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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 stayed up late and watched the results of the US Presidential election. We were ecstatic at the outcome. That is, until we found out that Prop 8 passed in California. Don’t even get me started! It’s a disgrace! Darren went off on a rant on his Myspace page and fan forums. Several, in fact. He was depressed and angry for days. I knew I had to cheer him up somehow. So, while he was getting ready for our first official party at our new house, I told him I was popping out to the store, and I’d be back in an hour.

“Where ya goin’?”
“Just something I need to pick up. Relax, Luv, it’s for you.”
“It is?”
“Yeah. Don’t ask questions. Back in a bit.”

I grabbed the car keys and ran off. I got us matching pairs of plaid flannel pyjamas. You know he’s on a plaid kick, right? So I figured we’d be all snuggly warm in bed tonight in our new jammies. But I didn’t stop there. I also picked up a bottle of bubble bath. I did mention that we’ve got a garden tub in our master bathroom, didn’t I? It’s one of those huge deep tubs with built-in aqua jets, and a nice corner shelf for candles and stuff. I love it! (smiles) Tonight, I’m going to show Darren some love, in the bath, and then wrap my boy in nice new flannel jammies. Which reminds me, I should wash them first when I get home. He’s got sensitive skin, and we wouldn’t want him to get all itchy. He was a bit suspicious that I started a load of washing when I got home, but I distracted him, and made sure he stayed out of there. He’s whipping up a pot of chili.

“Smells great, Luv.”
“Taste it and see if it needs anything.”

He holds out a spoon.

“It’s a bit on the mild side, D. Give it a few drops of tabasco.”
“I don’t want to make it ass-on-fire hot.”

I laugh.

“Aw go on, live dangerously!”

Our friends loved it, and the house too. I love this house, even better than the old one. About the only thing I’m not crazy about is that the closets aren’t as big, but we’ve worked around that by swapping out our seasonal clothes, and storing them in space bags under the bed, and in the guest room. Which would be fine, except that he’s always hot, and I’m not. Oh well. Whatever. The dining room is nice and long, so we can put the leaves in the table and expand it for dinner parties. I love cooking for crowds! It’s actually easier than making smaller meals; at least I think so. I quietly slipped away to smuggle the newly-washed pyjamas upstairs.
I’m starting to think about what to get Darren for Christmas this year. A few new games for the Wii. I’m sure that’ll be on his list. He got hooked on it over at Justin’s, and just came home with one a few days later. That’s what they’re all doing now in the lounge room. I’m getting the food on the table. Wally is following me, hoping I’ll drop something, either accidentally or on purpose. I put the pot down and glare at him, pointing to his bed in the kitchen corner. He knows exactly what I want of him, he’s just choosing to ignore me.

“Waldo...look at me. Go lie down.”

He shoots me a sorrowful look and skulks off to the corner, emitting a loud snort and a sigh.

“Good boy. And stay there!”

I slip him a cookie to reward him. He’s still sniffing the air as I shuttle food back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room, and I continue to give him the eye, just so he knows I’m watching him. More sighs.

“Food’s up, mates!”

They pause their game and migrate to the dining room. Darren makes sure everyone knows that HE made the chili, but I made the dessert.

“Fair warning mates: it’s hot! As in ‘curl-the-hair-on-your-arse’ hot.”

They all laugh, but let’s see who’s the first to get watery eyes and gulp down their drink.

“So, Richard. When do we get to see this new DVD?”

(Gulp) I was afraid they were going to ask. Darren interjects.

“We have it, but he won’t stay in the room while it’s on.”

“Why not?”

“I dunno, I just feel funny viewing my own stuff. You know how some actors won’t watch their own films? It’s embarrassing, but you can watch it while I’m cleaning up after dinner.”

Darren watched it with them. I stayed out of sight. He skipped to his favorites. I was in my office, making an I-tunes mix for later. He came and found me.

“Darling?”

“In here.”

“Aw, I feel bad that you won’t join us.”

“I will once you’re done.”

“They’ve only seen three songs, and they’re blown away.”

I blush furiously.

“Darren...”

“I know. I’ll give them promo copies and turn it off, alright?”

Much to my relief, they return to playing their Wii game. I even took a turn at it, although I’ve got about as much coordination as a one-legged bloke in an arse-kicking contest. And knowing Darren, he’ll whack himself in the eye with the controller. Or drop it on his foot, or some other equally ungraceful mishap.

And then it started: the farting.
One of the guys inadvertently let one slip while he was playing, and they all fell out laughing. Ever the competitor, Darren insisted he could produce one louder and longer.

“Bloody hell, Darren! You’re killing me!”

“Aw, that’s nothing. What about this?!”

“You’re gonna set off the fuckin’ smoke alarm!”

