Disclaimer: K you know the drill I don't own Sailor Moon

Disclaimer: K you know the drill I don't own Sailor Moon.

 

 

Author notes: Hi everyone, Turtle Recall has revised this for me. It is great to have an editor.  I know I needed one and she's really good at it so far! I really love this cause I hate proofreading, so this is great. Please read this again and let Turtle and me know what you think.

 

Fire and Lace

Story By Hitomi De Fanel

Edited By Turtle Recall

 

Chapter Five

 

 

 

Serena could feel her world spinning out of control as Darien kissed her. His hands around her waist pressed her body tightly against his. She arched into his embrace. But a thought entered her mind. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if this was what she really wanted. Did she really know what she wanted? Or was she simply listening to what her body craved? Her heart raced in her chest as he took her to new heights of pleasure. The questions stopped seeming important, as she felt nimble hands caressing her every inch.

But Darien had doubts of his own. As his hands wandered to different parts of her body, his mind desperately tried to refocus. What's happening to me? he thought, his heart racing in his chest as his exploration revealed every sensuous curve. When did I become the hunted, not the hunter? When did I start turning down a beautiful woman's advances? A woman? What exactly am I doing with a...sixteen year-old...girl? He began to realize the ramifications of his actions. Not a woman, but a young girl. With that final bit of information, his mind won the internal struggle. He wrenched violently away from her, almost throwing her. She fell to the floor at his feet, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"I can't do this," he stated. He reluctantly closed his eyes, preventing himself from seeing the seductive picture her prone form made on his Persian rug. He struggled to force the image to leave his mind while fighting to control his breathing. When he opened his eyes again, she was standing, her eyes filled with concern.

"You're leaving now!" he stated, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her bodily to the door. She scrambled to keep up with his long strides.

"I don't understand. W-what's wrong? What did I do?" Serena pleaded as he pulled her along. Her questions remained unanswered as they arrived at his car. After being forced in, she looked toward him for an answer. His face strained, he finally spoke.

"Where do you live?" he asked, starting the engine. She gave it to him with a slight tremor in her voice. The rest of the ride was spent in silence, as Darien raced the streets to her home.

At the penthouse, they rode the elevator in silence. He walked her to her door and turned to leave. Serena grabbed his arm, forcing him to face her for the first time since they had left his home.

"Why?" she asked simply. He stared down at her, his face spread briefly with a range of emotions before quickly becoming masked. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it and leaned, kissing her gently on the lips.

"Goodnight Serena," he whispered. Then he turned and walked away.

Serena leaned against the door. Her mind was awash with a jumble of emotions as she finally turned to open her door. When safely inside, she went immediately to her room, running a warm bubble bath. She undressed and got in, allowing herself to sink into the soothing warmth of the waters.

As she replayed the evening in her mind, she mentally acknowledged that it was moving too quickly. But wasn't it her position to say 'Whoa, this is going to fast,' rather than his?  But then again, she didn't really want to say that. I don't understand men, she thought with a sigh as she played with the bubbles. Now he probably hates me. The tears were beginning to form as the scent of fresh strawberries filled the room. What are two lousy years anyway? she thought in frustration. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. I know it. I could feel it.  She closed her eyes and replayed the forceful embrace in her mind, causing warm tingles to run down her body as if in echo. She shook her head to clear the image. When she heard a noise in her room, her eyes snapped open. She turned, and grabbing her robe, she got out of the tub. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she grabbed a glass bottle of bath beads and slowly entered her room. Oh great, what else can happen tonight? she thought, as she peeked in the doorway. She silently cursed herself for not turning on the light in her room. She crept to the door, flicking on the light as her eyes swept the room. Nothing, she thought, sighing. Then, a knock on her door made her jump with a shriek.

"Who's there?" she asked, locking the door and backing away.

"It's me," a familiar male voice rang out. "Are you ok?" Brad asked, jiggling the doorknob. "Serena?" He stopped jiggling the doorknob.

Serena walked to the door, opening it a crack. "I'm fine. You don't need to stay here, you know. We do have a phone" she stated angrily. "Besides, you scared the crap out of me!  Were you in my room?" she asked angrily.

