Hey guys! Wow, there's been a lot of sex lately, eh? Well, sorry. My
friend dared me to do one and I just couldn't stop! Anyways, I hope I get
more reviews this time, because in the second chapter I got like 20. They
make me feel so special . Anyways, if you have any tips for me on how to
improve my writing, I'd really love to hear them! As usual, I don't own
Sailor Moon. Thanks!
As Darien walked into the kitchen, he fought the urge to go back and make love to Serena again. It was so perfect; so beautiful; so passionate. Darien had never felt so engrossed in sex before, and he smiled as he realized why. He was in love with Serena.
A few minutes later, Serena came out of the room and into the kitchen dressed in only her underwear and another of Darien's dress shirts. Her long legs carried her gracefully towards him, and her swollen red lips landed upon his for another all-consuming kiss. When they broke for air, Darien looked intently into Serena's eyes.
"That was amazing, Serena." He whispered huskily, watching as her eyelashes lowered at the memory. Serena felt the familiar wet sensation between her legs and leaned in for another kiss, this time breaking it off and resting her head on Darien's chest.
"Can we do it again?" She murmured, and Darien turned off the burner, so as to turn his attention fully to her.
"We can do it whenever you want, baby." And he kissed her hard, pushing her over to the wall of the kitchen. He ground his hips into hers, moaning in sweet pleasure. Serena arched against him, and he pushed even harder against her, letting her feel the length of his erection. She locked her legs around his waist and grinded against him, carnal pleasure and needs taking over her sensible side.
A small noise was heard, and then a tiny, tired voice accompanied it.
"Daddy, Serena? What are you doing?" Anya asked, childish curiosity taking over her. She watched as Serena's legs fell to the ground and Darien's face reddened at being caught by his daughter in a most embarrassing way. Turning to face her, he smiled.
"Anya, Serena and I are making up. But this is only for adults who really like each other, so you can't make up with you're friends like this, okay, honey?" Serena smiled at how effective Darien was in teaching Anya lessons from his own mistakes. A look of understanding came upon Anya's face and changed quickly to worry.
"Then keep making up, Daddy! Maybe Serena's not your friend yet!" She turned and ran out of the kitchen, headed for her own room. After the click of her door locking, Darien turned to face Serena once more and winked.
"Serena, are you still mad at me?"
"Yes. I hate you, Darien Shields!" she responded with a laugh, and once again the two were up against the wall, kissing as though they'd never see each other again.
Serena felt Darien's hands move up the loose shirttails, pushing aside her underwear. His fingers found her wetness and a shiver of pleasure rolled up her spine. She arched against him, pushing him further into her. He removed his hand and brought it up to his mouth, sucking the juices off of his fingers. Bringing his hands to her chest, he undid her shirt and revealed her breasts to the cold, drafty air. Her nipples stood erect and Darien moaned in need.
He let Serena down and she let her hands roam to his buttons, undoing each one with ease. She slid his pants down and he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side and out of the way. Serena kissed Darien with irrepressible desire, and he pushed her against the wall forcefully. Looking at her sapphire blue eyes, which were darkened with lust, he kissed her hard and she responded by wrapping her legs around his waist. With a groan he pushed into her with all his might, becoming more and more in love with her with every thrust; every moan; every sweet kiss.
Serena climaxed first, arched up against Darien as he kissed and blew on her neck. The touch of her breasts sent Darien over the top moments later, and he held Serena up against the wall; her legs still wrapped around his waist.
They picked up their clothing and dressed once again, hoping they'd be covered up when Anya emerged to see how their "making up" went.
Darien kissed Serena once more and held her tightly to his chest.
"I hope we can make it through today without any more of these little 'sessions', Serena, or I'll never leave this house again!"
"I hope they never end, Darien. But I think I need a shower." Serena realized only after it came out of her mouth the sexual innuendo in this statement.
"Can you wait until Anya's bus comes? It'll be here in a half hour. Oh, shit! Anya, come on honey, get dressed! You have to go to school today! Serena, will you help her get dressed? I've got to make her some cereal." Darien kissed Serena's sweat soaked forehead before turning away to the pantry.
