Sessediz

Rated M: Language and love scenes

D/S

Thank you so much for the reviews (special shout out again to SMSM92 for your dedication!). To answer the big question I've gotten, more about their past will be revealed shortly, through both perspectives of course. We will always look at a situation different than our partner will. And as for the Rover, he (Darien) thought that she couldn't afford it because she hadn't said anything about her restaurant and just assumed it was out of budget for her. Sorry for any confusion!

Annddd so they had beaten that Blink-182 song to death in Tucson and here I am beating this very song here to death in my current location. Prayers for my husband as he tries to understand why there are people like me who use the 'repeat 1' function religiously.

The lyric about the sheet, mattress and roommate in Boulder confuses me… Did she take the sheet or mattress? And who takes a mattress? That's almost gross so I made it the sheets in this chapter.

Please be sure to check out my other Sailor Moon stories Do More Than Just Exist and Outside the Walls. I should have updates for both of those finished soon. Enjoy!

Darien Shields:

It was looking to be a densely foggy morning with rain likely on the way. "Hey," I whispered as I lightly touched her shoulder. I didn't want to wake her up but it was nearing 10 a.m. and I wanted to talk with her before departing.

She yawned and stretched out her left arm as she turned to face me. Miraculously, I was able to avoid her smacking me in the face. "Oh!" she realized, "I didn't see you there."

"I figured. Can we talk?"

Serena seemed to start waking up at a quicker pace once I asked that, "I suppose so. What's so important?"

"Nothing really," I stretched out my legs and adjusted myself against her headboard, "I just enjoy talking with you. Soon I'll have to head back to my apartment to get a presentation ready for my work."

Serena also sat up and looked at the clock, "Alright, I have some time. What's up?" She looked around the room and then saw that most of her decorative pillows were on the floor, "Last night was fun."

I grinned, "Yeah, it was. You nearly pulled the sheets off." I gestured to the corner towards her feet and she blushed, "You know, these sheets look familiar," I grasped the fabric covered in small crescent moons and stars.

"Oh? They're not mine, really. I accidentally took them from my roommate when Lita and I moved here to open Moon Rise, but sheets are sheets."

I nodded, "Where'd you two meet?"

"Lita? Back in Boulder; we were both waitresses at that diner I told you about and we had been working out a plan to build our own restaurant. That's why I only saw you for a little bit that weekend; we had a flight to New York to finalize the deal for the current location."

I had been in Boulder with some friends to go rock climbing and snowboarding for the week. A couple of days before we left we were in town and, of all the places in the world I thought Serena Tsukino might be, I was lucky enough to run into her. I thought Lita looked familiar. I had actually wanted to ditch the guys that night hoping to spend more time with Serena but she had told me she had a flight to catch. Instead, I met this other girl and spent my evening with her. That's where I recognize these from; small world.

"But anyways, Beryl was a total bitch to me," my eyes widened, "It was very difficult to get her to pay her half of the bills and she was always bringing in different guys. I mean, I totally get it; be free and have all the sex you want, but some of us need sleep and some of us don't want every guy in the county knowing their home address."

"Did you say Beryl?" It was such an unusual name; the world couldn't be that small.

"Yeah, Meyers. Why?" she sat up, "Don't tell me she went after you too."

I let go of the sheets, weirded out by having sex with two different women separated by nearly two-thousand miles on the same exact sheet set. "I, uh."

"You did, didn't you?" I gulped. That stupid decision with Beryl, who wouldn't stop trying to get a hold of me for another year, better not be the final straw between Serena and I. I should have just stopped there but when an idea pops into your head—

"And you slept with Damon."

She held her breath for a moment, "Y—yeah, I thought we covered that already. I'm not angry with you, Darien. It's not like we're dating. I'm just surprised her charm worked on you." According to you we were never dating… but I guess I also never asked.

"Alright, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

Serena turned to face me and didn't seem to care that she was no longer holding the stolen sheets to her chest, "But you did bring it up. Why?" How could I answer that? "I don't mind that you slept with Beryl, but you mind that I slept with Damon. Did he rub you the wrong way in high school or something?"

If he didn't before this recent revelation, he surely would now. "Uh, yeah. We never got along, you know, basketball players versus the football team." I mimicked small pom-poms, "Who has more team spirit?" I have never told such a lame lie in my life.

"Right," she furrowed her brow and nodded.

"So, do you want to hang out this week?"

Serena's attention turned to her phone that had been on the nightstand, "Hm? Oh, I've got work. And with the new location…" she trailed off.

"Saturday then?"

Her attention was still to her phone, "I'm scheduled this Saturday. I alternate weekend days." Serena looked to me, "How about Sunday?" Geez, that's a long ways off.

"That works. I'll come up with something for us to do."

Serena smiled and then threw the covers off, "Alright. I need to shower and get ready for work. We open at 11:30 a.m. on Sundays."

"What about your car?"

Serena stopped walking and slapped her forehead. "Shit! How am I supposed to get it back now? I have work until six tonight."

An idea graced me and I stood up to stand by her, both of us still appropriately dressed for last night's events, "You could come over after work." I picked up her right arm and placed a few small kisses from the finger tips, to the elbow and then shoulder.

