Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Time Spent, Time Shared ❯ Chapter 3: Workout Time: Lita & Nephlite ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Hi yet again! I hope you have enjoyed my second chapter of this story,
which is a "sekkushiaru roman " or sexual romance story. It is in
tribute to Naoko Takeuchi's famous painting of the four Sailor Scouts
of Princess Serena and the four Generals of Prince Darien.

I hope you like my third chapter. Please send in your comments. Also,
I only wrote this for entertainment, not to make any claims or
corrections. So have fun reading!

I do not own Sailor Moon. She belongs to Takeuchi. If any other author
might find some familiar storylines in my work, it was because I may
have read your stories. So this is dedicated to all Sailor Moon Fans,
SM authors and romance authors. Your works were my inspiration!

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



Time Spent, Time Shared
By Sailor DKC

Chapter 3-Workout Time: Lita and Nephlite


In the castle of Prince Darien, a girl with long brown hair, done up
in a green ball ponytail clasp was practicing back flips in the Royal
gymnasium. She loved a good workout so she came to the gymnasium an
hour after lunch and had been exercising by herself for half an hour.
After each back flip, she would land on her feet and do a few karate
kicks, yelling, "HEE-YA!" for every kick.
Hearing the door open behind her, she spun around, lashing her right
foot to strike-...

"HEY!" Nephlite ducked below her swinging foot just in time.
"Whoa! Sorry, hunky!" Lita said, walking over to him and giving him a
kiss. "Came to practice a little swordplay?"
"Yeah. But go on with your workout." Nephlite walked over the large mat
on the other side of the room. He was carrying his own sword which he
took out of his saber case. Placing the case in a corner, he positioned
himself on the mat and began practicing a few parries and thrusts.

Lita watched him as he practiced. 'Man,' she thought, 'he sure looks
good in his black leotard and tights. It fits every part of his body.'
She sighed deeply. 'So lean and muscular.'
Shivering, Lita recalled the last time they made love. He was so gentle
with his hands, yet he responded so wildly. 'Mmmmm,' she thought, 'it
was so...so...-'
She paused for a moment. She wanted to think 'beautiful!' but it just
couldn't come to her head. She then stared at the muscular man with
long dark brown hair who made an attack move in a fighting stance.

Turning away to resume her exercise, Lita reflected, 'I wonder if it's
just sex between Nephlite and me. Sure it's great and hot, but I wish
Nephlite could say "You're beautiful" to my eyes instead of my bosom."
She looked down at her chest and sighed. 'I guess it's the only best
attribute that I have since Nephlite stays close to me.' Wistfully, she
looked at Nephlite as he did some more practice swings. 'I wish he
would love me the way I love him.' Sadly, she turned back to resume her
workout.

As he swung his sword several times and did a few forward thrusts in
an attack form, Nephlite turned his head occasionally to observe Lita's
exercising.
'Amazing!' he thought, admiring her satin green leotard and tights
fitting snugly on her built yet slender form. As she did a high karate
kick, he observed the determination in her face and the wisps of her
hair escaping from her hair clasp and plastering against her sweaty
forehead.
'She's more than that. She's so beautiful.' He added an afterthought,
chuckling, 'And her body's not bad, either.' A vivid image of Lita and
him being intimate came into his mind. He remembered how hot she made
him feel when she touched him down there...
He shook his head, the image vanishing. 'Is it always going to be just
sex between us?' he thought. 'I mean Lita's got a great body and all,
but I care for her more than that. All she seems interested is getting
her hands all over me.' He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 'I
wish she could love me for me like I love her for her.' Making a small,
sad face, Nephlite resumed his swordplay.

After another half hour of workout and practice, Lita dried off her
sweat with her towel and headed toward the door to go shower in her
room. Also finished, Nephlite had put away his sword and headed toward
the door also, carrying the sword case.
"Hey, great workout!" he complimented, stopping as they met halfway.
"That was some pretty good moves you did."
"Thanks," Lita replied, also stopping and facing him. "I noticed that
your swordplay is getting better and better. Maybe you can show me a
few tricks."
"Sure. Let me give you a brief lesson right now." He put down his case.
"OK."
"Come stand in front of me with your back facing me." He gestured and
she stood in the required position. Taking her left hand in his, he
stretched both their arms out. His right hand went around her waist and
settled on her stomach, steadying her. She was aware of the close
position they are in, but decided not to show it.

