Darien knew the feelings rushing through his veins - he'd been through cases of infatuation before and knew how overwhelming physical desire could seem - but he too felt as if he was drowning in something he didn't understand at all. Previous desires had been like warm summer days compared to the raging storm he felt now - and with Serena of all people! - a girl he wasn't even sure he liked that much! Darien felt himself shaking inside as he pulled her unresisting, innocent body closer to his, so they stood joined as close as he could get her, legs interlocked, hip to hip with her face nestled into his shoulder within his imprisoning arms. A powerful surge ripped through Darien as he cradled her, something wild and sweet and out of control - and somehow familiar. He tilted his head to kiss her, a small voice whispering nearly unheard under his overwhelming desire . .'o be careful, be gentle, don't scare her now . . . .' Serena's eyes fluttered closed instinctively as Darien leaned in, and his first kisses reminded her of butterflies, light and quivering. He barely brushed her mouth again and again, teasing her lips until they felt tight and swollen. She held as still as she could, afraid that to move would make him stop. She trembled with the fragile feeling, so achingly pure for her. Slowly Darien pulled away from her sweet intoxicating lips and blinked carefully, trying mightily to stop before things went too far, knowing that it might already be too late. Serena was immoveable and nearly unbreathing in his arms, face flushed and her eyes fluttering open with that unnameable something in her eyes that he felt in himself. Darien groaned nearly inaudibly as at that look he felt himself losing his grip of control. He pulled her in tighter, lifting her on her toes so that she had to balance against him and this time kissed her with the full power of his desire. He overwhelmed her, and she didn't think, didn't want, to protest. She wrapped herself against him as he ravished her tongue over and over again, his now demanding kisses making her feel as if she was filled with honey, warm and golden for him to taste at will. She felt as if he was going to consume her in flames, and she opened herself unthinkingly to his wordless demands. Dimly she heard herself making small sounds of pleasure but totally unable to stop. She couldn't get close enough to him. An impatient hand threaded itself into her hair at the base of her neck and his kisses moderated into something slightly less bruising, longer and sweeter. Unconsciously she had wormed her hands under his jacket, his back warm and taut under her sensitive fingertips. Serena fell into the rhythm of his kisses and tentatively began to respond, no longer quite the naive girl she had been only minutes before. Darien groaned in appreciation as she started to twist in his arms, pressing herself against him, her small tongue licking his lips, pearl teeth nipping at his throat and jaw, her trembling limbs betraying the state of her desire. Darien let himself become bolder as Serena encouraged his advances, his hands running over her curves, lightly cupping her breasts through the thin fabric, the hard nipples thrusting against his palm as he lingered over them. Her tongue plunged into his mouth demandingly and he felt himself growing harder than he ever thought possible. Her soft belly curved against his erection and he felt as if he was going to burst if he didn't find release soon. An image of Serena naked underneath him in his bed, making those little noises in earnest flashed through his mind - Darien groaned loudly at the eroticism he felt. It was the sound of his own voice, raw with need that shocked him back to a moment of crystal clarity of what he was doing - namely driving himself crazy with lust over a girl of fifteen. Somehow, he dragged his lips away from hers, and pushed her to arms length, breathing roughly and trying to get himself under some semblance of control so he could apologize.