which, we had a cup of tea to warm up, and a few cookies. I’m proud of him. He’s really trying not to overdo it this year, mostly because he’s vain and doesn’t want to look like a porker for his New Year’s Eve show. I’ve been so bloody busy that I haven’t had time to sit around stuffing my face.

“Alrighty then. Cook’s off-duty. Kitchen is closed for the evening.”

We retire to the conservatory, but not before I retrieve the shea butter from the guest room loo for the foot rub I promised Darren. I sit at the end of the couch. He’s fiddling with the remote. I guess we’re going to watch one of his “vampire sex” shows.

“Pick your feet up, D.”

I have to warm the stuff up in my hands first, or he’ll scream if I slather cold lotion on his feet. He smiles as I start. He’s watching some vampires get it on. I watch him breathing. Sexy. I focus on a certain spot on his foot and see if he notices.

“Mmm...yeah, Richard, that’s nice.”

Commercial break. He closes his eyes as I press harder.

“Come up here and cuddle with me, Rich.”

Mission accomplished! We snuggle under the covers, and he pulls me close for a kiss. My hands find their way under his shirt. He shivers and gasps, his arms tightening around me. This was what I missed the most whilst he was out of the country.

(between kisses) “Oh, fuck watching telly! Let’s go upstairs and have wild monkey sex.”

I’m laughing.

“Does that involve, say, swinging from light fixtures?”

“Lots.”

“Good.”

We relocate to our bedroom. Something tells me I won’t be able to sit up for several days. He’s got that look in his eye.

“I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

“In the best way possible, Darling.”

“Ooh, promise?”

He’s kissing me deeply, and it turns into one of those makeout sessions where we’re rolling over each other. He’ll end up on top, invariably, unless he wants to lie back and let me do the work.

“Mmm...Baby?”

“Yes Darling?”

“Can we do it face-to-face on our sides this time?”

“Is that how you’d like it?”

“Yeah.”

“K”.

I close my eyes when he starts kissing my neck, my hands traveling down his body. I love hearing him whisper “Yeah...right there...”

We’re both breathing hard as we look into each other’s eyes. I pick my leg up over his hip to bring us closer together, and he’s teasing me with little rubs and touches.

“More, Baby”.

“You like that, don’t you, Richard?”

“Mmm hmm.”

I feel his hand close around me, and I open my eyes to see what he’s going to do next. He scoots closer so our naughty bits are touching, and wraps both hands around them. I bring my hands down to help him. More whispers from him. He strokes harder as I deepen the kiss, and then our connection took over, and we both eased a fingertip into the other simultaneously. I must’ve hit the spot straightaway, because his eyes looked a bit glazed-over, and he was moaning.

“Oh God, Rich, don’t stop!”

It was sweet and gentle, just using our hands, enjoying the increasing surges of pleasure, drawing sexy, delicious moans from one another. No race to the finish. Just making each other feel amazingly good. Well, by now, we’re both pretty close to erupting. I’m shaking. I can’t seem to control that. I almost always tremble involuntarily when I’m about to lose control. I’m looking into his eyes, gasping.

“Wait, stop, Richard. You come first. I wanna watch you.”

I nod and take my hand off him. He presses his finger into me deeper, and I feel the rush beginning deep inside me.

“Darren...coming, Baby. Oh God...ohh...Darren...”

He never cares that it was splattered all over both of us. It turns him on. I was spinning off on some other planet. He was holding me and giving me kisses, whispering in my ear.

“So pretty when you come, Richard. So sexy.”

I just groaned weakly. Something in my brain was telling me to pull myself out of my delirium and finish him off. I opened my eyes.

“That was awesome, D.”

He smiles. Using some of the...um...mess I made, I coat my finger and slide it back into him. I know I’ve hit the spot when his head falls back.

“Oh my God, Richard, your finger up there feels exquisite!”

I smile, going for the kill, and just keep rubbing that one spot, just wiggling my finger a little faster.

