Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Between You and Me ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Hello hello! It's me again! Haha, I know, great…

I decided to make a fic on sm… so I hope you enjoy it. The first chap is a lil `adutly' just to let you know…

Full Summary- Dr. Darien Shields has never had trouble maintaining his distance with both patients and co-workers…that was until he met Serena moon. All her lifer Serena had wanted to become a surgeon but can she do it when both have an undying passion for each other? One night was all he asked for, both knew, one that makes them hungry for more…

Disclaimer-SM is not mine…nor do I want it to be! If I do, I'll already be in jail. Haha. This story I got it from `Houston, We Have a Problem' by Erin McCarthy so don't sue!

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Chapter 1

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Serena Moon had to stop waving her hot little ass in Darien's face, or he was going to have to slide his hands across it and squeeze.

Which would fall squarely under the heading of sexual harassment. He could see the headlines: State of Florida vs. Dr. Darien Shields. Surgeon fondles resident and loses license.

Sweet little Serena had no idea he was plotting to lick her like cat does cream. She wasn't tempting him with her curvy behind on purpose, so he couldn't really blame her for the detour his thoughts had been taking on a regular basis.

But just how in the hell an orthopedic surgeon could be so damn clumsy was beyond him. And Jesus, was Serena clumsy.

So clumsy that at least six times a day he was subjected to the sight of her bent full over the waist, retrieving something she dropped from the floor. Today was even worse.

They were alone in a semi dark alcove, for the purpose of looking at a patient's X ray, only Serena had done her usual butter finger bit.

The film Serena had been holding had slipped out of her hand, hit the floor, and disappear under the desk next to her. She was now on her knees wiggling around searching for it.

God help him.

No one with a body that lush and womanly should be wiggling on her hands and knee unless she was naked and it was part of a foreplay.

“Whoops. It just jumped right out of my hands, Dr. Shields.,” she said in a cheerful voice.

Darien counted form one to ten and back again until he was in control of himself and his bodily urges. He didn't know what it was about her that had him hiding hard-ons left and right and sweating through three pair of surgical scrubs a day.

She wasn't his type at all. She was on the short side, with an odd hair-cut that made her light blonde hair flip around at gravity-defying angles. When she smiled, twin dimple appeared (so do I:) and she looked about twenty-two. She talked constantly. He heard other staff members affectionately refer to her as a dingbat.

Yet here he was, unable to look away, all too aware that her scrubs were worn thin in strategic places.

“It has to be here somewhere.” She chattered on, her head half under the desk.

“What the…?”

As she pulled her hand backed, Darien saw she was holding a moldy crust of bread.

“Gross.” She flung it down.

Time to leave a note for the housekeeping.

Serena disappeared back under the desk-at least the front of it.

The back half was in full view.

He could see her underwear.

The thin scrubs hid nothing, and the position she was in on her knees pulled then taunt, giving him a clear view of her panties. They were riding up just a little, sliding into the crevice between her cheeks, fitting close and tight. There was a little red lip print stamped on each side of her panties, and he wondered what she would do if he leaned forward and placed his own mouth right on one of those lip prints.

And bit her.

He was fascinated by the full curviness of her behind, and ached all over from the desire to taste her, to cup his hand between her legs and feel her heat pulsing through his fingers.

He wanted to know if there was a matching lip print on the front of her panties. So that if he kissed it, he would feel her soft dewy mound give a little beneath his mouth.

It seriously annoyed him, this edgy uncontrollable desire.

Darien never really had a problem maintaining his professional distance with both patients and co-workers. If anything, he had been accused of being too reserved. Now this one woman, this tiny tornado of smiles and klutziness, had successfully breached his aloofness.

Impatient with his thoughts, he glanced at his watch. How long had she been on the floor? It felt like hours.

“Do I need to come back, Dr. Moon? When can you make your X rays behave?” Vision of making her behave with his hand on her soft bottom flitted through his mind, playing like a porno movie. He meant it to sound like a cool rebuke, but it came out sounding to suggestive.

Either of which seemed to subtle for Serena. She laughed from under the desk, like he was simply teasing her, then gave a little cough.

“Yuck. I think I inhaled a dust bunny.”

Her head reemerged long along to smile at him in reassurance. “Just give me a sec. I'll get it.”

“Really, we can do this later.” Since he had learned just about nothing could hurry her up.

