* 2021-12-16

Now that their back story and personalities and angst are cleared up, lets get to the good things. Their scorching debauchery and unraveling… You've been warned.

Please take note my stories are PG18+++, as in, there is graphic violence, coarse language, sexual situations and triggers as my stories deal with characters who deal with past emotional, physical or mental traumas.

Late Night Escape

Chapter 7

The day couldn't have ended on a more perfect note. All that was missing was epic music in the background as his midnight blue eyes caught sight of swaying golden-streaked pig tails. At least it had been only three days since their park fiasco. You'd think he'd have given up after being beaten, literary physically, two times.

But even after a whole weekend of trying to reason with himself, planning the right words and actions to explain himself, Darien was back to square one. With a painful need to get close to her. His "righteous" plan of waiting until her 18th birthday close to being thrown right out the window.

The feel of her in the park hunted him. Drove him crazy. Hungry. There was only one way to get that craving out of his system. If he was honest, it was probably going to be a lifelong addiction he never wanted to be cured of. Seeing Serena made him want to throw her over his shoulder, head for his place and make her understand that they were made for each other. As cheesy as that sounded, it's what he felt.

Forcing his instincts down, Darien quickened his pace knowing that was a stupid plan. First, he needed to clear up the misunderstanding between them. Unfortunately for him, his little bunny wasn't alone. Nope. Her blue haired friend was practically hovering over her like a mama bear. Which was interesting, since Amy wasn't the type to overreact.

But there was something off about Serena that day. She wasn't bouncing around, laughing or twirling. Her hips and hair didn't sway excitedly. The long-legged blond seemed calmer, but that wasn't the right description. Stiff would have been his medical conclusion.

Even off, her sky-blue eyes shone happily, her little adorable perky nose twitched, her pink-colored lips chatted amiably with her genius friend. All those little details called to Darien as he approached them. He had managed to taste her skin, to feel her body against his, but those lips still eluded him. A growl escaped his throat, surprising even him. How could a couple of weeks make him go from infatuated to starving wolf?

Before the dark-haired man could sneak up on his target, Amy spun around to face him, completely blocking his advance. The girl's cold indigo eyes froze his intention to speak with Serena. When did the shy little genius grow prickles and learned to glare? Rei's temper must have rubbed off on all the girls.

Darien's lips broke into his most dazzling smile, the smile that got him anything he wanted. It had always worked like a charm on Rei and Mina.

Only, the answer was an eye roll and a look that plainly screamed, are you kidding me? Yes, Amy was sharp, and not just book smart. The shy girl had become a confident yet reserved woman.

"Good afternoon, Darien." Her voice held no edginess but still displayed a good dose of coldness even with its polite demeanor.

"Hi Amy. Serena." It was actually quite interesting how his voice dropped and rolled her name now.

"Hi Darien," Serena barely turned to greet him. Her eyes never meeting his, her body staying hidden behind her serious friend.

No name calling. No insults. Had he freaked her out so much at the park? Had he crossed the line? "Aren't you guys heading to the arcade? How about I treat you to something to celebrate your last week of exams?"

"Darien, I'm afraid that will be impossible. As you said, it is our last week of finals. We've decided to study every evening till Friday. I'm afraid that offer will have to wait till school is over," Amy's explained calmly but firmly.

"You can survive a week without our fights, can't you? Later Asshole!" The blonde's voice was teasing but didn't hold the bite it usually did. Amy just waved back to him as they turned to continue on their way slowly to Amy's place.

"No, I can't… Not anymore." He hadn't bothered to whisper. Darien wondered if his voice had carried his longing to Serena's ear.

Shock overtook Lita as they climbed the stairs to the cages. Seriously? Of all the songs he could choose to play, that's what he chose… Seriously? The tall brunette turned toward the stage where the DJ played a remixed version of a pop song.

"K, what's your brother thinking… Playing an Ariana Grande song… At the Devil's Playground?"

"Well, it's a fitting choice. ReRe certainly knows how to captivate the crowd." Ken grinned back to his brother, hiding a thumbs up behind his back. Even if he was head over heals in love with Lita, it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the show. And Serena really did portray a Dangerous Woman oh so well.

"This is not a good idea Rena! You're in no condition to be dancing yet!" Lita rubbed her temples, exasperated. But her bubbly blonde friend was already gone, lost in the music.

Yes, they had gone through hell known to all students as finals. Probably passed everything. Highschool was over. Finally! Prom was two weeks away. It was time to celebrate! And they had, at Mina's place. With cakes, junk food and fruity drinks, and lots of loud music. But it hadn't been enough for Serena.

