***Disclaimer: I don't, nor shall I ever own the rights to Sailor Moon and its characters. All I can do is manipulate them as I see fit. *insert evil, maniacal laughter*
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Serena waved at her friends as she walked up their regular table. They stopped talking when she walked up, clueing her in to the fact that they had been talking about her.
"So?" she asked, one of eyebrows raised.
They all just looked away from her, focusing on something else entirely.
"Gee, great friends you guys are," she muttered as the waitress came to take her order. "Large Chocolate Shake and a large fry."
"Well, you see Serena, me and the girls think that you should date more, so-"
"So what? You didn't do what I think you did, did you?" When they all fidgeted in their chairs guiltily, she knew they had. "Ugh," she groaned. "How many times do I have to endure your blind dates?"
"Until you find Mr. right. We all have, now it's your turn," Mina informed her.
"What if I don't want to find Mr. Right? What if I want to die an old maid? Ever thought about that?" she grumbled.
"Now that would just be a waste," came that damned sexy voice. Serena mentally kicked Darian as he sat down beside her.
"Hey, I know! Why don't you go out with Darian!" Rei exclaimed.
"Yeah!" Mina agreed.
Serena's eyes almost popped out of her head as she choked on the soda she had taken from Lita. "What?!?" she managed to choke out.
"That is almost too perfect!" Mina said, beaming at Serena.
"Almost too perfect for what? My funeral, or his?" Serena said, still in shock.
"What's the matter Meatball Head? Don't think you could handle a night out?" Darian said calmly.
"You mean, you agree with them?!?" she asked incredously.
"Well, someone needs to get you in bed before you go insane."
Every woman at the table tried to stifle their laughter, but didn't succeed too well.
"Some friends you are!" she replied haughtily as she stood from the table, leaving before her food even got there. She stalked off down the street, towards her office. She was putting in overtime for the deal her boss had her setting up.
*****
Back in her office, Serena slumped down in her chair, her head banging on the desk.
"Why me?" she muttered. She lifted her head when she heard her door open to her office.
"Excuse me, Ms. Tsukina, but I need you to go over these documents one more time for the meeting tomorrow.
"Of course, Mr. Hughes," she said as he slammed down the stack of papers on her desk. With a sigh, she began to looking over the documents, finding absolutely nothing wrong with them.
By the time she was done, it was well past dark. She looked down at her watch and grimaced. It was 1 am. And she had to be here bright and early at 8 for her meeting with the representative from Nottingham Enterprises.
If the meeting wasn't so important, she had half a mind to stay the night in her office.
*****
Serena stood outside her office, trying her best to call a cab. Snapping her head up when she heard a familiar voice, she found Darian walking down the street, a voluptious red head all over him.
Serena raised her eyebrows when Darian finally looked up and noticed her. The smile faded from his face for a moment, before returning when his 'date' began laughing at some joke she had made.
Thankfully, a cab stopped in front of her before Darian decided to stop and talk to her. She hastily got in, telling the cab driver the address. He drove off, leaving Darian watching the back of Serena's head.
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Serena smacked her alarm clock to the floor as it went off. She cracked open her eyes, praying that it wasn't 7 already. Rolling over, a pillow over her head, she closed her eyes again. Then she remembered the meeting she had. Sighing, she slowly got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower.
After her shower, she was fully awake. She slipped on a rather short black business skirt that only went halfway down her thighs. She pulled on a white, tight, low cut tank top with a black business jacket over it. She tied her hair up in a french twist, as she only did for special occassions. She put on red lipstick and applied a little pink eyeshadow on her eyelids. Looking in the mirror, she smiled. She had made many a business deal from her sex appeal.
*****
Serena looked down at her watch as she walked into the office building, cursing. She was already 15 minutes late. She ran up the stairs in her heels, not having time to wait for the elevator.
Tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, she opened the door to the meeting room, a very angry boss looking at her, his foot tapping and his arms crossed.
"You're 20 minutes late, Ms. Tsukino."
"I'm sorry, sir, but I couldn't catch a cab in time," she answered.
"Don't worry," Serena heard a silky male voice say from the other side of the room as she walked in. "A beautiful as her could take all day and I would wait."
Serena felt a blush creep into her cheeks. She looked up to see who it was that had complimented her so graciously. When she saw him, the blood drained out of her face. It was none other than Darian Shields. "Shit," she muttered under her breath.
"Good Morning, Mr. Shields," she said, as she walked over to him and held out her hand to shake his, a smile plastered on her face. She felt like smacking herself in the head. When she was told his name was Mr. Shields, she had never occured to her that it was Darian.
