This Kiss...
Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor moon or associated characters.
Dedication: This is to all my friends who has not yet given up on me despite my stubbornness.
Chapter 1-The V Club
Well, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Serena Tsukino and I am the oldest member of the V club. What is the V club? Well, several things, but in this case, it stands for Virgin Lip club. I am 19 years old and never been kissed. No, I'm not hideously ugly or horrendously antisocial. I do not have any strange diseases that I know of. I'm 5'2", fairly slender with long blond hair that ends right below my knees. Big blue eyes and a loud month complete the reasonably attractive package.
So why? Well, I'm not sure. I don't know what I'm waiting for, but I can't give up on that perfect kiss. My volleyball playing, ballet dancing best friend, Mina likes to scold me about this. Her opinion is that dating is not hard and I should just get off my butt and do it. Well Mina, you've been dating your fiancé for 3 years now and you are an ex-cheerleader, who is now a sorority girl, what do you know about the hardships of dating? My friend Lita thinks it's because dating is not rocket science that I don't do it. I don't know about that either.
As you must all understand, having your friends nag you about your love life or lack of it is just not a lot of fun, so I escaped to France. Okay, I'm not really escaping my friends, it's just my vacation. I'm now alone on the beaches of Nice, in the south of France. The beaches are beautiful, the water is sparkling blue, the sun is shining, and I'm feeling good and getting tanned with a nice corny romance novel.
Of course, like everything else in life, there's a cloud for every silver lining. I have to get some sun block on my back before I become as red as my bikini. The problem with not having friends around is that you don't have anyone to put sun block on your back. Oh well, I'm flexible, if I could just bend my arms a little more. Ahhh!
Suddenly, I hear a deep voice with an Italian accent "Excuse me, do you need some help?" I look up, startled and stare straight at the most beautiful six pack I've ever seen. (I have a thing for guys with good abs. 6 packs = HOT) My eyes travel up and is instantly captured by his sparkling toothy smile and sapphire eyes. Wow, what an Italian!
His smile is starting to waver, probably because I've been a gaping idiot for the last minute and a half. "You do speak English right? Parlez vous francais?"
I snap out of my trance and reply (at last), "I'm sorry, yes I speak English and French, hmmm, what were you asking?". Good job, Serena, way to be an American blond bimbo (mental scolding).
"I asked if you wanted some help? I don't think arms are meant to twist that way on human beings", the Italian Adonis quietely reminds me.
"Oh! Hmmm, sure". I know, no talking or associating with strangers in a foreign countries without references from trusted sources, but he mesmerized me. What can I tell you, I instinctively trust Italian gods?
"Will you turn around?", he asks. I snap out of my thoughts once again and obediently turn my back towards him. As he rubs the cold smooth cream into my back, I try to suppress my shivers. He has good hands, large, warm, and strong. I tell myself to stop this train of thought, because it's not a good idea.
"So, I should introduce myself...my name is Darien. My father was American, which is why I speak English, but my mother is Italian and I grew up in Italy. I speak a little French though, enough to get around anyway since my friends and I vacation here every summer. What about you?" he says.
"Oh yeah, well my name is Serena and I can't believe I'm letting a guy whose name I don't even know put sunblock on my back. No offense, I'm sure you're not an ax murderer or anything, it's just not a good policy. Okay, anyway, I'm an American and I just finished summer school in Paris, so I'm here on vacation.", comes my bumbling reply.
"Well, I'm all done here", he turns me around gently and places a gentle kiss on each of my cheeks. "Enchante, Serena, now we're not strangers anymore and I promise you that I'm not a criminal", he says with a meltingly sweet smile on his face.
"Okay", was the only reply I can think of.
"Can I buy you a Coke, I heard you Americans are addicted to that stuff.", he then winks charmingly and offers me his hand.
I place my hand into his and simply nod. I've always hoped I'd meet someone in Europe, but I really didn't expect to.
Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor moon or associated characters.
Dedication: This is to all my friends who has not yet given up on me despite my stubbornness.
Chapter 1-The V Club
Well, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Serena Tsukino and I am the oldest member of the V club. What is the V club? Well, several things, but in this case, it stands for Virgin Lip club. I am 19 years old and never been kissed. No, I'm not hideously ugly or horrendously antisocial. I do not have any strange diseases that I know of. I'm 5'2", fairly slender with long blond hair that ends right below my knees. Big blue eyes and a loud month complete the reasonably attractive package.
So why? Well, I'm not sure. I don't know what I'm waiting for, but I can't give up on that perfect kiss. My volleyball playing, ballet dancing best friend, Mina likes to scold me about this. Her opinion is that dating is not hard and I should just get off my butt and do it. Well Mina, you've been dating your fiancé for 3 years now and you are an ex-cheerleader, who is now a sorority girl, what do you know about the hardships of dating? My friend Lita thinks it's because dating is not rocket science that I don't do it. I don't know about that either.
As you must all understand, having your friends nag you about your love life or lack of it is just not a lot of fun, so I escaped to France. Okay, I'm not really escaping my friends, it's just my vacation. I'm now alone on the beaches of Nice, in the south of France. The beaches are beautiful, the water is sparkling blue, the sun is shining, and I'm feeling good and getting tanned with a nice corny romance novel.
Of course, like everything else in life, there's a cloud for every silver lining. I have to get some sun block on my back before I become as red as my bikini. The problem with not having friends around is that you don't have anyone to put sun block on your back. Oh well, I'm flexible, if I could just bend my arms a little more. Ahhh!
Suddenly, I hear a deep voice with an Italian accent "Excuse me, do you need some help?" I look up, startled and stare straight at the most beautiful six pack I've ever seen. (I have a thing for guys with good abs. 6 packs = HOT) My eyes travel up and is instantly captured by his sparkling toothy smile and sapphire eyes. Wow, what an Italian!
His smile is starting to waver, probably because I've been a gaping idiot for the last minute and a half. "You do speak English right? Parlez vous francais?"
I snap out of my trance and reply (at last), "I'm sorry, yes I speak English and French, hmmm, what were you asking?". Good job, Serena, way to be an American blond bimbo (mental scolding).
"I asked if you wanted some help? I don't think arms are meant to twist that way on human beings", the Italian Adonis quietely reminds me.
"Oh! Hmmm, sure". I know, no talking or associating with strangers in a foreign countries without references from trusted sources, but he mesmerized me. What can I tell you, I instinctively trust Italian gods?
"Will you turn around?", he asks. I snap out of my thoughts once again and obediently turn my back towards him. As he rubs the cold smooth cream into my back, I try to suppress my shivers. He has good hands, large, warm, and strong. I tell myself to stop this train of thought, because it's not a good idea.
"So, I should introduce myself...my name is Darien. My father was American, which is why I speak English, but my mother is Italian and I grew up in Italy. I speak a little French though, enough to get around anyway since my friends and I vacation here every summer. What about you?" he says.
"Oh yeah, well my name is Serena and I can't believe I'm letting a guy whose name I don't even know put sunblock on my back. No offense, I'm sure you're not an ax murderer or anything, it's just not a good policy. Okay, anyway, I'm an American and I just finished summer school in Paris, so I'm here on vacation.", comes my bumbling reply.
"Well, I'm all done here", he turns me around gently and places a gentle kiss on each of my cheeks. "Enchante, Serena, now we're not strangers anymore and I promise you that I'm not a criminal", he says with a meltingly sweet smile on his face.
"Okay", was the only reply I can think of.
"Can I buy you a Coke, I heard you Americans are addicted to that stuff.", he then winks charmingly and offers me his hand.
I place my hand into his and simply nod. I've always hoped I'd meet someone in Europe, but I really didn't expect to.