***Disclaimer: Please keep this story and other hazardous products away from your children. I, along with almost everyone else in the universe, do not own the rights to Sailor Moon. I am, however, one of the few that take them out of their padded cells to play.
A/N: Nice to know you guys agree with my decision. ^_^
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It's Friday night and Serena finds herself in an old drive in movie theater, wearing a yellow summer dress that flows to her ankles, sitting under an apple tree on a soft blanket right before sunset. Darian sat down next to her, smiling as he sat the picnic basket down beside the tree. She stared up at the sky turning all shades of blue, purple, pink, and orange as one of her fingers absentmindedly played with one of the stray hairs that fell out of her bun.
"How did you do this?" Serena asked. They were the only two there and an old movie was starting to play.
"It helps to have friends in high places," he commented.
Serena looked over at him and felt her heart do a flip-flop. His black hair was mussed from the wind and his white button down shirt was being pressed against his chest, allowing Serena to see all his muscles. She looked up into his eyes, feeling a bit lost. She wasn't supposed to feel this way about him.
"What?" Darian asked as he looked over to see Serena looking at him.
"N-nothing," she stammered, the red creeping into her cheeks. She looked back up towards the movie screen.
Serena heard Darian moving over to sit beside her and about a million butterflies began dancing in her stomach. 'Why did such an ass have the ability to do this to her?'
His hand came up and moved Serena's head to face him. He smiled at her as he moved a strand of hair out of her face.
"You know," he started. "Your hair really looks better down." He reached around and pulled the clip out of Serena's hair. It fell around her shoulders and down her back, still blowing in the wind. Darian's hand reached up and caressed her cheek before he ran his fingers through her hair.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered before he leaned over and lightly kissed her lips.
Serena's heart pounded in her chest. All the man did was brush across his lips and she was ready to do anything he asked. 'Am I going insane?' She didn't have time to respond to herself before Darian leaned over and kissed her again, this time letting it linger for a while longer.
He pulled away and smiled at her. "Now that you know it's me, do you still want me to?" he asked.
Serena could only nod as he brought his face in to hers to kiss her again and again and again, each one lasting longer. Finally, he didn't pull away. Serena opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to enter. She felt his hands on the sides of her face, pulling her closer.
Darian leaned back until he was laying down, Serena on top of him. She surprised herself by slowly running her hands down his sides and then under his shirt, but she had to feel his chest, his stomach. She heard a light groan from him as her fingernails lightly teased his belly button.
"What about the movie?" Darian asked, out of breath.
"What movie?" Serena said as she lowered her mouth to his again.
Darian's arms circled around her waist before one went down and began massaging her thigh. Serena moaned and pressed into him. She felt him stiffen beneath her causing her to smile.
Serena felt him picking her up by the waist and rolling them over so he was on top. "I think I like having the control better," he said before he pressed his body against hers. His lips went down and began teasing her neck.
Serena's back arched into him and she ran her hands through his hair. She felt Darian's hand move up her stomach and begin to tease her right breast. A moan escaped her lips and her body pressed more urgently into his. She didn't know how much more of this she could take.
"You wore this dress just to torture me, didn't you?" he whispered in her ear as his hand moved down and picked up her leg to wrap it around him.
*****
Serena sat in his car, watching the scenery as the drove to her house. As much as she had wished that he would have taken her then and there, he didn't. He didn't even put a hand up her dress. She sighed and looked back over to the God that was sitting in the drivers seat. The wind was blowing through his hair and his shirt was completely unbuttoned, thanks in part to her. As he pulled up to her apartment building, she wanted to cry. For some odd reason, she didn't want the night to end.
"Would you like to come up?" she asked him. Darian just looked over at her for a moment before he smiled.
"I'd love to."
Serena fumbled with her keys for a moment before finding the one that unlocked her door.
"It's not much, but it's home," she said as she turned on the lights and took off her shoes. "Would you like the grand tour?"
Darian smiled. "Lead the way."
"Ok, this is the living room, where I spend most of my time watching Romance movies and eating ice cream." She walked to her left. "This is the kitchen where I have given up on cooking since I tend to ruin everything." She heard Darian laugh behind her and she wanted nothing more than to turn around and take him on the kitchen table. 'Oh my god, am I totally insane?' After a second with no reply, she sighed. 'I thought so.' She walked back through the living room and into the next room. "And this is the bed-"
Serena was cut off as Darian twirled her around and kissed her passionately. Her arms reached around his neck and wrapped around him, one hand in his hair. She felt his hands come up and begin unzipping the back of her dress. The butterflies returned to her stomach in full force. 'You'd think I was a damned virgin!' she thought to herself. 'It's been over a year. You practically are.'
