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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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After a very intense video shoot yesterday, Darren is feeling a bit down. Now that the footage is in my hands for editing, he’s feeling like he should be doing something. I told him to go unpack some more boxes. We got most of the stuff put away. Really just have to hang pictures and that sort of thing, but considering we’re talking about Mr. Mishap, I’m reluctant to let him anywhere near a hammer and nails. A trip to the emergency room does not figure in my plans. Besides, once this project is wrapped up in a few weeks, there’ll be plenty of time to get the house in order and throw a party. He’ll be going to Australia soon as well. Did I mention that I’ve got my own office now? Just a small room, but at least it’s my own creative space, to decorate as I wish, whenever I get around to it. Which isn’t to say that Darren doesn’t come barging in all the time. That’s alright, I kind of expected it. He misses us being in the same room. His space is in the basement now. Office on one side, studio on the other. Gonna be really nice when it’s finished.

“Hey Rich?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m taking the dog for a walk. How’s it going?”
“Still looking through it all.”
“Okay. See you in a bit.”

I give him a kiss and close the door. That ought to take a half hour, at least. Oh, remember what I said I was going to look up? You know, ‘how many calories?’ Five to seven. That’s all. And while I was doing this “research”, I came across something else: There’s actually a name for that flutter-lick thing I like so much. It’s called The Snaky-Lick Trick. Sounds like something out of a Dr. Seuss book, doesn’t it? It says that when you do it, to wait 15 seconds between licks, and you’ll make your partner climax very quickly and very intensely. Gotta show this to Darren. I like it. “Snaky-Lick Trick”. Hmm...that gives me an idea...I’ll bet I could do it to him too, on his chest, and he’d be begging for more. (laughs) This is gonna be fun! He’s gonna be sitting with me, giving his input on this video, for the rest of the day. The dog, meanwhile, has developed the curious behavior of hiding his toys in every room of the house. I’ve stepped on squeaky toys repeatedly. He thinks he’s clever, hiding them under the mat just outside of the shower. I nearly had a heart attack when I stepped on it this morning. I think he’s just trying to make the house feel like “home”, so he’s got to have a little piece of security in every room. At least he hasn’t taken to scent-marking. Darren would kill him. Hopefully, the fact that we’re going to the Madonna concert in a few days will cheer Darren up, but just incase it doesn’t, I’m leaving him a love note, right here in the chair he’ll be sitting in once he’s done walking the dog.
I’ve been around creative people long enough to know that they get insanely grumpy in their “down time”, and I don’t intend to sit idly by and wait for Darren to bite my head off during one of his tantrums for something that’s no fault of mine. I know his little snits aren’t personal, so I just stay calm, hold my ground, and diffuse him. I know he’s very reactive. I just wish sometimes he’d stop and think, rather than blowing up first and regretting it later, but I can’t change him, so I don’t stress about it. Meanwhile, I’ve got to get this thing finished. (sigh) I need a cup of tea. And a snack. Something chocolatey. I’m going to the kitchen. Let’s see what we’ve got here...fruit...eh. Yogurt...that’s Darren’s. Leftover roast chicken. Nope. Aha...! Last piece of chocolate double-fudge cake. Perfect! Come on water, boil! Uh oh, here comes Darren. You watch, he’ll be sulking because I’m eating the last piece.

“Whatcha doin’, Rich?”
(With my mouth full) “Having a snack.”
Darren laughs. “You sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher: Waah waah waah.”

I try not to choke, and swallow it, laughing. Darren eyes my cake with lustful intentions. I pick it up and turn my back to him.

“Aw come on, share! I can’t have one little bite?”

I roll my eyes.

“One bite.”

I prepare to feed him a forkful, and he grabs the rest of it.

“Oy, give that back! You wanker, gimme my cake back!”

He plays “keep away”.

“It’s gonna end up on the floor, Darren.”

Meanwhile, the kettle is whistling. I make my tea, glaring at him all the while.

“Give it here, Darren. I’m not kidding.”
“I wanna feed it to you. Like at our wedding.”
“So help me, Boy, if you smash it in my face, I’m gonna be pissed at you.”

He looks mock-offended.

“Richard! Did I smash it in your face at our wedding?”

I laugh.

“No, because I told you that if you did, you weren’t getting laid that night.”

He thinks the better of it, and after feeding each other a forkful, I get it back.

“Did you want anything with the hot water, Darren?”
“Yeah, maybe I’ll make my little concoction.”

I watch him scoop instant coffee and unsweetened cocoa into his mug.
Yuck! Alright, back to my office...

At any rate, the project is finally finished! I edited “Neverland”, and the last song as well. And I did show Darren the stuff about the snaky-lick. Ever since then, we’ve got this private joke going where he’ll whisper, “Here snaky, snaky, snaky” in my ear, causing me to bust out laughing at the most inopportune times. Did we actually try it? Hell yeah! How many licks? Less than ten. I haven’t tried it on him yet, but I will one of these days.