"Ms. Tsukino," he said with a nod of his head.
Serena watched as Mr. Hughes sat in a chair across from Darian and gestured for her to sit next to Darian. She quietly did as she was told, and pulled out the pile of papers that she had gone over the night before.
"Mr. Shields," Serena began.
"Darian, please," he said.
"Darian," she said, trying not to grimace. "As you can see not only are we offering more money for your company, we are adding jobs and putting out more in advertisements-"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Tsukino," Darian interjected as his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and walked over to the corner of the room, talking lowly to the person at the other end.
After he hung up, he walked back over to them. "I'm sorry, but I am needed back at the office for a slight emergency. What do you say we finish this later, say, over dinner?"
Serena had to stop herself from losing her temper in front of her boss and throwing the sharpest thing she could find at Darian's head. With one glance over at her boss who gave her a stern look and a slight nod, she knew she had to.
"That would be fine," she said, allowing another fake smile to plaster itself on her face.
"Great, I'll pick you up here when you get off. What time would that be?"
"I don't know, I usually stay after for-"
"Don't be silly, Ms. Tsukino," Mr. Hughes butted in. "She gets off work at 5 o'clock."
"I'll see you at 5 then," Darian said as he picked up his suitcase and exited the room, winking at her from behind Mr. Hughes's back.
She slid down in her chair, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples.
"Serena," Mr Hughes began. "Don't mess this up."
Serena groaned and felt like her day couldn't possibly get any worse as Mr. Hughes walked out of the room.
*****
True to his word, Damn him, Darian arrived at Serena's office at 5 o'clock on the dot.
"Miss me?" he asked, laughter dancing in his eyes.
"Go to hell," she seethed out quietly, so no one else could hear her.
"Be careful, my little angel," he warned. "Someone could hear you. Or worse, you might upset me and lose the deal."
Serena's blooded raged with anger, and her hands were balled up in fists at her sides. She knew her face was turning red, but she didn't care. Who did he think he was?!?!?
"Ah, Mr. Shields," greeted Serena's boss. "Good to see you made it."
Darian smiled and shook Mr. Hughes outreached hand. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."
*****
Serena allowed herself to let Darian drive her to 'La Petit Filet', a very exclusive restaurant, even letting him open her doors.
"You're usual table, Mr. Shields?" asked the host.
Serena raised her eyebrow at this. Apparently this is where he brought all his dates.
With a nod of Darian's head, the host led them to a back table in the corner. It was a large curved booth with a rather pretty crimson velvet cover.
Serena slid in to the middle of the booth, loving the way she sunk into the velvet. A smile touched her lips. At least until Darian slid in so he was practically on top of her. She looked over at him, a 'what in the hell do you think you're doing' look on her face. Serena slid over enough to shove her bag in between them.
Darian chuckled. "You don't have to be so uptight," he said, a glint in his eye.
Just then, their waitress came over with a bottle of champagne. As Darian winked at her, Serena saw the waitress's face turn cherry red.
"Another one of your toys?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Well, I have to do something to occupy my time until you come around."
Serena snorted at this. She watched as Darian ignored her noise and poured a glass of champagne for them both. Handing her a glass, she downed half of it in one swallow.
"Slow down, Meatball head! I don't want you to not remember what I do to you."
Serena looked over at Darian, a smirk on his face. "Shall we?" she asked as she pulled the papers out for them to go over.
Darian sighed. "If we must, we must."
Serena began discussing the terms of the deal, knowing by the glazed look on Darian's face that he wasn't listening to a word she said. The only time he actually broke away was to order.
As their food came, they paused to eat, Serena still trying to talk business, much to Darian's annoyance.
As Serena took a bite of her Lobster Tail, a dribble of butter began down her chin. Before she could get her napkin to wipe it off, Darian reached over and did it for her.
She looked up at him, surprise written all over her face. Darian just smiled at her. She felt her cheeks redden. She ate the rest of her dinner in silence.
After dinner, and another glass of champagne downed in two gulps, Serena went back to business. She heard Darian let out a groan.
"What do I have to sign to get you to stop talking business and get those long legs of your wrapped around me?"
Serena's head jerked up. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," he said, leaning closer.
Serena slid away from him. "Darian, there is not enough alcohol in this world for me to EVER sleep with you!"
"Who said we would sleep?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.
