The Customer is Always Right Chapter 5, a sailor moon fanfic

Okay, I'm sorry. I completely forgot to post yesterday. My bad! But it's here now, and I hope you like it. This is another chapter that gives this story it's M rating. As much as I enjoy it, I would be lying if I didn't tell you that it makes me blush. Thank all of you again for your words of encouragement!

I don't own the song in this chapter. It belongs to The Civil Wars. It is call Poison and Wine if you want to hear it. It truly is hauntingly beautiful if you ask me. I also don't own the characters in this story, but they are fun to write about!

The Customer is Always Right

CH. 5

Enter the young lovers...

When she became quiet, he began to force the door open but there was something against it. With little effort he was able to get the door open enough to get in and see that what was against the door was an unconscious Serena. Oh God! He picked up her small, crumpled form. She was so light and limp and pale. She looked dead. He rushed her out the door to his waiting car.

It was dark. So very dark. She stood alone as rain pelted her from black skies. The backs of her parents appeared, they were moving away from her. She tried to catch them but no matter how hard she ran she went no where. She was sweating and panting. Her chest was so tight, it made it hard to catch her breath and she was so hot she felt like she was on fire. She screamed after her parents, but no sound escaped her lips as they got into their car and drove off. She fell to her knees sobbing. Someone appeared and picked her up. It was Darien he held her close till her tears stopped. When he pulled back to look at her, his face twisted from happiness to displeasure, like he saw something in her that he didn't like. He placed her back on the ground, turned and walked away. She screamed after him, begged him to stay. But he didn't even turn around. She fell to the ground, she was so cold, she curled up and shivered in the rain.

She woke with a start in a, very large, but very strange room. Something cold and wet was in her lap. She looked down to find a wash cloth. The room definitely belonged to a man, the walls were covered in a dark blue wallpaper with light blue pin stripes. The curtains where white and soft light was filtering through them. She could see from the bed she was in that the view was far different than hers. She could see trees and knew she must be near the park or outside of New York. She looked down to see she was not in her pajamas but instead in a large blue and white striped sleep shirt. She threw the covers off and on wobbly legs, went to explore. There was a dark cherry dresser across from the bed that had a large TV on it. To her right, across from the windows was the bathroom which was four times the size of hers with a large tiled shower. The tiles in the bathroom were a dark bronze and had flecks of gold in them. They cover the three walls that made up the shower and a seamless glass door to enclose the space. The his and her sinks were made of a white marble with a deep cherry base. The tiles below her feet must have been heated cause her feet were not cold as she walked across them. She padded back towards the bed and jumped when the door opened to reveal Darien carrying a tray into the room.

"Hey you shouldn't be up. Get back in bed right now!"

"Yes, master." She mumbled.

He set the tray down and tucked her back into bed.

"Am I in your apartment?"

"Yes."

"How did I get here?"

"Well after I FORCED my way into your bathroom and found you unconscious, I brought you back here and called my doctor."

"Your doctor? Who I'm guessing makes house calls?"

"Well I didn't want you to wait in an emergency room!"

"Of course not." she mocked.

He sat next to her on the bed and placed the tray across her lap. He had brought her chicken soup, peppermint tea, and a rose in a small vase. He gave her his "I'm not messing around face" and told her to eat. When she had her fill he took the tray away, but she managed to grab the rose first. She pressed the soft petals to her nose and inhaled it's sweet scent. At least her nose was no longer stopped up. He returned quickly and took his seat next to her once again, feeling her face and forehead.

"I think your fever has broken."

"I feel a lot better, thank you."

"You had a pretty wicked fever. You were hallucinating and talking in your sleep."

"I didn't realize colds did all that."

"That's because you don't have a cold, you have the flu. You really should take better care of yourself!"

"I take care of myself just fine thank you."

"Yeah I noticed when I though you, looking dead on your bathroom floor. Look I need to make some business calls. Here's the remote, I'll be back in a few hours okay?"

"Okay."

He gave her a kiss on her forehead and left her to channel surf thru daytime television.

Richard was watching him as he left the room.

"Taking care of the sick now? I thought you didn't like sick people sir."

"She is not sick people. She is Serena the woman I am seeing."

"Sir, if I may be so bold, I remember you making even Miss Michelle stay in the guest room when she was sick. The rest you sent home."

"Whatever you trying to say Richard, please just say it."

"I don't think it is something I need say, it is something you need to say."

"I wish you weren't so cryptic sometimes."

