Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Covered Fun ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: MarshAngel 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.30.2001 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.30.2001 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 1.4K | 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 3
Darien opened the door to his unnaturally, obsessively clean bedroom and walked
over to the bed. With no further ado and absolutely no grace, he unceremoniously tossed her
off his shoulder unto the bed. She lay across his bed, propped up on her elbows grinning at
him. Her shirt was still up under her arms so he had a rather lovely view of here lace covered
breasts and a lovely expanse of stomach.
He wondered if she expected her ravishing to begin now and should he do her the
honor. Once again his conscience kicked him hard in the backside and he began heading for
the door, key in hand. He'd just lock her in until the party was over or she got her wits back.
She wasn't the only one in need of recapturing their wits. She'd obviously done quite
a job on his 'mind' because he had completely forgotten that the door had a lock on the
inside. It suddenly came back to him as he reached for the doorknob and saw the lock; she
could leave anytime she wanted to. He sighed and banged his head against the door. This
was definitely a test of some kind.
"You weren't actually thinking of leaving me here alone were you Darien?" She had
that pouting tone to her voice, as though he had taken away her favorite toy. "You couldn't
actually have been planning on leaving without fulfilling your promise. I always knew you
were a jerk!"
She actually sounded like she was about to cry. He turned around to face her only to
see her burying her face in one of his pillows.
"I knew it was a mistake to like you. You're never nice to me," he heard her mumble.
She likes me, he thought to himself amused. Then again, she is not exactly herself.
She couldn't be. She did, after all, seem rather upset at the idea of him not ravishing her and
the Serena he knew would rather gouge his eyes out than let him touch her. He had to admit
the entire situation was nothing short of amusing. In fact, had this been happening to
anyone else it would have been damn hilarious! She did seem genuinely upset though, which
somehow was his fault.
He walked over to the bed and sat down beside the sniffling blonde. He placed a
hand on one small round shoulder. "Serena please stop crying."
"Why? You don't even like me! I thought you brought me in here because you liked
me but you obviously don't, so just leave me alone ok! I was having fun dancing with Paul
but you just had to barge right in and drag me off to your bedroom and ruin my good time
like you always do and then to top it off you refuse to do what I want!"
Damn. This girl really shouldn't take any mood-altering substances. It's as though
she's reverted to a five year old, Darien thought.
"Believe me, I like you Serena, but you aren't yourself right now. Ravishing you is
completely out of the question." Now she had him using that ridiculous word.
"If you like me why won't you…?"
"Ravish you?" he added before she could finish, turning his nose up at the use of that
damn word once again. "Really Serena, you need to stop with that word already. There
won't be any ravishing, not until you're sober anyway."
"I'm not drunk," she announced confidently. She almost sounded convincing.
She sat up suddenly and threw her arms around his neck, leaving him stunned once
more. She looked directly into his eyes and gave him a rather direct, piercing blue-eyed
stare.
"Darien…."
"Uh… yeah?"
"You're an asshole."
"I know."
"And now that we've got that clear…." She gave him a hard shove so he fell
backwards and she quickly took advantage, straddling his waist. "I can't believe you think
I'm drunk! Do I look drunk to you?" She waved her hands in the air, like an overdramatic
opera singer. She couldn't possibly want him to answer that…. then again she wasn't entirely
drunk; she was deranged and just a bit high…. maybe a lot.
"Of all the rude and insulting things you've said and done this takes the cake! You're
refusing me based on the fact that you think I'm drunk. You drag me out of the middle of a
party, dump me on your bed, promise me a decent ravishing and then you have the gall to go
back on your promise. Well I'm not letting you off that easy! I did not spend the last two
years lusting after your ass to give up now that I have you alone in a room!"
Darien's eyes went wide. This had to be the strangest night of his life. He was being
straddled by a gorgeous blonde who desperately wanted him and had just admitted to
returning the same feelings he'd had for over a year now. If only she hadn't eaten those
brownies, he wouldn't have to consider the ethical ramifications of the situation.
He didn't have too much time to think more on the subject because she suddenly
pressed her lips to his. Resistance was futile as his brain quickly turned to mush. He did the
only thing he could. He kissed her back.
Of course she had to taste like heaven. She couldn't taste like spinach or onions she
had to taste sweeter than life itself. His brain migrated to lower elevations.
It was only when he felt her small hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirt and
rubbing the skin beneath that he finally came to his senses. He rolled over, taking her body
with him so that he was now straddling her.
"What do you think you're doing Serena?" She grinned mischievously.
"Well if you're not going to ravish me, I figured I would have to ravish you!" She
seemed quite pleased with herself for having thought of it.
