Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or her characters, and have no right to it except as a long time fan.

Author's Note: Please read A Girl Misplaced oneshot. It can be found inside Moon Asylum. Also, this story has no connection to the oneshots: The King and His Princess & The Queen and Her Prince.

Passion Awakened

"Can you imagine if my younger self actually was in such a situation?" Serenity asked. "I am not sure I can imagine how that would have changed our relationship if I had gone back to my fourteen year old life having experienced such pleasure, and with the knowledge of who we were to each other."

"I believe our relationship would have become passionate very quickly." Endymion said thoughtfully. "Especially if you decided to get our relationship started right away by telling me the truth as soon as we met."

The Return & Impressions

Serena's cerulean blue eyes snapped open, her breath gasping into her lungs as her body quickly jerked upright into a seated position. In the next moment her breath came out in quick pants as she wrapped her arms around herself in a hug; one arm stretching up across her chest and lightly grasping her shoulder, and the other stretching across her stomach and grasping her pajama top.

She flopped back down and her eyes instantly began to flicker around the dark room. Even in the dark she could tell that she was in her bedroom with her twin sized bed, her vanity across the room near her closet, her floor desk in the opposite corner, and her balcony to her right.

Slight light was streaming in softly through her sheer curtains, which provided a bit of light so she wasn't completely in the dark.

It helped her take in the familiar details of her room. Her textbooks and school bag on her floor desk, her school uniform hanging on the closet door, her nightstands on either side of her bed, and the closed door to her bedroom to her left.

This is my bedroom. She thought firmly as her breathing finally began to slow. But was that really real or was it an intense dream? She wondered in slight confusion as she remembered what she had experienced with the King.

Her whole body was hot and trembling, and her intimate area was pulsing and clenching as if it was looking for something that was no longer there as her pleasure slowly faded.

No. It must've been real. She immediately answered herself. There was no way, regardless of what she had read or heard, that she could imagine the feel of actually being with a man.

She couldn't imagine so vividly the feel of a man's length moving inside her or the heavy feel of a masculine hand on her breast, and a male body resting heavily on top of her and between her legs.

Serena nearly panted at the slight description, and closed her eyes as she remembered the King, Endymion, kissing her and moving his hips against hers; moving his length back and forth inside her.

She moaned quietly and licked her slightly dry lips as her core pulsed strongly with the beginnings of the tingling the King had introduced her to.

She opened her eyes and looked around her dark room again. Her eyes landed on her clock and she saw that it was almost three in the morning. Her eyes then flicked over to her closed bedroom door, and before she could think about what she was going to do her hand began to move.

She moved her arm from across her stomach and slipped her hand into her pajama bottoms and stroked herself through her panties.

Serena closed her eyes and sighed lightly at the instant pleasure that sprang to life in her core. She cupped herself and used her whole hand to rub back and forth as she parted her legs slightly. Then she moved her free hand from where it lightly grasped her shoulder down to cover one of her breasts, and hesitantly squeezed it as she continued to rub herself.

She could hardly believe what she was doing. She had never touched herself in such a way aside from when she was cleaning herself. However, this was a completely different touch; this felt good.

She could admit to herself that it was nothing to the way she felt when the King touched her. After all, he had not touched her most intimate area with his fingers. He had seemed content with using his body, or rather his hot length to bring her pleasure, but this still felt good.

It reminded her of the pleasure he made her feel. It was the same tingling sensation only on a smaller scale.

Moaning quietly she remembered the way it felt when she straddled his hips and rubbed herself along his long length.

She moved her hips slowly, rubbing herself back and forth along his length, and listened to him groan even as she moaned lightly.

A gasp escaped her as a part of her rubbed against his length sending pleasure skittering through her core unexpectedly. She looked down and did it again, and realized it was the bud that was part of her womanhood.

