HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MUFFIN A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman by Sailor Mac "DAMN!" Serena caught the cake box just before it slid off the table. No, she couldn't have an accident, not now. . .she'd planned everything so very carefully! She was going to give Darien his best birthday ever. . . Succeeding in getting the cake out of the box, Serena stuck two items on top of it, then stood back to survey her handiwork. The cake was at the back of a table piled high with goodies - cheeses, salad, breads - and the air was filled with the luscious aroma of the food she had cooking on the stove and in the oven. Won't he be surprised when he gets home, she thought. He'll be *very* glad he gave me a key to his apartment. She went into the dining room, then the living room, to see if everything was in readiness. Candles everywhere, soft, romantic music ready to go in the CD. . . Then, she checked out her look in a nearby mirror. A bit of a touchup to her blush and lipstick, and she was set. Her long, long hair was simply brushed out flat, no "meatballs" - she wanted to look as grown-up and sexy as she could tonight. When she heard a noise in the hallway, she quickly turned out the lights and hid in the bedroom. She didn't want him to see her - at first. There was the sound of a key in the lock, footsteps. . .and then his voice. . . "The hell? What's going on. . ." She lit one of the candles in the bedroom and carried it out into the living room. "Happy Birthday, Muffin," she said in her sexiest voice. "Serena! What are you. . .ooohhh!" She set down her candle, made sure he could have a good look at her, and reached up to the straps of her sundress. She undid them, and the garment fell - revealing see-through underwear. "You little. . ." "Minx?" He laughed, and grabbed her in his arms. "Serena, you just reminded me of why I love you so much." "Not as much as I love you." Their mouths came together in a long, hot kiss, their mouths quickly opening, allowing their tongues to tangle and dance. She let her hands wander over the front of his shirt, undoing the buttons, pushing it aside. . .When the garment fell to the floor, she began kissing down his neck, then sweeping her tongue down to the broad expanse of his chest. . .When she encountered a nipple, she drew it into her lips, teasing it with her tongue. He let out a deep groan. Slowly, she drew away from him. "Later, my love. . .first, let's eat. I have a feeling we're going to both need the energy." She started the music and lit all the candles, and they sat down to enjoy their meal. Gods, she's gone out of her way for this, he thought. How beautiful she is, how sweet, and how I love her. . . She noticed the pensive look on his face. "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking how very lucky I am to have you." "Not as lucky as I am to have you. Did you ever stop to think of what our lives would be like if I hadn't bounced that test paper off your head?" He took her hand in both of his. "We would have found each other anyway, somehow. There's no way we could have not been together. If nothing else, our dreams would have led us to each other." She smiled. "Those dreams. . .I never told anybody about them, not even Luna. They were so vivid, and so beautiful. . ." "When you had those dreams, Serena. . .did you know it was me?" She shook her head. "All I knew was it was a prince, and I loved him with all my heart. Well, sometimes I wondered if the prince was really Tuxedo Mask. . .but never, never did I think he was Darien Chiba." She paused. "I told myself over and over back then that I hated you, that you were nothing but a cranky, mean old sourpuss. . .but in my heart of hearts, I knew better. I knew you were the one and only person for me, no matter how much I pretended to be boy-crazy. . . ." "Oh, sweetheart. . ." "And then, when we finally realized we loved each other, and you were taken away from me. . .it was awful. I went through hell. It was like half of my soul had been wrenched away. When we went to the Arctic to fight that last battle against Beryl, all I wanted to do was defeat her and get you back. . .and I didn't care if I died in the attempt. Because if you were in her clutches for good, there was no reason for me to live." Darien felt a lump rising in his throat and tears stinging his eyes. He came over to the other side of the table and held Serena in his arms, tightly. She embraced him back, clinging to him like she never wanted to let go, like she was afraid he'd be taken away from her again. . . Then, she eased slowly away from him, swallowing back her own tears. "Hey. Want to see the present I got for you?" "I thought you were my present." "I'm just one of them. I wanted to give you something you could