She smiled, "I suppose that I know what that means. But I'll have to be back here later tonight, got it? I have an early meeting with my event coordinator for the grand opening."

"I assure you that it will be strictly business," I teased. Serena's eyes wavered on me for a moment and then she shook herself of it.

"Then I will see you there."

Serena went to go take her shower and I put on my clothes from last night. She told me that I could grab a cup of coffee or some juice before leaving so I made for the kitchen. Her and Lita's apartment was decorated like Tokyo, Spain and the American Tropics threw an international slumber party. The walls were covered in canvas art, photos of them together and trinkets lining the shelves. I hope I get to know this Serena better.

I walked to the kitchen to see the back of a brunette standing in her short, fluffy bathrobe. "Oh, good morning, Darien," she smiled, sing-songing my name.

"Uh, hi, Lita," I tried to smile back as I reached for a coffee mug hanging from the underneath of the cupboards.

"You know, like 'Darien, Darien, ohh Darien,'" she brought her coffee mug to her lips. My face turned red with her comment. "I'm just teasing. So you're Serena's very beneficial friend, I see."

"Uh, I guess so," I placed the pot back down. Did she just imply something about my relationship with Serena?

"Well, I'm glad she has someone like you. The stress of this new restaurant has really been getting to her and she won't let me help more than the little she has required of me." So I'm a stress reliever. "Just be nice to her and don't be angry when she breaks things off in a couple of months."

The fresh coffee was still too hot to drink, so I just held onto the handle, "What are you talking about?"

"I thought you've known Serena for several years now; it's who she is. She doesn't date and she doesn't apologize for her actions. Eventually she'll be finished with you and more on to another," Lita said evenly. She didn't look devious or angry and I felt like I wasn't the first man to receive this short speech from her about Serena.

"What makes you think that I'm not 'the one'?" What the fuck am I saying?

"Even if you want to, you can't be. She's my best friend but I honestly can't see her settling with anyone in the foreseeable future, Darien. If you're already that smitten with her, I would recommend breaking it off now."

Just a few minutes ago I was excited about Serena coming over to my apartment for the evening. Now; now, I wanted an explanation. How could she string me along like that?

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings but it would have hurt more if you slowly found this out on your own."

I decided that there was no use waiting for the coffee to cool, "Thank you for telling me, Lita. Can you tell Serena that I needed to get back?" She nodded and I headed for the door.

Why did I care if Serena was using me? Surely I have done similar things in my years but I never thought that Serena would be a serial dater, or well, whatever. I thought back to something she had said to me when we woke up, I totally get it; be free and have all the sex you want.

So that was how she wanted to play it. She didn't want to be upfront about her intentions so that she could string me, and every other guy she's done this to, along until she'd have her fill. I'm not going to let her get away with that. I decided that when Serena got to my apartment that evening I would make it clear to her that I didn't want to be her toy of the month and break things off like Lita said. I have better things to do with my time.

I got back to the apartment and found Andrew and Ami studying for their next exam. Sometimes I felt so lucky that all I had to deal with was a bachelor's degree that it made me wonder if I would have actually made it through medical school. I whipped up a snack for all of us and began looking over my notes to create an online presentation for the meeting with yet another realty group.

"Forget the building, Darien," I muttered as I poured a mug of coffee.

"What's that?" Andrew asked. I shook my head and made my way to the table again. Around five they both packed up their bags and headed to the library for their weekly study group. "You okay, man?" he asked. "You're not mad at us for bombarding you with Serena yesterday, are you?"

In a way, yes. "Nah, Drew. We had a good time." Andrew smiled and helped Ami carry her books out the door.

I tossed my pen on the table. Yes, it was wrong that she had been using me but what's been done is done. "Wait," I stood up and walked to the window to see the sun reaching the horizon. The rain had dissipated and the clouds glowed with oranges and reds. "Just because I know her game doesn't mean I can't play."

Serena would be off work soon and she would take the train to get here for her car. Two can play, Serena. My plan was simple: Have my own fun with Serena and break things off with her before she could do so with me.

If Lita was so sure that this was how things were going to play out, then it's likely that Serena was always the first one to pull away. I just have to stay in control of the situation.

A couple of hours later I heard our doorbell ring through the apartment. I had changed into a white button down shirt with red pinstripes and the sleeves rolled up to the elbow with a pair of tan slacks. Confident in my attire, I took a deep breath before opening the door to see Serena standing there wearing a mid-thigh length jacket sashed to her waist and her hair in two low ponytails.

"I'm not late, am I?" she smirked. Please tell me she's wearing shorts underneath that; she did not wear that on the subway, did she?

I gulped, "Nope; right on time." Control, Darien… control.

"Is something wrong?" she looked down to her attire, "Is it my jacket? They were out of black by time I got around to buying it. This dark green one was the only color left in my size."

"Uh, no. I like that color, actually."

"Well," she began undoing the sash, "what about this color?" Serena finished opening the jacket to reveal a silky and lacy set in light pink. "Is this suitable?"

