Loveology Chapter 7: The Ceremony, a sailor moon fanfic

Summary: Serena's and Darien's professional careers cross paths. The more they work together, the closer they become. Will they give in to their desires or remain stubborn and distant? Modern day, no senshi, UM love story.

Disclaimer: Naoko Takeuchi owns Sailor Moon. I claim no ownership of it! Only of this story, which is all mine! This is my first attempt at fanfiction! Enjoy!

Author's Note: This Chapter is Rated M! Read at your own risk! You are either going to hate this chapter or love it! Let me know! ;) I am constantly working on this story! I write little by little every other day… Please don't get discouraged, because I will one day finish it! There are probably at least 4 more chapters before the end. At least. The book, Because of You by Rochelle Alers, along with a few others, helped with a little inspiration for this chapter.

As always, thank you to all the fans of this story who are following, have reviewed, sent messages, and made a favorite! I really appreciate it all and look forward to many, many more chapters for this story!

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Loveology

Chapter 7: The Ceremony

After much prodding on Serena's part, Rita reluctantly allowed Serena to snap a few photos of her beautifying herself, along with some shots of Rita laughing with the rest of the women. The whine of a flash charging, then the snick of the button being pushed, followed by the shutter flicking across the lens to focus in a whir sound, and finally ending with the click of a moment being captured. It was then Serena understood the gratifying feeling Rita felt after each and every photograph she had ever taken. It was no longer a wonder to Serena as to why Rita had chosen her profession. Serena made a promise to herself to become an amatuer photographer during her spare time. It was a very rewarding feeling to capture these precious moments of this beautiful friendship these lovely women had.

"Thank you, Serena. I'm not used to being on the other side of the camera." Rita confessed begrudgingly.

Serena handed back Rita's camera to her. Rita quickly went through the photos Serena had just taken of herself and zoomed in to check how she looked. She wasn't vain, but it was unusual for Rita to see herself in pictures.

"I was glad to do it." Serena smiled as she checked the time. They still had about 45 minutes before their limo arrived. "I've heard from some photographers who are disappointed from time to time when they look back on their work and can't show others how affected or moved they were by an event they were a part of simply because they were not captured in that moment in time. It's almost as if they wish they had someone doing for them what they do for others. Does that make sense?"

Rita nodded her head. "Too much sense, in fact. I feel the same way sometimes. I really am happy that you did this for me. I'll make a memory book and portfolio of this day and always look back on it and know how happy we all were today." Rita expressed as she threw her arms around Serena.

"Aww, I am so happy to have made you feel included!" Serena squeezed her tighter before they released each other. "The way you were zipping around taking everyone's photos, made me feel like it was a bridal party getting ready for the big day!" They both laughed.

"Soon enough, my darrlinnng!" Lita sing-sang in the background. Mina had just finished pinning Lita's hair up before she added, "Rita, this is exactly how I would like to record My Day in December! And Serena, I need you to do exactly what you just did with Rita so she can be a part of it as well, if you don't mind?" She interlaced her fingers and looked at Serena with puppy-dog eyes, begging her.

Serena clapped her hands and nodded with acceptance. "I would be honored!"

"Why not get another photographer?" Rei queried. "To alleviate all the pressure for Rita. Or at least add another photographer?"

Lita gasped and blanched at the suggestion. "Rita is the best! I simply could not trust anyone else with My Day!"

"Whoa, bridezilla!" Rei held her hands up in defense. "It was only a recommendation."

"I can't wait for your big day!" Gushed Rita. "Now, I need to head over to the guys' to snap a few shots of them getting ready. See y'all in a bit!"

"Tell them we will be done in 10 minutes!" Ami affirmed loud enough for everyone to hear, hinting at the women to finish up.

"Always on schedule, that Ami." Mused Rita.

The women continued to talk about Lita's wedding in greater detail when Rita left. Ami pulled Serena to the side to give her the ticket she had promised to tomorrow's game.

"Oh, yeah! I'm so glad you remembered it. Not sure how far we would have got without tickets!" Serena ran her fingers over the full colored sporting event ticket printed on cardstock in a perfect souvenir styled design.

"I gave Darien the other one, just like I promised. You two have fun tomorrow!" With a wink, Ami slid by Serena to gather up the women.

"Thank you again!" She showed her appreciation by holding the ticket close to her heart before carefully stashing it away in her purse, sitting atop the beige, suede barrel chair. Serena was definitely looking forward to the fun day she would have tomorrow with Darien. Alone. She was a huge fan of the Dallas Cowboys, but even if they lost tomorrow, she would have experienced the best game of her life simply because she was sharing it with him. He was like a powerful magnet that pulled her in, refusing her respite from his hypnotic sensuality. She could only wonder what tonight would hold for them.

Each woman made a graceful entrance into the parlor where the group decided to meet before heading outside for group photos. They all made their way to their respective escorts for the evening. Most were hugging, kissing, and complementing their significant others in quiet communications, leaving Darien to focus solely on Serena's enthralling approach to him. He couldn't fathom Serena could enhance on perfection - she was gorgeous the first night he saw her at the hospital, but seeing her now, she'd evolved into red carpet Hollywood glamour.

"You make that dress look exquisite." Tiny lines fanned out around the hunky doctor's remarkable eyes when he flashed a wide grin after his compliment of her. Her dress was a provocative little flesh-toned number that flared at the hemline and had a sexy slit going to mid-thigh. The plunging neckline revealed perfect, perky breasts, poised by clear gossamer. Had it not been for the gold encrusted jewels expertly placed, an illusion of nudity would have been created.

"And you make that suit look…" Her eyes lingered at the prominent bulge in his dark grey, exquisitely tailored slacks, "...tight."

He allowed a hearty laugh to escape his broad grin before he pulled her in flush against him. The feel of his Priapic package was quite impressive to her. It alluded to sexual performances by him in various amorous episodic visions of epic fantasies. His sensual and erotic appeal seducing her right then and there.

To say Darien was an enigma was an understatement. He had a jaw-dropping hot body; the tall, dark, and handsome cliché going for him - but in a ruggedly good-looking way; and muscular, toned, and incredibly defined legs that enhanced his well-endowed perfect physique. Damn was she getting wet just thinking about him. And she hadn't even started on his exceptionally intelligent, ambitious, and completely uninhibited personality.

It was apparent Serena Lunarea wasn't that unaffected by him either. Darien could tell by the way her eyes glossed over, how she sucked in a sharp breath as their bodies connected, and how her parted lips displayed clenched teeth, as if to fight the overpowering urge to rip each other's clothes off. He knew because he was fighting the feeling too.

His left hand kept a tight hold of her hip, while his right hand sprawled the side of her head, threading fingers into her curled locks and thumb caressing her bottom lip. His eyes dipped to her lips as she leaned into his touch and turned her head slightly so she could wrap her lips around his thumb to suckle it teasingly.

The hand on her hip tightened. His eyelids lowered and he licked his lips as he watched her continue on.

"You naughty minx," he hissed through clenched teeth. He didn't want to reveal how turned on she made him by that simple act, nor did he want to admit how much he wanted her. He had to think about his oath. Especially now, right before the award ceremony that involved his profession. Her profession and Amy's. It only strengthened his resolve to keep them on a professional level.

"I'm only trying to keep your mind off the ceremony." She looked up at him with a sweep of lashes grazing silken cheeks and smiled with lush parted lips. "Rita told us how nervous you are."