Serena fought the tingle in her fingers and the butterflies in her stomach as she watched Darian slide closer to her. My gods he was a sexy man, and he knew it. She would love to press her lips against his, to feel his body against hers. 'Snap out of it girl' the voice in her head spoke up.
Serena slid out of the booth and stood up. "I think that if you want me to stay and finish this meeting, you will keep your distance," she said in a commanding voice.
Dairan sighed. "Fine, sit back down and tell me where to sign."
Serena watched slack-jawed as Darian signed the agreement. This had turned out a lot better than she had hoped. She gathered all the papers and slipped them back into her bag.
As she moved to leave, Darian grabbed her arm. "Why don't you stay for dessert?" he asked her.
"I'm not interested in the dessert that you have in mind, so if you'll excuse me." Serena slid out and walked out of the restaurant.
*****
Serena walked into the chill night air, shivering slightly as a gust of wind brushed up against her bare legs. She turned and walked down the sidewalk, hoping to see a cab along the way.
She wasn't aware that someone was behind her until she felt rough hands dragging her backwards into an alley. She looked up at her assailant as she was pushed backwards into the wall. It was a very pissed looking Darian.
"Don't you ever walk out on me like that," he demanded.
"I'll do as I please," Serena said as she made to walk past him.
His arm came up, blocking her passage. Before she knew what was happening, he had to pinned to the wall, his lips pressing firmly against hers. Serena's head swam. She wanted to push him off, but she was enjoying the way his lips felt pressed against hers. To her surprise, and Darian's, she started responding to his kiss. He unpinned her arms and she wrapped them around his neck.
Darian's hands started caressing her sides and stopped on her hips where he massaged them gently. A moan escaped Serena's lips as she pressed her body firmly into his. She felt how turned on he was and that made even crazier. One of his hands went up and crept up.
Darian's hand reached Serena's breasts and her breath hitched and a low moan escaped her mouth as he flicked his thumb across her nipple.
As if she had just realized what was happening, Serena shoved Darian away from her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Serena demanded, still out of breath and her face very red. She was defenitely not cold after that.
"What was I doing?" Darian asked. "If I'm not mistaken, you were kissing me back."
"You took advantage of me, Darian. That is not fair."
"What are you talking about?"
"You knew I had been drinking."
"You had two glasses of champagne. I hardly call that drinking."
Serena looked up at him, her chin raised. "I would appreciate it if you would just leave me alone." With that, she stalked off into the night.
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Serena waved at her friends as she walked up their regular table. They stopped talking when she walked up, clueing her in to the fact that they had been talking about her.
"So?" she asked, one of eyebrows raised.
They all just looked away from her, focusing on something else entirely.
"Gee, great friends you guys are," she muttered as the waitress came to take her order. "Large Chocolate Shake and a large fry."
"Well, you see Serena, me and the girls think that you should date more, so-"
"So what? You didn't do what I think you did, did you?" When they all fidgeted in their chairs guiltily, she knew they had. "Ugh," she groaned. "How many times do I have to endure your blind dates?"
"Until you find Mr. right. We all have, now it's your turn," Mina informed her.
"What if I don't want to find Mr. Right? What if I want to die an old maid? Ever thought about that?" she grumbled.
"Now that would just be a waste," came that damned sexy voice. Serena mentally kicked Darian as he sat down beside her.
"Hey, I know! Why don't you go out with Darian!" Rei exclaimed.
"Yeah!" Mina agreed.
Serena's eyes almost popped out of her head as she choked on the soda she had taken from Lita. "What?!?" she managed to choke out.
"That is almost too perfect!" Mina said, beaming at Serena.
"Almost too perfect for what? My funeral, or his?" Serena said, still in shock.
"What's the matter Meatball Head? Don't think you could handle a night out?" Darian said calmly.
"You mean, you agree with them?!?" she asked incredously.
"Well, someone needs to get you in bed before you go insane."
Every woman at the table tried to stifle their laughter, but didn't succeed too well.
"Some friends you are!" she replied haughtily as she stood from the table, leaving before her food even got there. She stalked off down the street, towards her office. She was putting in overtime for the deal her boss had her setting up.
*****
Back in her office, Serena slumped down in her chair, her head banging on the desk.
"Why me?" she muttered. She lifted her head when she heard her door open to her office.
"Excuse me, Ms. Tsukina, but I need you to go over these documents one more time for the meeting tomorrow.
"Of course, Mr. Hughes," she said as he slammed down the stack of papers on her desk. With a sigh, she began to looking over the documents, finding absolutely nothing wrong with them.