He sighed in frustration. Why did he have to have morals?
"Serena," he began calmly, "Do you have any idea what was in those brownies Paul
gave you?"
"Chocolate of course and eggs I guess. Brownies have eggs right?" She seemed deep
in thought. He rolled off her. "I think they had nuts too and chocolate chips. It was really,
really good…"
"Serena!" he snapped.
"Yeah?"
"They had weed in them and god only knows what else!"
"Weed? What kind of weed? She didn't seem the least bit concerned or
comprehending.
"The illegal kind." She really was frustrating no matter how cute she was. This was a
girl built to drive a man crazy in more ways than one. "I can't"…. he searched for a tactful
word to replace 'ravish'. "I can't make love to you (was that even better?) tonight. You might
regret it tomorrow when you're more yourself. It's not because I don't want you, believe me,
I do, but it wouldn't be right."
"If you still feel this way tomorrow…." He added, crossing his mental fingers,
hoping and praying this wasn't a sick delusion and that she really did want him.
Serena sighed but seemed to accept his words. She seemed pretty calm about her first
and hopefully last drug experience. "What if we wait a little bit until I'm more myself and
then maybe I'll be more…sober ok?" Darien was stunned. Was she actually being reasonable?
He rolled off her and lay on his back next to her. They lay side by side for a few
minutes but for some reason he didn't feel like he'd really won. Technically he hadn't gotten
what he'd really wanted. Suddenly she sat up. She pulled the rest of her shirt over her head
and removed her bra. In one swift motion she straddled him again.
"I'm feeling much better now Darien!" she announced triumphantly. Darien stared,
wide-eyed his mouth hanging wide open as he ogled her perfect bare breasts. It was going to
be an interesting night!
It seemed there was no changing her mind. She was determined to have him with or
without his consent. She was going to ravish him and she was going to use those two perfect,
perky, pink-nippled orbs to help her do it.
Serena leaned over him and captured his mouth with her own. Any hope or dream of
resistance flew right out of his head right then. Nothing could have diverted her from her
new mission just then, as she planted these butterfly kisses all long his neck and jaw line
before returning her attention to his mouth, taking over with so much skill he wondered
how, after being kissed so many times, did this seems so new, exciting, and hot. With her
bare, soft, breasts pressed intimately against his chest and her legs straddling his hips he
realized that she was in control and reasoning with her was pointless. He'd just have to
remind her that this was all her fault tomorrow…not that he was really minding too much
right then.
She was good; he'd definitely give her that. In fact that was quite the
understatement. She was absolutely amazing. She had his pants off in record time and to
think he thought himself to be a pro at this. He'd have to make sure she ravaged him every
night after this. He groaned as her soft skin came in contact with his hardness.
He wasn't about to let her have all the fun however and he rolled her over unto her
back making equally short work of removing the rest of her clothing. Paul was definitely
right. She was hot. He wanted a taste of every inch of her perfection and he made it a point
until she was screaming in ecstasy, begging for him to stop.
As if she had read his mind, and captured his desires, she gladly returned the favor.
The feel of her tongue on his body was… like reaching nirvana. Her hands seemed to be
everywhere at once and every sweet inch of her body was nothing short of mind-blowing.
And just when the fireworks exploded with him buried so deep inside her newly breached
warmth that he never wanted to leave her ever; and he was so sure she'd consumed him, the
bedroom door swung open and there stood Paul grinning like a damn fool. He didn't stick
around too long having embarrassed them both thoroughly with his sudden appearance, but
before the door closed he could hear him yell down the hallway.
" Yo guys! Guess who's getting laid?"
Darien wasn't sure whether to kill him or thank him… for the brownies anyway.
Not too long after he had rid her of her innocence, a debatable term considering the
events preceding their explosive fusion, he heard her let out a deep satisfied sigh.
"Do you think I'm sober now?" she asked.
"I don't know and quite frankly, I wouldn't mind if you were never sober again!"
"So how would you like to be ravished again?"
Darien groaned. She really was something else. "I've been ravished twice already, let
me recover." Somehow the word didn't seem so inappropriate now. This was beyond sex. It
was way beyond anything in his realm of experience, which he'd suddenly decided was not
nearly enough to keep up with her demands.
"I know I'm not quite myself but I'm sure I'll enjoy this even more when I'm sober."
She was grinning like a satiated fool.
"You think so huh?" Darien asked, mischievously. He had a feeling she knew exactly
what she was doing. The brownies and alcohol had helped but he had this feeling she was
very much in control…. in a manner of speaking. He wondered how embarrassed she'd be
when she recalled her strip tease in a few more hours and he had a feeling she would
remember…in great detail.
