* 2021-12-19

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 10

He was right, but she didn't want to admit it. She had her pride; she had her reasons… She was using her confidence as a shield. What if it all ended up in pain? Honestly, Serena had to admit she was just scared. Scared to hope, scared to trust, scared to fall…

But even if it was only for one night, she wanted to get past her fear. Miss Independent complex be damned. The ache in her stomach, ribs and arms reminding her that no opportunity should be taken for granted. Who knew what tomorrow would bring? Maybe it would not end in heartache, in loneliness…

Her masked hero's kisses didn't waver as he continued to weave his seductive web over her body while her brain and emotions fought for supremacy. Darien's fingers suddenly found their way to her clit, massaging wickedly her sweet spot until she was crying out the enticing devil's name.

Her limbs protested as she tried to get up after, the languid effect of coming leaving her head muddled and body somewhat satiated. But as skilled as Darien was, and as good as it felt, she wasn't sure if she could take that last step… You only gave your virginity once? Did Darien deserve it? Yes, he was skilled… Yes, he was the hottest thing in the world… Yes, she wanted to find a lover… But all in one night?

"Darien… I don't know if I can do this…" Her forearm covered her eyes, shielding from his view her doubts and insecurities.

"Bunny. Serena…" He was leaning over her body, resting his weight on one arm while his other hand pried away her hand so he could look into her eyes. "I know you're scared and unsure. I have my doubts too. I can't promise that it will be easy between us. And I can't promise that nothing will ever harm us. But I want to try." His fingers intertwined into her long locks, stroking playfully.

"I want to be by your side. To hold you when you feel lonely. To kiss you goodnight and wake to your sweet smile. To fight alongside you, protect and support you. I've been praying and hoping to sweep you off your feet for so long now, I can't really focus on anything else…" Darien's voice held a desperate, longing but also regretful quality that she hadn't heard before.

His fingers played with her bangs as he caressed her face with a new-found tenderness. "But each time you're near, and I smell your perfume, or hear your voice, or God forbid, I feel your skin, I can't control myself… Something snaps in me. I want you so much it hurts… I get this crazy feeling that you're going to be taken from me, at any moment… Somehow…" Darien leaned over, resting his forehead on hers, gazing down into her startled bright blue eyes. His mouth opened to say something more only to end as a heavy sigh. Butterfly kisses landed on her lips before he took a deep breath in. "I don't want that to ever happen Serena … Cause I'm in love with you."

How had getting maimed by a Youma led to this? Serena couldn't utter a word. Darien loved her… Darien was in love with her. 'Darien loves me!?' How? When?! WHAT?!' It had only been physical attraction between them, right?

"I never thought I'd indulge in pillow talk… I wasn't planning on telling you this… Not until I had a chance to take you out… Made you fall for me." He added cheekily, covering his own insecurities about opening-up, bearing it all out there for her to see.

What had change between them? A couple of orgasms and they were…? What? Wait… Hadn't Andrew said Darien never opened-up? Because of the accident, because he was an orphan, because he only had himself to count on… His midnight blue eyes were staring straight into hers. The desire, the lust, the need burning brightly, but so was hope, love, uncertainty.

And with that, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders, her arms pulling him down to kiss, lick and nip at his neck, chin, mouth. She couldn't answer him, not yet, she knew she liked him. There was no denying that she wanted him. A lot. But love? How had he managed to be mature with all that was going on between them, when all she wanted to do was run from what was happening. Wanted to deny it. Was she such a scaredy-cat? How could she want this man with a desperation she could not fathom and yet have a deep innate need to run from him to the other side of the world?

Serena let the desire win over as Darien picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. His naked honesty and kindred loneliness, called to her own heart. She was done denying, done running.

Laying her on the bed, he climbed next to her. Damn, he wanted to devour her so much more now that she had accept their relationship. But it was going to be her first time, he needed to get her ready. Get her wet and aching. The feelings and complications would have to wait. Now he'd make her think only of him. Desire only him. Want only him. Need, and finally grow to love him as much as he did her.