By the time she was done, it was well past dark. She looked down at her watch and grimaced. It was 1 am. And she had to be here bright and early at 8 for her meeting with the representative from Nottingham Enterprises.
If the meeting wasn't so important, she had half a mind to stay the night in her office.
*****
Serena stood outside her office, trying her best to call a cab. Snapping her head up when she heard a familiar voice, she found Darian walking down the street, a voluptious red head all over him.
Serena raised her eyebrows when Darian finally looked up and noticed her. The smile faded from his face for a moment, before returning when his 'date' began laughing at some joke she had made.
Thankfully, a cab stopped in front of her before Darian decided to stop and talk to her. She hastily got in, telling the cab driver the address. He drove off, leaving Darian watching the back of Serena's head.
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Serena smacked her alarm clock to the floor as it went off. She cracked open her eyes, praying that it wasn't 7 already. Rolling over, a pillow over her head, she closed her eyes again. Then she remembered the meeting she had. Sighing, she slowly got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower.
After her shower, she was fully awake. She slipped on a rather short black business skirt that only went halfway down her thighs. She pulled on a white, tight, low cut tank top with a black business jacket over it. She tied her hair up in a french twist, as she only did for special occassions. She put on red lipstick and applied a little pink eyeshadow on her eyelids. Looking in the mirror, she smiled. She had made many a business deal from her sex appeal.
*****
Serena looked down at her watch as she walked into the office building, cursing. She was already 15 minutes late. She ran up the stairs in her heels, not having time to wait for the elevator.
Tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, she opened the door to the meeting room, a very angry boss looking at her, his foot tapping and his arms crossed.
"You're 20 minutes late, Ms. Tsukino."
"I'm sorry, sir, but I couldn't catch a cab in time," she answered.
"Don't worry," Serena heard a silky male voice say from the other side of the room as she walked in. "A beautiful as her could take all day and I would wait."
Serena felt a blush creep into her cheeks. She looked up to see who it was that had complimented her so graciously. When she saw him, the blood drained out of her face. It was none other than Darian Shields. "Shit," she muttered under her breath.
"Good Morning, Mr. Shields," she said, as she walked over to him and held out her hand to shake his, a smile plastered on her face. She felt like smacking herself in the head. When she was told his name was Mr. Shields, she had never occured to her that it was Darian.
"Ms. Tsukino," he said with a nod of his head.
Serena watched as Mr. Hughes sat in a chair across from Darian and gestured for her to sit next to Darian. She quietly did as she was told, and pulled out the pile of papers that she had gone over the night before.
"Mr. Shields," Serena began.
"Darian, please," he said.
"Darian," she said, trying not to grimace. "As you can see not only are we offering more money for your company, we are adding jobs and putting out more in advertisements-"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Tsukino," Darian interjected as his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and walked over to the corner of the room, talking lowly to the person at the other end.
After he hung up, he walked back over to them. "I'm sorry, but I am needed back at the office for a slight emergency. What do you say we finish this later, say, over dinner?"
Serena had to stop herself from losing her temper in front of her boss and throwing the sharpest thing she could find at Darian's head. With one glance over at her boss who gave her a stern look and a slight nod, she knew she had to.
"That would be fine," she said, allowing another fake smile to plaster itself on her face.
"Great, I'll pick you up here when you get off. What time would that be?"
"I don't know, I usually stay after for-"
"Don't be silly, Ms. Tsukino," Mr. Hughes butted in. "She gets off work at 5 o'clock."
"I'll see you at 5 then," Darian said as he picked up his suitcase and exited the room, winking at her from behind Mr. Hughes's back.
She slid down in her chair, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples.
"Serena," Mr Hughes began. "Don't mess this up."
Serena groaned and felt like her day couldn't possibly get any worse as Mr. Hughes walked out of the room.
*****
True to his word, Damn him, Darian arrived at Serena's office at 5 o'clock on the dot.
"Miss me?" he asked, laughter dancing in his eyes.
"Go to hell," she seethed out quietly, so no one else could hear her.
"Be careful, my little angel," he warned. "Someone could hear you. Or worse, you might upset me and lose the deal."
Serena's blooded raged with anger, and her hands were balled up in fists at her sides. She knew her face was turning red, but she didn't care. Who did he think he was?!?!?
"Ah, Mr. Shields," greeted Serena's boss. "Good to see you made it."
Darian smiled and shook Mr. Hughes outreached hand. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."
*****
Serena allowed herself to let Darian drive her to 'La Petit Filet', a very exclusive restaurant, even letting him open her doors.
