So Day 2 and so far my schedule is going as planned. An amazing feat considering how the rest of my day has gone! In fact I might even try to get ahead.. mwahaha. I'm feeling verrrrrryyyy smutty my precious's.

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1. Homeroom B. Uniform

Word Count: 470

They were at it again. The daily custom of studying at Darien's apartment was becoming a battle of wills between the lovers. Darien, trying desperately to cram for his University exams was met with Serena's knack for procrastinating in ways that could only be described as inventive and overwhelmingly adamant.

Today she was focused on formulating an argument for the abolishment of school uniforms – her complaints ranging from the skirt length being ridiculously long, a point which Darien shot down with heated fervor, to the pure stupidity of being put in the same boat (ha!) as fashion-convicts such as Popeye and Ahab, a point which he dared not touch as it would mean pointing out that neither were in fact real people.

"I mean, where's our sense of individuality? What if there was an explosion.. how would they identify us? The only thing that differentiates me from any other girl at school are my Sailor V panties!" she shouted, demonstrating her point by feverishly lifting her skirt to reveal the garment in question.

She barely had time to register the sound of books slamming to the ground before he had pulled her down onto him – her legs straddled his lap as his fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt. She could feel the heat of his desire rising in his pants, a desire he communicated with his lips – kissing, trailing, nipping down the length of her neck and back up to her lips. She met his need with the undulating movement of her hips and the soft moans that she buried into his chest.

Piece by piece she was stripped of her uniform until she was nothing but a pool of desire moving fluidly above him. With each movement she made his body reciprocated: hands tangled in her hair, lips and tongue covering her breasts with fiery trails. His breath hitched, his mind and body nothing but a tangle of pleasure as he fought to prolong the primal pursuit of lovers.

Moments later had the two spread naked across the expanse of his living room rug, both spent and trying desperately to regulate their heartbeats. A burst of laughter broke the silence and filled the room.

"What is it?" Darien asked hesitantly. Serena-the-hyena was an unpredictable creature and one he treated with a respectable amount of fear.

A smug grin spread across her red face.

"Well, I guess I was just expecting more of a fight from the mighty Tuxedo Mask."

A moment of silence passed between them before he finally spoke, "You know, Buns.. relationships are all about compromise. How about you agree to studying one hour every day and I'll agree to ban all manner of uniforms from my apartment?"

"But then I wouldn't have anything to wear, silly."

"Exactly," he said, before reaching over for seconds.