Serena to Darien wa Love Song
(Serena and Darien's Love Song)
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman
By Mark Berger

Serena was busy with her composition class work. . . at least that was what
she was supposedly doing.  She was SUPPOSED to be transcribing a harmonic
line into SATB form.  She was placing notes on paper. . . but their
arrangement had nothing to do with the original musical line. . . because
she wasn't listening to that melody in her head.  Instead she was feeling
the emotions of Darien, slumbering in their bed.

Serena didn't know what had woken her up so early in the morning. . .  She
had gone to the homework, but instead she was writing her own, beautiful
music. . . the music of her and Darien's entwined hearts.

The music finished, she moved to the piano that Darien had bought her for her
last birthday, put the pages of manuscript paper on the music shelf, turned
on a tape recorder and began to play.  Even as she played, she changed the
music she had written slightly, playing an impudent melody, as if daring
Darien to wake up.

Darien felt as much as heard the melody in the air.  As he woke and rose, his
only thought was to find the source of the music that tugged on his soul.  He
sat at the piano bench beside Serena, playing a gentle bass counterpoint to
Serena's soprano melody.  Her melodic line turned spicier, fingers caressing
the keys as they moved from note to note.  She felt herself growing warmer
with Darien's presence, and her playing reflected it, speaking eloquently of
her desire.

Serena's music woke a familiar, welcome heat in Darien's blood.  As his blood
stirred, his own playing grew more passionate, bolder.  Their music and their
bodies reacted to each other's presence, growing hotter, more passionate with
each second.  Serena's right hand played a high trill as her left moved from
the keyboard to caress the side of Darien's leg.

Serena became aware that she was caressing her left breast with her right
hand, rubbing the soft, sensitive flesh with her palm while twisting the
hard, sensitive nipple with her fingers.  With a force of utter will, she
brought her hand away from the dusty rose tip to the keyboard, playing again,
but pleading, begging him to give her the pleasure she most desperately
needed.  With every move of her arm, her shirt brushed against the hard,
aching tips, giving them tiny doses of the stimulation they were crying out
for.  Not enough, however, to more than make her even hotter than she already
was.

Her breasts were swollen and heavy, her nether lips parted anticipating
Darien's touch.  In three wide, moaning chords, she brought her hand down
close to his, moans of arousal escaping her lips in time with the music.
Darien finally could stand no more, and he moved his own hand off the
keyboard, slipping it beneath her pajamas and inside of her.  Her groan of
pleasure and relief was all the invitation Darien needed.

He looked at his wife and saw the look of pleasure on her face as he stroked
her jewel over and over.  His left hand continued to play its melody on the
keyboard, a tender and at the same time spicy melody of love and renewal.
Serena's hands wandered over his body, Darien's bass line was the only one
still being played, but something in his soul told him not to stop.

He drew the music not from the notes on the page, but from the bond of their
souls, his musical passion feeding and feeding from Serena's sexual passion.
He began to build to a high note as he heard Serena's moans grow in intensity
and deepen in pitch.

Serena felt her body building as the music also built, and knew that her
climax was just moments away. . .  The shredded remainder of her conscious-
ness hoped that she and the player would reach their respective climax at
the same time.

Darien, reaching all the way across the keyboard, hit a high D, fortissimo.

Serena's body locked up, and the music halted as Darien wrapped his arms
around her and kissed her fully on the mouth.  Then she lost control over
her body, Darien's right hand trapped tightly within her, her left hand
grasping his shoulder tightly as she shook, waves of delicious delirium
crashing over her, her right hand on top of Darien's.

Darien stroked her hair as she trembled, deeply absorbed in her body.  As
Serena's body slowly calmed down, Darien became aware of a small whirring
sound, looked to see the tape recorder still dutifully whirring away.  As he
rewound the tape, Serena whispered, "Darien, you're so wonderful to me." She
brought up her honey-drenched hand between them and delicately licked her
thumb, as Darien began with the pinky, sucking each digit clean before
starting on the next one, savoring every drop of Serena's inner essence.

He went into the bedroom and got her a fresh pair of panties, as she pulled
off her pajama pants and her wet panties.

" I could tell everything you were feeling while you played.  Every note came
from our love."  She purred in his ear, hot breath raising the heat in
Darien's blood, "Dear. . . You are a NATURAL.  I felt you, felt your passion
as clearly as if you were fully within me, striving for paradise with me."
She pressed the play button on the tape recorder, and they listened to their
passionate duet. . . her innocent beginning. . .  the invitation. . . the
seduction, her dove-like coos and cries of passion mingling with Darien's
solo. . . the romantic love-theme. . . the climax, her beautiful voice crying
out in both agony and ecstasy.  And when the recording was finished, Darien
looked at Serena with hunger in his eyes.  God, she was the finest, most
compassionate and understanding woman who ever lived.
 
Darien's kiss was impulsive and passionate, and it was a brief instant before
Serena kissed back, so sudden was it.  But her passion leapt easily in to
meet his, and her kiss fueled a raging inferno in Darien's blood. . .

Their souls didn't just speak to each other, they sang, a song of love hoped
for and keenly felt, their love which would last for all time. . . and which
pierced both of their souls with joy.

The couple moved back toward their bedroom.  They had barely been up half an
hour. . . and already they were heading back for bed.  But sleep was FAR from
their minds.

Darien stepped back for a moment as Serena hooked her thumbs into the
waistband of her panties and pulled them down.  He saw her sex as it was
revealed, wet and ready for him.  She stroked his back and shoulders with her
fingers, coaxing his groan of pleasure, and brought him into her gently
trembling sex.

"Serena. . . Have I told you lately that you're the hottest woman to ever
walk this earth?"

"Darien. . . flattery. . . will get you. . . EVERYWHERE. . . Just. . .
please don't stop. . . Don't ever. . . stop, my love."  Serena felt her body
growing taut and ready as Darien stoked her internal flames higher and
hotter.  Oh God, she thought, I'm going to. . .

Serena's conscious mind suddenly fled as waves of hot pleasure broke over
her, and she cried out softly as the pleasure overtook her, breaking like a
wave onto the shore.  A moment after she began to orgasm, Darien felt himself
respond, and he came, groaning her name over and over.  He fell back,
surprised as always at the passionate intensity of Serena's body. . . and of
his feelings for her.  Without her, he thought, I don't live, just exist -
but with her I am EVERYTHING.

Serena's body tensed for a brief moment as she stretched on the bed, then
relaxed into Darien's.  Deeper. . . deeper. . . she whispered, "I love you,
Darien" and then was asleep.

"I love you too, Serena.  With all my soul."  Darien was about to slide back
into sleep when he heard another familiar soft cry.  Kissing Serena, he
rolled out of bed and moved over to the room where laid their baby daughter.
He picked up Irene and whispered, "It's okay, baby.  Daddy's here, and I'll
always be here for you."

Irene gurgled happily, and quickly fell asleep as her father held her and
rocked her.

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Fin.

Author's Notes: This story was inspired by a musical experience (art and
love being, in this author's humble opinion, the only two human experiences
which can touch the soul with an intensity bordering on the Divine).

Thanks to the usual IM gang: Sailor Star Love, Yohann DeSabreis, Kenton
Cernea, Commander Galos, Jeffrey Wizard and especially Sailor Mac.  Hey, I
did it again, Onee-chan!