As of Yet Untitled
Epilogue
By: Karisma
Rated: PG-13
Genre: Alt, Romance
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April 2001
Revisions are grand are they not? Reread if you wish. :)
Mrs. Darien Sandborn sat in the deep, rather largely build octagon tub
of her newly acquired house. Slowly moving the bubbles to and fro with
a languid hand, she rested her bare neck against the cushion behind her
and breathed in the fragrance of aromatherapy candles.
This day had been a trying one, filled with meetings and errands
and fussy clients. But it was over, for her at least. Mr. Sandborn was
stuck at the office and would be for the remainder of the evening.
Sighing with regret, she lifted one sud-covered arm to the wooden shelf
sticking out of the wall of the spacious bathroom. Carefully pouring
more lavender in the water, she wiggled her toes contently.
The shrill cry of the phone prevented her transitory dozing. She
cautiously answered it with a damp hand, bringing it to her ear with
the hope that it wasn't her assistant with more problems.
"Serena?" Came a deep voice that never stopped sending warm tingles
down her spine even after one year of marriage.
"Hello, Mr. Sandborn." She teased formally, her voice remaining
cordial. "What may I do for you?"
He chuckled deeply before answering. "I left the Jacobson case in
the den, could you find it and tell me what the figures are for the
budget?"
"Sure." Pressing the phone to her ear with one hand and reaching
behind her for a fluffy white towel that she knew was on the golden
rack, Serena grasped around, curious when she turned up empty-handed.
Turning her head slightly, she caught sight of her husband in the
doorway. One hand was holding a small, black cell phone and the other
was dangling her missing towel. He cocked one eyebrow at her, his mouth
quirking upward.
"I'll call you back," she said into the phone, her eyes riveted on
the man two steps down in the split-level style bathroom. "The guy I'm
having an affair with is here." Clicking the phone off and placing it
down blindly, she rested her head back as Darien walked closer to her.
"Affair, huh?" He deadpanned, his silver blue eyes dancing in
amusement. "Should I be jealous?"
"Very." She admonished, smiling as he shrugged off his jacket and
rolled up his sleeves, crouching by her "He's very handsome."
"And smart?" Darien grinned, looking quite the picture of
boastfulness as he looked down at her (they had opted to have a tub
built into the ground level of their home).
She pretended to ponder it. "Not especially," she finally decided,
her tone innocent while she played with the midnight blue tie she had
bought him recently.
He shot her a wounded look. "I'll have you know my IQ—" he broke
off unexpectedly because his wife had yanked his tie down to kiss her.
One more tug had him soaked in the over-sized tub with her.
He looked at her with mock reproach. "This suit cost more than your
engagement ring." The horrified look she instinctively threw down to
her small left hand had him laughing as he pulled her to him. He
nuzzled her bare neck, playing with the soft tendrils of hair that had
escaped from the clip she had pulled it up in.
"That's okay," Serena retaliated, wrapping her arms around his
back, feeling the thin material cling to his well defined muscles skin.
"Yours is actually plastic—I just spray-painted it gold. I figured 'why
spend all that money?'"
He let out a mock angry growl, nipping her ear in sweet revenge.
She sighed blissfully, her eyes closed as he sipped the damp skin of
her shoulder with tiny kisses. "You know," she mused dreamily, "I never
thought I'd marry one of the Terrible Two."
Darien, still engrossed in the task of seducing his wife, mumbled
against her skin distractedly, "Terrible who?"
"You and Andrew. That was my nickname for you in my Diary."
"You kept a diary about me?"
She snorted. "It wasn't all about you. You just happened to be an
integral part of my life during those summers." The way she said
'integral' made Darien think back to all those months at their
summerhouse, where he had incessantly teased her.
"I remember that night in the kitchen," he said solemnly, bringing
his head up to meet hers in a quick kiss.
"You do?" She said, obviously surprised.
He went back to her jaw line and the task at hand. "Of course. It's
hard to forget the horniest night of an eighteen year old's life!"
She swatted his strong shoulder to no avail and blushed beautifully.
His lips stilled and he pulled back long enough to stare at her
face, memorizing every perfect feature. Reverently pushing back a short
strand of hair from her cheek, he finally spoke. "I love you."
"I love you too." Serena smiled softly, her eyes heavy lidded.
"How much?" He cocked one dark brow at her lasciviously, reaching
for her again.
Serena laughingly squealed, batting his hands away. "Golly, Darien.
I don't know. I might get my hair wet."
Growling, he pinned her arms down and kissed her. And then there was
the only the euphonious sound of gently lapping water.