With that promise, he started to pull off her gloves slowly, exploring the expense of her skin. Darien moved steadily down, pulling down one boot at a time, only to draw patterns with his mouth and hands on her legs, from calf to thigh, until her legs were writhing against each other. Then he stalked up her body like a predator, kissing, caressing on his way. Her hands snaked around his bare shoulders as he kissed her deeply, her tongue mingling with his, digging her nails into his shoulders.

It had to be intoxication. Yup. Otherwise, how could she explain her boldness? Her hands were exploring his firm back muscles until her fingers dug into his ass. Yup. Intoxication. 'Oh, who the fuck cares!? He always had a nice ass.' Her exploration continued as she slid her hands between them, racking her nails down his pecks, counting air-headily his abs as she stroked the muscles. 'Mmm.' How had she held out from a man this hot; she would never know. But the wait, the build up, was totally worth it!

A hint of shyness slowed her exploration as her hand travelled lower. Serena wanted to know all of him, bring him the same pleasure he brought her. She had felt its pressed into her most intimate spot, so why was she being shy about it. Biting her lips, her fingers wrapped around his length through his pants, exploring, stroking.

Darien was too far gone to be shocked at her touch. Encouraged instead, he undid the bow on her chest and started to pull down her sailor suit, stretching it over her shoulders. The light from the hallway played shadows across her skin as he waited for her to decide. Opening her eyes as he stopped moving, Serena nodded in a haze of wild lust. Even as far gone as they were, he was still being considerate. The King of all Assholes could be considerate, go figure!?

His exploration of her body covered her skin in goosebumps, hypersensitive wherever he tantalized it with his lips. Taking the time to enjoy the moment, he gazed at her lean shoulders, her perky breasts, her toned waist as they were exposed to his sight. By the time he was pulling it down her hips, he was nearly going crazy with want. With conscious effort, he forced himself to breath deeply, slowing himself down. Lowering his head to her stomach, he kissed every inch of her abdomen, hips and inner thighs until her fingers were pulling at his hair, her quivering legs wrapped around him. And yet, the descent of the fuku continued.

Once he had her naked, Darien smirked triumphantly only to find her eyes closed tightly, lost in his touch. His mouth descended to hers in a claiming fervent kiss. She was going to be finally his.

Serena's hands were suddenly on his belt, yanking it open, pulling his slacks down as well as his boxers. Her need was unbearable, she wanted him now with a desperation she hadn't known before. The feel of his naked flesh on her was something she couldn't describe but could only experience. The shyness was gone, the lust all consuming.

They made out several times until their bodies were covered in sweat, hot and steamy, until she couldn't take the buildup any longer. Wrapping her legs around him, she positioned herself under him, grasping his cock and bringing it to her opening. Darien was shaking from the force of holding himself back.

"Serena, we don't ..."

"Shut the fuck up already! Pill, k asshole. Now!" Without letting him finish, she kissed him hard. Lifting her pelvis, she drove herself onto his cock. Darien didn't have the strength left to argue with her, he thrust in the whole way holding onto her tightly. A ragged gasped escaped her lips. Damn it hurt and felt a bit uncomfortable at first. But compared to the stabs and hits she had sustained over the past four years; it was a good pain. Almost as soon as the pain had started, the healing process had kicked in. Thank God she had stayed in her Scout transformation. The pain would be there tomorrow, but it made losing her virginity a bit easier in the moment.

But it wasn't just pain she felt. The pleasure was seriously incomparable! Taken to another whole level as she felt every inch of him, feeling filled, stretched, complete.

Darien stopped moving as soon as he was fully sheathed in her, savoring the feeling. Nothing was going as he had planned but it was a hundred times better. He was about to ask if she was ok, but his intentions were cut short as Serena moved under him. God his little bunny was freaking amazing!

He pulled back and thrust in deep only to be rewarded with the sexiest little moan he had ever heard. He took in her head bent slightly back, her slightly parched lips, her exposed neck, her breast crushed against his chest, her legs wrapped around his ass and hips tightly, keeping him locked there. Wasting no time, he thrust again and again, until their pleasure was all-consuming. Something better experienced than described. Until she was moaning out loud, their breaths ragged, short and laborious.

Serena bit onto his shoulder, latching her mouth onto his skin trying to keep herself from screaming. But her objective failed completely as she orgasmed intensely, her voice bearing the truth of how good they were together. Darien followed, coming down hard and kept going until he was spent. Their cores continued to contract and quiver with bliss for a while as they lay intertwined still joined.