“Whatever you’re doing”, he gasps, “feels so good...ooh...Richard!”

“Let go for me, Luv. Come on, Darren.”

He exploded and nearly got me in the eye. Moved out of the way just in time. I felt his whole body contracting around my finger. I kept it in him until he was done.
“I love you so much, Darren.”

“Love you too, Baby”.

I pulled the towel out of the nightstand. At least most of it got on us and not the sheets, so we don’t have to spend all night avoiding the wet spots.

We’re going to exchange our gifts tomorrow, and then load up the car, because we’re leaving next morning to spend Christmas with my family in the North. We’re actually staying at a hotel in town, just because my 90-something year-old Aunt Claudia is coming, and is terrified of dogs.

Yeah, I know, Waldo is harmless, but better to avoid upsetting the old gal. They’ll even feed and walk him at this place whilst we’re out. He gets to sleep on the bed all day and watch telly. That ought to make him happy. Not as happy as he’d be if he got to come with us, mind, but still. I loved watching everyone’s faces as they opened their gifts. It’s even more fun than getting presents, I think.

So we’re back home now, and Darren is rehearsing non-stop for his New Year’s Eve show. Can’t wait. I know he’s putting a great show together, and he’s found ways to pay tribute to Michael Jackson all over the place. His fans will love this, I’m sure. And...after all this is done, we’re going on holiday to San Francisco for a week, followed by another week in Hawaii. You know, D’s favourite place on earth. Golden Gate Bridge, dreams of flying, and all that. I’d just like to be able to sleep late without having to answer phones, e-mails, or dogs, and to go where it isn’t cold and snowing. Truth be told, I’m a bit nervous flying after the latest terrorist bomb plot, but I’ll deal with it.

Darren’s all starstruck at the moment, because Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie are both on our flight. Alright, so I was gawking too. I think D is afraid he’s going to be ignored by the flight crew, because they’re bigger celebrities. What, he didn’t get enough fan-worship at the concert? Oh that’s right. He never gets enough.

All’s right with the world: Our flight attendant just addressed Darren by name and asked if she could get him anything. Good. Now he’s happy. I’m going to sleep. Well, by the time we got to San Francisco, Darren was complaining of a sore throat, and was running a temperature. Uh oh. In the airport, I got him some meds. We rented this SUV that could fit two of our car in the back seat. He perked up a bit at the thought of speeding on the US freeways in that tank. We took a detour past his old house; the one he was living in when I met him. I can’t believe he had the guts to knock on the door, or that the owner invited us in. It was strange seeing someone else’s furniture there. So we got to our hotel, and we’re unpacking our bags, and Darren gets this look on his face and bolts for the loo. I feel for him. I know what that feels like.

“Are you alright in there, Luv?”

I am greeted by the unpleasant sound of him tossing his proverbial cookies. Lovely! Now we’re going to be stuck in here. (sigh)

He comes out, looking pale, and flops onto the bed. I hand him the bottle of icky pink stuff.

“Here. Drink.”

He rolls his eyes and takes a big gulp.

“Ugh!”

“I know this is probably a lousy time to mention food, D, but I’m starving.”

“You can go downstairs and eat, Rich. I don’t mind.”

“I don’t want to leave you here. I can order room service just as easily. Where’s that menu?”

I sit on the bed.

“Sure you won’t have something?”

“Well, maybe just some soup if they have it.”

I call in the order and turn my attention back to D.

“I’m sorry you’ve fallen ill, Luv.”

“I hope this doesn’t ruin our holiday.”

I shake my head.

“Listen you, enough of that! I’m here with you. No work. They have pay-per-view movies. We’ll catch up and lie-in. You just rest.”