Epilogue
By: Karisma
Rated: PG-13
Genre: Alt, Romance
www.geocities.com/karismafanfic
[email protected]
Standard Disclaimers Apply
April 2001
Revisions are grand are they not? Reread if you wish. :)
Mrs. Darien Sandborn sat in the deep, rather largely build octagon tub
of her newly acquired house. Slowly moving the bubbles to and fro with
a languid hand, she rested her bare neck against the cushion behind her
and breathed in the fragrance of aromatherapy candles.
This day had been a trying one, filled with meetings and errands
and fussy clients. But it was over, for her at least. Mr. Sandborn was
stuck at the office and would be for the remainder of the evening.
Sighing with regret, she lifted one sud-covered arm to the wooden shelf
sticking out of the wall of the spacious bathroom. Carefully pouring
more lavender in the water, she wiggled her toes contently.
The shrill cry of the phone prevented her transitory dozing. She
cautiously answered it with a damp hand, bringing it to her ear with
the hope that it wasn't her assistant with more problems.
"Serena?" Came a deep voice that never stopped sending warm tingles
down her spine even after one year of marriage.
"Hello, Mr. Sandborn." She teased formally, her voice remaining
cordial. "What may I do for you?"
He chuckled deeply before answering. "I left the Jacobson case in
the den, could you find it and tell me what the figures are for the
budget?"
"Sure." Pressing the phone to her ear with one hand and reaching
behind her for a fluffy white towel that she knew was on the golden
rack, Serena grasped around, curious when she turned up empty-handed.
Turning her head slightly, she caught sight of her husband in the
doorway. One hand was holding a small, black cell phone and the other
was dangling her missing towel. He cocked one eyebrow at her, his mouth
quirking upward.
"I'll call you back," she said into the phone, her eyes riveted on
the man two steps down in the split-level style bathroom. "The guy I'm
having an affair with is here." Clicking the phone off and placing it
down blindly, she rested her head back as Darien walked closer to her.
"Affair, huh?" He deadpanned, his silver blue eyes dancing in
amusement. "Should I be jealous?"
"Very." She admonished, smiling as he shrugged off his jacket and
rolled up his sleeves, crouching by her "He's very handsome."
"And smart?" Darien grinned, looking quite the picture of
boastfulness as he looked down at her (they had opted to have a tub
built into the ground level of their home).
She pretended to ponder it. "Not especially," she finally decided,
her tone innocent while she played with the midnight blue tie she had
bought him recently.
He shot her a wounded look. "I'll have you know my IQ—" he broke
off unexpectedly because his wife had yanked his tie down to kiss her.
One more tug had him soaked in the over-sized tub with her.
He looked at her with mock reproach. "This suit cost more than your
engagement ring." The horrified look she instinctively threw down to
her small left hand had him laughing as he pulled her to him. He
nuzzled her bare neck, playing with the soft tendrils of hair that had
escaped from the clip she had pulled it up in.
"That's okay," Serena retaliated, wrapping her arms around his
back, feeling the thin material cling to his well defined muscles skin.
"Yours is actually plastic—I just spray-painted it gold. I figured 'why
spend all that money?'"
He let out a mock angry growl, nipping her ear in sweet revenge.
She sighed blissfully, her eyes closed as he sipped the damp skin of
her shoulder with tiny kisses. "You know," she mused dreamily, "I never
thought I'd marry one of the Terrible Two."
Darien, still engrossed in the task of seducing his wife, mumbled
against her skin distractedly, "Terrible who?"
"You and Andrew. That was my nickname for you in my Diary."
"You kept a diary about me?"
She snorted. "It wasn't all about you. You just happened to be an
integral part of my life during those summers." The way she said
'integral' made Darien think back to all those months at their
summerhouse, where he had incessantly teased her.
"I remember that night in the kitchen," he said solemnly, bringing
his head up to meet hers in a quick kiss.
"You do?" She said, obviously surprised.
He went back to her jaw line and the task at hand. "Of course. It's
hard to forget the horniest night of an eighteen year old's life!"
She swatted his strong shoulder to no avail and blushed beautifully.
His lips stilled and he pulled back long enough to stare at her
face, memorizing every perfect feature. Reverently pushing back a short
strand of hair from her cheek, he finally spoke. "I love you."
"I love you too." Serena smiled softly, her eyes heavy lidded.
"How much?" He cocked one dark brow at her lasciviously, reaching
for her again.
Serena laughingly squealed, batting his hands away. "Golly, Darien.
I don't know. I might get my hair wet."
Growling, he pinned her arms down and kissed her. And then there was
the only the euphonious sound of gently lapping water.