AN: I wasn't going to continue this but I really enjoyed writing the first chapter. I've never before written a "bad" heroine and it's hard not writing her 'nice' but I have the added pleasure of making you guys root for her despite the fact she isn't the Serena who know and love.
Edited 7/30/07
Disclaimer: don't own sailor moon…..
Bunz- that letter was ghetto. It is a reggae song after all…..I like it through, I thought it set the mood and told the readers just a bit more about the situation I'm spinning without having to write it out…..
Imperial Crystal – Intense really? I'll take that. It's more so that I do one on one really well (not to mention the sex) but it can get iffy when it includes other people
Fooxie – Always S/D.
I really want to say a HUGE thank you for the positive reviews. I know it's different and its not the Serena we know but its fanfiction right? It is what I make it. I hope that ya'll will give this an honest chance despite Serena being not so good….
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Now I aint sayin she a gold digger
But she aint messin wit no broke man
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"You lied to me," Ami spat as she gazed into the smug eyes of her former best friend. How could I have been so stupid? She wondered as her furious eyes went over a woman she no longer recognized.
Her plane had just arrived and instead of going home, she came here. She had to see it for herself, had to know for herself. If Darien did indeed marry the woman that stood before her. And from the looks of it, he did more then marry her.
"Oh please," Serena said mockingly as she wiped imaginary lint from the silk shirt of her hubby she wore that also happened to be gaping open. She eyed the other woman whose hair was so dark it almost appeared blue.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" she asked truly astonished as Serena lounged on the chaise, her legs open and made no attempt to close them. Ami blushed as not only could she see the gravity defying breast but also her private area. "Will you have some decorum?"
She laughed; the sound husky and almost seductive. She caressed the inside of her thighs before taking pity on the blushing woman and crossed her legs. "You wanna know what's gotten into me?" her eyes were innocent but her words were pure sexual.
"NO!" she yelled and brought her hands to her red as a tomato cheeks. She blushed further as Serena laughed, she felt down right foolish and like a school girl.
She shrugged, "don't say I didn't want to tell you honey."
"Don't call me that," she snapped. She always hated it when Serena would call her 'honey', it always sounded condescending. As if the other woman knew something she didn't.
And from the looks of things, she did. Amy never would have thought in a million years that Serena would have essential stolen her man and than have the gall to act like it was nothing. And then there was that letter….
"oooh. So you do have claws?" she licked her lips, "I like it."
Disgust graced her face, "were you always like this? Always such a whore?" Amy questioned wondering how she could have been so wrong where she was concerned. How she could have made such a huge error in Serena's character or rather lack thereof.
She had known that Serena was rough around the edges, so to speak , but that hadn't stopped her from befriending her. They had clicked instantly despite the obvious difference in their social backgrounds. She had been a silver spoon baby whereas Serna was raised in a trailer park.
Immediately the teasing grin fell from Serena's lips to be replaced by a grimaced. "Careful what you call me in my house," she warned.
"A house I decorated!" anger rose up in her again as the situation before her took the forefront of her mind. "That's my man you're sleeping with."
She stood up, her spiked heels making no sound on the expensive carpet. "Correction, that's my husband."
Amy's mouth fell open and her eyes widen in astonishment. "You encouraged me to leave the county; you sleep with my fiancée and then marry him. You whore," before she could have thought better of it, her hand went flying.
::Crack::
Serena's head turned with the force of the slap and her vision blurred momentarily. She righted her head in slow motion and flashing, angry light blue eyes glared daggers. She gingerly lifted a hand to touch her right cheek. "Strike one." She said calmly as if getting slapped was an every day occurrence and it probably was Amy nastily thought.
"Strike one? Strike one?" she made a motion to slap her again but she caught her wrist.
Serena smiled as she tightened her hand around her wrist. "Don't mistake my kindness for weakness, Amelia. I'll let it go in the name of our friendship but next time you touch me, I will slaughter you."
Ami yelped and tugged her wrist away, rubbing them after she did so. "I don't have treacherous, backing stabbing, gold digging harlots as my friends." She said miffed.
Serena flipped her long blond hair over her shoulder and looked over Ami's appearance. She had on a harsh looking pantsuit and looked every bit of a scorned woman.
Ami blushed further and pulled down the lapels of her blouse and regretted wearing something so business like. Especially when Serena looked so sexy and like she belong on the centerfold of playboy magazine.
"I did you a favor." Serena said as she inspected her nails, "you wouldn't be able to handle Endymion; he is too much man for you."
