HEART MOVING
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman

by Sailor Mac
	Morning? Morning, already?
	I slowly raise my head from the pillow and gaze out the window. Sure
enough, the sun is peeking over the sill. . .but it's not fully up. Not
yet.
	Good. I've got another hour or two before Luna starts batting me with her
paws and yelling that I'm going to be late for school again.
	With a sigh, I drop down to the pillow again, my mind filled with thoughts
of Christmas and New Year's. It was beautiful, so very beautiful, having
Darien with me for both holidays. . .
	If only, I thought, we had found each other earlier. . .we could have
spent a lot more holidays together.
	As I drift back to sleep, I find myself wishing I could remember more
about the Silver Millennium, more about the special times we spent together
on the Moon. . .
	And then, I'm dreaming, and I'm in a big room with a fireplace and a long
table. The remains of a huge dinner are on the table. . .it looks like 50
people or more shared a banquet. And I'm standing alone, looking at the
table and feeling sad. . .
	I hear footsteps behind me. It's my mother, Queen Serenity.
	"It was a lovely party tonight, wasn't it?" she says.
	I take a deep breath. "He didn't show up."
	"Oh, honey. . .I know, but. . .the Earth Kingdom is having more than its
share of problems now. Beryl and her followers are getting to be a real
danger. . ."
	"I don't care about Beryl," I sob. "I want to be with him."
	"I'm sure he wants to be with you too, Serenity. . .but he can't. As soon
as he's able, I'm sure he'll come. . ."
	I run outside, tears streaming down my face. I come to a stop under the
big tree by the reflecting pool and just stand there, my dress blowing in
the wind, staring up at the glowing blue ball in the night sky.
	A full Earth tonight. Look at how beautiful it is. . .just as beautiful as
the prince who calls it his home.
	Why, Endymion? I think. Why couldn't you come tonight? You knew it was the
Spring Fest banquet! I know things aren't quite right on Earth. . .and even
though my mother won't come out and say it, I know that Beryl's a threat to
the Moon as well. . .but couldn't you find a couple of hours to steal away
and see me?
	Sometimes, I think, I love him so much that it literally hurts. . .
	Then, there's a rustling noise behind me. I turn. . .and he's there. I let
out a cry, and then his arms around me, holding me tight, tighter, as if to
fuse our bodies together.
	"Oh, Endymion," I whisper. "Endymion, my darling. . ."
	"Serenity. . .oh, my love, I'm too late for the banquet, I am *so* sorry. . ."
	"But you're here now. . .that's all that matters." I bring my lips to his,
and the kiss is so, so very sweet. . .his kisses are like warm, spiced
honey pouring over my lips and tongue. We let our lips caress each other,
his tongue slipping into my mouth and stroking and caressing mine. . .his
hands are starting to move over my body, sliding along my shoulders, down
my arms, then back up again. . .When I feel him start to cup and stroke my
breasts through the fabric, I gasp.
	"Darling," he whispers, a bit of a naughty edge in his voice, "how are
your teleporting skills?"
	"Pretty good."
	"Then let's teleport. . .into your bedroom."
	I let out a giggle. We join hands and concentrate, and the trees and
reflecting pool fade away. . .and we find ourselves in my bedchamber, right
next to the enormous bed.
	"Aaah," he says, "much better." And then I'm in his arms again, and his
mouth is claiming mine, and I'm making a little noise in my throat as I
feel him start to undo the fastenings on my gown. I pull away from him just
long enough to yank it off and fling it on the floor, and while I'm at it,
I unfasten my royal odangos and let my hair tumble down, down, down. We
begin to kiss hungrily again, and I start to feel something lovely and hard
pressing against my lower body. . .
	I pull my mouth from his and whisper, "Why, Endymion, something seems to
be happening to you. You seem quite a bit. . .harder."
	"Hmmm. Maybe you should take a closer look at the problem."
	Do I want to look? Ohh, do I ever! I yank at his armor, trying to get it
off his body, but I'm not getting very far, and I'm growing impatient. .
.He helps me, and soon I can get to his jacket, and then his shirt, and his
pants. . .I peel layer after layer of clothing away, until, ahh, there he
is, beautifully naked. . .I run my eyes up and down over his whole body,
taking in the taut muscles and tanned skin, his broad chest and flat belly.
. .
	And down there. . .ohhh, down there. . .