Serena turned and walked down the hallway towards Anya's room, where she was sitting on her bed.
"Serena, did you and Daddy make up? I don't want you guys to fight." Her eyes were filled with wonder, and her lower lip protruded in a pout. 'Funny, that's how I look when I don't get my way...' Serena thought.
"Yes, Daddy and I made up. Now, let's get dressed! Daddy's making you cereal. What do you want to wear?" Serena walked over to Anya's own walk-in closet, which was at a lower level so Anya could reach it by herself.
"I want to wear the pink dress! Can I, Serena?" Serena looked at the dress Anya pointed at, hoping it wasn't a special dress. Serena pulled it out and frowned. The dress was a pale pink, trimmed with a lavender lace. Serena looked for the matching socks, but instead found a pair of pale pink sandals with lavender soles.
"Anya, this dress is a special dress. You don't want to rip it playing or anything, do you? If you rip it, you can't wear it anymore, sweetie." Serena tried to explain it to Anya in the lightest was possible, and she waited, unsure of herself, for Anya's answer.
"I don't want it! I like the dress, but Beryl gave it to me! She was so mean; no one should ever like her!" Anya's face contorted into a look of sheer childish hatred, and though Serena could understand where she was coming form, she could not condone it.
"Honey, you shouldn't say things like that. I know Beryl was mean, but you have to hope that one day she'll change. That way, no one gets hurt and it shows her she had no effect on you. That's how big girls do it." Serena did the one thing she knew how; appeal to a young child's desire to be a 'big kid'.
"Okay, I guess so. Then can I wear the blue skirt with the white top?" Serena was stunned at how quickly Anya's mind had changed, and how good she was at picking her own outfits. Serena hung the dress back up and pulled out a baby blue, tan and white plaid skirt and a white t-shirt. Handing them to Anya, she pulled a pair of black Mary-Jane's and white socks which had the plaid pattern on it from a drawer beneath it and laid them on the floor.
"Anya, Daddy and I will be in the kitchen. Call me if you need me!" Serena watched as Anya nodded her head and turned to walk out, closing the door behind her. After heading to her own room to dress, she began walking to the kitchen. When she emerged, Darien was sitting at the table with the milk, cereal and morning newspaper.
"Well, good to know I don't have to cook breakfast. Actually, I'd kill you if I cooked breakfast; I'm an awful cook. I burn everything." Serena laughed and Darien's face turned up and he looked into her eyes. Serena sat beside him and kissed his cheek.
"Then I'll always cook. And if I can't, we'll go out for dinner." Darien placed his arm around her waist and she leaned into him, not moving when Anya emerged and sat at the counter.
"Daddy, is Serena going to walk me to the bus too?" She asked while gathering her cereal. For a five year old, Anya was quite capable of doing things on her own. After eating, she placed her dishes in the sink and grabbed Darien's hand, pulling him off of his stood.
"Daddy, the bus will be here soon, come on! Serena, hurry!" Anya's excitement bubbled over into the two adults and soon they were in the elevator, Anya bouncing up and down, Darien holding onto Serena by the waist. When the bell rang and the doors had barely opened, Anya darted out and into the foyer downstairs. Darien and Serena were quick to follow, hardly keeping their eyes on Anya's blurring body as she ran through the lobby.
When they reached outside, a yellow school bus was parked in the driveway of the hotel. The doors opened with a 'swish' and Anya hugged Darien and Serena before getting on and chatting with her friends.
Darien and Serena turned to walk inside again, hand in hand. They took the elevator back up to the suite and Darien sat down on the couch. Serena sat beside him and kissed his lips gently.
"Serena, I think we need to talk." Darien's gaze landed on Serena's eyes, which were boiling in confusion.
"What about, Darien? Have I done something wrong?" Serena worried she looked as scared as she felt, but didn't care too much. She just knew that something big was going to happen.
"Well, after seeing you with Anya, it got me thinking. Anya really likes you, and I do too, and I was wondering if you'd, you know, live with us for a while." Darien lowered his eyes, embarrassed at the time frame this had all happened in. Serena's eyes lit up and she jumped up and down in her seat.