Thus, at midnight, she dragged a less than enthusiastic amazon warrior to the club. No matter what her good friend thought, this was exactly where she needed to be.

Even if she couldn't pull half of her usual moves, Serena felt relief wash over her as the music blared. 'Yes, this is exactly how I wanted this week to end. With a Bang!' Even if the bang was sometimes joined with a jolt of pain. She was in her sanctuary, where nothing matter, nothing existed but next beat. Where everything pent up, painful or complicated drowned in the music.

The crowd was agitated which frustrated Lita's already raging spirit. Whether it was the end of semester or the summer heat, the guys trying to get to Serena were more persistent and obnoxious than before. Maybe it was time to change clubs?

"What the hell is going on!?" Lita growled, her Amazonian temper flaring. "Why aren't they taking a hint tonight K!"

"What did you expect Litz?" Ken called from beside her over the base. "They witnessed ReRe dance with a guy."

"There was a reason for that! Fuck. When did one yes mean a free for all!? Fucking cavemen!" growled the brunette as another jock looking guy tried to push past her.

"Hey! I take offense to that Litz. This caveman here helped to get you guys in, and has had your back how many times!?" Ken's good-natured attitude shifted 180 degrees into a cold scold, turning his boyish good looks into something quite alluring. Lita suddenly felt her cheeks grow pink, which pissed her off. She wasn't as girly as Serena or Mina. The jock was suddenly lifted up by the tall brunette and thrown back.

"Damn! I need a drink!" Dropping the jock against his stupider buddies, she glared daggers at the next approaching guys. "I know… I'm sorry K." She grinned charmingly back at him, trying to get back on his good graces.

Just then, a bouncer passed her a closed beer bottle as he made his round. They often did that when she was around. It wasn't everyday they got to watch a babe break bones. It was damn hot! Plus, it taught some club goers boundaries, lighting up their work load.

But it was obvious that Ken didn't like it, as his scolding face was joined with the clenching of his jaw. It didn't surprised Lita anymore how her Sailor Scout experience allowed her to read the nuances in people and their expression. You could read their next move before it happened once you became a fighter. Therefore, it was no shocker when Ken turned away running roughly a hand through his already disheveled hair trying to regain his cool. Nor did it surprise her when the jock guy got up and came to ask her for a dance.

She just couldn't understand men… No meant No… Why couldn't they just get the hint. And as for the perfect examples, there was the ever-persistent Ken, and speaking of the devil, Darien was making his way toward them. Yes! Men really couldn't take a hint.

Darien watched as his little bunny moved sensuously in her cage. Her hair hung over her shoulder in a messy braid. He was surprised to see Serena had opted for a long loose sleeve shirt that uncovered one shoulder in the summer club heat. But at least her long legs were on display in black short shorts. Sweat glistened on her skin as she moved from side to side. The sway of her hips was mesmerizing as her stomach countered and her shoulders followed. Her cute pouty lips were open slightly; her long lashes closed as was her habit when dancing. His little tempest was lost in her own world in that gilded cage.

However, something still wasn't right. Just as he'd seen her with Amy on Monday, her movements were restrained. As much as he was enjoying watching her, Darien wanted to know exactly what was the matter. Fun could wait for after. Seeing a line of guys trying to get to her didn't phase him at all. Nope! That wasn't why he hurried, pushing past all of them. He wasn't being possessive at all…

"Bitch. Move out of the way! Who gave you the right to block the way to the minx!?" The guy in front of Lita was taller than her, bigger built, with an enflamed ego that made him think he could do anything he pleased. Her eyes scanned his muscles, the result of a gym workout. She sighed, disappointed. 'He won't even last long enough in a fight to blow off some steam. This was not how I imagined celebrating my graduation…'

"The minx, right babe?" a voice called behind them.

"Hey Jerk! Since when did I give you the right to call me that?" Lita cocked an eyebrow.

"Since I'm trying to save this idiot's ass before you pummel him." Darien grabbed hold of the guy's shoulder and used his superhuman strength to squeeze the muscle and bone. "Leave. Or I'll let her beat the shit out of you just for fun." Whether it was the threat or the pain, it didn't matter. The guy backed off quickly, followed by a bunch of others who recognized Darien as Serena's partner from last time.

"Not so fast Romeo! You'll have to stay away from her tonight." Lita blocked his way as Ken threw his head back, looking like he was praying to the gods for help. The chestnut-haired guy shook his head exasperated, then grabbed Lita's arm dragging her down the stairs towards the bar.

