Frozen(50)

I closed my eyes and smiled.

"What?"

"Your fourteenth birthday. You were out with Daryl Maine. I knew he fancied you so I told him that you were a lesbian, and he wouldn't kiss you because of it. You drank your da's whiskey out of anger at me and got shitfaced. I had to mind you for a few hours until you sobered up so I could bring you home and you could go to sleep."

I surprisingly burst out laughing. "I actually remember that."

It was one of my best memories.

Darcy gave me a little squeeze. "I brought you down to the river and we sat there for hours just throwing stones into the water, seeing who could out skip who. We didn't fight or curse at one another - we forgot we hated each other and just had fun hanging out together. Just like we did when we were little."

My heart swelled and my eyes watered.

"I miss those times," I admitted.

Darcy was silent for a moment before he said, "Me too."

I turned and looked up at Darcy who was already staring down at me.

"Tell me no," Darcy said as he lowered his head to mine.

My heart began to pound against my chest.

"What?" I whispered.

Darcy licked his trembling lips. "Tell me no. I'll kiss you if you don't."

His warning fell on deaf ears.

"Darcy, before I answer you, will you tell me something?"

He blinked. "Yeah?"

The conversation we had the other day was sitting on my mind, and I just had to ask the question that had been bugging me.

"What did you mean when you said I should take you calling me the opposite of Laura Stokes as a compliment and not an insult."

Darcy stared into my eyes, the corners of his eyes lightly crinkled as a smile curved his lips. "Laura, in her own right is sexy, but you... you my Neala Girl are beautiful. Anyone can be sexy, but not everyone can be beautiful."

Oh, my.

My stomach exploded into butterflies and tingles shot up and down my spine.

"Yes," I breathed.

Darcy swallowed. "Yes what?"

"Yes, I want you to kiss me."

I felt Darcy's body shake as he lowered his mouth to mine.

"Don't be scared," I whispered seconds before his lips touched mine.





I opened up all my senses to Darcy.

I could feel him, taste him, hear him, smell him, and see him.

I wanted him.

All of him.

I lifted my arms and slid them around Darcy's shoulders until I clasped my hands together behind his neck. I pulled his head closer to mine until our faces were pressed against one another. I opened my mouth and welcomed Darcy's warm, wet tongue into my mouth. I mimicked his actions with my mouth and tongue. After a long moment I switched things up by nibbling on his lower lip with my teeth and I could tell he liked it because he growled.

Darcy has growled at me enough over the years for me to decipher whether it was a good or bad growl, and this growl was good.

Very good.

I groaned when his arms came around my back and he hosted me up onto his lap. I moved my left leg and turned my body until I was straddling him. Straddling Darcy turned out to not be the best option, because the longer and harder I kissed him, the more a pulsing ache grew between my thighs. I moved my hands away from Darcy to the back of the couch where I gripped it.

"Neala," Darcy breathed against my mouth.

He pulled away from my mouth and kissed along my jaw and down to my neck. He nuzzled my neck for a moment then kissed the spot just under my ear, and it caused me to buck against him. I groaned out loud, and this caused Darcy to latch onto my neck and suck.

"Darcy!" I cried and ground my pelvis against his.

What the hell was going on me with me?

I was acting like a wild animal.

Get some self-control, woman!

It was extremity difficult though because it felt like I couldn't control myself, and that I had to have Darcy in every way possible.

"Neala Girl," Darcy murmured onto my neck.

I moaned in response and pushed my neck back toward his mouth, making him chuckle.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

I pulled back and growled at him, "If you stop touching me, we'll have a problem."

Darcy blinked at me. "I've never seen this side to you before... It's sexy as fuck."

I grinned. "Not beautiful?"

Darcy reached up and brushed his thumb over my cheek. "You're always beautiful, but baby, you're proving you can be sexy, too."

Baby.

I liked that.

I looked at Darcy and swallowed.

I felt like I was floating only to smack down hard on the concrete. This was Darcy, my Darcy. I loved him a long time ago, and I hated him for years, but I've also had an odd attraction to him for years that solidified into a crush over the past few days. I never realised it, but Darcy was someone who was constantly on my mind, and seeing him made my day - even if it was just going to be filled with the pair of us arguing.