Of course he could brush her aside and get the damn thing himself. But he didn't want to hurt her feelings. Serena always tried so hard to gloss over her gaffes. Plus he was a total masochist who didn't want to deny himself the glorious view of her backside, even though he knew he couldn't, shouldn't- wouldn't act on his lust.

So Darien resented the distraction and cursed himself, but still couldn't tear his eyes away from her, not even long enough to pick up the X ray himself. (I know, I'm making a big deals outta X rays…)

“Almost got it.” She gave him another blinding smile, head cocked to the right as she stretched her hand a little farther.

He out his hands on his hips and reminded himself, again, that getting involved with a resident would be a complete nightmare, no matter how freaking adorable she was,

”I need one of those rubber arms, like Stretch Armstrong, that really weird doll my cousin had when we were kids. Remember that?” she asked him.

He shook him head. Rubber dolls were the least of his problems right now.

“Well, it was kind of cool, in a bizarre sort of way, kind of like molded Silly Putty. What did you play with?”

Darien fought the urge to moan. Serena managed to mix innocence with the lush body, all tossed alongside in her brains and her quirky personality. It was an unusual combination he was finding damn hard to resist.

Especially this room that wasn't really a room, but a very small, very crowded room alcove cut out of the corner in the hallway. Where Serena was just inches away from him.

“When you were a kid, I mean, what did you played with?” She kept feeling around the floor. “Risk? World Domination seems like your thing.”

Should he offended? “No,”

“So what then? Nerf Football? Twister? Chess club?”

He folded his arms and rubbed his chin. He'd forgotten to shave that morning. And the stubble was irritating and itchy. He was well aware that is co-workers had engaged in this ridiculous conversation with him, he would have walked away.

“I played doctor.” Let her figure out what exactly he meant by that. Except that Serena seemed immune to sexual innuendos.

“Here it is!” She pulled the film out and handed it to him. Serena sat backed on her heels and blew her hair out of her eyes. “Oh, well, that makes sense. Like Operation? That game that buzzed if you dropped the body part?”

Darien stared at her as she brushed her knees off. He had read Serena's profile. On paper, she was only a few IQ point short of a genius. In person, she was a chatty, clumsy, sex nymph. Who had his nuts in a knot without even trying.

“Thank you, Dr. Moon.” He took the X ray, shaking a dust ball off it, and wandering just when her residency would be over.

With a little luck, she could leave Crossroad Inlet Hospital for another resident rotation at least fifty miles away, taking her sweet ass with her. Of course, she had just started her second year of residency so it could be a year or two before she left.

Until then, he was going to have to work overtime at pretending she didn't make him go hard by just entering the room. He'd had two rules since he broke things off with his last semiserious girlfriend, Melissa, four years ago. No long-term relationships. No anything with another hospitable employee.

It had worked so far,. He dated casually, and when it was mutually agreed upon, had some no-string-attached sex. Neither of which were done with someone he had to see every day in a professional capacity.

But when he joined the staff at Crossroad Inlet three months ago, he had met Serena. And suddenly his hormones seemed to think rules were meant to be broken.

Taking this position had seemed like a good career move, allowing him to focus on reconstructive orthopedic, and he likes the other doctors in the orthopedic group. It was an intelligent decision and he wasn't going to let one sexy little resident interfere with that.

Holding the film up to the light, Darien focused his thoughts squarely and was pleased to see evidence of his original diagnosis.

“Okay, exactly what I thought. Schedule surgery while I talk to Renee's parent.”

Surgery for the second time on the fifteen-year-old girl didn't thrill him, but Renee had suffered multiple fractures in a gymnastic injury six months prior, and surgery on her ankle had been done in Crossroad.

The injury had healed and Renee had been return home to Crossroad Beach to recover, but she was left with increasing pain and swelling. Darien knew a second surgery was to release scar tissues and remove any bone fragment was the only way to curb a lifetime of deliberating arthritis.

“How soon?” Serena asked. “Within a week.”

“Okay. Not a problem. I'll take care of everything.” A smile danced across Serena's plump lips as she played with the ID badge clip to her waist.

She smiled so much it gave him a headache. No one could be that damn cheerful all the time. (Well, obliviously he met that some:) Yet she was, and damn it, he found that attractive. Everything about her was attractive to him, almost as if he liked her.

At that thought, he shot her a violent scowl.

The ID badge flew off her skirt and hit the floor. “Whoops.”

There was no way that could be sexy, but somehow it was.

Serena leaned down to pick up her badge right as he turn to move out of her way. Her forehead connected with his thigh.