"I know so." She replied confidently. A few moments later she spoke again.
"Darien?"
"Yes Serena?"
"I know you probably think I'm not in my right mind right now but what would
you say if I told you I think I'm in love with you?"
Darien was stumped. He knew she was definitely still high now. She would have
been, much like himself, too embarrassed to ever say anything of the sort while she was
sober. He didn't doubt the veracity of the statement, however.
"I'd say it makes me more of a fool for not having said it first." Had he the strength
to get up or even roll over he might have seen the huge smile spreading across her face.
"It's alright. You're excused she replied. I'm high remember, I bet I've said a lot of
things tonight."
He smiled at that. For another few moments they simply lay there, staring at the
blank ceiling until she finally broke the silence.
"So…. have you recovered yet?"
"Hey Serena! Hold up a sec!"
Serena turned around to see Lita running down the street trying to catch up with
her. She stopped and waited for the tall brunette to finally arrive.
Without even a hi, hello, or what's up, Lita launched into her apology. "I'm sooooo
sorry about last night Serena. Could you ever forgive me? I didn't mean to ditch you its just
that well Jason…well you know…well, really you don't because as it turns out he was a real
jerk and after I punched him out I finally came to find you but I couldn't and how did you
get home? Are you ok? Did you have fun? What happened?" It seemed a good while before
she remembered to breathe.
"It was good," Serena replied calmly. "You know, the usual. I drank too much, had
some pott brownies, got high, did a strip show, lost my virginity…" You know, the usual
stuff." Serena just kept walking not even paying attention to her friend whose face seemed
stuck in wide-eyed expression with a mouth so wide-open she seemed to be trying to catch
flies.
"Oh and by the way, I can't hang out later today, Darien's picking me up."
The End
I'd hate for anyone to think I condone or participate in the use of controlled and/or illegal substances. I don't even drink. While this fanfic shows the more humorous sides of what could happen when under the influence (and not very realistically I might add) its merely fantasy. The reality of what can actually occur is not only embarrassing (those who've watched drunks make asses of themselves know what I mean) and dangerous (like the guy who while drunk whittled a guitar in the nude, slipped and cut off a certain vital (to him anyway) body part).
Title: Chocolate Covered Love
Rating: R-NC-17
WebPages: http://www.crosswinds.net/~marshangel/angelmoon.htm
http://www.xanga.com/MarshAngel
Chapter 3
Darien opened the door to his unnaturally, obsessively clean bedroom and walked
over to the bed. With no further ado and absolutely no grace, he unceremoniously tossed her
off his shoulder unto the bed. She lay across his bed, propped up on her elbows grinning at
him. Her shirt was still up under her arms so he had a rather lovely view of here lace covered
breasts and a lovely expanse of stomach.
He wondered if she expected her ravishing to begin now and should he do her the
honor. Once again his conscience kicked him hard in the backside and he began heading for
the door, key in hand. He'd just lock her in until the party was over or she got her wits back.
She wasn't the only one in need of recapturing their wits. She'd obviously done quite
a job on his 'mind' because he had completely forgotten that the door had a lock on the
inside. It suddenly came back to him as he reached for the doorknob and saw the lock; she
could leave anytime she wanted to. He sighed and banged his head against the door. This
was definitely a test of some kind.
"You weren't actually thinking of leaving me here alone were you Darien?" She had
that pouting tone to her voice, as though he had taken away her favorite toy. "You couldn't
actually have been planning on leaving without fulfilling your promise. I always knew you
were a jerk!"
She actually sounded like she was about to cry. He turned around to face her only to
see her burying her face in one of his pillows.
"I knew it was a mistake to like you. You're never nice to me," he heard her mumble.
She likes me, he thought to himself amused. Then again, she is not exactly herself.
She couldn't be. She did, after all, seem rather upset at the idea of him not ravishing her and
the Serena he knew would rather gouge his eyes out than let him touch her. He had to admit
the entire situation was nothing short of amusing. In fact, had this been happening to
anyone else it would have been damn hilarious! She did seem genuinely upset though, which
somehow was his fault.
He walked over to the bed and sat down beside the sniffling blonde. He placed a
hand on one small round shoulder. "Serena please stop crying."
"Why? You don't even like me! I thought you brought me in here because you liked
me but you obviously don't, so just leave me alone ok! I was having fun dancing with Paul
but you just had to barge right in and drag me off to your bedroom and ruin my good time
like you always do and then to top it off you refuse to do what I want!"
Damn. This girl really shouldn't take any mood-altering substances. It's as though
she's reverted to a five year old, Darien thought.