He arrived safely in Sydney. I posted everything off to be packaged. While he’s off doing the “Idol” thing, Wally and I are doing some visiting of our own. I’m spending three days at my sister’s, but having lunch with Pete and Nancy first. You remember them, they named their baby boy after me. Cullen Andrew. This is the first time I’m seeing them since he was born. I was awestruck when Nancy placed him in my arms. A perfect little person. Little button nose. Don’t you just love the smell of babies? All powdery-fresh and sweet? I took a picture with my mobile and sent it to Darren. I’ll admit, lately the urge to become fathers has struck us both. Maybe we’ll start giving it serious consideration soon.

Little Daphne explained to me, with a very serious expression on her face, that her baby brother had a willy, because he’s a boy, but she didn’t, because she’s a girl. I desperately tried not to laugh in front of her. I thought Nancy would die of mortification. At least she didn’t launch into the explanation of where babies come from. Darren would’ve egged her on; of that I have no doubt. I had a lovely visit with them, and had to convince Wally to tear himself away from Daphne, who was more than happy to indulge him with endless belly-rubs.

In the end, he couldn’t resist the lure of a 2-hour ride in the car, head hanging out the window, ears flying in the breeze. Much as I missed Darren, I felt happy, driving the country roads, blasting music, singing loudly without trying to stay in tune to impress Darren. When I pulled up in the drive, Hillary came flying out of the house, gleefully screaming, “He’s here! Uncle Richard’s here! And he’s brought Wally, too!” I did have fun those three days. It was like old times for me and my sister. I remembered to ask her if I could look through Mum and Dad’s photo albums. She offered to let me keep them if I liked, but I had to promise to give them back by Christmas. I was thrilled. I want to show Darren. I don’t think he’s ever seen them, nor any pictures of me as a child. I can scan copies of any photos we want. This way, both my sister and I will have them. In the morning, I made breakfast for the family, and helped my sister see Hillary off to school, and Thomas off to work. I mostly just helped her ‘round the house, and we talked a lot. She did say that when Hillary came home after staying with us, she gave my sister a run for her money, because we let her stay up late, blow bubbles in her milk, and draw on the wall with crayons. I’m told that she even informed her parents that she was running away to Uncle Richard’s and Uncle Darren’s, because “they let me do anything I want”. I wouldn’t take it that far, but somehow I knew my sister wouldn’t let me leave without a proper tongue-lashing for spoiling my niece. Isn’t that what uncles are for, though? Call it payback for all the times my sister terrorized me when we were children.

Wally was loving life. He waited for Hillary at the gate every afternoon, and even sat on the swings with her. Only the promise of “going home to see Daddy” lured him into the car. Of course, Darren wasn’t going to be home for a few more days yet, but I had a project to work on: painting my office. Now that the film project is complete, I can take a few days to decorate my personal workspace and make it uniquely “me”. I’m thinking a dark rose colour. Not quite “cranberry”, but not “pink” either. First stop: hardware store, for paint and supplies. Next, move my stuff to a corner of the kitchen table, and cover the furniture with drop-cloths. Crank up the stereo, open the office window, and off we go.
Other than the sanding and prep work, the actual painting only took a few hours. I told you it wasn’t a terribly large room. I was pleased with how it turned out. I even stenciled “Pixelfing” on the office door. Tomorrow, I’ll hang some pictures and move my stuff back in there. I need a shower, then I’m supposed to meet Darren online for an IM chat. Maybe I’ll just have a pizza delivered. Or better still, Chinese. Yeah. I can type and eat lo mein noodles out of the carton with chopsticks at the same time. Does that make me ambidextrous? (laughs)

So anyway, I’m eating my lo mein, reading the forums on Darren’s site, waiting for him to log on. So we start chatting, I’m all excited to tell him about my office, and he abruptly gets booted off. Eh, happens sometimes. He’ll be right back.
You won’t believe what happened. Well, considering it’s Darren, you might. His laptop power cord whacked him in the eye! It’s all red. I urged him to have it looked at in the morning. What am I going to do with him? I can’t bloody well wrap the boy in bubble wrap and safety goggles, much as I’d like to! On top of this, he’s got the tummy bug that’s been going ‘round. At least I know his mum will look after him for a few days.

A couple of hours later, I realized I wasn’t feeling so hot myself. Dinner was just sitting in my stomach like a brick. I changed into sweats and hopped onto the couch with the dog, hoping it would pass. I watched telly, sipping my tea, petting the dog and just flipping channels. It got worse. I laid there, wrapped in a blanket, feeling miserable, when it hit: A disgusting wave of nausea. I bolted for the loo, double-time, and barely made it. Great, now I’ll have to clean that up! Spending the evening on my knees in front of the bowl is not my idea of a good time. I’d much rather be on my knees in front of Darren, (wink), but that wasn’t an option.

