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Darren and Richard	By : Leneanna Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1741 -:- 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’ve no idea what time we slept in until the next day. Probably close to noon. The daylight streaming in the porthole and the paper being shoved under the door eventually registered in my brain. Darren was still fast asleep. I retrieved the paper and sat up in bed, reading it. I remembered I was supposed to meet Karl and Victor in the internet café around 1. I reach for my watch. 11:45. Better get in the shower.
I smile to myself, remembering last night’s delicious lovemaking. I’ll let Darren sleep. I’ll just leave him a note if he’s not up. I look through my clothes. Hmm, what to wear? I hate the way my legs look in shorts, but it’s so nice and warm in the sun. Sod it. I’m not trying to impress anyone.

“D? You up?”
“Huh? What time is it, Rich?”
“Around noon. I’m going to grab something to eat, and meet the boys in the internet lounge. Want me to bring you back some breakfast?”

He rolls over, rubbing his eyes.

“Good morning, Darling.”
“Morning yourself.”

I give my sleepy lover a kiss.

“You were so good last night. I still feel all loved up.”

He smiles.

“I’m gonna get up. I’ll catch up with you.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Go ahead.”

We make sure our mobiles are on incase we need to reach each other. I grab my laptop and room key, and set off in search of something to eat. A short while later, I’m checking e-mail and drinking my tea as Karl and Victor arrive. I wave to them.

“Over here, lads.”
“Where’s Darren?”, Karl asks, trying not to sound disappointed.
“He got a late start. He’ll catch up to us in a bit. Let me show you what I’m working on.”

I spent the better part of an hour demonstrating the programs I use most often.

“That is so cool. I definitely want that one.”

Darren arrives, sipping on some fruit smoothie concoction. Karl’s eyes light up. I chuckle to myself. Either the boy’s got a crush, or he’s a smitten fan. Probably a bit of both, I’d wager. Darren sets up his own laptop across from us at the same table. He glances under the table, and runs his flip-flopped toe up my leg. I make eyes at him over the top of the screen. The boys are watching us flirt.

“Someone got some love last night”, Victor quips.
“Is it that obvious?”, Darren asks.
“Yeah. You’re glowing. You couldn’t have gotten tan that fast.”

Darren giggles and winks at me.

“Hey, when you’re good, you’re good,” I retort sarcastically, briefly flashing one of the red marks on my neck.

The boys laugh.
I finish our little lesson and ask Darren what he wants to do today.

“Just relax, mostly. Maybe swim.”
“Are you going to be online for awhile? I was going to throw my laptop back in the room. Then I thought I’d read for awhile, find a lounge chair in the shade somewhere.
What about you, Luv?”
“I’ve got a few more things to do. I’ll ring you up when I finish, and you can let me know where you are, ‘k?”
“Take your time. I’ll see you in just a bit.”

I give him a kiss and make my way back to the room, almost getting lost once or twice before figuring out where I was.
Alright now, let’s see...paperback, sunblock, shades. Maybe I’ll change into my swimsuit just incase I feel like cooling off. I eye Darren’s box of truffles, and help myself to one before heading up to the pool deck and staking my claim on a chair next to a fake palm tree. A couple of people are in the pool. The rest are just lying in the sun. I look out at the endless sea and sigh contentedly before settling into my book.

The sunlight glinting off my wedding band makes me pause and reflect on the whirlwind events of the past few years that ended with me here, married and on a cruise with Darren:

I think back to Chris. Damned fool. He was my partner before Darren.
I really thought we were going to have a life together. Until he got himself hooked on drugs and wrecked everything. I tried so hard to help him quit. He didn’t want to. He chose drugs over me. Over us. Ended up in jail after he was caught embezzling money from his job to support his habit. If any of my nieces or nephews ever get involved with that shit, I’ll kill them myself and save them the trouble!

Took me a long time to get over the anger. I felt so betrayed. I went back to school for my Masters after that, just to have something to focus on. And then Mum died suddenly. And then Dad too. My whole world was rocked. I never felt so alone in my life. If Mum could see me wallowing in depression and misery, she’d kick my ass from Nottingham to London and back again. So I finished my degree and started working doing what I really enjoyed: digital animation. Which eventually led to me meeting the friends that introduced me to Darren. The timing was perfect, because we’d both gotten hurt in previous relationships and had that in common. We were both really cautious about going there again, but both desperately lonely and wanting to be loved. I couldn’t help but fall for him. He was so sweet and vulnerable. I never saw ‘Darren Hayes: pop star’, because I didn’t know who he was when I met him. He was just a bloke, feeling alone in the world, like I was at the time. We just connected. And you know the rest. Here we are a few years later, married, in love, enjoying life. We both went through the ringer to get here.
Oops, speaking of ringers...