Serena hummed as she remembered how she had steadied herself on his chest and against the headboard of the bed, and leaned forward as she rocked her hips back and forth. Slowly sliding the sensitive skin of her womanhood against him as she made sure to press herself down, dragging her bud against him and receiving more pleasure for her effort.

She panted lightly as the tingling sensation began to build, and pleasure steadily built in her core. She bit her bottom lip and gently squeezed her breast, and gasped lightly at the added pleasure that trickled from her core and out into the rest of her body.

What she was doing felt good but she wanted more. She wished she could feel his length pressed against her, rubbing back and forth against that bud that brought her added pleasure.

On her backward motion she paused and slipped her fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and slid her hand forward against her womanhood. A light moan escaped her at the immediate increase of pleasure at the feel of skin to skin.

She paused her movements in the middle of squeezing her breast, and opened her eyes and looked to her bedroom door before she began to undo the top buttons of her pajama top. For the first time in her life she wished she had a lock on her door.

As soon as her top was open enough she slipped her hand inside and covered her breast. Her eyes closed with a light hum as she caressed her breast, shivering slightly at the skin on skin feel as well as the cool air, and continued to rub her womanhood.

She moved her fingers back and forth over the sensitive skin before she moved her fingers around, exploring the flower of her womanhood for the first time. She discovered that all of it actually was sensitive and each touch added to her pleasure in different ways.

Then she moaned and trembled lightly as she felt the bud that was part of her womanhood. Touching it felt no different than it had when she was in her older body. Instant pleasure skittered through her core, and rubbing her finger over it made that pleasure spread farther and faster.

Serena moaned again, her breath coming faster, as she caressed and massaged her breast as she had done during her trip to her future; as the King had done. She slid her hand over to her other breast, pulling her top to the side with the movement, as she parted her legs further.

She moaned as more pleasure moved through her core, and lifted her hips into her rubbing motion before relaxing back down as she moved her fingers back and forth over her womanhood. The weight of her covers was hindering her a bit, but she didn't care enough to stop what she was doing just to push them out of the way.

Idly she realized she was feeling moisture against her heated womanhood, and wondered why it was there and what it was for.

That didn't happen with the King. She thought as she panted, but then she reminded herself that the King hadn't touched her there with his fingers. And I was more concerned with the pleasure I was feeling than if I was becoming wet.

She panted as she arched her back, her hand caressing back and forth between her breasts in their lifted position, and stroked her fingers along her heated womanhood. The more she rubbed the moister she became, and as she slid her finger down to touch her entrance she realized that was where it was coming from.

She gasped as pleasure skittered through her core as she slid her finger back across her bud, and lifted her hips as she slid her finger forward again.

That's why I didn't realize before with the King. She thought with a moan as her body relaxed back down on her mattress. It was to make it easier for him to move inside me, and now it's making it so I don't hurt myself rubbing against dry skin. She thought as her body flushed warmly.

Serena moaned softly and her body shivered at the sound as it added to the pleasure her touch was creating throughout her body. She paused her rubbing and cupped herself, pulling her hand backward to add pressure against her womanhood, as she lifted her hips.

She moaned again as she rocked her hips up and down lightly as she kept her hand pressed against her sensitive skin. The motion and pressure sent more pleasure skittering out into her body as her mind drifted back to the feel of the King rocking his hips back and forth against her, his hot length moving inside her.

She panted and began to rub herself faster following the call of her body for more pleasure as her hips relaxed back down against the bed. She slid her hand away from her breasts and up to stroke her neck, her skin feeling hot, before she slid her hand back down and covered a breast.

Her fingers began to massage the fleshy orb while the fingers of her other hand continued their back and forth rubbing motion. She idly turned her head to the side toward her balcony, her closed eyes oblivious to the sight, and pressed a fingertip against her entrance.

A moan escaped her throat as just the brief touch add sharply to her pleasure, but she moved her finger away and continued rubbing her flowered womanhood. Despite her aroused state, and the pleasure she thought it might bring, she wasn't brave enough to push her finger inside herself.