"I know sir, but that would make life too easy. Now if you won't be needing me anymore I will be off."

"Alright see you tomorrow Richard."

As he watched the old man leave, he couldn't help but wonder what the hell was the old man talking about now? He respected Richard, he was really the only father figure he had growing up and when he moved back to America he was able to convince him to leave his father and work for him. Sometimes Richard could speak up about his life choices whether he asked for it or no and they weren't always so puzzling. His thoughts towards Michelle were every thing but, he made them very clear. Why did he have to be cryptic now. The issue caused him to get only half of his calls done that day, but he didn't want to leave Serena alone any longer. He peeked in to see she had dosed off again. Looking at her, he couldn't imagine how he couldn't let her sleep in his bed. Sure the guest room was nice, very nice, but she just looked like...she belonged. It was like her presence brightened up the room. Her little fist where stretched up over her head and her face was still and peaceful. Her chest rose up and down under his sheets, letting him know she was alive. He would never admit this to anyone, not even himself, it made him feel a little like a stalker, but he had watched her sleep numerous times before. He could never seen to get enough of watching her face change as she dreamed

Dreams. He remembered what she had said in her dreams a few hours ago. She had screamed out to her mother and father, begging them not to go. Her being left by her parents must have really hurt her, more than she ever let on in her daily life. She was always happy and energetic. He found it hard to keep up with her sometimes. What really bother him was when she started screaming for him to not leave her. It broke his heart that even when he tried to sooth her and be by her side, she still felt his cold leave.

He left her sleeping to put together some dinner. He liked to cook, he just didn't always have the time of energy to do it. This was his first day off from work what...in five years? He never took off, not even when Michelle asked him to. Michelle. He hadn't thought about her in weeks. The last time he even spoke to her was the day after he met Serena. She talked about getting back together when she got back from her sabbatical to Paris. He was suppose to "mark the date" but of course he didn't. He was too busy figuring out how to find Serena. His thoughts and cooking took over so he didn't even hear the pitter patter of bear feet.

When Serena woke up, she was still alone. She cracked open the bedroom door and saw no one. She tugged on the ends of the sleep shirt, begging it to be longer, as she walked the halls in search of someone. Hopefully Darien the way she was dressed. She followed the noises she heard to what had to be the kitchen, only to be surprised by the sight of Darien cooking. He was concentrating deeply on whatever he was cooking. He didn't notice her until she slipped onto the stool across the island from him.

"I didn't know you could cook!"

"You shouldn't be out of bed in that. You'll get sick all over again."

"Well I would put more on but I don't know where anything is. I've never been here before remember?"

"I just assumed you were more comfortable at your place."

"Darien this place is ten times the size of mine. You didn't have to spend your time cramped up with me in my tiny apartment."

"I like being cramped with you any where."

She could feel herself blush. It quickly faded as she started to wonder why he really didn't bring her here. Did he not want people in his building to see him with her? Or maybe the whole neighborhood?

"I honestly didn't bring you here because you have to be at your job so early, I thought it would be more convenient for you to be close to your clothes and what you needed."

He pushed her back to the bedroom and soon followed with another tray. This time it had; a healthy portion frittata with bacon, tomatoes, onions, and cheddar in it; a glass of orange juice and a glass of wine for him; and another rose. They ate together on the bed fighting over the last bites of the delicious frittata. He quickly cleared the tray and then put on what she guessed was the pants to the shirt she had on and got under the covers with her. She discovered that he shared her love of Frasier and soon she fell asleep against his warm chest while he gently stroked her hair.

She woke, feeling much better, to his slumbering face inches from hers. His arms were around her holding her to him tightly. She watched him sleep till she could no longer stand the feeling of fuzz on her teeth. She very skillfully wiggled free of his grasp and tip toed to the bathroom. She hoped he wouldn't mind her using his tooth brush, but then she saw she didn't need to. There was a small pink tooth brush next to hers. When she finished, she held the tooth brush in her fingers examining it. She couldn't help but wonder how many of these he had stashed somewhere for his 'overnight guest'.

"What are you doing?"

She jumped, looking to see his sleepy, sexy eyes watching her with a grin on his face. She quickly placed the tooth brush back in it's home and left the bathroom to join him on the bed.

"I hope pink is okay. I didn't want to be sexists or anything but I noticed you really like the color."

"You got that for me?"

"Who else would it be for? Besides, your going to need it."