Pulling the collar of my sweater over my nose and mouth, I open the window. I come up behind Darren and wrap my arms around him.

“Who’d have thought such a sweet little arse could produce such noxious gas?”

He laughs. I kiss him.

“But you love me anyway, right Sweetie?”

“Always”.

I made sure to spray the air and the sofa cushions once they left.

“They told me I married a genius, Richard.”

“They really said that? Wow.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Darren. Does Wally need a walk?”

“He took care of business when I walked them out. He’s good for the night.”

“Let’s go upstairs. I’ve got something for you.”

“Do I get three guesses?”

“Sure.”

“Is it...warm?”

“Yes.”

He comes up behind me and puts his arms around me.

“And it feels nice?”

“Two for two.”

“Okay, either it’s a hot bath or sex.”

“(Buzzer) Wrong.”

“Wrong?”

“Wrong.”

“Warm and feels nice...Our bed?”

“(Buzzer.)”

He steps back, frowning.

“What are you up to?”

I smile.

“You’ll see. Although all three guesses do figure in the plan.”

Curiosity killed the cat. He dashed up the stairs and tore open the bedroom door. I heard him giggle as I came into the room.

“Plaid pyjamas! I fucking love it! Aw, thank you, Darlin’. I love you.”

“I love you too, Darren. Do you really like them?”

“They’re great.”

We get all cuddly-kissy, and nearly end up in bed, but I pull back.

“Mmm...no, not in bed yet, Luv. In the bath first. It’ll be our first bath together in the new tub. Oh, and I got us a new bottle of bubble bath as well.”

He giggles. I give the tub a quick rinse and draw up our bath. Darren finds the candles. I’ve created a “Bubblebath Mix” on my iPod just for the occasion. He’s impressed. His little pink rubber ducky is happily bobbing in the waves. We settle in, nearly up to our necks in Vanilla Hazelnut bubbles. Aah...just delightful!

“This is your idea of paradise, isn’t it, Darling?”, he asks.

“Hmm...”

“I think so too, Richard”, he whispers.

“Perfect way to end a lovely day.”

He’s leaning back against me, my legs on either side of his, and my arms wrapped around him. I’m rubbing his shoulders, well, just because. He groans softly.

“A bit harder.”

I increase the pressure.

“Oh yeah. Perfect.”

I can’t resist kissing the back of his neck. He smiles.

“Switch places with me, Richard. Let me hold you.”

We giggle as we slide over each other. I slide down a bit and snuggle in his arms, resting my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He puts a finger under my chin and looks into my eyes. I smile blissfully at him, lost in the moment. Candles are flickering in the corner, and we’re relaxing in the tub. I am vaguely aware that his naughty bits and mine are very close to each other. A slight shift of his hips brings them into contact. He glances down and uses his hand to rub his against mine. I shiver at the electricity running up my spine, and look deep into his eyes.

“(Gasp) mmm...”

I bring my hand down to increase the friction, and he pulls me into a deep, prolonged kiss.

“I’ve got a surprise for you. I’ve been practising”, he whispers.

“Practising what, Luv?”

He has me lay back as he slides down. We’re facing each other on opposite sides of the tub, and his legs are underneath me. We let a little water out of the tub, so he doesn’t have to stick his face in the water. I lift up a bit so he can reach. And then it dawns on me what he’s been practising. Is he really gonna do this?

“Close your eyes and relax, Darling”, he whispers, smiling.

I lay my head back on the edge of the tub and close my eyes. He gently kisses the head of my manhood. I groan softly. I kind of expected that. He takes me all the way into his mouth without gagging. I open my eyes and watch.

“Mmm...Darren...”

He keeps going. Wow. He really has gotten the hang of this, hasn’t he? It feels really good, too.

“Ooh yeah...”

My head falls back.

“That’s it, Luv. Just like that. Ohh...(gasp) Darren...”

He smiles, and switches to snaky-licks. My breath is coming in shuddery gasps. He swirls his tongue around the head, and gives it a few more licks for good measure, before going back to sucking and swallowing. This is ecstasy. His mouth is so warm.

“Ohh...Darren (gasp) feels so good...ohh...I’m gonna come...oh God...oh don’t stop...it’s coming...”

I shut my eyes tight. The burning in my spine is about to erupt. I hold my breath, seeing red lights explode behind my eyes, and then “Pow! Pow! Pow!”, and I’m screaming in ecstasy.

“Oh my God! Darren!”

I’m shuddering hard, and he takes every drop without even blinking. I’m trying to catch my breath, and he finishes the way he started- with a gentle kiss on the head.

“Oh my God”, I whisper breathlessly, “That was bloody incredible, Darren.”

“Did it please you?”

