Sex Sells...
Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor moon or associated characters.
Chapter 1- The meeting
Serena Royal, senior editor of Lunar Kiss, the hottest and most outrageous women's fashion magazine was sitting in her office contemplating the summer layouts. Her inner monologue went something like this, "cute…cute…cute…ewww…better…hmmm…" and unfortunately this complex train of thought was interrupted by Mina Sims, her personal assistant.
"Serena, your 11 o'clock is here, should I sent him in?" Mina asked.
"Hmmm, sure", Serena replied.
"Sorry to disturb you, you looked like you were thinking about something serious. New boyfriend?" This was of course accompanied by the signature Mina smile and wink combo.
Serena laughed and said, "You never stop thinking about boys, do you Mina? Don't tell the designers, but I was evaluating the summer lineup on the basis of cute or ewww. If the designers knew, they'd probably sue me for undermining their art". She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, they do take clothing pretty seriously huh? Raphie is the worst", Mina said. (Raphie is Ralph Lauren)
"Yeah, alright, send in…" Serena checked her date book, "…Darien Shields."
"Sure", and with a not so discreet whisper and a goofy smile she continued with, "he's really cute."
Serena shook her head; you can always count on Mina to cheer you up and inform you of the latest gossip. Then she looked up and saw him. He was one of most amazingly handsome man she has ever seen and the only one to ever fluster her. Cute was a pretty lame adjective for him.
"Darien Shields, I presume", Serena said as she quickly gathered her composure.
"Right, Ms Royal, I'm the senior editor for Earthy Power, the men's magazine owned by Celestial Publishing", Darien said.
Serena used his introduction to do a quick inventory on Darien. Around six feet two, dark sexy black hair, slightly messy, gorgeous blue eyes, and a body to die for wrapped in fitted black jeans, tight white T-shirt, and a camel colored leather jacket. Wow!
*Take a deep breath girls, he's hot.*
"How may I help you, Mr. Shields", Serena answered, hoping she didn't pause too long before answering him.
"Call me Darien." He said with a smile, " and you can start by having dinner with me tonight, Serena." He drawled her name out as if he was tasting the sound of it. "It's really a pleasure to finally meet the Princess", he said with a smirk.
That announcement didn't sit well with Serena, neither did the dangerous and appreciative glint in his eyes as they washed over her sitting figure, taking in the sight greedily. Serena was shocked. She had failed to notice his interest because she was too busy inventorying his assets, but now she was all too aware of his hot gaze. A slight flush rose to her cheeks, but Serena gathered herself and promised that she was not going to let this man turn her into a giggling twelve years old. She wanted to know his agenda and maybe teach him a lesson.
"I think, Ms Royal will be more appropriate for the moment. I don't go out with strange men and I hate that nickname. What else are you here for?" Serena replied.
Darien's eyebrow rose in a mocking salute to Serena's answer, "Alright Ms Royal, we'll discuss business first." He conceded.
"Our publishing house wants us to work together on the next issue, they want the magazines to start complimenting each other. They feel that we've been diverging and they want us to come together." Darien said.
"That's ridiculous, your magazine's for men and mine's for women. You don't know anything about women's fashion and I don't want your amateur opinion. I don't know anything about your magazine and I'm sure you rather it stayed that way." Serena replied.
"That was my initial thought, but after meeting the famous Serena Royal, I'm beginning to think it might be a fruitful venture to join forces." Darien said with a small secret smile, "After all, our objective is the same isn't it?"
"And what would that be, Mr. Shields?" Serena asked, she was feeling very indignant about the whole situation.
"Sex, sweetheart, that's what we're selling." Darien's eyes challenged her to dispute that fact and his smile indicated that he'd welcome the challenge.
Serena smirked and she thought, "You want to play that game, we'll play."
She rose slowly from her seat and started a slow, sensual strut towards Darien. Her left hand pushed back her mass of floor length silvery blond hair and trailed downward. It opened the jacket of the rose colored designer suit she wore to reveal the creamy swells of her breasts encased tightly in the matching silk camisole. Darien's eyes followed her movements faithfully, as the hand made it's way over an impossibly small waist, lingering on those slim hips that swung like a pendulum with her every step and to the edge of the short skirt that accompanied the suit. From there, it was impossible for him to resist the urge to scrutinize those long toned legs contained in silk stocking embroidered with tiny roses down the side. His journey ended with her delicate sandal encased toes, painted a matching shade of rose. When Darien's gaze rose to meet Serena, she was standing very close to him and smiling her Mona Lisa smile. He swallowed convulsively and stared at her nervously.
