Loveology Chapter 8: The Game, 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! This might be a boring chapter for those who aren't interested in American football. But there are little touches of love throughout the story =) And I give you a little sneak peek at Mina and Malachite! Sorry this took forever =( Like a year… not much time to work on it, but I do try to work on it a little at a time. I kind of rushed the end too, so I might edit that at some point. The next chapter will come soon, since it is almost done and will be much shorter. It's the chapter after that, that I think everyone will LOVE!

In each chapter, I always reference something to the Sailor Moon series. Call them Easter eggs if you like! Happy New Year! Here is to trying to get chapters out faster!

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!

Enjoy! =)

Loveology

Chapter 8: The Game

The smell of delicious bacon woke Darien up. His internal alarm clock that usually went off at five, failed him. Most likely due to the copious amount of liquor consumed the night before. And probably thoughts of the blonde goddess he hadn't been able to free his mind of since meeting her, had kept him from a restful night's sleep too. Groaning, he rolled over on his stomach, punching the pillow under his head to fluff it just right. He debated getting up.

'What time is it anyway?' He lifted his head and turned it towards his cable box that brightly lit the blue numbers that displayed the time. Twenty minutes after eight. 'Just ten more minutes…' he reasoned with himself and placed the pillow over his head.

He closed his eyes. The moment he did, images of Serena flooded him: of undressing her, seeing her completely naked, and picking her up and taking her to his bed. They invaded his head like an aphrodisiac, swirling their way through his body until it gripped him by the balls, leaving a hard-on that refused to go down. He gritted his teeth and swallowed hard after trying to adjust himself and position his erection somehow so it wasn't pressing so hard into the firmness of his Hästens mattress.

Turning back over, Darien gave up after recognizing the fruitlessness of his effort. He loathed getting out of bed, acknowledging how he would've been content to remain in bed if he hadn't been alone. But, the woman he wanted in his bed was in a room on the other side of the estate. Darien's body betrayed him again, making him groan as if in pain. Not even the aromatic effect of bacon could help him now. What he needed was a cold shower.

He immediately jumped out of bed and ran straight to the shower. Not even bothering to check the temperature like he usually would have, he hopped right in after only turning on the cold water valve. Darien let out a hiss and his body started shaking a little from standing under the spray of the ice-cold water beating down on his head and body. His lips had taken on a bluish hue and his teeth were chattering uncontrollably before he attempted to adjust the water temperature. He may have caught hypothermia, but at least his hard-on had gone down.

It was nine o'five by the time he was dressed and ready to face the day. He emerged from his bedroom and headed for the kitchen. Darien noticed Ami's retreating figure heading back to the general area of the room she was staying in. Serena was chatting with Mina at his island bar table when he approached the beautiful blondes. Mina stood up when she noticed Darien. Serena turned around after noticing Mina standing and looking beyond her. Her lips curled up when she saw the handsome figure that was Darien Shields.

"Good morning, ladies." Darien greeted as he headed straight for the food.

"Mor-ning!" Mina sang, "Thank you for letting me crash here today while y'all are out. Mal and I promise to behave!" She gave him a wink. He just chuckled, knowing Malachite so well.

"Have a great time today!" Mina said to Serena as she hugged and kissed the top of her braided head before sauntering her way towards Malachite's bedroom when he stayed over.

"Good morning, Darien." Serena returned when Mina left.

"How was the bed?" He asked as he grabbed a plate from the short pile of plates on his island next to the breakfast buffet that he was sure Lita had prepared. 'She must have worked up an enormous appetite the way her and Neph have been going at it…'

"The bed was wonderful, thank you." She started before taking a bite of her toast. "Though, I found myself tossing and turning for most of the night." She continued chewing but stared right at him when he looked directly at her after that comment. A smile spread over Darien's face like a ray of sunshine. Darien wanted to tell her that he'd done the same thing when he usually fell asleep within minutes of his head touching the pillow. Serena bit her lip and looked back at her plate when she knew Darien understood her comment.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience." He was piling one of everything Lita prepared on his plate and made sure to eat two pieces of bacon in the process of it all. Darien finished and made his way to the seat Mina occupied not even two minutes prior. The seat was still warm. Serena followed him with her eyes.

"Tell me," Darien began as he cut his ham to shove it and eggs into his starving mouth. "How do you think we could rectify that?" Serena moved her eyes from his lips to his beautiful blues before giving him her melodious laughter while bumping into him with her side. He could get used to this - mornings with Serena. Today was going to be a great day!

"Oh, do you have your ticket?" Darien asked before he opened the door, noticing her lack of clutch, purse, wallet, or whatever women were calling it these days.

She reached in her cleavage and produced said ticket. He watched mesmerized as she slowly put the ticket back in its coveted spot. He gulped.

"What about you?" She asked as she crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her breasts for his viewing pleasure. He grinned at her tactics. Darien pulled the collar of his Jersey out so he could look down at his chest.

"Nope, not there." She laughed jovially at his imitation of her. He tapped his pockets before he stuck his hands in his pocket and then revealed his ticket. He handed it to her and suggested, "Maybe it should be held safe with yours?"

Her smile brightened, more than he ever thought possible. He watched, mesmerized again, at her ability to squeeze the long object perfectly between her pert breasts. She cupped her breasts and pushed them together for emphasis, "Perfectly safe."

His closed his eyes as he exhaled, then opened them to look into hers. "Thank you. I appreciate that." She smirked at him in return.

When Darien opened the door that led to his garage and stepped aside to let Serena cross the threshold first, he heard her swear.

"Damn, Darien, are all of these really needed?" He smirked at her question. She was indicating his stash of cars.

"This is only a six car garage and if you look all the way to the right," he outstretched his arm to point in that direction, "That truck is yours." Sure enough, Darien had backed her Tahoe into that space. A flush of heat crossed her cheeks and a small smile spread as she thought about what it would be like to make a home here with him.

"The 'Prancing Horse' 512M and the Porsche 962 LM are what I 'show off' with." He air-quoted the words. "I hardly drive them now though." He gave her a wink. "The 1990 Alfa Romeo SZ I drive occasionally. The Bimota Tesi 1D and Tesla Roadster I switch up and drive often."

