***Warning: None of these characters belong to me. I just manipulate them to fit my fantasies.
A/N: Who, didn't know you guys cared so much about Darian! Such a shame.....
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Jedite bent back down over Serena, his lips locking back onto hers.
"Oh Serena," he whispered.
"Oh god, Darian," she moaned.
Jedite sat straight up, looking down at Serena. "What did you say?" he asked her.
Serena was confused. "Huh?"
"You called me Darian."
"I did not."
Jedite stood up, picked up his shirt and slipped his shoes back on. Serena just watched helplessly as he walked out of her apartmen, slamming the door behind him.
Serena just sat there, numb. Why had she called him Darian? Did she really want Darian that much?
"Pfft!"
*****
Serena looked up at the building in front of her. Nottingham Enterprises, the largest magazine publishing company this side of the world. She dreaded having to go into the monstrous building, but she had to keep her meeting with Darian. Sighing, she walked through the revolving doors and headed for the elevators.
Her stomach had butterflies dancing around, but not from the elevator. She was scared that she would see Jedite. Her thoughts went back to the previous night. She cursed herself over and over again and had ended up only getting 2 hours of sleep. Her poor alarm clock was now floating in a sink full of water.
Serena stepped off the elevator and headed for the receptionists desk.
"How may I help you?" she asked Serena.
"I'm here for a meeting with Mr. Shields-"
"Ms. Tsukino, great to see you made it on time," Serena heard that all too familiar voice say behind her. She flashed a quick smile at the receptionist before turning around and frowning at Darian. He looked sexy as usual, damn him.
Serena followed Darian down the hall to the meeting room. She couldn't help but stare at his ass as he walked in front of her. 'Damn', she thought. 'What a waste.' He opened the door and allowed her to walk in before closing it behind him. Serena took a seat at the table that could sit 20 and pulled out her papers from her briefcase.
Darian sat beside her and proceeded to do the same.
"Ok," Serena sighed. "I've never done this part before, but I am told it is quite easy. Why you would want me to do this when it isn't even my job is beyond me."
"I have faith," Darian said before turning back to the work on the table.
*****
Hours later left them still in the room, nibbling on their lunch that they had ordered and shuffling through every piece of paper. Their entire half of the table was covered.
Darian was leaning against the table, his fingers pinching the top of his nose. Serena was sitting on top of the table, still looking through the papers.
"Ah ha!" she said, producing a packet full of pictures.
"Thank God," Darian sighed.
Serena opened it up and laid out all the pictures. "Ok," she began. "I know that they defenitely want to keep the black and white fashions together. I was thinking that we could put all the black fashions and then follow it up with the white."
"No," Darian said, sorting through them. "We should defentily mix them up and put some of each on the same page. That way it would give it more contrast. Like this," Darian said as he arranged a few pictures around to prove his point.
Serena smiled. "I think I like that a lot better."
"Well, that's why this is my job."
Serena just looked up at him, her eyebrows raised. "I didn't ask to be involved. I write and present contracts for my company, not make up the damned advertisements."
She slid off the table and went to get the headache medecine out of her purse at the other end of the table.
"Well, sorry, jeez. I just thought that you might want to use that head of yours once in a while," Darian muttered, but Serena heard him anyway.
"Excuse me? I use my head plenty."
They went back to work in silence. Every time Serena looked up at the clock, she noticed Darian looking at her. After the fifth time, she lost her temper.
"Dammit Darian, we aren't going to get anything done if you keep looking at me all damned day!"
Darian arched one eyebrow at her. "What makes you think I am looking at you."
Serena scowled at him, causing him to laugh. "You know, you look horrible when you do your face like that."
Serena took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself before she headed towards the door. Darian intercepted her before she could get very far.
"And where do you think you're going?" he asked.
"Away."
"Not without your shoes, you're not."
"Argh!" Serena growled, punching in the chest. "Why do you always have to make things so difficult?"
"Difficult? Fine then, would you call this difficult?"
Before Serena could move away, his lips were pressed against hers. It took her a moment to react, but her reaction wasn't what she had tried to do. She wanted to tear away from him, and get as far away from him as possible. Instead, she kissed him back. One of his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close while the other held onto the back of her neck. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. Her hand went up and started playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Darian started backng them up until Serena hit the table. Never letting her lips go, he laid her back on the table, his body pressing hard against hers. As he manuevered, Serena groaned.
