HOUSESITTER
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman

by Sailor Mac
	"Serena, how would you like to spend the weekend housesitting for Aunt
Marie and Uncle George?"
	Serena tried not to let her face betray just how very glad she was to hear
that question. If her parents only knew just what she'd be doing that
weekend. . .
	"Um, sure," she said.
	"You don't sound very enthusiastic," her mother said, passing the dish of
rice around the table.
	"Maybe she's got *other plans* for the weekend," Sammy said, adding an
"OW!" when Serena kicked him under the table.
	"Um, well, I was just planning on spending the weekend hanging out with
the girls. . ."
	"Well, you can have one of your friends stay over with you, if you'd like."
	Oh, I'll have someone stay over, all right, Serena thought. Aloud, she
said, "Sure. . .that will be fine."
	When she finished eating, she could barely contain her excitement as she
went upstairs and called Darien. She made a face when she got his answering
machine. Of course - this was Thursday, he had night classes tonight. . .
	"Hi, Muffin," she said to the machine. "Got any plans for this weekend?"
* * *
	"And remember," Aunt Marie said, "don't overwater the cactus! You'll drown
it! But the ferns, you can give them as much water as possible. . ."
	Serena thought that Aunt Marie's house resembled a jungle. There were
plants everywhere. . .baskets hanging from the ceiling, pots on top of
tables, huge, treelike things growing from big kettles on the ground. .
.Good thing I'm not allergic to pollen, she thought, or I'd be in *big*
trouble.
	"Marie!" Uncle George's voice called. "You almost ready?"
	"I'm just briefing Serena. . .I'll be right there. Now, my dear, just one
thing. . .the cat food. You'll find packages in the freezer wrapped in
white paper. That's the fish. And the ground beef is in a plastic baggie in
the refrigerator. . .why didn't you bring your own cat this weekend?"
	"Luna doesn't get along with other cats," Serena said quickly. In truth,
Luna and Artemis were both staying with Raye at the temple, since Mina had
gone off to England to visit Glen. Serena knew that Luna wasn't crazy about
the idea of her sexual relationship with Darien, but also knew that it was
pointless to try to prevent it.
	"A pity. . .my cats are such nice fellows, I'm sure your Luna would just
love. . ."
	"MARIE!"
	"I'd better go." She kissed Serena. "Good luck."
	"Same to you. . .I mean, have a good time." Serena knew all too well what
this trip was about. . .it was Aunt Marie's do-or-die effort to put some
spice back into their marriage. Silently, she beseeched the gods that they
would have success.
	She watched her aunt and uncle drive away, then picked up the phone.
	"Coast is clear, Muffin," she said. "Come on over."
* * *
	He arrived barely 10 minutes later, carrying his duffel bag and two huge
shopping bags, looking so handsome in that leather jacket she'd bought him
for his birthday (haven't seen the green one since, she thought, which is a
Very Good Thing Indeed.)
	She flew toward him to give him her customary greeting, then quickly put
on the brakes - tackling him was not such a good idea when he was loaded
down like that. Instead, she kissed him and took one of his bags.
	"Oooh, it's heavy. . .what's in it?"
	"You'll see, my sweet. Right now, I'd like to just get settled in. . ."
	"You have to see the house! It's so wicked cool. . .the den's got a huge
fireplace, and the kitchen's tremendous, and the bathroom has one wall
that's all mirrors, and. . ." She literally dragged him up the stairs, into
the bedroom that they would be sharing. Darien's eyes widened at the size
of the king-sized four-poster. Wow, he thought, we could get lost in that
bed!
	"Isn't this great?" She flung herself on the bed. "Oh, Darien, it's going
to be just like we were married!"
	"A sneak preview," he said, putting his duffel bag down and lying beside
her. Instantly, their mouths came together, their arms sliding around each
other and hugging tight.
	Not yet, he thought. I've got a wonderful night planned for us. . .I want
to lead up to it.
	He eased his mouth away from hers. "Now why don't you give me the full
tour of the jungle?" She pouted. "Good things come to those who wait, you
know. . ."
	"But we don't *have* to wait! We have the whole house all to ourselves
and. . ."
	"Now, my little minx, we don't want to tire ourselves out right away, do
we? Let's explore the house. . .who knows, we may find something
interesting?"
* * *
	They found something interesting, all right. . . .Uncle George's PowerMac
and a stack of games. She proceeded to beat him soundly at "Starship
Titanic," after which he retailated by trouncing her at "Doom."
	There was also a copy of "Myst" in the pile, but Serena grew frustrated
with the game quickly. "I don't know why Amy and Adam love this game so
much!" she said. "They must enjoy aggravation."
	He chuckled. "I have to say that Amy could not have found a more perfect
person for her. They'll both be successful doctors someday, and deleriously
happy together."