Chills went up and down her spine as his hand caressed her bare back. Serena moved her hands up his chest and onto his shoulders where she slid his shirt off.
Darian's hands moved up and slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. He stepped back and watched as her dress fell to the floor. She stood there wearing plain white cotton underwear and bra. Serena felt the heat seeping into her cheeks as she saw his eyes drinking her up.
"My god Serena, you're beautiful," he whispered in her ear before his lips began caressing her neck. As he kissed her neck, his hands came up and unstrapped her bra. Serena slid it off her arms. The only thing holding it on her was Darian's chest. Darian took a step back to let it fall to the floor before picking her up by her waist and laying her on the bed, pressing himself on top of her. His mouth moved to her breast.
Serena moaned into his neck, her body arching as his tongue teased her nipple. Her fingernails raked up his back as he pressed his manhood into her hips.
"Oh, Darian," she moaned. "Please." She couldn't take it anymore. She wanted him inside of her.
Darian pulled away and looked down at her. He bent down to kiss her again.
RRRIIINNNGGG!!!
"Mother fucker," Darian cursed under his breath. He stood up and pulled the phone out of his pants pocket.
"What?" he answered, annoyance in his voice. He paced the room. "You mean now?"
Serena looked up at him, wishing she could toss the phone in the bathroom sink full of water along with her alarm clock.
"Fine." Darian hung up and looked back over at Serena.
"I'm sorry," he began. "I really have to go."
Serena looked over at the clock on her wall. "It's 2:30 am," she stated.
"I know, I know. But I have to." Darian picked up his shirt and tossed it on.
Serena grabbed her blankets and wrapped them around her chest. "I'll call you later," he said as his hand caressed her cheek.
"Whatever," she replied, more pissed off than she could remember being in a long time.
"Look-"
"You'd better get going if it's that fucking important."
"Dammit Serena, don't start this with me."
Serena just sat on her bed, staring at the floor, the rage coursing through her. It just wasn't fair.
"Fine!" he yelled as he stormed out of the room. A moment later, Serena heard her front door open and slam shut.
A scream of frustration ripped through her throat as she slammed a pillow over her face.
"I HATE THAT MAN!"
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A/N: And you guys thought that Serena was finally gonna get some! *evil, maniacal laughter*
Keep the reviews coming! I love 'em!!!
A/N: Nice to know you guys agree with my decision. ^_^
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It's Friday night and Serena finds herself in an old drive in movie theater, wearing a yellow summer dress that flows to her ankles, sitting under an apple tree on a soft blanket right before sunset. Darian sat down next to her, smiling as he sat the picnic basket down beside the tree. She stared up at the sky turning all shades of blue, purple, pink, and orange as one of her fingers absentmindedly played with one of the stray hairs that fell out of her bun.
"How did you do this?" Serena asked. They were the only two there and an old movie was starting to play.
"It helps to have friends in high places," he commented.
Serena looked over at him and felt her heart do a flip-flop. His black hair was mussed from the wind and his white button down shirt was being pressed against his chest, allowing Serena to see all his muscles. She looked up into his eyes, feeling a bit lost. She wasn't supposed to feel this way about him.
"What?" Darian asked as he looked over to see Serena looking at him.
"N-nothing," she stammered, the red creeping into her cheeks. She looked back up towards the movie screen.
Serena heard Darian moving over to sit beside her and about a million butterflies began dancing in her stomach. 'Why did such an ass have the ability to do this to her?'
His hand came up and moved Serena's head to face him. He smiled at her as he moved a strand of hair out of her face.
"You know," he started. "Your hair really looks better down." He reached around and pulled the clip out of Serena's hair. It fell around her shoulders and down her back, still blowing in the wind. Darian's hand reached up and caressed her cheek before he ran his fingers through her hair.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered before he leaned over and lightly kissed her lips.
Serena's heart pounded in her chest. All the man did was brush across his lips and she was ready to do anything he asked. 'Am I going insane?' She didn't have time to respond to herself before Darian leaned over and kissed her again, this time letting it linger for a while longer.
He pulled away and smiled at her. "Now that you know it's me, do you still want me to?" he asked.
Serena could only nod as he brought his face in to hers to kiss her again and again and again, each one lasting longer. Finally, he didn't pull away. Serena opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to enter. She felt his hands on the sides of her face, pulling her closer.
Darian leaned back until he was laying down, Serena on top of him. She surprised herself by slowly running her hands down his sides and then under his shirt, but she had to feel his chest, his stomach. She heard a light groan from him as her fingernails lightly teased his belly button.