"Oh, Darien, of course I'll stay with you and Anya! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Serena leaned in and kissed him once more, then hugged him with all her strength.
"Umm, I have to go shower now. I'm kind of dirty." She got up and walked to the hallway, turning around and winking at Darien before continuing her journey to the master bedroom. She closed the door behind her and began undressing as she walked, leaving a trail of clothing leading to the bathroom door. Upon the handle hung her black thong, letting Darien know she was inside.
Darien followed her, grinning at the clothing trail leading to the shower. He rid himself of his clothing and took the thong off the handle as he opened it. The shower was running and the glass shower door had already begun to fog up, leaving Serena's lower half blurry, but giving him a full view of her torso.
Growing hard, he opened the door to reveal Serena's body, her long, blonde hair hanging in loose, wet curls and darkened by the water. Beads of sweat mixed with water to cascade down her body, and Darien ached to be one of those water droplets. He wished he could caress her skin like the water, soft and smooth, feeling every curve of her shapely body.
Water began to run down Darien's body and Serena looked on hungrily as the water coursed over his rock hard abs, making her wet between her legs, which she knew wasn't water. His hands reached out and pulled her into a hug, bringing her face up to his so he could kiss her passionately.
"Serena, if we keep doing this I'll never get to work." Darien tried to pull away from her but Serena held on tighter.
"I never want you to go." Serena kissed him lightly on the lips, shivering when he kissed her neck.
This time, though, it was Serena's turn to say stop.
"Darien, the phone is ringing. It might be my dad; he said he'd try and call." She shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, leaving Darien cold and very erect.
"But Serena..." He said, faking the whine Anya used when she wasn't getting her way.
"No buts, honey, now brush your teeth and get ready for work." She replied jokingly, trying to be overly motherly. Wrapping a towel around herself, she sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Shields' residence, Serena speaking."
"Serena! I'm so glad I got a hold of you. Massimo, he's sick. Yesterday we were over there playing cards when he just fainted. The doctor says his heart's failing, and he's only got a week left unless he gets a heart transplant. We found a donor, but if the heart is rejected he could die. Sere, innamorato, you have to come home!" Paolo exclaimed, sending Serena reeling. Paolo was Massimo's oldest and dearest friend, and had been there for him when Natalia died.
"Paolo! Tell papa I'm coming home, and I'm bringing Anya with me! Tell him to hold on!" Serena turned around to face Darien, who'd sat behind her and slung his arms around her shoulders.
"Darien, have you got a plane?" Serena's Italian accent stood out in her worried tone.
"Yes, I have a plane, why do you ask?"
"We, meaning Anya, you and I, need to go to Italy. Now! Papa's in the hospital, and he may not live!"
"Ok, Serena, ok. I'll call them and get them to set it up. Tell Paolo we'll be there tonight." Darien rubbed Serena's back reassuringly.
"Paolo, we'll be there tonight. Darien and Anya are coming too. They have to meet papa. I love you, Paolo, and tell papa that I love him."
"I will, innamorato, I will. I love you too." Serena heard the click of the line being cut, and tears flowed freely from her eyes.
"Serena, honey, come on. You pack clothes for Anya and you, and I'll call the pilot and tell him to have it ready in an hour. I'll get Mina to pick up Anya and bring her here. Hurry, we don't have much time." Darien kissed Serena's forehead and she closed her eyes.
"You're right. Let's get going." Serena stood up and walked into her room, grabbing her largest suitcase. All of her clothing was still folded from the trip over to America, so there wasn't much to do as far as folding went. In ten minutes, she had packed enough clothing to last her two weeks.
Rolling her suitcase behind her, she placed it at the front door before heading to Anya's room to pack.
Opening the closet, she grabbed many pairs of shorts and pants, as well as a few skirts. Quickly finding all the matching tops, she laid them all into a large suitcase, which meant no folding. Smiling, Serena realized so had packed for both her and Anya, but was still not dressed.
