From Schoolgirl to Royal 11/?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon; none of these characters are mine, no infringement intended.
A/N: This doesn't really follow the timeline, although it is after season 1. Even though, Serena is the moon princess, Darien doesn't know that she is Sailor Moon. Just pretend that the whole evil-Darien thing never happened and the scouts defeated Beryl on their own, but didn't loose their memories. Sorry if this is confusing; if you have any questions just ask.
Serena may seem OOC in the next few chapters, but let's just say she is extremely stressed out and that explains her sensitivity and she's pissed because her family was attacked which will explain her bouts of seriousness.
The Morning After
I awoke the next morning to find myself laying on something warm and solid. I cautiously reached out my hand blindly to realize I was lying on a male chest. Once I realized that I was startled fully awake remembering who I was in bed with.
I looked hesitantly up and sure enough Darien's face came into view. My first instinct was to get the hell out of dodge before he woke up, but the look on Darien's face as he slept peacefully stopped me. He looked so open and peaceful in his sleep, which startled me because every time I see Darien he is so guarded and cold. His face a mass of hard lines and unflinching glares, but in his sleep the 'real' Darien that he keeps so well hidden shines through.
A part of me melts at the sight as I tenderly brush a piece of hair out of his eye. As my hand touches the warm skin of his face I realize what I just did and instinctively try to back away from Darien. I don't get very far however because I find myself pulled up against his chest, while Darien's eyes twinkle at me. I try to move again but his gentle yet firm grasp on my waist halts me.
"Leaving so soon, Meatball Head?" Darien inquires in a roguish voice, leading me to believe he's been aware of my supposedly covert perusal all this time.
"That was the plan." I managed to hiss out through clenched teeth, while trying to ignore the warmth seeping into my skin from Darien's bare chest, totally frustrated by his calm reaction to my close proximity. Especially when I was anything but.
"We really need to talk, Serena." Darien told me suddenly looking extremely serious. "About a few things."
"I know that, but now is not the time Darien. Now let me up." I ordered, although I was very surprised when he readily obeyed me.
As I got up out of bed and walked across the room to where my clothes are, I noticed Darien continuing to lounge in bed, studying me intently. His piercing blue eyes unnerved me, not to mention the fact that he was half naked, and I was barely decently covered.
"What?" I all but yelled at Darien, when I could take it no longer.
He seemed to find my nervous anxiety amusing because his only response at first was a quirky grin and a knowing wink.
"I'm just in awe of you, Meatball Head. I don't think I've ever seen you when you are not eating or yelling at me." Darien finally responded.
"Grrr…. Satan you are such a jerk." I yelled at the clearly unrepentant Darien, who was still grinning at me.
"Of course, but I'm your jerk." He responded teasingly. I ignored the butterflies in my stomach and managed to glare convincingly at him.
"You wish CJ, you wish." I replied haughtily looking down my nose at him as he lounged comfortably on the bed.
"Were you born this obnoxious, or do you have to work at it?" I asked scathingly.
"You just bring out the best in me I guess." Darien responded. I simply stared at him not knowing how to respond, knowing I was missing the joke. "After all with you around, you would make anyone look good."
"Arrggg! God, you are the most arrogant jackass I have ever had the displeasure of knowing." I growled angrily as I grabbed my clothes and stormed out of the room.
Only belatedly did I realize, as I heard him chuckling from out in the hallway, that I most likely just played directly into Darien's hand.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon; none of these characters are mine, no infringement intended.
A/N: This doesn't really follow the timeline, although it is after season 1. Even though, Serena is the moon princess, Darien doesn't know that she is Sailor Moon. Just pretend that the whole evil-Darien thing never happened and the scouts defeated Beryl on their own, but didn't loose their memories. Sorry if this is confusing; if you have any questions just ask.
Serena may seem OOC in the next few chapters, but let's just say she is extremely stressed out and that explains her sensitivity and she's pissed because her family was attacked which will explain her bouts of seriousness.
The Morning After
I awoke the next morning to find myself laying on something warm and solid. I cautiously reached out my hand blindly to realize I was lying on a male chest. Once I realized that I was startled fully awake remembering who I was in bed with.
I looked hesitantly up and sure enough Darien's face came into view. My first instinct was to get the hell out of dodge before he woke up, but the look on Darien's face as he slept peacefully stopped me. He looked so open and peaceful in his sleep, which startled me because every time I see Darien he is so guarded and cold. His face a mass of hard lines and unflinching glares, but in his sleep the 'real' Darien that he keeps so well hidden shines through.
A part of me melts at the sight as I tenderly brush a piece of hair out of his eye. As my hand touches the warm skin of his face I realize what I just did and instinctively try to back away from Darien. I don't get very far however because I find myself pulled up against his chest, while Darien's eyes twinkle at me. I try to move again but his gentle yet firm grasp on my waist halts me.
"Leaving so soon, Meatball Head?" Darien inquires in a roguish voice, leading me to believe he's been aware of my supposedly covert perusal all this time.
"That was the plan." I managed to hiss out through clenched teeth, while trying to ignore the warmth seeping into my skin from Darien's bare chest, totally frustrated by his calm reaction to my close proximity. Especially when I was anything but.
"We really need to talk, Serena." Darien told me suddenly looking extremely serious. "About a few things."
"I know that, but now is not the time Darien. Now let me up." I ordered, although I was very surprised when he readily obeyed me.
As I got up out of bed and walked across the room to where my clothes are, I noticed Darien continuing to lounge in bed, studying me intently. His piercing blue eyes unnerved me, not to mention the fact that he was half naked, and I was barely decently covered.
"What?" I all but yelled at Darien, when I could take it no longer.
He seemed to find my nervous anxiety amusing because his only response at first was a quirky grin and a knowing wink.
"I'm just in awe of you, Meatball Head. I don't think I've ever seen you when you are not eating or yelling at me." Darien finally responded.
"Grrr…. Satan you are such a jerk." I yelled at the clearly unrepentant Darien, who was still grinning at me.
"Of course, but I'm your jerk." He responded teasingly. I ignored the butterflies in my stomach and managed to glare convincingly at him.
"You wish CJ, you wish." I replied haughtily looking down my nose at him as he lounged comfortably on the bed.
"Were you born this obnoxious, or do you have to work at it?" I asked scathingly.
"You just bring out the best in me I guess." Darien responded. I simply stared at him not knowing how to respond, knowing I was missing the joke. "After all with you around, you would make anyone look good."
"Arrggg! God, you are the most arrogant jackass I have ever had the displeasure of knowing." I growled angrily as I grabbed my clothes and stormed out of the room.
Only belatedly did I realize, as I heard him chuckling from out in the hallway, that I most likely just played directly into Darien's hand.