Blueeyeddevil06 thank you for being my beta.

Ericsookieforever Prompt: How about a request...where Serena works in a cafe and she has to dress up in different sexy costumes and when Darien finds out and sees her, he's both horny and jealous at the same time. That would be fun!

87WW Prompt asking for one of them to take care of the other while they are sick. One that is both sweet and sexy.

I got these two requests and they made me think of the Anime Maid-Sama. So I'm going to combine them and write a version that would work with Darien and Serena and with the prompts.

Darien sat in class and stared at Serena. She was drawing in her notebook instead of listening to the teacher. He rolled his eyes and kicked her desk. "Pay attention." He hissed. She then went back to taking notes. He smiled and focused on the teacher again.

After class, she looked at him and rolled her eyes. "You're really bossy. It's annoying."

"And you're just annoying." He shot back. The class bell rang, and Serena left.

Raye laughed. "Right. She annoys you. Very few people actually believe that." She leaned towards him and whispered. "If you knew what feelings were, you'd realize you have them for Serena. You like her. You're just too emotionally stunted to notice." She then stood and walked out the door.

He rolled his eyes. "You're crazy." He said, long after she could no longer hear him.

His best friend Andrew was packing up his things and started laughing. "She's really not." He shook his head and left to go to his next class.

That evening, as Darien was walking home from the Crown Arcade, he saw a Maid Cafe and looked in. He was shocked to see Serena working there and looking sexy as hell. He stopped in his tracks and watched as the men stared at her. His gut clenched, and Raye's words from earlier that day came back to him.

He quickly decided he could do with another cup of coffee. He was shown to a table in her section and sat down. He watched her serve the other men and jealousy flared deep in his gut. He tried to remind himself that she wasn't his. That fact didn't really matter to him right now.

Serena's smile faltered as she noticed him. She then pasted it back on and walked over to his table. "What can I get you, Master?"

"Coffee, please. Black."

She nodded and went to go get his coffee. She was a ball of nerves. He was so mean to her at school, and now he knew she worked at a Maid Cafe. It was going to be all over the school and be incredibly embarrassing. She poured the coffee.

Darien sat there as she set the coffee down at his table. "Can I ask why you work here?"

"The money. It works with my school schedule, and it pays really well." She blushed.

"You need a job?"

"I'm helping out with the bills at home. My brother is sick, and his medical bills are high."

He nodded and thought about it. He had no clue she was struggling with something in her personal life. He watched her fidget. "What's wrong?"

"Are you going to tell everyone at school?"

"No. This will be our little secret." He smiled at her. He didn't say that no way in hell would he tell anyone else. He didn't want the guys from school seeing her like this. The school uniform hid her body. She was incredibly sexy dressed up like a maid. He was glad the table was there. He was incredibly hard. He wanted her badly. Her breasts looked amazing, and her legs looked like they went on forever. He admitted to himself for the first time, he was crazy about her.

"Thank you. Can I get you something else, Master?"

His cock twitched when she called him Master. He wanted to pull her into his lap and plunder her mouth. What he said was, "No, thank you." His mind supplied that he would then reach up her skirt and see if she was wet for him.

She smiled at him and went back to serving the other tables. He sat there for quite a while and watched her. He desired her, and he wanted to wring the necks of every other man that looked at her. He went and ordered coffee there every day after school.

A week later, they were in class, and he noticed she looked ill. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." She lied.

"You're not fine, you should call in sick today."

"I can't. I need the money. It'll be okay."

He shook his head and didn't say any more. He went to the cafe like normal and watched her. She was obviously struggling. He hated to watch her while she was ill. Half way through her shift, she wobbled a bit. He was up and out of his seat, managing to catch the tray of food before she dropped it and collapsed. He handed another waitress the tray and said, "I'm going to take her home. She can't finish her shift." No one stopped him.

He unlocked his apartment and she said, "They assumed you meant my home."

He smirked. "Oh well, I didn't." He then brought her in his apartment and laid her on his couch. Damn, even sick she looked sexy as hell in that costume laying on his couch. His hand itched to touch her warm skin. He wanted to strip her and… He tried to control his libido. He reluctantly put a blanket over her to keep her warm.

She fell asleep and woke up an hour later, feeling worse. She moaned dramatically, "I think I have the Black Plague." She was shivering under her blanket. Her fever came with chills. She ached all over.

"You don't have the Plague."

"How can you be sure? You aren't a doctor yet. You're not even out of High School."

"You aren't bleeding from your mouth." He pulled her hands out to look at them. "And, your fingers aren't blackened from the death of tissue."

"Darn."

He shook his head fondly. "You want the Black Plague?"

"Death by fever is a lot less cool than death by Black Plague. That sounds better."

"First, you aren't dying. Second, it wasn't cool to the hundreds of millions of people who died of it in Eurasia and parts of Africa."

She groaned. "Nerd."

He chuckled. "You need to drink water." He unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to her.

"Yes, Dad." She took a big drink and gave it back to him.

He put it on the table by her. "I'm not your Dad. I am, however, going to make sure you're okay."

"Why?"

"Because you're sick."

"I mean, why am I here? And, don't say because I'm sick." She huffed.

"I want to help you."

"Why?"

He sat on the floor next to her. "What are you looking for, Serena?"

"I know I'm not dying. I'm trying to make myself laugh by being silly. I feel miserable. I just don't understand why you're doing this."

"What's wrong?" He looked at her with worry in his eyes.

