Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ He Wants Me? ❯ He Wants Me? ( Chapter 2 )

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

Story # 20! Wow! I can't believe I've written this many stories. I'm
so proud of myself. Anyway, onto the story. It's about the couple
Amy and Zoicite, and the picture I got inspired from is by the artist
Lady Dream Weaver. Her picture can be found at Generals Love.

When you see this *, I am describing the picture in the scene.

My other stories are also found at GL and A Sailor Moon Romance,
Lovers That Never Were, and Lalala Land.
Rated R for a mild heavy sexy scene towards the end of this story
which is the sequel of "She Wants Me". WORD OF ADVICE: When you are
ready for intimacy, be responsible!
Entertainment only and have fun reading!

Naoko Takeuchi owns Sailor Moon. I don't!

Dedicated to Dream Lady Weaver. Your picture is kawaii!

PEACE!

Please e-mail me at sailordkc@hotmail.com for comments.


HE WANTS ME?
By Sailor DKC

"Oh, Amy! I can't believe you did that!" Mina squealed as she
squeezed one of Amy's pillows and bounced to sit on the corner of the
bed.
"Throwing one of the generals into the pond like that!" Lita kneeled
against one side of the bed, her arms perched on the mattress and her
hands cupping her cheeks. "I didn't think you had such strength."
"And you'll never believe who she threw!" Raye slid onto the bed,
next to Amy who was sitting against the headboard, and nudged her
shoulder with hers. "Zoicite!"
"No!" Serena exclaimed, shocked, as she flung from the chair at Amy's
dresser to sit on the bed as everyone else crowded around. "Ladies'
Man Zoicite! Why, by the Moon, did you do that?"

Amy felt very uncomfortable and embarrassed that she laughed
nervously. "It's really silly. I mean, I was so surprised what he
did to me that I just-" She got up from the bed as her friends moved
aside, and she paced around the room, wringing her hands.
"Amy, what did happen? What did he do to you?" Raye asked.
"Well, he gave me a hug-"
"That's it?" Lita asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Then he kissed my neck-"
"Oooooo!" Mina squeaked.
"Then he unraveled my necktie with his teeth and licked my neck!"

There was silence in the room as Amy stopped pacing and faced the
girls. After a moment, they burst into a fit of giggles. Amy looked
at them, a bit annoyed, and placed her hands on her hips. "What's so
funny?"
"Oh, honey! We're not laughing at you!" Serena chuckled. "It was the
way you said it. So abrupt!"
"Well, I just can't believe he'd resort to that just so he can make
another addition to his conquest list!"
"That's not what I heard," Mina said. "Oh, sure, Zoicite flirts with
lots of ladies and plans simple games or schemes in order for them to
accept his company. But I never heard of him going a little
physical."

"You know, that's true." Raye pushed herself to sit on the edge of
bed. "Amy, maybe you're special to him, otherwise, why would he dare
to go that far?"
Confused, Amy walked to her dresser and looked at herself in the
mirror. "I don't know. Why would he? I don't look as attractive as
those women he's been with."
"The answer's simple, Amy." Lita also got up and walked to where Amy
is. Placing a hand on her shoulder, she looked at her friend's
reflection. "He wants you."
"Of course," Serena agreed, coming to Amy's other side and placed her
hand on her other shoulder. "It's more than just beauty."
'Beauty?' Amy thought. 'Me?' Again, she looked at her reflection.
'He wants me?'

"I want her."
The other generals and the prince of Earth paused during their pool
game and looked up in shock at Zoicite.
"I see." Malachite took his tip cleaner and rubbed his pole tip. "And
how do you want her, my friend?"
"In the worst way." Zoicite smoothed one hand down the pole as if
caressing it.
Jedite whistled in a low seductive tone. "That bad, huh? I don't
think you've ever gone this far."
Nephlite struck one ball in a corner pocket. "This Amy you are
yearning for. Isn't she one of the Sailor Soldiers of the Moon
Kingdom?"
"Uh-huh. And a lovely little bubble! That face! That body!" Zoicite
leaned back against the pool table and stared up in the air as if
dreaming of her.

"Bubble? Now you're giving her endearments?" Darien slid a rack to
the next level with his pole. "How do you know she feels the same
about you?"
"After all, she did throw you into that pond!" Jedite chuckled,
aiming a shot at the 8 ball. "That sounds like she doesn't like you
very much."
"Oh, she wants me. Bad." Smugly smiling, Zoicite took the tip cleaner
and cleaned his pole. "I just have to convince her."
"Hmph!" Nephlite snorted as he moved over to give his friend room to
make his shot. "I'd be careful if I were you. You better make sure
you do the right thing."

"He's right, my friend," Malachite pointed out. "You better be sure
if she really wants to receive your attentions."
"Amy of Mercury is one of the most respected women on the Moon and a
closest friend to the Princess Serena." Darien grabbed hold of
Zoicite's arm before he made his shot. "I would really be
disappointed in you if she is taken advantage of."
Annoyed, Zoicite jerked his arm off the prince's grip. "I take
advantage of no one. Women come to me willingly." He made a shot.

One night a ball was held at Prince Darien's castle. It was a lovely
evening of music, food, and dancing in the evening hall. Amy was
enjoying herself, accepting a few dances from some men. 'As long as I
don't end up dancing with Zoicite,' she thought as she swirled around
the room with her partner. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder, and
the next thing she knew she was out of her partner's arms and
spinning into the arms of-
"Zoicite!"
"Ah, my little bubble Amy! I'm pleased you remembered my name."
Amy just stared at him in shock as they danced across the floor.
Their position was his hand settled at the small of her back and his
other hand holding hers while her other hand rested on his shoulder.
He moved a little space between so he can appraise her from head to
to toe. "You look lovely. Your dress matches with the color of your
hair and your eyes." Lifting a hand, he smoothed over one side of
her short locks to curve around her dainty ear. As he caressed her
tiny lobe, he looked at her with such deep intensity.