Maybe the King's younger self will do it. She thought softly, and her mind surprisingly began to imagine what that could be like.

She would be lying on his bed in her school uniform, his upper body would be pressed against hers as they shared a passionate kiss. Her legs would be parted, one bent and spread to her side on the bed and the other draped over his legs. Her skirt would be slightly bunched up around her upper thighs, and his large heavy hand would be rubbing her womanhood.

The panties she was sure to have been wearing would be nowhere to be found, and it wouldn't take long for him to push a long finger inside her. He would move it back and forth inside her, creating a delicious friction as she clenched her core around him, and soon he would be moving his hand and finger faster simulating what she wanted his body to do.

Serena moaned her desire for her little fantasy, her pleasure steadily rising as she rubbed herself almost furiously. Suddenly she gasped loudly as a small yet powerful explosion of pleasure washed over her. Her legs trembled and she bit her lip to muffle the loud moan that followed as she rocked her hips up into her rapidly moving fingers.

Panting breaths puffed pass her parted lips as she pressed her fingers hard against the bud that gave her pleasure as she kept her hips raised, pleasure flowing through her as a wave of heat flashed through her body.

As her hips relaxed back down on her bed, she rubbed herself slowly and gently to keep what remained of her pleasure going. The fingers on her breast slowly loosened from their tight hold as she had gripped it in her explosive pleasure.

Serena sighed as her breathing slowed, her fingers still gently rubbing along her heated womanhood, her core pulsing. She was embarrassed at the wetness there, but was also basking in the remains of her pleasure.

Already she wanted to feel the steady rise and burst of pleasure again, but she was tired and knew she needed to get back to sleep.

She pulled her hand out from her panties and pajama bottoms, and pulled her covers over her as she turned on her side. Another smaller sigh escaped her as she shivered lightly, pleasure still lightly moving through her body as her core pulsed and clenched occasionally as she slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

~oOo~

Serena's eyes snapped open at the sound of her alarm going off, and she sighed heavily as she shifted and stretched her arm and turned it off.

Feeling a slight draft where there shouldn't be one she looked down, and blushed lightly to see her pajama top half unbuttoned her chest completely visible. She relaxed back and buttoned her top closed as she recalled why it had been that way.

She had woken up in the middle of the night from her return trip from the future feeling sexually aroused for the first time in her life. She had experienced the first of many things last night. She hadn't expected to experience any of them any time soon, and definitely not when she went to sleep last night.

I touched myself for the first time. She thought, and then paused. She didn't like the way that sounded even if it was what she had done. Pleasured. Yeah; I pleasured myself for the first time. That sounds better. She thought with a slight nod.

Focus! She told herself as she blinked the thought away, and looked idly around her room.

She had woken up feeling that way because of her trip to the future. Not just any future; her future. A future where she would somehow live, still looking young, into the thirtieth century, and somehow become Queen of the Earth.

And on top of that it turns out I'm a reincarnated princess from the Moon, I'll somehow become a scout like Sailor V while I'm fourteen, and meet the younger version of the King. She told herself quietly. Who is a reincarnated prince of the Earth, will become Tuxedo Mask at the same time I become a scout, and is my future husband.

It was a lot to take in when she had first been told, and it was still a lot to take in. She was only slightly surprised that she hadn't thought about it when she first returned from her trip, but then again she had been preoccupied with her aroused state and feeling pleasure rather than thinking about how she had come to feel that way.

Now, however, she had time to take it all in and think about it. Her trip to her future had happened, so the things King Endymion had said were true and would also happen. She and his younger self were reincarnated royalty of the Earth and the Moon, and she was going to become a sailor scout and he was going to become the masked man who constantly saved her.

I wish I had asked more questions or at least the name he used when he was younger. She thought with a sigh, but then on second thought she didn't.

