Late Nights (Naia)

[Darien]

'shes kissing back!'

'Do i pull away?'

'Does she want to?'

'Shes kissing back!'

Dariens thoughts swirled, his thinking bent around the kiss they were sharing. He was more than happy he did it, and he could tell she was enjoying it as much as he was. It was perfect, just the way he wanted it to be. His hands went to her waist, hoisting her up as though she weighed nothing and placing him on top of her, continuing to kiss her. He didn't mean to make it as though he were suggesting anything, it was just an incredible turn on for him, as he found out just then, when she sat on top, straddling him and kissing him. His left hand was on her waist, the right came up to the side of her head and neck as they continued kissing.

He couldn't believe himself.

This wasn't like Darien at all, who was usually slow as far as things of that nature were concerned. Yet he found himself hopelessly attracted to this girl who sat on top of him, kissing him tenderly. His hands were soft, yet also not, since he did work with his hands and used them a lot. They were said to be the perfect ones, not to the point where you thought it was sandpaper, but not play dough either. A perfect medium.

He opened his eyes as he pulled away, they're lips an inch or two apart, as he caught his breath. He studied her face intently, his eyes showing the passion he felt so intensely.

[Naia]

Naia allowed him to pull her onto his lap, it made kissing him much easier. The girl was surprised at this pleasant turn of events. In the woods he had pulled his hand from hers and blushed and the brushing of them, but now he was pulling her onto his lap. Definitaly a turn for the better.

She felt his hand move from behind her waist and when it brushed against her neck and the side of her face, Naia skin rose in little bumps. His hand, she had noticed earlier while holding it, was the perfect roughness. It was exactly what a man's hand should be, in her opinion. Any softer and she would have wondered if he knew what hard work meant, any rougher and she would have handed him a pumice stone.

The sensation of it on her face, though, was something all together wonderful and new. Her own hand slid to his back. Her delicate fingers made their way up his spine to rest at the nape of his neck.

Opening her mouth as she had done to receive his breath, Naia's soft pink tongue left her mouth, gently pushing its way past his lips. The girl was surprised with herself, she had never expected to be so forward, yet somehow she knew what to do. It was like instict. Perhaps every girl knew what to do, deep down, Naia really had no idea.

Her hand traced its way down his spine again, then back to the nape of his neck. Naia could feel his heart race, matching her own.

[Darien]

Darien gasped as her hand found they're way up his back to his neck. His own hand slid from her wait to under the back of her shirt, trailing little circles up her spine as he continued to kiss her. He sort of curled fingers that were up the back of her shirt, raking down with his fingers without scratching the fingernails or making it hurt, it was purely for pleasure. He rolled over so he was on top, reaching down with his right hand and slowly scaling the outside of her thigh, feeling the muscle under his sweatpants.

Then, he heard a knock at the door.

He pulled away, looking down at Naia, leaning in quickly and stealing another quick kiss as he rushed up to answer the door. He pulled it open, casting a quick glance back to her and offering a smile.

He turned back to the person who was there, noticing a menacing fist flying toward his face. He ducked, jumping back and noticing the three men outside, barging in and laughing as they pulled out guns, pointing them at both Darien and Naia.

"I'm sorry, did we interrupt?" The leader who threw the punch said.

"Too bad you wont have time to let that thing in your pants finish what your mouth started." He waved the gun toward the door.

"Both of you, out the door, now."

[Naia]

Naia's skin crawled with sensation as Darien's hand gently moved down the soft skin of her back, scratching but not scratching. She wanted to get away from the feeling, yet she wanted to push her back into it. The mixture of emotions caused Naia to press herself against him harder, though his hand stayed against her back.

Laying back and flipping, Naia's legs lifted up so that her knees were at his wasit, the boy's hand tracing her thigh. Though she didn't want to stop, the girl knew that things shouldn't go much farther, after all, they had only met earlier that night.

Saved (sort of) by a knock at the door, the girl suddenly realized that she didn't want Darien to stop. He had been so warm and had felt so good where he was, that she was sad when he climbed off of her and off of the bed to go answer the door. The kiss and smile were a slight solace, so Naia smiled back at him like a fox eyeing a chicken.

Leaning back, her long hair nestled around her head in soft black waves. She closed her eyes and sighed. They shot open, though, when she heard the demanding voice. She climbed off of the bed calmly and stood firmly beside Darien. She didn't know who these people were, but Naia didn't think they had a right to just barge in like they were doing.

Ordered outside, she didn't let the smile on her face show. Her viper was waiting out there, and she could call it and many others to her aid if she needed. Looking up at Darien, Naia took his hand and offered him a reassuring smile. For some reason, she wasn't afraid.

[Darien]

Darien looked to the men, then back at naia, a blank expression on his face. He went out first, naia following behind, and while the men were still inside and unable to see him, he split himself in two, the real Darien hiding around the corner from the door while the clone continued to walk down the steps. At the bottom, The clone turned around, and spoke.

"Look, i know what this is about. If your going to kill me, then kill me, but please, let the girl go. I'll die willingly, but you have to let her go." The men laughed, then, with a sudden movement, but a bullet between his eyes. He dropped like a rock, then they laughed again.

