Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Seduction ❯ And This is How we get Into Trouble ( Chapter 2 )

Serena and Lita's entrance did not go unnoticed. Lita wore a green tube top with a jean skirt and matching sandals. She smiled at the boys who were running appreciative eyes over her body and walked confidently over to where the others were. Serena was just behind her. She had put her hair up in a high ponytail. Her outfit was far more daring than she was used to. She wore a black, hip-hugging skirt that hardly came to her mid-thighs. Her top was a deep red, lightly boned bodice with black lacings up the front and a low scoop neckline that revealed a great deal of her cleavage. She wore knee-high black boots with a low heel and a black lace choker around her neck. She smiled as she joined her friends. Mina whistled softly.

"Wow, I know you said you were going to wear something different, but I thought you meant like…hip not…um…goth."

Serena laughed softly as she shoved a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She had foregone make-up as too much trouble, but Mina was right. The dark clothes against her pale skin and hair did make her unnaturally white.

"Well I was feeling rebellious."

The music started, the bass thumping through them and they looked to the quickly filling dance floor. In silent agreement they moved toward the crowd, determined to have a good time.

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Darien and Andy entered the party and couldn't help but smile. Andy got them drinks as they surveyed the crowd. The scent of sweat seemed to permeate the room, but it was not the unwashed smell of a locker room. Darien ran an appreciative eye over a scantily clad girl and felt his smile become just a little more relaxed. Yes, this was going to be a good party.

A flash of red caught his attention and he turned to see Rei, in a red halter dress dancing with some guy. He felt his smile dissolve. Were they all here? He scanned the room. Ami and Mina were standing off to the side watching and holding court over a small coterie of admirers. Lita was dancing with a high school boy and Serena…Serena was…it took him a full five minutes to find her and when he did he wished he hadn't. She looked so different. The shy gentle school girl was gone. Here was a seductress, who had cast her spell over a good dozen guys. She was dancing alone though, apparently oblivious to their advances and charms.

He watched her hips sway in time to the music. Her hands slid over her own body and he felt his breath catch as her finger tips played across the tops of her breast and along the hem of her skirt. Sweat made her skin glow a pale white, standing out against the black and blood red of her clothes. Her soft, wine-dark lips were opened slightly, begging to be kissed. Her eyes were closed as she let the music seduce her. He set his drink down and stepped back. What the hell was wrong with him? This was Serena! She was too young, obnoxious, naive and all around annoying. Yet as he watched her he could not help but admit he found her damned attractive.

As he watched the song ended. Several boys tried to converge on her, but a new song began and she ignored them. None seemed brave enough to force themselves upon her. There was an air about her, as though she were untouchable. Darien watched her for long minutes before he took note of the others in the room. That was when he saw Evan. Evan had a bad reputation among the girls at their school, and Evan was eyeing Serena. He walked over to the bar and held up two fingers. Stories from some of the girls flashed through his mind, tales of how they had let Evan buy them a drink and woken up hours later with no clue what had happened. Fear gripped his heart as he looked at Serena. She didn't know any better, she was innocent and it was his duty to protect her.

Without even wondering where that last thought had come from, he moved from his place of observation and slipped out on to the dance floor. It was relatively easy to move through the crowd until he was behind her. He slid his body against hers, his hands on her hips as he moved with her. She gasped softly and he bent his head, his mouth by her ear, his voice too low to be recognized.

"Dance with me, Princess."

He slid one hand to her stomach and pulled her against him. She did not protest and actually adjusted her motion to suit his. Darien knew he was suddenly in trouble. Her soft body moved against his provocatively and he closed his eyes, letting out a low groan as the blood rushed to his groin. Her fingers danced over his hands and then his thighs and he knew she was becoming aroused too. Her taught butt fit too well against his hips as he opened his eyes and tried to focus. Suddenly she thrust her hips back against him, her body rolling against his and he was reminded of a cat stretching as her arms came over her head and descended to slip along his face and shoulders. He gasped at the feeling, his hand lifting her against him, his fingers brushing the undersides of her pert breasts as his other hand slid down to the hem line of her skirt. His fingers played along the exposed skin, gently stroking the sensitive areas of her inner thigh. He could hear her gasp as she pushed herself against him harder, wanting more of what he was giving her. He bent his head once more, his breath tickling her skin.

"Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

He saw that annoying knowing smile. "Yes."

"And what do I do to you, Princess."

She gave a soft breathy moan and he honestly thought he was going to lose it right then. "I'm on fire."

The song ended and he took her hand, pulling her off the floor. Serena turned to follow him, but all she could see was a blue shirt, black hair, and large warm hands. Her body still tingled at every place he had touched her, and the spot on her neck where his breath had fallen was still sending shots of pleasure down her spine. He pulled her into one of the private nooks located through out the small club. At last he turned to face her and she gasped.

"Darien?"

He looked at her, her eyes wide with shock, her skin damp with perspiration and flushed from arousal. Her mouth was open slightly in surprise and he watched as she licked her lips, trying to find words. That proved to be his undoing. With a low moan, he pulled her to him, his arm around her waist as he locked her supple body against his firm one. His lips descended and claimed hers in as gentle a kiss as he could manage. At first she did not respond and he loosened his grip, preparing to release her, when suddenly she seemed to surge forward against his mouth. Her lips moved against his and he smiled at the ferocity of her kiss. After a moment they parted breathless. She looked up at him.

"I…I need to go."

She turned and he caught her hand, pulling her against him once more. "Why?"

"Because we can't be like this."

"Why not?" His lips brushed the delicate shell of her ear. "Don't tell me there is another, because I know there isn't."

She trembled as he found the sensitive spot just behind her ear. "We hate each other. Don't we?"

She sounded as though she were trying to convince herself. "I have never hated you."

His lips traveled downward, flitting feather light over the delicate skin of her neck before he nipped lightly at her pulse point. She gasped softly, arching her back and thrusting her breasts against him. He groaned as he renewed her grip on her, crushing her against him. He moved further down, along her shoulder and collarbone, devouring the sweet flesh before him. His hand massaged her back while the other squeezed her leg, his fingers brushing at her inner thigh. After a moment she managed to get her breathing under control again.

"Not like this…not here."

Darien stopped his assault on her senses and slowly released her. He stepped back, and nodded, looking away. "I'm sorry."

She reached up and touched his chin, forcing him to look at her. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

She rubbed her forehead, trying to understand just what her body was telling her. He reached over and pushed a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"I…I think I'm going to go now."

"I'll walk you home."

She blushed at his sudden concern. "You don't have to, I'll be ok."

"Please, let me."

She nodded and silently they slipped out of the club. Once they were outside Serena took a deep cleansing breath, letting the cool night air dry the sweat on her skin, and calm the heat of her body. She had thought for a moment there that she was going to burn up from the inside out. She smiled at Darien as they started walking slowly through the dark streets. Serena was tempted to reach over and take his hand, but she could see the turmoil behind his eyes so she left him.

Darien was finally able to analyze his actions and he did not like what he found. He had reacted to Serena being in danger the same way he reacted to Sailor Moon. He had thought he was falling in love with Sailor Moon, but if that were true, then why was he so attracted to Serena? He glanced at her and noted that she was silent, which was odd. After a moment he reached over and took her hand gently in his. She glanced down at their linked hands then up at him, silently asking him if he was sure. He smiled to reassure her. Whatever his mind said, his heart was telling him this was right. He didn't need the pressure in his pants to tell him that his body was whole-heartedly agreeing.

They were just about to pass a dark alley when his gut seemed to fail him. He stopped, forcing her to stop too. They both eyed the darkened passage for a moment before, in silent agreement, they moved to cross the street. Suddenly Darien saw a flash of metal, he yanked Serena behind him as Evan and his friends poured out of the alley. The flash of metal had been Evan's knife reflecting the street lights. Darien assessed the situation quickly, this was not good.

"What do you want, Evan?"

"I think you well know." He gestured toward Serena with his knife. "Give her over, Darien, it's not like she means anything to you."

"You are not going to hurt her."

"And who's going to stop me? You?" He let out a low chuckle, and the others behind him echoed it, proving in Darien's mind just how brainless they all were. "She's to be our entertainment tonight. Our own little whore. Normally we do this with them unconscious, but you already ruined that plan."