"Litz, you need to let them work this out."

"But, she's n..."

"No! They are old enough to be able to deal with their own problems. As for us, we've finally graduated. Now I'm getting you a drink and we're going to enjoy ourselves. Clear!?" Ken was looming over her. He had grown taller and came into his own in the last two years. That didn't help her cause of keep things platonic between them. He looked enticing when he dropped the best friend act.

"Ok." It was all she could manage. The brunette really needed to get her head back in gear. Didn't she just say to Serena that this could never work out. 'Civilian. Civilian. Civilian. Damn it! I really need that drink! Or two...' It was good to be finally drinking age but even then, she knew never to get drunk because of her super strength. Who knew the damage that would cause?

Serena knew he was there before she bothered to open her eyes. It was a funny thing to be able to sense her nemesis before he approached. Time to prepare herself, at least mentally, to act cool, aloof. "Thank you Senshi training!' Her injuries were not yet fully healed. The pain was there when she moved too swiftly or touched them.

The door to her cage opened just as she turned on him. God, he looked sexy as sin in that black muscle fit t-shirt and pitch-black jeans. His hair was pulled back for once, exposing those piercing navy eyes. Her heartbeat accelerated under his wolfish grin and intense stare.

Serena should have gotten out of the cage before he came this close. It wasn't a good idea to be in confined space now that he had made his moves.

Darien watched Serena as she eyed him from head to toe, her face impassive. A cowboy standoff. Predictably, Serena couldn't stay in his presence without snapping. The blond tried to get out of the cage. But Darien blocked the opening. Grabbing the top of the door frame with both hands, he loomed over her.

"Missed me, sweetheart?" He practically purred in her face.

"Not even a little you Egoistical Prick!" Serena replied smoothly.

'This is bad. Real bad!' She had two options. Squeeze by him, which she knew was a trap. Or hit him, again. Because of her injuries, she couldn't use either of her hands. One was damaged, the other she couldn't force because of her bruised ribs. Well, she could always knee him… It was so tempting! Just to wipe that satisfied grin off his face.

She couldn't risk her injuries.

'Lita was right. This was a bad idea!' But it was too late to be sorry.

The blonde made to pass under his arm, but as soon as her body touched his, an arm engulfed her back while the other went to the back of her neck. To his surprise, Serena wasn't fighting him as per usual.

"I missed you."

"Seriously, now you're throwing corny lines? I told you I'm not hooking up with you so you can back off. Thank you." The words dripped with anger and offence while she smiled sweetly.

"I'm not lying to you Serena. It was stupid I admit of teasing you and picking on you. I should have become you friend just as Andrew did but I didn't trust myself around you! Look how you get me!"

"Oh, so this is my fault!?"

"That's not what I meant and you know it. Since that first time you ran into me, I haven't been able to keep you out of my thoughts."

"That's bullshit and you can stop putting on the ac…"

His mouth dropped to hers before she could argue more. If he couldn't make her understand with his words, he'd do it through action.

He tasted, suckled, nipped, devoured those pink lips for all they held. Her taste intoxicating. As his hand slid tighter around her waist, pressing fully into her sweaty body, Serena gasped. His tongue swept in, exploring and finally twisting with hers.

She was shocked at first with her first kiss, the intensity of it. But the devil was skilled. Inexperienced be damned, it didn't seem to matter. Serena suddenly felt desperate to taste, to feel him. Years of fighting the attraction between them bursting like a dam. Her body pressed into Darien od its own accord, her lips following his lead, learning quickly, giving back what they received. He had the headiest taste ever; better than any dessert.

'I'm so screwed! If this continues, my answer will definitely be yes.' When he fully pressed into her, all reason to resist was replaced with scorching, overwhelming lust. His tongue explored her mouth first until she touched it with hers. Each flicker a caress, a promise of more.

Her nails dug into his skin through his shirt as she held on. That heady sensation, that heat, that electricity filling her from head to toe. Oh! But did it feel good! Serena needed more. Wanted more. Who cared about breathing?

When Darien released her lips, she gasped as he laid heated kisses along her jaw. His teeth nipping her ear before laying havoc to her sensitive neck. As a moaned escaped her, his mouth reclaimed hers as he bent further sliding his arms down.

Just as fast, Darien recoiled, letting her go, fingers rising to his bleeding lip.

Serena had bit him!

Reproachful eyes filled with lust glared down into her dazed ones. She was shaking lightly, panting, her knuckles white as she clung to the cage for support.

"I knew you were a hell cat, but biting. Really Meatball Head?!"