Darien had no doubt she was genuine in her answer - she had a people-pleaser personality, but he also knew Serena had ulterior motives - ones that benefitted her as well. He knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, but he couldn't give in to her, no matter how tempting she was…

"You'll be happy to know then, that you are succeeding...exponentially." There was no way he could get that image out of his head now. Not unless she replaced it with another… He couldn't let his mind travel down that road. With one last squeeze of her body to his and a kiss to her temple, he removed his hand from her hip and reached for her hand. Darien laced their fingers together and ushered her to the door. "Come beautiful, let's take some shots."

Serena could not for the life of her figure Darien out. She knew he wanted her. The subtle and not so subtle hints were proof of that. He had an ironclad determination though because everything she was throwing at him was not working, when she knew very well that it should be. The things she did almost embarrassed her. How her mother would not approve of her actions! But Darien just did something to her. He had this uncanny mesmerism about him that lured her like a moth to a flame.

The group gathered under a beautiful and giant, Spanish moss-draped oak tree. The sunset splashed an array of colors in the skyline, casting a stunning light on the group. Rita took candid shots of the many couples and asked a few to pose as she set the appropriate configurations for lighting. Her favorite photo so far was one of Darien and Serena. He was holding her from behind at the waist, her looking back up at him with the world's biggest smile on her face. Rita could tell these two were falling in love right in front of their eyes. She was so excited to capture these precious first moments of them so she could later share these pictures with them all throughout their relationship.

Serena noticed Andrew standing near Rita as she snapped a few more photos. They were both smiling and laughing as she showed him the images. Andrew placed butterfly kisses on her cheek, neck, and shoulder. Serena knew she had to return the favor again and stepped up to Rita and simply held out her hand. Rita understood and handed it over again. She turned and kissed Andrew for all she was worth.

"Smile, lovebirds!"

Serena directed them to turn, pose, and even tucked a strand of Rita's hair behind her ear and adjusted Andrew's bowtie.

"You're a natural at this!" Claimed Rita when Serena had finished taking probably 20 shots of them.

"I didn't realize how much fun it was to use a camera!" She smiled eagerly.

"Thank you, Serena." It was Andrew's turn to express his gratitude. "We really appreciate it."

"Think nothing of it." She smiled again. "Anytime."

At that point, Darien had come up to them and looped an arm around Serena's waist. "Almost ready?" He posed the question to Rita.

"Yep! Just let me set the timer!"

A tripod held the camera as Rita adjusted the controls. She had already posed the group. They were standing and sitting in various positions similar to what you would see on a Modern Family season poster or a Keeping Up With The Kardashians promo shoot. It was the epitome of posh and luxury, while still giving a classy and sexy feel.

"This would be a photo that everyone would want on their mantle!" Rita cheered in thought. She wouldn't let anyone see it - not even Andrew!

The chauffeur-driven limo arrived near the conclusion of the group photo. Limmy, as they learned was the ironic nickname of their limousine driver, held the rear door open for all six parties to climb in. Serena got in, sliding over on the plush leather seat to make room for Darien. He placed an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She sank into his embrace when the door closed with a solid slam.

In true Andrew fashion, he raided the well-stocked minibar. "What's your poison?"

"Hmm, let me have a…" Rei started as she stared at the selection. She saw the mint, lime, and even a muddler. "...mojito!"

"You got it." Andrew started on that drink as the others began to call out their orders.

"Are those eggs?" Mina pointed to the egg carton.

"Yes, ma'am. A boneless chicken dinner. " Andrew answered as he continued on with Lita's Long Island iced tea. The men snickered at Andrew's joke.

Darien continued with where Andrew was going. "Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall…"

"Poor Humpty Dumpty! I always felt bad for him!" Mina sympathized, interrupting Darien. Malachite pressed her body closer to his, comforting her with kisses to her temple.

"Why on earth are there eggs in the fridge?" It was Jadeite who asked. "They're hard-boiled, I hope?"

Lita answered the overall question proudly, "According to western traditions 100 years ago, bars used to offer free lunches in the form of eggs. They believed it would help attract customers to purchase another beer. Kind of what salty foods do today - make you thirsty so you buy another drink. Historians believe prohibition ended eggs in bars." She shrugged as she sipped her cocktail.

"To answer your question, Jed, yes, they are hard-boiled. Bars nowadays offer hard-boiled, deviled eggs, Scotch eggs, or pickled eggs. Darien educated.

"Let me guess, you learned that during your college days?" Rei queried smartly.

"As a matter of fact…" Darien tried to give himself time to think of a smart comeback so he took a swig of his Jack and Coke to prolong his answer. He couldn't think of anything. Damnit. "...yes…" He admitted defeatedly. Rei smirked.

Zoisite added, "Eggs contain cysteine, an amino acid that has been proposed as a preventative for some of the negative effects of alcohol, like liver damage."

"It is also an antidote for hangovers." Andrew added. "So eat an egg-cellent meal during and after drinking." He winked as he finally made his drink.

Less than ten minutes later, Limmy pulled up to the Orlando Museum of Art. It was a red carpet affair for anyone who was anybody was in attendance. Men and women in formal dress were getting out of cars and limos, receiving the star treatment as they walked the red carpet and posed for their picture to be taken on the step and against the custom-made Vass Stark Award repeat banner.

The news reporters were there, acting as paparazzi, asking which designer gowns and tuxedos were being worn, who their escorts were, and many other questions the public was dying to know.

Of course everyone knew who Darien Shields was. He was one of the nominees for the most prestigious and highest honor medical award, the coveted Vass Stark Award. So as soon as he emerged from the limo, the reporters surrounded him and Serena and bombarded him with questions.

"Dr. Shields! Who are you wearing?"

"Dr. Shields, look this way!"

"Who is your date for this event, Dr. Shields?"

"Congratulations on your nomination!"

"How are you feeling this evening?"

"Are you nervous?"

The rest of their group, besides Amy and Zoisite, passed by unscathed, because Darien and Amy were being attacked with flashing lights and rapid fire questioning. Luckily for Serena, they didn't know who she was yet and neither known physician was going to throw her to the wolves.

After a few short answers, some cunningly avoided ones, and several photos later, Darien, Serena, Amy, and Zoisite finally made it into the luxurious rotunda room with marble floor and rich wood paneling. The space was beautifully decorated with a black and white theme, expanding to the 30 foot ceilings, giving a spectacular use of an elegant atmosphere for this unique ceremony.

It was an obstacle to get to their table because it was right in front on the stage, which so happened to be way on the other side of the room. So socializing with attendees was inevitable. The first group of people they came across were other physicians not nominated, but attending. Darien recognized the man, but couldn't recall how or what his name was.

"Dr. Shields! How wonderful to run into you again!" The man reached for Darien's hand to shake it. Darien remembered this man from the elevator a couple days prior. Damn his mind for not recalling this man's name. There wasn't a white coat with his embroidered name on it either. "And who is this stunning young woman with you?"

Before Darien could answer, Serena supplied with an extended hand, "Hi, I'm Dr. Serena Lunarea. I just started as the new Cardiologist at Florida Hospital of Orlando."

"Is that so? How wonderful! Well, congratulations!" He dropped her hand and stuffed it in his pant pocket. "I am looking into Florida Hospital to obtain full privileges for my exclusive medical practice."

"Really? What's your practice?" Serena's interests were piqued. It seemed rare these days to find private practices who weren't already affiliated with a hospital. Mainly because the cost of malpractice insurance seemed to be skyrocketing and the healthcare environment was becoming more difficult to predict.

"How terrible of me, I am Dr. Aspen Easton. I am an Orthopaedic Surgeon and my practice is called Head, Hands, and Heart."

Dr. Easton noticed he had their attention still, but maybe needed more of an explanation based off their inquisitive head tilts. "The thought behind the name is influenced to include all areas of the human body - mind/nerves (head), body-external (hands), and body-internal (heart)."

