IF A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORDS II A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman, based on a story in Lunatic Party Volume 7 by Sailor Mac She's still sleeping. Good, she needs the rest. After the kind of day she's had. . . I stroke my beloved Serena's hair, looking down at her as she sleeps, a contented smile on her face. She came to my apartment a few hours ago almost in tears, because she'd had the day from hell - including a brawl with some jerks in the arcade. I listened to her story, then I gave her a bathing suit that I'd bought for her birthday (she needed the pick-me-up right then), and then we made love. It was heavenly, holding her in my arms, feeling and tasting her beautiful skin, hearing her sweet cries of passion. It always is. I'd better find out more about that arcade business before she wakes up. She was worried that she, Raye and Lita might be banned for life. I'd like to reassure her that was far from the truth. I pick up the phone and dial Crown Arcade. "Andrew, please. . .Hey, buddy, it's Darien." "Hey! How ya been?" "Oh, *I'm* okay. . .but I had a very upset Meatball Head show up at my place a couple of hours ago." He heaves a deep sigh. "I wanted to talk to her about that, but she and the other girls hightailed it out of the arcade before I had a chance to. It's not their fault. If I had known that one jerk was packing a Super Soaker, I would have thrown them out immediately." "She seems to think they're going to be banned for life." "Banned? No way! If anything, I'd like to *thank* Lita for dealing with that snot-nosed brat. It's not the first time he's made trouble." "She'll be relieved to hear that." "Is she still there? Can I talk to her?" "She's still. . ." Ooops. I can feel myself blushing from head to toe. I certainly have no problem whatsoever with people knowing that Serena and I are a couple, but when it comes to the physical aspect of our relationship. . .well, I have problems talking about something so private in public. "Umm. . .she's still in the bathroom." "A-ha." I can hear a note in Andrew's voice that says, "I know what's really going on, you sly dog, you." I blush again. "Well, when she's. . .available. . .can you have her call me?" "I will." We say our goodbyes and hang up. I go back to the bedroom and lie down next to her. She's so beautiful when she's asleep. . .so angelic. How lucky I am that this wonderful creature loves me. . . Was there ever a time when I was hostile to her, that every time I saw her I launched a barrage of insults that on one occasion (after she'd accidentally bonked me with a shoe) had her literally crying in the street? Yes, alas, there was. . .I was afraid of love then, and fighting my feelings for her with all my might. But love will always win out over fear, and I kept having dreams, dreams in which my heart tried to get the message across to my head-- "Hey, stupid, wake up! You're in love with her! This is the princess you've been searching for all your life!" I remember one such occasion, sometime after she had become Sailor Moon but before I started competing with Zoicite to get the Seven Rainbow Crystals. . . * * * We bumped into each other like we normally did: she was walking toward the arcade, I was coming home from class. I'd had a rough day, and the last thing I wanted to do was argue with Meatball Head again. I remember thinking, Oh, Gods, is that her? Please, not her again. But it was. I think I freaked out a little when we almost collided. "Why do we always run into each other like this? You could have killed me, Meatball Head!" She seemed in a happy mood that day. "Hello to you too, Darien. Guess what? I finally got an A on my math test. I'm having a good day. And I don't want you ruining it." "Ruining it? You're not making my day any brighter either, Meatball Head." (Oh, I felt a pang then, a pang which said, "Liar! Liar!" But I chose to push it away and ignore it). She llooked stunned for a second, then said something that caught me off-guard: "Darien, I don't know why you're so hostile all the time. I have this feeling - I don't know why - that I might be able to get to like you - if only you'd stop being so harsh and nasty and have a *real* conversation with me." Now it was my turn to get caught off-guard and stand there stunned. And I responded in the way that I usually did in those days: "You're the one who doesn't want to have a real conversation. Seems that every time we meet, you're using me for a trash bin, or pelting me with shoes, or sticking your tongue out at me and making funny faces." "Those were accidents! Except the