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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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We slept late the next day, just lying about, snuggling, preparing to start the DVD pre-ordering. Darren loved the trailer, and apparently so did his fans. I was speechless at their kindness to me. Moved to tears, really. We set up our laptops side-by-side at my desk, along with a big plate of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies, and tall glasses of oatmilk. Yummy! You can guess what we did with those. Yup. We fed each other and shared sweet kisses, along with whispered “I love you’s”.

“Ready, Luv?”
“Let’s go, let’s do it.”
“Alrighty then...3...2...1...click! Store’s open!”

We watched the orders come in on my screen, while he read the comments on his. Like I said, I was feeling the love. Darren was beaming.

“It’s unanimous, Richard. You’re brilliant, and we make a great team.”

I leaned my head on his shoulder. He switched to his Myspace page. More love. He posted a “thank you” on my behalf. I’m not used to this. I do what I do because it’s fun. I never expected it to be so well-received, but I’m chuffed that it has. It was nearly sunrise by the time we went to bed. Tracey took over from Australia. Later that day, I was checking the letter box. I got something from a trade association I belong to. I’m reading this letter, and I stop dead in my tracks.

“Oh my God! No way!”
“What is it, Richard?”

I hand it to Darren, who reads it aloud.
My animation for “Who Would’ve Thought” is up for an award. I’m gobsmacked. Is this for real? I jump on my laptop and bring up the website. Yep. Annual awards banquet. There’s our video.

“Do we have anything scheduled for that night?”

Darren checks his planner.

“Nope. We’re going. Call them up and put in our reservation.”
“And you’re alright with me being recognised while you play the supportive partner?”
“Of course I am! No one is prouder of you than me. In fact, I was thinking of taking you away on a little holiday just to show you how much I love you.”
“You’re serious?”
“How does four days in Paris sound?”

I laugh.

“Lovely. When?”
“How fast can you pack?”
“Darren!”

He sits down in front of my laptop.

“Look, we can do a ‘weekend getaway fare’. We can leave in the morning.”
“What about the dog?”
“I’ll call the kennel and book his stay. We can bring him later. What do you say?”
“Yes! (laughing) You’re mad, but I love you so much!”

He pulls his credit card out of his wallet and books our little trip. I run upstairs to fetch our suitcases, remembering the near-fiasco in our old house when we got locked in the closet. I wonder if the ghost in the attic has made himself known to the family that bought our house? This house, I’m happy to report, is ghost-free thus far. No creaking doors, no phantom footsteps. Okay, what to pack for four days in Paris? Ooh, this is so exciting! Where’s my passport?

It was absolutely lovely! We shopped, we ate, we took in the sights. Paris is so romantic! I remember the first time he took me there. We were dating a couple of months, and he surprised me. He spoiled me silly with food and gifts. Well, he did it again this time. Everything’s better in Paris. Even the sex. (sigh) It was great.

On the first afternoon, we’d just gotten back to our room with shopping bags full of stuff, and we were trying to decide what to do next. He flopped onto the bed and smiled at me with that “Hey Loverboy!” look in his eyes. Ooh. He patted the bed next to him. I kicked off my shoes and snuggled up to him. He took me in his arms and just gazed into my eyes.

“I love you, Darren.”
“I love you, Richard. Having fun so far, Sweetheart?”

I kiss him.

“Mmm...yes, I am.”
“Good. Me too.”

More kisses. He untucks my shirt and glides his hands under it.

“Take this off. (kiss) I wanna touch you.”

I giggle.

“You are touching me.”

He stops.

“Richard! Don’t you want me to love you?”
“Hmm, let me think.”

He rolls his eyes and folds his arms.

“Okay.”

I take it off.

“Okay? Just okay?”
“Oh Darren, you know I’m joking! Of course I want you to.”

I lower my voice. That always gets his attention. I kiss his neck and nibble on his ear.

“Touch me. I want your hands on me.”

I untuck his shirt too. And then I unbutton it. Mmm...I love his chest! So sexy. It might just be my favorite part of his body. Well, that and his mouth. And his eyes. And...oh hell, I love all of him! I gently suck on a nipple. He closes his eyes and pulls my lower body closer to his, arching his hips against mine. Desire smolders in his eyes as he opens them. He pulls my face up to his and gives me a passionate kiss. His arms tighten around me.

“Hmm...you’re making me feel so...”
“So...?”
“Hot. Would you suck me, Richard? I’m just...I need...hell, I can’t even get the words out.”
“Relax, Luv. Lie back and let your boy take care of you.”

He wriggles out of his trousers, and I do the same. I love the feeling of our bodies being in complete contact; pressed against each other with absolutely nothing coming between us.

For a minute, we just take in the sight of each other, but that never lasts long. I can’t bear to be so close to my beautiful Darren’s naked body and not touch him. He looks much better naked than I do, anyway. At least I think so. He’s much more defined than I am. I’ve got little birdie legs compared to him, and his upper body is just gorgeous. Mine is...bleh! Sometimes I feel so self-conscious taking my shirt off in front of him. Well, not as much now as I used to. You see, Darren finds softer body types more attractive than really toned ones. He says it gives him something to hold onto while he’s loving me, and he doesn’t want to feel boney hips and ribs poking into him. No danger of that with me. (giggles)

I dimmed the light and teased him with snaky-licks until me begged me to finish him. By that time I was well and truly dying for him to return the favour, but I’ll hold him until he recovers his senses first. I always feel protective of him when he’s in that state. It’s as if I need for him to feel totally safe and loved when he’s losing control. I hold him close, kissing his forehead, stroking his hair, smiling at him. About the only thing hard that’s poking him is my erection, but I shift slightly so he’s not crushing me. It. He opens his eyes and looks deep into mine, whispering as he kisses me.

