AN: Let me start off by saying that there is a teeny tiny crossover in this with the X-Men. Darien's adopted parents are from the X-Men comic book. Also, if anyone have ANY question please feel free to ask, if i didnt mentin/touch on something that you think I should have, if i let the ball go on a plot...b/c if you dont say anything i wont know and I may think i cover something but I didnt so again feel free to ask.
Disclaimer: Don't own Sailor Moon nor the X-Men characters.
ShadowGoddess1- you can have hot sex without marriage cant you? But i like the paper lol and it will be explained why they got married...
BrodyCunt- thank you! The first chapter was damn good! Its one of my best chapter (writing wise)
inna14- eh. If your waiting for her you because the Serena who know and love um don't hold your breath on it. Although she will become softer once her issues come out of the closet
michelle- I will for sure explain the Darien and Amy but I'm not going to go too much into it though b/c its not needed (or at least not me) But I'm not unwilling to do so if it would help…..
Genesis- YES! A plus for you!
Anon- I'll try but if I'm not answering a questin you have don't be afraid to tell me what it is.
shimmering-pain -is Serena being a gold digger good or bad? Hmm. Well I would say since Darien knows its good. If she was a scheming gold digger and he had no idea who he was laying beside at night it would be bad.
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger
But she aint messin wit no broke man
"Your girlfriend has been calling my phone and hanging up,"
Darien had just got out of the closet fixing his tie when his wife sat up on the bed, looking every bit of a wanton woman and started flapping her gums.
"Has she?" he drawled softly. He hadn't the fainted clue of what she was talking about but he wasn't above indulging what he saw as her delusions.
"Yes, and I suggest you tell her to stop before I stop her myself," the threat was said as lightly as one might say the sky was blue.
"Is that a threat, my darling bride?" He was looking at her through the mirror that was on top of the dresser. His dark blue eyes sarcastic and haughty as it gazed into her lighter eyes.
She smiled but didn't answer. She leaned back into the fluffy pillows and the too soft to be true duvet. She purred in contentment. She sure as hell didn't miss the trailer park or the rinky dink dive she had lived in before she moved in here.
Once his tie was straight and he gave himself the once over, he nodded curtly to himself. He was impeccable "be home at 5,"
"Wait!"
He stopped and dropped his hand from the door knob.
"Don't I get a kiss good-bye?" she asked teasingly, her eyes raking over his black on blue suit. No wore a suit like he did. She often liked to think that they were made for him.
He turned, looking her over. He felt the faint buzz of desire as he unabashedly stared at her naked breast. Sadly, he didn't have the time. He had a nine o clock conference call. "Have I ever given you the slightest indication that I find morning breath appealing?"
She snorted in surprise laughter and threw a pillow at him. He smiled faintly as he raised his hand in good bye while shaking his head in continued mirth.
"What do you mean I'm not on the list?! How could I not be on the flipping list? I'm his sister!" Raye Hino-Haren stood in front of her brother's house and was met with a guard who after asking her name had informed her she was not on the list.
'Why don't you check that fu-flipping list again? "Raye hastily corrected herself, she didn't curse. She was a Christian. So she used other words to substitute where the "f word", would have gone, i.e. "flipping".
The tall bulky, bald body guard esq held his stance. He wasn't scared of the little lady although he refused to stare into her eyes…... "I've check already. Ma'am. You. Are. Not. On. The. List."
Raye jabbed her finger into his massive chest, "And I'm telling you, you made a mistake…do you know what that is? Mistake?"
He frowned. "There's no need to get insulting."
She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, staring him down. "Check it again!" she demanded as she thumped her hand held purse on her thigh, irritated.
He acted like he was going down the list of names it and looked back at her shaking his head. "You're not on the list," however, she was on the DO NOT LET ENTER EVEN IF SHE WAS DYING list.
He peeked at her and couldn't contain the grin that bloomed on his face. He can imagine why the Missus didn't want a shrew like this in. "You're not on the list," he repeated once more because he could already see her questioning it.
Eyes livid, she fumed. "There's no way," she said to herself, "Darien would not not put me on list! And since freaking when did he even have a list? What does he think this house is? The White House?"
This didn't sound like Dairen at all, she thought. She fanned her face, the sun hot. "It's that bi—harlot's fault!" She said certain as she opened her purse and took out her phone. She was calling Darien.
Inside the Manor
Serena laughed at the other woman's plight. It did her wonders to see Raye begging to get into her house and being denied. It was about time she got taken down a peg or two.
She hated the bitch! And it was no secret that the feelings were more than mutual. Raye had thought she had her pegged the moment Amy introduced her and had looked down her upturned nose at her like she was nothing.
Serena hated people who did that, who from the moment they saw her already put her in the category of "white trash". She had made a vow long ago to show those people up. And she did and loved every second of it.