Her eyebrows knitted together. "'Prancing Horse'...? Oh! You mean Ferrari because of the logo."

Darien just nodded his head. "So which one would you like to choose today?"

She walked along all of the cars, trying to decide. Darien smirked. "I would love to see you in all of them," He roamed her figure with his eyes. Her outfit was simple, but sexy as hell. She had on a white halter top, with a low cut, navy braided collar. A Dallas star marked in her left hip area. The back was laced up with navy ribbon and tied in a perfect bow just above her round ass. Her shorts were appropriately short and had navy ribbon hemlines. Even her sneakers matched - white with navy laces. A smile adorned her face as she acknowledged his approval of her team attire.

"But I was thinking of choosing the Tesla today, because it's such a beautiful day and we can enjoy it with the top down." She may have noticed his eyebrows twitch a bit after his sly innuendo.

"Perfect. I like taking all my clothes off when it's hot." He about tripped on his footing when she revealed that little detail. She opened the passenger side door of the Tesla, climbing in as she laughed her gorgeous laugh at his inability to function.

The leather seats were cool to the touch from being stored inside the garage. Her leather seats were always warm as her truck was always parked outside. It was a very luxurious feel on her smooth legs and opened back.

Darien couldn't allow himself to continue in that line of talk, so he changed the subject. "Is that a Nelly reference because it's lady's choice for what music we listen to." Serena was slightly disappointed that he didn't prod her more, but shrugged it off.

"Yeah, but I listen to all genres."

"Do you have a favorite?" He had begun seeking a channel through the SiriusXM list after he started the car up.

"Hmm…" she had to think a minute. "Not really. I probably like at least one song for every genre, but I guess my favorite genre would be… Country? Since it has a lot of love songs. No wait, Pop has a lot of songs I can relate to. But, Alternative is what I always go to when I can't find anything good on the radio. Although... I do like anything Metallica, so maybe rock? I love dancing to Techno and Hip Hop at clubs…"

He just listened at her indecisiveness and began chuckling when she genuinely couldn't pick a favorite.

She laughed as she huffed. "And I suppose you could pick a favorite?"

"Yes."

"Well?"

"Stripper music. And anything Akon sings."

Her mouth dropped. "Seriously?"

He paused for dramatic effect before he turned his head towards hers, his blue eyes shining with mirth. "I'm kidding, Serena."

An audible sigh escaped her lips. She put on her seatbelt, waiting for him to do the same. After landing on a channel with top hits from the 90's, he finally answered truthfully, "I love Classical."

"Oh, I love 'Canon in D' by Pachelbel!" She supplied gleefully, excited that she could recall a song from that genre.

"Strings or piano?"

"Definitely strings!"

"I concur. Technically Pachelbel is considered Baroque music because of his era, but Classical is what most people term all types of instrumental music."

"Baroque? I've never heard of that."

"Some people haven't. Baroque predates Classical. Baroque is roughly from the 1600s to the 1750s and Classical is from the 1750s to the 1850s. Pachelbel lived in the 1600s."

"Ohh. Wow, I never knew that!" Darien smiled. He pushed his CD button and skipped to the fifth CD in his player and then to the third song. Pachelbel's Canon in D, the strings version, began to play in the car's surround system.

"You must love music." Serena observed with his subscription to XM, custom CD player, and audio system.

"I do." He gave her a wink before he opened the garage door to reverse out. They both quieted, enjoying the beautiful sounds of Pachelbel's melody.

After telling Mina about his hilarious game of pool with his buddies and how he surprisingly won on pure luck alone, the ever competitive side of Mina couldn't resist to challenge him in a game. So here they were, in Darien's game room, setting up for a game of billiards.

Mina scoped out the pool cues, rolling each across the baize-covered quarried slate of the pool table, determining the straightest one. Her actions reminded him of a professional champion, something that he wasn't panicked about because he had a glorious idea.

All the cues were straight, not surprising her in the least since everything about Darien Shields screamed sophistication. She just picked one and started chalking the tip of her cue.

"What if we make a little wager?" Malachite suggested as he grabbed a pool stick.

Her interest was piqued. "What do you have in mind?"

"I propose a game of strip pool." Her eyebrows shot up and she momentarily stopped chalking. "For every ball you miss, I'll remove an article of your clothing. The same rule applies to me." He made his way to her, gently removing the chalk from her hands to apply it to the tip of his cue.

She bit her lip, moving closer to him with the pool cue squished between her breasts. His eyes followed her movements, allowing her to tease him. "I'm looking forward to seeing you butt-naked." Mina stated before she sauntered herself away from him.

Mal smirked as she moved into position, creating a closed bridge with her index finger. "If it's okay with you, I'd like to break the rack?" He gave her his permission with a wave of his arm. Winking, he beckoned her. "Come, sweetheart. Let me see what you're hiding under that dress."

It was ten minutes after ten when they left Orlando for Tampa. It was a one o'clock game, so they had plenty of time to get there and find their seats.

After some light traffic, they made it to the highway, cruising comfortably at 80 MPH. Highway patrol officers didn't care if he had police club or sheriff decals on his cars. They would still pull him over for speeding. He also didn't want to scare Serena during her first time driving with him for his excessive speeding habits.

"If feels strange being so close to the road. Almost like I would be squashed by any big truck or SUV."

"Driving a Tahoe will do that to you." He smiled at her, reflecting herself back to her through his black Ralph Lauren sunglasses.

"Let's play 20 questions." Serena offered. She really wanted to get to know him better. "But with a twist. No 'yes or no' answers or single word answers."

"Okay, but I would like to add, whatever I ask you, is also asked of me, and vice versa. Sound fair?"

"Yeah, all right. So then 10 questions each since we will also be answering each other's?"

He nodded as he thought about it, checking the side mirror to change lanes. "Yes. You ask first."

"Who was your first? First girlfriend, love, or sex partner. And nothing before middle school counts."

"Jumping right in, I see."

She laughed. "Yep!" She confirmed with confidence, hitting her right fist to her left hand.