He got off the bed and led her over to the large dresser in front of the bed. He opened the second drawer to show some of her clothes, including a few of her work clothes. Then he opened the top drawer to show some of her underwear and a few pairs she definitely didn't own. She looked at him waiting for him to explain.

"I went to your place yesterday while you were with the doctor and got some of your clothes. I picked my personal favorites but you can bring over what ever you want. I cleared some space in the closet for you too if you want it. Here is your key."

He handed her a shiny silver key and she stared at it like she had never seen one before. She looked back at him, still a bit confused but also noticed his shaking hands and how his eyes moved around her face gauging her reaction. Holy shit, he was nervous! She smiled sweetly at him and picked up one of the foreign pieces of lingerie.

"I see you did a little shopping as well?"

"Yeah, I was hoping you might do a little modeling for me later."

He wrapped his arms around her with a devilish grin.

"Oh and I'm keeping Mina's key. You should empty a drawer at your place for me too."

"Oh?...You really know have to take the romance out of a moment."

"Oh I'll give you romance."

He lifted her and took her to the bed.

"I have to go in to the office for a little while. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Don't you want to take a shower first?"

"No time. It's okay, I'll get to smell like you all day."

He kissed her and the head and rushed out the door. Her flu was more like sniffles and a bad cough at this point so she decided to investigate his apartment. She looked thru the clothes he had brought her. She found a pair of her jeans and a t-shirt and slipped them on. The apartment was huge. She was pretty sure she would end up getting lost. In addition to the two extra bedrooms there was a library, an office, a workout room, a formal dinning room, an informal dinning room, and a large living room with a beautiful baby grand, that she would be playing later, and big windows that overlooked the park. She figured from her view she was on the West side. The last room that she stumbled upon was the laundry room. There were a baskets full of clothes and on top of one was her pajamas. Other than that the room, much like the rest of the apartment, was empty. She didn't have anything else to do so she started putting clothes into the washing machine. She had just pulled her clothes out of the dryer to fold when a short, plump woman appeared.

"No, no Miss. You don't fold clothes!"

"I don't mind really! I'm use to it."

The woman took the clothes from her but Serena didn't leave.

"I was starting to think there was no one else here"

"Richard and I are here everyday, except Sundays."

"I'm Serena."

"Lisa."

"Where are you from Lisa?"

The woman's thick accent gave her away. Serena convinced her to tell her about her hometown, her daughter, and her move to the big city while Serena helped her fold.

Once Lisa and Serena had finished the laundry, she was left to her own devices once again. She wondered aimlessly, looking at the pieces of art that scattered the walls. The smell of food wafted down the halls and she realized she was famished. As she drew nearer to the smell, she could make out onions, peppers, and...beef. Nausea hit her in a sudden and violent wave. It came on so quickly that she barely made it to Darien's bathroom. Great, so she still had sniffles, a bad cough, and her nausea all the best parts of the flu. Luckily, her nausea passed quickly and left her once again hungry. The man in the kitchen was an older man dressed neatly in black slacks, white collared shirt, and black tie. Serena sat across from him at the island and watched him move around the kitchen.

"Can I get you something Miss. Serena?"

"Um...crackers would be great Mr...?"

"Call me Richard." he said handing her plate with saltines on it.

"Thank you Richard."

She began slowly munching on her crackers. Without asking, a glass of water appeared in front of her. She looked to Richard who offered her a smile, that she gladly returned.

"How long have you worked for Darien?"

"Oh well I've worked for Mr. Shields for years. I started work with his father when Mr. Shields was very young then came to work for Mr. Shields about five years ago when he returned from England."

"Wow, so you know him very well then huh?"

"All his dirty secrets Miss."

"Please call me Serena. Richard, I think you and I are going to be good friends." She gave him a mischievous wink.

Even though it smelled and looked great, Serena could only manage a few bites of the lunch Richard made for her. This flu was killing her appetite. On the bright side, she was sure to lose some weight. Richard left her to finish his other duties and she was bored once again. She was able to find her way back to the piano she had found earlier an spent the next few hours mindlessly playing and singing.