His explanation gave head nods and "Oh's" and "Ah's."

"There is also thought behind the name to other specialties, such as with psychology-based: cognitive (head), affective (hands), behavioral (heart) and more of a natural and holistic approach: thinking (head), doing (hands), and feeling (heart)."

"That's brilliant! I love it!" Serena praised. "I really do!" With Serena's and her parent's background in boutique medicine, her mind was more open to the concept his practice provided. Dr. Easton smiled at her approval. Darien still seemed a little skeptical. Dr. Easton would expect no less. Darien practically grew up in a hospital setting with his mother as CEO. It would take Darien stepping outside of his comfort zone and thinking outside the box to comprehend the overall thought process Dr. Easton had.

"Our practice will one day be an all-inclusive specialty practice where patients can come for all their medical and health needs. All physicians and providers will be on the same EHR, so all patient records can be contained in one spot for all specialties to see."

"So which specialties do you currently have?" Darien asked.

"It would be easier to tell you what we don't have. We are looking for a Diagnostic Radiologist, Plastic Surgeon, and a Neurosurgeon." Dr. Easton wanted to gauge Darien's reaction when he mentioned the last specialist.

Darien nodded his head and smiled. "Is that why you approached me in the elevator the other day? To see if I was interested in joining?"

Dr. Easton's aged face smiled, pulling his wrinkles and cheek creases. "Not necessarily. I genuinely wanted to meet you - I have followed your work since your first clinical trials. You have exceeded my expectations. Your excellent skills would indeed be an asset at out facility though."

Serena smiled at their exchanges. She too had followed his trials, only the ones connected to cardiology though. And if she would have seen his photo prior to her time here, she might have paid more attention to him. Her heart started fluttering.

"Our objective is to eventually have a specialist in all fields. We have M.D.'s, D.O.'s, and N.D.'s, all in different areas. Even though we have one physician in almost each specialty, we would love to add more. And the holistic approach is becoming more popular. I mean, I am noticing more and more people asking for chiropractors, naturopathic doctors, acupuncturists, etc. We are hoping to eventually span to all major cities and then smaller ones, creating a new alternative to health."

"I am in love with the concept!" Serena announced. Darien gave her a waist a squeeze and Dr. Easton gave her a proud smile.

"We are a state-of-the-art, turn-of-the-century kind of practice." His presumed wife approached him and whispered in his ear. He nodded at her words and then reached out for Darien and Serena's hands. "I won't keep you two any longer." He explained as he shook their hands for the second time that evening.

"Here, take my card." He produced two cards for each of the curious physicians. "Give me a call if you ever want to talk about anything. Those," he motioned to the cards, "include my personal home and cell phone numbers. I am always available." He presented another award-winning smile.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Dr. Easton and best of luck in all your present and future endeavors!"

"Thank you and you as well, my dear."

"Take care, Dr. Easton." Darien expressed sincerely, watching the couple join another group of interested investors.

Without a break, the next group they came across were a few other nominees. One physician extended his hand to Darien to re-introduce himself since they had attended Harvard University together.

"Darien, it's me, Zeke. Zeke Barin." Darien shook his hand as he thought back to those days. "We were in Professor Marston's Emergency Bootcamp class together."

"Oh yeah! And what's-his-name..." Darien was snapping his fingers to help jog his memory. "...had issues with the lumbar punctures!"

Zeke busted out laughing. "Haha, Harold! That's right - I had forgotten all about him. What ever did happen to him? Did he pass the class?"

"I don't think he did that semester, but he did eventually. Last I heard he was at some hospital in Texas." Serena was being called away by a woman probably in her late sixties with very poofy hair and way too much make-up on.

Darien gave her a kiss to her temple and held her waist until she was completely out of reach. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he watched her lovely backside sway away.

"So, where are you at now?" Darien asked of Zeke, returning his attention back to him.

"I'm still at John Hopkins as an Endocrinologist, but at the start of the new year, I will be the lead director of the new Diabetes and Nutrition program we are launching."

"Congratulations, man. I wish you the best of luck." Darien shook his hand again.

"Thanks, bro. It was good to catch up." He passed Darien his business card, prompting Darien to do the same.

"You too, man. Good luck tonight." They saluted each other as they moved on to the next group of nominees.

"Mrs. Stansic, how are you?" The elder woman pulled Serena in for a hug when she reached her.

"Fine, dear. I see you look stunning as ever." She eyed Serena's dress, making her feel slightly uncomfortable and a little exposed. "And you nabbed a sexy one there." She tilted her head in Darien's direction as she brought her wine glass to her lips.

"He's just a friend." Truth was, Serena didn't know what they were.

Mrs. Stansic snorted unladylike. "Is that what they're calling it these days? No titles and politically correct crap. Anyway, darling, I just wanted to see how you were doing in Orlando. We miss you in Ormond and just want you to know that you can come back at anytime. No questions asked. You can even rotate between campuses, if you like."

"That's a very kind offer. I sincerely appreciate that. I miss my Ormond family, but I am pretty happy in Orlando." Serena gave a quick look to where Darien was chatting with a new group. He glanced her way then as well, giving her a bright white smile.

"My, my, my. You'd swear he was eye-fucking you, deary."

"Mrs. Stansic!" Serena screeched in shock, turning back to her before she looked around to see if anyone had heard her.

"Oh, nonsense." She waved her empty hand. "He's undressing you with his eyes. The sooner you two come to terms with it, the better."

Serena glanced back in his direction, smiling. Just then a beautiful brunette in a quintessential little black dress approached him and attached herself to his length. It looked as though Darien excused the two of them and walked to a nearby window. The woman only seemed to appreciate the intimate act and wrapped her long arms around his neck. The brunette was disgustingly attractive and seeing the two of them so close with each other made Serena incredibly jealous. The way she so easily fit in his arms, like they were meant for one another.

Serena frowned. She found herself confused. Confused about Darien and his actions - for allowing it to happen - and her feelings for him. Her feelings for him grew more intense with each encounter. Serena and him, they weren't a couple. Again, she didn't know what they were, but certainly proper decorum would suggest he hold his actions out of the public's eye while she was his plus one.

"The little tramp." Observed Mrs. Stansic. Serena couldn't help but grin at the comment. She placed an arm on Serena's shoulder for comfort. "Her ugliness in personality takes away from her outward appearance. She is a zero compared to your perfect ten. But if he doesn't see that, shame on him. My offer still stands, love. Call me anytime if you want to come back home." And with that final adieu, she was gone.

Serena didn't want to spy on the couple anymore, by herself, and so she made her way to the bar. A few seconds passed before someone approached her from behind.

"Good evening, chérie." When Serena turned, she took in her greeter. Dirty blonde hair, cut short in spikes. Jade-green eyes with light freckles adorning his cheeks and nose. His smile was wide with full lips and he had dimples that made him appear younger than she suspected he actually was. He acknowledged her observation of him with a smirk and continued on, placing his hand out for her to put hers on.

"My name is Dr. Jared Stevenson. I am a Hospitalist at Florida Hospital and I am positive we have not yet had proper introductions, for I would have remembered a gorgeous creature such as yourself."

She smiled and placed her hand on his and returned the greeting, "And I am the new Cardiologist, Dr. Serena Lunarea. It's a pleasure to meet you." She blushed as he brought her hand to his lips while he bowed slightly. He acted a proper gentleman.

"The pleasure is all mine." He still held her hand for as long as she would allow. She noticed and slid it away, wrapping it around her cocktail - some fruity concoction the bartender came up with.

"Why is such a lovely lady sitting alone during such an exciting event?"

Serena was unsure of this man's intentions. He seemed kind enough and was definitely attractive. "My date and I were separated, I'm afraid. We were pulled in opposite directions when we arrived and I've been unable to locate him since."

