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

Darren chuckled, a moan? He didn't even have to do anything. His hand traveled further and lingered at her hip.

She gasped and pulled his mouth closer onto hers. Ooooooh! You're in for it now!

The hand kept going, he liked his previous results. It slid under her shirt and stayed at her torso.

Paige fought a sigh. No luck. You. Are. So. STUPID! She experimented herself, slipping her hands down his neck and through the collar of his shirt,

Darren kissed her with passion and fire, the shirt on his back almost felt unnecessary to him.

Paige adjusted slightly and found herself pinned underneath Darren's form. She continued to kiss him, bringing her hands up to the back of his head to press him closer and tangle in his hair.

He sighed into the kiss, his hair, his real weakness for some reason.

Paige smiled and rubbed his hair exuberantly. Score; Darren: 3, Paige: 1.

Darren melted even more into the kiss, he didn't know what happened. One moment he was being an annoying jock to some random girl and now she was in his room. They were in his room.

Paige's tongue weaved around. She didn't even think. (Oo! Should Darren's dad come home and find them?)

(Yes, I was just thinking that actually!)

Darren smiled and pulled his shirt over his head, "You still okay?"

"Never better," Paige opened her eyes and looked deep into his. Her fingers tested his bare skin against hers.

He smiled and dove back into the kiss, their lips crashing back together. Darren didn't even notice the extra noise.

Paige's fingers explored a little, then went back to the back of his head. She murmured something inaudible that didn't need to be heard

The front door closed but Darren's brain didn't hear that, he could only focus on Paige.

Faint footsteps echoed coming up the stairs, but Paige could only hear the electricity crackling wherever they touched. She allowed her tongue to roam free and press Darren's lips closer.

Their tongues wrestled around causing Darren to let out a small laugh into the kiss, a noise came, someone touching the doorknob?

Paige's eyes flickered briefly. Someone was at the door… no, it was her imagination. She moaned happily.

(Oh no… Someone has to tell Ryan that Paige died…)

(Yeah… ._,)

Darren moved his hand– His door flung open revealing a tall man with dark hair like Darren's but straight, flecked with grey and Steely Blue eyes that pierced into you when you look at them. Darren's lips left Paige's quickly as he turned around, "Dad!?"

Paige moved to keep kissing Darren when he yanked away, but then she heard, "Dad!?" Her eyes flew open and widened. She recoiled at the sight of his cold eyes.

Darren rolled off of her, looking for his shirt frantically. "What the hell are you doing home with this slut," Darren got to close and smelt it… Jon Anderson was drunk, once again…. Wasn't he always?

Paige curled up weakly. "H-H-Hello, Mr. Anderson."

"Well, good job Darren. A respectful slut is a step up from the one last week," He grumbled as he eyed Paige. Darren had found his shirt but didn't put it on… Was he shaking?

"I'm not a… that," Paige countered firmly.

(I don't swear, btw.)

(That's fine and understandable. It doesn't make you uncomfortable though right?)

(Give or take. I can deal with it, just don't expect me to say it.)

(It's all good… I use it for people to build personality, so the dad says it because he's a jerk.)

Jon shook his head, "Yes, I am sure you're not. Are you two dating? Do you know things about him? What's his middle name? Where did he grow up? Or did you just skip school to come make out with a stud?"