Hi, this is one of my first attempt at writing fanfiction. Serena and Darien happen to be one of my favorite characters of all time. Just as a forewarning, there are no fighting, this is strictly a romance. Granted, it is graphic, so if this is not you're cup of tea, I suggest you leave. This fanfiction takes place in the past, and there are some characters made up that are mine, some may be borrowed and as a disclaimer: the Sailor Moon characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi. This fanfiction is only intended for entertainment and not for profit. Please, let me know what you think of my piece, good or bad comments are welcome. Please, netiquette is appreciated, please don't e-mail regarding misspelled words and such. You can reach me at: royalant@pacbell.net Please, read on, if you dare! Lady M. Harris. Forbidden Part One Palace Morning Room "Where's Serena, Serenity?" Queen Augusta of Earth asked, curiously as she sipped her cup of tea. "Why, I don't know," Queen Serenity replied, her brow creasing. "She said, she'd be here this morning to join us." She looked out towards the open balcony, peering over the rose gardens, wondering what her mischievous daughter was up to. "Perhaps," Queen Augusta began, lightly touching the other woman's hand, "she is with Darien, Serenity?" Smiling, her warm blue eyes sparkling, "I've noticed lately, Serena has been seeking Darien out, every time we come for a visit." Chuckling, "That's an understatement, Augusta, and you know it!" Serenity laughed outright, while Augusta joined her. "Your son has grown into one of the most handsomest young men the moon kingdom has ever seen, and all the ladies, young and old, are clamoring for his attention, even my once tom-boyish daughter, Serena!" "Oh dear, you're right, yet Darien has taken it all in stride, Serenity," "My poor daughter, I tried talking to her, she's terribly fond of Darien, he was always the most adventurous boy I've ever seen, her and Darien always got into the most annoying scrapes of trouble, I think it almost broke her heart the last couple of years, when you and Charles sent Darien to that prestigious school for more training. She didn't know what to do with herself when you came without Darien." Serenity finished, sipping her hot tea. "Well, I suspected her feelings had changed, when Serena saw Darien again, at our last visit," Augusta grinned. "Augusta, do I detect pride in your voice?" Serenity chuckled, again. "Oh, Serena didn't even recognize her childhood idol, she almost swooned, and I've never seen my daughter swoon at anything. And of course," she paused, sighing, almost sadden at the thought, "Serena seem to have let her childhood leave her and has entered the adult world, since the your last visit a couple months ago." Patting her friend's hand in comfort, "Yes, Serenity, yet as I've noticed and so has the rest of the Moon Kingdom, Serena is emerging as one of the most beautiful young ladies that has ever graced the Kingdom, and," she smiled again, "I think Darien has finally noticed also, which is what all of us have been hoping for." "I certainly hope so, Augusta," Serenity smiled her most famous smile, the smile of serenity and friendliness, her gray eyes, darkening, to one of her most closest and trusted friend, Augusta. "It would be most satisfying to unite the Earth Kingdom and Moon Kingdom." Picking up a moist teacake, "Yet, there is that question, Serenity," nibbling on the wonderful teacake. "Yes, Augusta, what is that?" Serenity asked, biting into a teacake. "Where is your daughter?" Celestial Rose Maze Gardens Darien sighed, impatient, he was wondering the same thing. He had entered the gazebo undetected by his mother, the sailor senshi, and the rest of the royal court. He was wondering again, for the hundredth time what he was doing here. He thought again, what could be possibly wrong with him for agreeing to this silly meeting here in the gardens, where they could be caught. Oh the grandeur of it all, not to mention the excitement, he thought. He knew exactly why he was here, he thought warily. That bursting heart of his and not to mention, that demon, that part of him that did no thinking what-so-ever, brought him here. Looking out of the gazebo, without really seeing the view, he thought of again, that last time he saw Serena, at their last visit on the moon. She had been here, standing outside of the gazebo, by the birdfeeder and tiny waterfall. He had, of course been inside the gazebo, obscured by the rose vines from her vision. He had retreated to the gazebo to escape all the ladies that seem to be pursing him lately. He had been exasperated by all the attention he was getting. Granted, quite a few of them had been invaluable into introducing him to wonders of lovemaking. For that he was grateful. Yet, he had his share of ladies already, and the visit to the moon was to escape the overzealous women on Earth. Serena