"The man would be a fool to let such a beauty out of his sight. Tell me, who has the pleasure of having you for the evening?"

Before Serena could answer, another answered for her.

"That would be me."

She closed her eyes at the sound of his voice. It rippled tremors down her body and left a warm pool between her thighs. He apparently could never be in trouble with her if all he had to do was speak. Her smiled widened a fraction when she registered his response.

Dr. Stevenson did not even have to turn around to know who answered him. 'Lucky bastard…' He had heard of the new attractive cardiologist that started this week. He also heard how Shields and her were working on a patient case together, though he didn't know who the patient was. It didn't matter. Serena would be in his bed by the end of next week. He would pull out all the stops to make her swoon for him and forget a Darien Shields ever existed.

"Ah, Dr. Shields. Why am I not surprised. You seem to have all the luck with women."

'What is that supposed to mean?' Serena questioned silently, looking pointedly at Darien. Darien's face twisted in anger. He knew where Stevenson was trying to go with this - put him in a bad light with Serena.

'Seed of doubt planted. Check.' Stevenson wickedly smiled inwardly and sweetly to Serena outwardly.

"Serena, it was lovely meeting you. Please, enjoy your evening, and I will see you at the hospital, I'm sure." He took her hand and placed another light kiss on it. She smiled in return, liking how this man seemed to get a rise out of Darien.

'Maybe he needs a taste of his own medicine.' She thought squarely.

"Oh, and here's my card, with my personal cell phone number." Dr. Stevenson plucked a shiny black card from his breast pocket. "Please, don't hesitate to call me for any reason."

She accepted his card. "Nice meeting you as well."

Jared turned to leave and as he passed Darien, he purposely bumped Darien's shoulder. "Shields." He said curtly. Darien was seething, fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to retaliate, but doing so now would have his night end with him in handcuffs and Jared in the hospital. It was then that Malachite and Mina approached them. Darien knew why Mal was there and figured he brought Mina as to not draw attention to Jared and Serena.

"Oh, Serena, isn't it magical here?" Mina gushed as she ran to link arms with her. They turned to view the decor, but Serena tried her best to eavesdrop on Darien and Malachite's conversation.

"Ami told me to come over." Mal said in hushed tones. Darien just nodded. Serena was baffled by that comment. 'Why would Ami send him?'

"Is that the guy you were telling me about? Regarding that nurse…?" Darien nodded again. He was so livid, he was staring down a tunnel of scarlet.

"I was afraid he would say something slick and end up looking for his teeth." Serena was shocked to hear that, but then thought how he looked capable of kicking someone's ass while making a tux look good.

Mal chuckled. "You've been known to unhinge a few speed bags…" That statement kind of turned Serena on. Not because it sounded dangerous, as Mal indicated, but because it alluded to strength. Blame Darwin's Sexual Selection Theory.

"He's not worth me knocking out."

"Are you sure? We can practice on him like he's a heavy bag." Mal gave a few jabs for emphases. The two men laughed.

"Thanks, bro. Thanks for helping me keep away from some clown who's not worth my time of day."

Malachite threw an arm around Darien's shoulders before he patted his back. "C'mon, let's eat some grub."

"Mina?" She and Serena turned. Mal held his elbow out for Mina to link with. She smiled back at Serena before she glided to him. Serena watched them walk away in the direction of the tables. 'They make a really cute couple…'

"Hey." Darien started. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and brought them to her shoulders. "I'm sorry." He wanted to apologize for being away from her for so long and for unintentionally leaving her alone. Darien saw Stevenson approach Serena and he tried his best to get to her as soon as he could, but he just kept getting pulled by every damn person in the room. He knew it was unavoidable for them to meet. They would eventually run into each other at the hospital. Luckily it was here, he guessed, where he was also, so he could keep anything from happening. Not that he really believed it would. Serena seemed smart and definitely not easy. Darien just hoped Serena had a tough sense for bullshit. Stevenson certainly smelled heavily of it.

His apology seemed heartfelt. She nodded. "You are the man - well, one of the men - of the evening." Her corners lifting into a smile.

His eyes dropped to her lips and started to remember how she'd tasted - luscious, unquenchable, and forbidden. Because this sexy cardiologist was forbidden fruit. He could look, but not taste. Looking was safe. Tasting was too much of a risk, and he didn't want to do anything that could risk or jeopardize their fragile relationship.

"But you are here with me and the only one I am interested in being with…" In his mind, he was thinking of every sense of that meaning. He didn't know what it was about her, but he'd felt an immediate and total attraction to Serena. This was something that hadn't occurred with any other woman he'd met or been involved with.

Serena watched his eyes move to her lips and involuntarily bit her bottom lip remembering how she had used her lips earlier to suckle his thumb. Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink hue. She knew her and Darien were playing a very dangerous game, wherein once they crossed the line, there would be no turning back.

A woman at a microphone announced the commencement of dinner being served. They each thanked the interruption because both were thinking dangerously naughty thoughts that inched them closer to that proverbial line.

The couple made their way to their designated table. Darien made sure to only have his group at his table. He didn't want to have to socialize any more than was absolutely necessary. Tonight was about having a good time with great friends; something they hadn't been able to do together since last year at Fantasy Fest. And maybe some celebrating, if he won.

Everyone at their table seemed happy. Since meeting Darien's friends earlier, Serena was beginning to get used to seeing them all make oblivious unrequited googly eyes at each other.

Once wine started to be served, each couple came up with a toast for the group.

It was Rei who started, "May you live as long as you like, and have all you like as long as you live."

Jadeite continued after with, "May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past."

Rita offered, "Here's to you and here's to me, friends may we always be!"

Andrew added, "But, if by chance we disagree, up yours! Here's to me!" They all laughed before they took a sip.

Mina and Malachite were going to go next, but couldn't stop laughing from Andrew's hilarious toast, so Ami and Zoisite said theirs in unison, "May you have the hindsight to know where you've been, the foresight to know where you are going, and the insight to know when you have gone too far."

With a few deep breaths, Mina and Malachie were ready and said, "There are good ships, and there are wood ships, the ships that sail the sea. But the best ships, are friendships, and may they always be."

Darien looked to Serena and articulated, "May we kiss who we please…" Serena took the bait and without missing a beat, flirtatiously cooed, "And please who we kiss." All groups then kissed their partners. Some, more so than others.

After taking forever to release Lita's luscious lips, Nephrite smiled as he began, "My heart is as full as my glass, when I drink to you, old friend!" Lita looked to everyone as she said her part, "My friends are the best friends, loyal, willing, and able. Now let's get to drinking! All glasses off the table!"

"Here, here!" They all cheered and finished the remainder of their wine before another pour was served.

A smile softened Serena's mouth when Darien reached for her hand under the tablecloth. He had scooted his chair closer to her's and draped his arm around the back of her chair. The two of them were in their own little world.

Rei conspicuously observed Darien's actions with Serena. He was getting very cozy with the pretty blonde.

Banquet servers began serving, and over the next hour, guests dined on expertly prepared cracked black pepper crusted filet mignon, garlic lobster chicken, and seared striped sea bass.

The wines continued to flow and conversations stayed lively as the six couples exchanged pleasantries and anecdotes that kept everyone laughing.

A slightly plump woman, wearing an eggplant-shaded evening gown walked across the stage to the podium. Her arrival hushed the crowd, as murmurs died down and silence befell the room.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Mirena Vass and I would like to welcome you all to the 11th Annual Vass Stark Foundation Award Ceremony." Light clapping echoed throughout the expansive room.