unwrap - and Darien Chiba, don't even say it, I know that gleam in your eyes!" She gave him a playful swat, and he tickled her. They both laughed, the melancholy mood banished, an air of celebration returning. She went into the bedroom, and returned with a garment bag trimmed with bows. "Go ahead - open it!" He pulled the zipper down, revealing a beautiful leather jacket. "Oh, honey!" "Thought it would be warmer for you while riding your motorcycle than that green thing." (I want to *burn* that green jacket, she thought). "It's magnificent. Let me try it on. . ." He slipped it over his bare chest, and zipped it up. It fit like it had been tailored just for him. "I'm going to wear it whenever I can. Thank you, honey. . ." He brought his lips to hers, and they kissed, the kiss going on and on and on. . . When they broke apart, she whispered, "Now, for dessert. . .come in the kitchen." She took his hand, and led him to the cake - chocolate, with chocolate frosting and chocolate filling, of course. But the most interesting thing was what was on top of it. For once, Darien was glad that toy manufacturers were churning out little replicas of the Sailor Scouts and Tuxedo Mask - because those super-deformed dolls of himself and Serena looked just so damn cute on the cake! "What do you think, Muffin?" "I think it's the most beautiful cake I ever. . .Meatball Head, what are you doing?" She had taken the Tuxedo Mask doll off the cake, and was licking the frosting off it. Slowly. And not confining her tongue to the areas with icing clinging to them, either. He felt the heat rising in his blood, spreading to every part of his body. . . "Now," she said, "where do you want to have dessert? In the dining room? The living room? Or. . ." He was getting some very, very wicked ideas. "Hmm, it depends. We have ice cream to go with that cake, right?" "Yes." "Then. . .well, why don't we take our dessert somewhere where we can really relax and get comfortable. . .oh, perhaps, maybe. . ." "Race ya there!" She took off for the bedroom at a sprint. He stayed behind, cutting two pieces of cake, scooping out two bowls of ice cream. . . As he carried them to the room, he noticed her sexy see-through bra hanging from a lamp. . .and her panties on the doorknob. She was draped across his bed, two pillows strategically placed over her breasts and womanhood. "Mmmm," he said. "The hell with the cake and ice cream - I think I see what I *really* want for dessert." "Sorry, sir," she said, "you're overdressed for this restaurant." "I can fix that easily," he said. He set the dishes down on the bureau and shed every stitch of his clothes, making sure he carefully hung up his new jacket. Sitting on the bed beside her, he said, "Do I make the dress code now?" "You do indeed." She pulled his head down to hers, and they shared a long, deep, hot kiss. When they broke away, he got the plate of cake - "I think I'm going to feed you." She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, expecting him to fork-feed her - but he popped the cake into his own mouth instead, then leaned over and French kissed her, pushing the cake from his mouth to hers with his tongue. Once she chewed and swallowed, she said, "Now *that's* service!" And she picked up the other piece of cake, popped a bit in her mouth, and did the same to him. Over and over, they fed each other until all the cake was gone. He picked up a bowl. "And now, the ice cream. . ." She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, expecting to be fed the same way. But instead, he gave her a light kiss on the lips - then put the ice cream in his mouth and quickly lowered his head to her breast, taking the nipple in his mouth. Serena arched and shrieked. Oh Gods!!! The heat of his mouth and the cold of the ice cream together. . . "OOOOH!!! OH, DARIEN!" He sucked, drawing the ice cream (melted from her heat) down his throat, then pulled his mouth away and licked the remains of the ice cream off her. "Hmmm," he said. "Best ice cream I ever ate. I'm going to have more." He popped more in his mouth, took her other breast in his hand, and sucked it as he'd done with the first. . .meanwhile, his hand cupped the breast he'd suckled before, warming it, pleasuring it. . .Serena writhed, her mind exploding with these new pleasures. Hot and cold, cold and hot. . .and all of it delicious. . . When he drew his mouth away, he licked her as he'd done before. . .and then she was taking the bowl away from him and flipping him over on his back. "My turn," she said. She bent over and kissed his lips, their tongues mingling and dancing. . . Then, she took a spoonful of the ice cream and dropped it onto his chest. It slid down his stomach, melting as it traveled. . .She bent over, licking slowly, slowly down the trail, lapping up every bit