"This is the attack position," Nephlite said, his warm breath caressing
her ear. Feeling the vibration of his voice tingling on her skin, Lita
shivered. She leaned back a little, brushing her buttocks against him.
Nephlite jumped and felt a stirring in his manhood. 'No!' he thought,
'I am just giving her a lesson!'
He cleared his throat. "Now when you're holding the sword, you must
grip the handle lightly and lunge like this." He lunged forward,
thrusting his hand forward as if he had the sword. Lita copied him and
soon they were moving repeatedly at the same time.

"That's good. You learn fast," commented Nephlite as he straightened
up.
"Now, I'll give you a brief lesson," Lita offered.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I'll teach you one of my self-defense attacks."
"Lita, I'm one of Prince Darien's generals. I know how to defend
myself."
"Then pretend to rob me by coming up behind me. I'll show you one of
my moves."
"You really think you can get me? You are aware that nothing will
distract me once I proceed to attack."
Looking into his deep blue eyes, Lita gave him a smug smile. "Oh, yeah?
I'll show you."
Nephlite chuckled. "OK. Let's have at it!"

Stepping a few feet away from him onto the mat, Lita turned her back
to him. She already sensed him coming up quietly towards her. Suddenly,
Nephlite seized her by wrapping his right arm around her shoulders. His
left arm appeared across her lower left foreman, past her firm stomach,
lastly, his hand clasped tightly on her right wrist.
Holding her tightly against him, he talked in a gruff, raspy voice into
her ear.
"All right, gorgeous, hand over your purse and your jewelry, especially
those lovely rose earrings you've got!"
Lita struggled and grunted. 'Jeez!' she thought, 'He's really got me!
I've got to distract him somehow.'
An idea came into her head and she smiled wickedly.

In a damsel-in-distress voice, she whimpered, "Oh, sir, please don't
hurt me!"
"Huh?" Her reply surprised Nephlite and his hold on her lessened a bit.
"I'll give you everything I have! But, uh..." Lita started to massage his
front with her bottom. "...isn't there anything I could do to reason with
you?"
Shuddering, Nephlite felt her firm cheeks slide up and down his manhood
which was beginning to harden. "Well, I...uh-" he never finished
because at that moment, Lita broke free from his grasp. She spun to
face him, grab his wrist, twisted herself about face, and yanked the
surprised man, flipping him over her right shoulder. He landed on the
mat with a SLAM! on his back.
"OOOOFFF!" He cried out, immediately rubbing his back and groaning
loudly as if in pain.
"Nephlite! Oh no!" Lita rushed to him, kneeling and cradling his head
with her hands. "Honey, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to throw you that
hard!" Another groan of pain. "Oh dear!" She placed her hands on his
shoulders. "I'll help you up! Just let me-"

Her waist was suddenly grabbed, and the next thing she knew, she was
rolling across the mat with Nephlite. They stopped when he was on top
of her. Looking into her clear green eyes, Nephlite smiled
mischievously.
"Well," he said, "you got me. Now I got you!"
Lita blinked in shock. "You're not hurt?"
"Oh, no, sweetie. I was just surpri- Hey! Ow! Ow! Lita!" He rolled
off her, covering his head with his arms as she, kneeling over him,
pummeled with her fists.
"You jerk! How can you scare me like that? I thought you were really
hurt!"
"Lita! Ow! I'm sorry! Ow! Ow!"
"Don't ever do that again!" Lita continued punching him. "I'll die if
anything happens to you! I love you too much to risk it!"
Nephlite raised his head all of a sudden and faced her, still kneeling.
Despite her continuous hitting, he stared at her, shocked and aware of
the three little words that were spoken.

"You love me?" he asked in a quiet tone as if he couldn't believe it.
Lita stopped her actions when she realized what she said before.
Lowering her fists, she stared at him, also shocked. She opened her
mouth to say something, but there was nothing to say but,
"I love you."
Nephlite's heart leapt for joy. His eyes took in the sight of her
kneeling in front of him, her hair messed up, her mouth slightly open
as she breathed, and her eyes beginning to fill up with tears.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "Oh, Lita!"
he murmured in a loving tone. "I lo-...mmph!" He never got to finish
again since Lita jumped on him, kissing him passionately on the mouth.
They both fell on the mat, with her on top of him.
'No!' Lita thought as she kissed him erotically with her tongue. 'I
don't want him to tell me that he only cares for me.'
Nephlite started to respond and played on her tongue with his while
his hands caressed her back up and down and all over. 'Lita!' he
thought. 'I want to tell you how I feel about you, but how can I when
you're-...ooohhh, by the stars, she feels so good!'