"The Vass Stark Foundation is a charitable institution that helps in funding the advancements of medicine to medical establishments across the nation. The Foundation also likes to recognize the top surgeons who bring innovative, next-level approaches to their respective fields by awarding the coveted Vass Stark Award. And for that reason, we are here tonight." More clapping ensued.

"In addition to that, we would like to do something we've never done before." Whispered murmurs broke out. "This year, we have created a new award." Several 'oohs' and 'aahs' were heard.

"The Pride in the Profession Award honors physicians whose lives encompass the true spirit of being a medical professional. This is done by identifying and acknowledging a physician who shows outstanding pride in caring for the people." Cheer was given with high approbation.

"It is my pleasure to stand here today and honor our first ever recipient of this new, aspiring, and soon-to-be distinguished award. And this award goes to…" She looked through the crowd and found the honoree.

"Dr. Ami Anderson!" The woman began to clap before she picked up the award to show the crowd.

All eyes turned to Ami. Darien lead the standing ovation. Ami was in utter surprise and overwhelmed with amazement. She sat there, completely still, unable to move. Everyone applauded loudly, smiled brightly at her, and gave what seemed like a million congratulations. Zoisite brought her in for a hug, bringing her out of her stupor. It was clear that Ami had no idea she was going to be awarded.

After finally bestirring herself and gaining her bearings, she steadily walked to the stage as she held her stomach. It's contents were contemplating coming back up. She hesitantly accepted the award. Everyone was still clapping. As she approached the podium, the claps stopped and everyone seemed to be sitting back down.

"I, uh, I am... umm, utterly... speechless." Ami gave a nervous laugh. "I...I am, I am unprepared for what to say." She gave another nervous laugh, her face beet red. The crowd sympathized with her. Some feeling her embarrassment. "I'm sorry." She took a deep breath.

Ami tried again. "Umm, good evening." Everyone could see her confidence returning and flashes from the cameras started from all angles.

"I feel grateful to be thought of as someone who takes pride in their profession. I do take much pride in my work and it is my life's dream to care for the people. As much as I appreciate this award and as grateful as I am for it, the greatest reward I've ever been given is the joy of keeping families together longer. Thank you for honoring me tonight." Ami stepped away from the podium, sidestepped so she was still facing the crowd, and gave a low bow. Again, everyone stood and clapped for her as she made her way behind the curtain on the stage.

Mirena made it back to the podium and all sat down with silence. "You can tell from her sweet speech why we chose her. She is always thinking about the patient. Congratulations, Dr. Anderson!"

A sharply dressed man and a gracefully elegant woman crossed the stage. In his white gloved hands held a stunning designer glass and optical crystal award that remarkably looked a lot like the Crystal Tokyo Palace from dreams Darien had sporadically all his life. A taller, crystal tower stood in the center and then four, smaller crystal towers surrounded it. Darien even one time constructed a crystal model of this palace as a paperweight that currently decorated his desk at home. In the woman's hand was a sleek black envelope with a white foil border. She handed the envelope to Mirena and moved off to the side to stand near the award-wielding man.

"Thank you, Ms. Kaioh." The name settled on the group and it was then realization set in. She was the famous violinist that suddenly emerged to independent stardom. The man Kaioh Michiru was standing next to, suddenly seemed familiar as well. A top race car driver in Japan, to be exact. And a tall woman, not a man. Tenou Haruka. 'Why...how...what are those two famous celebrities doing here?' They all thought and whispered to each other. It was then that Ami made it back to her seat.

"Without further ado…" Mirena opened the envelope. "... and the winner is…" Her face beamed a radiant smile. "Dr. Darien Shields!" She tried to announce him without sounding tendentious. Truth be told, she was cheering for him to win. Even with her being the chairwoman of the board, she was not allowed to vote in the selection process. She wanted to make sure the winner came across in a just and fair manner.

Once Darien heard his name called, his heart stopped beating for a few milliseconds. His eyes twinkled, his cheeks bunched up, and the corners of his eyes wrinkled. Everyone stood again, clapping louder than before with Ami.

Serena couldn't help but be happy for him and pulled him in for a long, hard hug, with her arms over his shoulders and fingers sprawled around his neck. She whispered, "Congratulations, babe!" to him, sending shivers down his spine. As she held him close, he wrapped his arms around her lower back and waist and around her bare back and shoulders, pressing her tightly to him. When they slowly pulled apart, he was overjoyed to have her here with him to celebrate this monumental occasion. He thanked her with a soft, light kiss. She blushed profusely as all eyes were on them.

Stevenson, who felt it necessary to keep up appearances, continued to clap, but gritted his teeth the whole time. He was starting to wonder if it would be harder than he originally thought to make the blonde bombshell forget about the annoyingly handsome Neurosurgeon.

A man in the back of the room, who was clapping just for show, stopped when he saw the two kiss. He had been watching them together the whole night. It seemed like only a date, until the kiss came. Now he wasn't sure. His eye caught movement to his left. The beautiful woman in the little black dress that Darien was seen with earlier just walked out of the room in a huff when she witnessed the kiss.

Darien hugged and kissed, on the cheek, or hugged and shook hands with everyone at his table. They were all pleased with his win and exorbitantly proud of his accomplishment.

He made his way up and across the stage. Michiru first congratulated him by clasping his forearms and kissing both of his cheeks. He returned the gesture. Graciously, he accepted the award from Haruka. With his left hand holding the award, he used his right to give a firm handshake and head bow to Haruka. She gave him a wink, making him tilt his head to the side in slight confusion. Haruka in turn nodded her head to Mirena, who was waiting patiently for him. He nodded to Haruka and Michiru and made his way to Mirena. She embraced him lightly and kissed each cheek as well. Him doing the same to her.

He made his way to the podium and sat his award down. It sure was eerie how similar this crystal award was to his dream palace. It simply stunned him. He shook his head and pulled out a folded piece of paper that he had his typed speech on.

"I am extremely honored to be standing here this evening to receive this award." A few clapped, with others holding back until they realized it was okay to continue clapping this early in his speech.

"Operating has been a passion and a privilege that I am grateful for every single day. I wouldn't be able to do it if it weren't for all the amazing people in this room." Some applauded until Darien continued. "I can't express enough how grateful I am for all of my amazing colleagues." More claps ensued and Darien spanned the room with his eyes, silently acknowledging each individual who helped him along during his career.

"I have faced several challenges on my way here, but each one of them has only strengthened me to make me the person I am today - a thorough professional who knows exactly what he wants -" He looked pointedly at Serena, giving her his panty-dropping grin. Alcohol-induced bravery allowed Serena to blow him a kiss. "...someone who sets his eyes on a goal and does not lose sight of it." Darien winked at her before he continued on.

"Winning this award would not have been possible without the inspiration I have received from my seniors and my colleagues, for whom I have the deepest respect, and from whom I have derived the strength to challenge myself and perform better at each stage." The rowdy crowd, thanks to the ever popular reducing inhibitions liquid, started to add cheers and hollers now. Darien noticed and decided he should try to end this sooner than later.

"I am earnestly grateful for the recognition I have received for my work, because I am very sure that every other nominee for this award was as capable, if not more, of winning this award. Thank you so much to the team at the Vass Stark Foundation for recognizing me with this incredible award. I sincerely thank each one of you for helping me reach a stage where I can proudly hold up this award as a mark of my achievement. Thank you all again!" The room simply erupted in standing ovations, shouts, cheers, hoots, and anything else you might hear at a college dorm party.

He held up the award and stepped away from the podium, pausing briefly to exchange words with Mirena, Michiru, and Haruka before following them off the stage.