	I kiss his lips again, then pull back, ridding myself of my own
undergarments. Then I sink to my knees, and his manhood is right in front
of me.
	I take it in both hands, caressing it gently. "Ah, yes, my prince, you
seem to have *quite* a problem with hardening here."
	"Mmmm. . .you women of the moon are very good at curing illnesses. . .have
you got a cure for me?"
	"Oh, yes I do," I whisper, letting my caresses get faster, more urgent,
hearing him moan and sigh. . . "My cure. . .is this." And I take him in my
mouth and start to suck. He groans "Serenity!" and I feel his hands
tangling in my hair. . .I start to move him in and out, in and out, he
tastes so good, feels so good. . .When I take my mouth away, he utters a
sound of frustration, but then I take some of my hair and wind it around
and around him, until his manhood is completely wrapped up. . .then, I pull
it away slowly, so the hair slides around and around him. "AAAHHH!" he
shouts, and I know he's on the verge. . .I quickly take him in my hand and
start pumping him with fast strokes, and he yells my name as he lets go and
comes.
	I push my bedcurtains aside so he can flop down on my bed. I crawl next to
him and tenderly kiss his lips. "I cured you, my prince," I whisper.
	He kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, and his hand squeezes my
breast. "Hmmm. . .now *you* have a problem with hardness."
	"And how do you plan to cure it?"
	"By making you even. . .harder." He rolls me over on my back, kissing his
way down my neck. . .and then I feel his tongue circling my nipple, and a
delicious shiver passes over my entire body. He starts to suck, and I moan
his name, feeling my legs part in invitation. . .He takes the nipple out of
his mouth, flicks his tongue back and forth, then gently squeezes it
between his thumb and forefinger while licking the very tip. "OOOHHHH!!!" I
cry.
	Then, his fingers are between my legs, and he's probing me as he switches
his mouth to the other nipple. I pant and moan, beyond rational thought,
just feeling the waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through me like
tides of fire. . .
	He raises his mouth and whispers. . . "Serenity. . .you feel so good. .
.it's like velvet down there, like luscious, warm, soft velvet. . ." And he
begins to suck my nipple again, and his fingers plunge deep, deep inside,
and I cry out, my whole body writhing, feeling like I'm going to explode. .
.He pulls his fingers out and brings then up to my jewel, and then he's
caressing it slowly and gently, then faster, faster, and the explosion
comes. I arch my hips and shriek as I'm wracked by a blazing spasm, and
then another, and then another. I fall to the bed, still trembling. . .but
before I get a chance to fully recover, I feel his lips kiss my nipples
again, then my lips, and then his manhood is driving deep inside me. I
whimper, thinking that I can't take any more pleasure. . .but then the
flames are rising within me again, and I know I can take more, and more,
and more. . .I wrap my legs around him, my arms around him, and I crush my
mouth against his as my hips and his thrust together. Long, low sounds
escape from both of us, pleas for release, declarations of undying love. .
.and then I feel everything exploding again, and I scream as the hot joy
floods every pore of my body, and I hear him cry out in answer as we hit
the pinnacle of pleasure together.
	He falls down next to me and we kiss sweetly. He pulls me into his arms so
my head is on his chest.
	"I'll love you forever, Serenity," he whispers. "And when I say forever, I
mean *forever*."
	"I'll love you forever too, Endymion," I whisper back. "No matter where you are, no matter what you do. . .I'll find you, and we'll never be apart. . ."
	My afterglow is interrupted by a loud buzzing. My hand slams the clock.
	Damn.
	Where's Luna? I think. Then I remember. . .she always senses whenever I'm
having one of "THOSE" dreams and she hightails it out of my room.
	I slowly get out of bed. I've got a long school day in front of me. . .but
suddenly, that doesn't seem so bad. I can relive that sweet memory, that
lovely little bit of the Silver Millennium, over and over today. . .and
that will get me through almost anything that life throws at me.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: The inspiration for this story was the closing credit
sequence from the first half of the first season in the original Japanese
version. The song that plays behind the credits is called "Heart Moving,"
hence the story's title. You see a truncated version of the sequence at the
end of the DiC episodes. . .Serenity is seen standing alone at night, her
dress blowing in the wind, but you don't see the original end of the scene,
when Endymion comes up behind her and draws her into an embrace.

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