His hands brushed over her firm bottom, then her thighs, then back to
her bottom. He gave her shapely cheeks an affectionate squeeze and
pressed her down so she can feel his arousal. Lita moaned into his
mouth and stared into his eyes. As they kissed and gazed at each other,
she thought, 'If only he loves me, too. But I won't think about that
now. Now, I just want to kiss him, hold him, and show how much I love
him.'
Breaking the kiss, she got up and held her hand out to him. He took it
and pulled himself up. They stood facing each other. Then, slowly,
Lita reached up to her thin leotard straps and peeled them down. She
continued pulling her top down until her large, plump breasts sprung
free. Nephlite swallowed hard at the sight of the beautiful pair of
flesh, the nipples hardening as he gazed hungrily at them.

After giving him a moment to stare at her bosom, Lita pulled off the
rest of her clothes and stood before him, nude. She sighed sadly as he
took a step forward and cradled her breasts in his hard, strong hands.
'It doesn't matter if he only loves my body,' she thought. 'At least
he knows I love him.'
"You are exquisite, Lita" Nephlite mumbled as he squeezed her bosom and
teased her nipples with his thumbs. He wanted to say, "I love you" but
decided that now was not a good time. He played with her nipples until
they started to pout. Lita closed her eyes, moaned and swayed her body, seductively. Pushing her breasts together so that her nipples would
meet, Nephlite bent his head and enveloped her nubs into his mouth.
Clamping them gently with his teeth, he suckled erotically.
Lita threw her head back and gasped in ecstasy. She placed her hands on
his shoulders to steady herself. Soothing sounds came from his throat
as he tongued her breasts, causing her to become wet. She shifted foot
to foot as if she couldn't wait any longer.

Nephlite straightened up and placed an arm around her back while his
other hand touched and caressed her womanhood.
"Mmmmmm, sweetie" he drawled, sexily. "I love it when you're wet. That
means you want me, don't you?"
Unable to speak, Lita nodded quickly, then gasping and mewing as he
stroked her a little faster. She could feel his strong muscular
shoulders and arms where she rested her own hands and arms. Feeling
the fabric of his leotard against her bare skin, Lita now yearned to
touch him. Tiptoeing, she whispered into his ear, "Take your clothes
off. I want to touch you."

No sooner than she said it, Nephlite released her and quickly pulled
off his leotard and tights. He stood before her, fully aroused.
Stepping up to him, Lita whispered seductively, driving him crazy.
"I love touching you." She placed her hand on his shoulders. "Here."
Then she ran them down his arms and up again, then to his chest.
"Here." She brushed his nipples with her finger nails, then bending
her head to lick and nip them gently with her tongue and teeth.
Nephlite moaned loudly as she slid her hands to his hard stomach and
rubbed it softly. "And here," she mumbled against his chin as his head
tilted back, his mouth slightly open in ecstasy. Placing a loving kiss
on his chin, Lita then placed her hands on his erection and gently
caressed him. "And, finally here."

Running her hands up and down him, she heard his gasp of torture and
smiled. Still touching him, his manhood felt hot and hard, yet at the
same time, soft and smooth. She raised one hand to bring down his head
to kiss him while the other lightly touched and cupped and squeezed
him. Breaking the kiss, Nephlite grabbed Lita by the shoulders and
pushed her gently onto the mat. Spreading her legs, he laid on top of
her and entered her, roughly. Both let out moans of delight.
"I'm sorry," he breathed as he bent his head to taste her mouth. "I
couldn't wait. I want you, now."
"Don't be sorry," she gasped as she felt him move in her. "Just love
me, love me, Nephlite!"
'I do love you!' he thought as he started to pump. He could feel her
tighten around him, and he pumped faster. She raised her hips
repeatedly to take more of him in.
"Uuhhh! Uuhhh! Lita, baby! Yes! Yes!" Nephlite clenched his teeth as
he felt the moment arriving.
"Aahh! Oohh! Baby, yes! Oohhh! Oohhh!" Lita gripped his buttocks,
urging him to be one with her.
They both cried out their releases.
"NEPHLITE!"
"LITA!"

