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Jadeite chuckled and asked, "So Darien did you have any new fun dreams last night?"
Darien rolled his eyes, he made the mistake of telling him about his dreams one day and now Jadeite always asked for updates. He didn't want to tell him about them. They were intensely personal to him, and Darien felt they must expose his desires. There was something about putting your fantasies out there for someone else to judge that he deeply hated.
"Shut up, Jadeite, he isn't going to tell you." Nephrite pointed out.
Jadeite sighed, "I'd tell you."
"Ugh! We know, and we would prefer you kept your personal brand of kink to yourself." Zoisite said.
They all chuckled; it was true. Jadeite definitely over shared. Darien had heard way too many fantasies that Jadeite had of the priestess at the local shrine. If only he were as bold in real life as he was in his sexual fantasies, then maybe he would have asked her out by now.
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"Ha, ha. The good news is that I managed to get a job at the shrine. I will be staying in a room there and helping out. Maybe she won't be able to resist me and sneak into my room one night." Jadeite announced.
"Great. Jadeite got a job so she can sexually harass a priestess. I don't see this going well." Nephrite said and leaned back in his chair. "Doesn't she see visions in the fire? Maybe she will see what a pervert you are and push you in it."
"At least that would mean she was touching me." Jadeite countered. "Not all of us can have a girl like Mina. Kunzite was all set to come here and she called. I don't even blame him. She probably has him tied to her bed by now." Jadeite then paused after hearing yet another text notification, turned to Andrew, and said, "And who in the world keeps texting you? I keep hearing your notifications go off. Everyone you know is here. Did you get some girlfriend we don't know about?"
Andrew rolled his eyes and said, "If I did get a girlfriend, I wouldn't tell you. I don't need your speculations about my sex life." He shook his head and said, "It's Bunny texting me. She's telling me about this guy who just hit on her. He used the stupidest line."
"Ah Bunny, how is she?" Zoisite asked.
Andrew replied, "She's acting weird, but she's doing well. She is evasive lately when I ask how her classes are going. I don't know what to make of it."
Nephrite nodded and said, "With a name like Bunny, she can't be that popular. I am sure school can be very hard."
"That's not her name," Andrew replied. "I've called her that since she was about four. She used to carry a stuffed bunny around with her all of the time. She's really popular."
Jadite said, "To be honest, I would have guessed that wrong too. You always talk about how sweet she is. That isn't a way guys usually talk about popular girls."
"Because the popular girls are usually bitches," Zoisite stated matter of factly. "Like at our school."
Darien nodded, "He has a point there."
Ding.
"If you aren't dating Bunny, maybe you should. She sure texts you enough to be your girlfriend." Nephrite commented to Andrew.
Andrew shook his head and said, "She is texting me about how a guy just used a pick-up line and claimed she was his soulmate. She said she actually laughed in his face." Andrew shook his head and texted her back.
"Girls eat that stuff up. Not the bad pick up lines, but the soulmate thing." Jadeite clarified.
Andrew shook his head, "Not this girl. She stopped believing in soulmates a while ago. Some fortune-teller told her she had a soulmate when she was in middle school. She was so excited. She later went back and found out details about him. She was pissed. She never told me what the woman said, only that he couldn't possibly exist. That's when she stopped believing in them."
Zoisite shrugged, "It's probably good for her in the long run. It will keep her from falling for some guy who feeds her a line. It's not like any of us believe in soulmates."
Andrew stayed quiet; he knew for a fact that Darien did. He believed the woman from his dreams was the perfect woman. He shunned every other girl he ever met because she wasn't her. Andrew fully expected Darien to stay single his whole life because of it. No one dreamed of the perfect woman and found her.
Ding.
Andrew looked down at his text messages and started laughing, "Listen to this! A guy really asked if she believed in love at first sight. She said no, and he told her he could walk by again." Another text notification came in, and he smiled and read it out loud, "Her reply to that was to say she wanted to see what sex was like after her sex-change. That got him to leave."
Everyone was laughing at that.
Zoisite said, "You should tell her to move to Tokyo. She sounds like she would get along with us all really well."