“Yes, Luv?”
“By the pool. Under a fake tree.”

He asks if there are any chairs in the shade.

“Sure. I’ll pull one over next to mine for you. Yes, I’ve got it here with me. Alright, see you in a minute.”

I drag over another chair for him and throw the bottle of sun screen on it so no one else takes it. I put the marker in my book and set it down. Here he comes now.

“Hello, Beautiful.”

I smile.

“Tracey sends her love.”
“Which Tracey?”
“My sister. She e-mailed.”
“Oh. Everything alright with your family?”
“Yeah, everything’s good.”
“Want something to drink, Darren? I’m going to get an iced tea.”
“Get me one too? No sugar. Thank you, Darling.”
“Here you go, Luv.”

Nice. They’ve got those cute little umbrellas in them. Darren is playing with his.

“You should bring it home as a prop for Princess Leia. She can beat Darth with it.”

He giggles.

“Have I told you today that I love you, Darren?”

He smiles.

“I’m listening.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”

I squeeze his hand.

“Last night. Ooh.”

He smiles.

“I fell asleep so soon after, didn’t I? You cleaned us both up, didn’t you? That’s the last thing I remembered. Sorry if you wanted to talk.”

“No, once I climbed back into bed and snuggled up to you, we were both out like a light.”
“I’m still a bit sleepy.”

He yawns.

“So sleep. I’ll watch over you.”
“Think I’ll take a dip first.”

I watch him as he stands up and takes his shirt off. Someone whistles.

“Sorry Honey, he’s married,” I call out, “ but thanks for noticing how cute my fella is.”

Darren rolls his eyes and walks into the pool, and then proceeds to flick water in my general direction, which lands on my foot. I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Come in with me, Rich. It’s not cold.”
“Oh, alright!”

Seeing as he’s going to give me no peace until I do, I might as well. I tentatively toe the water. Eh. Tepid. I contemplate taking my shirt off, wondering how many hickeys Darren left on me in the heat of passion last night.
“Oh, so what?”, I decide, and go for it. Two more wolf-whistles go up. In a second, Darren’s jealous side comes to life, and he’s glaring daggers in the direction of whomever whistled. As soon as I step into the pool, his arms are around me.

“Someone’s eyeing up my man, and I don’t like it.”
“Relax Luv, they whistled at you too.”
“Can you see who it is?”
“No, and I don’t care to. Take it as a compliment. Let them look. Who cares? I’m here with you, not anyone else. Relax, Darren, please?”
“Alright. You know you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I never want to lose you.”
“You won’t lose me, Baby. I promise,” I try to reassure him.
“Come on. Lie next to me and relax. If you’re going to get upset, we can go somewhere else.”
“Would you mind?”
“Not at all.”

Holding hands, we leave the pool area for a less-crowded deck.
Along the rails, under an awning, are rows of chairs facing the sea. Perfect! No one around. Darren lays down and turns on his iPod. I resume reading my book. Every once in a while, he’ll reach for my hand, or I’ll reach for his. He even does that when we’re sleeping sometimes. He just needs to know I’m there. Tomorrow night, we’re supposed to reach the first island. I can’t wait for that. Over the top of my book, I can see he’s tapping his toes to whatever he’s listening to, singing to himself in a whisper. I feel all warm and fuzzy when he’s happy. I kick my sandal off and run my toe up his leg. He peers at me over the top of his glasses and winks. I love flirting with him. It’s just fun. He holds out his hand to me, and I take it. For some reason, I don’t know, maybe it’s the warm sunshine, I’m in the mood to be all touchy-feely with him. I put the book down and hold his hand with both of mine, tracing each finger, and studying the lines on his palm. I bring his hand up to my face and kiss it, before placing it back on the arm of his chair and smiling at him. With love in his eyes, he smiles at me and strokes my face with the back of his hand. I close my eyes. He turns onto his side, facing me, and we lean in for a kiss. Long and slow.

“Forever?”
“Forever.”
“Mmm...know what I’m really looking forward to, Darren?”
“Tell me.”
“Lying in a giant hammock with you on the beach.”
“Sounds romantic. Not as romantic as making love in the sand, maybe, but close.”
“Yeah, well I wanna do that too.”

He smiles.

