Encounters

Chapter: 6

By: SailorKittyMoon

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.

I entered tentatively into Darien's apartment; I'd been here before of course. Surprisingly, it was a pretty neat place.

"Hey, make yourself at home, babe," Darien said. "I'll just go check what I've got."

I decided to follow him to the bathroom. "Why's your apartment so clean? I never knew men were so tidy!"

"I'm special," Darien grinned. I looked at him sceptically, "Ok fine, my cleaner comes here twice a week. In my opinion, it's too neat."

"Yeah," I looked around, not very homely though. I couldn't help but scrunch up my nose.
I watched him as he cuddled the kitty up in a big, fluffy towel.

"I think it'd be safer if we take kitty here to the vet's tomorrow."

"The name's Luna," I muttered.

Darien smiled looking down at Luna like he was in love or something ... why couldn't he look at me like that? I managed to pout.

"Luna reminds me of you for some reason," he said looking up.

I stuck my nose in the air and shoved past him to look at Luna who was now lying snuggled up and sleeping comfortably in the warm towel.

"Awww! It's so cute!"

Darien came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, that's when I totally became aware of our state of dress, or rather, undress.

His hand disappeared underneath my tank top. "So babe, how are you?" he asked while he bit my ear lobe, either he was being playful or he was trying to bite my ear off.

"I've been good. And you?" I never thought I'd have to be this polite to him. The things I do for this man, sometimes I amaze myself!

"Not good. Not good at all," he whispered in my ear.

I cleared my throat. "Why?" I squeaked and then cleared my throat. "I mean, why?" I said in a stronger voice; well as strong as I could manage in this sort of situation anyhow.

"You should know," his hands appeared from under my top but continued to go south and before I knew it, it landed enticingly on my inner thigh.

I gulped inwardly and felt my breath quicken. He chose that moment to swiftly turn my body around to face his. All I could feel was the heat radiating off our bodies and what I wanted to do was share that heat between us, feel it increasing in temperature.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you, Serena?" and then my arms went around his neck as his hands went down to my most womanly area and I gasped. "Do you know how I must've felt, Serena, to have you so close to me and able to do nothing?"

He added pressure with his hand and I clung on to him, breathing heavily as I felt his heartbeat quicken with my own.

"I'm sorry," I managed to murmur incoherently against his neck. But, that didn't mean I wanted him to stop.

My arms slowly slid down to rest on his waist and I looked up. His eyes looked so innocent, so lonely but I knew better than that. I touched his cheek and a little afraid that he might reject me; I brought my lips to his and waited. It was his call. He stood there at first; not moving and I could feel my cheeks going hot from embarrassment.

When I was about to pull away, he very gently took my mouth over and before you could say 'Akunama Tata' he had me up against the wall, kissing me so roughly and passionately, that I thought I was probably gonna die due to lack of air.

His whole mouth consumed mine, he suckled on my lips but I managed to keep my teeth tightly clenched.

He took his sweet time, deepening the pressure, sliding his tongue along my lips, gliding it between and coaxing my teeth apart; his tongue stroked mine, exploring, teasing, tasting, all with a slightly lazy sense as if he had all the time in the world. No reason to rush now, no reason to kick up the intensity into full gear yet. No reason... except I wanted more! I wanted blistering passion, wanted to make the very air steam.

Unable to help myself, I pressed my hips against his increasing arousal and in that instant, he managed to forget all about taking it slow and easy and slid his hands the length of my body until he cupped my bottom hard against himself.

He pulled away from my lips and placed his mouth near my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart."

I did exactly as I was told and I heard a loud groan escape his seemingly tight throat. "God woman, no wonder I've kept my distance form you." Not the most pleasing thing to hear but I really didn't know what he meant either.

As he carried me towards his bedroom, his mouth continued to devour mine and we both toppled onto the bed, his gorgeous frame towering over mine.

"Hey Serena, you ever been to Disneyland?" he murmured huskily. I stared up at him disbelievingly.

WHAT! THIS WAS NO TIME TO BE TALKING ABOUT DISNEYLAND!

"No."