She scoffed and tried hard to tamp down her anger. She had handled Darien…at least she had thought. Yes, she had had obvious problem with a sexual relationship but she thought she was able to get beyond it.
"Spin it however you need to honey." she gripped hard on the pocketbook in her right hand while fisting her left. How could she have ever thought that a strumpet like Serena was ever her friend? Her best friend at that.
She told her everything and now that she thought about it in retrospect, it was weird how Serena always wanted to know more. She could vividly remember all the times Serena had asked about Darien. Question like, "does he buy you things?", "he is rolling in money isn't he?", "Does he take you to exotic places?" and last but not least, "how is the sex?"
The last question she had willingly obliged her. Nine times out of ten, it was Amy who brought up the subject. She hadn't been aware of the rule then.
'You do not ever share every aspect of your life with your man, especially sex, with your friend. ' That was a hell no!
She had been so trusting, so naive that she went to Serena with every problem they had and particularly problems pertaining to sex. She had been a novice to sex and being with a man like Darien, who thrived on sex, had her opening her mouth and telling Serena everything.
"Oh don't worry honey I spin it and Endymion likes me all the more for it." She replied crudely, her bare lips twisting in smugness.
"You disgusting bi-"
"No no," she wagged a perfectly manicured finger in her face. "No name calling."
Amy pursed her lips in anger since there was nothing she could do. Not really anyway. It was too late. Serena had married the man she was supposed to and had the ring and the last name to prove it.
"Darien will wise up to you," Amy threatened, refusing to give her the last word. "He is a smart man, the smartest one I know and there is no way he won't realize what a gold digging ho you are."
Quicker then Amy could blink, Serena had the side of Amy's face smashed into the wall. "I told you about calling me names in my home," and for added measure she smashed her head once more into the walls. "Oh and FYI he knows."
"arugm" Amy muttered as she was physically harassed and she tasted fear. Real fear for the first time in her life. She breathed easy when she was let go and she held the side of her face. A five letter word on the tip of her tongue but remembering what just happened, she curtailed it.
"There is no way he would know," she huffed, "and still marry you. You did something. He wouldn't do this to me…he loved me."
Serena laughed. A long, lusty laugh that had the palm of Amy's hand itching to connect with the side of her face once more. "Endymion "Darien" Shield loves one thing and that aint you." Serena rubbed the side of her face and grudgingly admired Amy for having the balls to slap her.
She shook her head, refusing to believe it. "You're lying. You're a liar." He loved me, she told herself. He told me so himself, countless of times. Or had she just heard what she wanted to? He never actually said, "I love you." She chewed on her bottom lip in confusion.
"Am I?" She slicked her hand through hands mussed hair. "You know the reasons why he was going to marry you so don't rewrite history. Love had nothing to do with it."
"Shut up!" she screamed and paced the huge room in bewilderment. She just didn't understand. She got Serena marrying Darien but why would he marry her? "I just don't get," she muttered out loud to herself.
Serena who had been pouring herself a glass of sherry overheard and after finishing the small amount she poured for herself took great joy in enlightening the other woman.
"What's not to get honey? He didn't want you." She turned, their eyes locking and her words dripped with malice. "He hit this once and he was hooked…you got my letter didn't you?"
She gasped and stumbled backwards. Her face grew red in embarrassment and she refused to give in to what Serena wanted. She had read that letter alright and as the words came back to (they were forever embedded in her memory) her cheeks burned.
"He he promised," she stammered and she ran her hand through her short hair.
She shrugged. "What's in a promise? You didn't hold up your end of the bargain….why should he?"
She gasped once more. "Ho-how did he find out?" She couldn't have slipped up…could she? She made sure to check herself when she was around him, careful not to let the wrong thing slip. She was so careful that only a handful of people knew…..and one happen to be in the room.
Serena watch as recognition came over her face as she realized it was her. "Guilty as charged."
Amy stood there stunned, again, at the levels of duplicity Serena was wiling to go to get what she wants. "Why?" she asked softly, all the anger zapped out of her. For the moment.
"Madam," Alfred the butler stood outside the door holding a small envelope in his hand. "Excuse me for interrupting but Master Shield called." He looked at the state of undress she was in with barely concealed contempt. "Miss Amy," he said in fond politeness.
Furious at the level of respect he gave Amy but not her, she demanded, "what is it?"
He cleared his throat, "Master Shield called and he requested you to meet him in the blue room at 2."