His pants were no thicker than her skirt and he could feel the warmth of her skin brush against him. Hot breath drizzled across his manhood as she gasp in surprise.

Darien took a fast step back. By sheer willpower (those words are suppose to be connected) he prevented an erection from popping up and embarrassing the hell out of both of them.

“Oh, sorry, my fault.” She said, brushing her hair out of her cerulean blue eyes. The movement made her shirt pulled up, exposing a tiny ribbon of pale smooth skin above her waistband.

If he open his mouth, the only thing that would come out would be a primitive growl, so he kept his lips clamped tight.

This time when she started toward the hall, she tripped. Over nothing, from his point of view. But as she stumbled, he reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her.

“Thanks,” she said in a breathless voice, her moist pink tongue peeking from under her shiny teeth as she smile.

If she had any idea how close he was to yanking down her skirt and sliding into her, she wouldn't be smiling.

She would be running.

Or moaning.

Shit.

Darien dropped her arm. “You're welcome.” Annoyed, he turned his back on her to hide the hard-on that he can no longer keep at bay. He stood rigid and listening to her leave the room, her shoes squeaking on the tile floor.

He was never this greedy, this needy, this wanting. It made him feel reckless and vulnerable, out of control.

All feelings he despised.

The first of his rules wasn't one he was about to break. There wasn't ever going to be any women who could entice him into wanting a relationship, or even more than one night. But Serena Moon was well on her way to beguiling him to toss the second rule out the window.

He'd never slept with a co-worker, but then he'd never been this distracted by a women's back-side either. There were a thousand reasons why dating Serena would be a disaster. But the reasons against it dipped down to only several hundred when he thought about just having a quick, burning-hot affair with Serena.

Would an affair be wring? Yes. But so was repairing Mrs. Kansky's kneecap while sporting an erection, which he was not going to have in another minute, since his dick was not at all cooperating and deflating.

Sleeping with Serena wouldn't just be inappropriate, it would also be a mistake, of course.

Darien had made mistake's in his life, though nothing monumental or un fixable, including proposing to his first lover of Jack Daniels-inspired euphoria at age six0teen.

He'd skirted disaster on that one too-and given up alcohol for life-and would on this, too, if he handled it with a little bit of discretion. As long as no one knew and it was just a night or two…

Darien grabbed the film and started towards the door. No. He would not give in to his base carnal urges.

Unless Serena gave him the slightest hint that she was interested.

The he wasn't sure he could stop himself from taking a taste of those lips. All of them.

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“It makes no sense!” Serena said to her friend Amy as she tried to peel back the wrapper on her cream cheese packet. “I mean, why is this happening to me? I can't go within two feet of Dr. Shields without dropping something.”

It only happened when he was in the room.

Left on her own, she was capable and confident. But when Darien Shields approached her with his deep, penetrating stare and towering strength, blood pressure cuffs seemed to jumped out of her hands and to the floor. Scalpels dropped and spun like bottles. Her hands shook, her hips knocked into gurneys and surgical trays, and she tripped over intravenous tubing.

It had to stop.

She was a grown women of twenty-five, with a medical degree, well-respected by the hospitable staff and her patients. She was starting the second year of her orthopedic residency with relative ease and competence. Except for the Dr. Shields induced Dropping Medical Equipment Syndrome.

Amy raised her eyebrows and stirred cream onto her coffee. “It's called sexual tension, Serena.”

All Serena heard was sex. The top pulled back with a sudden jerk and the cream cheese container went sailing out of her hand. It skidded to a stop under the table next to her, where two male doctors were eating their dinner by the windows that boasted a view of the Florida coastline. She sat there stricken while Amy grinned at her. Serena was not amused.

“It's not sexual tension,” she whispered urgently, standing to retrieve the now useless bagel spread.

That was a lie. No matter what he felt, it was definitely sexual tension on her part.

For one simple reason. Dr. Shields was a god.

Every inch of him-from his short ebony hair, to his gorgeous ice-blue eyes and all down length of his muscular, toned body-creamed power. Control.

A man who knew what he wanted and took it without any doubts or delays. The desire to be taken had been creeping up on her steadily until she found herself suffering from chronic klutziness in his presence.

Serena bent under the neighboring table and said to the pair id doctors, “Sorry, guys, I dropped my cream cheese.” They moved their legs whiled she fished out the wayward package, neither surprised nor upset to see Serena on the floor, collecting fallen items. Her colleagues at Crossroad Inlet were starting to expect it.