"We could have a mascot!" Nephrite said.
Darien rolled his eyes, "Is that a joke based on her name being Bunny?"
"It was funny. It's not my fault you have no sense of humor. Hey, we could kick Darien out of the group and invite her in. She can be one of the guys!" Nephrite said.
Andrew just chuckled; there was a reason why he hadn't shown any of his friends a picture of Serena. She was like a little sister to him, and he didn't want to hear their reactions to her. Objectively he knew she was incredibly sexy.
Ding.
Andrew barked out a laugh and said, "All the text says is, 'Can I follow you where you're going right now? Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams!'" He shook his head.
"Why does she stay at the disco? I would think she would leave if they were on her nerves." Darien said.
Andrew chuckled and said, "You would think that she would be somewhere like that, wouldn't you. She is at the bookstore, buying manga."
Ding.
Andrew burst out laughing and said, "She really just hit that guy with one of the books she just bought. She's ticked that she cracked the binding." He read the next text and said, "Ha! She's making him buy her a new one."
"I have five dollars on the fact that he will write his phone number inside the cover of the book," Zoisite stated. "It's the best way to hit on a girl at a bookstore."
Jadeite shook his head, "And you are the only one here who has ever done that. Nerd."
"Nerd, with a date next week." He countered.
Jadeite's eyes grew large, "Wait, you have a date?!"
"Yup." Zoisite said, "She is smart, cute, her name is Amy, and I won't introduce you to her."
"Smart man," Darien said.
Zoisite smiled at him in acknowledgment and said, "Okay, who's taking my bet?"
Jadeite sat up straighter, "I'll take it."
Eight minutes later, Jadeite was handing Zoisite five dollars.
"Weird, Serena is asking where I am right now. Mind if I give her your address, Darien? She said she was trying to picture where all of my friends live." Andrew said.
Darien shrugged and told him to go right ahead. What did he care if Bunny had his address?
Ding.
Andrew furrowed his brows and stood and walked to the door. "She said to open your door."
They all listened as he made some strange, happy noise and said, "Bunny, what are you doing here?"
"I moved here," was the reply from the yet to be seen, girl. "Remember when I told you there was that great manga you should read? Well, I just bought the first few for you. Jokes, on that Chad guy, I made replace one. You are going to be the one with his number. I wonder if you're his type. You should call and find out." She paused and said, "Am I not invited inside? Maybe I shouldn't have come. Is this an orgy?"
Darien chuckled to himself; this girl sounded really witty.
They heard Andrew laugh and reply, "No, I guess you can come in. There was just a reason I haven't introduced you to my friends."
"Are they imaginary?" The faceless voice said.
Jadeite yelled, "Come in, we already see you as one of the guys."
Andrew stepped into the living room and said to Jadeite, "You will regret those words." He was shaking his head.
Serena stepped in, and everyone's jaw dropped. The girl they had known as Bunny for years turned out to be a blond-haired, blue eyed goddess with long legs.
Darien's whole world came to a slamming halt, and he could no longer hear his friends that were in the room with him. All he could focus on was her entering the room with a sweet smile on her face and a blush on her cheeks. She looked perfect. She was his dream woman. This was Bunny?
She turned, smiling at the whole room, and her smile faltered just the slightest bit when her eyes met his. He didn't know what to make of her reaction. This beautiful woman was now in his apartment, for real this time.
Jadeite said, "So, you're hot, and you don't believe in soulmates. I think we are perfect for each other."
She rolled her eyes, "Well, that isn't the worst pick up line I've ever heard. You get points for creativity. Sadly, I don't go out on dates based on partial credit."
Nephrite burst out laughing and said, "You are great. We already wanted to make you part of our little group here. We'll be great friends."
Serena walked over and sat on the couch and looked at Zoisite, and said, "I recognize you." She held up her hand and closed her eyes. "Yes! That's it. You are the one who is going on a date with Amy. You hit on her at a bookstore. You look even cuter than the photo she snuck of you."
"You know her?" Zoisite asked, surprised.
"Yea, we were friends when I was younger, and when I moved away, we stayed close. We talk all of the time." Serena said.
