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        Chapter2. part 23. part 3: The End



Author: MarshAngel
Title: Chocolate Covered Love
Rating: R-NC-17
WebPages: http://www.crosswinds.net/~marshangel/angelmoon.htm 
http://www.xanga.com/MarshAngel


Chapter 3

Darien opened the door to his unnaturally, obsessively clean bedroom and walked 
over to the bed. With no further ado and absolutely no grace, he unceremoniously 
tossed her 
off his shoulder unto the bed. She lay across his bed, propped up on her elbows 
grinning at 
him. Her shirt was still up under her arms so he had a rather lovely view of 
here lace covered 
breasts and a lovely expanse of stomach. 

He wondered if she expected her ravishing to begin now and should he do her the 
honor. Once again his conscience kicked him hard in the backside and he began 
heading for 
the door, key in hand. He'd just lock her in until the party was over or she got 
her wits back.

She wasn't the only one in need of recapturing their wits. She'd obviously done 
quite 
a job on his 'mind' because he had completely forgotten that the door had a lock 
on the 
inside. It suddenly came back to him as he reached for the doorknob and saw the 
lock; she 
could leave anytime she wanted to. He sighed and banged his head against the 
door. This 
was definitely a test of some kind.

"You weren't actually thinking of leaving me here alone were you Darien?" She 
had 
that pouting tone to her voice, as though he had taken away her favorite toy. 
"You couldn't 
actually have been planning on leaving without fulfilling your promise. I always 
knew you 
were a jerk!"

She actually sounded like she was about to cry. He turned around to face her 
only to 
see her burying her face in one of his pillows. 

"I knew it was a mistake to like you. You're never nice to me," he heard her 
mumble. 

She likes me, he thought to himself amused. Then again, she is not exactly 
herself. 
She couldn't be. She did, after all, seem rather upset at the idea of him not 
ravishing her and 
the Serena he knew would rather gouge his eyes out than let him touch her. He 
had to admit 
the entire situation was nothing short of amusing. In fact, had this been 
happening to 
anyone else it would have been damn hilarious! She did seem genuinely upset 
though, which 
somehow was his fault. 

He walked over to the bed and sat down beside the sniffling blonde. He placed a 
hand on one small round shoulder. "Serena please stop crying."

"Why? You don't even like me! I thought you brought me in here because you liked 

me but you obviously don't, so just leave me alone ok! I was having fun dancing 
with Paul 
but you just had to barge right in and drag me off to your bedroom and ruin my 
good time 
like you always do and then to top it off you refuse to do what I want!"

Damn. This girl really shouldn't take any mood-altering substances. It's as 
though 
she's reverted to a five year old, Darien thought. 

"Believe me, I like you Serena, but you aren't yourself right now. Ravishing you 
is 
completely out of the question." Now she had him using that ridiculous word. 

"If you like me why won't you…?"

"Ravish you?" he added before she could finish, turning his nose up at the use 
of that 
damn word once again. "Really Serena, you need to stop with that word already. 
There 
won't be any ravishing, not until you're sober anyway."

"I'm not drunk," she announced confidently. She almost sounded convincing. 

She sat up suddenly and threw her arms around his neck, leaving him stunned once 

more. She looked directly into his eyes and gave him a rather direct, piercing 
blue-eyed 
stare. 

"Darien…."

"Uh… yeah?"

"You're an asshole."

"I know."

"And now that we've got that clear…." She gave him a hard shove so he fell 
backwards and she quickly took advantage, straddling his waist. "I can't believe 
you think 
I'm drunk! Do I look drunk to you?" She waved her hands in the air, like an 
overdramatic 
opera singer. She couldn't possibly want him to answer that…. then again she 
wasn't entirely 
drunk; she was deranged and just a bit high…. maybe a lot.

"Of all the rude and insulting things you've said and done this takes the cake! 
You're 
refusing me based on the fact that you think I'm drunk. You drag me out of the 
middle of a 
party, dump me on your bed, promise me a decent ravishing and then you have the 
gall to go 
back on your promise. Well I'm not letting you off that easy! I did not spend 
the last two 
years lusting after your ass to give up now that I have you alone in a room!"

