DIVINE INTERVENTION
A Sailor Moon Lemon

by Sailor Mac
	Hematite was just about at the end of his rope.
	The Supreme Negaverse General had thrown everything at those Sailor Scouts
that he could think of in an effort to get rid of them. And they just kept
kicking the stuffing out of his creatures.
	There's got to be some hidden weakness, he thought. If only I could figure
out what it is. . .Maybe one of my predecessors was on the road to
discovering it when he was defeated. Maybe I can use their research to help
me find the answer. . .
	He booted up his computer and began accessing files. The records of Beryl
and her henchmen showed nothing that he did not already know. Nor did the
files of Scarpiite. . . .
	Then, he came across something in the records of Wotite that made his
heart beat faster.
	"I have discovered the true identity of Sailor Moon. She is a Tokyo
teenager named Serena Tsukino. I have yet to figure out exactly how her
transformation takes place, but I suspect it may have something to do with
the brooch she is always wearing on the front of her school uniform, which
matches a brooch which also appears on Sailor Moon's fuku. I am sending
Siegmite to investigate. . ."
	But Wotite had not found out anything else, because the next entry
consisted of indignation over Siegmite's betrayal of the Negaverse. The
rogue general had been banished, put into eternal sleep on a mountaintop,
and Wotite had given up on finding out more about Sailor Moon and began
plotting his attack on the Nagano Olympics instead.
	Hematite stared at the picture before him on the screen. Then, he started
to laugh, an evil cackle that grew louder and louder as the dark plan took
shape in his mind. . .
* * *
	Meanwhile, the object of his pursuit was definitely thinking of things
other than the Negaverse.
	Serena was using the keys Darien had given her to let herself into his
apartment. He was due home from class in about an hour, giving her just
enough time to prepare her surprise. . .
	Oh, is he going to love this, she thought, as she carried her garment bag
and overnight case into his bedroom. She began unpacking what she needed:
makeup, clothing, perfume, and the soundtrack CD of "The Full Monty". . .
	When Darien came in, he sensed that Serena was in the apartment, although
he couldn't see her anywhere. "Honey?" he called. "Meatball Head? Are you
here?"
	Then, he saw the envelope with his name on it on the coffee table. He
opened it up, took out a piece of paper and read:
	"Darien, Darling:
	You're in for a surprise. Sit in your favorite chair and get cozy. When
you're ready, pick up the remote for the CD and press 'play,' and your
surprise will begin.
	Oh, and one more thing: I wouldn't get all dressed up if I were you. I
think your boxer shorts would be just perfect to wear.
	See ya in a few, honey.
	I Love You,
	Serena."
	Now, what could that minx be up to this time, he thought. He felt himself
tingling with anticipation. . .which intensified when he saw that she'd
placed a wrapped condom on the stand next to his chair.
	Well, the sooner I get cozy, he thought, the sooner I find out. . .
	He stripped down to his boxers, like she'd asked, folding up the clothes
and dropping them in the corner. Settling into the chair, he picked up the
remote and pressed the button. The throb of "You Can Leave Your Hat On"
began to fill the room . . .
	. . .and the bedroom door opened, and a lovely blonde vision danced out.
To look at Serena, you'd think she was way overdressed for a romantic
evening - she wore a pink suit and white silk blouse, a scarf around her
neck, and gloves on her hands. But pretty soon, it became obvious what she
was doing. She wouldn't  be wearing all those clothes for long.
	She shimmied out to the middle of the floor, in full view of her audience
of one, and raised her arms over her head, doing a slow bump-and-grind. She
turned her back to him, looked over her shoulder, and gave him a saucy
wink. Her hands came slowly up to her hair, and she undid first one
meatball, then the other. As the golden strands tumbled over her shoulders,
she tossed her head, flipping her hair around, then turned to face him
again.
	The first thing to come off was the scarf. Slowly, she unknotted it,
giving him a saucy glance as she slid it from her neck. She danced over to
him, wrapped it around his head, and pulled him toward her for a kiss. He
tried to deepen it, but she danced away from him again, giving a teasing
giggle.
	When she was back in the middle of the floor, she slid her hands along her
own torso while licking her lips, then began to unbutton her suit jacket.
Turning her back to him, she let it slide down her arms, then caught it in
one hand before it hit the floor. She twirled it over her head a couple of
times, then sent it sailing into the corner.
	Going into her slow bump-and-grind again, she unzipped her skirt,
pretended to push it down, then zipped it back up again. She undid the
buttons on her wrists, then slowly began to unfasten the buttons on her
chest. . .she'd undo three, then do two of them back up again, then undo
four. When she had it completely unbuttoned, she turned her back to him
again, slid the left side down, pushed it back up again, then slid the
right side down, while looking over her shoulder, winking, and running her
tongue over her lips.
	Meanwhile, Darien thought he was going to burst with passion. He did not
usually find strippers appealing - the thought of an anonymous woman taking
it all off for strangers left him cold. But this was his Serena, doing a
private performance just for him. . .and it was turning him on to no end.
	The blouse slid down and hit the floor. She spun back around and started
to pull down her bra straps, then pushed them back up and began to peel off
her long gloves instead. . .slowly, maddeningly, one finger at a time. As
she removed each one, she flung it at Darien, and he pressed the gloves to
his lips.
	She danced toward him, bumping and grinding as her hands slid over her
hips, then quickly danced away. The zipper came down and the skirt fell. .
.but she had other plans for it. She picked it up and draped it over her
chest, holding it in place with her chin, then reached back and unsnapped
her bra. Keeping her eyes on Darien's, she slid her arms out of the straps
and dropped it to the floor, but kept the skirt in front of her, hiding her
from his view. Teasingly, she waved the skirt back and forth like a
matador's cape, giving him quick, tantalizing glimpses of her breasts. .