After everyone congratulated him, Darien finally had some reprieve upstairs on the second floor overlooking the banquet celebration. A kind elderly usher saw his distress and gave him the knowledge of a restroom located on the second floor that would be momentarily open for him, should he need it. The award-winning physician happily accepted the polite man's offer and snuck up the staff's stairs to make it up there.

He watched the crowds for a few moments to collect himself. Darien noticed a few colleagues gathered near the piano man, probably asking him to play something new and popular so they could sing along. He looked for his table but didn't see anyone there except Rita and Andrew who were cuddling as much as they could in their own seats with witnesses around.

Ami and Zoisite were talking with other physicians. Rei was on the phone with who he assumed was their mother. She had already sent him a bunch of texts congratulating him, probably knowing that he wouldn't have time to take her call at this time. He would respond to her later.

Darien couldn't find Lita or Neph and Mal and Mina were sitting at the bar. His blonde goddess was nowhere to be found. Panic momentarily overwhelmed him until he spotted Stevenson cornering a young blonde waitress who seemed willing. Yuck. Let him have her if there was a mutual attraction to each other.

Just when he was about to head back down to find his goddess, a slender arm adorned with gold bangles grabbed his arm and dragged him around the corner and against a wall. The dark corridor hid their bodies from those below, but the moon shone on them just enough from the windows that he could see her lust-filled eyes.

"Hello, handsome." She greeted before she pulled him down by the collar with both hands to touch his lips to hers. The act caused him to brace the wall she was flush against, bracketing her shoulders between his hands.

Shock was an understatement. He hadn't expected this. Or her. Not here.

She lifted her left leg, slipping effortlessly up onto his with her short hemline riding up to her waist now. She glided her leg over his hip, waiting for him to grab it and lift her to him.

"What are you trying to do?" He asked between breaths she allowed from the kisses.

"Congratulate you, of course." She whispered heatedly in his ear, then brought her tongue to run along his earlobe before sucking on it. Chills spread across his body. Her scent wafted his senses and he closed his eyes. He should be telling her to fuck off and run downstairs, but he stood in his place, allowing her to continue.

She couldn't fight the need to keep her mouth off his body. Kisses trailed down his jawline to his throat where she felt the need to suck until she was sure a mark would be left to prove she was there and that for the moment, he was hers.

He caught on to what she was doing and pulled away. He couldn't have a mark like that for the world to see. How would he explain that?

"No, no, vixen. Can't have any of that tonight."

The vibration from her laugh ran down his body. She didn't want this escapade with him to end and knew what he liked and what she could do so that he couldn't refuse her advances.

Pressing small kisses to his throat, her hands shifted over his stomach, sliding down his abs, teasing him with her caresses. Her touch was slow; she was taking her time. Then, her fingers glided over his bulge, her touch so light, it was almost painfully erotic.

How could he be this aroused by her touch? It was because he had gone cold turkey after Nati, because of Serena. With all the sexual frustration he was experiencing, her advances were welcomed…

"What about this?" Dipping her hands further, her hands engulfed his bulge and gave a gentle squeeze. He hissed in response. She was thrilled that she could still capture his attention and bring him pleasure.

He faintly heard the clinking of his belt buckle loosening, the unsnapping of his button, and the sound of his zipper as she opened his fly with deft fingers. His body tensed as he felt the excitement building as she allowed his hardness to burst forth, followed by the desirous sensation of her stroking his hard, thickly pulsating cock. He inhaled and exhaled in slow pants of breath, enjoying her touch.

She felt as he exhaled, his body relaxing into hers. Pressing small kisses to his throat, her hand came up so she could slide her thumb over the velvety head of his penis, causing him to shudder. It was her though, giving out little gasps, as she felt his firmness press against the soft, cool flesh of the inside of her thigh.

He didn't want to continue with her foreplay. He needed release. Now. With his hands, he reached below her waist, grabbing her firm ass to hoist her up to push her against the wall. Darien held her waist as her legs wrapped around him. A growl escaped his lips when his cock brushed against the damp curls between her legs.

"Are you not wearing any panties? Christ."

She didn't have time to answer as he asked while pulling her waist down onto his length, shoving himself into her roughly and harshly. She let out a loud gasp of pleasure, already wet and ready for him, his size filling her completely. Darien started off slowly, then gradually increased to really fast. They were both breathing heavily, clutching at each other, both desperate for completion.

"Please," she pleaded, tugging at him. He plunged and plowed into her and she gasped. "Dare!"

The animal-like frenzy of him entering her was making her even hotter. She wrapped her legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper into her, leaning back. He cupped her breasts, still cased in her lacy bra, as he moved into her with strong, steady strokes. Whimpers repeatedly heated his shoulder as she braced herself against him.

"This feels so damned good," he said between gritted teeth as his body moved into hers.

She held him, biting him gently at the base of his neck even as she raised and lowered herself onto his erection. He gasped, gripping her hips, tilting her, grinding against her. The coldness of the wall a counterpoint to the heat of his body. The length of his erection stroked hypnotically inside of her and she almost passed out from the sensation of it.

"Oh, please, harder!"

"Yeah?" he questioned, leaning his forehead against her collarbone and driving into her. She whimpered from the feel of him, rolling her hips to feel the delicious friction of him.

"Dare, I need you… yes!" she moaned as he started moving faster, feeling the hard heat of his erection sliding against her clit. She was clutching at his shoulders, gripping at him with her thighs. He continued driving against her, endlessly stroking the sensual pleasure they were both seeking.

"Fuuuck!" She shouted, feeling her body clutch him. Her climax roared through her, leaving aftershocks as he slammed into her repeatedly until his release came. He left her there, pressed against the wall until he could come down from his exertion. They were both panting, trying to obtain more oxygen than their bodies would currently allow.

Carina started kissing his jawline, waking him from his reverie. He finally had enough energy to remove himself from her and set her on her heels gently. He stepped back, adjusting his pants to zip them back up and buckle his belt again.

"Can...can we continue to see each other?" She asked skeptically, also adjusting her clothes, hair, and makeup.

"This...should not have happened."

She did not want to hear anything but, "Yes, of course." and certainly not that what they just did shouldn't have happened. Carina was a woman who always got what she wanted. She tried another tactic with fake tears. "I want you. I've always wanted you." She said with quiet conviction. "And it's only getting stronger."

Darien wasn't buying it. He could always see through her. "That's because you can't have me anymore. One always wants what they can't have."

She let out a huff. "Dare, please don't do this." Her efforts were failing. She tried reaching for him. He grabbed her wrists to prevent her from leeching onto him.

"Carina, I have to go. We can talk later about all of this." He left her then, making his way down the wooden staircase.

He wasn't hers. This wouldn't change anything. She'd never get Darien. After years of loving him, this wasn't enough. She couldn't settle for a piece of him, she needed all of him. She wanted all or nothing.

Serena had made her way outside, on the second floor balcony. She allowed the windy September breeze to cool her off; heated by the alcohol consumption and by the sexual pleasure she was gaining from watching the couple through the window who were engaging in sexual activity.

"Remember when we used to have fun like that?" She recognized that low, sexy drawl. It only came out when he was having lustful thoughts. "Voyeurism always made you so horny." His touch followed soon after. The soft brushing of his fingertips, running them teasingly up and down her arms, producing goosebumps.

Serena was a total lightweight. Typically, one surprisingly strong fancy drink in, and she could float through dinner on a cloud of blissful flirtation. However, she was two strong fancy drinks in and about four glasses of wine in now. Add in the unresolved sexual tension she was feeling and you have her consent to pleasure her in any way possible.

Her head felt a little fuzzy and she had trouble putting her thoughts into any sequence. But that, she admitted to herself, was just because of all the alcohol she consumed. Her head whirled and she seemed to feel Ryland's nearness sending little thrills through her now tensing, excited body.

