Sessediz

Rated M: Language and love scenes

D/S

Decided to put a second chapter out there… I'm more focused on my other two Sailor Moon stories but this one is nice to write when I need a break from those two. Please let me know what your thoughts are on this story as it's a bit different than what I normally write. After that, please venture over to Do More Than Just Exist (supernatural and gothic story) and Outside the Walls (olde Medieval world and pirates).

Darien Shields:

"Damn, Serena," I managed to say, out of breath from our second go. We still hadn't made it to my bedroom on the second floor of the apartment I shared with Andrew and I watched her quivering body on the landing of the stairs, paying close attention to the sweat beads on her chest. "You—you're amazing."

Her stilled eyes flickered open and rested on me. "I could say the same about you. Who would've thought that Darien Shields would be such a good fuck," the corners of her mouth turned up. She pushed her chest upward and pressed a hand to her back, "Not the best position to be stuck in when someone is insistent in making me scream."

"Well, my apologies. Can I make it up to you?" I grinned, "My bedroom is much closer now."

She glanced behind her to see the last few steps before the short hallway. "Let's hope my legs still work," she teased as she pulled her curved body up and began the short trek to my room.

"Looks like I have a new goal for this round," I grinned widely as I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. I turned around and reached for the light switch to dim it down to a soft glow.

"Of course you have a dimmer," she remarked.

I crawled onto the bed over top of her, "Do you not?"

"No, my roommate and I have those old clapper things. You know, from the 90s infomercials?"

"Mm," I turned her jaw to the side and began to trail wet kisses down her neck and collarbone. She moaned softly at my touch which only encouraged me to travel lower. Serena gasped as my mouth stopped at her breasts and began flicking my tongue over the pink skin.

"Darien," she moaned again, running her hands through my hair. I felt my scalp sting when her grip tightened but decided to not relax my ministrations. "Oh, Darien."

"Serena," I breathed as I felt her fingers searching for me. Her mission was a quick success and I momentarily froze from the feeling. Most women I have been with focused on moving their hands up and down but Serena… Serena's finger tips were attentive to the underneath of the head. Where did she learn to do that; I wondered, almost jealous.

It was virtually a challenge, sleeping with her three times in one night, because it required us to be more creative, inventive and resourceful. Had we been a couple for a while, I'm sure that both of us would have ventured to the internet for ideas, depending on how dedicated we were to keeping the heat up.

But Serena… she surprised me. Her knowledge far surpassed what I thought that girl back in high school could ever achieve. As I thrusted into her one last time with my release, I almost felt regret for everything that had happened back then.

It was 3 a.m. when we pulled away to move under the covers and I didn't wait for her to fall asleep to put my arm around her protectively. Something about these last few hours with her awakened an old feeling in me. I felt like I was in high school again; a douche-y albeit attractive jock on the basketball team that sought to cause little bits of mayhem in the school and town. Serena was the lazy but caring teenaged girl with an addiction for milkshakes, Chris Brown and visiting the local arcade.

The thing was that those days were over. My emotion towards this woman before me was reminiscent of someone she obviously was no longer. Serena Tsukino was living in New York City with her own business; thriving and sexy and mature. And that car…, I thought. How can she afford such an expensive car?

I was willing to accept that Serena had made something of herself but those Rovers cost tens of thousands of dollars. My eyes moved to look at her gentle, sleeping face. Maybe she's a part of a high-end escort business in the city? It would explain the money and her business expansion was vague. She didn't want to talk about it with me… was it because we were in public? I trailed a finger over her jawline and I contemplated the legitimacy of that thought because, in all honesty, I never figured Serena to have such sexual prowess in bed.

The incessant ambience of the city was nothing new to me but I struggled to fall asleep that night, wondering if this was just a one night occurrence with my high school fling or if I could convince her to have a repeat night with me.

Serena Tsukino:

Rays of sunlight peered through the window as my eyes slowly adjusted to being awake. I remembered a night of love-making but had almost forgotten who with until I turned to my left to see him.

"Oh!" I pulled the sheets to my chest for some privacy before recalling all the things we had done during the night. He reached his hand to his face to wipe the sleep off before making eye contact.

"Good morning. Did I startle you?"