He managed to hold down some soup and a few bites of bread. And then he just crashed. Over the next few days, he stayed in bed under “Doctor Richard’s orders”. Sleep was the best thing for him. He really did look a sad sight. By the third day, the upset stomach had subsided, but he still felt pretty drained. He did come down to the pool with me and lie on a chair, listening to his iPod whilst I had a swim. I knew he was improving when he was playing with his I-phone, taking photos, and tweeting to his fans. On Saturday, we went to Disneyland. He insisted on riding Space Mountain, so I guess he’s not nauseous anymore.

So now we’re at a rented beach house in Hawaii. God, this place is gorgeous! I’d love to live here. Darren’s family will be arriving in the morning. We made a quick trip into town to stock the kitchen, and ate our dinner on the back porch, looking out over the ocean. We couldn’t stop smiling. As evening fell, we were walking on the beach, holding hands. I found a few unique seashells to bring home. They always remind me of “Random Blinking Light”. You know, the “listening to a seashell” part. We sat on the water’s edge, toes in the sand, and watched the sun set. Darren got all kissy and romantic.

“Hey, Rich?”

“Hmm?”

“Remember the beach from the cruise?”

I smiled.

“Wasn’t it awesome having sex in the moonlight?”

“Magical”.

“Well...we’re on the beach, if you haven’t noticed.”

“I noticed, but I wasn’t sure you were feeling up to it yet. Besides, it isn’t dark enough yet. Give it a few hours. Why, are you horny right this minute?”

My eyes travel to his shorts. He laughs.

“You’re looking to see if I’ve got a boner?”

“Do you?”

“Not yet, but I could.”

I laugh.

“Right out here, in the open?”

“There’s no one here.”

I shrug.

“I was thinking more like back there, under the tree. Shall I meet you there at say, 2 AM?”

“Deal.”

We crept out into the moonlight and cuddled under the tree.

“No one around for miles. Are you brave enough to get naked, Darling?”

“Who’s gonna see us?”

“No one.”

I threw my shorts on the lawn chair and held out my arms.

“Have me, Darren.”

He licked his lips.

“Ooh, you look so...mmm.”

Five minutes later, I’m on my back in the grass, legs wrapped around Darren, looking up at the stars, feeling Darren’s breath on my neck. Okay, maybe I was just seeing stars from way he was shagging me. (laughs)

“Mmm...Richard...”

“Feel that, Baby?”

“Ohh yeah...”

Something about hearing the waves crashing nearby got me all fired up, and I was pushing up against Darren, trying to draw him in deeper. Good thing no one could hear us. We really got into it.

“Don’t stop, Darren!”

I heard him gasp when he felt me clench around him, and he drove into me with everything he had, calling out my name as he climaxed. I could feel his heart pounding against mine as he collapsed onto me, his face nestled in the curve of my neck. I stroked his hair and held onto him, enjoying the glow. The breeze was lovely, helping to cool our glistening skin. And then...splat! A bird flew over us and dropped a shit bomb that landed on Darren’s back. The look of horror on his face was priceless. I couldn’t stop laughing. He frantically looked for something to wipe it off with. Of course, there wasn’t anything. We scrambled into our shorts and ran back into the house, where, still laughing, I washed the bird shit off his back. Only then did he see the hilarity of the situation and starting laughing too. Needless to say, his sister thought it was hilarious when he relayed the story to her.

“Serves ya right for shagging under her nest! Probably saw you as a threat to her babies.”

I turned crimson. We won’t be doing that again now that D’s family has arrived. Well, not outdoors anyway. (smiles)

We did stay out past midnight, picking out constellations in the night sky, and D fell asleep listening to the waves every night. Note to self: get him one of those nightstand sound machines. Alas, our holiday was over all too soon, and we had to pack up and fly home. I know he hated leaving his mum, but it was time to get back to work. And yes, I have missed our snoring, farting, slobbery dog. Doesn’t it suck trying to get back into your routine after you’ve been on holiday? Ah well, at least I’ve got a few seashells on my desk that I didn’t have before. And I’ll never forget that bloody seagull!
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