As she thought back on her childhood, a glower formed on her face. Who could blame her for turning out the way she did? Her mother was a crackhead, alcoholic and her father could be any man who had the ability to father a child. And then there were the long lines of abuses lovers her mother took up with.
She shuddered and a chill went down her spine as she remembered a shower……
There's nothin' wrong
With me lovin' you
She jumped when her phone started singing the song "Let's Get it One". Still shaking , she picked it up. "Husband"
"Let my sister in."
"Hi to you too," she glanced back outside and saw that Rei held her phone in her hand. "Did that bitch just call you?"
"I'm not saying it again Serena. You're too damn old for childish games."
"But-" she got the dial tone. Pissed, she opened the door. "It's okay Tom. The shrew can come in."
Raye eyes narrowed at being called a shrew but she refrained from making a comment…for now. She cut her eyes at Tom and pushed her way inside, jabbing her shoulder into Serena's in the way in.
Serena took a moment to repose herself and counted to ten. She couldn't afford getting bitchy today. She wouldn't have time to go get her nails redone face if she kicked Raye's ass.
Closing the door, she turned around a sneer on her lips. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Raye looked around the area casually; how trite, she thought. "Darien really traded down when he married you, didn't he?"
Serena laughed. "I could ask poor Jade the same thing. You suck the life out of the man. Is it any wonder he is always looking at my ass?"
Raye's eyes flashed but she kept her legendary temper in check. She was here for a reason, to get to the bottom of this. Amy had called her late last night, crying. "Do you think I'm scared of you? Your not going to make me cry like Amy did."
For a brief second, Serena felt bad. She didn't want to hurt Amy, honestly she didn't. She was the first real friend she ever had. "Maybe she shouldn't try to bite off more than she could chew."
Raye put her purse on the end table near the door and removed her jacket. Her eyes on the other woman, "maybe," she said softly, "you should step up to someone your own size."
Serena laughed, loudly. "I know you don't mean you," she giggled and wiped at her eyes. "I'd wipe the floor with you," she said in all seriousness "you think just because you're the baddest bitch amongst the socialites that you can roll with me? Girl please Stop making me laugh!"
"Your nothing but trash and after Darien gets over the sex, he'll toss your cheap behind right back where he found you on 5th avenue."
Serena's fist went swinging and Raye received a full on, balled-up-fist punch to her jaw. Her head snapped back in surprise, blood pooling in her mouth. Astonished, Raye raised her hand to her jaw as it began to throb.
Serena shook her hand, "If you think you can waltz into my house and say whatever shit you want to, your mistaken. Its not going to happen and let me give you a reality check, I'm not the one."
"I grew up in a trailer park and we don't mess with bitches so if you think you can come up to me all big and bad, bring it on honey. And well see how many shades of color you can turn."
Outrage and embarrassed, Raye was rendered speechless. "Darien will hear of this," she said sometime later when she could think of nothing else to say."
"Why don't you call him now?" Serena said handing her her cellphone "and why'll your at it tell him how you insulted his wife."
Raye hesitated. She didn't think Darien would say anything but she wasn't sure. He did marry her for whatever stupid reason and he wasn't the type of man to let his lady (and she used the term loosely) get called names and not say anything.
Serena smirk, "thought so." She turned her back to show she wasn't afraid of her. "Now get the fuck out."
Minutes later
"Damnit!" Serena screamed as she shoved her hand in cold water. She forgot how much it hurt to punch someone in the jaw. Thankfully, Raye wasn't going to call and tell Dairen. He would kill her for touching his precious sister.
She didn't even know why he bothered with the skank, its not like they grew up together. Just because they shared blood, didn't mean shit. She moved her hands under the cold water and sigh as it no longer hurt as much.
She didn't know much of Darien's past since he never told her so thank God for internet and nosy rich women.
At the age of seven, Darien was in a car with his parents when they were hit by a drunk driver.
He was the sole survivor and he lost his memories.
His parent's best friends, John and Jane, adopted 3 year old Raye and they also wanted to adopt Darien but he reacted badly to them. The only person he would let come near him was Ororo Howlett, volunteer.
Not being able to have children herself and having fallen for the lonely child, she along with her husband, Logan, adopted him. But years later, she conceived a child. A girl.
Removing her hand from the freezing water, she flinched when she sew how red it is. She checked the slim expansive watch on her wrist.
It was time to get the show on the road.
Darien came home when he said he would be at 5 o clock on the dot. As he made his way to the stairs, he saw many servants running around in frenzy. The aroma of food being cooked perforated the house and made his mouth water.
He took the stairs two at a time and when he reached his room, he removed his tie and jacket. He looked around the room, expecting to find his gold digging wife but she was no where in sight.
Taking out his phone, he pressed the speed dial number 2. He waited a few rings before her voice came one. "Where are you?"