Work seemed to drag for Darien. He had to catch up on a lot that he missed yesterday and what he needed to get done to leave early today. Even with all of his work he still couldn't get his mind off of what waited for him at home. He was worn out by the time he entered his apartment. Loud music filled the rooms, bouncing off the walls with beautiful melodies. Lisa must be playing her music again. This time she had it WAY too loud. He followed the source to the living room to find both Lisa and Richard standing watching Serena's back as she swayed over the keys of his piano. Upon seeing him, they both straighten up and walked away, but he barely noticed. He was too busy watching Serena. This was nothing compared to when she was playing in her apartment. Maybe she felt the need to fill the entire apartment with music. She was singing a song he had never heard before, but that wasn't saying much. Her voice bellowed out of her tiny body, which her voice did not fit her looks. You would never expect such a big voice out of such a small woman.

You only know what I want you to
I know everything you don't want me to
Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine
You think your dreams are the same as mine
Oh I don't love you but I always will
Oh I don't love you but I always will
Oh I don't love you but I always will
I always will

I wish you'd hold me when I turn my back
The less I give the more I get back
Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
I don't have a choice but I'd still choose you

Oh I don't love you but I always will

Oh I don't love you but I always will
I always will

I always will

It was such a hauntingly beautiful song, it hung in the air of his apartment like a ghost. He felt the sudden need to hold her like she might disappear.

Arms startled her as they wrapped around her shoulders in a hurried need. A warm breath whispered in her ear.

"Don't you know any happy songs?"

"Okay Mr. Picky, why don't you play something? And don't tell me you don't play, Richard already gave you up!"

"So you got chummy with my staff today huh?"

"Don't change the subject. Sit!"

"As the lady commands!"

He sat next to her and tentatively touch a few keys here and there. Then lunched himself into Beethoven's 5th symphony. His long fingers stretched across the keys in slightly stiff movements but they grew loose as he warmed to the piano. She had learned this piece in college but she could never play it as well as he was now. She noticed Richard and Lisa were standing a few feet away with shocked looks on their faces. Probably due to the sight of their boss playing. Richard had told her that Darien use to play, his mother taught him. But after her death, he hadn't touched the piano since. Darien stopped playing and looked at her as if to say something but small applause from behind grabbed both their attentions. Darien gave Richard and Lisa leave for the night and after a small click from the front door, they were alone. He turned to her again.

"This piano was my mother's", his fingers were still on the keys, plucking out chords here and there.

"She taught you didn't she?"

"Ha, is there anything you didn't pry out of Richard?"

"I didn't have to pry. We had a lovely conversation!"

"Yes, she taught me to play. I haven't played much since she died. My father was going to throw this piano away, at request of wife number three, but I saved it. I just couldn't bare the thought of losing this part of her, you know?"

"...That piano in my apartment was my foster parents'. They left it to me along with the money that bought that apartment. It makes me feel like they are still here, cheering me on and supporting my dreams."

He kissed her. It was a kiss that wasn't lustful or wanting although it was full of passion. It was more like a thank you; thank you for understanding or thank you for sharing this with me. It was short but held a lot more weight to it then their previous kisses.

They ate dinner in the kitchen. Darien made spaghetti with meatballs but she ate around the meatballs since beef still seemed to make her stomach turn. Darien picked on her when she managed to get sauce on her nose. So it was his own fault when she tricked him into leaning in close, and putting sauce on his cheek.

"I can't believe you just did that!"

"Now whose a messy eater!"

She ran knowing full well he was going to try and get her back. He wiped off the sauce and followed suit. She had a head start but his legs where longer. He scooped her up from behind and held her tight as she squealed and giggled. Then he buried his face in her neck placing kisses along it.

"This doesn't seem like pay back!"

But she spoke so soon when he clamped his mouth over her shoulder which was held tight by his grip and gave her a very large and very red love bite. She wriggled in an attempt to loosen herself but it was no use, he had her.

"Darien! That's going to take weeks to get rid of!"

"And now you will think twice before going up against me!" he said as he set her down and walked back to his meal.

Darien moved to the living room after dinner with a book. Serena sat next to him and flipped through the channels of his very large TV that took up most of the wall in his living room. Finally, she found a movie that didn't suck too much, but she still found that watching Darien was more entertaining than her flick. He wasn't paying her any attention, he was deeply engrossed in his book. She read the cover and almost fainted. He was reading War and Peace. And it was either an used copy or he had read it more than once. She barely made it through the first time, how could someone read it more than once. She redirected her attentions to the screen as the feme fatal began to seduce the hero. The feme was wearing a slinky little outfit that did wonders for her figure. It gave Serena an idea. She gave Darien the excuse of going to the bathroom, not like he was paying much attention anyways, and slipped off the couch to the bedroom.