Heading back to her room with Anya's suitcase in tow, she looked into her own closet. Deciding it wasn't really warm out, she pulled out a chocolate brown and light pink vertical striped skirt, and a pale pink halter top to match. She grabbed her chocolate brown strap sandals and took them over to her bed.
Dressing quickly, she put on a tan halter bra and a matching thong. The skirt fit low on her hips, and swirled gently just below her knees. Picking up her pink purse, she pulled Anya's suitcase behind her and grinned when she saw Darien's tall form in the doorway, holding onto a little girl's hand.
"Mina dropped Anya off like two seconds ago. We have to hurry; the plane is nearly ready for take off. A doorman is waiting downstairs with the limo and our bags are already in the trunk. The elevator is waiting; I just have to lock up." Darien smiled and let Serena through the doorway and into the hallway, Anya following her into the elevator. Darien locked the door and walked down the hallway to the elevator's now closing doors. Slipping in just as they closed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where are we going, Daddy?" Anya's small voice was the first to break the quiet.
"Serena's daddy is sick, so we're going to see him. Do you know where Italy is?" Darien watched as Anya shook her head.
"It's across the ocean, sweetheart. We're going on a big girl trip, so you have to be extra good. You'll be meeting a lot of new people over there."
The doors opened wide and the three walked out into the lobby hurriedly. A doorman took the suitcase as they climbed into the back of the limo, placing it alongside the others in the trunk already.
The driver pulled away from the curb and they were off, driving to the nearest airport.
When they reached the terminal, they rushed into one of the storage wings where Darien's private jet was held. Darien helped Anya and Serena into the plane, getting in last himself. When everyone was seated and their entire luggage was placed in the cargo hold, they taxied off.
When they reached the appropriate altitude, Darien, Serena and Anya removed their seatbelts. Serena motioned for Darien to join her at the window farthest from Anya, hoping they wouldn't be overheard.
"Darien, we have to tell her. She needs to know that my papa is her grandpa." Serena's eyes showed care and hope, but her face shadowed it with worry. "We have to tell her on this plane, right here, right now."
"OK. Let me handle this. We'll do it right now, so that she can get used to it long before we land." Darien hugged Serena tightly, as if to try and make her fears disappear. "Don't worry; everything will be alright."
"Anya, honey, Serena and I have something to tell you..."
As Darien walked into the kitchen, he fought the urge to go back and make love to Serena again. It was so perfect; so beautiful; so passionate. Darien had never felt so engrossed in sex before, and he smiled as he realized why. He was in love with Serena.
A few minutes later, Serena came out of the room and into the kitchen dressed in only her underwear and another of Darien's dress shirts. Her long legs carried her gracefully towards him, and her swollen red lips landed upon his for another all-consuming kiss. When they broke for air, Darien looked intently into Serena's eyes.
"That was amazing, Serena." He whispered huskily, watching as her eyelashes lowered at the memory. Serena felt the familiar wet sensation between her legs and leaned in for another kiss, this time breaking it off and resting her head on Darien's chest.
"Can we do it again?" She murmured, and Darien turned off the burner, so as to turn his attention fully to her.
"We can do it whenever you want, baby." And he kissed her hard, pushing her over to the wall of the kitchen. He ground his hips into hers, moaning in sweet pleasure. Serena arched against him, and he pushed even harder against her, letting her feel the length of his erection. She locked her legs around his waist and grinded against him, carnal pleasure and needs taking over her sensible side.
A small noise was heard, and then a tiny, tired voice accompanied it.
"Daddy, Serena? What are you doing?" Anya asked, childish curiosity taking over her. She watched as Serena's legs fell to the ground and Darien's face reddened at being caught by his daughter in a most embarrassing way. Turning to face her, he smiled.
"Anya, Serena and I are making up. But this is only for adults who really like each other, so you can't make up with you're friends like this, okay, honey?" Serena smiled at how effective Darien was in teaching Anya lessons from his own mistakes. A look of understanding came upon Anya's face and changed quickly to worry.
"Then keep making up, Daddy! Maybe Serena's not your friend yet!" She turned and ran out of the kitchen, headed for her own room. After the click of her door locking, Darien turned to face Serena once more and winked.