"You think I need help selling.." Serena paused for effect, "sex?" Serena asked with the same smile on her face and a mischievous glint in her eyes, the question was pointed and the answer seemed laughably obvious.
Darien's reply surprised her. He didn't say a word, he stood up and straightened his long lean frame. At six feet two, he towered over her and then without a word. Darien grabbed her.
Serena's shocked gasp was drowned out by his mouth. His lips were firm and strong and his hands were large and warm. They held Serena steady as his tongue plundered her rosebud mouth. He was devouring her and Serena lost the will or desire to fight him as soon as his lips touched hers. It was like coming home, being in his arms and her instincts overrode her brain.
The kiss stopped after what seem like an eternity, but Darien didn't let her go. He held Serena against his frame and stared at her with an indeterminable expression in his eyes. Then he tenderly brushed her cheek and said, "Perhaps, I can teach you a thing or two".
With that, Serena snapped out of it. "How dare he, walk into my office, question my, and kiss me. He is going to pay." Her hand rose with thoughts of violence.
Darien caught her hand easily and said, "Let's not be cliche and overdramatic now."
Serena was so frustrated and she had no clue how to handle Darien. So she decided to get rid of him. With an imperious finger pointed at the door, she said, "OUT! NOW!"
Darien shrugged and caught her hand. He placed a delicate kiss on the back of that imperious hand and licked the finger that was attempting to direct him. "Whatever you say, princess. We're having dinner tonight anyway. After all, you can hardly say I'm a strange man anymore, can you? I''ll pick you up at eight, Serena." Witht that parting, he left quietly.
Serena sunk down into the nearest chair and thought, "What's going on? What should I wear for dinner tonight? No wait, I'm not going to dinner with him...but I can show him what he's missing." With that, a smile appeared on her face and her final thought was, "Darien, let the games begin!"
Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor moon or associated characters.
Chapter 1- The meeting
Serena Royal, senior editor of Lunar Kiss, the hottest and most outrageous women's fashion magazine was sitting in her office contemplating the summer layouts. Her inner monologue went something like this, "cute…cute…cute…ewww…better…hmmm…" and unfortunately this complex train of thought was interrupted by Mina Sims, her personal assistant.
"Serena, your 11 o'clock is here, should I sent him in?" Mina asked.
"Hmmm, sure", Serena replied.
"Sorry to disturb you, you looked like you were thinking about something serious. New boyfriend?" This was of course accompanied by the signature Mina smile and wink combo.
Serena laughed and said, "You never stop thinking about boys, do you Mina? Don't tell the designers, but I was evaluating the summer lineup on the basis of cute or ewww. If the designers knew, they'd probably sue me for undermining their art". She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, they do take clothing pretty seriously huh? Raphie is the worst", Mina said. (Raphie is Ralph Lauren)
"Yeah, alright, send in…" Serena checked her date book, "…Darien Shields."
"Sure", and with a not so discreet whisper and a goofy smile she continued with, "he's really cute."
Serena shook her head; you can always count on Mina to cheer you up and inform you of the latest gossip. Then she looked up and saw him. He was one of most amazingly handsome man she has ever seen and the only one to ever fluster her. Cute was a pretty lame adjective for him.
"Darien Shields, I presume", Serena said as she quickly gathered her composure.
"Right, Ms Royal, I'm the senior editor for Earthy Power, the men's magazine owned by Celestial Publishing", Darien said.
Serena used his introduction to do a quick inventory on Darien. Around six feet two, dark sexy black hair, slightly messy, gorgeous blue eyes, and a body to die for wrapped in fitted black jeans, tight white T-shirt, and a camel colored leather jacket. Wow!
*Take a deep breath girls, he's hot.*
"How may I help you, Mr. Shields", Serena answered, hoping she didn't pause too long before answering him.
"Call me Darien." He said with a smile, " and you can start by having dinner with me tonight, Serena." He drawled her name out as if he was tasting the sound of it. "It's really a pleasure to finally meet the Princess", he said with a smirk.