of sweet cream. Down she moved, further and further, until she was almost to his erection. . . Then, she stopped. He groaned in frustration. . . And she popped some more ice cream in her mouth and took him in. Darien instantly let out a loud cry, his whole body jerking and stiffening. What a sensation! Her sweet lips and tongue were working their magic on him, as they always did, but adding the ice cream. . .it was a whole new, wild dimension of pleasure. His hips jerked as her head bobbed up and down, up and down. . . Then, when she'd swallowed all the ice cream, she pulled away. Time for something different. . . She went into her purse, looking for something she'd stashed there just before leaving her house - a silk scarf. It had been given to her by an aunt for Christmas. She'd never worn it. . .but she'd found it while rummaging around in her drawer earlier that day. She noticed something she hadn't before - how soft and sensuous it felt. She was about to put those qualities to good use. Gently, she began to rub the silk back and forth, back and forth, across the head of his manhood. . .He let out a loud moan. She held onto each end of the scarf, draping the middle part across his shaft, and began to pull it side to side, slowly and gently, then picking up speed. . .The soft cloth was giving him wild, hot sensations. He moaned louder and louder, feeling himself oh, so close to climax. . . Then, she stopped rubbing, bent over, and swirled her tongue over the head. That did it - his climax was set in motion. She quickly replaced her tongue with the silk again, rubbing it across the tip, and soon, the fabric was soaked with his orgasm. Darien fell back on the bed, panting, spent. Serena tenderly kissed his nose, his cheeks, then his lips. . .She leaned over so that her breasts were level with his mouth. He began to lick hungrily at the nipple closest to him. She straddled him, placing her womanhood atop his softened maleness, rubbing it back and forth, back and forth. . .She gasped as she felt him start to stiffen and lengthen against her. Her hands were fumbling for the bedside drawer, for what they'd need. . .aha, here it was. . . He was almost fully erect now, and she moved down to him, taking him in her hand, pumping him hard and fast until he was ready, ready to enter her . . .She unwrapped the rubber and rolled it on, then came back up to him, her mouth caressing his before she drew it toward her breasts again. . .She moaned as she felt his lips tugging, his tongue lapping. . .her hips thrust against him, again and again, rubbing her jewel against his member. . . Then, she moved up, and down, and he was inside her. Both of them moaned loudly at this intimate contact, the unforgettable feeling of actually being one with your Eternal True Love. . .Her hips began to pump, making him enter her, leave her, then enter again. She shifted around a bit until he was in direct contact with her hot pearl, sending hot, mad sensations to every part of her. . .Both of them moaned each other's names, their arms encircling each other, clinging tight, as if they wanted to be one flesh for eternity. . .Serena felt herself getting there, getting there, oh yes oh yes oh yes. . . "AAAAHHH! OOOHH! DARIEN!" The climax wracked her, making her spasm and shriek, and his hands came down to cup her buttocks, guiding her, encouraging her without words. . .yes, Serena, you could do it again, you could go to paradise again, and this time, I'm coming with you. . . She threw back her head. "OOOHHH!!" And then she began to spasm inside again, this time even harder, squeezing him and pulling him over the edge as well, and he cried out her name as he climaxed. Serena collapsed atop her lover, and they both panted, holding tightly to each other. "Oh, Gods, Darien," she whispered, "how I love you. . ." "I love you too, my darling." She raised her head. "Happy Birthday, Muffin. Did you like it?" "I loved it. Especially dessert." "My favorite kind," she said. "Ice cream on a hot Muffin." He kissed her. "But the best gift you could ever give me. . .is your love." Softly, their lips touched, communicating volumes of love without a single word. And both of them were thinking the same thing: those dreams didn't even hint at how wonderful it would be when we finally were together. And with that thought on their minds, they both fell asleep. AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is dedicated to Lunar Rose, a terrific writer who made a stunning debut in the July 25 update. Anyone who hasn't checked out her two fics, "The Artist and the Model" and "The End of the Beginning," is really missing out. Thanks are due to the usual gang: Mark Berger, Sailor Star Love, Jeffrey and Sally Wizard, Z Wizard, Molly, 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.