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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,672
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I don't own Daria or its characters. I make no money from this fic.
Playful Session
Playful Session
by SSJ04 Mewtwo
888
The sounds of an acoustic guitar echoed off his bedroom walls. The song, 'A Secret Place'(1), was what Trent was playing. Even though they had finished recording their album and would go on tour next month, Trent knew that he needed to improve on his solos. He couldn't rely on Daric's bass and Angel's vocals to carry them for the next several albums they were contractional obligated to put out for the record company.
Finishing that song, he was about to go to 'Walk'(2), but he heard a knock at the door.
"Yo!" he called out and an auburn head peeked in.
"Trent?"
"Hey, time for another session?"
"Yeah," Daria answered and came fully into the room and shut the door behind her.
"Cool," he replied and put his guitar away.
"I thought you were completely breaking from music."
"I'm not playing any of our own stuff. I've got to improve on my solos or we'll never get any better," he replied and grinned to himself as she threw off her jacket and shirt and laid across his bed, giving him the cue to begin.
"I hate my family. They just lose their damn heads in any sort of a crisis. Now I know why I was driven to drink. It wasn't because of my chronic back pain, it was because of my crazy family!"
"Ok?" he asked and her spine popped.
"Mmmmm...I swear, I'm going to end up in AA in ten years because of all of this. Do you realize my mom and her sisters don't get along? So, what happens when she has a couple of kids, those children can barely get along and the only member of my family on my mother's side that I can get along with can't stand not to fight with her other sisters whenever they are in the room!"
"I always wondered if you got your father's temper somewhere in there," Trent mused.
"It's been coming out ever since I've started attending college. Do you realize there isn't a night where I don't hear the sounds of passion? It's like everyone goes wild when the sun goes down."
"Damn, and I thought high school was bad."
"No, high school didn't have these complex problems I've had to deal with. I'm an outcast just because I've still got my cherry!"
He continued his massaging of her back and let her vent out her frustrations on the world to him. Even though she was yelling, he could tell by the curling of her toes that she was getting relief from both his touch and her ranting.
"Damn fucking...Gawd, I'm sounding like my father who's laying in a hospital bed after having a heart attack," she breathed out, finally calming down. "I'm going to have to check our family history and see if there's a history of that. If there is then I'm in trouble."
"Better?"
"I think I've run out of steam."
"Well, there's only one way to go from red hot anger," he said with a playful grin that she didn't see form her position.
"Deadly cold sarcasm?"
"No," he said and the next Daria felt was Trent on top of her, tickling.
"What...why you!" she shouted through her laughter as she struggled underneath him.
"You might be the smartest girl in the state," Trent began and continued to tickle her, "but I'm stronger." he finished and kept her pinned as he continued to torture her sides.
"I'm...going...to...kill...you!"
"Fine by me," he replied with a smirk and continued to torture her skin.
"Damn you Trent Lane!" she shouted out in laughter.
"Condemning me to hell won't do you any good, Morgendorffer," he fired back and continued his assault.
Fifteen minutes pass with Trent continuing to tickle her with one minute breaks for her to regain her supply of oxygen. He smirked after the last round and continued to lay on top of her.
"Laughter if far better than rage, don't you think?" he teased. However, he didn't get a response from her. He moved so he could see if she hadn't passed out, but the look he got from her was something he hadn't seen from her before. The fire he saw in those grey eyes of hers told him everything. She raised herself up and looked him straight in the eye.
"How do you intend on putting out this fire?"
"What would you have me do to put out the fire?"
"I don't do one night stands...I don't do drunk sex either, so if you are going to go forward with this then you better be able to commit to something."
"You do realize that I'll be touring..."
"And I'll be back in college...we'll both have our own thing to do but I don't want this to be some one time fling for you."
"I'd never would do that."
"Good," she growled. Trent smirked and kissed her. She moaned, all the sexual tension she had from her first year of college needing a release. For a while, her fingers had been doing a good enough job, but for the past month or so, she was unsatisfied with just her hand.
Trent helped her out of her socks and skirt, leaving her only in a pair of black panties that were wet to the touch. She growled at him, clearly annoyed that she still had his clothes on.
Knowing what was frustrating her, he removed his shirt and she unbuckled his belt. He stood and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. Daria found herself purring at the sight of his erect flesh.
She removed the last garment and laid back on the bed and Trent laid on top of her, and proceeded to ravage her mouth. He could feel how wet and hot she was.
"This will..."
"No, my fingers took care of that."
"Huh?"
She smirked up at him. "Just because I didn't share in all that free love doesn't mean I didn't have to relieve myself," she said and Trent groaned in pleasure.
"If you don't shut up," he growled, but she pulled him down and he entered her. It was a tight fit, seeing how small she was compared to him, but it didn't hurt.
Trent quickly set a moderate pace, his orgasm nearer than he wanted it to be. The auburn sighed in pleasure underneath him and wrapped her legs about his waist. Trent continued to pump into her welcoming body. He reached between them and rubbed her clit. This was Daria's undoing as she came, squeezing the life, and seed out of him. Trent grunted as he shot his seed deep into her, filling her with cum. The two laid there, in a sweaty heap, recovering in silence.
"Ok?"
"Mmmm,hmmm," she replied.
"Same time tomorrow then?"
"What do you think?" she said with her Mona Lisa smile on her face and he kissed her.
'Ok Lane, don't blow it!' Trent thought as the pair laid there for another fifteen minutes before redressing and Trent showing her out.