Darien's eyes went wide. This had to be the strangest night of his life. He was 
being 
straddled by a gorgeous blonde who desperately wanted him and had just admitted 
to 
returning the same feelings he'd had for over a year now. If only she hadn't 
eaten those 
brownies, he wouldn't have to consider the ethical ramifications of the 
situation.

He didn't have too much time to think more on the subject because she suddenly 
pressed her lips to his. Resistance was futile as his brain quickly turned to 
mush. He did the 
only thing he could. He kissed her back. 

Of course she had to taste like heaven. She couldn't taste like spinach or 
onions she 
had to taste sweeter than life itself. His brain migrated to lower elevations. 

It was only when he felt her small hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirt 
and 
rubbing the skin beneath that he finally came to his senses. He rolled over, 
taking her body 
with him so that he was now straddling her. 

"What do you think you're doing Serena?" She grinned mischievously.

"Well if you're not going to ravish me, I figured I would have to ravish you!" 
She 
seemed quite pleased with herself for having thought of it.

He sighed in frustration. Why did he have to have morals? 

"Serena," he began calmly, "Do you have any idea what was in those brownies Paul 

gave you?"

"Chocolate of course and eggs I guess. Brownies have eggs right?" She seemed 
deep 
in thought. He rolled off her. "I think they had nuts too and chocolate chips. 
It was really, 
really good…"

"Serena!" he snapped. 

"Yeah?"

"They had weed in them and god only knows what else!"

"Weed? What kind of weed? She didn't seem the least bit concerned or 
comprehending.

"The illegal kind." She really was frustrating no matter how cute she was. This 
was a 
girl built to drive a man crazy in more ways than one. "I can't"…. he searched 
for a tactful 
word to replace 'ravish'. "I can't make love to you (was that even better?) 
tonight. You might 
regret it tomorrow when you're more yourself. It's not because I don't want you, 
believe me, 
I do, but it wouldn't be right."

"If you still feel this way tomorrow…." He added, crossing his mental fingers, 
hoping and praying this wasn't a sick delusion and that she really did want him. 


Serena sighed but seemed to accept his words. She seemed pretty calm about her 
first 
and hopefully last drug experience. "What if we wait a little bit until I'm more 
myself and 
then maybe I'll be more…sober ok?" Darien was stunned. Was she actually being 
reasonable?

He rolled off her and lay on his back next to her. They lay side by side for a 
few 
minutes but for some reason he didn't feel like he'd really won. Technically he 
hadn't gotten 
what he'd really wanted. Suddenly she sat up. She pulled the rest of her shirt 
over her head 
and removed her bra. In one swift motion she straddled him again. 

"I'm feeling much better now Darien!" she announced triumphantly. Darien stared, 

wide-eyed his mouth hanging wide open as he ogled her perfect bare breasts. It 
was going to 
be an interesting night!



It seemed there was no changing her mind. She was determined to have him with or 

without his consent. She was going to ravish him and she was going to use those 
two perfect, 
perky, pink-nippled orbs to help her do it. 

Serena leaned over him and captured his mouth with her own. Any hope or dream of 

resistance flew right out of his head right then. Nothing could have diverted 
her from her 
new mission just then, as she planted these butterfly kisses all long his neck 
and jaw line 
before returning her attention to his mouth, taking over with so much skill he 
wondered 
how, after being kissed so many times, did this seems so new, exciting, and hot. 
With her 
bare, soft, breasts pressed intimately against his chest and her legs straddling 
his hips he 
realized that she was in control and reasoning with her was pointless. He'd just 
have to 
remind her that this was all her fault tomorrow…not that he was really minding 
too much 
right then. 

She was good; he'd definitely give her that. In fact that was quite the 
understatement. She was absolutely amazing. She had his pants off in record time 
and to 
think he thought himself to be a pro at this. He'd have to make sure she ravaged 
him every 
night after this. He groaned as her soft skin came in contact with his hardness.

He wasn't about to let her have all the fun however and he rolled her over unto 
her 
back making equally short work of removing the rest of her clothing. Paul was 
definitely 
right. She was hot. He wanted a taste of every inch of her perfection and he 
made it a point 
until she was screaming in ecstasy, begging for him to stop. 

