Forbidden Attractin, Secret Desires
Author: Temptress_Kitten17
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Just so you know, I don't own the characters in Sailor Moon and I never will. But the hot, shirtless lawyer that looks distinctly like Darien's twin is MINE, ladies! Find your own hot lawyer cuz this one is all mine and I don't share. My boy understands...right? ( lawyer named Darien shakes his head.) Oh really? ( author suddenly walks over and straddles him, slowly lifting her shirt and revealing a red bra that covers barely what needs to be)
Darien: She's MINE and I'm HERS ONLY!
Author: Good boy...
( the lights suddenly go out and things happen that only your perverted little minds can imagine...hehe)
Chapter 4:
* My God Darien has gotten hot! I can't believe I'm going to be living in the same house as a GOD!* I thought to myself as I pulled my bag out of the trunk of the car. Darien was watching me. I could sense it, as he worked on rebuilding his car. I pretended not to notice him at all at first, then I made quick eye contact, smiled and walked over to the house; where he was. Actually, ' walk' was not what I would use to describe what I did. No, I was swaying my hips as if it was the most natural thing ever, performing for him my trademark ' catwalk strut.'
" Hey Dare, long time no see!" I said as I walked past him and set my bag down in the house.
I knew he noticed me. I knew what he was thinking and I knew that he knew I was teasing him with my subtle flirting style. But it was not yet time to talk. See, the longer you make him wait, the more he'll want you. And so I left him outside with his car and chose instead to catch up with Raye. Boy, had she ever changed!
" Raye! Where are you?" I called out from the entrance.
" Sere? I'll be right up!" She called from the basement. Well, it was like a basement. But that was where we all slept, since the adults would be partying on the floor I was on. Downstairs was our territory and nobody came down there except for the kids. It was our sanctuary. It was the place where we could say anything and not get in trouble. It was also where Darien slept.
To say that Raye looked different would be an understatement. She had been completely transformed! Raye had always, like me, been a classic beauty. She'd had long black hair that came down to her hips, her dark, violet eyes needed no makeup and she had always dressed in cute little hip-huggers or mini skirts, and little red tops. This girl I was seeing before me now, this couldn't be Raye. Her long dark hair was dyed dark purple and cut in chopped layers that only JUST touched her shoulders; if it had been down. Right now, her hair was in a messy ponytail and 'messy' was putting it lightly. She wore REALLY dark eye makeup and purple lipstick. Her ears were pierced several times, she had a belly ring and a tattoo on her lower back of a red phoenix surrounded by black flames. She wore black jeans with a chain on the pocket and a black sports-bra top. What had she done to herself?
" Raye? What did you...Why did you...Interesting new look." I said as I looked over her new image and cringed inwardly.
" Thanks! Mom and Ken hate it! They all call me a rebel up here cuz I don't dress like a princess, no offense, and cuz I go to all these clubs and parties that not even Darien would go to. But that's not saying much since Darien doesn't party at all. He didn't even WANT to go to his own prom. Michelle was the one to talk him into going."
So, that little tramp stole MY Darien by forcing him into going to the dance with her? Well, we'll just see who gets to keep Darien after I'm through seducing him. I hate it when people take things that don't belong to them. Especially when Darien is clearly MINE! But how would I get him to notice me even more? I had to make it look like I was doing something naturally...aha! I got it! I'll dress up for him...in my trademark outfit!
" Raye? Could you help me get downstairs with this bag. I would like to change now, since it is so much hotter here than back home."
" Sure, Sere. I know how much you pack, so your bag is probably REALLY heavy, to you anyway."
I nodded and started to pull my bag down the stairs to Raye's bedroom, where I set it down and quickly changed into some REALLY short jean shorts, which were more like hot pants. Now, from experience I have discovered that the brighter the top, the bigger your chest appears to be, so I decided that my pale pink tank top just wasn't enough. I went through my bag until I found my hot magenta cami-top with a tie in the back that you can tighten so that wearing a bra is completely unnecessary.
" You never change, Sere." Raye commented as she looked over my choice of clothing.
" What do you mean by that?" I asked.
" Oh, just that you always had that ' less is more' style and always managed to wear at least one thing in some shade of pink. You are STILL so much like a princess that it can get nauseating."
How dare she say that to me! Just because I always dress like a girl and actually care about my looks doesn't mean that I'm an innocent little princess. Okay, so I wore a tiara to my prom. So what? Lots of people did. And who is she to criticize MY style when she looks like one of those pretty-ugly girls who could be major beauty queens if they only had the right clothes, hair and cosmetics?