"Serena, are you still mad at me?"
"Yes. I hate you, Darien Shields!" she responded with a laugh, and once again the two were up against the wall, kissing as though they'd never see each other again.
Serena felt Darien's hands move up the loose shirttails, pushing aside her underwear. His fingers found her wetness and a shiver of pleasure rolled up her spine. She arched against him, pushing him further into her. He removed his hand and brought it up to his mouth, sucking the juices off of his fingers. Bringing his hands to her chest, he undid her shirt and revealed her breasts to the cold, drafty air. Her nipples stood erect and Darien moaned in need.
He let Serena down and she let her hands roam to his buttons, undoing each one with ease. She slid his pants down and he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side and out of the way. Serena kissed Darien with irrepressible desire, and he pushed her against the wall forcefully. Looking at her sapphire blue eyes, which were darkened with lust, he kissed her hard and she responded by wrapping her legs around his waist. With a groan he pushed into her with all his might, becoming more and more in love with her with every thrust; every moan; every sweet kiss.
Serena climaxed first, arched up against Darien as he kissed and blew on her neck. The touch of her breasts sent Darien over the top moments later, and he held Serena up against the wall; her legs still wrapped around his waist.
They picked up their clothing and dressed once again, hoping they'd be covered up when Anya emerged to see how their "making up" went.
Darien kissed Serena once more and held her tightly to his chest.
"I hope we can make it through today without any more of these little 'sessions', Serena, or I'll never leave this house again!"
"I hope they never end, Darien. But I think I need a shower." Serena realized only after it came out of her mouth the sexual innuendo in this statement.
"Can you wait until Anya's bus comes? It'll be here in a half hour. Oh, shit! Anya, come on honey, get dressed! You have to go to school today! Serena, will you help her get dressed? I've got to make her some cereal." Darien kissed Serena's sweat soaked forehead before turning away to the pantry.
Serena turned and walked down the hallway towards Anya's room, where she was sitting on her bed.
"Serena, did you and Daddy make up? I don't want you guys to fight." Her eyes were filled with wonder, and her lower lip protruded in a pout. 'Funny, that's how I look when I don't get my way...' Serena thought.
"Yes, Daddy and I made up. Now, let's get dressed! Daddy's making you cereal. What do you want to wear?" Serena walked over to Anya's own walk-in closet, which was at a lower level so Anya could reach it by herself.
"I want to wear the pink dress! Can I, Serena?" Serena looked at the dress Anya pointed at, hoping it wasn't a special dress. Serena pulled it out and frowned. The dress was a pale pink, trimmed with a lavender lace. Serena looked for the matching socks, but instead found a pair of pale pink sandals with lavender soles.
"Anya, this dress is a special dress. You don't want to rip it playing or anything, do you? If you rip it, you can't wear it anymore, sweetie." Serena tried to explain it to Anya in the lightest was possible, and she waited, unsure of herself, for Anya's answer.
"I don't want it! I like the dress, but Beryl gave it to me! She was so mean; no one should ever like her!" Anya's face contorted into a look of sheer childish hatred, and though Serena could understand where she was coming form, she could not condone it.
"Honey, you shouldn't say things like that. I know Beryl was mean, but you have to hope that one day she'll change. That way, no one gets hurt and it shows her she had no effect on you. That's how big girls do it." Serena did the one thing she knew how; appeal to a young child's desire to be a 'big kid'.
"Okay, I guess so. Then can I wear the blue skirt with the white top?" Serena was stunned at how quickly Anya's mind had changed, and how good she was at picking her own outfits. Serena hung the dress back up and pulled out a baby blue, tan and white plaid skirt and a white t-shirt. Handing them to Anya, she pulled a pair of black Mary-Jane's and white socks which had the plaid pattern on it from a drawer beneath it and laid them on the floor.
"Anya, Daddy and I will be in the kitchen. Call me if you need me!" Serena watched as Anya nodded her head and turned to walk out, closing the door behind her. After heading to her own room to dress, she began walking to the kitchen. When she emerged, Darien was sitting at the table with the milk, cereal and morning newspaper.