apparently, as she was fond to do, disappeared from everyone's sight. Most of the royal court didn't know of the overgrown gazebo, situated somewhere in the maze, that she and Darien had been fond of visiting when they were younger. Serena always seem to tag along, when Darien and his friends wanted to go on some adventure. Most of the time, she was just a pain in the rear, always slowing the boys along. Just the same, she had been part of their gang. Things just didn't seem to be right with out her tagging along. There she had been, unaware of him, her childhood friend, standing by the birdfeeder, as if he had never seen her before. And he hadn't, ever seen her like this. At first, he hadn't even recognized her. It had taken a second glance. Granted, he knew she grown up quite a bit. Of course, he hadn't paid much attention, especially when there were mature, beautiful women offering their beds to him. He closed his eyes, remembering the alluring picture she had made. It had been a very humid day, the sun shinning brightly into the maze. It had been noticeably cooler in the gazebo, but Serena, apparently had been into some mischievous scrape, was beside the birdfeeder and tiny waterfall, her skirts drawn up to her thighs, and she was busy sponging herself with what looked like a piece of her skirt. Unbeknownst to anyone, she had let her "meatball" ponytails down, which he had never seen down in his life. He had never noticed how long or thick her hair was, until that day. Now and then spots of sun peeked through the overgrown rose bushes, turning her bright golden mane, into a muted gold. With her head almost thrown back, as if the weight of her hair too much to bear, her lips slightly open, his eyes had feasted on her graceful neck. Her lips had been full and that misty mauve color, the kind of color that begged to be kissed. Mesmerized, his gaze had continued it's exploration of her face. Her eyes had been closed, the dark sooty lashes were long and thick, framed by darker arched golden brows. He wished he had never seen her as he had that day. Yet, he could not get her out of his mind. The rest of her, it made him groan thinking of her body. Serena, by moon standards was considered petite, she was, by no means that way anywhere else on her. She had slipped the top of her white silk dress off, leaving only the billowy folds of her skirts on, which also had been drawn up to her thighs. As if in a trance, Darien's hungry gaze followed the path of her arched neck to her creamy, pert breasts, and the dusty pink nipples. They were full and round, his hands aching to test their weight, knowing they'd fill his large hands nicely. His eyes had traced the slender line on her upper rib cage to the concave stomach that disappeared into her skirt. He suddenly became uncomfortably aware of his lower body. He had known that, like the rest of the royal court ladies, that Serena had had a crush on him. He had thought it a compliment, coming from Serena, but silly too. She was one of his best friends, and had only thought of her as more of a sister. Not anymore. Not when she was standing before him, like some rose nymph, with her head thrown back, the golden mane of her hair framing her incredibly lucious body, that any woman would die for. A girl, on the verge of being a woman. He had wondered briefly, if anyone had ever had the privilege of seeing her naked glory. He had made a noise, he couldn't remember, as he came towards her like a beacon in the night. Her head had snapped forward, her startled blue eyes flying open, stunned. Her arms crossed over her breasts, shielding them from his view. By then it was too late, he had already drank in the sight of her. "Darien!" she had cried out in startlement. He had shushed her, taking the piece of cloth that had been indeed been part of her skirt, and continued to sponge her forehead. He then told her to put her arms down. Perhaps, because of the way his eyes had smoldered, or the catch in his breath, or because of the seeming-like trance that held them, she complied. He dropped the cloth, and like a man starved, leaned down to take a hard nipple in his mouth. Serena, at the time, could only stare in shock, as Darien lowered his dark head to her chest. His mouth was lapping at her erect nipple, molding her breasts to his hands, stirring unbelievable sensations she never thought existed. An unfamiliar warmth pooled at the pit of her stomach. Her legs gave way, but he caught her, his hard arms embracing her, lowering her to the warm ground, slowly. Swamped with this rising inferno burning within, her mind hazily tried to conjure up as how long Darien had been watching her sponging herself down. Raising his head up, their gazes locked, like smoldering embers. She had never seen Darien look at her with eyes like that. The blue irises as deep as the deepest ocean, their depths unknown. Gone was her laughing companion and