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Dreams..I wish they were true	By : StacieAnn Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 8488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Daria, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Nothing’s changed. I still don’t own Daria.

Previously…

Daria gets up to tease Trent into revealing his hidden treasure. Trent dances around Daria keeping his back turned away from her. In the scuffle the ensues Daria’s hands end up circling Trent to get at what he’s got in his hands. She grabs the plastic package away from him.

“This is what you were hiding? You know I was kidding about the whole enslavement thing right?”

Currently…

~Normal POV~

Trent doesn’t answer. They’re still standing fairly close to one another and Trent seems to be staring at Daria in stupefication.

“Trent?” Daria looks at Trent. “Wh-”

Daria is a little bit surprised at the look Trent is giving her. The way you stare at someone you are about to kiss. It seems like they were staring at each other for quite a while when Trent took the initiative and leaned towards Daria. Homing in to her lips.

At first the kiss was just a meeting of the lips but then their passions got involved and the control of each went out the proverbial window. Tongues soon got involved as well as unoccupied hands.

‘This is going a little fast. Not that I want to stop it or anything, but…Wait an idea. And a somewhat evil one at that. This will get him back for even suggesting it.’ “Hhmm, (Daria breaks the kiss off) Trent?”

“Yeah?” Somewhat dazedly.

“I might not like it, but I know you will.”

“What will I like (Trent nibbles on Daria’s ear and both his hands are traveling up the backside of her shirt)?”

Daria twists around and grabs one of his hands in hers. Trent doesn’t object though he does have a questioning look on his face. Each lower themselves toward the makeshift picnic area Daria set up by the deli bar. Daria motions for Trent to lay down first. She crawls around Trent and distracts him with a passionate kiss as Daria glides Trent’s hands toward the metal legs of the bar along with the handcuffs. You’ve guessed it. Daria has locked Trent’s hands around the bottom of the bar.

By this point, Trent has noticed who’s enslaved and who isn’t. “Hey, that’s not fair. I wanted to use them on you.”

“Maybe later.” Daria whispers.

From her position, knees on both sides of Trent, Daria can feel just how much Trent wants her. ‘Well, I guess what they say about big hands and big ….is true.’

Daria leans over and kisses Trent on the mouth, then the lower part of his jaw; working her way past his slightly muscular chest to his waist. “Naughty. Naughty. Can’t have Trent covering up. Why don’t we just let out mini Trent to let him breathe a bit? Hmmm?” Daria’s fingers sneak, in between kisses, to unzip his trousers. After that particular mission is done her fingers go back to caressing Trent’s chest. Gently tapping her fingers up to his dark nipples and rubbing the palms of her hands in circular motions. Causing Trent to moan and buck underneath her.

“Daria…Please….let’s let him breathe.”

“Patience is a virtue, or so I’m told.”

“You really shouldn’t listen to what people say. (Daria grabs ahold of the lip of his trousers with her teeth and tugs them down with a shake of her head.) God Daria! You’re killing me.”

Daria drops his pants from her teeth and crawls back up towards his lips; her hands manipulating their way underneath his drawers and pushing down as she goes up. “Not yet. I’ve got plans for you.”

“Scary.”

Daria glares at him. “You’re a real comedian. Just shut up and let me have you.”

“Whatever you say.”

Soon all Trent is wearing is his shirt and a really big smile. “You know you should really stop smiling at me like that. Even though you do have a pretty impressive package (about eight and a half inches worth; nicely trimmed at that), you are still the one wearing the handcuffs and I can do anything I want to you.”

His grin slips a little, but soon makes a comeback, “Yeah, but what a way to go. Death by Daria. Kind of has a ring to it, don’t you think?”

“Oh. (Daria growls) You. (The glare on her face turns into a huge smile; wait this is Daria smiling, run Trent run!) Torture time!” Daria announces. Daria gets up and stands back from Trent, getting the full aerial view (like I said, impressive). “You really shouldn’t make Mistress Daria mad Trent. (She shakes her head pityingly) Now I have to gag you and go see what other goodies this store has.”

“Wait! Da-” Trent stops begging and stares as Daria lifts up her skirt and hooks her thumbs into her black bikini underwear. With a shimmy and a couple of shakes her panties are off and Trent is still in la la land.

With panties in hand, Daria leans down and stuffs them into his mouth. “There, these should muffle any noise you may make. I’ll be right back.” She twinkles her fingers in the air at him, turns around and flounces off.

a/n: I don’t know about you, but food stores always seem a little cold to me (temperature wise), so it’s not long before Trent starts to feel the harsh currents if you know what I mean.

“DAGHJIAAAAHHHH!!!!” Can be heard throughout the store.

“Sheesh. I’m gone for maybe a minute and he’s already lonely,” mumbles Daria. ‘It is kind of cute though.’ Shopping bin in hand, Daria head back to where Trent lies.

The scantily glad teenager struts up to Trent’s head (giving him a nice view of paradise). “Couldn’t stay your little ole lonesome huh?”

“ welk th ith ghin df dold.”

“I didn’t understand a word of that. Here hold on a second. (Daria straddles his shoulders and squats on his chest (lovely view)) Let me get this little thing out of the way. (Panties are removed) Now what did you say?”

“Well it was kind of cold,” states Trent sheepishly.

“Oh. Poor baWe’dWe’d better warm you up so that you don’t get frost bite.”

Trent just nods his head (both of ‘em kind of nod, but I’m talking about the one on his shoulders). Ready to agree to anything his mistress might propose.

“I once read that two bodies generate quite a bit of heat. I wonder if it applies here.” Daria taps her jaw in pretend thought. “Might as well give it a try.” Daria raises her arms and pulls her shirt over her head. (Shame on her; not wearing a bra underneath her shirt)

“ I knew I liked you for a reason.”

“Is that right? I thought you liked me for my witty comments and dark view of life in Lawndale.”

“That too.” Grins all around.

A moment of silent laughter passes. “Hey Daria?”

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you uncuff me? I really don’t want our first time together to be with one of us having to be restrained.”

“Me neither. I just wanted to see how far I could go before someone wouldn’t be able to handle Mistress Daria.” She impishly replies.

Daria bends over Trent’s head to reach the cuffs. Not necessarily a good idea with the hungry guy beneath her. And what better meal than two ripe melons? Either way, Trent lifts his head to mouth the rosy nipples swaying tantalizingly above him. Daria stills and moans at Trent’s treatment.

“Hurry and release me luv.”

“ohhhh.. Huh? Oh, yeah the cuffs..” A distracted Daria mutters.

A schnick of metal later, Trent is now the dominant one and Daria is still moaning.

A/N: Just an update for this chapter. Will have another chapter up ASAP.
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