" I'm not who I used to be, Raye. I've changed. I'm not that innocent anymore! I actually blazed up with some friends of mine since prom, and before I broke up with him, Andrew and I were hot and heavy and pretty close to having sex! I write my own sex scenes for certain stories now, and I'm pretty damn good at it!"
I tossed her my VERY thick black binder full of pictures of hot guys, yummy reading material, and many, many sex tips that I wanted to try out. Raye's eyes widened at the sight of that binder. It was as if she had found a cure for PMS or something.
" Wow! This is...Wow, you are a GODDESS to let me see all this! Here, check this out!" Raye said as she tossed me a romance novel.
This looks promising...On the cover was a naked, toned and bronze god of a man in only a loincloth. He was bent over a beautiful young woman with golden hair like flame who was just barely covered by her dress' tight bodice. I flipped through the book in search of the scenes I most definitely wanted to read...and I wanted to laugh. There was hardly anything worth reading. The stuff I found online was twenty times better than this! Hell, I wrote scenes steamier and more detailed than what I had just read. I glanced over at Raye to see how she liked MY work.
" Holy shit! You wrote that? How the hell were you able to write that, Sere?" She asked me, still reading.
" Easy. I have a very vivid and active imagination." I replied, very pleased with myself. It was true, I did have SOME help. Namely the stories on the internet, but that was just to broaden my range of knowledge. Most of what I write comes straight from my own imagination.
" Glad you like it, Raye. Feel free to read that whole binder if you want to."
Raye grinned. Just then, I heard the doorbell ring. It was probably the pizza delivery guy, since it was already 6 PM.
" Oh boy! Food!" I exclaimed, running up the stairs to get my dinner before anyone else could have it.
" You haven't changed a bit, Sere." Darien teased as he paid for the pizza and handed a smaller box to me. My own personal Pizza with eight big slices!
" Hey, a girl's gotta eat..." I replied as I practically inhaled my first piece once we got to the dinner table.
" Do you devour other things besides pizza just as quickly?"
" Sometimes...if I like what it is..." I replied in a sexy voice that only he could hear. He nearly choked on his own pizza just as Raye and the others walked in. I giggled and pretended to be completely innocent. Ah...showtime!
Author: Temptress_Kitten17
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Just so you know, I don't own the characters in Sailor Moon and I never will. But the hot, shirtless lawyer that looks distinctly like Darien's twin is MINE, ladies! Find your own hot lawyer cuz this one is all mine and I don't share. My boy understands...right? ( lawyer named Darien shakes his head.) Oh really? ( author suddenly walks over and straddles him, slowly lifting her shirt and revealing a red bra that covers barely what needs to be)
Darien: She's MINE and I'm HERS ONLY!
Author: Good boy...
( the lights suddenly go out and things happen that only your perverted little minds can imagine...hehe)
Chapter 4:
* My God Darien has gotten hot! I can't believe I'm going to be living in the same house as a GOD!* I thought to myself as I pulled my bag out of the trunk of the car. Darien was watching me. I could sense it, as he worked on rebuilding his car. I pretended not to notice him at all at first, then I made quick eye contact, smiled and walked over to the house; where he was. Actually, ' walk' was not what I would use to describe what I did. No, I was swaying my hips as if it was the most natural thing ever, performing for him my trademark ' catwalk strut.'
" Hey Dare, long time no see!" I said as I walked past him and set my bag down in the house.
I knew he noticed me. I knew what he was thinking and I knew that he knew I was teasing him with my subtle flirting style. But it was not yet time to talk. See, the longer you make him wait, the more he'll want you. And so I left him outside with his car and chose instead to catch up with Raye. Boy, had she ever changed!
" Raye! Where are you?" I called out from the entrance.
" Sere? I'll be right up!" She called from the basement. Well, it was like a basement. But that was where we all slept, since the adults would be partying on the floor I was on. Downstairs was our territory and nobody came down there except for the kids. It was our sanctuary. It was the place where we could say anything and not get in trouble. It was also where Darien slept.
To say that Raye looked different would be an understatement. She had been completely transformed! Raye had always, like me, been a classic beauty. She'd had long black hair that came down to her hips, her dark, violet eyes needed no makeup and she had always dressed in cute little hip-huggers or mini skirts, and little red tops. This girl I was seeing before me now, this couldn't be Raye. Her long dark hair was dyed dark purple and cut in chopped layers that only JUST touched her shoulders; if it had been down. Right now, her hair was in a messy ponytail and 'messy' was putting it lightly. She wore REALLY dark eye makeup and purple lipstick. Her ears were pierced several times, she had a belly ring and a tattoo on her lower back of a red phoenix surrounded by black flames. She wore black jeans with a chain on the pocket and a black sports-bra top. What had she done to herself?