He laughed at her actions. "Contrary to popular belief, I didn't have any interests in girls before high school."

With a deadpan look, she responded, "...of course, you didn't..."

"Really. First girlfriend was Annalise, who also happened to be my first love and sex partner." Darien looked at her for a second before turning back, adding, "Tenth grade in her car after a pep rally." He adjusted his cruise control again after having to break behind a semi. I-4 was such a dangerous highway with all the construction that was constantly happening to it.

Serena nodded. Interesting fact, she thought. She briefly wondered what came of their relationship before she decided she didn't want to know. Not now anyway. "You've actually met mine already - Bryson." Her hand tried to tuck back a stray strand of hair that escaped her braid from the blowing wind. "First everything for me too. Hmm, I was a senior though and he already graduated and it was at a hotel room after the Homecoming dance."

Darien thought about the man she spoke of. He seemed polite and decent-looking enough, he guessed. Again, Darien did not feel intimidated by the man. Narcissism wasn't in Darien's nature. Maybe jealous was a more accurate word for his take on said man. Jealous how the man still seemed to be a part of her life. He couldn't change things now. Everyone has a past. He could only think about adding himself to her future. Then he asked, "Favorite flower?"

Serena immediately answered with, "Moonflower, the Evening Fragrance preferably because of its pure white color. It is so beautiful when it blooms!"

He nodded in agreeance. "They are beautiful. And deadly. And can be borderline invasive."

Darien looked at her when she replied haughtily, "Just like me."

"Should I be worried?" Darien asked with a laugh. "No, but they are very romantic, showing their best qualities at night…"

She laughed and replied again, "Just like me."

He laughed too and gave his answer, "Similar to my favorite, the red rose. Classically romantic."

She looked at him, observing his features, trying to better understand this gorgeous creature that was Dr. Shields "...One of the most beautiful... and highly sought after…" Serena thought of the flower and of Darien.

Darien stopped to look at her and she quickly turned her head to face forward, suddenly embarrassed by what she just said. Like she hadn't said more embarrassing - naughty - things earlier?

His belly began to flutter at her words. "It indicates a declaration of love, passionate affection… The red rose is a symbol of love and beauty... I may talk and act like a playboy now, but I am faithful and very loyal when I make a commitment to someone I care about." Darien looked at her again and she turned to him at his words. He couldn't look at her long because he had to focus on the road, but she only stared at him, filing his words away for later.

"I can show my thorns, if need be, however. To protect myself…"

Serena wondered what he meant by that. 'Did someone do something to him? Maybe his first love or someone more recent? Is that why he remains distant from me when I try so hard to be near him?' She needed to move away from the topic. How flowers could lead to such emotional confessions was beyond her.

"Would you rather have endless money or endless love?"

They started slowing down a bit. They soon realized why: a state trooper merged onto the highway. No one wanted to pass him - afraid he would pull them over for speeding. He adjusted his cruise control again and thought about her question.

"I'm going to go with the more romantic answer here and say love."

"No need to say that on my account. I won't think any less of you." She giggled. "Is that your final answer?"

"I would say yes, my final answer. I already have money. Maybe not endless, but plenty of it. I don't have love. I want somebody to love." This time he did not look at her. He could feel her eyes on him still though.

Maybe she didn't move away from the topic far enough. Still looking at him, she answered, "I would also choose love. Money may make the world go round, but it doesn't buy happiness. I would rather be poor and in love than rich and without love."

He nodded again as he changed lanes to pass a slower moving vehicle. When they were safely back in the middle lane, he asked,"Favorite gem?"

"Gem? As in diamonds or pearls?"

"Yes." He replied simply.

"Moonstone." Serena held her hands up, explaining, "I know, I know, you'd think I was from the moon or something with how much I love anything with 'moon' in it, but it genuinely is my favorite."

He smiled. "I believe you. You actually remind me a lot of the Greek's lunar deity, Selene."

A little taken back, she questioned, "I do?"

"Yes. Your ethereal beauty, your spirit-like charisma, ...your warm and dreamlike nature, and your silver-looking tresses in the moonlight… It's almost as if you are the personification of the moon itself."

Her breath sucked in at his honest depiction and her eyelids fluttered quickly behind her sunglasses. "Th-hank you." She stammered with flamed cheeks. "That's the tender-most, cherishable comment I have ever been given."

"I mean it."

Serena pulled lightly at her seat belt so she could lift herself up and over to him to place a soft, but longing kiss on his cheek. His cheeks lifted under her lips as he smiled at her gesture of thanks.

A soft sigh escaped him. He felt so content with this woman. What was it about her that made him lose all reason? After a few more silent moments, he gave her his answer.

"My favorite gem would be the lapis lazuli. It was once thought to be reminiscent of the stars in the midnight sky, and it's blue radiance was used to create the beautiful ocean and vibrant sky blues in different arts."

"Just like your eyes." She whispered as she thought of the deep blue shades of his breathtaking eyes. Darien couldn't hear her over the humming on the engine, roar of the wind, and the bumpy road grooves.

Serena needed to try to move away from the topics of anything that would further attract her to this man. Something she knew was a high probability no matter what. She wanted - no, needed - to know all she could about him.

"What made you go into the medical field?" Serena asked, thinking of her answer in return and trying her damndest to not focus on how much she yearned to have this man in more ways than one.

Darien wanted to reveal all his secrets to Serena… just maybe now wasn't the time. Maybe. Or he could just steer the questioning back again to the topics that would expose him. Make him feel free of his proverbial chains. In the meantime, he thought about the answer to her question.

"In middle school, for career day, a physician spoke to the entire student body. He explained why he chose his career path and why he enjoyed it so much. His inspiration had something to do with his younger brother's premature birth. Art, short for Arthur, I think, explained the adversity his brother had to overcome and his resiliency to do so. Their family had to see so many different doctors because there really weren't many physicians who specialized in any one category. Back then, everyone seemed to be a general practitioner, he said, and none could really explain to his family what needed to be done in regards to his brother's ailing conditions."

Serena nodded, understanding completely. Her uncle had been premature and her father used to speak of it often during her youth. It was one of the many reasons she too went into healthcare.