Then she realized that he had slipped his left arm around her neck and that his hand was sliding down into the low cut neckline of her dress. He found the tender round globe and began to stroke, slowly at first, and then running his finger maddeningly over the sensitive surface of her cream-white skin.

Serena flexed under the the gentle assault, arched backwards as he grasped one tiny throbbing nipple between his thumb and forefinger and massaged the little bud into a hard knob. His voice was heard, but she didn't understand what he said as he began kneading her succulent, sensuous breast between his strong fingers while a flood of excitement and pleasure again washed over her, mounting to new heights of passion. The thin straps of her dress had fallen off her shoulders, and her erect nipples were playing peek-a-boo with every breath she took.

"Are you wet for me?" His question was simple, but he wanted to honestly know if it was because of his ministrations or because of the scene they were watching.

Serena knew she was wet and most likely seeping through her panties. She panted, "Why don't you find out?" Her flirtation was becoming too bold. "Blame it on the alcohol," he reasoned. He wasn't going to push it, but he was going to make her remember how much pleasure he could bring her.

Now Ryland's other hand glided over the satin soft skin of her upper thigh, crawling with lust-provoking slowness, to dip through the slit of her dress, and up to the thin bands of her panties with a single fingertip.

She gasped and arched away from the railing when his hand slid over the front of the thin material. He pressed lightly with his palm and made her tremble by stroking in tiny circles. The wetter the material grew, the more it rubbed against her outer lips, making her knees go weak and the rest of her body tense.

With an expert touch, he maneuvered past the edge of her panties, and began to tease at the light sprinkling of blonde curls. Her breath hitched when his hand slipped inside, delving between her wet folds, and sliding over her clit. When Ryland's middle finger slid against the slick wetness of her and into her, her body shivered and she moaned.

Her eyes shut tight as her head feel back against his chest and rolled it into the curve of his neck, letting the sweep and roll of pleasure course through her whole body.

"I'm so hard for you, Ren." His mouth fused on her neck, sucking hard. She rubbed against his cock while his fingers fucked her slowly and methodically. She was completely lost in his touch.

Her body trembled at the feel of his erection against her and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her hips gyrated slightly and swiveled slowly as he gripped her around the waist and pulled her towards him, pushing his finger deeper inside her.

It was so good, she thought. So good. And somehow, it wasn't wrong, as she would have believed earlier, before the alcohol. She had gone so long with only the memory of that lust-driven pleasure… and she wanted to have it again! Time with Ryland had always been unbelievably mind-blowing.

Serena struggled against her passion-filled mind, torn between the morals which she had lived for so long and the emptiness that had been gnawing inside her. In the back of her mind, she heard the faint voice of reasoning, but she remembered now the intense and delicious sensations Ryland had brought her, and she was not about to give up that pleasure now!

She was lost in the deluge of unspent passion that had been dammed up inside of her for too many years, washing away the morals she had lived by for years now. But she knew that her fingers simply hadn't been enough to give her pussy the satisfaction she had ached for, and she was reveling in the very heights of her passion, with no intention of stopping until she had satisfied her long denied hunger.

Serena leaned back, relaxed again, as Ryland continued his teasing ministrations of her body.

She groaned softly and squirmed herself down against the impaling finger, her breath coming in sharp, short gasps as her whole torso quivered and quaked beneath the lascivious invasion. He began to turn and twist his probing finger teasingly around up inside, expanding Serena's tightness with each rotation. The maddening taunting of her now stretched pussy sent waves of pleasure through her trembling body. The delicious agony became unbearable, making her belly clutch in delight, and she mewed in rapture.

Moving her hips to meet his hand, she squirmed at his sensation. Pulling free from her core, she felt the moist pad of his finger glide over her sensitive nub, forcing her back to arch into his touch. He entered her again, pumping his finger deep while his thumb flicked over her clit.

She felt her pussy tingle and her orgasm rising. Her hips moved in sync with his hand as he finger-fucked her hard, sliding into her core, hitting a spot that had never been touched. "Holy shit, the g-spot was not a myth."

"Ryland," she gasped and then followed it with a string of unintelligible moans, curses, and mumblings. Her saying his name was like music to his ears. With each stroke, he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her hands reached up and back to grasp his hair, pulling a little roughly. She lifted her leg, spreading herself further for him. He stroked her clit mercilessly.

He growled in her ear, grazing his teeth over her neck. "I want you to cum all over my hand. So fucking sexy, Ren."

She felt her body tremble from his words, her entire body flushed. She moaned, "Yes." Her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave, her body shook. His finger pounding hard and deep, his thumb strumming over her clit until she shouted, "Fuck, yes…" Serena let out a scream that anyone inside could have heard. She didn't care at this point… All reason and thought disappeared as Serena's body reached a boiling point.

Her body clutched, then shuddered as her orgasm hit, making her tremble and whimper, while she urged Ryland to keep going. He moved slower inside her, his hand on her stomach holding her as the tremors running through her body slowed. Her arms fell to her sides and she leaned back into his hold.

"Seeing you come apart from my touch was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

She barely had the headspace to register what he was saying. Her mind was in a deep sex-filled haze. He released her pussy, adjusting her dress to cover her and slowly urged her body around to face him.

He licked his finger then. "Your taste is just as sweet as I remember."

She blushed a little then.

"I love that look on your face."

"What look?"

"The look of a woman who's satisfied." He smirked.

"I forgot how magical your fingers could be." She teased.

"I can remind you how magical my dick can be, too." Ryland challenged.

She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly. It was almost as if she were contemplating his offer.

At that point, momentarily lost in their euphoric high, they both wondered if they would be able to make the relationship work, this time around. Then reality hit home.

"Ry…" Serena started.

He was hopeful at first, but then his face fell when he saw the myriad of emotions cross her face. He simply nodded. He knew he did her wrong and deserved her rejection. "I understand. I fucked up with you and I will pay the price for all eternity. But," he paused, trying to think of how to word his next thought, "I want you to know that I was always genuine in my feelings for you. I only want you to be happy. I just wish I could be the one to make you happy."

He pulled her in then for a hug, wrapping his arms around her soft, shivering body. The sweat their encounter produced, and then the cooling of the night air made her a little chilly. He ran his hands up and down her bare arms and back, causing friction in hopes to warm her up.

Tears slipped out from her now crystallized blues.

He wiped away her tears. "Don't cry, baby."

This action caused her to remember the time she and Darien were in her office and he had said something similar about her crying because of Ryland. That only made her want to cry harder. But, to her amazement, she was able to resolve herself and answered him with a nod.

"Can I walk you back in?"

She answered him first with a shake of her head. Last thing she needed tonight was to allow Darien to see her with Ryland. That would cause another mess that she was unable and unwilling to handle.

"No, that's okay. I'm going to hang out here a bit more."

"Alright then."

Serena didn't know what else to say. "Thanks for getting me off? See you later? Have a great night?" It had been awhile since she felt this awkward.

Ryland pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead before he turned around and left. She watched him walk away. She leaned against the railing, standing there alone. Down from her orgasm and feeling completely sober, though she highly doubted a breathalyzer would reveal as much, she was finally able to think.

Her heart dropped as her mind cleared and she remembered what had prompted this interlude in the first place. She looked in the window. The couple wasn't there anymore. Sometime between her moans and orgasm, they must have disappeared from view.

What the hell did she just do? She just had an amazing orgasm at the hands of Ryland Pierce, who she had practically banished from her life forever, at an award ceremony where she was celebrating with Darien, who she was interested in and who she wanted to pursue. Her and Darien weren't dating, yet, anyway, so why did she feel like this was a mistake?

