Hello everybody! Sorry it has taken me so long to get this next chapter
up. Just a bit of warning to ya'll that still live with your parents.
When you get older and you move out and you have to pay your own bills,
make sure you remember to mail those checks out instead of hiding them from
yourself under your stack of dirty Taekwondo uniforms waiting to go in the
wash. I would have posted this earlier if I hadn't forgotten to pay my
phone and power bills. No computer... no telephone... just my trusty cell
phone and my notebook. But ya'll will benefit from it because I spent some
time writing some more stuff. I've got another story in the works, but I
won't post it until it is finished. It's not fair for you guys to have to
wait for the chapters while I stumble over my writer's block.
But enough of me! Nobody opens these stories to read the author's notes. We author's just like writing them for some odd reason. That being the case, there will be more at the end of this chapter! Mwahaha!!!
On with the Story!
Ice Cold Escapades Chapter 2
Some say that coffee is really gross. What do I say? Ah, sweet liquid of life. When I first met Darien, I was ignorant to the miracle that is coffee, and I used to tease him about his addiction. Well, I learned. My freshman year of college, Darien and I had just moved in together into a nice apartment suite near the campus. He was just finishing his bachelor's degree and getting ready to go on to medical school and I was learning the real difference between high school and college. At first I couldn't understand how during our late night study sessions he would be wide awake after hours and hours of studying and I would go from studying the anatomy of the brain for psychology to studying the insides of my eyelids. And then it happened. I gave in. I admit it. In a moment of weakness, and laziness (I just didn't want to get up and get a new glass of water) I gulped down Darien's entire mug of coffee one night, stayed up hours longer than I normally would have, finished all of my studying and homework, and aced my exam the next day. I've sworn by the stuff ever since.
What does coffee have to do with anything? Well, a little over an hour after my fist's encounter with Darien's stomach, I stood in our bright kitchen with a cup of sugar and cream with a little bit of coffee in it. Uhh... I mean a cup of coffee with a lotta bit of sugar and cream in it. A girl goes from milkshakes to coffee, do you expect anything other than loading it with sweet stuff?
As I stood there blowing on the hot liquid, in strolled the hottest looking doctor I have ever seen. Darien walked over wearing a pair of blue scrubs that accented his beautiful eyes perfectly. His black hair still glistened from the shower water, and I could see little drops still clinging to his neck and face. He grinned as he glanced in my direction and opened the refrigerator.
"You know a bug is going to fly into your mouth if you leave it hanging open, Sere," he teased.
I decided that I had better keep my mouth busy with the mug of coffee or else I might be forced to make us both late for work. Just as I raised the steaming cup to my face Darien turned and snatched it from my hands. He gulped it all down in one swallow and set the dirty dish aside. Before I could even think to complain about his thieving ways, his lips came down on mine and his arms found their way around my waist.
I could taste the coffee in his mouth... on his lips... on his tongue. Who needs to drink the stuff when you can experience it like this? Wow!!
He slipped away from my lips and made his way carefully down my throat. "You still owe me," he murmured against my skin. "And I can think of the perfect payment."
I groaned in frustration and pushed him away. "I'd love to, but you've got to leave for work or else you'll get fired and you'll never finish your medical residency."
He stood back from me looking upset, then a sly grin stole across his face. "Six years later we still act like teenagers when we've got a moment together. We've still got the fire!"
"You're a machine," I muttered, my cheeks turning a little pink.
He went towards the front door and began pulling on his coat. I watched him, unconsciously reaching for my mug and bringing it to my lips. I growled when I remembered it was empty.
"Bye, Beautiful!" He called as he opened the door, "I'll see you later tonight. And remember, you still owe me!"
"You owe me more coffee! I can't believe you drank it all!"
"Consider it part of your payment." He laughed evilly and closed the door behind himself.
What does any of that have to do with my story? Nothing really... I'm just still grumpy that he took my coffee. But that is what led me to open the freezer and pull out a pint of ice cream. If you can't have one form of fake energy, grab another one!
I perched myself on the counter and buried my spoon in my favorite food. It only took me about fifteen minutes to polish off the entire container, but by the time I was done I was shivering from the inside out. As I put my spoon in the sink and considered turning up the thermostat, I heard the only sound other than my alarm clock that really grates on my nerves. My Sailor Scout Communicator was beeping franticly at me from the table in the entryway.
I stumbled over myself as I rushed to grab the thing and ended up grasping it as I lay on my back, having tripped on... something...
"This is Moon," I grunted as I hoisted myself from the floor and grabbed my transformation brooch.
Sailor Jupiter flashed onto the tiny screen, looking quite distracted. "I'm not sure what's going on," she yelled over the screams I could hear in the background, "but you have to get out here. Mars says she hasn't felt this much negative energy since we defeated Galaxia four years ago."
"Where?" I ran towards my balcony door and stepped out into the freezing February air. I could tell it would snow soon, but it was clear for the moment. Good. It's almost impossible to fight in the snow.
"The city convention center, about six miles from your apartment.
"I'll be there."
With that I transformed and threw myself over the balcony railing, thinking of nothing but that fact I had to get there fast or things could get very bad very fast. And I was still shivering from the ice cream. This could only get worse...
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Well, this is a little shorter than I would like, but I can only type so much while I try to study for my tests tomorrow. Typing stores is a great break from the boring studying I have to do every night. Can't the just hand me the degree and let me start making money without having to spend it first? Grr...
Well, I think I'll wrap this up in two more chapters. I've got to decide where I want to divide this up. This chapter was kind of just a bridge from the beginning into the action and the conclusion. So yeah.... Two more chapters.... Maybe three... then ya'll can tell me if I ought to write a summer time sequel. We'll see. I'll try to post the next chapter in the time I have between classes and work. Hopefully! Please let me know what you think. I love the comments I get from you guys. If you're going to flame me, please throw a couple marshmallows in with the flame. I love toasted marshmallows. Oh, and please send it to my e-mail. I'm not one for public displays of hatred. Thank you sooooo much to the wonderful people that reviewed me already. You're awesome!