Requested? She rolled her eyes. Endymion 'Impatient' Shield, didn't request a damn thing. It was his polite way of saying be there. "And the envelope in your hand?" she asked snidely.
"If I may?" he said gesturing to entering the room and with a curt nod from her, he walked in and handed it to her.
Snatching it out of his hands she ripped it open and read what her husband wrote in his neat, strong hand writing.
To My Darling Bride,
Wear something easy to take off and no underwear.
Darien
She laughed out loud at him calling her his' darling bride'. After reading it, she ripped it and with a dismissive nod toward the butler she looked back at her unwanted guest.
"What Blue room?" Amy asked when Alfred had left. "There is no blue room."
"You didn't actually think I would keep the hideous way you fixed this place did you?" she rolled her eyes at the absurdity of it. "This place lacked pizzazz. It was a bore….much like you"
She bit her bottom li[ ---hard--- almost drawing blood. She must rise to Serena, she was only trying to get her goat. "Mmm that's funny. Darien loved it." She smugly replied. Darien did love it. She remembered how he couldn't stop praising her for the way she decorated his family home which was going to be her home soon. Their home.
Amused by her tactics to get her goat, she slinked her way over to Amy and snaked her arm around her shoulders. "That's because like so much other facets in his life, he didn't know how much better things could be."
"Don't touch me," she spat and shrugged her arm off. "Who knows what disease you may have."
She brushed her shoulder off causally yet her eyes told Amy not to push her. "Endymion doesn't seem to mind," she lowered her voice in a conspirator tone, "to be frank, he can't wait to touch me."
"I hate you," she hissed in disgust and internal dismay. Raye was right. How many times did she tell Amy, not to trust her? That Serena would be the worst mistake she ever made? Over and over.
"Don't hate the player sweetie, hate the game." It was a dog eat dog world and Serena knew it first hand. As she stared at the first person she could in all honestly call almost her friend, she felt a pang of remorse but it was quickly gone. She had to eat……
Scoffing, Amy shook her head, not knowing what she expected her to say when she made the rash decision to confront her. "Whatever. I can't stand being around you," she snapped and started walking to the door.
"Don't let the door move that stick up your ass further when it hits the door."
"Bite me." She childishly retorted. She was above this but she needed to get the last word. At least once.
"Anytime honey. Just let me know ahead of time so I can tell Endymion…he would love to watch."
Fighting the urge to stomp her feet, Amy took solace in slamming the door as hard as she could and blocked out the hackling of her unscrupulous ex-friend.
Serena smirked and wiped her hands. All in a days work…..
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She stood in the archway of the door, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched him sit by the pool. He had on his reading glasses on and was reading a newspaper.
"Are you going to just stare at me?"
She jumped, startled. "Maybe," she quickly retorted. "I can't think of a better way to spend an evening." She walked with an extra jut in her step, loving how his eyes followed her moving hips.
"I can," he drawled slowly, sensual intent in his eyes. "Alfred tells me Amy was here,"
Her steps faltered briefly and her eyes narrowed. She was too slow in guarding her expression and made a play of adjusting her short skirt before looking up to meet his eyes. "Why didn't you come by say hi?" she asked cautiously, her eyes taking in every little movement he made. "She would have liked it very much."
Darien wasn't stupid enough to fall into that trap so he stretched his legs before him and put down the newspaper he was reading. "I have no desire to watch a catfight."
It wasn't lost on her that he couldn't have said hi because he was at work which had her wondering would he have gone out of his way to see Amy if he wasn't at work?
She smirked and presumed her walk towards him. "What makes you think there would have been a catfight had you been able to say hi?"
He made a show of looking at her outfit; her short, loose knit skirt, up to her bare midriff and to her curve hugging tanktop and he stopped when he reached her face. "Have you seen me?" he inquired deadpan.
She giggled. She most certainly did see him and she had admitted that she'd kill a bitch before she let someone else have him. "Cocky aren't you?"
He smiled then, his smile as seductive as it was cool. "You have no idea sweetheart,"
She licked her lips, saucily, "I bet I'm about to find out." She leaned her open palms on each hard thigh. She laughed as he roughly pulled her to him, her knees scraping against the chair as she was forced to straddle him. "Is that anyway to treat your 'darling bride?'"
He smirked, "it is" he crushed her mouth to his brutally, "when I want some." His tongue went out to brush against her bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth, sucking on it.
She groaned, her hands digging in his hair as she grew slick internally. "Endy…" she moaned his name as she tugged at his hair, roughly. Her breast grew heavy in her tanktop as blood rushed through her veins.