His lips moved to her neck, nibbling and kissing every inch of it. Serena felt her hips move up into his, causing a low moan to escape his mouth. He moved up so he could kiss her again.
Serena's back arched as one of his hands went underneath her shirt and began to caress her breast through her bra.
"Please," Serena whispered into his mouth as his hand went under her bra and cupped her breast. His thumb flicked across her nipple, causing her to moan and her body to squirm underneath him.
"Oh god, Serena," Darian moaned as his other hand went down her side and started inching up under her skirt.
Serena didn't think she could take it anymore as she felt his hand trace the inside of her thigh.
That's when they heard a knock on the door.
"Dammit," Darian cursed under his breath. He pulled off of her and helped her off the table. They quickly ran their hands over their clothes and Darian ran his fingers through his hair. Serena just smile smugly at him, because her hair was still in its bun.
Darian walked over and unlocked the door. Serena's stomach plummetted as she saw Jedite walk in. She averted her gaze away from his face as her cheeks flushed red.
"How's progress?" he asked.
"Slow, but we're getting there," Darian told him.
"Good," Jedite said as he looked at the layouts they had already set aside as mostly finished. "I'd like to have a sample magazine ready in about 2 weeks. I will get the rest of our staff to do this, of course," he added, noting the look of terror on Serena's face. "You have done your part Ms. Tsukino."
Jedite flashed a quick smile at Serena as he walked out of the office. Serena let the the deep breath that she didn't realize she had been holding. She looked up at the clock. It was 5 already.
"Well, I had better get going. No doubt the work is piling up in my office."
"Serena, can I ask you something?" Darian said as he moved over to her.
Serena raised her eyebrows in question. "Sure."
"Go out on a date with me."
"Is that supposed to be a question?"
"Please?"
Serena sighed. She couldn't put off the fact that her body craved him more than her mind hated him. "Yes, I will," she said after a few moments.
Darian's eyes widened in surprise and he smiled like a little kid on Christmas.
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Next time on Sailor Moon:
Hmmm...wonder what will happen on their date...or what won't happen...stay tuned to find out!
A/N: Who, didn't know you guys cared so much about Darian! Such a shame.....
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Jedite bent back down over Serena, his lips locking back onto hers.
"Oh Serena," he whispered.
"Oh god, Darian," she moaned.
Jedite sat straight up, looking down at Serena. "What did you say?" he asked her.
Serena was confused. "Huh?"
"You called me Darian."
"I did not."
Jedite stood up, picked up his shirt and slipped his shoes back on. Serena just watched helplessly as he walked out of her apartmen, slamming the door behind him.
Serena just sat there, numb. Why had she called him Darian? Did she really want Darian that much?
"Pfft!"
*****
Serena looked up at the building in front of her. Nottingham Enterprises, the largest magazine publishing company this side of the world. She dreaded having to go into the monstrous building, but she had to keep her meeting with Darian. Sighing, she walked through the revolving doors and headed for the elevators.
Her stomach had butterflies dancing around, but not from the elevator. She was scared that she would see Jedite. Her thoughts went back to the previous night. She cursed herself over and over again and had ended up only getting 2 hours of sleep. Her poor alarm clock was now floating in a sink full of water.
Serena stepped off the elevator and headed for the receptionists desk.
"How may I help you?" she asked Serena.
"I'm here for a meeting with Mr. Shields-"
"Ms. Tsukino, great to see you made it on time," Serena heard that all too familiar voice say behind her. She flashed a quick smile at the receptionist before turning around and frowning at Darian. He looked sexy as usual, damn him.
Serena followed Darian down the hall to the meeting room. She couldn't help but stare at his ass as he walked in front of her. 'Damn', she thought. 'What a waste.' He opened the door and allowed her to walk in before closing it behind him. Serena took a seat at the table that could sit 20 and pulled out her papers from her briefcase.
Darian sat beside her and proceeded to do the same.
"Ok," Serena sighed. "I've never done this part before, but I am told it is quite easy. Why you would want me to do this when it isn't even my job is beyond me."
"I have faith," Darian said before turning back to the work on the table.
*****
Hours later left them still in the room, nibbling on their lunch that they had ordered and shuffling through every piece of paper. Their entire half of the table was covered.