funny faces. You *asked* for those." Something in me said, "And you look so damn cute when you're making those funny faces. . ." For a second, we just stood there, staring at each other, communicating without words. . .I reached out my hand as if to touch one of her long, long pigtails. . . Then, she spoke. "I guess I can't depend on you to be a shoe rack or a trash can, then. Mind if I use you for a bookbag?" There was something just so cute in that comment, and I found myself laughing in spite of myself. "You really are something else, Meatball Head." She stiffened. "What did you mean by that?" The guards that had been lowered were back up, the defenses which had been banished were back with a vengeance. "Nothing. I meant nothing. Just that. . ." "Just what? That I'm an empty Meatball Head?" Oh Gods, here we go again. . . Then, she stunned me again by giving me a big smile. "Something tells me that you *really* don't mean that, Darien. Well, see ya!" And she skipped away. I watched her go, feeling puzzled. Why did that girl stir such a curious mixture of feelings in me, a mixture that scared me half to death? * * * That night, my subconscious tried to answer that question for me, in the form of a dream. It was another time, another place, and I was not Darien Chiba, I was someone else. . .a prince? And there was a beautiful girl in my arms. Beautiful. . .blonde. . .and with a very familiar Meatball Head hairstyle. . . She'd been wearing a white dress, which had been pulled down to expose her breasts and was threatening to drop off her body altogether. Her drawers had been removed, too. . . I know this, because I was kissing her nipples, and my fingers were exploring the sweet, hot cleft between her thighs. She was leaning back against a huge tree, moaning and sighing, her fingers tangling in my hair. . . "Endymion. . .oh, Endymion. . ." Endymion? Is that my name. . .my *real* name? I ran my tongue back and forth across one luscious bud and felt her shudder in response. I came up to her and kissed her, hard, our mouths opening so my tongue could explore hers. She tastes so good, feels so good, and I feel overwhelmed with love for her, I thought. . . I kissed down along her neck. "My princess," I whispered between kisses. . .Down further and further I moved, pausing at her beautiful breasts to suckle again. Oh, love, your nipples are so hard, so big. . .how very, very delicious. . . She moaned her pleasure, which only made me want to give her more pleasure. Down I moved again, kissing over her belly, pushing her dress down and off, moving down further, further. . . I could breathe in her woman-scent now, and it was intoxicating, heavenly. I spread her thighs wide, then buried my face in her, greedily licking at her. Oh, Gods, could anything be more delightful than this? She tasted so, so sweet. . .I explored her all over, the inner lips that seemed to beckon me in, the soft folds surrounding them, the little nub of flesh that made her shudder and cry out every time I touched it. . .I grasped her buttocks in my hands, pulling her further onto my mouth as I buried my tongue inside her, feeling her tighten inside, as if to entrap me. Oh, beautiful princess, I love you so much. . . I moved my tongue in and out, in and out, hearing her deep groans of delight, feeling her body move to the rhythm of my thrusting. I wanted to take her higher, deeper. . .I wanted her to feel the ultimate in ecstacy. . .I moved my tongue out and upward, flicking over that little nub over and over again, thenI took it in my lips and started to suck. "OOOHHH!" she cried. "Yes, yes, my prince. . .AAAHHH!" Her body heaved, and the honey was pouring from her, and she was coming, coming all around me. . . When her spasms subsided, I gave her luscious womanhood a couple of last, tender kisses, then came back up to her and kissed her mouth. When our lips parted, she said, "Endymion, please. . .let me give you the same pleasure. . ." She dropped to her knees, and before I knew it, my manhood was in her hands and she was licking it, licking it over and over, her soft, hot tongue moving up and down along the shaft, then circling the tip. . .I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, feeling a pleasure almost beyond human comprehension flooding my body. Oh yes, my princess, like that, like that. . .keep doing that to me. . . Her lips opened, and she took me in, and all I could do was cry out "OOHHH!" She was sucking, sucking, and it felt soooo good, she knew, somehow, just what do to and when to do it. . .Her head bobbed up and down, and I groaned, feeling her engulf me, then