"Depends what for," I muttered before noticing her change of expression. If this is going to work I can't tip her off. She came here for some fun and that is exactly what I'm going to give her. I closed the door behind her. "We have the place to ourselves again."

"Good," she walked up to me and connected our lips. Well, this part of the plan won't be too hard. I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me. Her skin was radiating heat like crazy and I couldn't pinpoint why. "I'd like to see some more of these tricks you claim to have."

I glanced at my watch, "When do you need to start heading back?"

"By eleven, is that not enough time?" she tilted her head. I didn't answer her but instead I scooped her up and took her to my room. Once we were inside I let her down and closed the door. Serena shirked off the jacket and I saw the full shape of her lingerie with her two ponytails curving over her breasts. I can't believe she wore that on the subway.

I pressed her up against the door and twirled a section of her hair through my fingers. After moving to kiss her jawline I reached down and pulled her up on top me, using the door to support us. Serena put her arms above her head, resting her hands on the doorframe. I could feel myself getting more aroused and she started moaning softly in my ear.

"I have an idea," I whispered. "It's not quite sex but I promise it's just as good." Serena looked at me intrigued.

"Alright."

I released her legs and let her slowly descend from the door. "Come," I commanded as I grabbed her hand, leading her towards my bed. "Take that off." I could have done it myself but there's something about being commanded, as well as commanding, in intimate situations and I had the strong feeling that Serena was one of those girls who loved it.

Her mouth curved into a wide smile as she slid the lacy straps off her shoulder and slipped out of the light pink garment. I followed with my own clothes and soon we were both in our customary attire. Looking at her again, I still couldn't believe such a beautiful woman was standing in front of me. Her breasts were firm and hung just a little low on her chest while her stomach was slightly round to match her hips. A wolf in sheep's clothing, no doubt.

"So, what's this idea of yours?" she winked playfully. I motioned for her to join on the bed, both of us crawling over it on our knees.

"Sit down and face me," I instructed, "Spread your legs like this." Serena moved her left leg and I positioned myself in the same fashion, facing her. "Now," I cupped her breasts and teased her lightly, "we resume."

Both of our legs were arched at the knee with hers on top of mine. Serena played along and reached for my hardened arousal as my fingers trailed down her stomach to her core. She gasped loudly when I slid a finger in so I responded by removing it to add another. Her left hand gripped me as she grazed her right hand underneath the head again.

"Darien," she moaned. Without wanting to, I thought again about what Lita said. Serena's obviously been with a lot of men, perhaps even women. Maybe this now explained her stunning skills. I wonder if she'll ever say the wrong name to me.

I glided my fingers in and out of her with my thumb resting just above her entrance. This time around she finished first, but with her legs spread openly, her body leaning back and her hands preoccupied with me, she seemed to struggle with her reaction. Before me was a raw Serena; a woman without practice in what I was showing her. I couldn't help but grin.

She didn't waver on my part and kept her attention on my body. I was now leaning back with my hands on the bed to hold myself up. This, unbeknownst to me, gave her more access. Access which she made great use of as I felt the back of her fingers cradling me below the base.

I jolted up at the touch and looked at her with strained eyes. "Sere—," I breathed. The look on her face was smug and I began to feel bested in my own game. "Ooh," I moaned as I began to reach my peak. Since her legs were overtopping mine, she inched closer so that we were in position for me to enter her. My mind was in a fury and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop her from doing that if it was what her mind was set on doing.

To my surprise, Serena waited in that position as I released out onto her stomach. My body shivered from her continued touch and she beamed, "That was fun." I watched as she lowered her left hand, only the middle digit not pulled into a fist, and she wiped up a small bit of my orgasm from her belly. My eyes followed that finger as she moved it to her mouth and sucked it clean. Making sure that I noticed exactly which one she had chosen for the task, she playfully bit it and said, "Fuck me, Darien."

I pushed her back onto my pillows and ran my hands over her body, not cautious about the mess on her stomach. My mind was enraptured and I didn't care who was winning or if she even realized that I had been viewing this interaction as a sexual challenge. Her fingers danced over my skin as I kissed her hard and long.

My plan hadn't been to sleep with her that night as a test to my own control; a test I had gladly, at the time, failed. Sweat covered us in a light sheen as I drove into her continuously. Serena called out my name as she had done the night before and I secretly hated hearing it; knowing that her passionate cries mirrored those that she had given so many other men. They had all been as captivated with her as I was and it hurt me to know that she didn't care how I would eventually been thrown aside too.

This was Serena Tsukino… the girl I was first too afraid to ask out in eighth grade; the girl I teased because I never thought I'd have a chance with her; the girl that left me alone in Tucson to finish out our senior year and now the woman who would play with my heart like I was a complete stranger.

I couldn't tell her this. She would best me better than her other lovers and I would likely never recover. I almost didn't last time. So I kept on; just thrusting into her like a teenager with only one thing on his mind. I would never tell her and I would do my best to teach her a lesson.

A/N: Don't fret! We'll get Serena's perspective at the beginning of the next chapter, which I am writing right now but I couldn't wait to post this one for you all! Also, Darien's business should be covered more in the next chapter and why it's so important to him.