She knew, looking back, that there was no guarantee that the King would have answered her questions. In fact, he likely wouldn't have in order to not change the past, and she was actually glad she hadn't learned the name he used when he was younger. This way she could learn it from his younger self for the first time.

Already in her mind she was differentiating them by referring to them as 'the King' and 'his younger self'. They were both Endymion, since according to the King they went back to using their past names, so she needed to know his current name so she could think of him as something other than 'his younger self'.

Serena honestly couldn't wait to meet him. She wanted the love the King had spoken of and showed her a glimpse of. She knew they would need to build up to that, but she still wanted to meet him and get started.

He said our meeting at this point in time wasn't as cordial as it was in the past, but I wonder if I can change that. She thought. I doubt I can change the events that will happen. Those are likely set; after all we will be meeting at some point before I turn fifteen, but maybe I can change the details. Make it so we get along at that first meeting. She considered thoughtfully.

I will. She decided firmly in the next moment.

After seeing a glimpse of her future she didn't want to waste time with the younger version of the King being angry or annoyed with each other. She didn't want a bad first impression getting in the way when it was likely that their ages would be doing that.

The King said he was eighteen when we met, so he might have a problem dating a girl four years younger than him. She thought as she sat up. Then again maybe if I didn't act like a fourteen year old he wouldn't have a problem. She considered as she began to push her covers back.

So yeah. I'll act better than I have been. She told herself. There was nothing wrong with the way she had been acting. She'd been acting her age, but now she was determined to do better.

His first impression of me will not be of a loud immature girl that set the King and Queen down the path they lived before they started to date. She told herself as she got to her feet, and began to get her things ready to start her day.

~oOo~

Serena calmly walked down the sidewalk, the blue skirt of her school uniform swaying slightly around her legs along with the streams of her hair. She'd left the house earlier than she usually did with her school and lunch bags in hand.

She wasn't early exactly. It was more like she was right on time. It was the time she should have been leaving her house and heading to school instead of oversleeping as she usually did.

I wonder how this day will go. She thought curiously. Being on time for school as she was going to be would certainly change things, but she wondered how her new attitude and decision to change would affect how her day progressed.

Would her friends notice the difference in her? She thought they would since she intended to act different than she usually did. After all, the change wasn't just for the younger version of the King, and making sure their future relationship started off on the right foot. It was for her as well since she honestly couldn't see herself remaining the same after her short trip into her future.

Because really, as unbelievable as what she had seen and experienced was she fully believed and accepted it. Somehow she was going to become a Queen and although she didn't exactly know how a Queen was supposed to act, and certainly didn't need to be trying to behave like one now, she couldn't see herself remaining the loud immature girl she had been just yesterday.

Not to mention when I become a sailor scout and meet the other scouts I want them to respect me. I don't want their first impression of me to be of a whining immature girl any more than I want the younger version of the King to see me that way. She told herself as she walked.

Those girls, young women, whoever they are, are supposed to be, going to be, my Guardian Scouts. I don't want them to think less of me right from the start whether they remember our past or not. She thought with a slight frown.

However, any further thoughts she might have had were scattered as she heard the sudden sound of a distressed feline.

Up ahead of her in the middle of the sidewalk a little boy, no older than seven or eight, knelt on the ground. The distressed sounds were coming from in front of him since his back was to her.

"Hurry up you guys!" The boy said as he looked to his side.

Serena looked over to right, across the quiet street, and saw two more little boys that looked like they were preparing to cross the street and join him.

"Hey!" She called out as she paused in her steps. "What are you doing?!" She added, and watched the little boy twist slightly and look toward her with wide eyes.

"Ah! Run!" He shouted, and scrambled to his feet and did just that. She looked over and saw the two boys doing the same.

She shook her head and look back to where the little boy had been kneeling and saw a little black form on the ground. She stepped closer and realized it was a black cat, but then frowned as she spotted a thin bandage hanging halfway on its forehead.

What is wrong with little kids these days? She thought as she knelt on the ground, and put her bags down before she carefully picked up the feline.