She chuckled. "Miss me?" she asked in a throaty whisper.
His body tightened at her voice and wondered how a person could sound so damn sexy over a phone. 'My parents are going to be here at 7," he said instead as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
She huffed on the phone and rolled her eyes. "I'm buying a dress and before you say anything I'm ready. I just came from a spa, got my hair redone and now I'm just searching for a perfect dress."
"What's wrong with the dresses you already have?"
"Nothing but I'm not wearing them."
Darien shook his head at what he was hearing over the phone. "Be here quickly." And he hung up the phone and went to go take a shower.
Roughly an hour and some time later
A knock came on the closed door of the study and Darien lifted his head wondering who could be stupid enough to bother him. He looked at his watch and wondering if perhaps his folks were here yet.
It was only 6:45
"What?" he barked.
The door opened and in walked Serena wearing a black and pink gown halter neck with twisted bust, empire waist and it was floor length. "Is that any way to talk to your darling bride?"
Darien stood up, amazing by her beauty. Her make up was expertly done, her ears adorned with pink diamonds that complimented the pink of the dress. Her long hair was swept up in a bun with an opal barrette.
When he didn't readily say anything she smiled, "stunning aren't I?" She walked in the room and admired the way his white tuxedo fit him. "We make quite a pair don't you think?"
He came from behind the desk and met her in front it. He took her hand and his lips grazed the back of her hand. "You are stunning."
She grinned, unsure. Surprised that he admitted it out loud. "Thank you." She said mocking being demure and fluttered her eyelashes at him.
Shaking himself out of the stupor that seeing her had put in him, he went to go get a stiff drink when what he really wanted to do was have her. "Everything's ready?"
She sat down on the plush chair and crossed her legs. "As far as I can tell yes."
He nodded and regarded her as he sipped his drink.
She looked at him back, her eyes hungry. "I know what you're thinking,"
He raised a black eyebrow, "really?" his tone telling her that he doubted it very much so.
Seductively, she got up and walked to where he was and removed the brandy from his hand and sat it down. "You're thinking of me….and wishing that you could fuck me."
Darien eyes blazed blue passion and he hauled her to him, his hands on her tiny waist. "If I was thinking that, I'd be doing it."
The highness of her heels afforded her height and it didn't take very much for her to dig her hands in his hair and pulled his face down to hers. "Who'd say I'd let you?"
He grinned menacing and tightened is hold on her waist. "Not who, what."
Intrigued, she wet her lips with her tongue, tasting the strawberry lip gloss flavor. "And that would be?"
"prenup a-"
The door opened and Alfred opened the door and when he saw how close they were red tainted his cheeks. "Excuse me," he said clearing his throat more embarrassed than they were.
"What?" Darien asked, still holding on to her and their eyes locked.
"Your parents have arrived."
He let her go, "thanks."
She winked and started following the butler out, "show time."
When she entered the foray, Darien passed her by while she slowed her steps so she could watch the family interaction. As she lingered, she watched the level of love and respect, Darien was emanating as he bent to kiss his mother's check and shake his father's hand.
"Let me introduce you to my wife, Serena. Serene these are my parents, Ororo and Logan Howlett."
With a fake smile plastered on her face, She gracefully walked into the room and took Darien's outstretch hands before going to shake his parents his hands. "Hi, nice to meet you."
Staring at them up close, Serena couldn't help but see the obvious different between them. It wasn't that they were an interracial couple that shocked her but the staggering height different.
She was taller than Logan and she was only 5'5. He was 5'4 at best she mused maybe 5'3 and his wife was 5'11 at the very least. How these two ever hooked up was beyond her.
"How are you?" Ororo said smiling as she gazed at the beauty her son married. She looked like an angle, she thought.
"Fine thank you for asking," she then smiled at Logan who just grunted in response. "How about a drink before we eat?"
"Sounds good ta me," he said already heading towards the wet bar.
She looked at his back strangely, his voice was deep and he didn't look like he belonged in his suit like Darien did. In fact, he looked like he was suffocating and would rather be naked.
"Let me get that for you Dad," Darien said reaching to get his old man a Canadian beer, he kept around for him. "What are you having Mom? Serena?"
"White wine." She answered as she sat down across from Serena and smiled warningly at her.
"Apple martini," feeling a bit on the spot, Serena patted down her dress. "Your dress is beautiful Ororo."
She wore a simple yet exquisite spaghetti strap dress that was the same shade of blue as her eyes and her long white hair billowed around her shoulders. "Not as beautiful as yours."
Once their drinks were handed to them, the foursome sipped it in idle silence. An uncomfortable silence at that.
"How did you meet my son, Serena?" Darien's mother inquired, breaking the silence
Serena glanced up and wondered how honest she should be. If she lied Darien would know and blast her for it later but if she told the truth, she would seem like a skank. Mentally she shrugged, skank wasn't too far off.