Darien realized he had yet to say anything. He was half-paralyzed out of despair. She didn't believe in soulmates, and she had heard every dumb pick-up line. How was he supposed to get her attention if she was opposed to it? Crap. He was already floundering.
They all joked and laughed for a couple of hours after that. Periodically Darien noticed her glancing at him and looking more and more nervous. He realized that it was his apartment and he barely spoke to her. Maybe she felt unwelcome.
He just couldn't talk to her when the last thing he remembered from the night before was her lips on his cock, sucking him off. And that was not the thing to think about right now. He had to shift to hide his boner. He didn't know how to look her in the eye. And if he did, would she be able to tell he wanted her, desperately.
A bit later, Zoisite commented that it was getting late. Everyone got ready to head out. Darien noticed Serena messing with her phone, and she looked up and said, "Darien, do you mind if I wait here? I am getting a ride back to my place since it's dark. They are going to be here in ten minutes."
He tried to look casual when he told her it was okay. He was feeling fortunate at the moment. He would be spending time alone with her in his apartment. Maybe he could flirt with her when the guys weren't there to watch, especially Andrew and his brotherly feelings. Now he had to try not to shove the guys all out the door so he could have extra alone time with her.
Darien closed the door and quietly locked it after his last friend left. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. He had to get himself together. He silently commanded himself to go in there and be charming. Easier said than done.
He walked in, and she was leaning back on the couch with her legs crossed in front of her with a sexy smirk on her face. He realized he was toast. He couldn't get any intelligible words out, not now. Her shorts were riding up and giving him an even better view of her legs. Her breasts were perky, and he just wanted to touch them. He shook his head, continued the rest of the way into the room, and sat on a chair near her.
"So, after all of this time, you actually exist," she said, startling him. He didn't know what to say, so he stayed silent. She sat there as if waiting for something for a while. She then sighed and said, "Nevermind. I assumed… Forget it." She stood and picked up her purse, "I'm going to head out."
"What about your ride home?" he finally managed to speak. Oh, shit. He needed her to stay. He wanted more time with her.
He watched despair fill her eyes and said, "I thought I recognized you, but I guess I was wrong. I can wait downstairs."
He heard her mutter to herself, "Foolish, foolish girl. You knew the truth already. He's not yours."
Damnit if that wasn't exactly what he needed to hear to get him to speak up. "Wait! Please wait. I know you. I dream of you. Please tell me I'm not the only one who feels that there is something between us."
She paused and turned around, "You dream of me?"
Screw pride right now, he thought. "Yes, every night since I was little. As I got older, my dreams became… more mature. But it has always been you, every night of my life."
She closed her eyes and said, "She meant Andrew when she said, brother."
"What?" he asked.
She looked at him and said, "The fortune teller said that my soulmate would be my brother's best friend. My blood brother died three years ago." she replied. "It's why we moved out of Tokyo, to get away from all of that pain."
"I'm so sorry to hear that. I don't know what to say. My parents died when I was six, and I don't remember them." he replied.
"Seems like we both have some deep sadness in our past. Why don't we put that aside for now and focus on being happy for tonight," she said as she walked towards him.
Darien shook his head at her and stepped back. "There isn't any 'for tonight' in this for me."
She looked puzzled at him and nodded, "I… okay. I'll go."
She turned to leave, and he grabbed her wrist and turned her around to face him again, "This is all or nothing for me. I want you to stay, but you would leave here my girlfriend, which would be it for me. You are it for me. The dreams of you have been happening as far back as I can remember. I won't let you go once you are mine. If you want out, leave now."
"And if I want it all, if I want you?" she asked.
He took two steps towards her and closed the gap between them. He ghosted his fingers down her cheek. Whispering in her ear, "Then stay and be mine, and I'll be yours."
She dropped her purse on the coffee table and smiled up at him. "Then I stay."
"When does your ride pick you up?" he asked her. A feeling of dread crept over him; he didn't want her to leave. He wanted more time with her.
She gave a sassy smile and said, "I lied about a ride so I could hang back here and talk to you."
He smiled at that and then asked, "When do you have to go home?"