" Raye? What did you...Why did you...Interesting new look." I said as I looked over her new image and cringed inwardly.
" Thanks! Mom and Ken hate it! They all call me a rebel up here cuz I don't dress like a princess, no offense, and cuz I go to all these clubs and parties that not even Darien would go to. But that's not saying much since Darien doesn't party at all. He didn't even WANT to go to his own prom. Michelle was the one to talk him into going."
So, that little tramp stole MY Darien by forcing him into going to the dance with her? Well, we'll just see who gets to keep Darien after I'm through seducing him. I hate it when people take things that don't belong to them. Especially when Darien is clearly MINE! But how would I get him to notice me even more? I had to make it look like I was doing something naturally...aha! I got it! I'll dress up for him...in my trademark outfit!
" Raye? Could you help me get downstairs with this bag. I would like to change now, since it is so much hotter here than back home."
" Sure, Sere. I know how much you pack, so your bag is probably REALLY heavy, to you anyway."
I nodded and started to pull my bag down the stairs to Raye's bedroom, where I set it down and quickly changed into some REALLY short jean shorts, which were more like hot pants. Now, from experience I have discovered that the brighter the top, the bigger your chest appears to be, so I decided that my pale pink tank top just wasn't enough. I went through my bag until I found my hot magenta cami-top with a tie in the back that you can tighten so that wearing a bra is completely unnecessary.
" You never change, Sere." Raye commented as she looked over my choice of clothing.
" What do you mean by that?" I asked.
" Oh, just that you always had that ' less is more' style and always managed to wear at least one thing in some shade of pink. You are STILL so much like a princess that it can get nauseating."
How dare she say that to me! Just because I always dress like a girl and actually care about my looks doesn't mean that I'm an innocent little princess. Okay, so I wore a tiara to my prom. So what? Lots of people did. And who is she to criticize MY style when she looks like one of those pretty-ugly girls who could be major beauty queens if they only had the right clothes, hair and cosmetics?
" I'm not who I used to be, Raye. I've changed. I'm not that innocent anymore! I actually blazed up with some friends of mine since prom, and before I broke up with him, Andrew and I were hot and heavy and pretty close to having sex! I write my own sex scenes for certain stories now, and I'm pretty damn good at it!"
I tossed her my VERY thick black binder full of pictures of hot guys, yummy reading material, and many, many sex tips that I wanted to try out. Raye's eyes widened at the sight of that binder. It was as if she had found a cure for PMS or something.
" Wow! This is...Wow, you are a GODDESS to let me see all this! Here, check this out!" Raye said as she tossed me a romance novel.
This looks promising...On the cover was a naked, toned and bronze god of a man in only a loincloth. He was bent over a beautiful young woman with golden hair like flame who was just barely covered by her dress' tight bodice. I flipped through the book in search of the scenes I most definitely wanted to read...and I wanted to laugh. There was hardly anything worth reading. The stuff I found online was twenty times better than this! Hell, I wrote scenes steamier and more detailed than what I had just read. I glanced over at Raye to see how she liked MY work.
" Holy shit! You wrote that? How the hell were you able to write that, Sere?" She asked me, still reading.
" Easy. I have a very vivid and active imagination." I replied, very pleased with myself. It was true, I did have SOME help. Namely the stories on the internet, but that was just to broaden my range of knowledge. Most of what I write comes straight from my own imagination.
" Glad you like it, Raye. Feel free to read that whole binder if you want to."
Raye grinned. Just then, I heard the doorbell ring. It was probably the pizza delivery guy, since it was already 6 PM.
" Oh boy! Food!" I exclaimed, running up the stairs to get my dinner before anyone else could have it.
" You haven't changed a bit, Sere." Darien teased as he paid for the pizza and handed a smaller box to me. My own personal Pizza with eight big slices!
" Hey, a girl's gotta eat..." I replied as I practically inhaled my first piece once we got to the dinner table.
" Do you devour other things besides pizza just as quickly?"
" Sometimes...if I like what it is..." I replied in a sexy voice that only he could hear. He nearly choked on his own pizza just as Raye and the others walked in. I giggled and pretended to be completely innocent. Ah...showtime!