"Then, in high school, for Key Club, we toured a children's hospital on the neurosurgeon floor and I became hooked. I love children and I would love to help them, but I would probably quit if a child died because I made a slight mistake during surgery. I'm not saying I feel nothing for adults, I just don't feel the added weight that I would with a child. Does that make sense?" He asked, hoping she would be understanding.

Serena nodded and agreed. "I feel the same, actually. I get pretty attached to my patients as it is already. I couldn't possibly imagine having a child as a patient. I would be devastated with any negative outcome."

"What about you? Why did you choose to be a cardiologist?"

"Well, when I was thirteen, my grandfather on my mother's side passed. He died of heart disease. My family was grief-stricken. They felt as though the hospital and physicians who were treating him, didn't do all they could. And maybe that was true, I was too young to really comprehend medical protocol, but maybe it was due to lack of technological advancement. Either way, I was determined to save all the grandpas and other family members I could out there." She ended her answer with a soft smile.

He turned his head to her and reached for her hand that was resting on her thigh. He gave it a loving squeeze.

"I'm sure my future children will thank you for saving their grandpa."

Serena gave him an awestruck expression as she squeezed his hand back. Her heart was fluttering. She knew it was due to the strong emotions and affection she felt for this charming soul.

"You want to have kids? How many?" Nervousness clutched her heart as she waited with bated breath for his answer.

Darien squeezed her hand. "As many as my future wife would like to have."

Serena exhaled slowly, charming him with her smile. "That's wonderful. I would love to have a big family."

He allowed her to keep holding his hand. She had her body turned to him in her seat, resting her head on the headrest while she watched him drive. His head would move to check the rearview mirror and then the side mirrors occasionally. He kept his left hand at the seven o'clock position on the steering wheel, turning it slightly every now and then. She wondered what he would do if he needed to flick the turn signal on? Would he let go of her hand?

His covered eyes caught hers observing him. She must have been in deep thought because it seemed like she hadn't heard his next question. Eventually her sunglasses-clad eyes met his and she smiled at being caught.

"Did you hear me?"

"Hear what?" She asked perplexed.

He laughed, knowing she didn't.

"What did you say?"

"I asked what your favorite color was."

"You did? I'm sorry. I must have spaced out! Umm, my favorite color is navy blue."

"Navy?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I shouldn't have assumed."

"Assumed what?"

"Girls would like 'girly' colors. Like pink, purple, pastels - I don't know."

"You know what they say about assuming…"

"It makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me.' I know, I know."

"But not 'me,' per se, because I didn't assume anything!" Then she made the sound that he loved, her laughter. He just shook his head.

"I'm not like other girls..."

'Don't I know that…'

"...I'm a to-"

"Wait, you don't like navy because of the Cowboys, do you?" He interrupted, just coming to that assumption.

"Are you assuming again?" She answered his question with a question.

He laughed now. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry."

"It's funny because my favorite shape is a star too, but I promise it's not because of the Cowboys either!"

Joking, he responded, "You mean your favorite shape isn't a crescent moon? Or circle?"

It took her a second to register his joke. She used the hand she was holding his with to backhand him in the shoulder. "Har har, very funny!"

He gave her thigh a squeeze before he moved it back to the steering wheel.

"Ahh!"

"What?" He asked concerned.

"That tickled!"

His smile exposed his thoughts. "Oh? Did it now?"

"Don't get any ideas! I will hurt you!"

Darien used his knees to hold the steering wheel while he put his hands up in surrender.

"Where are you ticklish at?" She demanded with amusement.

"Are you asking another of your questions before I answer with my favorite color?"

She gave a 'hmph' in vexation as she crossed her arms over her chest and turned correctly in her seat.

"Aww, babe, I'm only kidding." He offered at her crossness.

A raspberry was blown his way in response.

"I like green and I am ticklish on the bottom of my feet!" Darien offered as a truce. He knew she wasn't really mad at him, but he much preferred her googly-eyes on him than her slitted ones, even if he couldn't see her bright blue eyes behind her big, round sunglasses.

"Thank you." She said before she smiled brightly and turned back to face him.

His laughter was heard and her heart started fluttering again.

"My turn again?" Darien asked her. Serena thought for a moment, using her fingers to tick off an imaginary list.

"Yes. What number are we on?"

Now it was Darien's turn to stop and think. "Uh, six? No, seven, or really eight! Ticklish and kid question, remember?"

"Whaaat?! We are counting those?"

"Why not?"

"Because I can think of other questions to ask instead!"

"Then you wouldn't have found out my ticklish spot and future children plans."

Serena lifted her sunglasses to show him how her eyes were narrowed on him. He found himself laughing more around her than he had ever. With anyone. It felt just right too.

"What's your favorite food?"

She eyed him suspiciously, sunglasses raised again. "Is that a trick question?"

"What? Trick? No, why?" Darien was confused.

"I won't hold it against you since you don't know me that well… yet! But...I LOVE food! All types! Japanese, Italian, Mexican, Indian… there is absolutely no way I could ever choose a favorite!" He could have sworn he saw hearts popping out of her eyes. She was either indecisive or really liked a variety. Would that be a good thing or bad thing?

"What would your favorite be?" She asked of him.

"Seafood."

"Seafood?"

"Yes. I like it all. Wild seafood and paired with sea vegetables, like norimaki sushi, is my absolute favorite."

They both began to salivate. "I think my stomach just growled. That sounds so delicious!"

"Should we get something to eat before we get there or when we get there? There are restaurants around the stadium and some at the stadium."

"Umm, we can wait until we get there. No big deal."

"Okay." He paused as he switched lanes again. "Two more questions to go. One for you and one for me." He surmised.

Serena tried to think of a silly one. "What's one secret you are still keeping from your mom?"

Darien swerved the car just a fraction at her question. 'This is the perfect opportunity to tell her my secret… Get it out in the open.'