“Whaddaya think?”

“I think it did.”

“Come here. Hold me, Luv.”

I snuggle in his arms.

“Mmm...I feel all tingly. I’m curious, Luv. How exactly did you practise this?”

“Bananas.”

I giggle.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I learned to relax the muscles, but I didn’t want to show you until I was confident.”

My mind is wrapping around the fact that he did this for me, and tears well up in my eyes.

“Aw...Richard, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. You must really love me to want to do something like this.”

“You know I do, Sweetheart. It was all worth it just to see the look on your face.”

We share soft kisses.

“Love you so much.”

“I love you too, Baby.”

I know he must be aching to take his own release by now. I close my eyes. I feel so drowsy and orgasmic, but I won’t leave him unfulfilled. I turn over so he’s behind me, and bring my leg up, inviting him to enter. He uses his fingers to help me open up for him, and feeling him fill me just prolongs the delicious glow I’m still feeling. He leans over to kiss me as he moves slowly inside me. I squeeze him inside to intensify his pleasure, and I smile when he groans. I feel like a tiny pebble, drifting in outer space. So calm and blissful.

“Ohhh Rich...”

I look into his eyes and keep squeezing him.

“Just let go, Darren. Let it overtake you.”

He holds his breath and picks up the pace, groaning as I keep tightening and releasing my muscles around him. Our eyes are locked on each other.

“I’ll bet that feels good for you, doesn’t it, Luv?”, I whisper.

He gasps and nods. I slow down a bit to prolong it for him. He closes his eyes and sighs.

“Mmm...Richard...”

“What, Luv? Tell me.”

He stays in me and stops moving.

“The way it feels to love you...could just stay like this...feel so close to you.”

He’s not even uttering complete sentences, but I know exactly what he means. We’re joined, body and soul, by a connection so deep, it transcends space and time, and when we make love, we lose ourselves to it. It’s beautiful in a way that’s hard to put into words. You know, that whole “Darrichard” thing. Our energies, our life forces combine. We’ve waited all our lives for this. But right now, the bath water is getting cold, so I’d really like for him to come, so we can get out of the tub and into our nice warm jammies. I smile at him.

“Listen to my voice, D. Concentrate on what your body feels. Feel it building inside you. Move toward it, Luv.”

He starts moving again, biting his lip. I push back against him. I feel his muscles starting to tense, and then he’s moaning. That delicious, incredibly sexy sound that I’ll never tire of. Sometimes I can actually feel it inside when he ejaculates. I did this time. A warm rush, filling me.

“Ohh...I love you so much, Richard.”

I stroke his face.

“I love you too.”

“I wanna stay inside you.”

“The bath water’s gone cold, Luv. We’ve been in here almost an hour.”

“Just a few minutes more? Just ‘til I’m not hard anymore?”

“Alright.”

I smile at him.

“You know Luv, if we were doing this in bed, you could stay in me until you fell asleep.”

“Hmm...”

“Next time. I promise.”

I don’t even care that my hair’s all wet, or that the bubbles have completely dissipated. I just love him and want him to be happy. He looks as peaceful as I feel. He’d fall asleep if I let him. I hear his stomach grumbling.

“You hungry, D?”

“I’m craving something sweet. Have some ice cream with me?”

“Well...alright. Just a scoop.”

He reluctantly pulls out and disentangles himself from me.

“Ooh, let’s have a PJ race.”

“A what?!”, I ask, laughing.

“When we were kids, and it was time to get into pyjamas, we’d have a race to see who could do it fastest.”

So we dry off, and take our places on either side of the bed. Leave it to Darren: As he’s scrambling to step into his pyjama-bottoms, he gets all tangled up in the them and trips himself up. Luckily, he fell onto the bed and didn’t do himself any harm. I won by default. I flopped onto the bed with him, both of us laughing.

“That was graceful, Darren! Come on, silly boy, let’s have that ice cream. You lost, you make the sundaes.”

Wally follows us downstairs and sits at the back door.

“Would you let him out, Darling?”

“Sure. Come on, Wally.”

I stand on the back porch in my robe, keeping an eye on the dog. Darren calls out from the kitchen.

“Hey Rich?”

“Yeah?”

“Peanut butter fudge or butter pecan?”

“PB fudge.”

“Ooh, I just love the way you say that!”

“Oh shut up!”, I giggle.

I still don’t get why he’s so smitten with my accent. The dog finally finishes up outside and comes running in, expecting a treat. Darren lets him lick the ice cream scoop. Won’t do me any good to tell him that dairy products give dogs gas.

Darren is right about one thing, though:
Ice cream does taste better after sex! And new flannel pyjamas are very comforting on cold nights. I think Darren looks terribly sexy in his.
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