Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Covered Fun ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: MarshAngel 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.30.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.30.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Author: MarshAngel
Title: Chocolate Covered Love
Rating: R-NC-17
WebPages: http://www.crosswinds.net/~marshangel/angelmoon.htm
http://www.xanga.com/MarshAngel
Chapter 2
Darien walked through the house in an almost cosmic state of boredom. However
had he let Paul talk him into this? He had allowed a bunch of high school and college
students into his home for this? He wasn't feeling as entertained as Paul had promised. All
evening he had walked around with a half-empty can of beer to stop people from telling him
he should have a drink. That was, it seemed, their advice, a solution to whatever it was that
was preventing him from enjoying himself.
He had, unwillingly found himself following their advice, though the results weren't
exactly what they would have hoped for. He normally drank a half can and kept the same
half-full can in hand for the rest of the evening. He wasn't particularly fond of that drunken
feeling or the morning after for that matter. Tonight however, he'd finished the first can
within seconds of talking to Serena and he was already a quarter of the way through his
third. He'd always believed she could drive a man to drink; he'd just never expected her to
actually prove it.
The only interesting thing to happen tonight was that some girl had simply walked
up to him and kissed him full on the lips. It had been…. interesting, but not too
uncommon. It was a running joke among his friends.
They were out to find the one girl who when dared would actually refuse to go
through with it. There had been quite a few so far and 100% of them had actually gone
through with the dare. He'd been told most of them seemed to consider it a great
opportunity more than anything else. It was fortunate he didn't have a girlfriend or else he
would have found himself in quite a bit of trouble. Somehow he doubted that having a guy
who could identify every flavor of lip-gloss by taste and knew exactly how to get rid of semi-
permanent super red lipstick was at the top of most women's list of qualities wanted in a
man.
He came to the living room where he found the party seemed to have been kicked up
a notch. There were a lot of writing bodies dancing around in the middle of the floor. He'd
left to go outside for a while and the party seemed rather dull but now that he was back
inside it seemed things had heated up quite a bit.
He stood on the edge of the scene watching everyone dance. It seemed the party had
grown around a wildly dancing girl in the middle of the pack. She was waving her arms in
the air like a mad woman and gyrating her hips in a seemingly impossible, but unbelievably
provocative manner. Her long blonde hair swung back and forth as she twisted her head
every which way. And as she swung her head in his direction he recognized the face. Serena!
He spurted the beer in his mouth all over the floor. He simply stood and stared in
shock as she continued to dance wildly. He couldn't believe this was the same shrewish girl
he'd spoken to before. She was…. well, unbelievable. She was laughing joyously, throwing
her head back now and then and Paul was right before her with a smug look on his face.
He stared at the two disbelievingly and a moment later Paul noticed him and winked
at him. And then it hit him: He hadn't! He couldn't have! He did!
Paul must have given the unsuspecting, witless, brat one of the "special" brownies
he'd had made up just for tonight. Serena was quite obviously the best target, being so
gullible and unworldly. Besides Paul must have heard him complain about her all the time.
Seeing her go wild would undoubtedly be a source of amusement, and despite the unethical
nature of the situation, he had to admit, he was already very, very amused.
He relaxed and continued to watch her. Paul slipped away from the dance floor to
join him on the sidelines and she never even noticed. She just continued to dance wildly in
the middle of the room, drawing questioning and amused glances from the people around
her. She seemed to be the life of the party. Darien couldn't help but smile.
"You really shouldn't have done that you know," Darien, reprimanded his friend.
"I know, but she was bored and it was getting boring around here. It was too good
an opportunity to pass up." He grinned and Darien shook his head. Why did he hang out
with people who were so lacking in ethics and morals that they were very nearly criminal?
"She's cute," Paul added. "Fuck that! Look at her! She's damn sexy."
"I know." Darien said not taking his eyes off her.
"I knew you liked her!"