childhood friend. In his place, was a man, as mysterious as men are. His desire laden eyes dipped to her full lips, and he closed the gap between their mouths. He kissed her like a man drowning. Her arms wounded themselves around his neck. Before long, she could not think coherently, her body trembling in anticipation. She could feel Darien's hands everywhere, exploring her like an uncharted map. While she, unsure, followed suit, faltering. He whispered encouragement, enticing her. Her reward, his involuntary in drawn breath when she came into contact with him. She wanted to learn him, as she had in her dreams. After divesting him of his shirt, her hands traced the pattern of muscle on his chest and broad shoulders. Her lips followed, leaving a trail of tiny wet kisses. Curiosity brought her questing fingers to the top of his trousers, floundering. He put her hand on him, and she, startled, jerked her hand away when he moved beneath her hand. Removing his trousers, she gazed at that mysterious part of him in amazement. She knew what went on between men and women. Worried, she didn't believe that that part of him was going to fit. The frown on her face brought a chuckle to Darien even as he was directing her fingers around him. The chuckle turned into a groan, as Serena's wide eyes stared into his heavy lidden slumberous eyes, amazed she could have so much power over him. Turning her onto her back, he removed her panties, then he settled between her thighs. She felt him poised above her, his member resting against her folds. Rising above her, their gazes locking, Darien suddenly surged deeply into her, causing her to arch and cry out in pain. Stunned, Darien had totally forgotten that she would be a virgin. Yet, there was no turning back, her arching had only serve to bring him deeper into her. He remembered pulling back as if to pull out, but she only clasped her arms around his shoulders, clinging while she sobbed, her limbs closing around his hips, locking him within her. Then, unbelievably, she arched into him, again, causing him to cry out, as wave after wave of torrent desire crashed over him. Taking her mouth into his for a deep kiss, he began the age old rhythm of thrusting into her. The pain disappeared with each thrust within her, she heard someone moaning and realized it was her. He moving within her, taking her where no one else had ever been, and the only thing that mattered was this driving force of him surging in and out of her, in and out of her, until she was at the top, floating, floating and floating back into reality. Darien following her, crying out her name, his body shuddering intensely, his voice hoarse and husky at the same time, as he moved deeply, one more time into her. Darien sighed, remembering how she had fled from him after what had happened, ashamed of herself. If anything, he had been ashamed of himself for taking her and the way he had. He had seeked her out a couple of days later, under the pretense of the a full Earthlight, casting a luminous glow to the evening. He remembered quietly sneaking into her chambers through the open balcony. The treacherous, burning need to see her, and to be with her. Serena, beautiful, Serena. Remembering her standing beside her tiered bed, the luminous, shimmering silver gown of hers, gracefully hugging her lovely curves and hollows, in the shadows of the night earthlight. He had stood transfixed by her beauty and elegance. He couldn't remember why he had ever thought her clumsy, but then he had not been smittened by her charms, then. He had apoligzed, not for taking her, but for letting her run from him, when she had. He told her he'd be back for her with his next visit, he was taking her back to Earth with him, bedamned the moon, if they thought to stop him. She was shocked, of course, but not as he thought. She had starting crying, not believing what she was hearing, that he loved her, and she, beautiful Serena, loved him in return. It was to say, the least, a night of wonder and bliss, for them. It was not until almost the dawning morning light that he left her lovely arms and returned to his chambers, like a theif in the night. Later, that day he had left for Earth, not to return for another two months. Here was he again, a day after arriving at the Moon Kingdom. He was here, waiting impatiently, for the woman he had tried to convince himself he could live without. But, in reality he could not. She haunted his days, and tormented his nights, while he was away from her. He was wondering, where she was, and what was taking her so long, even though perhaps ten minutes had past since he had arrived at the gazebo. His jumbled thoughts were interrupted by a hoarse squeal that he would recognize anywhere. Serena. "Darien!" Please, let me know what you think of my fanfiction, do I have a chance at writing? Please, give me your honest opinion, thanks. Part Two, is coming soon. Lady M. Harris.