"No, of course not," Brad stated, his tone a little too playful for her liking.

"Well you can go home now," she stated, eyes narrowed.

"I don't think so Serena. As I said before, I'm responsible for you until your aunt gets back. So I'll be staying right here." He paused. "Well in the guest room anyway," he ended with a smirk, leaning against the door jam.

"Fine, have it your way," she bit, slamming the door. She walked to the bathroom to drain the tub, the idea of getting back in too uncomfortable. She went to her dresser to get a nightgown, a little angry at the fact she had gotten her robe wet. She pulled out a pale pink satin pajama top; discarding the robe she slipped the material over her head. After putting on matching panties she glanced at the clock. 10:45pm it read. With a sigh, she opened the door to her room and was relieved to see that Brad had departed. She then headed downstairs. He must have gone to bed, she thought, breathing an unconscious sigh of relief. In the kitchen, she grabbed a container of Häggen Daaz chocolate ice cream and headed for the den. She turned on the radio, and picking up a book she sat on the sofa and began to read. For now, she just really needed to clear her mind of the night's events. If anything could do it, Stephen King's IT could.

 

Almost two hours later…

 

After reading only a small part, Serena found the book way creepier than the movie. Frankly, it was giving her the chills. The worst part was that it didn't take her mind off the whole Darien situation. The more she thought about it, the worse she felt. She finally put the book down; looking at what used to be a pint of ice cream, she found she had devoured the entire container. With a sigh, she went to the kitchen to throw the container away.

In the kitchen, a discomforting sight confronted her. Brad stood at the counter, downing a drink and then immediately refilling his glass. He had his back turned to her and was wearing nothing but a pajama bottom. It took him a while to notice her, but when he did, he spun to face her. He stood staring at her from his position leaning against the counter.

 "Have you no shame?" she asked in an angry tone, crossing to the trash compactor.  I wish he would just go home, she thought as she turned to leave. She was stopped short of her exit when he extended his hand, catching her by the elbow.

"I could ask you the same thing," he said, taking a sip of his drink. He stared for a moment, studying her startled, confused expression.

 "What?" she stated in a gasp. What the hell is he talking about? she thought, staring up at him.

He emptied the glass and placed it on the counter. "Just look at you!" he yelled.  He then paused, looking her over for a moment. "You look so innocent and yet…" He trailed off, thinking of how provocative the oversized pajama top she wore made her look.

Serena could feel her heart beating rapidly. The hungry glint in his eyes was unnerving. She had experienced firsthand enough of the problems of drinking with her Aunt Beryl. Brad's current condition made her very nervous, as an angry drunk was not something she wanted to deal with again. His stone-faced appearance demanded attention, and the courage to confront him slipped like a puddle onto the floor. In its place grew a fear of angering him further. 

"I don't know what you are talking about," she stated, the words coming out as barely a whisper. She gently wiggled her arm, trying to free it from his grasp. The tension she felt was making it hard even to breathe. She was close to freeing her arm, when his next statement left her staring in shock.

"Don't play coy with me Serena," he barked, making her jump as he tightened his grip almost painfully. He pulled her toward him "You can't stand there and tell me you…you didn't…." The words came through clenched teeth, his jaw taut with anger.  "Darien Shields is no mere boy. He's known for his sexual escapades. He doesn't care anything about you. You're just a…" he paused. "How could you let him…let him…" the words once again trailing off.  "He had you didn't he?" he asked in a growl, his breathing ragged and erratic.

Serena's eyes grew wide. " I didn't…he…we didn't do anything," she stuttered, her eyes beginning to water. "We only had dinner," she stated, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

"Don't lie to me," he bit back in reply.

 She shook her head. "I'm not," she stated. "Please let me go, Brad," she begged, her pleading eyes brimming with tears.  "Please don't…" she choked.

"Don't what?" he whispered, pulling her closer. "Hmm…don't what, Serena?" he repeated hoarsely into her ear.

 

 

 

To be continued…

 

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