“No problem, Serena,” Jadeite Givens said with a grin, tucking into his hamburger.

His grin said it all. Everyone thought she was a royal idiot, incapable of holding onto a simple pack of cream cheese. (I liked the royal part…get it? Sheesh, I'm not gonna even bother with these now…) How in the heck could she expect to be a surgeon if her fingers weren't steady on the snack food? Seven years of education and in a matter of three months she can jeopardized all of that. Because of sex. Or lack thereof.

She blamed a certain orthopedic surgeon entirely. If he wouldn't stare at her with those probing ice-blue eyes, and stand way too close for comfort, she wouldn't get nervous. And when she got nervous, she dropped things.

She sat back with Amy and sighed. “I'm ruining my career before I've even gotten started. Dr. Shields is afraid to trust me with a scalpel, and who can blame him?”

Amy ran her hand through her hair. “You're caught in a vicious cycle. He makes you nervous, so you act like a klutz, which makes him doubt your qualification. Then you get more nervous, and it goes on.”

Serena knew she was right. From the first day she had met Darien three months earlier when he joined the staff, she had been intimidated by him. By his confidence, his coolness, and his surgical skills.

“So what am I supposed to do? He won't even let me close a case, let alone conduct a surgery on my own. And I certainly can't go to the resident chief and complain about it.” Serena felt even worse just thinking about it. “I'd look like a whiner and besides, what if Dr. Shields tell Dr. Sheinberg I'm an idiot who needs my medical degree provoked?”

Becoming a surgeon was a lifelong goal, one she had been working toward steadily since high school. When her dad had died, himself a surgeon, she had been doubly determined to be successful.

Tripping over thin air and scrambling around on her hands and knees for X rays wasn't the way to do it.

Amy tossed her spoon down on the table and grinned. “You know what they say if someone intimidates you. You need a picture of them powerless. Like standing in front of you in their underwear.”

Underwear? Serena's face began to burn. The sudden image of six-foot-three, tanned, muscular Dr. Shields in a tailspin. (Ladies, eat your heart out! Haha:) “Are you trying to torture me?” her voice was a strangled whisper.

Amy shrugged. “Or you could just sleep with him. That ought to reduce him to human status.”

While Amy made it sound no more exciting than a stroll down the produce aisle, it made Serena flushed and uncomfortable, even in the air-conditioned room. “That's even worse! I can't have sex with my orthopedic mentor!”

There could even be rules against that, for all she knew, never having looked into the hospitable fraternization policy. Besides, not that the guy was easy to read, but from what she could tell, Darien wasn't at all impressed with her. (tsk tsk, if only she knew, if only she knew…) Intellectually or physically. Serena was used to men dismissing her on both counts, and Dr. Shields appeared to be no exception.

She added, “I'm sure he would laugh hysterically at the prospect of sleeping with me. He doesn't even like me. At least I don't think he does.”

He sure in the heck spent a lot of time frowning at her. Probably trying to determine how a clueless idiot like her had survived medical school.

And he never smiled. Not at her.

Of course there was that other look he gave her sometimes, the deep and penetrating look that made her want to glance down and check to see if her clothes were on. She had convinced herself she was imagining it, (or did she? he he, I no I no…on with the story,) that it was the wishful thinking of a sex-starved imagination, but maybe she wasn't.

“Sometimes, Amy, I catch him staring at me, and I swear he has The Look in his eyes. But that's crazy, I must be wrong, I know I'm wrong.” She fanned her face just as the thought of Darien's eye sweeping over her body.

“What look?” Amy paused with her coffee mug halfway to her mouth.

Serena glanced around to make sure no one way paying attention to them and lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper. “The If-we-were-alone-I'd-rip-your-clothes-off look.”

It was a look she received often in her life, but with Darien it was different, it felt as if he was watching, anticipating her every move. And the few times she had seen that kind of sexual intent from him were burned in her memory.

Amy set her mug down. “Are you sure?”

“No, I'm not sure.” It could be a total delusion on her part, brought about by poor sleeping habits and lack of sexual release.

After all, Dr. Shields was hot. He could have any women he wanted, she was sure, so why he want her?

“My life is ruin,” she wailed. It was so like her to do something as idiotic as falling for the man who held her career in his hands.

“Don't be so dramatic, Serena,”

“Easy for you to say.” Tall and thin with dark glasses. Amy looked studious and was taken seriously. “People respect you. I always have to prove myself over and over again before I'm taken seriously.”

