Author's Notes: Okay for my new section on my web site I'm kicking
it off with my own entry. This story is part of something called, Letter's
to the Moon Goddess.
- Mamoru's Playmate [aka Sere-chan]
Disclaimers: Standard Sailor Moon disclaimer's apply. And this story is done in a Red Shoe Diary form. Also this story is highly AU and in some spots not suitable for readers under the age of 17 unless your parents allow you to such materials and you feel comfortable with it!!
Letter's to the Moon Goddess - The Beautiful Stranger
by Mamoru's Playmate ( TuxsAngelSere@netscape.net )
Prologue - Part One
A young blonde woman looks out into the night's sky. The moon is full and brightly shinning as she gazes into it while running a soothing hand over her swollen abdomen. And in a dreamily state imagine's a handsome man with dark hair and midnight blue eyes.
Dear Moon Goddess,
About six months ago I met the most amazing woman. She had blonde hair that looked like golden rays of sunshine and a pair of blue eyes that looked like the ocan. I miss her very much and I wish I could see her more often.
The night we met there was a bad thunderstorm and it had taken down the phone lines and the electric with it. I had been cooking me some soup on the gas stove when I heard a knock at the door. And when I answered it their she stood.
"Hello, would you happen to have a phone that works, because I can't call anyone on my cell phone," asked the girl.
"The storm knocked out the phones about fifteen minutes ago along with the lights."
"Shit! I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with a broke down car that I can't get towed because the phones are down," she exclaimed hastily.
"I can't offer you a phone, but I can offer you a nice warm place to stay for the night."
I think that's when she cheered up a little. Of course she looked cold since her clothes where soaked from the rain.
"Why did it have to rain on the night my car decides to brake down," she asked herself as she walked inside.
"Maybe it's a sign, like you need a change in your life or something. I know you showing up on my doorstep is for me."
"How so," she asked.
"I have this friend who keeps telling me that I need a woman in my life, but I'm stuck here."
"Sounds kind of like what my sister says to me, but I'm always busy. I'm either busting my butt for my job or I'm babysitting for my sister. Then just to upset her husband, she keeps asking about some friend of his," replied the woman.
"Before I forget to ask what would a beautiful angel like yourself name be?"
"Serena. And what might a handsome devil like yours be," Serena asked.
"Darien. I have some soup on the stove if you would like some. Actually, I was just about ready to eat when you knocked on the door."
"Sure, anything is better then having to suffer though my sister's cooking," remarked Serena as she put her purse on the table next to the couch.
I had never experinced a situation like this before. A very beautiful stranger ends up on my doorstep soaked to the bone. I even wonder if she notices that her top is well a little see-through when wet.
"Here you go. I hope you enjoy my soup!"
"Well, it's better then the so called hot food that my sister makes," commented Serena.
"Before I agreed to work for my friend, I used to work as a chief in a restaurant."
"That was really good. Now I just have one problem," said Serena.
"What's that?"
"I'm tried," replied Serena.
"Only a good cook can make his company feel tired after a hot meal on a cold rainy night!"
She smiled as I took the dishes that sat in front of her and placed them in the sink to wash later.
"Would you like me to show you to your room for the night?"
"As long as you come with it to keep me warm. They say body heat is the best way to keep warm on cold nights," she exclaimed as I helped her out of the chair.
To Be Continued ...
- Mamoru's Playmate [aka Sere-chan]
Disclaimers: Standard Sailor Moon disclaimer's apply. And this story is done in a Red Shoe Diary form. Also this story is highly AU and in some spots not suitable for readers under the age of 17 unless your parents allow you to such materials and you feel comfortable with it!!
Letter's to the Moon Goddess - The Beautiful Stranger
by Mamoru's Playmate ( TuxsAngelSere@netscape.net )
Prologue - Part One
A young blonde woman looks out into the night's sky. The moon is full and brightly shinning as she gazes into it while running a soothing hand over her swollen abdomen. And in a dreamily state imagine's a handsome man with dark hair and midnight blue eyes.
Dear Moon Goddess,
About six months ago I met the most amazing woman. She had blonde hair that looked like golden rays of sunshine and a pair of blue eyes that looked like the ocan. I miss her very much and I wish I could see her more often.
The night we met there was a bad thunderstorm and it had taken down the phone lines and the electric with it. I had been cooking me some soup on the gas stove when I heard a knock at the door. And when I answered it their she stood.
"Hello, would you happen to have a phone that works, because I can't call anyone on my cell phone," asked the girl.
"The storm knocked out the phones about fifteen minutes ago along with the lights."
"Shit! I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with a broke down car that I can't get towed because the phones are down," she exclaimed hastily.
"I can't offer you a phone, but I can offer you a nice warm place to stay for the night."
I think that's when she cheered up a little. Of course she looked cold since her clothes where soaked from the rain.
"Why did it have to rain on the night my car decides to brake down," she asked herself as she walked inside.
"Maybe it's a sign, like you need a change in your life or something. I know you showing up on my doorstep is for me."
"How so," she asked.
"I have this friend who keeps telling me that I need a woman in my life, but I'm stuck here."
"Sounds kind of like what my sister says to me, but I'm always busy. I'm either busting my butt for my job or I'm babysitting for my sister. Then just to upset her husband, she keeps asking about some friend of his," replied the woman.
"Before I forget to ask what would a beautiful angel like yourself name be?"
"Serena. And what might a handsome devil like yours be," Serena asked.
"Darien. I have some soup on the stove if you would like some. Actually, I was just about ready to eat when you knocked on the door."
"Sure, anything is better then having to suffer though my sister's cooking," remarked Serena as she put her purse on the table next to the couch.
I had never experinced a situation like this before. A very beautiful stranger ends up on my doorstep soaked to the bone. I even wonder if she notices that her top is well a little see-through when wet.
"Here you go. I hope you enjoy my soup!"
"Well, it's better then the so called hot food that my sister makes," commented Serena.
"Before I agreed to work for my friend, I used to work as a chief in a restaurant."
"That was really good. Now I just have one problem," said Serena.
"What's that?"
"I'm tried," replied Serena.
"Only a good cook can make his company feel tired after a hot meal on a cold rainy night!"
She smiled as I took the dishes that sat in front of her and placed them in the sink to wash later.
"Would you like me to show you to your room for the night?"
"As long as you come with it to keep me warm. They say body heat is the best way to keep warm on cold nights," she exclaimed as I helped her out of the chair.
To Be Continued ...