Okay, this is
the next book in my series Book on Love. The series goes as follows
When Memories
Fail (Complete) (Present)
Escapades of
Love: An Interlude (Incomplete)(Present)
Before the
Love Was Lost (Not started yet) (Past)
Where the
Love Began (Incomplete) (Past)
Escapades of
Love: An Interlude 2 (Not started yet) (Present)
Sailor Moon Resurrection:
Secret of the Eternal Soldiers (Not started yet) (Future)
Just so that you understand and I don't confuse, the series jumps back and forth thru time, a lot times a past event in a particular book is spoken of, but not explained, this is because one of the other books actually goes back in the past so that you can see the events unfold for yourself. This whole series travels thru the three (?) Millenniums I believe, starting with Silver, with Serena and Darien as the center of them all. Don't worry though, the other characters will be there. It will take some time for me to bang out this whole series, but eventually I will get there. Anyways, here's the start of the second book in the series. Please let me know what you think.
Escapades of
Love: An Interlude
Part One: Lock
the Door
By Millennium
Guard/MG/Mad hatter/MG19
"Oh my
Selene!" Serena shrieked as she looked down at Darien whom lay beneath her
looking up, and just as shocked as she. "That didn't just happen."
"Honey...I...I
think it did." He sighed.
"No it
didn't...see, there's nobody at the door...nope, nobody there." She
continued. "Nobody just walked in on us."
"It
happened."
"If you
stop saying that, maybe our problem could go away."
"Usako."
She sighed as she tumbled from her perch atop him to lie flat on her back.
"This is
your fault you know." She accused as she looked up at the ceiling.
"My
fault?" He adjusted his position so that he now lay resting on one elbow,
his eyes focusing disbelievingly at her.
"If you
hadn't been so insistent."
"I can't
believe I'm hearing this! It takes two to tango you know!" He glared at
her as he sat up quickly and brought the sheets up around his nude form.
"Oh
please, you seduced me and you know it." She sat up, lifted thin straps of
her white and albeit very short, negligee, and adjusted the flimsy clothe
around her body. "You took advantage of my weakness for being pregnant and
the fact that 95% of the time my hormones control my body!"
"I did
not! You didn't need much coaxing for all this too happen!" He argued, his
hands stretching out in gesture.
"Exactly!
But you coaxed right?"
"Oh please,
coaxing my a*s! With that strip of cloth you're wearing that barely covers your
body at all, you might as well have been naked! And must we forget so easily
who was on top??"
"Oooh!"
She balled her fists at her sides, exhibiting her frustration. "That's only
because I have a basketball for a stomach which may I remind you is also your
fault, and having SEX on my BACK...is NOT the MOST COMfortable THING, IN THE
UNIVERSE!" She paused. "And let us NOT forget, who placed me on top!"
"Like
you didn't like it there!" He continued. "If I remember correctly,
your exact words were 'Oh Mamo-chan! It feels so good! Oh Mamo-chan! Mamo-chan
ye-" She hit him over the head with a pillow before crossing her arms over
her stomach.
"Let me
remind you that you're the one who forgot about your plans early this morning
and that you should have anticipated this. Furthermore, if you have something
more to complain about, then I suggest you take it to the chaise, cause that is
where you will be sleeping tonight your HiGHNESS!" And as all men before
him who were faced with the ultimatum of no sex, Darien collapsed like a blown
up building.
"Hey,
calm down, let's not get hysterical here."
"Hysterical!
Who's hysterical? I am NOT, GETTING, HYSYTERICAL!" She rearranged her crossed
arms only to cross them again in annoyance; he put his hands up in defeat.
"You're
right, I'm wrong." He decided to just give up on the argument, with all
the fast coming mood swings she always had, he'd never win anyway.
"Don't
you know it." She remarked in response to his apology before sighing with
finality. "I'm supposed to be the innocent one...Mommies always are."
She pouted as she passed small fingers through her long white diamond strands. "But
now, I probably look like some crazy fat pregnant mother who sat on her son's
father half naked and almost wrestled him to death."
"If it
makes you feel any better, I like the part when you sat on me and wrestled me
to death."
"It
doesn't." She grumbled. He turned towards her and groaned before
continuing.
"I can't
believe we're forced to come up with an explanation for sex for a four and a
half year old boy."