She shrugged and said, "I live by myself. I wanted to come back to Tokyo, and my parents weren't ready yet. They knew Andy would watch after me."
"Andy?" Darien smirked.
"Hey, he calls me Bunny." was her reply.
"So, we're soulmates," he stated. "What does that mean for us?"
She answered with, "So what kind of 'mature' dreams were you having?"
"They aren't really something you lead a conversation with," he said.
She smirked and replied, "So they were that sexy, hun?"
"Yes."
"What if I asked nicely?" she asked in a seductive tone.
He ran his fingers nervously through his hair and said, "Last night's involved a blow job, okay?"
He expected her to be shocked and grow quiet. He knew from Andrew that she was sweet and kind. This vixen looking at him at the moment was not at all what he thought would walk through his door. He was quickly learning to change his expectations of her; the look in her eyes sent his blood south.
Her smile slipped off her face suddenly, and she said, "Is finding out you are my soulmate enough. You've been dreaming of me for years, but" she looked down and sighed.
He lifted her chin and said, "It's enough. I waited for you." He paused, and he didn't think that was sinking in. "I haven't been with or even dated anyone else. I was okay waiting my whole life for you to come along."
She smiled up at him with a sparkle in her eye and said, "Part of me really never gave up hope that you existed. I felt so silly for believing in soulmates even a little bit, especially after…" She took a deep breath and said, "I have dated, but I haven't had anything more than a kiss from a guy."
Darien bent down and whispered in her ear, "I'll just have to make you forget them all." He then leaned in and kissed her with all of the pent up passion he had been holding onto for years. The benefit of dreaming of her every night was that in them, he knew what she liked. He hoped that since she was real, her likes were too. He wanted to be able to please her.
"Are you sure you haven't been kissing a lot of women? That was amazing," she said with a breathy voice.
"I have been kissing you every night for years. Apparently, I have learned a bit about what you like," he replied.
"What else do I like?" she asked playfully.
He froze and grew nervous, "I… I mean, I guess I'm not sure in real life. I was just saying that I have been dreaming of kissing you." He didn't want her to have expectations that he failed to fulfill.
Serena rolled her eyes at him and smirked, "I think you need to relax a bit. I have a sexy man telling me that he wants me, and only me. I think you can expect this to not end up PG-13 by the end of the night."
Darien's eyes dilated, and he stared at her. He then pinched himself and smiled when it hurt. "Literal girl of my dreams standing in my apartment at night saying things like that. Yea, I had to make sure I'm not dreaming. Again. Waking up, turned on every day is a bitch."
He narrowed his eyes and said, "What else makes you so sure that I am your soulmate? I believe it, but why do you?"
"Hot guy with a really nice apartment, who am I to argue with the red string of fate?" she smirked at him. He looked at her so earnestly she said, "Fine. The real reason I was able to believe it was because the fortune-teller told me he would be the only man who could take my breath away. I haven't ever had it happen before you. I dated, and they were objectively handsome, but I was never attracted to them. When I saw you, it was like I had been waiting for you my whole life. Cheesy, I know."
"I don't find it cheesy at all. I felt my whole world narrow to just you the moment I saw you," he replied.
"I don't have to be anywhere in the morning. No one is expecting me." was her reply to that statement.
He smirked, "Would you like to stay the night?"
She nodded, and he took her hand and gently pulled her towards his bedroom. He said, "Tell me if you want to stop at any point. I want you so much right now, but I don't want to do anything that you aren't willing to do."
"What if there are things that I do want you to do," she asked him playfully.
His eyes grew darker. "By all means, tell me them then. I want you to feel free to tell me what you like and don't like. I want to be able to please you." he said as they reached his bedroom.
She stopped in the doorway and said, "Wow, your bedroom is amazing!"
He pulled her in gently and sat her down on his bed, and said, "Now my bedroom looks perfect."
She raised one eyebrow at him and said, "Then just you wait until you see me in it naked."
"I meant what I said before. I don't have any condoms," he admitted timidly. He never had reason to buy any.
"Then let me go get my purse. My friend insists I carry some at all times just in case I need them. I will have to remember to thank her later." she said.