"What about the movie?" Darian asked, out of breath.
"What movie?" Serena said as she lowered her mouth to his again.
Darian's arms circled around her waist before one went down and began massaging her thigh. Serena moaned and pressed into him. She felt him stiffen beneath her causing her to smile.
Serena felt him picking her up by the waist and rolling them over so he was on top. "I think I like having the control better," he said before he pressed his body against hers. His lips went down and began teasing her neck.
Serena's back arched into him and she ran her hands through his hair. She felt Darian's hand move up her stomach and begin to tease her right breast. A moan escaped her lips and her body pressed more urgently into his. She didn't know how much more of this she could take.
"You wore this dress just to torture me, didn't you?" he whispered in her ear as his hand moved down and picked up her leg to wrap it around him.
*****
Serena sat in his car, watching the scenery as the drove to her house. As much as she had wished that he would have taken her then and there, he didn't. He didn't even put a hand up her dress. She sighed and looked back over to the God that was sitting in the drivers seat. The wind was blowing through his hair and his shirt was completely unbuttoned, thanks in part to her. As he pulled up to her apartment building, she wanted to cry. For some odd reason, she didn't want the night to end.
"Would you like to come up?" she asked him. Darian just looked over at her for a moment before he smiled.
"I'd love to."
Serena fumbled with her keys for a moment before finding the one that unlocked her door.
"It's not much, but it's home," she said as she turned on the lights and took off her shoes. "Would you like the grand tour?"
Darian smiled. "Lead the way."
"Ok, this is the living room, where I spend most of my time watching Romance movies and eating ice cream." She walked to her left. "This is the kitchen where I have given up on cooking since I tend to ruin everything." She heard Darian laugh behind her and she wanted nothing more than to turn around and take him on the kitchen table. 'Oh my god, am I totally insane?' After a second with no reply, she sighed. 'I thought so.' She walked back through the living room and into the next room. "And this is the bed-"
Serena was cut off as Darian twirled her around and kissed her passionately. Her arms reached around his neck and wrapped around him, one hand in his hair. She felt his hands come up and begin unzipping the back of her dress. The butterflies returned to her stomach in full force. 'You'd think I was a damned virgin!' she thought to herself. 'It's been over a year. You practically are.'
Chills went up and down her spine as his hand caressed her bare back. Serena moved her hands up his chest and onto his shoulders where she slid his shirt off.
Darian's hands moved up and slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. He stepped back and watched as her dress fell to the floor. She stood there wearing plain white cotton underwear and bra. Serena felt the heat seeping into her cheeks as she saw his eyes drinking her up.
"My god Serena, you're beautiful," he whispered in her ear before his lips began caressing her neck. As he kissed her neck, his hands came up and unstrapped her bra. Serena slid it off her arms. The only thing holding it on her was Darian's chest. Darian took a step back to let it fall to the floor before picking her up by her waist and laying her on the bed, pressing himself on top of her. His mouth moved to her breast.
Serena moaned into his neck, her body arching as his tongue teased her nipple. Her fingernails raked up his back as he pressed his manhood into her hips.
"Oh, Darian," she moaned. "Please." She couldn't take it anymore. She wanted him inside of her.
Darian pulled away and looked down at her. He bent down to kiss her again.
RRRIIINNNGGG!!!
"Mother fucker," Darian cursed under his breath. He stood up and pulled the phone out of his pants pocket.
"What?" he answered, annoyance in his voice. He paced the room. "You mean now?"
Serena looked up at him, wishing she could toss the phone in the bathroom sink full of water along with her alarm clock.
"Fine." Darian hung up and looked back over at Serena.
"I'm sorry," he began. "I really have to go."
Serena looked over at the clock on her wall. "It's 2:30 am," she stated.
"I know, I know. But I have to." Darian picked up his shirt and tossed it on.
Serena grabbed her blankets and wrapped them around her chest. "I'll call you later," he said as his hand caressed her cheek.
"Whatever," she replied, more pissed off than she could remember being in a long time.
"Look-"
"You'd better get going if it's that fucking important."
"Dammit Serena, don't start this with me."
Serena just sat on her bed, staring at the floor, the rage coursing through her. It just wasn't fair.
"Fine!" he yelled as he stormed out of the room. A moment later, Serena heard her front door open and slam shut.
A scream of frustration ripped through her throat as she slammed a pillow over her face.
"I HATE THAT MAN!"
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A/N: And you guys thought that Serena was finally gonna get some! *evil, maniacal laughter*
Keep the reviews coming! I love 'em!!!