He felt her grip on his hand tighten as he glared at them. "Go get your jollies someplace else."

"She'll dance for us the way she danced for you." A sly smile touched his lips. "You can have first go, if you want. We're not that picky, and she might even like it coming from you."

He heard a strangled sob come from behind him, and gave Serena's hand a gentle squeeze trying to calm her. "Go fuck yourself fagot!"

Evan screamed in rage as he charged. Darien released Serena's hand and stepped forward, his hands closed on the wrist holding the knife and twisted, flipping his arm around and reversing the path of the knife back into Evan's stomach. The disgustingly sweet metallic scent of blood filled his nostrils, and then the others charged. Darien wrenched the blood stained knife free and held it loosely. Several of the others were armed and he knew instinctively that there were too many for him to fight.

He was about to tell Serena to run when he watched in horror as she ran past him toward the first of their attackers. He punched high toward her face and she ducked low, her leg sweeping his feet out from under him. She rose, completing the circle when she brought her fisted hand into the face of the man behind him. Darien charged as well, dropping the knife as useless. He punched low in the kidneys, and the man doubled over in time to meet Darien's knee. His fist contacted squarely with the nose of the next and the others backed off, surprised by the easy defeat of their comrades and the ferocity of what they had thought easy prey.

Darien and Serena took a step back and the thugs helped Evan and the other wounded to their feet before running off. Serena was panting softly, that stubborn strand of hair across her face once more. Then with a soft sigh she sank to her knees. Darien was beside her quickly.

"Are you hurt?" She nodded. "Where?"

"My ankle. I think I twisted it when I kicked that guy."

He glanced down at his blood covered hands and winced. "I don't know how much help I'll be."

Tentatively she laid her hand in his. "It's ok, I don't mind. Lita's place is only a few blocks from here."

He glanced around them. "If you don't mind, my place is closer."

She nodded and he scooped her up in his arms, cutting through the alley Evan had hidden in he emerged on a different street. It was less than a minute to the door of his apartment building. In the elevator he felt her rest her head against his shoulder.

"You know them?"

"Vaguely. I know of them and Evan and I go to the same school. So I guess I do know them in a sense." He was babbling and he knew it, but worry overrode his embarrassment.

"What he said, about you ruining their plans…"

He smiled down at her. "I saw him getting ready to buy you a drink. I'd heard of his reputation…that's why I started dancing with you."

She smiled as she snuggled closer. "I'm glad I have you to protect me."

He couldn't help but enjoy the contact more than a little. It was a minor struggle to unlock his door, but at last he set her down in a chair in his kitchen. Gently he unzipped the boots and slid them off her feet. Her right ankle was puffy and red. He blew out a breath and shook his head.

"That thing is going to be completely useless for the next couple days."

He rose and washed his hands and forearms while she examined her ankle. Noting the blood on the front of his shirt he removed it then went into his bedroom. There he found a shirt and some clean boxers he brought them and a clean towel out to her.

"If I help you into the bathroom, can you shower?"

She looked up and felt her breath catch. Did he know how good he looked, standing there shirtless? Silently she nodded. He helped her rise and hobble to the bathroom where she took the clothes and towel with mumbled thanks and a deep scarlet blush. He smiled at the shut door. How strange. Of all the women in his life Serena was the first he had ever brought home with him, and he didn't really mind the idea of it at all. He heard the shower start and silently thanked whatever God was listening that he had cleaned his place just yesterday. He went into the kitchen and put on a pot of water to boil. While he was doing that, he pulled some tofu out of the fridge. A few minutes later the apartment was filled with the scent of cooking food.

He heard the sound of the shower stop and thought nothing of it. A few minutes later Serena opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom. Using the walls for support she managed to make it to the kitchen. Darien turned to offer her some tea and felt his heart stop. His shirt was too big for her, and she'd rolled up the sleeves. It hung down far enough that he had to look hard to be sure she was indeed wearing the boxers. The overall effect though, made her look damn sexy. She flushed at his attention and took a seat at the table. He shook himself mentally and poured her a cup of tea before transferring the food to the table.

"I hope you're hungry."

She grinned at him. "Always."