“That felt so good, Richard. Are you ready for me to do you?”

I shiver as he wraps his hand around me, and gasp as his thumb brushes over the head. He can feel the drop of wetness there, and brings his thumb up to his mouth, and licks it.

“I need you, Darren.”

I’m pleading with my eyes as I look into his. He smiles lovingly.

“Just let go and enjoy this, Richard. Just surrender to it.”
“I...ohhh...yeah...Darren...oh God...”

Oh, I surrendered alright. He did me so well, I’m not even sure what I was saying, or that the moans of pleasure I was hearing were coming from me, but I was on cloud nine, and not coming down anytime soon.
Rather than feeling sleepy, I felt energized afterwards. I stretched and sighed happily.

“Wanna go for a swim?”
“Huh?”
“I think it’d feel great. A few laps in the pool. Whaddaya say?”

He laughs.

“You’re serious.”
“Yes.”
“I think you’re a merman.”
“A what?!”
“Merman. You know, like a mer-maid. A fish person.”
“Oh. If you say so.”

I hop out of bed and wash up in the loo before digging my swimsuit out of the drawer.

“Come on, Darren. Just for a few minutes.”

He shrugs.

“Alright. Do I stink?”

I wrap my arms around him and come in close for a sniff.

“Not at all.”
“Are you certain? We just had sex.”
“I know. I was there. (laughing) I swear you don’t, but if it makes you feel better, wash up first.”

So we went downstairs and had a dip in the pool. It was indoors and heated. Very refreshing after our romantic interlude. Afterwards, we had a really lovely candlelit dinner, and walked around holding hands, and stealing kisses under the street lamps. He brings out this really romantic side of me. We had a street artist draw a caricature of us. Personally, I didn’t think it was all that good. Both of us have done better ones ourselves, but it was still fun to see how someone else saw us.

The next day, it was raining. We more or less slept in, ordered room service, and snuggled in bed for most of the day. Darren and I loved listening to the rain on the roof, all while happily wrapped around each other, just living in the moment. It seems the couple in the adjoining room had the same idea, because they got rather...um, loud, if you get my meaning.(laughs) I just chuckled and tried not to listen. Even dead-to-the-world Darren opened his eyes and giggled.

“Do we sound like that, Rich?”, he asked, sleepily.
“God, I hope not.”
“Maybe I’ll clap for them when they’re done.”
“Darren, don’t you dare! As much as it’s poor form to have loud sex in a hotel, it’s worse to let the lovers know you were listening.”
“It’s not like we’ve never done it.”
“What, had sex?”, I joke.
“Loudly. In a hotel.”
“Well...yeah...”

I blush, recalling our mid-afternoon adventure in a Brisbane hotel room loo.

“Brisbane, remember?”
“Yeah.”

I think our amorous neighbours wore themselves out, but by now, all their noisy lovemaking has Darren feeling frisky. He’s running his tongue up my neck and behind my ear. He knows exactly how to get me going. He’s gonna get pounced on in about two seconds if he keeps that up! I turn over and face him, holding his scruffy little face in my hands before plundering his mouth with a heated kiss. I glide my hands down his body to tease his nipples, which has him moaning as we continue to kiss. I continue down his body to give his cute little bottom a playful squeeze, and gently stroke him back there. He shudders and breaks the kiss, looking deep into my eyes.

“Mmm...Baby?”
“Yeah?”

He’s kissing my neck.

“I want you to fuck me, Rich.”

I smile and kiss him, speaking softly.

“Okay. Just wanted to make sure I heard you correctly, Luv.”

He lays back and takes both my hands in his, and we shift positions so I’m on my knees, sitting back on my heels, and his bum is resting on my thighs. I can easily take him like this, and stroke him at the same time. I love that he’s completely open to me, completely trusting , giving himself to me. Well, this position looks easy on film, but I’m not quite as well-endowed as your average porn star. (laughs) It took a few tries before we got the angle right. We kept laughing, but we got it. He just had to pick his legs up a bit higher, and I had to lean over him a little further. It was sweet, looking into his eyes, touching him, feeling him grip me inside. I loved hearing him moan as I drove into him, not too hard. He was gently cupping my balls in his hand, stroking me with two fingers where I’m really sensitive. To say it felt great was a massive understatement. It was sensational! I thought I’d explode right then and there. I touched him the same way.

“I love you. I love you so much, Darren.”
“I love you too Rich, so much.”
“Can you come for me, Luv?”

He nods, and takes my hand, wrapping it around his member, towards the top. He wants me to stroke him, concentrating on the head, keeping my hand tight around him. When he climaxes, I’ll go right along with him, once he bears down on me.

“Oh yeah Richard, just like that! Take me home, Baby. Ohhh...it’s coming, Richard.”
“Does this feel good, what I’m doing to you, Darren?”, I whisper.

He nods, his eyes closed tightly. I thrust a little harder, a little faster. We’re both so close.

“Ohh...Richard!”

He shudders hard, his head falling back. I keep going, his seed coating my hand as I continue to stroke him. I feel the walls tighten around me, pulsing, squeezing, and I just explode into him.

“Ohh...(shudder) Darren...feels so good...aah yeah...”

I’m breathing hard as slowly withdraw from his body and collapse weakly beside him, pulling him close. I am so in love with this boy! He’s just beautiful, in every way, and he makes me feel so bloody good! He’s watching me, with tears in his eyes. It was pretty intense this time. I snuggled in the curve of his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin. Can you have sex without sweating? Not us! Mmm...pheromones...(sigh). I love how he smells, even after we’ve made love. I remember when we first met. My first thought was, “Damn, he’s hot!”, and my second was, “And he smells delectable, and I just want to eat him up!” You know something? I still do!
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