forum Paige & Darren Private one-on-one (@Typhoon1912)

Started June 24, 2018 by Deleted user

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“Sorry, it’s stuck in my head,” he whispered, “I can be quiet,”

Paige looked up and put her chin on his chest. "It's no use. We are forever visible."

“You have a point,” he brushed hair from her face softly with his hand.

"I'm going to help Mom…" Bryson said quickly, heading out to the dining room.
Paige smiled slyly. "We've gotten rid of the annoying brother. Now we can kiss."

Darren laughed and latched his lips onto hers like he was just pucking up where they had been so rudely interrupted.

Paige instantly fell into her place. She shifted her head slightly to the side out of instinct.

He pushed her up against the counter and lifted her so she was sitting on it above him.

She leaned down and wrapped her arms around his neck, not breaking the kiss for a second.

Darren placed his hands on either side of her legs, man he was so dead if anyone walked in on this and it never occurred to him how likely that was with dinner being made and all.

Paige felt a rush of energy go through her and she brought her hands to the back of his head to pull him closer and deepened the kiss.

One of his thumbs hooked in her beltloop on her pants pointlessly. There was nothing he could do from the kitchen but hold his own… Worst game of chess… That was okay.

Her breath hitched slightly. He wouldn't… Not in the middle of the kitchen at least…

Every impulse and instinct in his body told him to do it but logic was trying it's hardest to fight it's way in. His fingers unbuttoned her pants as his brain screamed to stop, he clearly didn't hear it.

Paige inhaled sharply, but she was so enveloped in the kiss that she didn't think about stopping him.

One of his hands played with the hem of her shirt suggestively, he was too far gone for logic to get in his way.

Guess who happened to walk in?!
Bryson entered the kitchen again and stopped quickly in the doorway. "Are you trying to undress my sister?" he asked sharply.

Darren broke out of the kiss quickly, "She– uuhhh, I– Ummm- NO!"

Paige instantly blushed, fumbling to fix her jeans. "Bryson, it was nothing…"

"Nothing? Nothing?! No, nothing is having a quiet chat in your bedroom. This is-" he sputtered, losing his words for a moment. "THiS iS nOT nOtHiNG!"

Darren offered a hand to help her off the counter, "It's… It's nothing… Just got carried away. I'm sorry,"

"Carried away?!"

Paige approached him quickly. "Bryson, please. We didn't mean for it to get out of hand. Let's just go have dinner, okay?"

Bryson was looking tensely at Darren.

"Bryson, please?"

"Fine," he muttered, stalking away to wash his hands.

Paige turned to look at Darren.

"He might beat me up at some point tonight," Darren was only half joking as he brushed himself off.