As if she had read his mind, and captured his desires, she gladly returned the 
favor. 
The feel of her tongue on his body was… like reaching nirvana. Her hands seemed 
to be 
everywhere at once and every sweet inch of her body was nothing short of 
mind-blowing. 
And just when the fireworks exploded with him buried so deep inside her newly 
breached 
warmth that he never wanted to leave her ever; and he was so sure she'd consumed 
him, the 
bedroom door swung open and there stood Paul grinning like a damn fool. He 
didn't stick 
around too long having embarrassed them both thoroughly with his sudden 
appearance, but 
before the door closed he could hear him yell down the hallway.

" Yo guys! Guess who's getting laid?"

Darien wasn't sure whether to kill him or thank him… for the brownies anyway.

Not too long after he had rid her of her innocence, a debatable term considering 
the 
events preceding their explosive fusion, he heard her let out a deep satisfied 
sigh. 

"Do you think I'm sober now?" she asked. 

"I don't know and quite frankly, I wouldn't mind if you were never sober again!"

"So how would you like to be ravished again?"

Darien groaned. She really was something else. "I've been ravished twice 
already, let 
me recover." Somehow the word didn't seem so inappropriate now. This was beyond 
sex. It 
was way beyond anything in his realm of experience, which he'd suddenly decided 
was not 
nearly enough to keep up with her demands. 

"I know I'm not quite myself but I'm sure I'll enjoy this even more when I'm 
sober." 
She was grinning like a satiated fool.

"You think so huh?" Darien asked, mischievously. He had a feeling she knew 
exactly 
what she was doing. The brownies and alcohol had helped but he had this feeling 
she was 
very much in control…. in a manner of speaking. He wondered how embarrassed 
she'd be 
when she recalled her strip tease in a few more hours and he had a feeling she 
would 
remember…in great detail. 

"I know so." She replied confidently. A few moments later she spoke again. 

"Darien?"

"Yes Serena?"

"I know you probably think I'm not in my right mind right now but what would 
you say if I told you I think I'm in love with you?"

Darien was stumped. He knew she was definitely still high now. She would have 
been, much like himself, too embarrassed to ever say anything of the sort while 
she was 
sober. He didn't doubt the veracity of the statement, however.

"I'd say it makes me more of a fool for not having said it first." Had he the 
strength 
to get up or even roll over he might have seen the huge smile spreading across 
her face.

"It's alright. You're excused she replied. I'm high remember, I bet I've said a 
lot of 
things tonight."

He smiled at that. For another few moments they simply lay there, staring at the 

blank ceiling until she finally broke the silence.

"So…. have you recovered yet?"




"Hey Serena! Hold up a sec!" 

Serena turned around to see Lita running down the street trying to catch up with 

her. She stopped and waited for the tall brunette to finally arrive. 

Without even a hi, hello, or what's up, Lita launched into her apology. "I'm 
sooooo 
sorry about last night Serena. Could you ever forgive me? I didn't mean to ditch 
you its just 
that well Jason…well you know…well, really you don't because as it turns out he 
was a real 
jerk and after I punched him out I finally came to find you but I couldn't and 
how did you 
get home? Are you ok? Did you have fun? What happened?" It seemed a good while 
before 
she remembered to breathe.

"It was good," Serena replied calmly. "You know, the usual. I drank too much, 
had 
some pott brownies, got high, did a strip show, lost my virginity…" You know, 
the usual 
stuff." Serena just kept walking not even paying attention to her friend whose 
face seemed 
stuck in wide-eyed expression with a mouth so wide-open she seemed to be trying 
to catch 
flies. 

"Oh and by the way, I can't hang out later today, Darien's picking me up."


The End

I'd hate for anyone to think I condone or participate in the use of controlled 
and/or illegal substances. I don't even drink. While this fanfic shows the more 
humorous sides of what could happen when under the influence (and not very 
realistically I might add) its merely fantasy. The reality of what can actually 
occur is not only embarrassing (those who've watched drunks make asses of 
themselves know what I mean) and dangerous (like the guy who while drunk 
whittled a guitar in the nude, slipped and cut off a certain vital (to him 
anyway) body part). 




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