* 2021-12-16

Last hot club scene in this story, so enjoy folks!

Please take note my stories contain mature subject and are PG18+++. There is graphic violence, coarse language, sexual situations and triggers as my characters deal with emotional, physical or mental traumas.

Late Night Escape

Chapter 8

"And I thought we were finally passed the name calling. Jerk!" Her eyes filled with wrath. The shot of pain from her ribs clearing her mind before she succumbed to Darien. He deserved that bleeding lip. Serena rethought her decision to get violent. The ease with which he weaved a spell over her body, bringing out what she tried to hide was not normal. The only way out was to through him, out of the cage, her injuries be damn.

High royal Jackassness grinned cheekily as he entered the cage, trapping her against the cage as she tried to get out. Did his body ever stop radiating sex appeal? Serena ground her teeth as she felt her body betray her. But as his weight pushed her ribs against the cage, Serena flinched with a hiss.

Darien didn't miss a thing. The way her body melted against his, the denial she desperately clung to. Then just as his lips descended, Serena's face contorted with pain. The dark-haired man pulled back instantly.

"I knew it! Where are you hurt Serena?" His voice was suddenly firm, demanding. Gone was the lust, the wolfish grin. Only concern and worry. And wasn't that new? When did the King of Pricks ever show concern for his nemesis?

"It's nothing. Really, Darien." She tried to push him away but the man was made of stone. He didn't even budge an inch. "Fine! I fell and bruised my ribs because I overexerted myself and burned out during exams. You know what a klutz I am!" she said innocently, rolling her eyes skyward feigning embarrassment.

"Why didn't you tell me Monday?" he persisted, looming over her, arms on either side of her body keeping her trapped.

"Tell you? What the hell Darien!? Since when do I have to tell you anything?" Her blood was starting to boil with frustration. "We aren't friends! And we certainly aren't anything more!"

"That's cause you're fighting it!" the exasperated man growled back.

"I'm not going to be another notch on your belt!"

"You're not a notch Serena! I really care about you; have for the past four years! What do I have to do to make you understand that once and for all!?"

"Nothing! All the more reason for me to stay away!"

"Serena, you're not making any sense!" Darien shouted as he stepped back. He gripped his hair roughly to keep his hands from shaking the injured girl. Why did she have to vex him until he lost his cool, his iron-willed composure!? "You stay away because you don't want to be a one-night stand! Then you go and say you don't want anything serious! What the fuck woman!? Why!? I know you feel it too? Why are you denying this!?"

"Enough, Darien! Enough!" Her eyes couldn't hold his anymore. They shut tightly of their own accord, desperately trying to block him out. He was saying exactly what she was thinking. And yet. 'Civilian! I can't get entangled with anyone.' She tried to remind herself. She couldn't give into him. If she did, even a little, she would lose herself in him. Get attached. The past weeks had proved that all too clearly. Just like the kisses.

Warm fingers found themselves on the blonde's neck, tracing lightly her pulse, rising up behind her ears to tangle in her hair. Her pulse skipped a beat as his lips brushed her jaw, then hovered over her skin. Serena bit her lower lip to keep her moan in as Darien's breath teased her skin.

"Never. And I'll prove it to you," he whispered near her ear.

"I can feel your pulse quicken when I roam my fingers down your neck." As he spoke, his fingers drew a path achingly slow down her neck, barely a butterfly touch. "I can sense you tremble as I touch your collar bone all the way to your shoulder." His fingers never stopped, just continued their slow torturous undertaking. "I can see the goosebumps and hair rising on your arms as I make my way down." His hand went down her shoulder to her ribs, brushing by her breast.

"I can feel as your breath catches when I hold you tight." His fingers trailed further down her waist, to firmly take hold of her hip bone; his thumb digging into her skin. "I can see how your lips open and you gasp when I press into you." With that, his whole-body pushed against her, from chest to thigh, being careful to avoid her ribs. "I can see as your skin flushes, feel it burning through your clothes." Both of his hands snaked around her back to slid under her shirt, drawing patterns over her spine down to the dimples over her ass. "I can even tell the moment your knees give way… And the instant you want me to shut up and kiss you."