He collapsed on her, then slowly rolled off, and gathered her in his
arms. Tingling, she slid her arms around his waist and hugged him hard.
"Nephlite?"
"Mmmmm?"
"I don't expect anything from you because of what I've said earlier."
"What?" Confused, he looked at her.
"I know you only care for me." Releasing from his arms, Lita got up
and started putting on her clothes. "And I'm fine with that. And no
matter what, I'll always love you."
Nephlite noticed the tears streaming down her face. "Lita," he said,
grabbing his clothes and starting to put them on. "Wait a second. I
have to tell you that I lo-..."
"It's OK! You don't have to say anything else." Picking up her towel,
she ran to the door. "I'll see you later."
"Lita, wait!" Nephlite was almost dressed when the door slammed behind
her. When he was done, he ran out into the hall, but she was gone.

As soon as she reached her room, Lita entered and closed the door. She
leaned against it, sniffing and wiping the tears form her face.
'There!' she thought, 'It's done! I've told him that I love him! I
don't expect anything at all from him. I've finally got it off my
shoulders!' She then slumped down to the floor. "So, why do I still
feel miserable?" she asked herself, out loud. "Shoot! Let's face it. I
wanted him to say 'I love you' back." She drew her knees up, placed
her head and arms on them and sobbed quietly. "I would die happy
knowing that if he ever loved me at all."
After a minute or two of silent crying, she finally stopped and stood
up. "Well, I really don't feel like going to dinner with the others
tonight. I'll have someone bring a tray up to my room." She started
toward the bathroom to take a shower. "I'll order for two. I'm so
depressed that I can get so hungry." She entered the bathroom and
closed the door.

Nephlite came out of his bathroom, wearing a dark blue towel around
his waist and drying his long, dark hair with another. Tossing the
other towel in a chair, he sat on his bed. He had a lot to think while
he was showering.
'Lita loves me!' he thought. 'She truly does! But why did she run away?
And what did she mean by her not expecting anything from me?'
He stood up, with a determined look on his face. "Well, then," he said.
She's going to tell me whether she likes it or not!" He marched out of
his room and headed toward Lita's which was five doors to the right.

Lita was brushing her wet hair when she heard the door knock. Putting
down her brush on the dresser, she tightened the sash on her pink
bathrobe and walked to the door.
"Is that my dinner tray, page?" she said, as she touched the doorknob.
"No. It's me." Hearing his voice, Lita gasped and backed away.
"Lita, open up! We've got to talk!"
She let out a sigh and thought, 'Let me hear what he has to say and get
it over with.' She opened the door and gasped again. Nephlite stood
there, in a towel around his waist, his chest heaving up and down as
if he were out of breath. "Don't act surprised, Lita. It's just me."
He entered the room. Lita quickly looked outside to make sure no one
saw a nearly nude man enter her room and closed the door.

He was pacing back and forth. Lita approached him, "Um, Nephlite? Do
you realize that-" but he cut her off.
"Lita, I want to know why you ran off. And why were you crying? What do
you mean by 'not expecting anything' from me?"
"Hunky, can I say something?"
"What? That you love me?" He came over to her and grabbed her
shoulders. "You told me that already. Now I want to tell you that I
lo-"
"You're only wearing a towel."
He stopped talking and looked down. As he slowly look back up into her
eyes, he released his grip on her and backed away. Turning his back on
her, he placed his hands on his hips and chuckled without humor.
"Great, just great," he muttered. "I came here to tell you that I love
you, and I'm doing it while I'm half-naked.
Lita blinked a few times. Did she hear correctly? "You love me?"
Sighing deeply, Nephlite turned back to her. "Yeah, I do. I wanted to
tell you in the most romantic way but I-...mmph!"

Again, Lita threw herself into his arms and kissed him. He held her for
awhile, feeling her mouth caressing his. Then he started to respond,
thrusting his tongue in her mouth. Passionately, they kissed until he
gently pushed her away to look at her.
"Lita, why did you say those things after we made love?"
Looking down, she mumbled, "Well, I didn't want you to think I may try
to get a commitment from you because our relationship was based on
sex." She looked into his deep blue eyes. "I do admit I was hoping
for more, but I didn't want to be a burden to you."
"Oh, Lita!" Nephlite caressed her cheek. " I feel the same way, too. I
wanted to tell you how I felt about you, but you ran off before I
could say anything."
"Oh, Nephlite!" Tears rolled down her face.
"Shhhh." He kissed them away. "You are very special to me, my love."
"I love you."
"I love you."