Serena was lost in panicky thoughts. Ryland was making her second guess her decisions. She felt hollow and pretty hellish emotionally. She inhaled a deep breath, knowing it was a matter of time before she lost it. This was a mistake, just a quick high. She could fool a lot of people, but not herself. This wasn't what she wanted.

Finally, she was realizing how much of a mess she was really in and it was overwhelming. She couldn't think straight in her current state. She needed to get sober, get some sleep, and hopefully deal with all of this when her mind could process all the pros and cons of everything going on in her life.

Now, how was she going to be when she saw Darien next?

The conclusion of the banquet was some time ago. Stragglers were making their way to the door. Servers had already began clearing the tables. Other event staff were cleaning up other areas while ushers were doing just that: ushering people out the door. In as gentle of a way as possible because they knew these elite members of society could easily end their financial way of living with a simple phone call.

It was near the limo where they all eventually met back up.

Rei was people watching while Jed was talking to Limmy. Lita and Neph had left in an Uber soon after Darien was awarded. Mina and Mal were making out in the limo. Ami and Zoi were still chatting with a handful of physicians who Serena now recognized from her and Darien's earlier socializing. Andrew and Rita seemed to be M.I.A. and Darien… where was he at?

Suddenly an arm went around her waist and pulled her close. She froze for a minute, hoping it wasn't Ryland, wanting to expose their rendezvous to everyone.

"Sorry that I lost you for a bit, Sere." He turned her to face him, relief washing over her. A second later though, she tensed, unsure how to act around him, feeling overwhelmingly guilty.

"Oh, babe, did I worry you? I'm so sorry." Darien pulled her closer. She was silent and just let him hold her. Serena allowed him to believe it was his absenteeism causing her distress. His intoxicating smell was calming her, but then she would go right back to feeling shameful of her indiscretion.

"Come on. Let's go home and get some rest." Darien guided her to the limo with his arm wrapped securely around her waist.

Andrew and Rita must have came out after Darien did because they were just starting to crawl in the limo.

"I'm so excited for tomorrow!" His excitement was infectious.

"Me too." Serena replied with as much gusto as she could muster.

Serena barely had time to settle back and relax in the warmth of the car when the ride ended. Darien had kept her to his side and pressed against his length the whole way. It almost made her think he was scared to let her go.

Once home, Darien made sure to walk Serena to her and Mina's room, though Mina was not there, nor was her luggage bag. Serena knew where she was. Mina must have brought her bag to Mal's guest room before they departed for the ceremony. "Sneaky little bitch." Serena laughed.

"Guess you will be able to get plenty of rest tonight." Darien half joked, noticing Mina's absence. He lingered a bit in Serena's room, possibly wondering if she would invite him to stay or if he should invite her to his room.

Both felt stiff in the other's presence, for the same reason, but unbeknownst to either of them.

It was Serena's soft, uncontrollable yawn that finally made Darien come to his senses. He couldn't cross the line with Serena and break his oath. There was still tomorrow for them to enjoy and then he could see what, if anything, would happen.

Darien closed the distance between them, leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Sleep well."

Serena, having already removed her heels, raised on tiptoe, and pressed a kiss to his throat. "Good night and sweet dreams." She replied.

He gave her his boyish grin and turned. He slowly made his way out of her room. Before he shut her door, he gave her one last look and one more sweet smile.

His smile is what gave Serena the encouragement she needed to help process her feelings. She would sleep tonight and figure everything out tomorrow. Her alone time with Darien would help her decide which direction she wanted to go in.

"It's fairly obvious, you know." Darien was startled when he heard Rei's voice behind him after quietly shutting Serena's door. Whatever it was she wanted to talk about, he didn't want to hear it right now.

"Good night, my darling sister." He tried as he walked away from Serena's door so she wouldn't hear Rei's whispers.

"This proves it." She indicated by pointing to the closed door that housed Serena. Rei was not going to bed until she said what she had to say. "Allowing her to stay here, in your house - how many hospital employees even know your address? The Darien I know doesn't do this. He beds the woman at her place or at a hotel and leaves her after the deed. The fact that you are tucking her in, making her comfortable, and not even taking her to your bed, says a lot."

"That she's just a friend, maybe?" He tried reasoning.

"No, that she's more than a friend, more than just a lay. That she's special to you." Rei moved her hands so they rested on her hips, readying herself for assertive action.

"You have no idea what you're talking about..." His sister's roundabout way of speaking was obvious to him, but he wasn't understanding why she was thinking this. He walked further down the hall until he would reach the living room, hopefully far enough away that they wouldn't disturb any of the house's occupants.

She followed him as she began her tirade. "So, you enjoy looking at her with dreamy eyes, you give her seductive smiles when she laughs, …" Rei started ticking items off with her fingers. With his back to her, Darien smiled thinking about Serena and how he was sure he did those things.

"...You dress in one of your expensive Armani suits, ..." She looked at his now disheveled outfit. He turned around then.

"All-" Darien tried to interject here, but she wouldn't let him. "All my suits are Armani, almost, and I always wear them. Not to mention, tonight was an award ceremony, where it is required to wear a suit…" But he knew this would get brushed over during her rant.

"Let me finish!" Rei said as she held her slender pointer finger up at him. He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly becoming interested in what she had to say. Darien didn't really have a choice. Rei was as stubborn as a mule.

She started ticking off again, "You openly display your interest in her, the two of you exchange soft touches, you were excited when you saw her, you spend most of your time with her, you involve her in all your activities, you-"

Okay, Darien had enough. "I'm sorry, which Lifetime movie were you watching? Because none of that happened between us…"

Rei was astonished at his denial. "Wow. She's even better than I imagined. You don't even know it."

"Rei, what the hell are you getting at?" Irritation was showing now. He was tired and drunk and a little ashamed of what he did with Carina. He was hoping sleep would wipe this away and give him a clean slate in the morning with a great day alone with Serena.

"Do I really need to spell this out to you?"

He rolled his eyes and began walking towards the kitchen. Rei was relentless.

"Darien, you don't date hospital employees – in fact, you don't even get to know them. You don't even use first names with male colleagues until months, even years, after knowing them, let alone females!"

He was beginning to see her point. He tried to save himself. "That's not true. What about Ami? And the nurses!" Albeit a terrible analogy.

"She doesn't count and you know it. She is like a sister. Besides, you've known her since we were kids. And, you can't help it with the nurses. That's the name they have to go by. If you went by their last names, then I would be bringing up this same conversation because that means you took the time to get to know them."

"Yeah... So, where are we going with this?" He hadn't even bothered to turn back around. He opened his fridge to pull out a bottle of water.

"Ugh! You're impossible! YOU ARE ...SMITTEN WITH HER!" She didn't care if she was being loud now. Her frustration was exemplified with how the smartest man she knew was acting like a complete dumbass.

"What?! How can you possibly jump to that conclusion based on first name usage?"

She shook her head in disbelief. "It's not only first name usage. It's also the eight other things I listed!" She was hitting the back of her right hand into her left palm to illustrate her point.

Darien was leaning against the counter, legs crossed at the ankles and sipping on his water. He only nodded his head at Rei. "He's just playing dumb." She hoped.

"Darien," She walked over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. "I just want you to think about this. And be careful. You don't have your oath for just any old reason. Don't get me wrong - I like her. She is doing great with dad, but just... just think about it. Okay?"

He nodded again. He knew exactly what Rei was talking about. He just didn't want to acknowledge it. Or have anyone else acknowledge it for that matter.

She gave him a kiss on his cheek. "Congratulations. I'm so proud of you. You deserved it." She walked away then, but added, "Good night. Love you."

Left to his thoughts, Darien didn't think he would get much sleep tonight.