"Amy introduced us."
Silencer met her admittance as Ororo and Logan looked each other and than at Dairen. Clearing her throat, she took a sip of her wine. "Really?" she asked in disbelief at he soap opera scenario. "Hmm, you and Amy were close then?"
Darien shifted in his seat at the glare his father was giving him.
"Yes we were. She was ah my first friend. Really great girl." She held no ill feelings towards Amy but sadly Amy couldn't say the same.
"How did ya end up wit her man if she's a "really great girl"?" Logan asked, his shrewd eyes taking in every move she made. He was a very good judge of character and something about her was…shifty.
Darien had the grace to color slightly and down his liquor in one swallow. He stood up to go refill his glass when his mother gave him a glare that told him to 'sit his ass down' which he promptly did.
Oh wow. Old man didn't pull the punches did he? She shrugged one slender shoulder and directed her gaze to him, wanting to show that she wasn't scared. "Darien and I found that we were more…compatible." In more ways than one, she thought smirking smugly.
"In bed?" he asked crudely. He knew his son and between Serena and Amy he had no doubt what was on his mind
"Logan!" his wife shouted, mortified that he would ask such a question and she lifted a hand to stop her new daughter-in-law from asking such a question. "Don't answer that."
"I think," Darien said getting up and walking over to his mother, "that dinner should be ready about now." He gripped his mother's hand to escort her to the dining room and before she left, she gave her husband a look that said 'behave'.
Serena looked at Logan after her husband and his mother left the room. "I guess its me and you."
"Sit yer ass down," he barked at her when she would have gotten up and she quickly complied. "Yer scheming." He said pointing a thick finger at her, "I don't wanna know what it is but your scheming bub and my son is in on it."
Nervously, she patted down some hair. "It can't be much of a scheme if he knows about it," she joked.
The corner of his lips went up a little bit but that still didn't put him at ease. "I aint neva said he was a smart one,"
They walked side by side and this would have been the perfect moment for Serena to put his fears to rest and proclaim her undying love to his son…but she didn't. It wouldn't have been true, not really anyway.
Meanwhile
'Where's Kendall?" Darien asked of his younger sister who he had expected to see with his parents.
Ororo frowned. "I am sorry Darien. She didn't want to come."
"Because of Serena?"
She nodded her head, "you know, she was very keen on Amy and she isn't very happy with you."
"Kendall well just has to grow up. We don't always get what we want."
"Did you get what you wanted?" she asked him, stopping him so she could look him in the eyes which wasn't hard to do because of her height.
"You mean is Serena what I want?"
"Is she? You were very happy with Amy and I must say you marrying another woman within a matter of days is very unsettlingly."
Darien shrugged. Did he want Serena? Absolutely. But he had a feeling his mother wasn't talking about his sexual wants. "She is the one I married."
She patted his cheek and then kissed it. "I trust you judgment Darien so if she is the woman you chose, she is the woman for you."
Touched, Darien smiled softly at the woman who saved him and gave his life meaning by taking him into her home.
Dinner passed without really an incident worth mentioning, they kept the conversation light and away from hot topics.
"Hmmm," Ororo moaned as she bite into her strawberry filled cheesecake. "This has to be one of the best cheesecakes I have ever had the pleasure of eating."
Serena beamed as she too took a bite. "Thanks."
"My compliment to your cook….you should try it Logan." He wasn't one for sweets but he took a tiny bite and grunted an agreement.
"It wasn't our cook…I did it."
"You?" Darien asked shocked at her revelation. He immediately thought she was lying, she couldn't cook. She couldn't even boil water without burning it.
"I'm impressed," the older woman said, ignoring her son's outburst. "You have a real talent. How did you learn?" It didn't pass her attention that her son didn't know that his wife could bake which begged to question, how much did he know about his bride?
"My mother was a baker," she sipped at her water while she collected her thoughts. She hated talking about her mother, it made her feel cheap. "And she taught me how to bake," when she wasn't high or drunk or with her johns, she thought snidely.
"What a tasty home to grow up in," She said unaware of the true situation.
Darien looked at her astutely, judging her. Funny what one learns…..
Serena shrugged, avoiding her husband penetrating stare. "Not really. We always had cookbooks around and it just stuck with me."
"There are worse things to stick with someone,"
"Maybe."
Once they were done with dessert, Logan declared it was time to get home since he had to wake up early tomorrow morning.
"Well," she said once they alone, "that wasn't so bad."
Darien groaned but agreed. His father didn't seem to like her very much but his mother didn't seem to have a problem with her.
She put her hand on her hip, looking at him. "You thought it would go horridly bad didn't you?"
"I did know who my wife is." He sneered.
She cut her eyes at him, "fuck you."
He took a step towards her with a predatory look in his eyes, "gladly."