His lips were hard on the inside of her neck as he suckled on the tender skin. He left a mark on the pale skin as he went lower to lave the top of her breast with his tongue.
She moaned, her head flung back as she rocked her hips against him. She snuck her hands inside the back of his chemise, her nails scratching his back in wondrous pleasure.
Darien lifted with her in his arms, her legs went around his hips. He laid her on the patio table, pushing aside things that would get in the way. He stepped away only to fidget with his belt and pants, his eyes a dark stormy blue as they feasted over her heaving body.
Her chest moved rapidly as she sucked in breath, she quickly pulled off her top, flinging it behind her.
"Don't," his voice was rasping stopping her from unhooking her bra. He liked the way her low cut, lacy bra pushed her breasts together and up. He pushed his pants and boxer brief down his ankle, too much in a hurry to properly take them off (not to mention his shoes were still on)
Darien came to her once more, pushing her skirt up around her waist. She sat up, and pulled his lips to hers in a desperate kiss.
He couldn't understand this consuming need he had to have her. Never before had it been like this with a woman. There were times he would be at work and something would remind him of the way her body was perfect against his and he would go hard.
No other woman had ever held him in a sexual frenzy like she did. He was so sexually needy that he found himself to be like he was as a teenage boy. Always wanting and thinking about sex. The only different between now and then was he only wanted it with one woman. Serena.
He pushed her back down onto the table and grabbed hold of each thigh and pulled her to him. He entered her with one slick thrust. "Fuck" he groaned as his face twisted in intense pleasure. She was tighter than anyone woman had the right to be.
Serena gripped the side of the round table, her teeth clamping over her lower lip to stifle the noise. She looped her legs around him and scooted down, taking even more of him in. "you…feel….so…good," was the only audible thing she was able to get out in between moans as he repeatedly thrust in and out of her body.
Darien marveled at how wet she was and yet how tight her body gripped him. His grasp on her thighs tightened as he had to call upon all the self control he had not to come before she did. He was a lot of things but a selfish lover wasn't one of them.
Hungry for his kiss, she pulled her self up by pulling on his collar and mere seconds later their mouth mated. Her head spun from his addictive kisses and the rushing of her blood. She groaned out his name when his hands came between them to stimulate her ultra pleasure inducing spot.
She crooned a song that has never been made as her whole body hummed around him. Her thighs quivers and she felt weak all over. Her head flung back as his lips once more latched on her neck. No doubt leaving a mark there, turnabout was fair play after all.
"Lie back" he told her as he looked at her face. She was breathtakingly beautiful, he thought in a flash and instantly his eyes widen. He chided himself mentally for thinking that. This was sex…just sex.
Her eyes flew open at the sound of his command and she did so, their gazes locked. Darien put his hand underneath her bottom, lifting her hips up to meet his. His eyes closed and he blocked every thing (including her) and just concentrated on how wet she was, on how her body just sucked him in and clamped down on his erection as if it never ever wanted to let go.
Serena came hard, her scream taking him out of his thoughts as he slowed his fingers down over her clitoris. Never once did he slow down his frenzied pace however as he too found climax in their joining.
He collapsed on top of her after he finished pouring his seed into her. He was sweatier than usual because his upper body was still clothed.
With every alternate beat, she combed her fingers through his sweat wet hair. Her heart rate slowed down and air came much smoother into her lungs. She released her hold she had on his hips with her legs. "Good thing…pool…right there."
Darien didn't respond as he caught his breath and momentarily thought about taking a pool break. He shouldn't even be here let alone diving in the pool. He chuckled; he could already hear what his top executives were going to say.
"Couldn't stay away from the little woman's tempting legs to wait until work was done?" Malachite would say with a sneer on his lips.
"Did you tap that ass for me?" This of course would be said with a knowingly smug look on Jadeite's face.
"Sure," he told her at last, pulling himself off of her and begun chucking his shoes, socks and the rest of his clothing.
She sat up on her elbows watching as his muscle defined body was revealed for her ogling pleasure. "Damn," she muttered as she mentally wiped off drool from her mouth.
"Coming?" he asked right before he dived into the pool with a fluid dive.
Serena shook her head, thinking of her hair. If she went in, she would have to properly wash the chlorine out and that would be hours. Having nice, long, thick hair was by no means easy.
Shrugging, she took off the rest of her clothes and also jumped in after him. Just as she was about to come up for air, something grabbed hold of her legs form below. Her eyes bugged out as she tried to pull away but she couldn't and she kicked out.