She started to eat. He half expected her to bolt her food the way he'd seen her do when she ate with her friends, but now she ate slowly, taking the time to chew and savor each bite. She smiled at him.

"This is good. I can't cook to save my life."

He shrugged. "If you live on your own, you learn."

She shook her head. "No, I would start living off of ramen and prepackaged microwave dinners. Then I'd get fat and feel guilty and starve myself and start all over again."

He blinked in surprise. Did she really know herself so well that she could predict exactly what her long term actions would be? She looked out the glass balcony doors at the city beyond. Her hair was still damp and it was beginning to soak his shirt. He felt his pants suddenly become uncomfortably tight as he realized she was not wearing a bra. One wet patch was slowly advancing down the front of the shirt. Another inch and he would be able to see her nipple. It had definitely been a mistake to loan her a white shirt, but after the club he wanted to see his bright Serena, not the temptress. Now he was seeing that even his happy, everyday Serena was just as seductive. She sighed as she watched the crescent moon cast its light upon the city, her city. Then she turned back to him and smiled, blissfully unaware of the effect she was having.

"You know, nights like this I can't imagine living anywhere else but Tokyo."

"It is an interesting place. Anywhere else would seem boring by comparison."

"I think that no matter how much time passes, this place will never really change. The face of it might, but the heart of it will remain the same." She took a long sip of her tea and smiled at him. "That was really good, thank you."

He rose preparing to the gather up the dishes but she beat him to it. She hobbled over to the sink and began to wash the dishes despite his protests. She laughed softly as he pointed out she was wounded.

"A twisted ankle never stopped anyone from doing some dishes."

"But this is my place and…"

"And you cooked for me so I can clean up." She shot him a look that told him he was not going to win this argument.

"Still…"

She gave a sigh. "If you feel you must do something, you can see about getting the blood off my clothes."

He rose and gave a flourish and a bow. "As you command, my Lady."

Even as he said it he felt something inside him click into place, as though a part of his knew it was right to act this way toward her. She laughed softly and he shook the feeling off before going to the bathroom and gathering her clothes, there was no bra among them either and he felt his already uncomfortable problem grow with the thought that there had been so little between his hands and her. He put her clothes and his shirt in the washing machine, setting it for gentle since his shirt was silk. He returned in time to help her dry the dishes and put them away. Amazingly, her hair was still soaking wet. He lifted a water laden strand of it, moving it away from the growing patch of dampness on her chest. One problem solved.

"Does this stuff ever dry?"

"Once in a blue moon."

She yawned and shook her head. "I'll go make up the bed for you."

"No, I'll sleep on the couch."

He stopped and frowned at her. She shrugged at his puzzled look. "This is your place and I'm not going to run you out of your own bed. Now don't argue with me, because you're not going to win."

A soft beeping interrupted the budding argument and they both looked toward Serena's purse. Serena frowned and he saw indecision in her eyes. At last she opened the purse and pulled out a small compact, holding it so that Darien couldn't see she opened it.

"Where the hell are you?"

She winced at Rei's voice. "I left early, don't worry I'm at a friend's place."

"A friend? We're worried about you and they're attacking, say your goodbyes and meet us by the warehouses north of the club."

There was a soft beep as Rei signed off. Serena looked up into Darien's confused face. She bit her lip softly and took his hand.

"I have something I want to tell you, have wanted to tell you for a while though why I don't know. Well, to be honest, I've felt this need to tell you for a while." She blushed as she realized she was babbling. "But I need you to promise that no other will ever learn it from you. Please, you have to promise me."

He nodded. "I promise."

She released him and stepped back. He was sure she said something and then suddenly the room was filled with light. He stepped back in shock as her clothes vanished. Ribbon slipped over her skin, covering her before he could see anything, not that he was very disappointed. The night had been too sexually charged as it was. After a moment the light vanished and Sailor Moon stood before him. He knew he was staring like some damn fool but he didn't care. This was why, this answered everything. He smiled as produced a rose from thin air. He heard her gasp softly as he transformed.

"I take it this means the rest of your friends are the other Sailor Scouts?"

She laughed softly. "It would figure."

She took a step and gasped in pain as her ankle refused to support her. He wrapped an arm around her waist. "I'll carry you there."