As they kissed, a spark of fire started to burn in their bellies.
Nephlite swept Lita into his arms, still kissing. He walked to her bed
and settled her down on her knees, facing him. "Lita," he mumbled
against her mouth as his hands ran through her brown chestnut hair,
still damp from the shower.
Lita caressed his wide broad shoulders and back muscles, feeling the
cool wetness from his shower. His mouth left hers to explore her neck,
and she shivered as his tongue lavished her throat. When he reached the
V-base of her bathrobe, he nuzzled his face into her cleavage, causing
her to moan. "Nephlite," she gasped as he gave her fleshy part of her
bosom a loving bite. She slid his fingers into his thick, long brown
hair and lifted his head to hers for another kiss.

Frantically, Nephlite's fingers are working at the knotted sash of her
bathrobe. Lita's hands pulled at the towel around his waist. Their
foreheads touched each others as they looked down, working on their
tasks to release the articles of covering. Finally, they accomplished
their missions as the towel fell away, and the robe was untied and
pulled off. Then Nephlite climbed on the bed, facing Lita on his knees.
They hugged each other and started to caress each other. Caressing her
breasts, Nephlite whispered, "You are so beautiful."
And he was looking into her clear green eyes.
Lita smiled beautifully, ran down his stomach with her hands and then
below. She cupped him and squeezed, causing a groan out of him. "I
love you," she whispered.
And she was looking into his deep blue eyes.

Moaning in ecstasy, Nephlite watched as she caressed him. Then he
looked into her eyes. She gave him a seductive look by pouting her
lip and biting her lower lip. She started to pump him. "Oh, baby," he
croaked as he thrust against her hands. Sensing the arriving moment,
Lita released him and laid back on the bed, her legs spread. She lifted
her arms to him, and, without a moment's hesitation, Nephlite settled
himself between her thighs. As he held her, he whispered, "I love you."
He kissed and entered her at the same time. As Nephlite moved in and
out of her, Lita raised her hips to take more of him in. Feeling her
tighten on his manhood, he began to move faster. She urged him furthur
by locking her ankles around his waist and raising herself up on her
hands and thrusting up her pelvis against his. Feeling her breasts
graze his chest, Nephlite rocked his hips harder.
"Uuhhh! Uuhhh! Oh yeah!" he rasped, breathing hard.
"Oohh! Oohh! Yes! Mmmmm!" she moaned, squeezing his waist with her
thighs.
Their peaks reached as they cried out passionately.
"LITA!"
"NEPHLITE!"

Collapsing on Lita's side, he gathered her and rolled her on top of
him. Resting her head on his chest, she took his hand and tenderly
kissed it. Then he raised hers to his lips and kissed it. She turned
her head to look at him, and they stared at each other adoringly.

They were still in bed, sheets appropriately covering them, while they
fed each other from Lita's dinner tray. As Nephlite fed a peach slice
to Lita, he looked at the abundance of food on the tray. "Were you
really gonna eat all this?"
Swallowing the peach, Lita shrugged. "When I get depressed, I eat a
lot."
"I guess that's why you have a lot of workout time."
Giggling, she fed him a grape. Then she wrapped her arms around him
and snuggled against his chest. "Tomorrow's the day, isn't it?"
Nephlite sighed, "Yeah, you go back to the moon and resume your duty
as Princess's Serena's Sailor Guardian." As he held her, he inhaled
the scent of her hair, which she had put up in the ponytail clasp.
"I'm gonna miss you."
"Me, too. As much as the princess will miss her prince."
"And as much as Malachite will miss your Sailor Venus."
Surprised, Lita looked up into his face. "Malachite has a thing for
Mina? That's great! She's always had a thing for him."
"Well, we'll see how they fare when we get to the moon."
"Maybe we can spare them and us a few minutes of workout time," she
suggested.
"I think they can form their own time. Our time is now." Nephlite
caressed her cheek.
Lita rubbed her nose affectionately on his. "Then let's not waste it."
They kissed.


THE END

Next: Chapter 4- Confession Time: Mina and Malachite