~Fiara
But enough of me! Nobody opens these stories to read the author's notes. We author's just like writing them for some odd reason. That being the case, there will be more at the end of this chapter! Mwahaha!!!
On with the Story!
Ice Cold Escapades Chapter 2
Some say that coffee is really gross. What do I say? Ah, sweet liquid of life. When I first met Darien, I was ignorant to the miracle that is coffee, and I used to tease him about his addiction. Well, I learned. My freshman year of college, Darien and I had just moved in together into a nice apartment suite near the campus. He was just finishing his bachelor's degree and getting ready to go on to medical school and I was learning the real difference between high school and college. At first I couldn't understand how during our late night study sessions he would be wide awake after hours and hours of studying and I would go from studying the anatomy of the brain for psychology to studying the insides of my eyelids. And then it happened. I gave in. I admit it. In a moment of weakness, and laziness (I just didn't want to get up and get a new glass of water) I gulped down Darien's entire mug of coffee one night, stayed up hours longer than I normally would have, finished all of my studying and homework, and aced my exam the next day. I've sworn by the stuff ever since.
What does coffee have to do with anything? Well, a little over an hour after my fist's encounter with Darien's stomach, I stood in our bright kitchen with a cup of sugar and cream with a little bit of coffee in it. Uhh... I mean a cup of coffee with a lotta bit of sugar and cream in it. A girl goes from milkshakes to coffee, do you expect anything other than loading it with sweet stuff?
As I stood there blowing on the hot liquid, in strolled the hottest looking doctor I have ever seen. Darien walked over wearing a pair of blue scrubs that accented his beautiful eyes perfectly. His black hair still glistened from the shower water, and I could see little drops still clinging to his neck and face. He grinned as he glanced in my direction and opened the refrigerator.
"You know a bug is going to fly into your mouth if you leave it hanging open, Sere," he teased.
I decided that I had better keep my mouth busy with the mug of coffee or else I might be forced to make us both late for work. Just as I raised the steaming cup to my face Darien turned and snatched it from my hands. He gulped it all down in one swallow and set the dirty dish aside. Before I could even think to complain about his thieving ways, his lips came down on mine and his arms found their way around my waist.
I could taste the coffee in his mouth... on his lips... on his tongue. Who needs to drink the stuff when you can experience it like this? Wow!!
He slipped away from my lips and made his way carefully down my throat. "You still owe me," he murmured against my skin. "And I can think of the perfect payment."
I groaned in frustration and pushed him away. "I'd love to, but you've got to leave for work or else you'll get fired and you'll never finish your medical residency."
He stood back from me looking upset, then a sly grin stole across his face. "Six years later we still act like teenagers when we've got a moment together. We've still got the fire!"
"You're a machine," I muttered, my cheeks turning a little pink.
He went towards the front door and began pulling on his coat. I watched him, unconsciously reaching for my mug and bringing it to my lips. I growled when I remembered it was empty.
"Bye, Beautiful!" He called as he opened the door, "I'll see you later tonight. And remember, you still owe me!"
"You owe me more coffee! I can't believe you drank it all!"
"Consider it part of your payment." He laughed evilly and closed the door behind himself.
What does any of that have to do with my story? Nothing really... I'm just still grumpy that he took my coffee. But that is what led me to open the freezer and pull out a pint of ice cream. If you can't have one form of fake energy, grab another one!
I perched myself on the counter and buried my spoon in my favorite food. It only took me about fifteen minutes to polish off the entire container, but by the time I was done I was shivering from the inside out. As I put my spoon in the sink and considered turning up the thermostat, I heard the only sound other than my alarm clock that really grates on my nerves. My Sailor Scout Communicator was beeping franticly at me from the table in the entryway.
I stumbled over myself as I rushed to grab the thing and ended up grasping it as I lay on my back, having tripped on... something...
"This is Moon," I grunted as I hoisted myself from the floor and grabbed my transformation brooch.
Sailor Jupiter flashed onto the tiny screen, looking quite distracted. "I'm not sure what's going on," she yelled over the screams I could hear in the background, "but you have to get out here. Mars says she hasn't felt this much negative energy since we defeated Galaxia four years ago."
"Where?" I ran towards my balcony door and stepped out into the freezing February air. I could tell it would snow soon, but it was clear for the moment. Good. It's almost impossible to fight in the snow.
"The city convention center, about six miles from your apartment.
"I'll be there."
With that I transformed and threw myself over the balcony railing, thinking of nothing but that fact I had to get there fast or things could get very bad very fast. And I was still shivering from the ice cream. This could only get worse...
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Well, this is a little shorter than I would like, but I can only type so much while I try to study for my tests tomorrow. Typing stores is a great break from the boring studying I have to do every night. Can't the just hand me the degree and let me start making money without having to spend it first? Grr...
Well, I think I'll wrap this up in two more chapters. I've got to decide where I want to divide this up. This chapter was kind of just a bridge from the beginning into the action and the conclusion. So yeah.... Two more chapters.... Maybe three... then ya'll can tell me if I ought to write a summer time sequel. We'll see. I'll try to post the next chapter in the time I have between classes and work. Hopefully! Please let me know what you think. I love the comments I get from you guys. If you're going to flame me, please throw a couple marshmallows in with the flame. I love toasted marshmallows. Oh, and please send it to my e-mail. I'm not one for public displays of hatred. Thank you sooooo much to the wonderful people that reviewed me already. You're awesome!
~Fiara