.Darien thought his erection was going to tear right through his shorts.
His heart was pounding, he was sweating. . .he didn't think it was possible
for her to get him so aroused without touching him.
	She let the skirt drop to the floor, then stepped out of her shoes.
Slowly, she grasped one of her thigh-high stockings, and began to roll it
down, bending over so he got a good look at her bottom, still clad in silky
black bikini panties. One stocking came off, then the other, until the
panties were the only thing she wore.
	"You Can Leave Your Hat On" had ended. The CD carriage spun around, and
some sultry smooth jazz began playing. . .
	Serena slowly moved toward her lover, swaying her hips. "Sir. . .would you
like a lap dance?"
	"I'd love it, you little minx."
	She twirled gracefully around so that her back was to him and sat on his
lap, wriggling around, feeling her bottom rubbing on his erection.
Suddenly, it was hard for her to keep up the pose of the cool stripper. She
leaned back against him, moaning, resting her head on his shoulder. He
turned his head to hers, and their lips met. Their mouths opened, and their
tongues caressed each other. His hands were sliding around her torso, up to
her breasts. . .He cupped them, rubbing them with his palms, and she let
out a deep, loud groan in her throat as they continued their tongue-dance.
	He shifted his hands a bit so he could caress her nipples with his fingers
as his tongue moved to her ear, flicking in and out of the tiny hole.
"Ooohhhh! Oh, Darien, yeeesss. . ." He slid one hand lower, lower, tracing
lazy circles on her belly, then slipping over the surface of her panties. .
.She parted her legs, and his fingers moved into the silk-covered hollow,
caressing her nether lips through the damp fabric - which got even damper
the more he stroked her. When he shifted upward and found her jewel, she
let out a small shriek.
	"There's still one thing you didn't take off, Gypsy Rose Serena," he
whispered in a wicked tone of voice.
	"Hmm. . .there's something you didn't take off, either."
	She got off his lap, and he stood up as well. Their hands slid to each
other's waistbands, and his boxers quickly dropped to the floor, her
panties following seconds later.
	Blissfully nude, they embraced, rubbing their bodies together, glorying in
the friction of skin on skin, feeling like they were striking sparks off
each other. They kissed, long, wet and hot, as her hands cupped and
squeezed his buttocks.
	When their mouths broke apart, he whispered, "Serena, darling. . .I want
to be inside you so, so much. . ."
	"Mmmmm," she said. "I like that idea."
	She took the rubber and dropped to her knees, peeling off the foil as her
teasing tongue slipped across the head of his manhood, nearly driving him
over the edge. Slowly, she put the rubber on him, then eased him back into
the chair. She climbed back into his lap, facing him this time, and lowered
herself onto him, positioning herself until it felt just right. . .then,
she began to move, and they both moaned. Darien took her breast in his
hand, drawing it toward his mouth, licking her nipple  over and over as she
thrust and ground her hips against him. . . "Ooooohhhh. . .baby, baby, that
feels so good, Darien. . .I love you so much. . ."
	When he pulled the hard bud in his mouth and began to suck, the moans
became a shriek. Her hips increased their tempo, and then, suddenly,
something burst within her. . . "AAAAAAHHHHH!!!" she screamed, then gasped,
as the pleasure flooded her, and the tugging and throbbing of her hot
sheath pulled him over the edge with her, and he yelled her name as he
emptied himself.
	She collapsed atop him, panting, and they held each other close as the
last shudders faded from their bodies.
	"Oh, Serena," he whispered, "that was absolutely incredible. You are so
sexy, so beautiful. . ."
	"Mmmm." She was lost in dreamy languor, and just wanted to go to sleep in
his arms. She couldn't imagine feeling more happy and content.
	He picked her up, tenderly, and carried her to the bedroom. He lay her
down, quickly disposed of the condom, and snuggled next to her.
	"I love you, Darien," she whispered.
	"I love you too, my darling," he replied.
	They drifted off into blissful sleep together, both thinking the same
thing - that they were two halves of one soul, and only together were they
complete.
* * *
	Hematite chuckled to himself. All was ready to go.
	His youma were staked out at all the places where she was likely to go -
the arcade, the temple, the mall. And they had their orders of what do do.
	She would be dead by the time the next day was out, he thought. And
without their leader, the Sailor Scouts would be powerless.
	"Goodbye, Sailor Moon," he muttered to himself. And then he let out
another of his horrid laughs.
* * *
	He'd had to leave early, to go to one of the part-time jobs he worked.
He'd taken her home, and they shared a long, lingering kiss before they
parted.
	"Whose house did you supposedly stay at last night?" he asked.
	"Lita's."
	"Think your mother would mind if you 'stayed at Mina's' tonight?"
	She giggled and kissed his forehead. "I hope not, baby."
	Serena made the necessary pitstop at her home, to do some chores and
straighten her room. Finally, she came down to the kitchen:
	"Mom, I'm going to the arcade - and is it okay if I stay at Mina's
tonight? We're having a sleepover."
	"You just slept over Lita's last night."
	"But Moooom! That was just Lita and me! This is everyone! And. . .and
Lita's going to give us more cooking lessons tonight!" She knew her mother
liked the idea of her learning to cook.
	Mrs. Tsukino gave a deep sigh. "All right, dear. But remember - be home
for Sunday brunch. We're meeting your aunt and uncle, remember?"
	"I'll remember." She flew up to her bedroom to repack her bag, her heart
fluttering at the thought of another night with Darien. . .
	Little did she know that things were about to go horribly wrong.