"Well, good to know I don't have to cook breakfast. Actually, I'd kill you if I cooked breakfast; I'm an awful cook. I burn everything." Serena laughed and Darien's face turned up and he looked into her eyes. Serena sat beside him and kissed his cheek.
"Then I'll always cook. And if I can't, we'll go out for dinner." Darien placed his arm around her waist and she leaned into him, not moving when Anya emerged and sat at the counter.
"Daddy, is Serena going to walk me to the bus too?" She asked while gathering her cereal. For a five year old, Anya was quite capable of doing things on her own. After eating, she placed her dishes in the sink and grabbed Darien's hand, pulling him off of his stood.
"Daddy, the bus will be here soon, come on! Serena, hurry!" Anya's excitement bubbled over into the two adults and soon they were in the elevator, Anya bouncing up and down, Darien holding onto Serena by the waist. When the bell rang and the doors had barely opened, Anya darted out and into the foyer downstairs. Darien and Serena were quick to follow, hardly keeping their eyes on Anya's blurring body as she ran through the lobby.
When they reached outside, a yellow school bus was parked in the driveway of the hotel. The doors opened with a 'swish' and Anya hugged Darien and Serena before getting on and chatting with her friends.
Darien and Serena turned to walk inside again, hand in hand. They took the elevator back up to the suite and Darien sat down on the couch. Serena sat beside him and kissed his lips gently.
"Serena, I think we need to talk." Darien's gaze landed on Serena's eyes, which were boiling in confusion.
"What about, Darien? Have I done something wrong?" Serena worried she looked as scared as she felt, but didn't care too much. She just knew that something big was going to happen.
"Well, after seeing you with Anya, it got me thinking. Anya really likes you, and I do too, and I was wondering if you'd, you know, live with us for a while." Darien lowered his eyes, embarrassed at the time frame this had all happened in. Serena's eyes lit up and she jumped up and down in her seat.
"Oh, Darien, of course I'll stay with you and Anya! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Serena leaned in and kissed him once more, then hugged him with all her strength.
"Umm, I have to go shower now. I'm kind of dirty." She got up and walked to the hallway, turning around and winking at Darien before continuing her journey to the master bedroom. She closed the door behind her and began undressing as she walked, leaving a trail of clothing leading to the bathroom door. Upon the handle hung her black thong, letting Darien know she was inside.
Darien followed her, grinning at the clothing trail leading to the shower. He rid himself of his clothing and took the thong off the handle as he opened it. The shower was running and the glass shower door had already begun to fog up, leaving Serena's lower half blurry, but giving him a full view of her torso.
Growing hard, he opened the door to reveal Serena's body, her long, blonde hair hanging in loose, wet curls and darkened by the water. Beads of sweat mixed with water to cascade down her body, and Darien ached to be one of those water droplets. He wished he could caress her skin like the water, soft and smooth, feeling every curve of her shapely body.
Water began to run down Darien's body and Serena looked on hungrily as the water coursed over his rock hard abs, making her wet between her legs, which she knew wasn't water. His hands reached out and pulled her into a hug, bringing her face up to his so he could kiss her passionately.
"Serena, if we keep doing this I'll never get to work." Darien tried to pull away from her but Serena held on tighter.
"I never want you to go." Serena kissed him lightly on the lips, shivering when he kissed her neck.
This time, though, it was Serena's turn to say stop.
"Darien, the phone is ringing. It might be my dad; he said he'd try and call." She shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, leaving Darien cold and very erect.
"But Serena..." He said, faking the whine Anya used when she wasn't getting her way.
"No buts, honey, now brush your teeth and get ready for work." She replied jokingly, trying to be overly motherly. Wrapping a towel around herself, she sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Shields' residence, Serena speaking."
"Serena! I'm so glad I got a hold of you. Massimo, he's sick. Yesterday we were over there playing cards when he just fainted. The doctor says his heart's failing, and he's only got a week left unless he gets a heart transplant. We found a donor, but if the heart is rejected he could die. Sere, innamorato, you have to come home!" Paolo exclaimed, sending Serena reeling. Paolo was Massimo's oldest and dearest friend, and had been there for him when Natalia died.