retreat, then engulf me again. . . "Princess," I managed to say in a husky whisper, "please, honey, come up here. . .I love what you're doing, but I want us to come together. . ." "No, darling," she whispered. "Come down here, to me." I sat on the ground and drew her into my lap, into my arms. She straddled me so that she could lower herself onto my manhood, then wrapped her arms around my neck and started to thrust. Both of us moaned at the deep, deep contact, at the feel of us as one flesh, just as we were one mind and one soul. . .She moved faster and faster, and our lips found each other, caressing, communicating volumes with just kisses, just one sweet, hot kiss after another. . .I reached up so I could caress her breasts as she moved on me, around me, and then she was crying out, and I could feel her spasm and squeeze me, oh honey, so good, sooo good. . .I began pumping my hips along with hers, caressing her breasts faster, whispering to her, "Come on, honey, you can do it again. . .let's do it together. . .come with me, sweetheart, come with me. . ." Then, she began to spasm and squeeze again, and this time, I was ready. Our cries mingled as we hit the pinnacle of pleasure at the same moment, as both of us achieved beautiful release. She sagged against me, and we tumbled to the ground, wrapped tightly in each other's arms. . . Then, I woke up, heart pounding, bathed in sweat. Oh, Gods, I thought, holding my head, not another one of those dreams. They're going to drive me mad one of these days. . .they're the fuel that feeds my obsession. . . Who is this princess? What secrets of my past does she hold? Can she tell me who I really am? And why, why, WHY does she look just like Meatball Head? My darling princess, I thought, whatever it takes. . .I will return to you. I will find your Silver Imperium Crystal, and bring it to you, and you will reveal the secrets of my past. Then, at last, I will be whole, and we will be together. . . * * * Now, here I am, looking at that very princess of my dreams lying beside me. Dear Serena, you've made me happier in this lifetime than I could ever have hoped for. The dreams gave me only tiny hints of the ecstacy that we would share together. . . She's stirring, waking up. I kiss her cheeks, her nose, her temple. Her eyelids flutter. "Hey," I say. "Hey yourself." She brings her arms up around my neck, and pulls my head down to hers. We kiss, long and wet. When we break apart, I pull myself up so I'm leaning against the headboard, and her head is on my chest. "I talked to Andrew," I say. "Everything's cool." "Thank you, honey." She kisses me again. I could go on kissing her forever. That may sound like a cliche, but it's true, it's really true. . . She settles back on my chest. "Darien. . .before we started going out, back when we were fighting all the time. . .did you ever have. . .dreams? Dreams of you and me, together? Back in the Silver Millenium?" Now, how did she know I was thinking about that? "All the time, honey." "Me, too. And I just had one of those old dreams again, for some reason. I was leaning against a big, old tree. . ." I jump a bit, startled. I know we have communicated telepathically in the past, but this. . .did she transmit that old dream to me? Or did I send it to her? And, in the long run, does it really matter? I draw her head up, bring my lips to hers. Hmm, I think there's at least one more condom left in the box. . . "Honey," I say, "want to know a whole new meaning for the term 'dream come true'?" AUTHOR'S NOTES: Like the first "If a Picture Paints a Thousand Words," this story was based on one in the doujinshi series "Lunatic Party." If I come across more romantic Serena/Darien stories in doujinshi, I'll write more "If a Picture. . ." stories. If anyone knows of any other volumes of "Lunatic Party," or any other doujunshi, that have such pictures and are either stored online or can be easily ordered, e-mail me at AmberSesht@aol.com. "Sekkushiaru Roman" literally means "sexual romance." I came across the term in the book "Pink Samurai: Love, Marriage and Sex in Contemporary Japan" by Nicholas Bornoff, and thought it was a perfect phrase to describe the types of stories I write (and those by writers like Mark Berger, Lady M. Harris, Ivana B. Anonymous and Sailor Star Love). Thanks, as always, to Mark Berger, Jeffrey and Sally and the other Wizards, Molly, Artemis and Luna, Sailor Star Love, Sailor November, Jennifer Wand and everyone who's taken the time to write me and tell me what you thought of my stories. Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm just borrowing them for a little while.