Her giggles halted abruptly as she saw his eyes looking down on 
her so seriously. So full of love and desire and... and... lust? On 
instinct, Serena raised her hands to his shoulders. Wetting her lips 
slightly, her eyes drifted close as she realized exactly what was going 
on. 'He's going to kiss me... Darien's going to... this can't be happening, 
I mean, it's impossible... but it is... Oh God, if this is a dream, never, 
ever let me wake up...'
	Darien's lips were so close to her, not even an inch more. Her 
eyes were closed, her lips were parted... so slightly. 'She looks so 
vulnerable... innocent... beautiful...'
	Serena felt his warm breath tickling her lips, his arms holding 
her as if she were lying on the air, only the toes of her shoes 
brushing the ground. His strong arms were wrapped around her tightly, 
possessively, and yet with such a gentleness, as if she were made of 
glass. With one hand on her lower back and the other nestled in the 
crook between shoulder blade and neck, it was as if he were claiming 
her for his, always and forever. 
	'A first kiss, in a rose garden, under the moonlight... how 
perfect...' she thought. A small, absentminded giggle and sigh left her 
mouth just before Darien's lips caught onto hers. 
	A roaring electricity flowed through their veins. Serena's arms 
reached behind his back and grasped onto him as she felt her entire 
body go limp beneath him. Her lips tingled with the gentle, caressing 
kisses, slowly deepening. Darien felt the girl in his arms become light 
as a feather and all thoughts pass away. The sudden crashing of heaven 
upon him nearly made him drop the angel, though he held on tight. He 
could feel her hands roaming over his shoulders and back, before 
settling upon the black hair at the nape of his neck. His lips began 
grabbing for more of her taste, aching for the delights sending shivers 
speeding down his spine. As if she was a drug, he only desired more. 
	Serena felt his lips urging hers apart, slowly coaxing her to 
open her lips to his assault. Slowly, her lips parted and she gasped at 
the feeling of his tongue slowly entering her mouth, tasting her, 
playing with her. And then she groaned at the incredible sensations. 
	Her mind drifted to a few moments ago when she had thought his 
touch was doing things to her, and now his kisses were burning deep 
into her soul. Her mind drifted to the dance, briefly forgotten. 'Who 
cares about the Valentine's Dance? Can't we just stay here the rest of 
the night?' she thought, his kisses blanking out any further 
reflection.

	Darien heard her groan beneath him, and at first, it only 
caused him to deepen the kiss even further, though he knew he was 
probably bruising her sweet lips by now. And that's when he began 
to reassert himself.