Darian was leaning against the table, his fingers pinching the top of his nose. Serena was sitting on top of the table, still looking through the papers.
"Ah ha!" she said, producing a packet full of pictures.
"Thank God," Darian sighed.
Serena opened it up and laid out all the pictures. "Ok," she began. "I know that they defenitely want to keep the black and white fashions together. I was thinking that we could put all the black fashions and then follow it up with the white."
"No," Darian said, sorting through them. "We should defentily mix them up and put some of each on the same page. That way it would give it more contrast. Like this," Darian said as he arranged a few pictures around to prove his point.
Serena smiled. "I think I like that a lot better."
"Well, that's why this is my job."
Serena just looked up at him, her eyebrows raised. "I didn't ask to be involved. I write and present contracts for my company, not make up the damned advertisements."
She slid off the table and went to get the headache medecine out of her purse at the other end of the table.
"Well, sorry, jeez. I just thought that you might want to use that head of yours once in a while," Darian muttered, but Serena heard him anyway.
"Excuse me? I use my head plenty."
They went back to work in silence. Every time Serena looked up at the clock, she noticed Darian looking at her. After the fifth time, she lost her temper.
"Dammit Darian, we aren't going to get anything done if you keep looking at me all damned day!"
Darian arched one eyebrow at her. "What makes you think I am looking at you."
Serena scowled at him, causing him to laugh. "You know, you look horrible when you do your face like that."
Serena took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself before she headed towards the door. Darian intercepted her before she could get very far.
"And where do you think you're going?" he asked.
"Away."
"Not without your shoes, you're not."
"Argh!" Serena growled, punching in the chest. "Why do you always have to make things so difficult?"
"Difficult? Fine then, would you call this difficult?"
Before Serena could move away, his lips were pressed against hers. It took her a moment to react, but her reaction wasn't what she had tried to do. She wanted to tear away from him, and get as far away from him as possible. Instead, she kissed him back. One of his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close while the other held onto the back of her neck. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. Her hand went up and started playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Darian started backng them up until Serena hit the table. Never letting her lips go, he laid her back on the table, his body pressing hard against hers. As he manuevered, Serena groaned.
His lips moved to her neck, nibbling and kissing every inch of it. Serena felt her hips move up into his, causing a low moan to escape his mouth. He moved up so he could kiss her again.
Serena's back arched as one of his hands went underneath her shirt and began to caress her breast through her bra.
"Please," Serena whispered into his mouth as his hand went under her bra and cupped her breast. His thumb flicked across her nipple, causing her to moan and her body to squirm underneath him.
"Oh god, Serena," Darian moaned as his other hand went down her side and started inching up under her skirt.
Serena didn't think she could take it anymore as she felt his hand trace the inside of her thigh.
That's when they heard a knock on the door.
"Dammit," Darian cursed under his breath. He pulled off of her and helped her off the table. They quickly ran their hands over their clothes and Darian ran his fingers through his hair. Serena just smile smugly at him, because her hair was still in its bun.
Darian walked over and unlocked the door. Serena's stomach plummetted as she saw Jedite walk in. She averted her gaze away from his face as her cheeks flushed red.
"How's progress?" he asked.
"Slow, but we're getting there," Darian told him.
"Good," Jedite said as he looked at the layouts they had already set aside as mostly finished. "I'd like to have a sample magazine ready in about 2 weeks. I will get the rest of our staff to do this, of course," he added, noting the look of terror on Serena's face. "You have done your part Ms. Tsukino."
Jedite flashed a quick smile at Serena as he walked out of the office. Serena let the the deep breath that she didn't realize she had been holding. She looked up at the clock. It was 5 already.
"Well, I had better get going. No doubt the work is piling up in my office."
"Serena, can I ask you something?" Darian said as he moved over to her.
Serena raised her eyebrows in question. "Sure."
"Go out on a date with me."
"Is that supposed to be a question?"
"Please?"
Serena sighed. She couldn't put off the fact that her body craved him more than her mind hated him. "Yes, I will," she said after a few moments.
Darian's eyes widened in surprise and he smiled like a little kid on Christmas.
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Next time on Sailor Moon:
Hmmm...wonder what will happen on their date...or what won't happen...stay tuned to find out!