"Well it's about time I took you there myself," were his finishing words before his face disappeared underneath my top. Note: I wasn't wearing a bra.

I choked on my breath as I felt his warm, moist lips take possession of my breasts and I felt liquid pooling around in my now uncomfortable underwear.

"Darien!" God I was actually moaning. "Stop playing games. I want-" I couldn't finish off the sentence as another wave of pleasure hit me.

His beautiful eyes came into my focus, his lovely mid-night blue orbs. "What do you want Serena?"

"I want- I want you deep inside me," I managed, God, I never imagined I was the type of woman who actually said that sort of crap.

He grinned, "Your wish … is my command," and in a flash our clothes were lying discarded on the floor.

Maybe, we were taking things a little too quickly, but the anticipation was beginning to kill me and I just needed. His weight bore down on me, pushing him deeper and harder inside me until I had taken all of him. I screamed, but not in pain, rather in ecstasy. It wasn't like I was an innocent virgin; I knew what I was getting myself into.

I gave a soft sigh. "That feels good."

"Hot!"

"Full!"

"Tight!"

"Perfect!" we both said in unison, and then laughed, and then he kissed me and started moving inside me and I could barely think much less laugh.

He filled me with long, deep strokes, pulled back, and then thrust in again, longer, deeper, harder. At the same time, his tongue was wickedly, suggestively mimicking the action in my mouth, and his hands were working their tantalizing magic on my breasts making my entire body quiver and breathing impossible. When he released my mouth to turn his attention on my breast once again, my breathing turned to strangled gasps.

I wasn't gonna beg- I wasn't gonna beg- I wasn't-

"Please," I whimpered, don't blame me, I couldn't help myself! I gave a cry as he slid one hand between our bodies and so easily located the most sensitive place on my body. "Oh please!"

Relentlessly he fed my arousal, thrusting with a bone-melting rhythm inside me, fingering me in exactly the right way to make my nerves scream with the impending climax but deliberately holding it back, building the intensity feverishly higher, hotter, wilder, until I thought I surely might die form such pleasure-pain if he didn't ...

He did, and his timing was impeccable. One last thrust, one tingle-inducing kiss, one final caress and a cry tore through me as my body convulsed. I was only dimly aware that he was peaking too.

'She felt his body go rigid, heard his great groan, felt the hot liquid release as he filled her, felt her own body's responses to each of his,' Christ, I was living out my very own, live romance.

Moment after moment passed and still I couldn't open my eyes, slow my breathing, and release my grip on him. Once he tried to lift his weight from me, but I wordlessly protested. He brushed a kiss to my cheek, and then nuzzled the curve of my ear.

"That was incredible," he said huskily.

"Yes it was, wasn't it?" but that was most likely because he was such an expert at it.
I cuddled up next to him as he pulled the blanket over us.

I turned around to look at his clock. The time blinked 1:59am.

"Serena."

I turned around to look at him, wow; I'd actually managed to wear him out.

"You do know the curfew right," Fuck, I was hoping he'd let it pass for me but it's not like I was anyone special anyhow.

I nodded my head grimly, before slowly getting out of his big, warm bed. His curfew consists of throwing his nighttime frenzy, AKA latest conquest, out at 2:00am, no exception. You wouldn't believe how miserable it is waking up at two in the morning and hearing such a horrible racket upstairs.

Well, at least the walls are sound proof enough to avoid me the displeasure of hearing him having sex.

"Serena, we didn't use a condom." After such a personal moment he could've said something a little more romantic. I mean how romantic was the condom except for the fact that it was usually linked with sex?

"Yes Darien, I'm on the pill," the amount of time the gals and me go clubbing taught me better than to do without. I could feel his heated gaze on me as I slowly retrieved my clothes.

As I moodily got dressed, I was surprised to feel a pair of strong arms wrap themselves warmly around me.

"Please don't feel bad, sweetheart. I just need some time to think."

Not a plausible excuse but I'll let him go since I can already feel him hardening up again behind me.

I paste on a fake big smile and turn around to look at him but before I run out of his apartment like a giggling teenager, he gives me a long, slow, lingering kiss on the lips.