"Can you maybe answer first? I need to think about that answer." He chickened out. Seriously, Shields? He was at war with himself. On one hand, if he said anything, he could jeopardize his whole career, his lifelong dream of helping others. But with that, he could possibly fill a void he's had for as long as he could remember and be the happiest he has ever been. Her love, would undoubtedly be the cure to his self-proclaimed curse. The complete opposite on the other hand…

"Sure. Let's see…" She tapped her chin, pulling memories she could reveal. "There are quite a few really… I hope you don't think us horrible daughters!" She eeked.

"Never!" He confessed with a smirk.

"There was that time when Mina turned 16 and we borrowed our mom's car…"

Darien glanced her way, urging her to continue.

"We went to a party and stayed up all night. We left super early so we could be back home before our dad left for work at six…"

"Go on…"

"It was a long distance back home and we were so exhausted… " He could tell she felt bad about whatever it was she was trying to say.

"Mina was driving and I was passed out in the passenger seat… the next thing I know, we hit a tree head-on coming off the ramp of the highway. We told the cops and our parents that it was because a deer pranced out in front of us, but it was really because Mina had dozed off. My parents were so worried about us that they quickly forgave us for being out all night. The believed us too and it was never mentioned again."

"Were you both okay?"

"Yeah, we were fine. I guess due to us both being asleep, our muscles never tensed up, not causing any strain, and she was breaking so much because of the ramp, that we didn't hit the tree too hard. Hard enough to deploy the airbags and total the car though."

He shook his head at her story. "I am glad you both are okay. Neither of you do crazy things like that anymore, right?"

"No, sir!" A flash of the other night came to light when she allowed Bryson and Nolan to drive them both home after drinking. She quickly cleared her mind of that memory. How terrible of them and their inability for good judgement and decision-making process in their inebriated state.

She stayed quiet after that, reminiscing, all the while allowing him to think about his answer.

It was several minutes before he started to answer her. Serena almost forgot she asked a question.

"My career means a lot to me - I am utterly and irrevocably dedicated to helping my patients. It almost means everything to me." He turned to her, hoping she would catch on. She was simply nodding, waiting for more.

"My mother understands this more than anybody, I believe. She has pushed me and challenged me my whole life and is responsible for the physician I am today. I am completely grateful, don't get me wrong. But… It's just… I almost feel as though... she would be ...crushed if I ever did anything to jeopardize that."

Serena was listening intently. Nodding when necessary to show she was understanding. Her eyebrows furrowed. She was wondering what their relationship was like. They seemed like a happy family. A little tense at times, but nothing typical families didn't experience from time to time.

"Are you worried she would be angry with you...?" Serena was still pondering what he said, a little confused. She gasped, "Are you planning on leaving healthcare?" Flabbergasted, she was, with wide eyes and dropped jaw. Suddenly, she felt sad, thinking about never seeing him around the hospital… or ever again if she couldn't get things to ...happen… between them.

Her worry warmed his heart. "No, I don't want to leave healthcare." He assured her and watched how she visibly relaxed. How could he explain this? Should he explain this?

"I just don't want to disappoint her if I ever break a promise to her. I feel she would be devastated and even though I wouldn't want to bring her to feel that way, I also don't want to hold myself back… from being happy."

Serena reached for his hand then. He moved it from the steering wheel to allow her to hold it. "Aww, Dare, I don't think your mother would ever blame you for wanting to be happy. Mothers want their children to be happy. It's their life's mission." A smile as radiant as the brightest star crossed her features as she squeezed his hand with assurance.

He couldn't help but return her smile, even though he wasn't sure. He knew his mother would want him to be happy and she would be happy for him… All he could think about was if she ever resented Serena or him if he decided to break his oath and settle down with someone who could change his career path, even if it was a slight change… and maybe slow it down more than his mother would hope.

Darien wanted to slap himself for not revealing his true concern. Serena seemed satisfied with his answer, even though he didn't necessary answer it. He just sighed in frustration and exacerbation.

The wager he came up with didn't last long. Once Mina took the break shot, she pocketed a ball and began a 'push out.' It was evident really quickly how good at pool Mina was. She actually had to stop herself, her competitive self, from winning the whole game or poor Malachite's idea of a seductive game was never gonna happen. Intentionally, she missed her last shot. Malachite seemed to be sulking before her heard her say, "Damn, I missed."

His head shot up from where it had been resting on his hands, over the cue tip. He smiled wickedly at her as he approached her.

"Hmm, where should I start? Which item of clothing should I remove first?"

Mina was wearing a light, flowing dress. It was the obvious choice and he would be left with a gratifying sight. Just when she thought he would select the dress, his choice threw her off in expectation and off her game. Malachite had crouched down in front of her, beginning to bunch her dress up as he made his way antigonzingly slow up her delicious body. She quivered at his soft approach and couldn't help a moan escape her parted lips. Once he made it to her waist, he hooked his fingers in her panties. He looked up at her as her head fell back down to question his choice. He gave a wolfish grin as he slowly pulled the silk material down her thighs. She dropped the pool stick she was holding and grabbed his head, bunching his hair up wherever she could manage. He was torturing her with his closeness and the possibilities of what could happen next. She stepped out of them once they reached the floor.

Malachite had already abandoned her, picking up his cue stick to lace between his fingers as he gripped the vulcanized rubber cushioned rim. Realization came not too soon as she watched Malachite sink ball after ball in. He was playing her now! Well, she wasn't going to let him win! No chance in hell! He manipulated her into thinking he was sulking, bored, and an amature! Mina would show him how two could play at this game and that she was far superior when it came to seduction!

Mina made sure to stand across the pool table on the complete opposite side of Malachite. She would place her breasts on the rim, showing cleavage, trying to distract him. At first she thought it was working. He straightened back up and made his way over to her. She turned so that she was pressed against him. He reached around her waist and grabbed the chalk. He chalked up his tip as he smirked at her. She licked her lips, trying to distract him. He simply put the chalk back and went right to his former position to shoot. She huffed and stomped her foot in frustration. Then she tried sitting on the corner of the pool table, stretching her closed legs along the rim. He still didn't falter. 'Damn, he's resilient.'

After hordes of traffic, due to the game, they finally made it to the Raymond James Stadium, and more importantly, found a parking lot to park in. Darien met Serena on her side, where he grabbed her hand to keep them from getting separated in the massive crowd of fans.