888
1. Megadeth, Cryptic Writings
2. Pantera, from their second album.
by SSJ04 Mewtwo
888
The sounds of an acoustic guitar echoed off his bedroom walls. The song, 'A Secret Place'(1), was what Trent was playing. Even though they had finished recording their album and would go on tour next month, Trent knew that he needed to improve on his solos. He couldn't rely on Daric's bass and Angel's vocals to carry them for the next several albums they were contractional obligated to put out for the record company.
Finishing that song, he was about to go to 'Walk'(2), but he heard a knock at the door.
"Yo!" he called out and an auburn head peeked in.
"Trent?"
"Hey, time for another session?"
"Yeah," Daria answered and came fully into the room and shut the door behind her.
"Cool," he replied and put his guitar away.
"I thought you were completely breaking from music."
"I'm not playing any of our own stuff. I've got to improve on my solos or we'll never get any better," he replied and grinned to himself as she threw off her jacket and shirt and laid across his bed, giving him the cue to begin.
"I hate my family. They just lose their damn heads in any sort of a crisis. Now I know why I was driven to drink. It wasn't because of my chronic back pain, it was because of my crazy family!"
"Ok?" he asked and her spine popped.
"Mmmmm...I swear, I'm going to end up in AA in ten years because of all of this. Do you realize my mom and her sisters don't get along? So, what happens when she has a couple of kids, those children can barely get along and the only member of my family on my mother's side that I can get along with can't stand not to fight with her other sisters whenever they are in the room!"
"I always wondered if you got your father's temper somewhere in there," Trent mused.
"It's been coming out ever since I've started attending college. Do you realize there isn't a night where I don't hear the sounds of passion? It's like everyone goes wild when the sun goes down."
"Damn, and I thought high school was bad."
"No, high school didn't have these complex problems I've had to deal with. I'm an outcast just because I've still got my cherry!"
He continued his massaging of her back and let her vent out her frustrations on the world to him. Even though she was yelling, he could tell by the curling of her toes that she was getting relief from both his touch and her ranting.
"Damn fucking...Gawd, I'm sounding like my father who's laying in a hospital bed after having a heart attack," she breathed out, finally calming down. "I'm going to have to check our family history and see if there's a history of that. If there is then I'm in trouble."
"Better?"
"I think I've run out of steam."
"Well, there's only one way to go from red hot anger," he said with a playful grin that she didn't see form her position.
"Deadly cold sarcasm?"
"No," he said and the next Daria felt was Trent on top of her, tickling.
"What...why you!" she shouted through her laughter as she struggled underneath him.
"You might be the smartest girl in the state," Trent began and continued to tickle her, "but I'm stronger." he finished and kept her pinned as he continued to torture her sides.
"I'm...going...to...kill...you!"
"Fine by me," he replied with a smirk and continued to torture her skin.
"Damn you Trent Lane!" she shouted out in laughter.
"Condemning me to hell won't do you any good, Morgendorffer," he fired back and continued his assault.
Fifteen minutes pass with Trent continuing to tickle her with one minute breaks for her to regain her supply of oxygen. He smirked after the last round and continued to lay on top of her.
"Laughter if far better than rage, don't you think?" he teased. However, he didn't get a response from her. He moved so he could see if she hadn't passed out, but the look he got from her was something he hadn't seen from her before. The fire he saw in those grey eyes of hers told him everything. She raised herself up and looked him straight in the eye.
"How do you intend on putting out this fire?"
"What would you have me do to put out the fire?"
"I don't do one night stands...I don't do drunk sex either, so if you are going to go forward with this then you better be able to commit to something."
"You do realize that I'll be touring..."
"And I'll be back in college...we'll both have our own thing to do but I don't want this to be some one time fling for you."
"I'd never would do that."
"Good," she growled. Trent smirked and kissed her. She moaned, all the sexual tension she had from her first year of college needing a release. For a while, her fingers had been doing a good enough job, but for the past month or so, she was unsatisfied with just her hand.
Trent helped her out of her socks and skirt, leaving her only in a pair of black panties that were wet to the touch. She growled at him, clearly annoyed that she still had his clothes on.
Knowing what was frustrating her, he removed his shirt and she unbuckled his belt. He stood and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. Daria found herself purring at the sight of his erect flesh.
She removed the last garment and laid back on the bed and Trent laid on top of her, and proceeded to ravage her mouth. He could feel how wet and hot she was.
"This will..."
"No, my fingers took care of that."
"Huh?"
She smirked up at him. "Just because I didn't share in all that free love doesn't mean I didn't have to relieve myself," she said and Trent groaned in pleasure.
"If you don't shut up," he growled, but she pulled him down and he entered her. It was a tight fit, seeing how small she was compared to him, but it didn't hurt.
Trent quickly set a moderate pace, his orgasm nearer than he wanted it to be. The auburn sighed in pleasure underneath him and wrapped her legs about his waist. Trent continued to pump into her welcoming body. He reached between them and rubbed her clit. This was Daria's undoing as she came, squeezing the life, and seed out of him. Trent grunted as he shot his seed deep into her, filling her with cum. The two laid there, in a sweaty heap, recovering in silence.
"Ok?"
"Mmmm,hmmm," she replied.
"Same time tomorrow then?"
"What do you think?" she said with her Mona Lisa smile on her face and he kissed her.
'Ok Lane, don't blow it!' Trent thought as the pair laid there for another fifteen minutes before redressing and Trent showing her out.
888
1. Megadeth, Cryptic Writings
2. Pantera, from their second album.