	"You say that like you know it for a fact."
	"Oh, well, let's just say that from time to time I get. . .visions. Not as
strong and clear as the ones Raye gets, but visions just the same. . ."
	"And you saw Amy and Adam in the future?"
	"Yes, and I saw Mina living in a big old baronial house with Glen, and
Lita and Ken running a restaurant. . .I also get funny visions sometimes,
visions that I can't quite figure out what they are. . .they seem to be of.
. .other Sailor Scouts."
	"What? But I thought that we were the only. . ."
	"So did I. But a couple of times, I've seen a woman in a sailor fuku
standing in front of a big door with a long staff in her hand. . .and then
there's another vision of two figures in fukus standing in a fog. . .I
can't quite make them out clearly. . .and the really strange thing is after
I have the vision of them, I always have a vision of a mirror and a sword."
	"Darien. . .do you really think there *are* others out there?"
	"It's entirely possible. Remember, our solar system consists of nine
planets, and so far, we've only discovered the Sailor Scouts of four of
them."
	Serena mulled the names of the other planets over in her head. Neptune. .
.Uranus. . .Saturn. . .Pluto. . .
	Suddenly, she felt her mind open up, like it did when she and Raye worked
on developing her psychic powers. There was a very quick flash of vision,
and she saw the figures that Darien was talking about. . .then, a split
second later, they were gone.
	"Serena!" he cried when he saw her gasp and stiffen. Then, his mind
connected with hers, and he saw them as well. . .
	When the vision faded, both of them reached out and clasped hands. No
words were necessary. They knew that their minds had just touched, that
they had reached out into the cosmos together.
	After a long moment, she broke the silence. "I wonder where they are. .
.*who* they are. . .when we'll meet them. Or have we met them already, and
don't know it?"
	"When the time is right. . .they'll present themselves. Remember, our
lives are caught up with destiny. . ."
	"Destiny," she whispered. Destiny is a beautiful thing, she thought. It
was destiny that brought me back to you in this lifetime.
	He leaned over and kissed her. "Come on. . .we have plants and cats to
feed. And then, we're going to feed ourselves."
* * *
	Dinner was a beef Stroganoff, which they made together. When she commented
that it was delicious, he replied that it was flavored with love. She
giggled and told him he was silly, and he replied, "Being crazy in love has
a way of doing that to you."
	"You're crazy in love?" she said. "What a coincidence. . .so am I."
	"Oh, really? Well, that gives us something in common. I propose we go into
the den after we finish eating and talk about it. . ."
	"I accept your offer, sir."
	When they finished their meal, they sat in front of the fireplace. He got
a fire going, and they snuggled up, staring into the flames as lovers have
done together for centuries.
	"And now," he said, "I have a surprise for you." He went into the dining
room and returned with a bucket that had a bottle sticking up from it and
two crystal flutes.
	"Champagne!" she exclaimed.
	"It certainly is. It's just a half-split, one glass each for each of us. . ."
	"That's okay with me!" He popped the cork and poured the amber liquid. She
loved the way the firelight reflected in it. She also loved the way the
firelight was reflected in his eyes. . .
	She became aware that they were sitting on a soft, fake fur throw rug. She
began wondering how the fur would feel against bare skin.
	He raised his glass. "To our love," he said.
	She clinked hers against his. "To our everlasting happiness."
	As they drank, she let her free hand wander over to him, coming to rest on
his thigh. She rubbed slowly, in a circular motion. . .
	"Hmm," he said. "Methinks Madame wants a little something extra with her
drink."
	"You thinks right." They both laughed.
	"Mmm," he said, "champagne-flavored kisses. . ." He brought his mouth to
hers, and their lips met, opening almost instantly so their tongues could
meet and dance. She set her glass down and let her hands roam all over his
body, feeling the hard planes of his chest, the broad expanse of his
shoulders. . .moving down, down, until her hand cupped his most sensitive
place and gently squeezed.
	He let out a deep moan. "Aaaahhh, you minx. . ."
	"I've figured out something else we both have in common," she said. "We're
both wearing entirely too many clothes."
	"Hmm, what do you propose we do about it?"
	"This." She unsnapped and unzipped his pants, then grabbed his sweater and
yanked it over his head. He stood up and stripped his remaining clothing
off, then lay back down on the rug.
	"Now," he said, "we've solved my problem. . .but we have to work on yours.
That blouse is pretty, but it's in the way."
	"Gone," she said, stripping it off and flinging it from her. "And I
propose we remove the pants as well. . ."
	"That sounds like an excellent idea." He undid her fasteners as she did to
his own clothing, then she stood up, ridding herself of pants, stockings,
bra, panties. . ."
