This Kiss...
Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor moon or associated characters.
Dedication: To my friend, "Lita", who taught me to be competitive with a smile.
Chapter 5--Le Reve
Le Reve, the club Darien and I are entering is like one of my fantasies come true. The one where I'm the most beautiful and sophisticated girl in a room full of beautiful people and I'm with the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. Well, at least part of it is true. Darien is the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. The club is great, it has a warm polished look to it and everything is made of mahogany and silk. The dance floor shines under dim and sultry lights and music alternates between spanish salsas and american R&B songs. In other words, like everything else this evening, it's wonderful...
Darien has not released my hand yet and I don't want him to. I feel so wonderfully alive and I want to dance so badly. Darien must have been sensing that, because the next thing I know, we're on that beautiful polished dance floor. It's a salsa this time and we are moving beautifully together with our hips swinging, hands clinging, and smiles radiating. My friend, Molly once said, "If you can dance with a guy, you can be with a guy." I hope she's right, because Darien and I can dance. It feels so great to let the music flow through me and for a short period of time, nothing matters except for the music and us. Darien is a great leader and I feel like an instrument that he is skillfully playing, spinning, holding, and caressing. Dancing is a strange addiction to me, it's one of the few times that I truly let go and let someone else take control. Needless to say, that's what makes it feel so great with the right partner. The music ends and Darien slowly dips towards the floor, my body is almost parallel, yet I feel so boneless that it is nearly effortless to bend to him.
He straightens and I move with him. When we are finally standing again, I whispher in his ear, "Thank you Darien, that was fantastic...".
He smiles and tenderly brushes my hair away from my face. "You're welcome, I've never danced like that before".
"I know, no worries about the steps or what your partner's going to do. It's like we cheoreograph it, I always knew what to do. I didn't know what you were going to do, but I didn't need to", I reply.
He smiles again, this time it's the full 100 watt smile that I'm starting to crave. "Let's get a drink!"
I nod and smile back. We order two wates and look for a place to sit. Unfortunately, there's only one open seat. So...we have to share. He sits down and I sit down. On him. He makes a solid and heated seat. (wink). It feels so strange to be sitting there in his lap, perfectly comfortably, even though I've known him for less than 24 hours. He chuckles and says, " As much as I love having gorgeous blonds sit in my lap and strangely, I'm perfectly comfortable. I want to make sure you're okay, becaues I can stand".
I shake my head and hid my face in the crook of his neck as I blush. "No, I'm comfortable here.", I whispher. He puts his hand on my back and without a word soothes me with comforting strokes. We sit there in silence, just listening to the music for five minutes. It's wonderful to be able to enjoy silence with someone. I hope Darien feels the same way.
Suddenly, I am lifted into the air. Startled, I put my arms around his neck and squeak, "DARIEN!".
He just grins and whirls us around before setting me on the floor. "It's my favorite song". The club is playing one of R.Kelly's hits. It's slow, romantic, and a little bit sexy too. I am so close to Darien, my arms are still around his neck and we start moving together to the music. It's a slow dance, a lot of swaying, leaning, sighing, and just a few spins. I can't describe how I feel, so I'll just sigh... sigh
We continued dancing for hours and now it's two o'clock cam around, we have to leave. I am so tired, I lean against Darien for support with my arm around his waist and my head aginst his shoulders. He is tired too, I can tell because he's leaning on me too. Hie arms are around my shoulders and his foot steps are slow and steady, but we are both smiling because we feel wonderful. It's the adjective of the day or should I say date?
He turns and asks, "Can I walk you home?"
"Of course." I reply with a smile as I turn and hug him. "You might have to carry me, my feet are killing me."
I am joking of course, but he takes me seriously. So here I am, at 2AM, being carried home by my studly Italian. I'll probably wake up soon, but meanwhile I'm going to enjoy this. I lean my head against his strong shoulders and put my arms around his neck. He's just so warm and firm...that was my last coherent thought...
Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor moon or associated characters.
Dedication: To my friend, "Lita", who taught me to be competitive with a smile.
Chapter 5--Le Reve
Le Reve, the club Darien and I are entering is like one of my fantasies come true. The one where I'm the most beautiful and sophisticated girl in a room full of beautiful people and I'm with the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. Well, at least part of it is true. Darien is the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. The club is great, it has a warm polished look to it and everything is made of mahogany and silk. The dance floor shines under dim and sultry lights and music alternates between spanish salsas and american R&B songs. In other words, like everything else this evening, it's wonderful...
Darien has not released my hand yet and I don't want him to. I feel so wonderfully alive and I want to dance so badly. Darien must have been sensing that, because the next thing I know, we're on that beautiful polished dance floor. It's a salsa this time and we are moving beautifully together with our hips swinging, hands clinging, and smiles radiating. My friend, Molly once said, "If you can dance with a guy, you can be with a guy." I hope she's right, because Darien and I can dance. It feels so great to let the music flow through me and for a short period of time, nothing matters except for the music and us. Darien is a great leader and I feel like an instrument that he is skillfully playing, spinning, holding, and caressing. Dancing is a strange addiction to me, it's one of the few times that I truly let go and let someone else take control. Needless to say, that's what makes it feel so great with the right partner. The music ends and Darien slowly dips towards the floor, my body is almost parallel, yet I feel so boneless that it is nearly effortless to bend to him.
He straightens and I move with him. When we are finally standing again, I whispher in his ear, "Thank you Darien, that was fantastic...".
He smiles and tenderly brushes my hair away from my face. "You're welcome, I've never danced like that before".
"I know, no worries about the steps or what your partner's going to do. It's like we cheoreograph it, I always knew what to do. I didn't know what you were going to do, but I didn't need to", I reply.
He smiles again, this time it's the full 100 watt smile that I'm starting to crave. "Let's get a drink!"
I nod and smile back. We order two wates and look for a place to sit. Unfortunately, there's only one open seat. So...we have to share. He sits down and I sit down. On him. He makes a solid and heated seat. (wink). It feels so strange to be sitting there in his lap, perfectly comfortably, even though I've known him for less than 24 hours. He chuckles and says, " As much as I love having gorgeous blonds sit in my lap and strangely, I'm perfectly comfortable. I want to make sure you're okay, becaues I can stand".
I shake my head and hid my face in the crook of his neck as I blush. "No, I'm comfortable here.", I whispher. He puts his hand on my back and without a word soothes me with comforting strokes. We sit there in silence, just listening to the music for five minutes. It's wonderful to be able to enjoy silence with someone. I hope Darien feels the same way.
Suddenly, I am lifted into the air. Startled, I put my arms around his neck and squeak, "DARIEN!".
He just grins and whirls us around before setting me on the floor. "It's my favorite song". The club is playing one of R.Kelly's hits. It's slow, romantic, and a little bit sexy too. I am so close to Darien, my arms are still around his neck and we start moving together to the music. It's a slow dance, a lot of swaying, leaning, sighing, and just a few spins. I can't describe how I feel, so I'll just sigh... sigh
We continued dancing for hours and now it's two o'clock cam around, we have to leave. I am so tired, I lean against Darien for support with my arm around his waist and my head aginst his shoulders. He is tired too, I can tell because he's leaning on me too. Hie arms are around my shoulders and his foot steps are slow and steady, but we are both smiling because we feel wonderful. It's the adjective of the day or should I say date?
He turns and asks, "Can I walk you home?"
"Of course." I reply with a smile as I turn and hug him. "You might have to carry me, my feet are killing me."
I am joking of course, but he takes me seriously. So here I am, at 2AM, being carried home by my studly Italian. I'll probably wake up soon, but meanwhile I'm going to enjoy this. I lean my head against his strong shoulders and put my arms around his neck. He's just so warm and firm...that was my last coherent thought...