"Believe me, I like you Serena, but you aren't yourself right now. Ravishing you is
completely out of the question." Now she had him using that ridiculous word.
"If you like me why won't you…?"
"Ravish you?" he added before she could finish, turning his nose up at the use of that
damn word once again. "Really Serena, you need to stop with that word already. There
won't be any ravishing, not until you're sober anyway."
"I'm not drunk," she announced confidently. She almost sounded convincing.
She sat up suddenly and threw her arms around his neck, leaving him stunned once
more. She looked directly into his eyes and gave him a rather direct, piercing blue-eyed
stare.
"Darien…."
"Uh… yeah?"
"You're an asshole."
"I know."
"And now that we've got that clear…." She gave him a hard shove so he fell
backwards and she quickly took advantage, straddling his waist. "I can't believe you think
I'm drunk! Do I look drunk to you?" She waved her hands in the air, like an overdramatic
opera singer. She couldn't possibly want him to answer that…. then again she wasn't entirely
drunk; she was deranged and just a bit high…. maybe a lot.
"Of all the rude and insulting things you've said and done this takes the cake! You're
refusing me based on the fact that you think I'm drunk. You drag me out of the middle of a
party, dump me on your bed, promise me a decent ravishing and then you have the gall to go
back on your promise. Well I'm not letting you off that easy! I did not spend the last two
years lusting after your ass to give up now that I have you alone in a room!"
Darien's eyes went wide. This had to be the strangest night of his life. He was being
straddled by a gorgeous blonde who desperately wanted him and had just admitted to
returning the same feelings he'd had for over a year now. If only she hadn't eaten those
brownies, he wouldn't have to consider the ethical ramifications of the situation.
He didn't have too much time to think more on the subject because she suddenly
pressed her lips to his. Resistance was futile as his brain quickly turned to mush. He did the
only thing he could. He kissed her back.
Of course she had to taste like heaven. She couldn't taste like spinach or onions she
had to taste sweeter than life itself. His brain migrated to lower elevations.
It was only when he felt her small hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirt and
rubbing the skin beneath that he finally came to his senses. He rolled over, taking her body
with him so that he was now straddling her.
"What do you think you're doing Serena?" She grinned mischievously.
"Well if you're not going to ravish me, I figured I would have to ravish you!" She
seemed quite pleased with herself for having thought of it.
He sighed in frustration. Why did he have to have morals?
"Serena," he began calmly, "Do you have any idea what was in those brownies Paul
gave you?"
"Chocolate of course and eggs I guess. Brownies have eggs right?" She seemed deep
in thought. He rolled off her. "I think they had nuts too and chocolate chips. It was really,
really good…"
"Serena!" he snapped.
"Yeah?"
"They had weed in them and god only knows what else!"
"Weed? What kind of weed? She didn't seem the least bit concerned or
comprehending.
"The illegal kind." She really was frustrating no matter how cute she was. This was a
girl built to drive a man crazy in more ways than one. "I can't"…. he searched for a tactful
word to replace 'ravish'. "I can't make love to you (was that even better?) tonight. You might
regret it tomorrow when you're more yourself. It's not because I don't want you, believe me,
I do, but it wouldn't be right."
"If you still feel this way tomorrow…." He added, crossing his mental fingers,
hoping and praying this wasn't a sick delusion and that she really did want him.
Serena sighed but seemed to accept his words. She seemed pretty calm about her first
and hopefully last drug experience. "What if we wait a little bit until I'm more myself and
then maybe I'll be more…sober ok?" Darien was stunned. Was she actually being reasonable?
He rolled off her and lay on his back next to her. They lay side by side for a few
minutes but for some reason he didn't feel like he'd really won. Technically he hadn't gotten
what he'd really wanted. Suddenly she sat up. She pulled the rest of her shirt over her head
and removed her bra. In one swift motion she straddled him again.
"I'm feeling much better now Darien!" she announced triumphantly. Darien stared,
wide-eyed his mouth hanging wide open as he ogled her perfect bare breasts. It was going to
be an interesting night!
It seemed there was no changing her mind. She was determined to have him with or
without his consent. She was going to ravish him and she was going to use those two perfect,
perky, pink-nippled orbs to help her do it.
Serena leaned over him and captured his mouth with her own. Any hope or dream of
resistance flew right out of his head right then. Nothing could have diverted her from her
new mission just then, as she planted these butterfly kisses all long his neck and jaw line
before returning her attention to his mouth, taking over with so much skill he wondered
how, after being kissed so many times, did this seems so new, exciting, and hot. With her
bare, soft, breasts pressed intimately against his chest and her legs straddling his hips he
realized that she was in control and reasoning with her was pointless. He'd just have to
remind her that this was all her fault tomorrow…not that he was really minding too much
right then.