That announcement didn't sit well with Serena, neither did the dangerous and appreciative glint in his eyes as they washed over her sitting figure, taking in the sight greedily. Serena was shocked. She had failed to notice his interest because she was too busy inventorying his assets, but now she was all too aware of his hot gaze. A slight flush rose to her cheeks, but Serena gathered herself and promised that she was not going to let this man turn her into a giggling twelve years old. She wanted to know his agenda and maybe teach him a lesson.
"I think, Ms Royal will be more appropriate for the moment. I don't go out with strange men and I hate that nickname. What else are you here for?" Serena replied.
Darien's eyebrow rose in a mocking salute to Serena's answer, "Alright Ms Royal, we'll discuss business first." He conceded.
"Our publishing house wants us to work together on the next issue, they want the magazines to start complimenting each other. They feel that we've been diverging and they want us to come together." Darien said.
"That's ridiculous, your magazine's for men and mine's for women. You don't know anything about women's fashion and I don't want your amateur opinion. I don't know anything about your magazine and I'm sure you rather it stayed that way." Serena replied.
"That was my initial thought, but after meeting the famous Serena Royal, I'm beginning to think it might be a fruitful venture to join forces." Darien said with a small secret smile, "After all, our objective is the same isn't it?"
"And what would that be, Mr. Shields?" Serena asked, she was feeling very indignant about the whole situation.
"Sex, sweetheart, that's what we're selling." Darien's eyes challenged her to dispute that fact and his smile indicated that he'd welcome the challenge.
Serena smirked and she thought, "You want to play that game, we'll play."
She rose slowly from her seat and started a slow, sensual strut towards Darien. Her left hand pushed back her mass of floor length silvery blond hair and trailed downward. It opened the jacket of the rose colored designer suit she wore to reveal the creamy swells of her breasts encased tightly in the matching silk camisole. Darien's eyes followed her movements faithfully, as the hand made it's way over an impossibly small waist, lingering on those slim hips that swung like a pendulum with her every step and to the edge of the short skirt that accompanied the suit. From there, it was impossible for him to resist the urge to scrutinize those long toned legs contained in silk stocking embroidered with tiny roses down the side. His journey ended with her delicate sandal encased toes, painted a matching shade of rose. When Darien's gaze rose to meet Serena, she was standing very close to him and smiling her Mona Lisa smile. He swallowed convulsively and stared at her nervously.
"You think I need help selling.." Serena paused for effect, "sex?" Serena asked with the same smile on her face and a mischievous glint in her eyes, the question was pointed and the answer seemed laughably obvious.
Darien's reply surprised her. He didn't say a word, he stood up and straightened his long lean frame. At six feet two, he towered over her and then without a word. Darien grabbed her.
Serena's shocked gasp was drowned out by his mouth. His lips were firm and strong and his hands were large and warm. They held Serena steady as his tongue plundered her rosebud mouth. He was devouring her and Serena lost the will or desire to fight him as soon as his lips touched hers. It was like coming home, being in his arms and her instincts overrode her brain.
The kiss stopped after what seem like an eternity, but Darien didn't let her go. He held Serena against his frame and stared at her with an indeterminable expression in his eyes. Then he tenderly brushed her cheek and said, "Perhaps, I can teach you a thing or two".
With that, Serena snapped out of it. "How dare he, walk into my office, question my, and kiss me. He is going to pay." Her hand rose with thoughts of violence.
Darien caught her hand easily and said, "Let's not be cliche and overdramatic now."
Serena was so frustrated and she had no clue how to handle Darien. So she decided to get rid of him. With an imperious finger pointed at the door, she said, "OUT! NOW!"
Darien shrugged and caught her hand. He placed a delicate kiss on the back of that imperious hand and licked the finger that was attempting to direct him. "Whatever you say, princess. We're having dinner tonight anyway. After all, you can hardly say I'm a strange man anymore, can you? I''ll pick you up at eight, Serena." Witht that parting, he left quietly.
Serena sunk down into the nearest chair and thought, "What's going on? What should I wear for dinner tonight? No wait, I'm not going to dinner with him...but I can show him what he's missing." With that, a smile appeared on her face and her final thought was, "Darien, let the games begin!"