"You get an A for deductive reasoning," Darien replied sarcastically, looking away
from Serena's gyrating hips for a moment.
When Darien didn't hear any more from his friend, he returned his eyes to his
dancing nymph. What he saw then had his mouth almost dropping to the floor and he
wasn't the only one.
There was Serena, still dancing away like a crazed loon. She had somehow elevated
herself to a sturdy coffee table and now stood well over the entire crowd as they all stared up
at her shocked, amazed and entertained. As she danced she proceeded to pull her now
unbuttoned shirt off and threw it into the crowd, an unwittingly erotic feat as she continued
to swing her hips back and forth.
Darien was speechless. She continued to dance around on the table top in a white
tank top and her closely fitted jeans. The shirt just barely covered her belly button but it
mattered not as she had already begun pulling up her shirt, showing of her smooth, flat
stomach to everyone who dared to look and everyone was indeed looking. There was now a
lot of hooting and yelling going on as she continued to dance, quite skillfully at that.
As her hands ran over her stomach raising the tiny white tank right up to her breasts
so that he could see the bottom of her lacy white bra he was tempted to go over there and
pull her down and put a stop to her little strip show. If she was going to be stripping for
anyone it should be for him alone. That thought gave him even more tantalizing images than
the ones already in his mind and before his eyes.
She never pulled the shirt any higher though and even pulled it down a bit, exciting
groans from the guys in the audience. She never stopped dancing however, and Darien found
himself a ball of tension. He should be putting a stop to this, but the little devil on his
shoulder was a perverted little thing and he couldn't bring himself to move. His mind and
body wouldn't let him.
His eyes were fixed on her and he was almost sure she'd stared right at him a
moment before. She turned things up another notch by licking her lips and running her
hands over her body provocatively. Goddamn but she was sexy!
A little special brownie mixture and some liquor had turned the innocent little shrew
into an unbelievably sexy diva. Where on god's green earth did an innocent high school girl
learn to dance like that?
The shirt had begun to rise again. It inched its way up, being pushed by her fingers,
right up her belly. He watched as inch after inch of smooth skin was revealed. He wished for
a split moment she'd rip the damn thing off and stop teasing him. The shirt slipped over the
bottom of her bra and up over her breasts. It was under her arms before he realized the whole
thing was going to come off.
As much as he'd have liked to continue watching. Some semblance of decency
resurrected itself within him and with a mental kick in the ass jerked him back to reality; and
before she could toss her second piece of clothing into the crowd, he stalked across the room,
pushing his way through the crowd to her dancing platform. Without delay or verbal
communication, he grabbed her around the thighs and tossed her over his shoulder. A
unanimous groan went up from the crowd but they made way for him as he made his way
out of the room with Serena beating on his back and screeching indignantly like a howler
monkey.
He was almost sure he was in control as the knight in shining armor when she
suddenly grabbed his ass. He froze mid-step, his eyes wide with shock. She didn't let go. She
merely grabbed the other side of his ass in her other hand and squeezed.
"What are you doing Serena?" he asked tentatively. He was going to kill Paul.
"I really like these jeans," Serena squeaked in a high-pitched voice. They make your
ass look so good."
Those brownies had definitely done quite a job on her. He was going to have to lock
her away until she mellowed out. Who was he kidding? She was a little too mellow.
He headed for an empty bedroom down the hall and opened the door. He muttered
a few frustrated curses as the door swung open to reveal a half naked girl and a guy fooling
around on the bed, creating a party all their own. He made a mental note to change the
sheets tomorrow, as he closed the door.
This time he headed for his own room. It was the door with the sign that said: "keep
out under penalty of death". Paul had wrote that one himself when Darien had warned him
against intruders on his domain. To make sure, he had locked his door. The keys were in his
back pocket.
"You wouldn't be looking for this now would you?" Serena giggled holding up a
small silver key. Darien groaned, knowing she was bound to be difficult now. He'd felt her
fondling him but he'd forced himself to push it back far into his mind as best he could.