"Paolo! Tell papa I'm coming home, and I'm bringing Anya with me! Tell him to hold on!" Serena turned around to face Darien, who'd sat behind her and slung his arms around her shoulders.
"Darien, have you got a plane?" Serena's Italian accent stood out in her worried tone.
"Yes, I have a plane, why do you ask?"
"We, meaning Anya, you and I, need to go to Italy. Now! Papa's in the hospital, and he may not live!"
"Ok, Serena, ok. I'll call them and get them to set it up. Tell Paolo we'll be there tonight." Darien rubbed Serena's back reassuringly.
"Paolo, we'll be there tonight. Darien and Anya are coming too. They have to meet papa. I love you, Paolo, and tell papa that I love him."
"I will, innamorato, I will. I love you too." Serena heard the click of the line being cut, and tears flowed freely from her eyes.
"Serena, honey, come on. You pack clothes for Anya and you, and I'll call the pilot and tell him to have it ready in an hour. I'll get Mina to pick up Anya and bring her here. Hurry, we don't have much time." Darien kissed Serena's forehead and she closed her eyes.
"You're right. Let's get going." Serena stood up and walked into her room, grabbing her largest suitcase. All of her clothing was still folded from the trip over to America, so there wasn't much to do as far as folding went. In ten minutes, she had packed enough clothing to last her two weeks.
Rolling her suitcase behind her, she placed it at the front door before heading to Anya's room to pack.
Opening the closet, she grabbed many pairs of shorts and pants, as well as a few skirts. Quickly finding all the matching tops, she laid them all into a large suitcase, which meant no folding. Smiling, Serena realized so had packed for both her and Anya, but was still not dressed.
Heading back to her room with Anya's suitcase in tow, she looked into her own closet. Deciding it wasn't really warm out, she pulled out a chocolate brown and light pink vertical striped skirt, and a pale pink halter top to match. She grabbed her chocolate brown strap sandals and took them over to her bed.
Dressing quickly, she put on a tan halter bra and a matching thong. The skirt fit low on her hips, and swirled gently just below her knees. Picking up her pink purse, she pulled Anya's suitcase behind her and grinned when she saw Darien's tall form in the doorway, holding onto a little girl's hand.
"Mina dropped Anya off like two seconds ago. We have to hurry; the plane is nearly ready for take off. A doorman is waiting downstairs with the limo and our bags are already in the trunk. The elevator is waiting; I just have to lock up." Darien smiled and let Serena through the doorway and into the hallway, Anya following her into the elevator. Darien locked the door and walked down the hallway to the elevator's now closing doors. Slipping in just as they closed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where are we going, Daddy?" Anya's small voice was the first to break the quiet.
"Serena's daddy is sick, so we're going to see him. Do you know where Italy is?" Darien watched as Anya shook her head.
"It's across the ocean, sweetheart. We're going on a big girl trip, so you have to be extra good. You'll be meeting a lot of new people over there."
The doors opened wide and the three walked out into the lobby hurriedly. A doorman took the suitcase as they climbed into the back of the limo, placing it alongside the others in the trunk already.
The driver pulled away from the curb and they were off, driving to the nearest airport.
When they reached the terminal, they rushed into one of the storage wings where Darien's private jet was held. Darien helped Anya and Serena into the plane, getting in last himself. When everyone was seated and their entire luggage was placed in the cargo hold, they taxied off.
When they reached the appropriate altitude, Darien, Serena and Anya removed their seatbelts. Serena motioned for Darien to join her at the window farthest from Anya, hoping they wouldn't be overheard.
"Darien, we have to tell her. She needs to know that my papa is her grandpa." Serena's eyes showed care and hope, but her face shadowed it with worry. "We have to tell her on this plane, right here, right now."
"OK. Let me handle this. We'll do it right now, so that she can get used to it long before we land." Darien hugged Serena tightly, as if to try and make her fears disappear. "Don't worry; everything will be alright."
"Anya, honey, Serena and I have something to tell you..."