"As if" one said, then they turned they're guns on Naia.

"Say hello to the kid for me, since i know you're an expensive whore and he will be waiting for ya." The fellow put tension on the trigger, then, a man got out of the car near them.

"Leave her. Our business here is done. Who cares what she tells them. Get in the car. We're leaving." The man was completely wrapped up in bandages, but his eyes shown with glittering, malicious intent. Darien looked down from his hiding spot, and stared blankly at the man.

He could never forget those eyes.

The man and his cronies left, leaving naia and the fake darien there as they drove away. Naia didn't see his cloning of himself, so just in case she was freaking out, he sucked the body back into his own, disappearing from where it lay. Darien, after a few moments pause to gather himself, walked down the steps to where naia waited.

((sorry if this sucks...im just...mehish))

[Naia]

"Look, i know what this is about. If your going to kill me, then kill me, but please, let the girl go. I'll die willingly, but you have to let her go." Naia stared at Darien as he spoke. He was trying to sacrifice himself for her and she couldn't help but smile in spite of the situation. Wiping away the smile quickly, she wondered what was going to happen to them.

Naia could easily call all the snakes to her right now, but she did not know if the guns would outmatch them. A gunshot brought her back to reality, and the Indian girl realized that Darien had just been shot. Staring at his body, her throat clenched and she suddenly realized how helpless she was. These men should not be doing this, they had no right.

"Say hello to the kid for me, since i know you're an expensive whore and he will be waiting for ya." Her eyes narrowed and she lifted her chin. This man would come back as a cockroach, she was sure of it.

Before she was killed, though, a man in bandages stopped them. The men left her standing there, Darien's dead body at her feet. Once the car had driven off, she turned teary eyes to the body. She didn't know what to do, couldn't make a sound. Her throat had clenched and she truly felt that if she were to die right now, she wouldn't notice.

Shrieking and jumping back, Naia was startled by a whoosh. The body had been swept off and her eyes widened as she realized where. Running over to Darien, she threw herself in his arms. "I thought I'd lost you." She said softly.

[Darien]

Andrew smiled when her arms wrapped around his waist. His own enclosed around her gently, hugging her to him. He brought up a hand to turn her chin up, so she would be looking directly into his eyes. He smiled.

"Don't you know? Your stuck with me now, naia. I cant be lost." He leaned it and pressed his lips to hers softly, his hand going back up to her cheek. His thoughts swirled as he kissed her, lost in a girl he had met the same day. He pulled back after the kiss and smiled, then looked down the road to the men who had sped away. How did he manage to stay alive? He had checked the mans heartbeat. He was dead. Now, after looking down from the balcony above he realized that Micheal Stratton was very, VERY much alive.

Darien considered the possibility of letting it go. Of just living the rest of his life without ever having to worry about the mans friends and family looking out for him. Still, it couldn't hurt to find out how the man had gotten inside. The AI core monitored everything, so thats where he would start. He looked down at Naia.

"Ive got some things i need to find out, questions that need answering. Ill walk you back to your dorm if you want. I don't want you in any more danger." He didn't know what he could do, but he had to try.

He would take Naia by the hand and walk her to the dorm, so long as she didn't put up a fight.

[Naia]

"Don't you know? Your stuck with me now, naia. I cant be lost." The girl smiled against him and remained silent. Leaning up farther, she gladly accepted his kiss and added a passion to it that the girl hadn't expected. She smiled against his lips and the kiss ended. Darien seemed lost in thought, so she went back to pressing herself against him as hard as she could, so happy that he was alive.

"Ive got some things I need to find out, questions that need answering. Ill walk you back to your dorm if you want. I don't want you in any more danger." Naia smiled and rubbed his back. "I would love for you to walk me back." Heading for the girl's dorms, Naia leaned her head against his side. She had a lot of things to think about, things she had learned about herself.

The girl had learned that she was not afraid in the face of death, that she knew how to kiss, and that she was calm in almost any situation. She now had to research more about women in India, hopefully she would find some sort of link.

Reaching the dorm, Naia wrapped herself around Darien and kissed him passionately. She also had to figure out why those men had tried to kill them. "Let's talk later." Kissing him again, she lifted her clothing and MAC from the floor. A few snakes had pitched in to bring them back. Not able to help herself, she kissed him again and slipped through the door. Walking down the hall and into her room, the girl flopped onto her bed and smiled. It had been a very interesting night.

[Darien]

Darien smiled as he walked her back to her dorm, kissing her with a vigor once more. He remembered the sadness on her face when she had thought him dead. The tears creeping up into her eyes. He didnt want that for her. Not again. After her dorm closed. He made his way toward the tower, intent on his answers, when he stopped, changed his mind and went back to his dorm. He was tired, and angry. His thoughts and questions would have to be answered tomorrow, since its never good to do the things he planned without some sleep.

He didnt go back to Naia, knowing she, too needed her sleep. He entered his dorm, sighing at the interesting events that went on that night.

Tomorrow would only be better.

He would make sure of that.

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