It was the curse of being cute. She was embarrassingly short, taller only than the average six-grade boy, (I made her a lil taller than her original height, c'mon, she's 4'8!) and for ease of styling, wore her blonde hair in the `meatball' head style as her brother likes to call it. She had also been born with dimples, which didn't aid her cause. (I was born with dimples but I'm proud of it because besides my family, I hadn't met another person that has! Haha.)

Add to all of that her natural buoyant personality, and most people dismissed her as less than intelligent. Which was why it was so frustrating to be contributing to that prejudice by her own behavior with Dr. Shields.

Amy blotted her lip with a paper napkin. “Do you ever worry that by becoming a surgeon, you're denying your natural self? That maybe you're meant to do something more…whimsical.”

“Whimsical?” (sorry, I love that word!) Serena sat back and wondered how she could have ever thought Amy was her best friend. “What do you want me to do? Twist balloon animals? Make hemp jewelry? Become the maiden of the moon?” (I'm sorry, I had too!) “I had a 4.0 gpa average ion college. I graduated magna cum laude!”

She didn't care if her voice went a little loud. She was proud of that gold braid she'd gotten to wear around her neck at graduation.

Stirring another packet of cream into her half-empty coffee cup, Amy shook her head. “That's not what I meant. But you're also a social, cheerful person who is in a profession conversation. It seems to me that having to deny the gregarious and fun-loving side of your self everyday has you rattled,”

Interesting theory and not as offensive as Serena had originally thought. But she knew what had her rattled, and it wasn't having to slow down her motor mouth.

“Thank you Dr. Phil. But I think it's a lot simpler than that.” She just wanted to jump Dr. Shields' bones. Simple.

Serena shook her head. “While surgery may not exactly be fun-loving, even if I wanted to I couldn't go back now. People would think I'm insane, and I would have to be, to toss out all those years of education and money. I just want Dr. Shields to treat me like any other physician, like a male physician.” If she kept telling herself that, maybe she would start to believe it.

“But how is that going to happen if I'm falling all over myself and blushing every time he's near me?”

“I don't even know what you see in him,” Amy said, her blue eyes puzzled. “He's so cold.”

What did she see in him that made her pulse jump and her hands shake? Beyond the handsome face and rock-solid body, that is. “He's brilliant, Ames. The man is absolutely calm during surgery, confident without being arrogant. He knows what he's doing.”

She felt herself inside turn to oatmeal, just thinking about him.

Her hand propped her head up on the table as she continued. “He's so focused on being a fantastic surgeon that he has this amazing tunnel vision. Nothing else around him matters” Serena wished she had that level of concentration.

Amy wasn't impressed. “That sounds annoying to me. I always thought that was thing about being a pediatrician. There aren't a lot of inflated egos running around my office.

“It's not annoying to me.” She sighed a little, indulging in the fantasy of Darien turning those focused blue eyes on her, and placing his skilled hands somewhere between her middle thigh. Or in layman's term, her hot spot.

“ I really wish you hadn't suggest the underwear thing. Now the next time I see Dr. Shields I'm going to be picturing him naked.” Who knew what she'd drop or fall on with that image in her mind. She'd be lucky if she didn't impale herself by accident/

Amy grinned. “It's just jealousy on my part. At least you're getting The Look. I hadn't had a in a year. The only guys genital I see are on eight-month-old boys.” Serena laughed. “Not the same is it?”

“Hardly.” Then Amy sat up straight and her eyes went wide. “Ohmigod, ohmigod, I saw it!” Turning a little in her seat, Serena asked, “What? Saw what?”

“Don't turn around!” Amy hissed. “Dr. Shields just walked in.”

Serena froze, half-turned like she was in the middle of a bizarre ritual. “Why not? What's he doing?”

“He gave you The Look. I saw it!” Flapping her hands back and forth, Amy was acting like she'd just witnessed a UFO sighting. “Whew, the temperature just shot up ten degrees in here.”

Serena felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and she pinched her lips as she faced forward again, determined not to look at Darien.

“This is crazy.” She pushed her unappealing plain bagel away. “I feel like I'm in the high school cafeteria, not the hospital. I'm fantasizing about this guy and I don't even know him at all. The only time we talked is when he's reprimanding me for my latest bout of idiot-it is.”

“Sometimes you just don't need words.” Serena pictured Dr. Darien Shields wearing nothing but a stethoscope, giving her an internal exam.

Oh shit.

Amy had no idea how profound her statement was.

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