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"Serena please?" I refuse to admit I was whining and getting absolutely no where.

"I am not getting out of the car, I am certainly not going up to your apartment again anytime this century."

"Please Serena, I just want to have a private, civilized conversation." And rip you cloths off... which I'm assuming you don't want done in public. No. Bad Darien, don't even think it, with my luck I just might end up saying it! We are however in a relatively private and enclosed space. There's not enough room to maneuver for a proper swing. She could slap me again, but I'd still be conscious... and I probably deserve a couple of slaps for everything I've been thinking about her lately.

"Earth to moron! What exactly are you thinking?" Serena demanded suspiciously and I noticed she was leaning in closer to get a good look at my face. Well that suited me just fine.

"No, no no no. Don't even think it." She was already fumbling for the seatbelt with one hand and the door latch with the other. Well that was one way to get her out of the car. Up to my apartment should be relatively simple in comparison. If she'd looked at my face just then she might have realized she was safer in the car. I leapt from the car almost the same instant she did and slammed the door darting over to her side and hoisting her over my shoulder. I was going to be bruised in the morning. Having anticipated this possibility I'd already bribed the super for the key to the service elevator. It wouldn't do for my neighbors to see me carrying a kicking and screaming girl who was practically jailbait to my apartment. I can see it all now.

"Hello Mrs. Saito, lovely day isn't it? The 7th floor right? What girl?" Jail or looney bin lay in that direction. So service elevator it was, and a quick dash down the hall to my apartment hoping no one hear Serena screaming that I was a 'fucking moron... goddamned cave man,' and that she 'wasn't a sack of potatoes for fuck sake!' Or if they did hear her, and I didn't see how they couldn't, they just thought it was your run of the mill couple fight. I was trying to distract myself from the felling of Serena's shapely ass under my hand by counting the number of times she cursed. I think this was a record.

I stopped inside my apartment breathing hard and fighting an internal war.

"Damn it stop stroking my ass!" Was what galvanized me into movement, and the realization that my thumb was indeed caressing her ass and it was only going to piss her off and make thinking much harder. I dumped her on the couch and tried not to notice how high her skirt had slipped up her thigh, or that her panties were almost the same intoxicating blue as her eyes. I spun away as she hastily tugged down her skirt and tried not to wonder if her bra matched the panties. I really needed to just stop thinking entirely. Maybe I should let her punch me out, but only if I manage to fall so I'm blocking the door... Is it just me or do I really seem to be losing IQ points?

"Is that what you call civilized?" Serena shrieked. I probably shouldn't mention that I thought she sounded like Shreeky from the Care Bears. Would she even know who Shreeky was... why did I know who Shreeky was. Concentrate Darien! If this is what seeing a flash of her panties did to my thinking abilities I was starting to dread what seeing her in that pretty lingerie she was wearing would do to me. In my mind it was a set you just didn't buy panties that pretty without getting the matching bra. I'd probably just stand there in stunned silent stupidity... rather like I was doing now.

"Hey I could have thrown you on the bed. Trust me it was the option I was leaning towards." I closed my eyes and debated going and slamming my head into the wall. Repeatedly.

"WHAT!" I think that was a new decibel, are my ears bleeding? Oh shit. I think I said that out load. The way she was looking at me certainly suggested I had said that out loud. Fuck. Stupid brain, stupid mouth, goddamn hormones.

"Prick." Spat at me. This wasn't good. Screaming Serena I knew, it generally meant she wasn't that mad, or she'd get over it soon. Quiet rage... that was kind of scary.

"Serena I'm sorry." Not working. That glower could melt a glacier. "When it comes to you I can't think at all, let alone strait, and I do and say stupid shit..." I took a deep breath. When all else fails, ask. "How do I get my foot out of my mouth this time?" I raked a hand through my hair in frustration and then had to fight not to jump for joy when her eyes tracked the motion. Not all hope was lost.

"Get someone to amputate it." My mouth dropped open, maybe all was lost. She looked completely serious.

"God your face." She said with a smirk rolling her eyes. And hope burst into brilliant flames once again. God I sound pathetic.

"What are you thinking?" I asked as her face took on a more serious expression.

"That' I'm stuck with you as a tutor for the foreseeable future, thanks to your underhandedness and that this is quite possibly hell."

"It doesn't have to be." I pitched my voice low as I stalked towards her and noticed her shiver. Oh she wanted me, she just hadn't admitted it yet.

"Come any closer and I'll knock every tooth out of that sexy smirk."

"Sexy huh?" I didn't stop moving and she leapt off the couch to the other side of the coffee table. Maybe she was planing to keep it between us, I was stuck on the fact that it moved her that much closer to the bedroom.

"Stupid. Stupid smirk." She took a step back for everyone I took forward.
"Why so defensive? Why so skittish? Are you afraid you'll like being up close... and personal?"

"No!" There was a note of panic to her voice.

"Liar." I murmured and darted around the table and grabbed her arm as she tried to dash behind the couch. I slammed her into the wall and made sure I had both hands pinned. She was looking up at me, lips parted, chest heaving eyes wide and nearly panicked. I closed my eyes and groaned, wondering if this was a good idea... they say three times is a charm. Of course maybe this time Serena would actually kill me. Or let her friends do it.

A.N: I know what I place to leave it! I'm a horrible person but I won't make you wait long for the next chapter.