His lips dropped to hers, hard, impatiently in a scorching kiss. His tongue licked at her bottom lip until she could only respond by opening her mouth to let him in. His tongue tangled with hers, hot and sensuous. As skilled a caress as his hands. Serena grasped his shirt, almost tearing it, pulling him against her. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt the pain in her arm and ribs, but the pleasure was drowning out her senses.

Serena pressed into him, getting her first taste of searing passion. Her nipples hard and aching for attention against his hard chest. Her core burning pressed against his erection. Fuck. 'How did it get to this?' And just as the thought came, it was gone. Rubbing herself against the hard male body, need taking over.

Darien staggered back until it was his back against the cage. Until it was her lips that tasted his skin. Until it was her teeth nipping at his neck and chest.

A loud whistle broke through their lustful haze. It felt like an eternity before they turned to the sound. Lita and Ken desperately tried to hide their smug huge grins but soon broke into laughter.

"Don't stop on our account! Seriously!" Ken teased cheekily. "That was quite a show!" Lita elbowed her best bro as she broke into a snicker.

"I guess you were right K!" The amazon conceded.

Serena felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment. It was one thing to dance suggestively in public and completely another to make out until you were giving everyone a show! She was Sailor Moon for crying out loud! How could she have lost her composure so easily? 'Damn Darien and his devilish ways!', she huffed.

As fast as she could manage to untangle herself from his embrace, Serena moved out of the cage past her friends. It was time to leave. She needed to leave! NOW!

But she wasn't fast enough.

"Where do you think you're running away to, lil'bunny?" Darien had grasped her hand and pulled her back, only to let her go as she flinched again. To her horror, her injured forearm got exposed. The bandages not hiding all of the bruising. Purple, blue and yellow skin got exposed even in the flickering lights of the club.

"Serena, what the hell happened!?" Before Darien could examine the bruise any closer, Lita pulled the sleeve back down and smiled reassuringly at both gapping men.

"She fell down the stairs at school pretty bad. Stop making it a big deal! Rena feels bad enough about it! We didn't come here for sympathy. We came here to celebrate our graduation! OK?" Count on Lita to cover this situation, her history with bruises coming in real handy. Serena breathed in relief; she thanked her lucky stars again for having such an awesome friend who had her back. Even if she could be overprotective. Lita was the best.

"I think I'm done for tonight. I'm going home Lita." But as much as she appreciated her friend's interference, she didn't think she could handle being around Darien longer. He was moments away from crumpling her resolve. And if she was honest, she didn't feel like fighting that pull between them as much.

"OMG!" Lita clomped onto her smaller friend with a pleading look. "Rena, it's my song! Please, just this and we're gone! Pwwwweeeeeaaaaaasssssseeeeee!" Lita begged as Muse's Undisclosed Desire heavy rock remix blasted through the speakers.

What could a girl do when her best friend pulled the puppy eyes and pouty lip on her? Serena broke into a broad smile as they moved down the stairs to the dancefloor. She watched Lita lose herself in the music as soon as Ken joined them.

Darien approached her, extending his hand, an eyebrow raised in question. God! How to say no to something so hot? His hair was tousled, his clothes rumpled, sweat gleamed on his skin from the club's heat… Topped that off with that wolfish smirk and promise of trouble in his eyes…

'Fuck it!' Serena threw caution to the wind. The Devil's Playground was her sanctuary. A place where she didn't need to think about being a Senshi, a student, a daughter! There was no future, no past. Just the moment. She was free to do whatever she wanted. Whatever happen in this club, stayed in this club.

Her arms wrapped around his waist as she stepped against his body. The step answer enough. At least for the moment. Darien's hands found her hips automatically. And just as in the cage, their bodies took over. Serena moved her hips to the beat as Darien followed the beat against her. As the music played, their bodies swayed, moved, grinded.