"Again…"

Darien laughed out loud good heartedly. He hadn't expected that after their first time. Shouldn't she be sore, hurt… Tired?! He lifted himself off her chest to kiss her deeply, fondly, playfully. As he moved to her neck, something stuck to his stomach, looking down, he saw her bandage had come loose and stuck to both of their bodies. 'Fuck!'

"No," he answered softly but firmly, brushing her sweaty bangs out of her face. "Your stomach is still healing, not to mention your insides… I was a bit rough… Sorry."

"Don't be! I ain't complaining." Serena stretched under him like a very satisfied kitten. Darien wrapped his arms around her, flipping them over until she was resting on his chest. He didn't want to put any distance between them. This felt so right. For once, his paranoia of loosing her stayed at bay.

"Ok bunny. Rest now, for a bit," he kissed the top of her head as she got comfy on him, drowsiness taking over her finally. A very satisfied smile plastered across his face as he rested his head on his arm while the other clung to Serena's back. Closing his eyes, he savored the moment, the feel of his woman.

"I win…" Serena mumbled sleepily.

"Huh… What?" One eye popped open curiously.

"You los…"

Before sleep took him over also, realization hit him. She had won the game. He had said he'd get her after her birthday, she had broken his resolve a week before it. She had pretty much taken her virginity on her terms and made him admit he loved her… His little missy just had to have it her way.

Nothing had really worked out as he had wanted. Yup, he could admit it; he lost. But what a way to lose! If losing felt this good, what would winning feel like? After all, losing had gotten her in his bed, in his life. And with that satisfied thought, he drifted off to sleep.

A bead of sweat slowly rolled down across Serena's forehead, gaining brilliance as it crossed the center of her forehead. The crystal-clear drop clung a moment, dangling on the edge of her face, only to fall onto Darien's chest, right over his heart, mingling there with one of his sweat beads that was emitting a golden light.

Abruptly, a blinding light engulfed the two resting heroes. Their peaceful dreams interrupted, filling with sudden flashes of long forgotten memories.

With crystal clear clarity, past events flashed through Darien's mind. His life as a Prince, his troublesome youth along with his four buddies and guardians, his affair, the first time he saw the Moon Princess, the moment he was killed in front of her, failing to protect her… Every little detail clear as if they had just happened.

Recollection hit Serena as she found herself in a lucid dream. Serena tried to keep up with all the memories as they surged through her mind. The feelings, thoughts of her past life merging with her present state. Her shock overwhelming as she plunged a blade through her own heart as the Earth Prince was murdered before her eyes.

She floated over the destroyed Moon Kingdom, looking down on her bloodied body resting on her lifeless lover. To her horror, the Crystal showed the Queen's final moments. Serena watched as her mother used the Silver Crystal to oppose the Negaverse and send the survivors and its affiliates to Earth. That thoughtfulness and consideration rewarded at the expense of her own life.

Her mother… The Crystal… Were sending her a clear message…

"NO!" Serena jumped awake screaming. Darien's arms wrapped around her just as fast, coming out of his own nightmare.

They watched in stunned silence as the locket that Tuxedo Mask had given her, appear out of thin air. The golden and silver light that was engulfing their bodies suddenly pulled to each side of the locket, forming into two very distinct gems. A beautiful silver crystal and a golden amber gem formed on each side of the golden locket. Just as unexpectedly, the lightshow faded, the locket landing on the bed beside them, its melody ending.

"Endymion…" She whispered as the vision of him dying played in a loop in her head.

"Serenity." Darien held her tightly to his naked chest, soothing her pounding headache with gentle strokes of his hand.

Suddenly, it all made sense to the young girl. Their undeniable attraction. Her reluctance to get anyone involved. Her hesitation to be with him.

"Serenity is dead." Serena's voice held a calmness, coldness that startled Darien. Looking away from the locket, she pulled out of his embrace, getting off the bed naked. She would not do the whole Romeo & Juliet thing again. It wasn't an option anymore. Her mother wasn't there to clean up her mess this time around. "Whatever had started between us in this lifetime," her eyes held his, unwavering, "it's over as of this moment."