"Give me the key meatball head."
"I haven't worn that hairdo since I turned sixteen you know. When are you going to
notice I'm a big girl? You know hanging like this is kind of fun. I have a great view of things
back here." She giggled again.
He'd noticed. He had definitely noticed that!
"The key, Serena."
"If I give you the key are you going to ravish me in the bedroom?" Good god! This
must be a test of some sort.
"I promise I won't ravish you Serena. Now may I please have the key?"
"Hmm," She mumbled. She sounded quite put out. "Well then, I won't give you the
key then," she stated like a petulant child.
Darien was stunned. She couldn't possibly be serious.
"You want me to ravish you?" he stuttered disbelievingly. He could hardly believe
she'd actually used the word ravish, never mind the meaning. Wasn't that a word one read
on the back covers of cheap romance novels? Not that he'd been reading any of course. He
raised an eyebrow in thought; ravishing certainly seemed the appropriate term for what he
visualized doing to her luscious body. He was very tempted to take her up on that offer.
"Yup! I don't squeeze every guy's butt you know."
"Only the ones you want to ravish you?" he asked amusedly.
"Yup!" she replied sounding like a very pleased child.
"And I guess you just do free strip shows everywhere you go?" He still wasn't over
that. He needed to stop visualizing it.
"I was not stripping you pervert! I was hot."
He shook his head, stunned at her logic. She put on a strip show, fondled his behind,
and in exchange for the key to his bedroom she wanted him to ravish her, and yet still, he
was the pervert?
"May I please have the keys now Serena?"
"Not until you promise to ravish me!"
He sighed. If he'd thought she'd been trying before her substance-induced high, he
was now realizing she had only touched the surface. If only she knew how very tempted he
was to take her up on that offer. Damn his ethics!
"Ok. I promise to ravish you. Now can I have the keys?" He would humor her, he
thought…. Or maybe he just would do it.
"Good!" she announced triumphantly. "Here's your key." He took the key from her
and opened the door.
Title: Chocolate Covered Love
Rating: R-NC-17
WebPages: http://www.crosswinds.net/~marshangel/angelmoon.htm
http://www.xanga.com/MarshAngel
Chapter 2
Darien walked through the house in an almost cosmic state of boredom. However
had he let Paul talk him into this? He had allowed a bunch of high school and college
students into his home for this? He wasn't feeling as entertained as Paul had promised. All
evening he had walked around with a half-empty can of beer to stop people from telling him
he should have a drink. That was, it seemed, their advice, a solution to whatever it was that
was preventing him from enjoying himself.
He had, unwillingly found himself following their advice, though the results weren't
exactly what they would have hoped for. He normally drank a half can and kept the same
half-full can in hand for the rest of the evening. He wasn't particularly fond of that drunken
feeling or the morning after for that matter. Tonight however, he'd finished the first can
within seconds of talking to Serena and he was already a quarter of the way through his
third. He'd always believed she could drive a man to drink; he'd just never expected her to
actually prove it.
The only interesting thing to happen tonight was that some girl had simply walked
up to him and kissed him full on the lips. It had been…. interesting, but not too
uncommon. It was a running joke among his friends.
They were out to find the one girl who when dared would actually refuse to go
through with it. There had been quite a few so far and 100% of them had actually gone
through with the dare. He'd been told most of them seemed to consider it a great
opportunity more than anything else. It was fortunate he didn't have a girlfriend or else he
would have found himself in quite a bit of trouble. Somehow he doubted that having a guy
who could identify every flavor of lip-gloss by taste and knew exactly how to get rid of semi-
permanent super red lipstick was at the top of most women's list of qualities wanted in a
man.
He came to the living room where he found the party seemed to have been kicked up
a notch. There were a lot of writing bodies dancing around in the middle of the floor. He'd
left to go outside for a while and the party seemed rather dull but now that he was back
inside it seemed things had heated up quite a bit.