Serena was very excited, as it was her first time ever going to a game. They looked around as they made their way into the stadium. There were tons of fans - many were tailgating, watching the pregame with their built-in TVs on the back of their eight-foot beds and grilling delicious smelling foods. Her stomach began to growl. She held her stomach as they walked past a group of mixed Tampa Bay and Dallas fans. They cheered them on, commenting something about "a house divided" and "wonder what the loser's punishment is, if you could call it that with how perfect they look together." Darien just smirked at the comment and pulled Serena closer to him.

Bypassing the long line with security because of their lack of bags, they quickly made their way through the metal detectors and ticket scanners, and up the ramp that led to their designated section. Once their section was found, Darien asked Serena if she was hungry. She nodded her head and they made their way to the food court. They were both in the mood for an American Football Cuisine of hot dogs, hamburgers, wings, french fries, and soda.

With full tummies, giant water bottles and Gatorades, Serena and Darien made their way to their amazing seats at the 50-yard line, second row from the field.

"Wow! These seats are awesome!" Serena gleamed.

"Very impressive for these being raffle-ticket winning seats." She nodded in agreement.

Serena was in awe. Not only could she see everything up close - mainly the players - but she noticed they were on the visitor's side, where the Cowboys sat! Her favorite player, Jason Witten, was literally a few dozen feet in front of her, participating with the team in warm-ups!

Ecstatically, Serena beamed, "On the visitors side too, Darien!"

"That explains them being used in a raffle...oof!" He let out after Serena elbowed him in the stomach. Darien smiled at her reaction to his joke.

"Not funny!" She said as she laughed anyway.

Darien couldn't help but notice how excited she was. "Have you ever been to a game before?"

She shook her head before she answered. "No. Even though it's my favorite sport. I've been to other sports games. You?"

"Yes, a few times. All three Florida Stadiums."

She took out her phone and began taking pictures of everything so she could document this day and never forget what a memorable experience she was lucky to share with Darien.

"Who's your favorite player?"

She looked around before she found him and pointed him out. "Jason Witten! Number 82. I would have worn his jersey, but I worried it would be too hot!"

He nodded his head in agreement and smiled, secretly glad she chose the outfit she wore. He already noticed everyone else appreciating her attire as well. It made him want to wrap his arm around her, despite the heat, and keep her close to him so everyone would know she was taken and off limits.

"Let's take a picture together to send to Ami!" She snapped a few photos of her and Darien together in the seats to send to Ami with another BIG 'thank you.' Then she turned and asked a fellow Cowboys fan if they would mind taking their photo so that they had the field and players in the background. The fan was more than happy to comply as she took different shots of the two of them together. They both thanked the lady as they looked at the photos she took.

"You have to send that one to me!" Darien cajoled, adding, "We look like a real couple…" He tried to whisper the last part, but purposely failed in doing so, wanting her to hear him, subconsciously maybe?

"Oh…?" Serena looked at the photo after she sent it to him via text. It was a great picture of them and they looked so happy together. Sitting on the rail with Darien's arm wrapped around her waist, Serena having one arm draped around his neck, holding him close. Both had the biggest smiles, expressing their true feelings.

Darien made it his profile pic, tagging Serena and capturing it, "Game Day - Pride and Passion," giving a little without revealing anything completely, yet to those who knew him, would understand his meaning immediately. He thought of using, "drive, desire, destiny," but that just seemed too forthcoming - too exposing, and too presumptuous.

Commentators of ESPN, along with camera men from the NFL Network and Fox Sports were everywhere and interviews were taking place with owners and players. It all seemed too surreal to Serena. Fans from both sides were mixed and happy, chatting with each other. No doubt the conversation would change after a few beers and scoreboard changes.

Darien pointed to the north end, "There is the pirate ship that we can tour later, if you want. It shoots a 'cannon' when the Bucs enter the red zone."

Serena's eyes lit up and she squealed, but she didn't say anything.

The players had left the field and people holding t-shirt cannons began exciting the crowd. Serena nor Darien were lucky enough to catch one, but it hyped them up more for the game just watching others catch some t-shirts and fight over who would get the shirt.

Soon after, the Tampa Bay cheerleaders began lining up at the opening to the player's entrance. Flag bearers emerged behind them, running across the field, readying to welcome the teams back. Dallas emerged first and Serena hollered and cheered. When Tampa came out, cheers erupted and the fans went crazy.

After the football players settled into their respective sections, military men marched around the field as people brought out a big Bucs flag followed by a huge American flag. Volunteers lined up on the sidelines, waving the flag. The Blue Angels flew overhead at the same time. A moment of silence was given for fallen soldiers and the National Anthem was sung. Everyone was standing, holding their hands over their hearts, with their hats removed.

When the military men marched off the field, the referees called the captains of both teams to meet in the middle of the field for the coin toss. Tampa won and chose to receive the ball first. The cheerleaders had to switch sides and waved to the crowds as they passed. They were all beautiful and perfect to Serena.

One pointed right at Darien as she walked passed, eagerly shaking her pom poms at him. It was actually Serena who had to point the woman out. Darien was too busy watching Serena's expressions which were an array of joy and excitement. He smiled politely and gave a wave to the cheerleader in return when he finally noticed her. Serena looked his way and before she could ask or say anything, he explained that she was indeed an old fling. He promised Serena that she was in his past and he had no intention of revisiting that time. Serena nodded, but felt the need to tell him it was okay and he wasn't obligated to explain anything to her. He simply smirked, knowing that she wanted to know regardless, as he would have wanted to know.

"Of course, we would see one of his old girlfriends here. One of his beautiful ex-girlfriends." Serena muttered under her breath, slightly annoyed. She had no doubt they could go to Antarctica and he would find a woman he knew there. She hated to feel jealous, but she couldn't help it. She really liked Darien and wanted to be his. Darien noticed her stiffness and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to him. He brought her hand to his lips, lingering a kiss there, keeping his eyes focused on hers. She blushed but it made her feel better about who he was thinking about at that moment. Her mind quickly went back to the game as the players lined up in formation and thus the opening kick-off.

