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Sailor Moon.
You're The One
Chapter 5: What did happen anyway?
'Oh my god!' Serena thought her eyes snapping open. She looked
around. A sheet was wrapped around her and Darien as they lay on what
Serena assumed to be Darien's bed. Darien had one of his hands wrapped
around her stomach and the other in a rather not so nice place. (AN: one
that is not allowed to be mentioned...) Serena lightly pulled up the
sheet and sighed with relief. Her clothes were still covering her,
although a little... ok A LOT wrinkled. Serena began to sit up and
lied down again as Darien groaned and rubbed his hands up and down her
body. Serena again attempted to get away, with more success this time
around. Serena looked down at her sleeping partner, a contented smile on
his gorgeous face. Darien shifted again, reveling Darien's top-less
torso, and a rather buff 6-pack. Serena's mouth dropped open, and she
turned away. 'I thought he was buff, but well...' Serena thought walking
into Darien's kitchen in search of a Tylenol to help her splitting
headache.
Darien's brown eyes flickered open and he sat up. But soon the
force of a rather large headache forced him to lay back down. Suddenly a
realization hit him with the force of an elephant. Serena...Him...bar...
drunk. He had no recollection of the night after Serena had kissed his
neck and then passed out. Darien rubbed his neck and closed his eyes.
'This is NOT happening.' Darien thought and looked down to find that his
shirt was no longer where it should be, on his chest. Darien quickly
stood up, making his head spin, maybe he had some Tylenol, and anyway,
what did he know, after all Serena wasn't even there, maybe he had just
stumbled home himself. Darien walked into the doorway of his kitchen,
brushing a hand through his hair. There he came to see Serena, reaching
way up in one of his cabinets, feeling around for a bottle of pills that
rested on the shelf. Her shirt rode up slightly reveling her smooth,
pale skin. He cleared his throat, (An: Yes I KNOW he does that a lot
but... who cares) and Serena flipped around, dropping the bottle that
she had gripped in her hand.
Sailor Moon.
You're The One
Chapter 5: What did happen anyway?
'Oh my god!' Serena thought her eyes snapping open. She looked
around. A sheet was wrapped around her and Darien as they lay on what
Serena assumed to be Darien's bed. Darien had one of his hands wrapped
around her stomach and the other in a rather not so nice place. (AN: one
that is not allowed to be mentioned...) Serena lightly pulled up the
sheet and sighed with relief. Her clothes were still covering her,
although a little... ok A LOT wrinkled. Serena began to sit up and
lied down again as Darien groaned and rubbed his hands up and down her
body. Serena again attempted to get away, with more success this time
around. Serena looked down at her sleeping partner, a contented smile on
his gorgeous face. Darien shifted again, reveling Darien's top-less
torso, and a rather buff 6-pack. Serena's mouth dropped open, and she
turned away. 'I thought he was buff, but well...' Serena thought walking
into Darien's kitchen in search of a Tylenol to help her splitting
headache.
Darien's brown eyes flickered open and he sat up. But soon the
force of a rather large headache forced him to lay back down. Suddenly a
realization hit him with the force of an elephant. Serena...Him...bar...
drunk. He had no recollection of the night after Serena had kissed his
neck and then passed out. Darien rubbed his neck and closed his eyes.
'This is NOT happening.' Darien thought and looked down to find that his
shirt was no longer where it should be, on his chest. Darien quickly
stood up, making his head spin, maybe he had some Tylenol, and anyway,
what did he know, after all Serena wasn't even there, maybe he had just
stumbled home himself. Darien walked into the doorway of his kitchen,
brushing a hand through his hair. There he came to see Serena, reaching
way up in one of his cabinets, feeling around for a bottle of pills that
rested on the shelf. Her shirt rode up slightly reveling her smooth,
pale skin. He cleared his throat, (An: Yes I KNOW he does that a lot
but... who cares) and Serena flipped around, dropping the bottle that
she had gripped in her hand.