Darien smiled and went and got her purse for her. He came back and said, "I already like this friend of yours."
"Good because she is going out on a date with Zoisite soon. Her mom is a doctor, and she stresses the importance of protection," she explained. She pulled out the condoms, put them on his nightstand, and placed her purse down too.
Darien hesitated; he was nervous. She was this perfect girl, and he had her standing there staring at him.
She rolled her eyes and said, "Stop whatever you are thinking. I am flesh and blood, and I want you to touch me. Touch me." She insisted.
He swallowed hard and wrapped his arms around her.
She gave him a sexy smile and said, "Close, but not quite what I meant."
She removed his arms and placed his hands on her breasts, and arched into the touch. She then reached down and pulled off her shirt, and his hands went back to her breasts. He rolled her nipples in between his fingers, and something inside of him just snapped. This was how his dreams went. This he remembered. Her moaning in pleasure from his touch always came next. He wanted that, wanted her.
He let out a low growl and locked eyes with her. The more animalistic side of him from his dreams was asserting himself. Her nipples pebbled, and her arching her back in pleasure was the stimulus he needed. She stared back, almost in a trance. He teased her nipples until he heard her make an incredible sound of pleasure.
He whispered, "I am going to strip every piece of clothing off of you tonight and taste your creamy skin. I want you to let me know what you like. A moan of pleasure will be more than enough to let me know. If you want me to try or do anything, tell me. I want you to teach me how to wring every last bit of pleasure out that you can experience."
This he remembered from his dreams; he could be this man. He wanted to be this man. The one who would desperately chase after her pleasure. The one who could be everything to her. Tonight, he was indeed her lover.
So he stripped off her clothing and touched, kissed, and licked her skin. He held himself back; he wanted it to be about her. He wanted her to feel special. He needed her to feel adored.
She pulled back his comforter and smirked at him, "Black satin sheets. That doesn't sound like the sheets of a man who has refrained from sex."
"In every dream I have about making love to you. It was on black sheets. I wanted them so I would feel a little closer to you." he replied.
"And there you go making it sweet." She laid down on the sheets and smiled up at him. "They do feel wonderful on my bare skin."
"I don't know how sweet it is to want black sheets to fantasize about you in," he replied. "But I'll take it."
"So these fantasies, what did they include?" she asked.
He stripped off his clothes and said, "Why don't I show you?" He crawled in bed next to her.
She looked at him through her eyelashes and breathed out, "Please, show me."
She then slid her hand down her body, and he stopped her before she could reach her clit. "Let me." He lowered his head and used his tongue and his teeth on her. "You're incredibly wet." He almost purred into her pussy. The vibration from his voice drew more pleasure out of her. She grew even wetter.
That night he learned that his dreams had helped teach him her body and what she liked. He was thrilled that he was able to bring her so much pleasure. He almost preened when she spoke to him after sex, and her voice was rough from screaming. He did that. His inner animal was proud.
She felt like she had collapsed in his arms after sex. She was so wrung out, and every bit of her felt amazing. She didn't even lift her head when she asked, "Tell me that was even half as good for you as it was for me, and I will know you enjoyed that."
He chuckled deep in his chest and said, "Oh, I more than enjoyed that. Even with all of those dreams, I never knew it could be that good." He kissed her damp forehead. "You did agree to stay, right? I know you don't have a change of clothes, but I want you here if you are willing."
"I'm staying." She shifted a bit and settled in his arms. "I don't want to leave right now."
"Good." He paused and said, "What if I gave you some space for your things at my apartment?"
"Already?" she asked.
"Soulmates," he replied, simply. "I have been waiting for you my whole life. Tell me if I am wrong, but you wouldn't have done this or be here if you didn't believe that we are meant to be together for the rest of our lives."
"True," she replied. "I just don't want you to think I am needy."
"No, this is what I need. I need you here," he stated. He pulled her even closer.
"Then I am here, and I will bring some of my things over," she told him. She kissed his shoulder and closed her eyes.
As he fell asleep, his reality was better than his dreams, for the first time in his life.