By the time all was said and done, there was nothing left in me to toss. I groaned weakly and stood up. The dog was whimpering outside the door. It was obvious even to him that I felt like hell. I washed my face, and rummaged through the medicine cabinet for the bottle of the dreaded pink stuff to quell the nausea. I held my nose and drank it. I hate that stuff! I trudged back to the sofa and flopped back onto it, pulling the blanket around me. “Well, that was fun.” God, I wish Darren was here to hold me! Even if there wasn’t much he could do, feeling his arms around me would be comforting.

I spent most of the next day in bed, in between sprints to the loo. I couldn’t keep any food down, from one end or the other. Darren called when he got to Brisbane. He sounded alarmed that I’d fallen ill.

“Richard, what’s wrong? You sound terrible.”
“I’ve got it too, Darren. I just hurt all over.”
“Oh Honey, I’m sorry. When did this happen?”
“Started last night, after we got off the computer.”
“Make sure you keep drinking. You don’t want to get dehydrated.”
“I’ve tried. I can’t hold any food down. How about you? How’s your eye?”
“It’ll be okay. I got some drops.”
“What about your tummy? Didn’t you have the bug too?”
“It passed after about 24 hours.”
“Well, that’s something to hope for.”

Thankfully, it did pass, and by next day, I was able to tolerate soup and crackers. I sanitized both bathrooms and straightened up round the house.

Happily, by the time Darren arrived home the next night, I was feeling much better. His flight actually arrived at about 5am, so he got a cab home. I never even heard him come in. I’m sure Wally barked, but I was fast asleep. Next thing I know, he’s sitting beside me on our bed, gently stroking my face, and calling my name. I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head.

“Richard, Darling, wake up. I’m home.”

I opened my eyes.

“Darren?”

I looked around our dark bedroom to get my bearings, then realised he was indeed back with me. I smiled, and we reached for each other.

“It’s good to have you home, Luv. I was worried about you. How’s your eye?”
“It’ll be fine.”
“Let me see.”

I reach for the light, and my glasses on the nightstand, and hold his face in my hands as I inspect his injured baby blue. It doesn’t look too bad, just a bit red.

“Close your eyes, Darren.”

I plant a gentle kiss on his eyelid.

“Now it’ll get better for sure. Thank you, Richard.”
“Come to bed with me?”
“I’d like to take a shower first.”
“You don’t stink.”
“I just feel like...(he pulls a face) I need one.”
“Would you like me to join you, Darren?”

He smiles.

“Come on.”

A couple of minutes later, we’re in the shower together, our pent-up sexual tension from the past week apart threatening to boil over. I revel in the feel of his hands gliding over my body, my senses coming alive under his touch. I watch him squeeze a bit of conditioner in his hand, wondering why he’s using that first, when he gently inserts a finger into me. My head falls back immediately, and I brace myself against the wall. The rush of pleasure makes my knees go weak. As he wiggles his finger inside me, I push back against him. He’s whispering in my ear.

“Does it feel good, Richard?”

I close my eyes and smile.

“Mmm...it feels great, Darren.”

I reach back to wrap my hand around him, and he shudders as I stroke him.

“Do me, Darren.”

This time, I squeeze the conditioner in my hand, and look into his eyes as I coat his erection with it. His eyes are smoldering with desire. We kiss passionately, then I turn around and get ready for the onslaught, smiling over my shoulder at him. He lines up with me, and teases my opening just a bit before he pushes into me. It burns for a few seconds, and I bite my lip and close my eyes. As he starts moving, the burning subsides, replaced by increasing waves of pleasure, threatening to overtake us both. It’s not sweet and gentle this time. It’s hot, fast, and urgent. We both need this release badly.

“Talk to me, Darren.”
“I’m gonna explode inside you. My whole body is just screaming for it. I know you need it too, Baby. Come with me, Richard.”

He wraps his hand around me, squeezing and rubbing, and the floodgates just crash open. I’m crying out, shuddering hard, my muscles bearing down on him as he keeps pounding into me. I hear him groaning, his body shuddering along with mine, as he reaches climax seconds after me. We’re both breathing hard, savoring the overwhelming feeling of relief. He pulls out slowly, and I turn around and lean into his embrace. I hope I’m not bleeding. I don’t remember the last time he took me this hard.

“Are you alright? I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“I’ll be fine. Maybe a bit sore, but it’ll pass.”

We got out and dried off. He felt guilty about it, and promised to be more gentle next time.
“Don’t worry about it, Darren. I wanted it this way too. Really.”

We curled up together, and slept in most of the next day. Good thing, too, because I doubt I’d have been able to sit up straight after that. (smiles)

Besides, the DVD goes on sale at midnight. We’re gonna be up late on his website. We can use the sleep. Rest assured that I will pay him back for shagging the daylights out of me. Right now I’m just glad he’s home, and not going anywhere anytime soon.
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