"I don't think I can take your kindness while I'm this sick."

"You can't take kindness?"

"I can't take kindness from the man I'm in love with." She groaned. "Now I'm going to die of embarrassment, not the Plague."

He caressed her cheek. "Silly, sexy Serena. I'm in love with you too. That's why I'm taking care of you."

She beamed. "I'm not feeling as bad anymore."

"I do have a nerd fact I think you'll like." He couldn't help himself, he was keyed up from looking at her body in that sexy costume for a week. His libido was on overdrive.

She looked at him skeptically. "What is it? I'll be the judge."

He blushed. "I probably shouldn't say it."

"Just tell me what it is." She pouted at him and gave him puppy dog eyes.

He couldn't resist her. "A long time ago, doctors used to believe that stimulation of the clit helped heal women."

"Bull. They wanted to believe that. A bunch of dirty old men got to touch virgins that way."

He nodded and laughed. "Yea. Probably."

She closed her eyes to relax and realized what he was actually saying. Her eyes flew open. She wanted that. She gave him a sweet smile. "Well, before we condemn the whole profession, then we should try an experiment. For science."

"What do you want to try, for science?"

"I want you to try and see if stimulating my clit helps me feel any better."

He moaned. "You want me to…"

She pulled the blanket over her head. He heard a muffled "Nevermind."

He yanked the blanket down and off her then put his hand up her skirt on her costume. This was definitely a fantasy he'd had many times lately. He moaned as she parted her legs. He then found her clit and started rubbing on it slowly. He heard a mewl from her and smirked. "Like that?" She nodded and blushed. He then slowly began speeding up the pace. Her breath was getting shallow, and she was moaning. He sped up, and she was rubbing up against his hand. She then let out a loud moan and orgasmed. He stopped rubbing and slid his finger through her wet folds.

"Well, turns out that, if you were my doctor, I'd fake being sick a lot." She smiled. "I do feel a bit better though."

He licked his fingers. "As your doctor, I will have to prescribe you more of that."

She looked at him with lust in her eyes. "I absolutely agree."

He chuckled. "I can't believe you let me do that to you. Serena, I've wanted you for so long." He blushed.

"You did?"

"You saw me in that cafe watching you every day."

She smiled. "I wondered why you kept coming."

"Because I'm a horny guy who wants to look at your sexy body in that sexy costume. I realized that I'd fallen in love with you two days into sitting there."

"Love or lust?"

"Both, really." He caressed her face. "Shit, you're really hot!" He went and grabbed a washcloth to cool her down. "We should call your parents. They're going to wonder where you are."

"They are out of town with my brother. They're taking him to see a specialist."

"You're staying here tonight then. I can't let you go home sick and not have someone there to keep an eye on you. But first, we need to get your fever down."

Darien went and drew her a warm bath. It was going to feel freezing to her, but he had to do it. He then went in, pulled back her blanket, and soaked in the sight of her disheveled costume. His hand slid to her thigh and caressed it. "Are you up for your next treatment?"

She moaned and spread her legs. "Yes, please."

He pulled off her panties, flicked her clit, and got her worked up. He watched her back arch as she laid there. Her head was thrown back, and her lips were slightly parted. "Damn, this is hot!" He exclaimed. He heard her orgasm and pulled back his hand to lick his fingers. He then said, "I need to take off your clothes. I have a bath ready for you, your temperature needs to come down."

She nodded. "It's going to feel really cold, isn't it?"

"Yea, but we have to do it."

She let him undress her, and he struggled to control himself. He wanted her desperately, and he was stripping her clothes off her body. He'd fantasized about that so many times, sitting in that cafe. He then carried her naked to the bath and lowered her in. She squealed when she felt the temperature of the water. He then saw her start to shiver. "Sorry, but your temperature is too high."

"Please touch me while I'm in the bath. I need a distraction, and your hands on me would help."

He nodded and touched her breasts and moaned. "Your wet breasts are literally out of a fantasy." The whole time she was in the bath, he explored her body with his hands.

When the bath was over, he gently toweled her dry and got one of his t-shirts, putting it on her. He then carried her to his bed and tucked her in. "No panties?" She asked.

He shook his head. "I'm not that much of a good guy. I don't ever want you wearing panties when you're in my bed." He felt her forehead. "You're a lot cooler now. I'm so glad."

"Take off my shirt please."

"What!?"

"I'm more comfortable sleeping naked, and I think you would prefer that too."

He pulled off her shirt gently. Really, he wanted to rip it from her body. "When you're better, I'm going to spend hours bringing you pleasure. I want you so much, Serena. You look amazing."

"I'm sick. I can't look that good."

He raked his eyes over her body. "Oh yes, you can."

He then stripped and climbed in bed, lying down next to her. He knew it would be tortue not burying himself in her, but he wanted the feeling of her in bed with him naked. It was a living out of just one more fantasy. He watched her drift off to sleep. He couldn't help himself. At times while she was sleeping, he lifted the covers to look at her perfect breasts.

He spent the weekend taking care of her. He bought her soup when she was feeling well enough to eat, and he fed her himself. When she was feeling really miserable, she would ask him to touch her, and it would get her to moan and distract her from her illness. She smirked eventually. "So, some of those doctors were sick bastards. But, I could see the idea that a girl is expected to be perfectly behaved and never look at boys like that. I need you to do that again."

"For science?" He smirked.

"For science." She agreed.