Sorry about the delay, Please Enjoy!
By: Lady Isis
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon
Warning: This chapter contains bed tumbling and clothes tearing, if you can't take that I suggest you push the 'back' button and read someone else's fic. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Chapter 9
Mixed Emotions
Cracking an eye, Serena cast her vision around the dark room. Only a dream, she thought relaxing against the pillow, and sighing softly. Preparing to drift back to the land of the dreams, a sudden feeling of right, yet wrongness bought a frown to her flawless face.
Grabbing the edge of the dark quilt, she peeled it slowly from her torso, dreading what she would encounter. Serena almost had a heart attack when she found a bronze hand resting upon her abdomen, the long tapered fingers wide apart, with the thumb tucked into the waist band of her skirt. Looking above the blanket for the owner, she gasped in shock, Darien slept only a few inches away from her.
Darien's body was positioned so that he lay on his stomach, with this head in her direction. Serena stopped breathing, he looked so beautiful, so innocent as he slept, she felt her heart pang with the strong desire to curl against him and kiss his god like face.
"Damn," she cursed softly, dropping the quilt back in place, and forcing her eyes to the ceiling
I'm attracted to my captor, she thought in disappear, but soon realization dawned on her, this is the perfect time to escape.
Lifting the sheet again, she slowly propped her body up on her outer elbow and gently gripped his hand, proceeding to push it away. However, no matter which way she pushed, the hand didn't move, it was like steel, yet it lay just as softly on her belly as it always had. Releasing an exasperated sigh, she flopped down, her mind devoid of any ideas.
Suddenly the hand moved like a spider up her body to cup her breast, Serena shrieked in shock and outrage, swivelling her wide eyes in Darien's direction. Unlike she'd thought, Darien was very much awake, his sculptured lips turned up in a sly grin, and his spectacular eyes glittering with amusement.
"Pervert!" Serena screamed, trying to use both hands in an effort to remove his one.
Darien chuckled in his throat, and quickly grabbed both her slender wrists, pinning them above her head as he straddled her.
"I'm not just any pervert, I'm your pervert," he corrected in his sexy voice, his nose skimming her cheek.
"Oh aren't I the lucky one," Serena said sarcastically, wriggling beneath him, "but you know a cleaner or a cook would be more productive, now let me go!"
"We could be productive too," he purred suggestively, tracing his finger over the full contour of her lower lip.
Serena scowled and snapped at his finger, but his reflexes were to fast and she missed.
"Tsk, tsk," Darien disapproved with a chuckle, "save your biting for later."
"There won't be a 'later', so let me go!" Serena insisted straining against his hands.
"No," was his short reply, "I have you just where I want you."
Serena pouted with a little 'hmph', and diverted her eyes from his infuriating face, if only I had a stake right now, I'd kill myself, I'm so stupid!
Her adorable expression caused Darien's loins to tighten, as he drank in every aspect of her faultless features. His primal instinct took over, Mine, ran through his head, like a broken record, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. Darien wanted her so bad unlike anything he'd felt before, now that he'd felt the connection between them; he knew he could never live without her. He wanted feel the age old union between two souls, described as 'indescribable' and feel her naked body against his as they preformed the ancient dance of love. Just the thought turned Darien hard. But first he had to show her who she belonged to.
Using his free hand, Darien walked his forefinger and middle finger up the valley of Serena's breasts to the neckline of Serena's pink contoured sweater.
"What the hell are you doing!" Serena yelped, panic creeping into her voice
"What does it look like kitten?" He murmured, the pink stitching splitting on contact with his finger tip and parting in a 'V'.
"Hey!" Serena yelped, "I got that as a gift, and its cashmere!" she seethed.
"Believe me you'll get many more gifts and all the cashmere you want." He reassured.
Butterflies and a soft ache lower down formed within her body, at the disarming smile he sent, oh goddess, this can't be happening her mind cried, as her body melted with every carefully laid touch. Cupping her neck, Darien's hot mouth descended onto the double puncture wounds, where he slowly and sensually he began to tease the sensitive skin, his tongue flicking over the wounds, involuntarily extracting a moan deep within Serena's throat.
"Stop," Serena cried in pain and pleasure, her body writhing beneath his chest
"Say my name," he whispered, biting gently on her earlobe, his pants becoming increasingly uncomfortable
"De Silva," she gasped as he moved on, sensually kissing down the column of her throat.