	"Aaahhh, what a sight," he said. "There's nothing more beautiful than a
goddess with a fantastic body and long, long golden hair. . . "
	"You like my hair?" She unpinned the "meatballs," letting it fall out to
its full length, giving a toss of her head to swirl it around. . .and
getting a lusciously wicked idea.
	She pushed him on his back on the rug, lying over him, her mouth caressing
his. . .She moved down his neck, running her tongue on the skin in little
circles, kissing, even nibbling a bit.
	When she reached his chest, she kissed it, flcking her tongue over the
nipples, delighting in his groan. But then, she changed strategies. . .She
tossed her head so her long blonde hair was on his chest and began to sweep
back and forth, so the tresses were caressing his skin. "Oh yes. . .oh yes.
. .so soft. . .mmm. . .Please, Serena," he moaned, "please. . .lower. . ."
	"Not yet, my sweet. Patience. . ." And she continued to stroke her hair up
and down his chest and stomach as he groaned with need. Finally, she did an
extra-long stroke so that her hair swept over his manhood, and he cried
out. "AAAHHH!!! More!"
	Smiling, she switched positions so she could lower her face to her lover's
maleness, kissing it, sweeping her tongue up and down its length. . .She
took her hair in her hand again and began rapidly brushing it, back and
forth, along his manhod, his inner thighs. . .His moans of pleasure sent
waves of excitement coursing through her.
	Taking a long lock, she wrapped it around and around his manhood, then
pulled it away, so the hair stroked him as it unraveled. He bucked his hips
and cried out. "Oh, baby. . .do that again!" She was only took glad to
comply, then brushed a handful of hair rapidly along his shaft and the sac
beneath. He twisted and bucked and cried her name, trembling on the verge
of climax. "Aaahhh. . .baby. . .Serena. . .that feels soooo. . . .ohhh. .
."
	"Do you love me?" she whispered.
	"Oh, gods. . .YES!"
	"I love you too. . ." And she took him in her hand and started a fast,
hard pumping motion, which sent him over the edge. Yelling her name,he
emptied himself.
	She gently kissed his face as the last shudders of his climax subsided.
Running up to the bathroom, she returned with a cool, wet rag, which she
used to clean him and herself up.
	"Aaahh, my Serena," he moaned, "what imagination you have. . ."
	"You really, really liked it?"
	"It was incredible, absolutely incredible. And you know, of course, that
I'm going to have to retaliate. . ."
	"Hmm. . .what a pity. . ."
	He rolled her onto her back, kissing her lips, his hands wandering down to
her breasts. "Back in a flash, my sweet. . .stay right there."
	When he returned, he had a jar of something in his hand. He opened it as
he kissed her lips again. . .then, she felt him tenderly sweep her hair off
her chest and out of the way. . .and then, the sensation of something being
poured on her nipple. Something that felt sticky and thick. . .Looking
down, she saw him drizzling her with honey.
	"Ahhh. . .what's sweeter, the honey or the woman under it?" he said. And
he lowered her head to her breast, and began lapping at the honey. She
gasped and stirred.
	"Mmmm," he murmured, "looks like this doesn't come off easily. What a
pity. . . .I'll just have to keep licking, and licking, and licking." He
rubbed his tongue over her again, moving it in swirls, tiny flicks. . .He
teased, he tickled, he rubbed and zigzagged. . .he drizzled honey over the
other nipple and began going back and forth, licking one, then the other. .
.
	"What a shame," he said. "It won't all come off from licking. Guess I'll
have to suck. . ."
	When he drew her left nipple into his mouth and began tugging at it, she
felt like the top of her head would pop off. Nearly screaming, she writhed
under him, her hips rising, seeking his manhood so he could grind into her.
. .He moved his head to the right and began sucking that one clean, and she
let out a loud, hoarse cry.
	"Oh, Darien!" she cried. "Please. . .go down. . ."
	"Now, Serena, you don't want me to put honey there, do you? Why, I'd have
to lick and suck *so* much to get it all off. . ."
	She moaned at the very idea. "I'll take my chances," she said.
	He took the jar again, and she felt the stickly liquid being poured into
her most sensitive juncture. She tensed in anticipation, feeling him kiss
down her stomach slowly. . .much TOO slowly, dammit!
	And then he was *there,* and his tongue was moving, moving, rubbing over
her folds, dipping inside her. . .She cried out, her hips lifting,
encouraging him to take her higher, higher. . .He nibbled on the soft
flesh, delighting in the sweetness of the honey mixed with the sweetness of
her. He pulled his face away, she groaned in frustration. . .but it was
only to pour a bit of the honey directly on her jewel. She opened her legs
wider in anticipation. . .