After a few minutes of play, a Tampa Bay player was hurt on the field, creating a media break and cueing commercials to commence for viewers watching the game at home. Other players dropped to one knee, a sign of respect for the fallen player. Soon it was revealed the player was able to walk off the field, but still being helped by the athletic trainers as they discussed his injury. The crowd cheered that he was okay.

It finally happened. Malachite missed a shot. He gave Mina a smile as she assessed what she wanted to remove from him. She wanted to continue playing this cat and mouse game, but she didn't think she could hold out much longer. Maybe she wasn't the seductress she thought she was.

Mina decided to remove his shirt. She would lift a little of his shirt and give a kiss or a lick of her tongue each time she went higher. Once she made it to his neck, she placed the hole so it sat over his head, having his arms still locked in his shirt. Her hands traced every contour of his chiseled chest, back, and arms, following with more kisses and licks. When she finally had enough, she moved to his lips. She pecked them, licked them, forcing them to open slightly. Then she grabbed his bottom lip with her teeth, pulling it in to suck on it softly.

Malachite's resolve had already started to crumble when Mina did her little seduction tactics, but his resolve was deteriorating now. He could no longer hold her advances. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted another woman in his life and he was no longer going to deny what each other wanted.

Malachite deepened the kiss, his tongue finding its way into her mouth. He grabbed her, pressing her to him so tight, her breasts flattened against his chest.

"Is this what you want? Right here, right now?" He asked breathless, as his desire for her pressed intimately against the thin material hiding her smooth belly.

She whimpered a 'yes' at first, causing him to ask for clarification. He wanted to hear her say it.

"God, yes, please. More than anything, I want you."

Needing no further prompting, he grabbed her by the ass and sat her on the pool table. Her hands were everywhere on him and all at once. After fully removing his shirt, he hiked her dress over her head, kissing her hard as he attempted to unhook her bra. She was pulling at his pants with her feet, shoving them off of him. He smirked in their kiss at her ability to do that.

Once she was free of her confinement, he sought out each breast with his mouth and tongue as he rubbed the other nipple softly with the pads of his fingertips. Her head fell back at his expert touch, arching her chest for better access.

His descent of her body had him wanting her more with each moan he elicited from her. She was so sweet and tasty. An addiction he never thought he would get tired of.

She breathed in his body's natural scent mingling with his cologne. Everything about Malachite seeped into her, making them one without him being inside of her.

He needed more. She needed more. They both couldn't take this foreplay anymore. He lined himself up with her opening. Malachite forced himself to go slowly. Mina was having none of it. She used her hands to push herself off the pool table and onto him, going deeper. This action cause him to stumble back, but he found his balance to move her against the wall.

His own groan echoed hers as he felt her body opening, stretching to accommodate the length and girth of his blood-engorged penis. Mina began grinding, rubbing, swirling, doing anything and everything she possibly could to satiate her need of him. Malachite moved with her in perfect rhythm.

"You are more than I could've ever imagined." His voice was filled with awe. He had slept with so many women, so he couldn't even remember their names, but for a reason he was unable to fathom, he wanted Mina to be the last woman in his life. He wanted what his other friend's had - a special woman with whom they planned a future with that included marriage and children.

She stopped then, looking into the depths of his eyes, finding truth in his words. She smiled sweetly at him and she kissed him with all the passion she could muster.

They'd lingered in that room, making slow, passionate love. When it ended he'd known their relationship had changed. He held her as they laid on one of the sofas, waiting for her respiration to return to normal. A nap would likely happen from all the energy the expelled. When they'd awake, he would want to feed her, take her to his place where they could continue to get to know each other and learn all the intimate details of one another.

Serena was so excited, grabbing Darien's hand and squeezing as she pointed out certain things. Some players were stretching on the sidelines, some working out a game plan with the QB. There was a balloon on the field, causing the refs to chase after it before the game could start again.

Players on the field would huddle, planning their next plays. The players on the bench and sidelines would take a drink break with the giant orange Gatorade cooler, crushing their paper cups after drinking its contents. Some would pour the iced cold water over their heads. Others had towels to wipe their sweat.

They then heard the signature firing of the cannons from the pirate ship in the north end zone of the stadium - a warning shot to mark the Bucs entering the red zone. Serena jumped excitedly, hearing the sound and Darien looked on to see if the Bucs would make another touchdown.

The stadium was crowded with rowdy fans, whooping and hollering whenever anything happened in the buccaneers favor and cursing vehemently when it was the opposite. Both of them were loving every minute of it, and more so with each other as their companions. It turned out that the Bucs did score, causing for louder people and more ruckus.

It was the end of the second quarter and the players began to leave the field to head into the lockers for halftime. Dallas was leading in points and it showed with the player's happiness.

Some players trickled out slowly, congratulating others on a good first half. On his way out, Jason Witten threw his gloves out into the crowd. A dad caught them and gave it to his son, who jumped for joy. His dad hoisted him up so he could see Jason and thank him. Jason gave him a smile and a wave in return before running in after his team.

It was hot. Ridiculously so with sweat-producing temperatures. It was a good thing Darien was in black flip flops, red polyester shorts that conveniently matched the Tampa Bay colors, and a white Tampa jersey, regardless of it being a home game. Serena had a Dallas sunvisor on, helping keep the sweat off her face. They were probably two giant water bottles in before the game even began again.

"It's a good thing I like football and you." Serena admitted over the loud crowd noise. The teams were coming back out for the third quarter. "This sweltering heat is not something one would like to experience on a first date."

"First date?" A goofy grin graced his perfect lips.

Ignoring his play on her words, she continued. "Otherwise I would be embarrassed with the amount of sweat I am producing and the body odor I may emit after a while."

"I have no problem with a hot and sweaty… glistening body…"

She smirked as she brought another water bottle to her lips. Darien watched and then added, "Try cooling off by pouring a little water on yourself…" He almost said it like he didn't think she would do it. Ever so slowly, she removed the bottle from her lips and starting pouring a little all over her chest. Darien thought his eyes would pop out of his head. Serena's white shirt was becoming transparent, revealing her white lace bra underneath.