He stood on the edge of the scene watching everyone dance. It seemed the party had
grown around a wildly dancing girl in the middle of the pack. She was waving her arms in
the air like a mad woman and gyrating her hips in a seemingly impossible, but unbelievably
provocative manner. Her long blonde hair swung back and forth as she twisted her head
every which way. And as she swung her head in his direction he recognized the face. Serena!
He spurted the beer in his mouth all over the floor. He simply stood and stared in
shock as she continued to dance wildly. He couldn't believe this was the same shrewish girl
he'd spoken to before. She was…. well, unbelievable. She was laughing joyously, throwing
her head back now and then and Paul was right before her with a smug look on his face.
He stared at the two disbelievingly and a moment later Paul noticed him and winked
at him. And then it hit him: He hadn't! He couldn't have! He did!
Paul must have given the unsuspecting, witless, brat one of the "special" brownies
he'd had made up just for tonight. Serena was quite obviously the best target, being so
gullible and unworldly. Besides Paul must have heard him complain about her all the time.
Seeing her go wild would undoubtedly be a source of amusement, and despite the unethical
nature of the situation, he had to admit, he was already very, very amused.
He relaxed and continued to watch her. Paul slipped away from the dance floor to
join him on the sidelines and she never even noticed. She just continued to dance wildly in
the middle of the room, drawing questioning and amused glances from the people around
her. She seemed to be the life of the party. Darien couldn't help but smile.
"You really shouldn't have done that you know," Darien, reprimanded his friend.
"I know, but she was bored and it was getting boring around here. It was too good
an opportunity to pass up." He grinned and Darien shook his head. Why did he hang out
with people who were so lacking in ethics and morals that they were very nearly criminal?
"She's cute," Paul added. "Fuck that! Look at her! She's damn sexy."
"I know." Darien said not taking his eyes off her.
"I knew you liked her!"
"You get an A for deductive reasoning," Darien replied sarcastically, looking away
from Serena's gyrating hips for a moment.
When Darien didn't hear any more from his friend, he returned his eyes to his
dancing nymph. What he saw then had his mouth almost dropping to the floor and he
wasn't the only one.
There was Serena, still dancing away like a crazed loon. She had somehow elevated
herself to a sturdy coffee table and now stood well over the entire crowd as they all stared up
at her shocked, amazed and entertained. As she danced she proceeded to pull her now
unbuttoned shirt off and threw it into the crowd, an unwittingly erotic feat as she continued
to swing her hips back and forth.
Darien was speechless. She continued to dance around on the table top in a white
tank top and her closely fitted jeans. The shirt just barely covered her belly button but it
mattered not as she had already begun pulling up her shirt, showing of her smooth, flat
stomach to everyone who dared to look and everyone was indeed looking. There was now a
lot of hooting and yelling going on as she continued to dance, quite skillfully at that.
As her hands ran over her stomach raising the tiny white tank right up to her breasts
so that he could see the bottom of her lacy white bra he was tempted to go over there and
pull her down and put a stop to her little strip show. If she was going to be stripping for
anyone it should be for him alone. That thought gave him even more tantalizing images than
the ones already in his mind and before his eyes.
She never pulled the shirt any higher though and even pulled it down a bit, exciting
groans from the guys in the audience. She never stopped dancing however, and Darien found
himself a ball of tension. He should be putting a stop to this, but the little devil on his
shoulder was a perverted little thing and he couldn't bring himself to move. His mind and
body wouldn't let him.
His eyes were fixed on her and he was almost sure she'd stared right at him a
moment before. She turned things up another notch by licking her lips and running her
hands over her body provocatively. Goddamn but she was sexy!
A little special brownie mixture and some liquor had turned the innocent little shrew
into an unbelievably sexy diva. Where on god's green earth did an innocent high school girl
learn to dance like that?