“Did you happen to see the events for tonight?”, he asks.
“Um, yeah. A scavenger hunt at 10, and at 11, ‘The Partners Game.’”
“What’s that?”
“Have you ever seen the American game show ‘The Newlywed Game’? It’s like that.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“Did you want to do that?”

He scowls.

“Not really, but I’ll go watch.”
“I’ll bet we’d be good at it.”
“Let me see someone else play it, and I’ll think about it.”

Tonight’s dinner had an Italian theme. I was surprised Darren didn’t slop pasta sauce all over himself. He usually does. The scavenger hunt was pretty funny. We didn’t even come close. Some of the items were pretty bizarre: high heels made for women but worn by men? Can’t say as we’ve got any. Karl and Victor participated in the Partners Game, so we went to cheer them on. They came in second. We actually had most of the answers correct, just playing along from the audience.

“Who was the first to say ‘I love you’, you or your partner?”

That’s easy. Darren.

“What’s the one place in your house, other than in bed, you’re most likely to make love?”

Also easy. The bath tub/shower.

This one was a bit harder: “Name one thing you know about that your partner thinks he’s gotten away with.”

I would’ve said that I know he makes coffee-and-cupcake runs when he’s supposed to be out doing the marketing.

What he said was, “When I’m supposed to be washing the dishes, I let the dog lick them before I put them in the dishwasher.”

Didn’t surprise me, but I’ve never actually seen that happening. Right now he’s probably still trying to figure out how I caught onto his “caffeine and sugar” binges.

Not all that difficult: Starbucks cups in the rubbish bin. Hyperactivity. Crumbs in the car. He only sneaks it because I don’t like it in the house. He’s too hyper as it is. Speaking of coffee, the cappuccino at dessert was really strong tonight. We stayed up really late and watched the sunrise over the ocean. Lots of other couples did too. It brought back a childhood memory of when I used to climb out my bedroom window and sit on the roof, watching the sunrise.

While we were standing at the rail with our arms around each other, Darren told me about a little surprise he arranged for us for tomorrow afternoon: You know how we do our little massage thing, which usually ends up in either horniness or giggles? We have a session booked at the day spa where they actually teach us the right way to do this. This ought to be fun.

After we watched the sun come up, we had some breakfast, and slept until around noon. Tonight we arrive at our first port of call. St. Something-or-Other. We could’ve slept away half the day, but we have our appointment at 1, so we got up, had some salad for lunch, and went to the spa.
The guy’s name was Philippe. He was really cute, and Darren was flirting like crazy. I’m sure this guy’s been hit on by just about everyone he’s ever laid his hands on. Darren wasn’t hitting on him, as such, just acknowledging his cuteness. Needless to say, by the time our session was over, and we’d learned the proper way to touch each other into oblivion, we were about ready to tear one another’s clothes off and have at it.

We ran back to our cabin using the least-crowded stairwell, and spent the next two hours making love, just prolonging it for as long as we could stand to. And Darren doesn’t need lessons, mind you. His bedroom skills could put anyone to shame, but I never enjoyed it with anyone else nearly as much as I do with him. Maybe because our lovemaking goes way beyond the physical, and he’s the only one that’s ever been the case with. By the time all was said and done, we were both starving. We contemplated waiting for dinner, but it was hours away, so we got washed up and dressed, and checked the paper to see where food was available in late afternoon.

“Hey D, check this out.”
“What’s that, My Lovely?”
“Did you know there’s a Sweet Shoppe on the ship? Two decks up. All the ice cream you can imagine.”
“Yummy. Nothing goes better after lovin’ than ice cream.”
“Says you.”
“Says me? What’s better than ice cream after sex?”
“Sleep!”

He rolls his eyes.

“We can sleep later. Come on, Rip Van Winkle, we’re getting ice cream.”

I wasn’t gonna win this one. We got ice cream. And...tonight’s dinner is the Lobster Formal. Can we possibly pack any more euphoria into this day?

I thought I looked pretty sharp all dressed up, but Darren? Whoa! Our little friend Karl will be pitching a tent! I kept trying not to laugh, because D kept insisting that the captain bore an uncanny resemblance to Davy Jones. Tentacles and all. Karl was trying not to make it obvious in front of Victor, but he was lusting after my fella. Darren was eating it up. Again, someone whistled when we walked into the dining room holding hands. This time, Darren was vogueing and taking bows.

“Shall we have them set another place at the table for your ego, Luv, or perhaps a whole other table all to himself?”, I quip.
“I can’t help it if I’m loved and adored by millions,” he cheekily replies.

