We moved toward one another almost awkwardly, unsure of ourselves, but then his hand was on my face and our mouths met. It was the purest, most beautiful kiss I had ever had. I never knew just how much I had needed this.

//I take back everything bad I said about Fate, as long as I can keep him.//

His tongue slid into my mouth, dancing sensually with mine. I let my hands wander his back while he held me impossibly close. It was more than I could have hoped for, to be here with him like this, and I thanked every god I knew of for this one last chance. Surely nothing less than divine intervention could have pulled us together again.

"I'm sorry... I was going to tell you..." he mumbled. I kissed him to shut him up. I was the one who should be apologizing.

"I didn't give you a chance... God, I wish I hadn't run away..." Another unrefined kiss, no thought for delicacy. I just needed to take as much of him into myself as I could.

A long moment later I pulled back to draw in much-needed air. My fingers brushed down the side of his face. "Once I found out who you are I... I was so sure you wouldn't want me."

He looked like I had just told him monkeys were waging war on Saturn. Absolute incredulity.

"Darren..."

He trailed off and kissed me instead, not that I had any problem with that. I could feel him getting hard against me, and my body responded in kind as I started to move against him. His hands slipped under my shirt; mine palmed his tight ass. I could feel us start to tip over, sending us against the wall, but I didn't care. I just kissed him again. We were almost sloppy in our haste to touch each other again, moaning and moving together.

My hands were just sliding up his back to pull his shirt off when -

"Daniel, get the fuck outta there! You're due on stage five minutes ago!"

- someone began beating at the door.

Daniel made a noise of defeat and pulled away. His forehead rested against mine for a moment, then he looked at me and a peculiar glint appeared in his emerald eyes.

He looked up toward the door. "Two minutes!"

//What the hell is he doing?//

I watched him saunter to the door and open it a bit. "And Lynne...Get the road crew to set up another mic. For vocals."

//What the *hell* is he *doing*?//

"Excuse me? When did you start singing?" The woman in the hall was sounding rather irate.

"It's not for me." He opened the door the rest of the way and motioned for me to come forward. I gave him my patented Death Glare before going over.

"Darren this is Lynne Christie my manager, Lynne this is Darren Hayes: vocalist, songwriter."

Lynne went bug-eyed. "You're not serious-"

Daniel just smiled a secretive Prince Charming smile. "Trust me on this one, Lynne. You won't regret it."
She still looked unconvinced. "I'm not going on without him."

I watched her chin firm up, and her voice became unnaturally level. "Fine. But you'd better make sure I don't regret this."

He was about to close the door when she touched his arm and whispered something. I, however, simply stood there like an idiot, staring disbelievingly at the back of Daniel's head.