"Wrong answer," he breathed against her skin, further splitting the sweater, to reveal the swell of her creamy breasts encased in a lacy pink bra.
Sliding his hand into the cut 'V' of her sweater, Darien gently claimed her breast and softly caressed it, loving the way it fit into his hand, neither too big nor too small. Perfect.
"Say it," he hissed, his tongue dipping into the hallow of her throat
"DARIEN!" She screamed in defeat, her lips burning, desperate for attention
As if knowing this, Darien slammed his lips against hers, hungrily devouring her. With all resistance gone Serena's lips parted allowing him entrance within. Vaguely Serena heard Darien's moan of appreciation, before he slipped into the caverns of her mouth and reeked havoc on her senses.
"Serena…" he breathed against her lips, "I need you."
Releasing her hands, Serena's fingers flew to his face, pulling him closer, coaxing his body upon hers, where she could feel the full extent of his hardness pushing between her legs. Serena's wide eyes flicked to his and a small smirk crossed his features.
A pixyish smile replaced her shock, "Why Darien, I think you have a little hard problem," she informed in a breathy voice, raising her knee and agonizingly rubbing against it.
Darien groaned, a shudder rippling through his body, "Not just my problem, you were the cause," he retorted before claiming her lips, desperately seeking to get closer.
Sliding her fingers over the material of his shirt, she blindly sought the buttons pulling them open, to glide the black material from his broad shoulders. Skimming her hands over the defined contours of his chest, she circled her finger round his hard nipple and followed the silky hair over the ridges of muscle, until she encountered his heavy belt buckle.
Grabbing her fingers from their torturous teasing, Darien kissed the tips and placed her palm over his heart, "Serena," he said seriously "I need you, I want you to be mine forever."
Forcing her body up, Darien tilted his head to the side exposing his neck, "Bite me," he commanded
Serena focused on his neck, noting the way his Adams apple moved, and the small pulsing near his stubble darkened jaw. Serena felt her teeth sharpen and throb with a dull ache to bite him, her throat constricted in fear at the overwhelming need to taste his blood.
"No," she managed hoarsely, before adding strength, "NO, I will not be a slave to a…a Vampire!" she spat.
"BITE ME!" Darien roared in anger, grabbing her arm as she attempted to slide off the bed
"I'll die before I become your mate," she hissed, trying to pull his bruising fingers from her arm.
"That's not what your lips were saying a moment ago," Darien snarled, pushing her shoulders into the mattress.
"You will become my mate, no matter what, you will be mine." He said in a chilling tone leaning down to kiss her red lips.
Jerking her head to the side, Darien sighed in irritation as his lips skimmed her smooth cheek. Sliding from the bed Darien slipped his shirt on, and headed to the door. Just as his hand rested on the handle, he turned around and focused on her motionless body lying amongst the twisted black sheets.
"I'll be back tonight," he said softly, sadness and longing evident in his voice.
Closing the door, Darien slid the key into the hole and swiftly flicked his wrist sealing it. Leaning against the wall, Darien gritted his teeth with barely contained anger. Why was she so damn stubborn! He cursed, but then that's exactly what he wanted in his woman. And what a woman she was, Darien grinned, intelligent, devious and amazing. Looking down, the bulge in his pants proved not only did she satisfy him mentally, but physically as well.
He couldn't wait to make love to her, to have her wriggling body beneath him as he showed her what she meant to him. Closing the middle button of his open shirt, he came to the conclusion that he needed a cold shower fast or else he would return back to that nymph and ravage her all night.
"Hey Darien," came a yell up the hall
Darien's head snapped to the familiar voice, "Zach, how the hell did you get in?"
"Through the door," Zach answered nonchalantly
Darien rolled his eyes, "Fine, what do you want?"
"I got a call from Max, he's been trying to phone you but no one seems to answer the phone," Zach replied with a small grin, "me thinks you were up to something, in your bedroom."
Darien growled and brushed past re-directing towards his study Zach in tow. Stepping into the office, Darien ambled to the liquor cupboard, where he proceeded to place two crystal glasses on the bench. Filling each a quarter way up, Darien handed one to Zach and sat behind his desk, swirling his glass mindlessly in one hand.
"So what does Max want?" Darien asked in a bored tone.
