Chapter five. Sorry it's taken so long. I guess that 'update every week' thing didn't really work out, hu?
Disclaimer: I don't own it. You know it. I'm trying to get over it. '(
She looked carefully though the various crates and refrigerators, trying desperately to find something edible in that godforsaken place.
He watched her bound off towards the place in the cafeteria where they keep the food. Her skirt was almost coming up over her butt, ever so slightly exposing her underwear. He pried his eyes away just as she turned to give him a second look. 'Probably felt my eyes on her.' He mentally reasoned.
He thought back through the year and some-odd months he had known her. Had she really changed that much, or did he just not notice it until now? She was definitely not childish anymore. Well, not in the body. She still seemed to be in the mind, though. 'Too bad she has to speak…' He thought once again, amused. "Well…" He muttered out-loud to himself, unaware of his approaching audience. "She's not all that bad when she speaks…" He went back to his inner monolog. 'Her voice can be sweet when she's being innocent.' He thought about the various times he had seen her trying to comfort one of her friends in the arcade when they had gone through another boyfriend. 'I wonder if she has a boyfriend?' He shook the thought away, mentally appalled at himself. "God, what's wrong with me!" He shook his head harder.
"Oh a number of things." Feminine voice answered. "Where should we start?"
He spun around and glared Serena, Popsicle in-hand. She smiled with mock innocence and began to suck on it gently.
She paused momentarily. "Did I scare ya?" She resumed the action.
He watched the motion of her mouth, lost in evil thoughts for but a second. He recaptured his mind just as it began to roam too out of control. "No, Serena. Your mere presence scares me. Your voice traumatizes." He said venomously. "Now can we get back to the room?"
"Just gimmie a minute." She sat down next to him. "I'm trying to finish it faster." She began to suck hard at the popsicle.
He glanced at her actions, and then turned away when his pants started to strain him.
He stood, making sure his back was facing away from her. "I'm going back to the room. I might as well grade things while you're sucking off that popsicle." He abruptly caught himself. 'Oh god… sucking on! Not off!' He started towards the cafeteria doors, praying she didn't notice.
She squeaked. He turned his head over his shoulder. "Are you ok?"
She looked at him. Her lips were red from the popsicle. She stood up. "I'm done." She looked freaked out.
'Oh god… she heard what I said.' He mentally kicked himself.
She headed for the door, trying to get around him.
He jutted his arm out in the doorway before she could leave. "What's your hurry?" He said in a gruffer than usual voice, surprising himself.
"I just need to get back. That's all." She looked up at him.
He turned around, keeping his arm in the doorway still. She tried to duck around him, going under his arm, but he kept moving in her way.
"What's the big idea, Mister Shields?" She mocked his formal name, once again. He could her the waver in her voice. 'She's nervous, but why? What I said wasn't much to get upset over. Just a slip of the tongue…' He thought, provoking new images in his mind. He really had to stop this. It wasn't healthy. He tried to convince himself of this.
She put her hand on his chest and tried to push him over a little. "Darien, move!" She pushed him a littler harder. He didn't budge.
He looked down at her as she pushed on him. This was almost too much to take. Why was his body reacting this way? This was Serena, for crying out loud!
She didn't like that look in his eyes… This was getting all-too-similar to the fantasies she used to have, before she discovered how much of a jerk Darien was.
(AN: Minna-san! You know how I said that I wasn't going to lemon this fic? Well… I lied… heh… one will happen, but not right now. That would just be too OOC for them both. Ok, I'm done now. Resume.)
"You shouldn't do that." He whispered.
"Do what?" She strained to hear him.
"Have your hands where they are." He responded, looking down at her hands, insinuating what he meant.
She noticed that she practically had one of her hands on his lower regions. 'Jeez… are his pants always that tight?' She thought with a blush, not understanding why his pants were that way.
She removed her hands from him, taking a step back.
'God, Shields, you're a perv. Just let her go, you child molester.' His brain scolded him. Seemingly on command, his arm came down from the doorway. She made for the exit. He put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her.
She looked up at him and for an instant, there eyes met. "I- … I'll be back to the room in a minute." He removed his hand from her, but she still stood there, looking at him for what seemed like an eternity.
"Ok." She said softly, and then she was off. Down the hallway she went.
Ok, that was odd, I admit. I don't really know what came over me while writing that. I guess I haven't written a lemon in a while and its coming out on this story. Oh well. Whatever happens, happens.
Love,
Eve