The first thing she heard as she gasped for air was laughter. She turned around, her eyes a bit red from the chlorine. "You son of a bitch," she cried out smacking at wet skin.
He grabbed both of her wrist and went under, pulling her down with him.
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"Never again," she muttered under her breath as she stood underneath the spray of the showerhead. She combed her finger through her hair, cringing at how limp and lackluster it looked.
"You could always get it done," Darien told her also under a showerhead that was adjacent to the pool so people could wash off immediately after swimming in the pool.
She didn't bother asking how he knew what she was thinking. He always seem to know. "I plan too," Now that she could more than afford it, she wanted to go to an expansive and elusive boutique and get the works.
Just because she could.
He watched the water sliced over her body and his body started reacting to the site. He skimmed the tattoo of his name in the middle of the small of her back. He had been quite surprised when he had first seen his wedding gift from her but the more he saw it the more he liked it.
She gasped when an arm went around her middle, pulling her against a hard body. "Let's play,"
She shivered as his breath moved the fine hair in the back of her neck. "We already did,"
"Grown up play," He pushed her against the shower wall, the water no longer going over her.
"Sorry," she was able to push him off of her because he hadn't expected her to do so. "You know my rule."
"You'll break it soon enough," he told her confidently. He didn't get it why such a sexually liberated woman found it such a problem to do it in a shower/tub.
She shuddered and this time it had nothing to do with pleasure. "Don't bet on it love.…are you going back to work soon?"
He looked at the clock on the far right, "No." He could probably still have gone but he no longer felt like it. He just wanted to sit back and relax with the missus. Serena. His wife.
Once they were dressed and she had tied her hair in a pony tail, they headed towards the study where Darien pulled out scotch and poured some for them.
He sat behind his desk and when she crossed her legs, he admired her toned thighs. They sat in silence as they sipped and when Serena got up to get more, he motioned for her to pour him some.
"What is this about?" she asked, annoyed. She hated when he did that, just stay in silence. She liked noise, conversation anything but the deafening silence.
All Darien did was raise a black brow and continue to sip at the strong brandy. "My parents are coming for dinner tomorrow."
Her jaw dropped and her hand grew slack around the glass. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Tomorrow as in tomorrow tomorrow? The day after today?" She said back in shock. She has yet to meet his parent and she had hoped to be the one to extend the invitation. She liked to be in control and this took her completely off guard.
"They want to meet the woman I marred in lieu of Amy."
Her eyes narrowed as she took a healthy swallow of her drink which caused her to cough as some went down the wrong tube. Eyes watering, she wiped away the moisture with her hand. "You couldn't postpone? That's hardly enough time."
"My parents aren't someone I wish to postpone." He said his lips in a grim line and his eyes flashing.
"How am I supposed to be get things ready for tomorrow?" she asked exasperated as she stood and went to go get even more brandy. Her hand shook already the neck as she sloppily poured more in her glass.
She couldn't meet his parents, what if they didn't like here? Didn't approve? Her back straighten as if a steel rod was in her spin, what was she thinking? If they didn't like her, fuck 'em. She down the rest of the alcohol.
She didn't get where she was today with people liking her. In fact, she preferred people not liking her…it made it easier to step over their bodies. "You are enjoying this aren't you?"
He smirked although she couldn't see it since her back was to him, "tremendously."
She turned her chin up. "Any food preference your parents have?" She refused to cower like Amy might have at the daunting thought of meeting his parent without so much as a week or a couple of days notice.
Darien looked at the picture of his adoptive mother on his dance and gently touched the frame. "My mother is a vegetarian and my father loves meat. As raw as possible."
That's different, she thought. She observed his behavior and how he softened considerably when he spoke or looked at a picture of his parent. "You love them don't you?"
Darien was jarred out of his thought with that question and quickly guarded his expression. His feelings were his own. He grunted an answer that would have made his father proud and stood.
She watched as he bent over to retrieve something in a draw and got a weird since of déjà vu when he got near the fireplace. Clearing her throat, "what time are they coming?"
"6," he promptly answered as he stared into the burning ambers of the fire. On the whim, "I'm going to head back to the office."
She nodded and when he walked by her, he grasped her elbows. "Don't wear anything low-cut, short, flashy or skanky."
She pouted, "That's my whole wardrobe," she trace a lone finger over his cheekbone "and everything you like."
He chuckled and he reached in his other hand and dropped something in her empty glass.
Sending him a confused looked, she retrieved the object and gasp in pleasure. A diamond necklace.
"As promised."