The shirt had begun to rise again. It inched its way up, being pushed by her fingers,
right up her belly. He watched as inch after inch of smooth skin was revealed. He wished for
a split moment she'd rip the damn thing off and stop teasing him. The shirt slipped over the
bottom of her bra and up over her breasts. It was under her arms before he realized the whole
thing was going to come off.
As much as he'd have liked to continue watching. Some semblance of decency
resurrected itself within him and with a mental kick in the ass jerked him back to reality; and
before she could toss her second piece of clothing into the crowd, he stalked across the room,
pushing his way through the crowd to her dancing platform. Without delay or verbal
communication, he grabbed her around the thighs and tossed her over his shoulder. A
unanimous groan went up from the crowd but they made way for him as he made his way
out of the room with Serena beating on his back and screeching indignantly like a howler
monkey.
He was almost sure he was in control as the knight in shining armor when she
suddenly grabbed his ass. He froze mid-step, his eyes wide with shock. She didn't let go. She
merely grabbed the other side of his ass in her other hand and squeezed.
"What are you doing Serena?" he asked tentatively. He was going to kill Paul.
"I really like these jeans," Serena squeaked in a high-pitched voice. They make your
ass look so good."
Those brownies had definitely done quite a job on her. He was going to have to lock
her away until she mellowed out. Who was he kidding? She was a little too mellow.
He headed for an empty bedroom down the hall and opened the door. He muttered
a few frustrated curses as the door swung open to reveal a half naked girl and a guy fooling
around on the bed, creating a party all their own. He made a mental note to change the
sheets tomorrow, as he closed the door.
This time he headed for his own room. It was the door with the sign that said: "keep
out under penalty of death". Paul had wrote that one himself when Darien had warned him
against intruders on his domain. To make sure, he had locked his door. The keys were in his
back pocket.
"You wouldn't be looking for this now would you?" Serena giggled holding up a
small silver key. Darien groaned, knowing she was bound to be difficult now. He'd felt her
fondling him but he'd forced himself to push it back far into his mind as best he could.
"Give me the key meatball head."
"I haven't worn that hairdo since I turned sixteen you know. When are you going to
notice I'm a big girl? You know hanging like this is kind of fun. I have a great view of things
back here." She giggled again.
He'd noticed. He had definitely noticed that!
"The key, Serena."
"If I give you the key are you going to ravish me in the bedroom?" Good god! This
must be a test of some sort.
"I promise I won't ravish you Serena. Now may I please have the key?"
"Hmm," She mumbled. She sounded quite put out. "Well then, I won't give you the
key then," she stated like a petulant child.
Darien was stunned. She couldn't possibly be serious.
"You want me to ravish you?" he stuttered disbelievingly. He could hardly believe
she'd actually used the word ravish, never mind the meaning. Wasn't that a word one read
on the back covers of cheap romance novels? Not that he'd been reading any of course. He
raised an eyebrow in thought; ravishing certainly seemed the appropriate term for what he
visualized doing to her luscious body. He was very tempted to take her up on that offer.
"Yup! I don't squeeze every guy's butt you know."
"Only the ones you want to ravish you?" he asked amusedly.
"Yup!" she replied sounding like a very pleased child.
"And I guess you just do free strip shows everywhere you go?" He still wasn't over
that. He needed to stop visualizing it.
"I was not stripping you pervert! I was hot."
He shook his head, stunned at her logic. She put on a strip show, fondled his behind,
and in exchange for the key to his bedroom she wanted him to ravish her, and yet still, he
was the pervert?
"May I please have the keys now Serena?"
"Not until you promise to ravish me!"
He sighed. If he'd thought she'd been trying before her substance-induced high, he
was now realizing she had only touched the surface. If only she knew how very tempted he
was to take her up on that offer. Damn his ethics!
"Ok. I promise to ravish you. Now can I have the keys?" He would humor her, he
thought…. Or maybe he just would do it.
"Good!" she announced triumphantly. "Here's your key." He took the key from her
and opened the door.