She was good; he'd definitely give her that. In fact that was quite the
understatement. She was absolutely amazing. She had his pants off in record time and to
think he thought himself to be a pro at this. He'd have to make sure she ravaged him every
night after this. He groaned as her soft skin came in contact with his hardness.
He wasn't about to let her have all the fun however and he rolled her over unto her
back making equally short work of removing the rest of her clothing. Paul was definitely
right. She was hot. He wanted a taste of every inch of her perfection and he made it a point
until she was screaming in ecstasy, begging for him to stop.
As if she had read his mind, and captured his desires, she gladly returned the favor.
The feel of her tongue on his body was… like reaching nirvana. Her hands seemed to be
everywhere at once and every sweet inch of her body was nothing short of mind-blowing.
And just when the fireworks exploded with him buried so deep inside her newly breached
warmth that he never wanted to leave her ever; and he was so sure she'd consumed him, the
bedroom door swung open and there stood Paul grinning like a damn fool. He didn't stick
around too long having embarrassed them both thoroughly with his sudden appearance, but
before the door closed he could hear him yell down the hallway.
" Yo guys! Guess who's getting laid?"
Darien wasn't sure whether to kill him or thank him… for the brownies anyway.
Not too long after he had rid her of her innocence, a debatable term considering the
events preceding their explosive fusion, he heard her let out a deep satisfied sigh.
"Do you think I'm sober now?" she asked.
"I don't know and quite frankly, I wouldn't mind if you were never sober again!"
"So how would you like to be ravished again?"
Darien groaned. She really was something else. "I've been ravished twice already, let
me recover." Somehow the word didn't seem so inappropriate now. This was beyond sex. It
was way beyond anything in his realm of experience, which he'd suddenly decided was not
nearly enough to keep up with her demands.
"I know I'm not quite myself but I'm sure I'll enjoy this even more when I'm sober."
She was grinning like a satiated fool.
"You think so huh?" Darien asked, mischievously. He had a feeling she knew exactly
what she was doing. The brownies and alcohol had helped but he had this feeling she was
very much in control…. in a manner of speaking. He wondered how embarrassed she'd be
when she recalled her strip tease in a few more hours and he had a feeling she would
remember…in great detail.
"I know so." She replied confidently. A few moments later she spoke again.
"Darien?"
"Yes Serena?"
"I know you probably think I'm not in my right mind right now but what would
you say if I told you I think I'm in love with you?"
Darien was stumped. He knew she was definitely still high now. She would have
been, much like himself, too embarrassed to ever say anything of the sort while she was
sober. He didn't doubt the veracity of the statement, however.
"I'd say it makes me more of a fool for not having said it first." Had he the strength
to get up or even roll over he might have seen the huge smile spreading across her face.
"It's alright. You're excused she replied. I'm high remember, I bet I've said a lot of
things tonight."
He smiled at that. For another few moments they simply lay there, staring at the
blank ceiling until she finally broke the silence.
"So…. have you recovered yet?"
"Hey Serena! Hold up a sec!"
Serena turned around to see Lita running down the street trying to catch up with
her. She stopped and waited for the tall brunette to finally arrive.
Without even a hi, hello, or what's up, Lita launched into her apology. "I'm sooooo
sorry about last night Serena. Could you ever forgive me? I didn't mean to ditch you its just
that well Jason…well you know…well, really you don't because as it turns out he was a real
jerk and after I punched him out I finally came to find you but I couldn't and how did you
get home? Are you ok? Did you have fun? What happened?" It seemed a good while before
she remembered to breathe.
"It was good," Serena replied calmly. "You know, the usual. I drank too much, had
some pott brownies, got high, did a strip show, lost my virginity…" You know, the usual
stuff." Serena just kept walking not even paying attention to her friend whose face seemed
stuck in wide-eyed expression with a mouth so wide-open she seemed to be trying to catch
flies.
"Oh and by the way, I can't hang out later today, Darien's picking me up."
The End
I'd hate for anyone to think I condone or participate in the use of controlled and/or illegal substances. I don't even drink. While this fanfic shows the more humorous sides of what could happen when under the influence (and not very realistically I might add) its merely fantasy. The reality of what can actually occur is not only embarrassing (those who've watched drunks make asses of themselves know what I mean) and dangerous (like the guy who while drunk whittled a guitar in the nude, slipped and cut off a certain vital (to him anyway) body part).