First Encounter
By: hitomikun
Note before reading:
Italicized words are the character's thoughts, ayt?
Disclaimer:
I am NOT a fan of plagiarism, ayt? If anyone out there has a similar story with the one you're about to read…it is PURELY by coincidence, ayt? Don't sue me…I'm an awfully poor college student…
And no…I do not – I repeat, DO NOT – own Sailormoon…but not for my lack of trying, that's for sure…the only thing that I DO own is the plot of this AU fic….nobody should steal it either…stealing is very BAD…enjoy…
Summary:
Darien Myers had every little thing a man could ask for; but then he starts having dreams that look more of a forgotten memory of his. To make matters worse, Serena Abegail Collier bumps into him one day and he ends up dumped with a cup of steaming hot espresso. From then on, a series of events occur that, somehow, always manage to bring them together. The question is, does Darien still think life is perfect with Serena at his side?
Chapter 1: Vacation!
They were playing what looked to be an endless game of tag. He, young as he was, held the power of the 'it' in his grubby hands and was apparently trying – albeit unsuccessfully – to grab hold of a girl who was all dressed up in a Sunday's dress composed of lace, frills and ribbons.
He was chasing a girl whose face he couldn't see despite the abundance of sunlight bouncing off of the waters of the little round fountain in the middle of the hidden gazebo he had discovered way back when he had decided to embark himself on an adventure towards the then unknown ancestral home that was his late grandfather's pride and joy.
A strong wind came and swept the little girl's skirt high up in the air, enough to cover his line of seeing. He stopped running and closed his eyes at the stinging sensation that he was beginning to feel due to the wind's velocity.
A second later, the wind stopped.
He opened his eyes and looked around him.
He was all alone.
The girl he had been chasing suddenly disappeared.
He woke up in cold sweat and swore unintelligibly.
He was dreaming.
Again.
It was the same dream.
Again.
Breathing harshly, Darien Myers blankly looked at the marbled ceiling of his room, a frown creasing his smooth forehead.
:Man! What is it with me and that girl:
He sighed loudly as he sat up in bed to contemplate once again, on the dream that he had been having ever since he was a mere boy of two.
He ran his hands through his jet black hair and sighed again.
:I thought I was done with that…I guess that post hypnotic suggestion crap isn't permanent like my gramps thought it would be. I guess it ran outta juice after what? 18 years:
A soft voice cut through his wandering mind, bringing him back to the present…and to the warm body of the young woman lying right next to him. "Darien?"
"I'm here, Beryl," he replied, laying a hand on top of the woman's smooth cheek to stroke it, while his other hand roamed across her exposed back.
He smiled at the soft purr that emanated from her lips as she arched her lithe body to his expert touch. He felt the weight of the bed shift as she brought her face close to his, unmindful of her nudity. "Mmmm, good morning," she said before she gave him a kiss that was neither gentle nor short.
"Morning," came his muffled reply, returning the kiss with great fervor, causing the woman to moan and wrap her arms around his neck while their tongues rubbed against each other intimately.
Feeling himself getting aroused, he grabbed a handful of her lovely behind and lifted her to sit astride his lap, never breaking their kiss all the while.
A few moments later, both of them broke away from each other to breathe in some badly needed air for their oxygen-starved lungs, their mouths swollen from the hot kiss they had just shared.
"Another one for the road?" he asked wickedly, pulling her body closer to his own, making her shiver in delight and anticipation.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer for yet another kiss. "I thought you'd never ask," she replied wantonly.
Entangling his fingers in her auburn curls, he deepened the kiss while slipping further and further into oblivion as thoughts about the girl in his dream were shoved to the back of his mind to give way to mind-bending rapture in the arms of Miss Beryl Thomas.
"SERENA!" her boss half-shouted at her from across the counsel table.
Eyes immediately opening, Serena Abegail Collier turned to her boss with a sleepy look on her face. "W-what? What? What! I'm awake!"
Cedric James could only stare at the girl in front of him in exasperation as he massaged his throbbing temples, trying to hold his temper in check – for both of their sakes.
:This girl's giving me more grays than I deserve in a lifetime!:
"Did you just hear what I said?" he asked of her tersely, slamming the folder he held in his hand on the mahogany table, causing Serena to jump in her seat.
Realizing her error, Serena blushed and found herself unable to meet the fiery gaze of the man who had been her boss for the past two years of her twenty-four year stay on earth. "I'm sorry, Cedie…" she drawled out apologetically, as she played with the blonde ends of the two buns atop her head; as she always did whenever she was feeling uncomfortable in a certain situation.
:Something's wrong…: Cedric realized with concern.
She only called him by that name when something was troubling her. Forgetting his irritation with her for the mean time, Cedric sighed again and walked along the edge of the table until he reached Serena's side. He put both of his hands on top of her shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze. "What's the matter, princess?" he asked.
Serena put her hands on top of Cedric's and tried to reassure the man who had been somewhat of a father to her. "I'm fine…I just haven't been sleeping too good these past few days."
"You and me both, girlie." Cedric smiled. "That's weird, though. I didn't know insomnia was infectious in the 21st century."
Serena rolled her eyes. "Haha! Very funny, Cedie…" she said sarcastically. "Anyway, I'd like to apologize for what happened a while ago…I know I pissed you off," she said, casting an apprehensive glance at Cedric.
"The hell you did," he retorted. "I've never had to repeat myself four times to any of my subordinates before," he said with a chuckle.
He walked back to his chair and seated himself, leaning his elbows on the table as his gaze remained intent on Serena. "Why don't you take some time off? Go on a vacation or something."
She was about to open her mouth to protest that she didn't need a vacation when Cedric raised a hand to silence her.
"God knows how much you need a break form work. You've been working nonstop since the day I hired you. You've done so much for the company, kiddo. And for that, I'm grateful to have you here. But, it's time you took care of yourself for a change…besides, I can't abide having to work with zombies…what will the media think when they found out?"
He saw the impertinent look in her eyes whenever she was told to do something she didn't want to do and grimaced inwardly.
:What a tough nut to crack:
"Serena," he started. "I'm not telling you this because I'm your friend and I want what's best for you, ayt?" he clarified. "I'm your boss and this is a direct order…am I understood Miss Collier?"
He looked at her with a menacing gleam in his eyes as he continued, "You better take my advice before I give in to this maniacal urge I've been recently having to fire you cuter little butt and send you back home to your ma."
Serena sighed dolefully. "Yes, sir…" She smiled suddenly and looked at Cedric with a gleam of humor in her ocean blue eyes. "Can I call in on you from time to time to check on how things are going while I'm gone?"
Cedric could only let out a sigh of exasperation as he rolled his eyes with smile on his face. "Go and knock yourself out, kid."
hitomikun's notes:
O.o Here you have it, folks, the first installment…if you have any comments to make – be they negative, positive or whatever – please don't hesitate to inform me, ayt? Tell me your thoughts about whether I should continue this or not…PLEASE? You can even send me an email at hitomikuneudoramail.com...I promise I won't flay you alive in a hot pile of coals…or even shishkebab ya…I can only do so much…please send in your reviews…I love reading reviews! Thanks for taking time to read this! . o.O