Feeling hot all over and her nerves tingling, Amy broke away, saying,
"Excuse me, I need a cold drink!" She disappeared into the crowd.
"What the-?" Zoicite stood there, arms still wide open, shocked. "Oh,
that does it!" He followed after her, searching through the dancing
couples. 'I've complimented her on her beauty, and she takes off. She
throws me in a pond just because I made a harmless pass. And she
forgot my name!' he thought, angrily.
Amy stopped at the punch bowel on the table, took a cup, and drank
from it. The liquid burned down her throat, but she was too nervous
to realize it. When she finished it, she set it down and let out a
big sigh. Stepping back to turn around, she ended up backing into a
wall of muscle.

Her skin created goose bumps as she felt warm breathing down her
hair. 'Oh, dear!' she thought as she turned to look into the green
eyes of a tall man with golden red hair. 'He actually came after me?'
"My dear Amy, I would like to know why you are running away from me
every time we meet," said an impatient Earth General, anger written
all over his face.
"Forgive me, sir!" Amy blurted out. "I mean, I'm not used to being
pursued by men like this. I don't know how to respond. It has nothing
to do with you at all."
The anger faded away to be replaced with surprise. "Oh, I see."
Shivering with nerves, Amy rubbed her upper arms up and down. "In
fact, I get very uptight when I'm nervous. I wish I could loosen up a
bit."
"Really?" Zoicite drawled, a wicked idea forming in his head. "Well,
allow me to help you. First, take another helping of punch."
Reaching behind her, he took a cup that had some alcohol in it and
presented it to her. Amy drank it.

Two cups of punch later, Amy giggled as she and Zoicite danced to a
bouncy tune. Towards the end, he twirled her around and around. At
the finale crescendo, he dipped her, and she flung her head and her
arm back, letting out a happy gasp. As the other dancers stopped and
clapped, a new tune began. Zoicite gently lifted Amy until they
stared at each other eye to eye. As he lowered his head, Amy lifted
her hand to his lips.

* Holding her close, Zoicite closed his eyes as he felt her fingers
caressing his lips and chin. Amy place her arm around his neck under
his hair as she nuzzled her nose to his, staring at him. *

"Hmmm! I've never felt so alive!" Amy said in a breathless tone. She
traced her finger up and down his nose slope and gave his tip a peck.
"I'm glad you're having a good time," Zoicite murmured seductively,
as he pressed her closer to him, his forehead caressing hers. Under
the influence of the punch, Amy noticed how incredibly beautiful he
looked. The way his hair curled over his forehead, and how his
feminine features made him look so masculine and sexy up close. His
penetrating green gaze hypnotized her into a mesmerized state. She
didn't complain as he lowered his head and took her mouth with his.

Zoicite groaned inwardly as he kissed her. Her lips felt tenderly
soft and tasted so sweet. Opening one eye, he realized no one
noticing their passionate display, so with a quick flick of his hand,
they both disappeared. Reappearing in an unused guestroom of the
castle, he guided Amy to the bed, and with cries of astonishment,
they both fell on it, all this time still kissing.
Amy moaned, sighed, and squealed as she felt him touching her
erotically. She pushed her chest up as she felt her breast gently
squeezed through her dress. Zoicite grunted huskily as he thrust
against her. As she began making sweet breathing noises, he gasped
hurriedly as he shoved down a part of her dress to expose her push-
up bra, revealing a pair of upthrusted flesh. Placing nibbling kisses
on them, he sneaked a hand under her dress and caressed her
intimately.

Amy cried out in ecstasy. With her hands, she raised his head and
kissed him, feeling his tongue touching hers. Then she unbuttoned his
uniform and stroked his bare chest, making him groan. Her hands went
to his hair again, running her fingers through until she reached his
hair tie. Untying it, she felt his hair become disarrayed in her
fingers. She pulled away to watch his hair frame his face as he
loomed over her, staring with such passion. "You're so beautiful,"
she whispered, dazed. "Like in my dreams."
Raising an eyebrow, Zoicite smiled smugly. "So you dreamt of me." He
lowered his head.
"Yes!" She gasped as felt him kissing her throat down to her breasts
again. "Like this is a dream."

Pausing, he looked at her, puzzled. "This? A dream?"
Nodding, her eyelids began to drift downwards. "In my dreams, I let
you hold me like this. But in reality, I wouldn't let you do that. I
don't want to be another one of your conquests."
Straightening up away from her, he watched her fighting her
sleepiness. "I see."
"I can't...(yawns)...understand though...why you want me. Huh?...(giggles)...
He wants me? Yeah, right...(yawns)...He...wants..." Amy drifted off to
sleep. Zoicite looked at her for awhile, then adjusted her clothing,
and placed the bed cover over her.

Sliding off the bed, he adjusted his clothing as he watched her
slept. Finished, he bent over and kissed her forehead. "I'm so sorry.
I want you so bad that I nearly took advantage of you," he whispered
into her hair. Rising, he turned and headed for the door. He opened
it and turned back to look at the sleeping figure. "I won't have you
that way. You're special. I'll have you if you will let me. And only
if you willingly consent."
He shut the door behind him.


THE END

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