This Kiss...
Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor moon or associated characters.
Dedication: To my friend, "Luna", who truly had an inspiringly wonderful first kiss.
Chapter 6 -- The Kiss
It's not a dream. I really am being carried by a studly Italian, my studly Italian, Darien. His shoulder is solid and warm and his hands are firm and gentle as he carries me towards my hotel. I am slowly returning to consciousness and he must realize that, because he looked down at me the moment I opened my eyes.
"Hey there, you're awake...", he whisphers.
"Yeah," I reply blushing, "you don't have to carry me, I can walk now if you want. I'm sorry I fell on sleep you on like that."
He grins, "It's okay, I enjoy carrying beautiful women. It makes me feel so manly".
I laugh at the thought of Darien needing to justify his manliness. "Let's take a detour. I want to walk on the beach".
"Okay". He sets me down slowly and I slid down his body with my arms around his neck. I am blushing because I can feel his heat (not to mention his six pack) and his eyes are on me this whole time.
"Thanks", I whishper as I slowly slide my arms from his neck
"You're very welcome...", he says as he catches my hands in his. His eyes are looking into mine and I am drowning in their blue, turbulent depth. I know that there is so much to him that I don't know, yet I know I understand his core. What's important to him and what makes him smile. I know how to comfort him and I know I want this night to last forever.
"Shall we, my lady?", he says solemnly.
"Certainly, sir.", I reply laughingly.
As we walk hand in hand along the rocky beaches of Nice, a comfortable silence reigns. Each of us are busy with our own thoughts and reflections. The waves are crashing gently seeking to conquer the beach. The cresent moon shines brightly and hangs like a beautiful necklace in a bed of diamond studded velvet.
"Darien, my hotel's right across the street now, let's sit for a while." I say.
"Okay." He sits down and gently pulls me into his lap. I lean against his strong shoulder and chest and I can't help but sigh.
"What's wrong?", he asks.
"Nothing, it's just that I'm leaving tomorrow and I...I really like you Darien and I'm going to miss you.", I say sadly and I hide my face against his shirt.]
"Hey, don't say that. I really like you too and we can keep in touch. I'm coming to California in a few months anyway. We'll be close enough to see each other then", he says.
"Hey, that's right. I almost forgot that. I'm so glad Darien. If nothing else, I hate to lose a friend and maybe...more", I reply shyly.
"Oh, there's no maybes about it, my lovely Serena. It's definitely something more. I've never met anyone like you. You're funny, sweet, beautiful, and my perfect match.', he says sweetly with that gentle smile of his.
Then he tightens his hold on me and starts to lean down. His face is now the only thing I see and his eyes hold me captive. "Serena, may I kiss you?", he asks.
I am not prepared for this situation and the only thing I can manage is a slight nod. It must be enought for Darien, because the next thing I know, his lips are pressed sweetly against mine. A slow heat, like a lovely warm cloud envelope me and my arms slowly creep up around his neck. I open my mouth to gasp in wonder over that lovely feeling and I feel his warm tongue. I feel as if electric shocks are going though my body and I think nothing of being shy or modest. Only feeling and wondering. It feels so good. I finally gather enough courage to mimic his movements with my tongue. His mouth is sweet and slick, tasting of wine and chocolate. I can get addicted to this...
We finally break apart and I lean my head against him in sheer embarrassement.
"Wow", he quietly whisphers, "That was great."
I smile and reply, "Yeah, it was beautiful."
We sit there for a long time, holding each other, talking and occasionally kissing. We even got to watch the sunrise together. I never thought I would be awake for a sunrise, I'm not really a morning person.
It's beautiful, the sun's early rays reflecting the ocean and creating myriads of colors. The reflections are like molten silk, so beautifully smooth and vibrant. I know I'd never forget this night and this sunrise.
With one last meltingly sweet kiss against the back drop of the newly risen sun, we start to cross the street. Darien walks me to my door and says, "Good night, Serena", he then slips a piece of paper into my hands, gives one last hug and a gentle kiss on the check. Then he is gone...
Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor moon or associated characters.
Dedication: To my friend, "Luna", who truly had an inspiringly wonderful first kiss.
Chapter 6 -- The Kiss
It's not a dream. I really am being carried by a studly Italian, my studly Italian, Darien. His shoulder is solid and warm and his hands are firm and gentle as he carries me towards my hotel. I am slowly returning to consciousness and he must realize that, because he looked down at me the moment I opened my eyes.
"Hey there, you're awake...", he whisphers.
"Yeah," I reply blushing, "you don't have to carry me, I can walk now if you want. I'm sorry I fell on sleep you on like that."
He grins, "It's okay, I enjoy carrying beautiful women. It makes me feel so manly".
I laugh at the thought of Darien needing to justify his manliness. "Let's take a detour. I want to walk on the beach".
"Okay". He sets me down slowly and I slid down his body with my arms around his neck. I am blushing because I can feel his heat (not to mention his six pack) and his eyes are on me this whole time.
"Thanks", I whishper as I slowly slide my arms from his neck
"You're very welcome...", he says as he catches my hands in his. His eyes are looking into mine and I am drowning in their blue, turbulent depth. I know that there is so much to him that I don't know, yet I know I understand his core. What's important to him and what makes him smile. I know how to comfort him and I know I want this night to last forever.
"Shall we, my lady?", he says solemnly.
"Certainly, sir.", I reply laughingly.
As we walk hand in hand along the rocky beaches of Nice, a comfortable silence reigns. Each of us are busy with our own thoughts and reflections. The waves are crashing gently seeking to conquer the beach. The cresent moon shines brightly and hangs like a beautiful necklace in a bed of diamond studded velvet.
"Darien, my hotel's right across the street now, let's sit for a while." I say.
"Okay." He sits down and gently pulls me into his lap. I lean against his strong shoulder and chest and I can't help but sigh.
"What's wrong?", he asks.
"Nothing, it's just that I'm leaving tomorrow and I...I really like you Darien and I'm going to miss you.", I say sadly and I hide my face against his shirt.]
"Hey, don't say that. I really like you too and we can keep in touch. I'm coming to California in a few months anyway. We'll be close enough to see each other then", he says.
"Hey, that's right. I almost forgot that. I'm so glad Darien. If nothing else, I hate to lose a friend and maybe...more", I reply shyly.
"Oh, there's no maybes about it, my lovely Serena. It's definitely something more. I've never met anyone like you. You're funny, sweet, beautiful, and my perfect match.', he says sweetly with that gentle smile of his.
Then he tightens his hold on me and starts to lean down. His face is now the only thing I see and his eyes hold me captive. "Serena, may I kiss you?", he asks.
I am not prepared for this situation and the only thing I can manage is a slight nod. It must be enought for Darien, because the next thing I know, his lips are pressed sweetly against mine. A slow heat, like a lovely warm cloud envelope me and my arms slowly creep up around his neck. I open my mouth to gasp in wonder over that lovely feeling and I feel his warm tongue. I feel as if electric shocks are going though my body and I think nothing of being shy or modest. Only feeling and wondering. It feels so good. I finally gather enough courage to mimic his movements with my tongue. His mouth is sweet and slick, tasting of wine and chocolate. I can get addicted to this...
We finally break apart and I lean my head against him in sheer embarrassement.
"Wow", he quietly whisphers, "That was great."
I smile and reply, "Yeah, it was beautiful."
We sit there for a long time, holding each other, talking and occasionally kissing. We even got to watch the sunrise together. I never thought I would be awake for a sunrise, I'm not really a morning person.
It's beautiful, the sun's early rays reflecting the ocean and creating myriads of colors. The reflections are like molten silk, so beautifully smooth and vibrant. I know I'd never forget this night and this sunrise.
With one last meltingly sweet kiss against the back drop of the newly risen sun, we start to cross the street. Darien walks me to my door and says, "Good night, Serena", he then slips a piece of paper into my hands, gives one last hug and a gentle kiss on the check. Then he is gone...