It felt like drowning, in pleasure. Their bodies merging, lust flaming, passion making them move to the rhythm. Serena hadn't ever experience any of these feelings before. Darien's hands left her skin hypersensitive and burning at the same time. Her neck, chin and ears couldn't handle anymore of his teasing. Her lips swollen from his passionate kisses. And no matter how close they were pressed against each other, it didn't feel close enough. She wanted more. She yearned. She ached…

If her nails scraped anymore of his skin, he didn't think he could stop himself from dragging her to his place. No… That was too far… The bathroom? A corner? Shit… When had his innocent bunny turn into a little minx. The way she moved against his body was really getting out of hand. Such a passionate little thing. It was pure raw temptation packed in long legs, tiny waist, perfect breast, pouty lips, intense blue eyes and golden locks he never wanted to untangle himself from.

The taste of her skin, the feel of those lips, the way her fingers ran through his hair, he was lost in her. God, he wanted her! Now!

And just as the fire was about to snap him, the song changed and Serena stopped. Broke out of his embrace, drew in a breath and nodded to Lita. His temptress pushed her way through the crowd toward the side exit. Darien, just like Ken, didn't miss a beat. There was NO WAY they would be left behind this time!

As the girls reached the alley, the air seemed no different then in the clubs. The summer heat clung on the night, making it hard to breath. It would make for a long walk home but that was perfect to calm the adrenaline rushing her senses. Among other things, Serena mused.

"Bye guys." Lita waved easily to the guys, as if they were just leaving the arcade. But Darien pulled Serena to the side of the alley before she could get away. Ken guided Lita to the opening of the alley, ruffling her hair laughing.

"Darien, tonight doesn't changed anything. It was fun but it's not going to happen again."

"How can you still say that after you saw how good we are together?"

"Stop being so naïve Darien… I thought I made things clear before. Nothing is going to happen between us." Serena's stare was unwavering, filled with an unmovable conviction. "I'm not going to be with anyone, ever."

His eyes opened wide, startled by the matter of fact conviction of his little bunny. How could a girl so young think that way? Suddenly, Darien grabbed her injured hand pulling up the sleeve.

"Is it because of this?"

"Yes and no." Serena didn't feel like she owed him an explanation but he wasn't bugging.

"Who did these to you?" She refused to answer. Whoever had caused her pain and made her think this way, he was going to kill, slowly, painfully. "Serena, not all men are like whoever hurt you. Not all men are violent!"

Serena broke into a giggle. Oh, how endearing he could be when he wasn't the King of Pricks! It was incredible to see all these new sides of Darien after all the years they knew each other. But looking down on her arm, she was reminded of how dangerous it would be to bring him into her world.

Yes. She was attracted to him, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. Yes. He was important, like her family, like her friends. But she wouldn't put the first man she cared about in danger… No matter how much her body ached for him… Pulling her arm from his grasp felt like torture. His touch was just so enticing, soothing…

"Darien, I told you before, I got hurt on my own. No matter what you want to believe, no man did this to me. I would not allow it and neither would my friends. But I will not tell you this again. Stay. Away. From. Me." She brushed past him, not daring to look back. Lita was looking at her with clear pained understanding in her eyes. They both had to stay away from the men they cared about. It was good that high school was over. They wouldn't have as many probabilities to run into them soon.

But Darien couldn't just let her go. He couldn't lose another round with her. He wouldn't let her finish things. Without missing a beat, he made a rose appear in his hand. "Serena, wait."

She turned without much enthusiasm. "Seriously Darien, just leave me b…" He watched closely as her frown turned into surprise at the beautiful blood red rose in his outstretched hand. But the smile he was expecting never came. Wariness filled those light blue eyes to his disappointment.

"I would have squealed in delight at getting this." A heavy sigh escaped her perky pink lips. "When I was 14. When I didn't know better, when I was naïve. But I'm not 14 anymore, you Asshole. And I do know better! Giving me romantic things is not going to change my mind or get you into my pants… Your advances are seriously starting to stink of desperation. I told you, it's over, not that it had ever started..." Without waiting for his reply, she turned away, her head and shoulders held proudly past a gaping Lita.

It was Darien's turn to stay silent. When had Serena matured so much? What had caused it? The girl he had been in love with had seemed so childish only a couple of weeks back. Had it all been a façade for years now?

Even Sailor Moon would have been ecstatic to get a rose from him, so how could a simple high school girl blow it off effortlessly. Again, she had won the round. His patience was failing him. And it showed, as he dropped to the floor the crushed rose he usually cherished.