I looked forward towards his closet, my face red with embarrassment. I slept with Darien Shields. I slept with Darien Shields. "Uh, um, no."

"You don't sound so sure, Sere." Darien placed a hand on my raised shoulder, "Come here a second." I hesitantly obliged and felt encased in his body as he whispered in my ear, "Last night was terrific."

I smiled nervously, though he couldn't see me, "Terrific? What are you; a second grade teacher?"

Darien seemed to purr in my ear. "You know, I heard that song a couple of months ago and thought of you."

"Which song?"

"Bored to Death," I felt his arms tighten around me. "That song seems almost perfect for you; the seventeen-year-old running away from home and all."

"I don't think that's the meaning."

"Oh? Got a better interpretation?"

I giggled within his hold, "Their dating, Darien, and they've been dating since seventeen. Now he's 'bored' and wants out of it." Darien didn't respond right away, perhaps trying to recall the lyrics for proof. "But it's just an old song; don't read much into it."

"What have you really been up to the last six years?" I was stunned by his question, though we had done a lot of catching up the night before. He released me from his hold and moved over top of me. "Come on, Serena. You just popped back into my life, in New York of all places. You didn't think I'd be curious how you're 'making it' on the other side of the country?"

"Well, it's not like I'm selling drugs," I gabbed back. I used to tease Darien for being on the doctor track, now something he obviously decided against. In my own words I told him that doctors these days were turning into pill pushers faster than a neighborhood widower trying to make ends meet.

"Seriously, though," he brushed a hair from my face, "tell me about your work. I know you want to rub it in my face."

Truer words have not been spoken, Mr. Shields. Though he felt he had a part in it, I didn't want to let him know just how much of his actions caused me to get where I was today. His insults, his constant wavering on how he felt about me, not standing up to his parents… it's what drove me mad enough to leave and prove him wrong. Darien, however, would not see it that way. Oh, no. He would take credit for making me who I am and would say that I should thank him for what happened that summer.

"I run a restaurant in Brooklyn, actually," his ears seemed to perk up at that. "We just got a new location yesterday and that's why I was celebrating with the girls. Lita, my roommate, is the head chef."

"Which was she?" he placed a hesitant kiss on my shoulder.

"Brunette. Raye and Mina, black hair and blonde respectively, are our friends that we made when first moving to Brooklyn. They've been very supportive in our business venture." Darien no longer held eye contact with me but he didn't seem perturbed, that is, until I answered his next question.

"Sounds like a good set up you have going on. What's the name of the place?"

"Moon Rise."

Without missing a beat, Darien's eyes shot up and narrowed. His body tensed and I wasn't sure if I should read this reaction as arousal or anger.

"You're the other buyer?" he began fuming. "You're the one that bought the place on 96th?"

I furrowed my brow, "What do you know of it?"

"I am the CEO of Atraxis Fiore, what do you think?" he jumped off of the bed, still nude from our night together, and began pacing. "This just figures; I cannot seem to catch a break. First I miss the meeting with Starlight Realty, then Rita leaves me, I lose the deal and then you come back into my life…" he trailed off.

I threw the covers off and stood up as well, "What does me being here have to do with anything? If I remember correctly, you were pretty thrilled to have me in your company last night." I tried to focus on his face but my eyes descended to his abs that connected to that tight V-shape of his hips. When I regained my focus he was smiling.

"And I could say the same about you. It's funny, after last night I was beginning to think you were a call girl looking for a lay she didn't have to count on her timecard."

I took a step back. Did he really just say that? "You think that I'm a prostitute just because I surpassed you with my expertise?" Suddenly he looked hurt, like I had damaged his ego. Serves you right.

"Serena, get out," he said flatly. In a huff, I began looking for my clothes around the room before recalling that we had first stripped down by his kitchen table. "They're downstairs."

I glared at him before heading out of the room. It was my own personal blessing that the layout of his apartment was so simple so that I didn't have to confront him again. I picked up the discarded suit, my heels and found my handbag by the door. Once they were properly adjusted on me, Darien had emerged on his steps, now donning a navy robe.

Before leaving, I had one last thing to say to that man. "You still haven't changed," I almost didn't follow through but I knew I had to; he was just asking for it, "Jockstrap."