"You're usual table, Mr. Shields?" asked the host.
Serena raised her eyebrow at this. Apparently this is where he brought all his dates.
With a nod of Darian's head, the host led them to a back table in the corner. It was a large curved booth with a rather pretty crimson velvet cover.
Serena slid in to the middle of the booth, loving the way she sunk into the velvet. A smile touched her lips. At least until Darian slid in so he was practically on top of her. She looked over at him, a 'what in the hell do you think you're doing' look on her face. Serena slid over enough to shove her bag in between them.
Darian chuckled. "You don't have to be so uptight," he said, a glint in his eye.
Just then, their waitress came over with a bottle of champagne. As Darian winked at her, Serena saw the waitress's face turn cherry red.
"Another one of your toys?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Well, I have to do something to occupy my time until you come around."
Serena snorted at this. She watched as Darian ignored her noise and poured a glass of champagne for them both. Handing her a glass, she downed half of it in one swallow.
"Slow down, Meatball head! I don't want you to not remember what I do to you."
Serena looked over at Darian, a smirk on his face. "Shall we?" she asked as she pulled the papers out for them to go over.
Darian sighed. "If we must, we must."
Serena began discussing the terms of the deal, knowing by the glazed look on Darian's face that he wasn't listening to a word she said. The only time he actually broke away was to order.
As their food came, they paused to eat, Serena still trying to talk business, much to Darian's annoyance.
As Serena took a bite of her Lobster Tail, a dribble of butter began down her chin. Before she could get her napkin to wipe it off, Darian reached over and did it for her.
She looked up at him, surprise written all over her face. Darian just smiled at her. She felt her cheeks redden. She ate the rest of her dinner in silence.
After dinner, and another glass of champagne downed in two gulps, Serena went back to business. She heard Darian let out a groan.
"What do I have to sign to get you to stop talking business and get those long legs of your wrapped around me?"
Serena's head jerked up. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," he said, leaning closer.
Serena slid away from him. "Darian, there is not enough alcohol in this world for me to EVER sleep with you!"
"Who said we would sleep?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.
Serena fought the tingle in her fingers and the butterflies in her stomach as she watched Darian slide closer to her. My gods he was a sexy man, and he knew it. She would love to press her lips against his, to feel his body against hers. 'Snap out of it girl' the voice in her head spoke up.
Serena slid out of the booth and stood up. "I think that if you want me to stay and finish this meeting, you will keep your distance," she said in a commanding voice.
Dairan sighed. "Fine, sit back down and tell me where to sign."
Serena watched slack-jawed as Darian signed the agreement. This had turned out a lot better than she had hoped. She gathered all the papers and slipped them back into her bag.
As she moved to leave, Darian grabbed her arm. "Why don't you stay for dessert?" he asked her.
"I'm not interested in the dessert that you have in mind, so if you'll excuse me." Serena slid out and walked out of the restaurant.
*****
Serena walked into the chill night air, shivering slightly as a gust of wind brushed up against her bare legs. She turned and walked down the sidewalk, hoping to see a cab along the way.
She wasn't aware that someone was behind her until she felt rough hands dragging her backwards into an alley. She looked up at her assailant as she was pushed backwards into the wall. It was a very pissed looking Darian.
"Don't you ever walk out on me like that," he demanded.
"I'll do as I please," Serena said as she made to walk past him.
His arm came up, blocking her passage. Before she knew what was happening, he had to pinned to the wall, his lips pressing firmly against hers. Serena's head swam. She wanted to push him off, but she was enjoying the way his lips felt pressed against hers. To her surprise, and Darian's, she started responding to his kiss. He unpinned her arms and she wrapped them around his neck.
Darian's hands started caressing her sides and stopped on her hips where he massaged them gently. A moan escaped Serena's lips as she pressed her body firmly into his. She felt how turned on he was and that made even crazier. One of his hands went up and crept up.
Darian's hand reached Serena's breasts and her breath hitched and a low moan escaped her mouth as he flicked his thumb across her nipple.
As if she had just realized what was happening, Serena shoved Darian away from her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Serena demanded, still out of breath and her face very red. She was defenitely not cold after that.
"What was I doing?" Darian asked. "If I'm not mistaken, you were kissing me back."
"You took advantage of me, Darian. That is not fair."
"What are you talking about?"
"You knew I had been drinking."
"You had two glasses of champagne. I hardly call that drinking."
Serena looked up at him, her chin raised. "I would appreciate it if you would just leave me alone." With that, she stalked off into the night.