	When his tongue touched the tiny, sensitive organ, an electric jolt passed
through her entire body. She gasped as he licked. . .slow, long strokes,
followed by a rapid back-and-forth brushing, and then swirls. . .Hot waves
of joy pulsated from her sweet spot and spread all over her body like waves
spreading themselves on the sand. She cried out his name, her head tossing
back and forth, barely able to contain her desire. . .Then, he was sucking,
and she was crying out as the orgasm began roaring through her body, hot
spasms wracking her as her hips lifted off the rug again and again.
	He came back up to her and kissed her lips.  "Delicious," he whispered.
"Absolutely luscious. Best dessert I ever had. Honey and honey. . ."
	"I love you so much. . ."
	"I love you too, sweetheart." His hands moved down to her breasts again,
cupping them, stroking the nipples. . .She felt the fires within her stoked
to new life, blazing just as high as the fire in the fireplace.
	"My darling," she whispered, "please, let's keep going. . .I want to be
one with you."
	"Yes, my love. . ." He reached for his discarded pants, found his wallet
and removed a condom. She though it took forever for him to open the
package and roll it on. . .
	When he lay on top of her, she whispered, "Is your heart beating as hard
as mine is?"
	He took her hand and put it on his chest, and she could feel the rapid
thumping, the strong pulse of excitement and desire. . .
	She brought her lips to his again, and then he thrust, making the two of
them one. She cried out at the feel of their joining. . .they were one
heart, one soul, and now, one flesh. He began a slow, steady rhythm,
growing faster and faster. . .Her hands grasped his buttocks, trying to
pull him deeper and deeper in, her hips moving in time with his again and
again and again. . .And then, he gave a deep thrust, and everything
exploded into shimmering silver heat, and she cried out his name loudly as
another climax crashed through her.
	He rolled them both over so that she was on top, and she began thrusting
hard and fast, wanting to drive him to the pinnacle of experience that she
had just felt. . .she grasped his hands and brought them to her breasts,
and he caressed her nipples, making her drive harder and harder and harder.
. .and then, she felt herself going over the edge again, and she was
pulling him with her, and they cried out in harmony as they reached the
peak of pleasure together.
	She collapsed atop him, and they held each other as the last spasms subsided.
	"Oh, my love," he said.
	"Darien. . .I love you so much. . ."
	"I love you too. . .what an incredible evening. . ."
	She kissed him. "If this is the sneak preview of being married. . .I can't
wait for the actual show." She snuggled onto his chest. "Have you ever had
any visions of our married life?"
	Actually, he had, but they were vague, even more vague than the others. .
.he would see a city that seemed to be made of crystal, and Serena in a
white dress with wings on her back and a crown on her head. . .But he
always got a feeling of love and happiness from those visions.
	"Not many," he said. "But what I've seen. . .is very good indeed."
	"Just as long as we're together. . ."
	"Oh, we will be, my darling. I would never, never let your go. I love you."
	"And I woudn't let you go either. . .not for anything in the world."
	They cuddled up and drifted off to sleep on the rug, as the fire continued
to crackle and dance behind them, casting a soft glow on the lovers.
* * *
	Serena and Darien were back in the computer room, playing another round of
"Doom" when the car pulled into the driveway the next evening.
	"They're back," she said, giving a big sigh. "Looks like our perfect
weekend's over."
	"They'll be plenty more like it in the future. . .when we're together for
good."
	After shutting down the computer, they went to the living room to greet
Uncle George and Aunt Marie. And there, they waited. And waited.
	"I'd better go make sure nothing's wrong," Serena said. "Uncle George has
problems with his back. . .I hope he didn't put it out trying to lift the
suitcases."
	She left the house and approached the car. . .and noticed that the windows
were fogged up. Through the haze, she could catch a glimpse of two people
making out like teenagers.
	Serena smiled to herself. Her mother had been right. . .all they needed
was a weekend away together. Their drab marriage had been spiced up and
romance was back in their lives.
	She went back into the house. "What's up?" Darien said.
	Serena kissed him. "Muffin, we weren't the only ones who had a perfect
weekend."

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is a sequel to "If a Picture Paints a Thousand
Words 4." I just couldn't leave Aunt Marie and Uncle George in such a bad
situation. Thanks to Artemis and Luna for suggesting the setting for Serena
and Darien's big love scene!

I'm not sure if "Starship Titanic" is actually available for Macintosh yet.
. .but if it isn't, it should be! ^_^ Thanks to Mark Berger for telling me
about the game.

As always, I'd like to thank the terrific friends who've been such a
support to me (Mark Berger, Sailor Star Love, Molly Puthoff, Jeffrey and
Sally and the rest of the Wizards), as well as all the people who have
given me a chance to share my work with the rest of the Sailor Moon
community (Artemis and Luna, Sailor November, etc.)

Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm
just borrowing them for a little while.