The cat squirmed but she was still able to pull off the Band-Aid as she settled it on her lap. And she was surprised to see a golden crescent moon seemingly part of the fur on its forehead.

Serena blinked and knew that couldn't be a coincidence. This cat had something to do with her becoming a scout or her life as a scout. Maybe even something to do with her past life.

She recalled the King saying that none of them had remembered that she was the princess they were supposed to be looking for and guarding, so it couldn't be that the cat had come across her because of her past.

So it has to be something to do with me being a scout. She thought, but was interrupted from continuing when the cat jumped up and bounced off the top of her head and away. Looking around she saw that it was standing on a low wall to her left gazing down at her.

She grabbed her bags and stood up and still the feline stared at her, and that convinced her more that it had something to do with her future life as a scout. No cat moved or acted the way this one currently was.

Still, she didn't know exactly how the feline was going to be involved, and she wasn't about to stick around and find out. She needed to get to school. She wasn't about to be late on the first day she had made such big decisions to change and be better.

Serena turned away from the strangely staring cat and began to walk away. She knew whatever was going to happen with the cat would happen in its own time, and not because she forced the issue somehow.

~oOoPAoOo~

Serena stepped out of the jewelry store her best friend's mother owned, and turned to look back inside through the glass door at her best friend Molly before she sighed and began to walk away. She needed to get home and get started on her homework rather than being squished among all those people for jewelry she couldn't buy.

She shook her head. That was definitely different than how she would have reacted only yesterday. She would have rushed around like everyone else in there looking at the beautiful jewelry, and exclaiming over the outrageously low prices.

But she simply wasn't interested. She felt too different; not just in general, but from her friends as well. It was something she had been feeling all day. She had decided to be better, but this was different and almost unexplainable. She was seeing and hearing things differently; even being around her friends felt different.

It was almost as if she couldn't relate to them anymore. She had not cared to gossip about what was going on with certain people at school, who was popular and who was not, or about cute boys. She couldn't help thinking that the last, at least, was because she knew there was a guy out there for her, and he wasn't a little boy.

Is this how girls...women feel after they've experienced their first time with a guy? She wondered, because that was the only thing different about herself. Well, that and my mindset.

She felt calmer and more mature, which was strange because she was still a virgin. Her body remained untouched, but her mind was undeniably altered. She knew what it was like to be with a man. Knew what it was like to be touched with strong confident hands, knew what it was like to be kissed, knew what it was to feel physical pleasure.

Serena was just stepping beyond the building next to the jewelry store when she was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of running footsteps behind her. She glanced over as a guy ran by, surprisingly with a stream of her hair in his hand, but that was all she registered before her hair was yanked and her scalp stung sharply.

She cried out in pain as she immediately leaned her head forward to try and lessen the pain.

"Let go!" She yelled as she grabbed the stream of hair in one hand, her eyes tearing up from the sharp pain.

A tall young man paused as he gazed on the scene, taking in the situation through his sunglasses, before he narrowed his eyes and ran forward. He kicked the guy hard in his legs dropping him to the ground, and twisted his wrist forcing him to release the girl's hair with a pained cry.

Serena immediately stepped back as she felt the slack on her hair, and knelt on the ground. She dropped her school bag, and brought her hands up to rub and massage her head as she closed her eyes.

"Get lost punk!" She heard a guy say firmly, and then heard running feet before it faded away.

The young man watched the guy disappear down the sidewalk among the people before he turned his eyes to the girl on the ground massaging her scalp. He couldn't imagine how painful having her hair pulled like that must have felt; especially since she had a lot of it.

I wonder how long her hair really is. He thought before he sighed, and knelt in front of her as he took his sunglasses off.

"Are you okay?" He asked her.

"Yes I am. Thank you." Serena said as she opened her eyes. She looked up only to blush at the sight of a young man that looked identical to the King.