"Oh, you're right. I feel cooler already." She said while smirking. He bit his lip and swore to no one in particular. Serena was loving what she was doing to him. 'He asked for it!' She thought smugly.

Darien hollard out, "Water! More water, please!" As he looked around for the vender.

Serena laughed, nudging him, telling him to stop playing.

A fight in the stands distracted them. It was a couple rows over from them. They missed what happened, but judging by the nose bleed and people holding the fighters back, someone threw a fist. As security whisked both of the violent individuals from the stands, stadium message boards displayed: "Report unruly fans! Text 'fan space issue and location' to #####." They both just shook their heads.

It was the fourth quarter with two minutes and 45 seconds left. Dallas was winning, but Tampa had the ball. Two minutes in football could be like 15 minutes in reality. A LOT could happen. Both Darien and Serena were standing with the rest of the fans in the stadium as they all waited with bated breath on the anticipated moves of the quarterback. Tampa needed a touchdown to gain a good lead, so the ball needed to be thrown to gain some yardage. Dallas's defence was down the field, expecting a long throw. Only 60 yards with the first down and the Bucs could be in the red zone. When the ball was thrown, a group of red and blue players waited for the ball. With so many hands, the ball was tipped and fell right into a blue jersey wearing player. Once he had that ball, he took off running to his team's end zone. The offence and quarterback even tried stopping him, but no one could, allowing Dallas to score a touchdown. A field goal was set and kicked, gaining another point for Dallas. Tampa fans were pissed, some even started leaving the stands. They must not have had faith that their team could make a comeback.

While the teams were switching players on the field, Serena noticed some team officials holding up a black sheet around a player. She didn't understand what was going on until the sheet was lowered and a trash can was revealed in front of the player. The player was pissing in the trash can! Guess that's how they urinate on the field!

The teams lined up after the two minute warning passed. Dallas needed to run the clock down to not allow Tampa Bay anytime to score and catch up, if they got the ball back. This gave Roy Williams, a receiver for Dallas, an idea to quickly run down field before the player covering him could know what was going on. Tampa Bay assumed Dallas would run the ball to run the clock down, so William's coverage didn't expect him to take down the field. Quarterback for Dallas, Tony Romo saw this and circled the pocket, fending off a potential sack so he could rival a Hail Mary ball down the field into the awaiting arms of number 11.

Serena was giddy, bouncing on the balls of her feet at all the excitement. Darien was like his fans, he was disappointed, figured his team would lose, but he couldn't help how his heart swelled at Serena's happiness. That is what made his heart and mind sing. He didn't care if Tampa Bay lost. He was content having Serena right here, right now, experiencing her first NFL game together.

When that ball was thrown and caught perfectly by Roy Williams, he ran that ball to the end zone where he stopped just short of the line and decided to flip himself inside the end zone. This gave Dallas a touchdown, but it also gave Williams his longest career receiving ball of 67 yards! He was ecstatic and was celebrating in the end zone with dance moves after dance moves. His team rushed him, congratulating him and thrilled with the lead on points and time and pretty much the win of the game.

In his celebration, Roy Williams jumped on the wall separating him from the fans and tried to give his winning ball to one lucky fan. A lucky fan right in front of them! It easily could have been her to get that ball! In trying to catch Roy's ball, that fan knocked away Roy Williams's longest career receiving ball back onto the field. Roy Williams shook his head. He picked up the ball and went to another fan section to give it to some other fan.

Only 42 seconds left in the game. Tampa Bay tried their best to make up points and do so with timeouts, but in the end they just couldn't pull it off. Dallas won 34 to 21! Serena jumped up and down, hugging Darien feverishly. He was just happy she was happy.

Dallas players were dancing before they ran to shake hands and say 'good game' to the other team before heading in. Miles Austin was the only Dallas player to stay and sign autographs for fans. A lot of Dallas fans stayed to get his autograph.

Darien and Serena made their way out of the stadium and to the parking lot that stored his car.

"It's funny. Football is my favorite sport, but I would rather watch it on TV, so I can see everything and know everything that is going on." Darien was holding Serena's hand as she said this. "Don't get me wrong, I definitely enjoyed my time, but I couldn't really hear what was being said by the ref, couldn't see the plays well." Darien nodded, letting her finish. "I got a great look at my players too!" She smiled as he pulled her against him as he rested his back against the passenger-side door. "Baseball, basketball, hockey are all boring on TV, but great to watch at a game! It's Crazy, huh?"

"It is." He just agreed, probably not really hearing anything she was saying, she thought.

"I had a great time. I'm sorry your team lost." She wrapped her arms around his neck, getting fists full of his hair before she would brush it through her fingers.

He laughed knowing full well she was not sorry. His hands roamed her back and sides, pressing her more into him. He wanted to ravage her right then and there.

"I don't want this to end." He admitted with deep sincerity.

"What to end?" She pulled back to look at him better, but he held onto her for dear life.

"This day. This time with you..." 'You and me… us….' He wanted to say.

"Okay, what do you want to do?"

'You….' He kissed her tenderly and long. She began to moan in his mouth. "Stay the night? We can watch a movie, order take out…" He pleaded as he kissed her face, neck, nuzzled her ear.

This is what she wanted. Him. She would agree to anything he asked at this point. She nodded her head, not trusting her voice. His smile was infectious and gave her so much joy.

'Oh, shit.' She thought. "I work tomorrow." She said sadly. "I didn't bring enough clothes with me." She did not want to drive all the way home and then back again in the morning. She really needed to find an apartment or something close soon. Darien's place was always an option...

"Don't worry. We can stop by a store on the way home." He kissed her again before he let her ago, opening the door for her. She placed her hand on his cheek as she kissed him before she climbed in.

Darien was a mess. He was happy to be with her. Beyond happy. But the thought of her leaving and him not having her… He got spoiled this weekend. Having her every second of the day. Tomorrow would come and they both had to work. He couldn't act this way with her at work for everyone to see. He couldn't afford to be distracted at work either. Thinking of her all day and not having her would be a complete distraction. Something needed to give. If he wanted her like he knew he did, he had to do something and fast. His heart couldn't take much more of this. She was now the only one who could continue to make his heart beat.