My response is to stick my finger down my throat and simulate gagging. He looks mock-wounded, and responds by throwing his arm around an elated Karl.

“Fine! Karl loves me. I’ll just talk to him instead!”, he fires back with a wink.

I thought the kid was going to wet himself. I’m getting curious about who keeps whistling at Darren. Maybe I’ll find out who he is and offer to introduce him. Depends on if he’s creepy-looking or not. I can’t see who he is from here, though. I’ll have to pay attention and see who’s hairy-eyeballing my man. Jealous? Nah. I trust him. If I were the jealous type, I’d have long since gone barking mad over all the attention he gets. Besides, I’ve got a wedding ring and a marriage certificate that says his heart is mine. Let them look. Let them lust. He’s not going anywhere.

Right now I'M lusting. Over the enormous lobster that’s just been placed before me. Darren has just lapsed into ‘naughty child’ mode, and is holding a conversation between his lobster and Karl’s, much to the amusement of Karl and Victor.

“Oh, this is nothing. You should see his little puppet shows on YouTube,” I mumble.
“Have you seen those?”
“With Gozer and Frost? Yes. Hilarious.”
“Even our dog’s been a puppet. He insists the dog speaks with this really dodgy accent to his doggy-friends in the park.”

Darren is laughing.

“Please tell me he hasn’t given his manhood its own voice and personality too,” Victor begs.

Darren nearly chokes on his food.

“You know he has,” I reply.

I can hear the wheels turning in Karl’s head as he visualizes that one.

“At least you can’t say life with me has been boring, right Darling?”
“You can say that again.”

I watch his expression as he takes the first bite of butter-laden lobster. He closes his eyes and smiles.

“Oh my God, this is so good!”, he purrs.

I just smile and glance at Karl out of the corner of my eye. I brought along the newspaper in my jacket so we can decide what to do tomorrow. We’ll probably go explore the island, but there’s also a glass-bottom boat that takes you out to see the shipwrecks, and the reef. We’re not scuba divers, but if you are, the guide will take you down to the wrecks. Fascinating stuff. I think I’ve watched every documentary ever made on “Exploring the Titanic”. Darren wants to go check out the shopping on the island. He loves open markets. It’s his version of treasure-hunting. We’ve got two days in this port before we head to the next one. Besides, I could stand to get off the ship and onto solid ground for a bit. I need to walk around and burn off some of the excess calories I’ve indulged in.

Believe it or not, they were screening Star Wars in one of the smaller lounges tonight. D’s eyes lit up. Perfect. He can fight the Dark Side to his heart’s content. I dozed through the whole thing, with my head on his shoulder. As many times as he’s watched every Star Wars film, his heart still races every time. While he quietly recited the whole script line-for-line, I let the sound of his voice and his breathing lull me into tranquility. I woke up as the movie ended, and Darren was engaged in animated chatter with other similarly-obsessed Jedi. I apologized for nodding off. He probably didn’t even notice. They wanted to continue their discussion, so a group of us went to the Midnight Snack buffet and got a table. Bless his fuzzy little heart, Darren steered the conversation to the special effects, and mentioned that I was a film-maker, just to engage me in the conversation.
This one guy sat staring, completely enthralled. He was on the cruise with two of his mates. All three were single, and came on the trip looking for love. Or action, at the very least. I was beginning to wonder if my fly was open or something, because I was feeling like he was undressing both of us with his eyes. I can understand why women hate when men do that. I don’t like being leered at either. Darren must have sensed my discomfort, because he reached for my hand. Maybe this guy is the whistler? He’s sure checking us out. As the group broke up, and we headed to our rooms, I still felt like someone was watching us. Great, we’re stuck on a ship with a psycho stalker! One of his friends caught up with us.

“Um, excuse me, Darren?”

We turned around to face him.

“My friend feels bad. He thinks he made you uncomfortable. He wanted you to know he didn’t mean to stare. He thinks you’re both beautiful, but he’s too shy to say anything.”

“Maybe he didn’t mean to, but he made Richard nervous.”
“I swear he’s not a psycho.”
“That’s reassuring.”
“Anyhow, he’s sorry if he upset you. Bye.”

Darren and I looked at each other, shaking our heads, and hurried back to our cabin. He double-locked the door and pulled me close.

“Too creepy.”
“No one’s gonna hurt you. I won’t let them.”

We were too wired to sleep. We just laid there, holding onto each other, still feeling a bit spooked, hoping Mr. Creepy would leave us alone the rest of the time. I swear, if Darren catches this guy staring again, he’s going to throw him overboard!
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