He was younger, less mature looking, but so handsome. She had been too busy dealing with her pain before to focus on his voice, but now she could tell he sounded nearly the same. His voice was deep, but not as deep as it would be.

Her eyes drifted down to his lips and she immediately wanted to kiss him and feel him touch her.

Serena moaned again at the pleasure of having her legs spread to such an extent with him thrusting back and forth within her, his weight resting heavily down on her, and his panting breath crashing against her own as their lips barely touched.

She tilted her chin up and pressed her lips to his initiating another kiss as she slid her hands along his upper back and up into his hair. She moaned into his mouth as he slid a hand down her side and stroked along the inside of her thigh further emphasizing the pleasure of having her legs spread.

Serena blushed harder, and forced herself to look away from his face. She couldn't believe that memory had come to her mind so quickly, and while she was right in front of him; looking at him no less!

The young man looked at the girl curiously as she blushed at seemingly just the sight of him, and then raised an eyebrow as her cheeks reddened further.

What on earth is she thinking? He wondered curiously as she looked away from him. Now that he was focused completely on her and so close he could see that she was very pretty.

Long golden blonde hair, highly likely even longer when those buns were loose, up in a unique style, beautiful blue eyes close to the color of the sky, cute button nose, and nearly a heart shaped face.

Add to that a petite figure, a soft voice, and that becoming blush. He listed as his eyes shifted from her face down. Yes. She is more than pretty; she is beautiful. I need to know her name.

"Here, let me help you up." He said as he held out his hand, and smiled slightly as she looked back to him and grasped his hand. "I'm Darien." He said as he stood and helped her to her feet.

Serena smiled. Darien. His name is Darien. She told herself softly as she made sure she had a hold of her school bag. Reincarnated Prince Endymion, and future King Endymion. I don't need to think of him as 'the younger version' anymore.

"I'm Serena." She said as she looked up to him. He was tall, and even though her experience with the King had been in the bed his body had covered her and stretched beyond her length, and that was saying something since her future self was taller than she currently was.

"Serena." Darien repeated. "A beautiful name to go with a beautiful young woman." He added as he continued to hold her hand, and watched her blush.

"Thank you." Serena said with a pleased smile, and then sighed. "I want to stay and talk, but I have to get home. I'm expected, and I already delayed enough spending time with my friend just now."

"That's okay." He said. "Maybe we can meet up tomorrow and talk then." He suggested since he wanted to talk to her, and she smiled.

He wants to see me again too. She thought happily.

"Well, do you know the Fruits Parlor Crown Cafe?" She asked, and he nodded.

"Yeah. My friend works in the arcade below it." He said.

"Andrew?" Serena asked, guessing, and watched him blink in surprise.

"Yes." Darien said as he nodded. "What a small world." He said with a slight smile as he tilted his head slightly.

"Yeah." She agreed. "Well, we can meet at the cafe. I can go there directly after school." She suggested, her tone a little questioning.

"I'll be there." He agreed, remembering what time junior and high schools usually let out. "In fact, I'll even pick out a seat for us."

"Great!" Serena said with a happy smile. "I'm looking forward to our talk."

"Me too." Darien said as he squeezed the hand he was still holding. "I'll let you go. I don't want you to get into trouble, and not be able to meet me tomorrow." He said even though he continued to hold her hand.

"Yeah that's the last thing I want." She said as she squeezed his hand, pleased that he was still holding hers, and then sighed. "So..I'll see you tomorrow." She said as she took a step to the side and back.

"Yes." He said as he nodded slightly, his eyes following her movements and his hand still holding hers. "Until then Serena." He added as he watched her take another step back.

"Until then Darien." She said before she glanced down to their stretched arms as she continued to step back.

She looked back up to his deep blue eyes and sighed as their hands finally slipped from the other's hold. It wasn't until their hands parted that she realized she had been enjoying the warmth and firmness of his hand.

She smiled softly and watched him return it with a slight smile before she turned and began to walk away.