I guess if Darien picked these out, he must want to see me in them, she rationalized as she took in her appearance. She had picked a black lace teddy that fit to her like a second skin. Her first skin peeked through the lace so she wore a black, matching bra and panties. The panty set was sexy on it's own. Her boobs never looked better! It had irked her at first, but now she was glad Darien had brought over her black strappy heels. They were part of her Halloween costume several years ago when she went as sexy cop that Mina begged her to dress as. The night ended with her getting groped so many times she had bruises on her ass making her swear to never go out with Mina on Halloween again. The straps criss-crossed and wrapped up her shins. They weren't that comfortable but she didn't expect to have them on long. She pinned her hair up with a pencil that she found for a dramatic affect she would add later and walked out as quietly as she could.

She leaned up against a wall in front of him till he happened to look up. Which once he did, he had to do a double take. This was the reaction she was hoping for! She had expected him to rush up to her and sweep her to the bedroom, but instead he just sat there staring at her. Had she done something wrong? When he still just sat there with a dumb look on his face and her feet started to hurt, she decided to make the second move since her first didn't seem to inspire much. She did her best to slowly, strut over to him, took and closed his book, and straddled him. Gently removing his glasses and setting them to the side, she read his face. He looked like he was in stock. 'What was the deal? He had seen her naked! What difference does a teddy do?' She pulled the pencil out of hair and shook it loose, then started to undo the buttons on his shirt. When she had the shirt open and pulled out of his pants, she pushed the material aside and off his body. He just watched her, not saying or moving a muscle. 'I guess I have him in a trance, that's a good thing I right?' She then worked on his pants but could only get so far as undoing them with him sitting. She could tell he wanted her, it was literally popping up and saying hello itself. But he still sat motionless except for hi eye which followed her every move. She traced her hands over his shoulders and up the back of his neck till they rested at the nape of his neck holding his head tilted up towards hers. When she sunk her mouth to his, he came back to life. Arms wrapped around her back, hands resting on her hip and shoulder as he pulled her deeper into the kiss. The kisses didn't speed up like she expected. There was no hesitancy to them. They were more like the kiss they had at the piano. He slowly lifted them up just so he could remove his pants. He sat underneath her completely naked while she still had her teddy and heels on. She pulled away from his kiss and matched his speed as she slowly lifted the teddy over her head leaving her in the black bra and panties. She slowly slipped the straps down and un-clipped the bra tossing it to the growing pile of clothes. He watched her, never taking his eyes off of her face. Pulling her in he gently kissed her neck and chest as they pressed together warm and wet against hard and hot. A groan escaped her lips as he sucked and nipped at her skin. He reached around and grasped her buttocks giving them a a gentle squeeze pushing her harder into his erection. She groaned again even louder. With one hand flat against her back and the other on her butt he grabbed one side of the back of her panties, pulling it to the side freeing her lower skin. He pushed her back and he slid in causing him to groan. This is when, she figured he would pick it up. He held her tight to him as they rocked back and forth together slowly. His face was pressed against her chest and he panted into her flesh. Her arms wrapped around his neck a her body racked with pleasure. She felt it building inside her, the warmth growing below her stomach and spreading across her body. She lifted her head up to the sky and he squeezed her tightly as the climaxed together, both screaming out their ends. Sated and tired, she slumped against him. His arms around her and still inside her, he kept her from falling over and put gentle kisses over her hot flesh. They sat there in each others arms unmoving till they had caught their breaths.

She pulled back and looked into his eyes. Her face was flushed form their love making. When she entered the room, he felt like it was a dream. He was afraid to move for fear he would wake. But now as he held this angel in his arms he didn't want to ever let go. He brushed her hair out of her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. He removed his shoes carefully with his feet to out disturb them out of their bliss and wiggled his pants the rest of the way off. The leaned back so he could take in her beauty better, but she tried to shy away from his gaze. Pacing his hands under her buttocks, he rose with her still attached to him and carried them both to the bedroom.

He loved that she was so insatiable, he would make love to her all night if he could. He placed her on the edge of the bed and stood in front of her. Her legs where wrapped around his waist and her hands moved over his chest. He slowly helped her lower her body to the bed and he removed her last stitch of clothing, her panties. She stared at him with fear and anticipation as he graciously took in the sight in front of him. For several minutes he was able to look at her, all of her without her hiding. He pulled her back up onto him and carried them both all the way onto the bed. Taking his time, he made love to her again.

Well I hope that was worth the wait! Next chapter coming super soon since I made you guys wait for this one!