Zach took a sip of alcohol, letting the bitter liquid burn down his throat.
"You know Max was really messed up when that damn Vampire hunter stole Mina," Darien's jaw twitched, "and he wants a meeting tonight to discuss her, eradication."
A cracking resounded through the room.
"Jeesh Darien! Why the hell did you do that?" Zach yelled, eyeing the shattered crystal shards drop to the table, in a pool of blood and amber.
"Sorry, do continue," Darien said blatantly, brushing the rest of the glass from his hand, an ice cold fire of danger burning within his eyes.
"He also said something about being unable to remove some silver necklace from Mina's neck. So Beryl's coming too."
Darien grimaced. That bloody woman had been after him ever since he'd first met her. To be honest Darien despised her, with a passion, from her impossibly red hair, to her perfectly pedicured toes. His taste ran more for petite blonds locked up in his room. But then, Darien had found one aspect of her useful, which was her witchcraft heritage. Over the past months she had removed curses, cast curses, concocted undetectable poisons, located people and other witchy things. That's all she was good for.
"Any more delightful guest coming?" Darien asked
"Uh Nathan might come, but Jed won't, he's been lost since Ray left."
"That's what happens when your soul mate happens to be Ray." Darien commented dryly
"Come on Darien, be serious. He's been a zombie, he won't eat, won't speak, he just stares at the wall. Do you know what's up with her, why she left? Where she is?"
"Hell I don't know what's wrong with her, I can't understand women," he paused, "especially mine," he muttered, thinking about Serena's rebellious attitude towards him, and her choice of occupation
Zach frowned but didn't say anything
"So are you coming?" Darien asked
"I think I'll take a rain check." Zach answered, Darien shrugged in response
Downing the rest of his glass, Zach dumped his glass roughly on the desk and stood up, "well that's all, I'll show myself out. Might see you tomorrow, or whenever."
"Good Night," Darien replied as Zach walked out the door
Leaning into his leather chair, his mind unconsciously reverted to Serena, "God I need a shower now," Darien declared, but was assaulted by images of Serena naked with him, the drops of water running down her creamy skin as he licked them away.
"Shower," he muttered through gritted teeth, jogging out the door
Mina stood at the mirror in her new room: Max's room
Like the rest of the house, the room was elegant, with dark blue walls, heavy oak furniture and a four poster bed covered in a luxurious silver trimmed quilt. Looking at her image, she stared at the cursed necklace around her neck, she had to admit she did like it. The heavy silver butterfly looked antique, embellished with sapphires and emeralds that winked in the light, the only problem with it was the silver. This meant Max couldn't bond their souls or turn her, it had thoroughly angered Max. He had waited so long to bond them and now he couldn't. Mina felt her heart sink as she heard the grandfather clock in the hall chime, declaring it 7 O'clock, a whole hour since he'd left her.
Swallowing her sob Mina sat at the edge of the bed and fingered the chain catch. She hated her father and mother. Ever since she could remember they had always breathed down her neck, disapproving of everything. When Mina had told them she wanted to become a Journalist, instead of becoming the fourth generation of a Doctor they flipped and practically exiled her from the family. It hurt to think she meant so little to them, apparently when her father had eventually forced her mother to give him one child, they almost abandoned her when he found she was a girl.
But now Mina hated them more than ever, by sending that strange woman to retrieve her, they had ruined anything between them in the future. Obviously her father had paid a ridiculous price to have that woman get her back, and dispose of Max. Though she was unsuccessful in killing him, Mina knew Max had sustained bad injuries and it discouraged her to learn they were taking longer than normal to heal.
"Mina," interrupted Max's soft voice
Turning her head slowly to the side, her heart fluttered at Max's form standing in the door, but the feeling soon sank when she saw he was dressed in cream slacks, white shirt and black shoes, which meant he was going out.
"Mina don't look so sad," Max said softly, crossing the room and enfolding her within his arms, "we're going to Darien's house, and we'll remove that." Pointing to the damned silver necklace
Mina nodded mutedly, "Don't worry my love, everything will be okay." He reassured, stroking her silky blond hair, "I'll make sure of it." He finished in a hushed whisper.
Thanx I hope you enjoyed this chappy, I'm really sorry about the delay, it was unfair of me…I will really try to update sooner.
Lady Isis