IF A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORDS III
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman, Based on a Story in Lunatic Party Volume 2


by Sailor Mac
	I'm back at my house now, after spending the evening with Darien. I can
still smell his scent and feel his warmth all over me, making me feel like
he was still here. . .
	I rushed to his house near tears after Lita and Raye and I got into a
fight with some Super Soaker-packing jerks in the arcade. He held me and
comforted me. He gave me a bathing suit - he told me he'd bought it for my
birthday, but I looked like I needed the pick-me-up then and there. And
then, we made love. . .
	Suddely, all the rottenness of my day just melted away. I didn't have a
care in the world. When I woke up, he told me that he'd talked to Andrew,
and everything was cool - we weren't going to get in any trouble because of
the fight. But even if we were banned from the arcade for life, it wouldn't
matter - as long as he and I can be together, I don't care what else
happens.
	Now I'm sitting in front of my mirror, brushing out my hair, thinking
about something else we'd talked about that afternoon. The dreams that both
of us used to have before we knew the full truth about ourselves and about
each other. Dreams where we'd see each other, hold each other, make love to
each other. . .
	I never knew who my dream-man was back then. Sometimes, I would see him as
Tuxedo Mask, sometimes as a prince. But the only thing I knew for sure was
I loved him with all my heart.
	I put down my brush and open my drawer, where I keep my diary. I flip back
until I come to the period after I found out I was Sailor Moon, but before
I found out that I was also the Moon Princess. There was everyday, silly
stuff like:

June 10
	Well, we found out for sure, now - Melanie really DOES like Kevin! Molly
and I hid behind the bushes and spied on her when she was talking to Laura.
Now we just have to figure out what to do with that juicy piece of info!
Molly thinks we can get Melvin to find out his e-mail address, and we can
send him a "guess-who-likes-you?" type letter. Oooh, won't Ricky be upset -
he's had it BAD for Melanie ever since she dumped Charles last semester!

	And then, there was Sailor Scout-type stuff like:

July 3
	We had a Scout meeting at Raye's temple. Luna said that Central Command
has informed her that the enemy seems to have sent a new general to gather
information about us. After Jaedite disappeared, we thought that was the
end of the Negaverse, but they're back - with a vengeance! I told them what
happened to me the other day, when I got turned into a giant tennis ball
and bounced around the court. (But how great it was when Tuxedo Mask came
to help me! I can still remember flying in his arms. . .sigh). Luna said
she thinks that may be only the begining. I don't want to hear that! If I
had my way, I'd never have to face another youma as long as I live!

	But then again, every once in awhile, there'd be an entry like this. . .

August 10
	Another one of those strange, strange dreams last night. I was wearing a
long white dress, and Tuxedo Mask was there, and I was saying, "Tuxedo
Mask, you must bring me the crystal!" What crystal? And why would Tuxedo
Mask have it? And then, suddenly, my dress was gone, and he and I were
doing things I have only read about in books that I'm not supposed to be
reading! Oh, it felt so good when it was happening, but today. . .I'm not
sure what I'm feeling! I feel really good about it in an way and really bad
about it in a way. . .but most of all, I just keep asking myself, why the
same dream, over and over? Why? Why? Why? And when I can see his face in
the dream, WHY DOES HE LOOK SO MUCH LIKE THAT JERK DARIEN CHIBA??? I wish I
could talk to someone about this, but I can't. . .I can't even talk about
this to Luna.

	I put the diary away. If only I'd known then what I knew now. . .Darien
and I could have gotten together a lot sooner than we did. Months upon
months of bickering, insulting each other, fighting our feelings with
everything we had. . .we could have spent all that time actually beingin
each other's arms, instead of dreaming about it.
	I climb into bed, still thinking about that old dream, and fall asleep. . .
	And then, I start having that old dream again.
	I'm in the middle of nowhere, or so it seems. I'm wearing a long, white
dress. And I call to him:
	"Tuxedo Mask, you must bring me the crystal!"
	I can see him, somewhere, in the mist. . .
	"Who are you?" he says. "Why do you want me to get it? How do I find it?"
	"You must find it yourself," I say, the words seemingly being put into my
head by some omnipotent being. . . "Please, please, you must do it so we
can be together again. . ."
	I walk over to him, slowly. There he is, in front of me. . .I lean over
and touch my lips to his. It seems like the most beautiful, natural thing
to do. He seems surprised, at first. . .then, he quickly responds. His
mouth opens, and so does mine. Our tongues come together, mingling and
tangling. . .
	I feel his hands start to move down my body, and as they do, my dress
vanishes. I'm completely naked, open to his hands, his mouth. . .His lips
travel down my neck, kissing, nibbling, his tongue sweeping in little
circles on my flesh. I feel my breath start to quicken.
	"Please," I whisper, "please make love to me. . ."
	I draw him tighter into my embrace, running my hands up and down his body
to make his costume disappear as mine did. He moans as our mouths come
together again, and we press naked flesh against naked flesh. We rub
against each other, and I straddle his thigh, rubbing my womanhood against
him, making him moan and beg me to let him take me. . .
	He sits on the bed - what bed? Where'd that come from? - and draws me onto
his lap. His mouth is on my breast, his lips softly kissing around the
edges at first, then he pulls in my nipple and starts to suck. I throw back
my head and moan, loudly, crying, "Ohhhh! Oh, yes, darling, yes. . ." He
stops sucking only to lick, flicking his tongue over the tip again and
again, and crazy, hot sensations are roaring all over my body.
	"Now," I beg. "Now, I want you to be inside me. . ."
	He lifts up on my hips and guides me until his manhood is right at my
entrance. I push downward and enter heaven. Oh, Gods, how very, very good
he feels! I move up and down, up and down on him, and it's so, so
delicious! His hands come up to my breasts, and he's squeezing them,
running his thumbs back and forth over my nipples, and I moan, my head
falling back, then forward. . .I push harder and faster, feeling something
building, building, gotta have it, gotta have it. . . "AAAAAHHHHH!!!!" I
scream, as everything releases at once, and hot bombs of joy are going off
all over my body, sending screaming skyrockets through my bloodstream. The
orgasm is so intense that I tumble backwards, so I'm lying flat on my back.
. .but I'm still connected to him, and I wouldn't let that connection go
for anything in the world. I begin to pump again, half out of my mind,
wanting nothing, nothing in the world but another climax, another explosion
of ecstasy.  He leans over, putting his hands on the bed, and begins to
pump his hips, hard, driving into me over and over and over. I grab the
bedsheets with both hands, clenching them, my head whipping from side to
side, uttering totally incoherent moans, sighs, gasps, pleas, and
somewhere, a million miles away, I hear his voice telling me how beautiful
I am, how good I'm making him feel, how much he loves me. . .Then, he
changes the angle of his thrust, so his beautiful manhood is rubbing right
on my jewel, and he pumps harder, faster, and I can't hold back any more,
I'm exploding again, and it's barely faded when another climax screams
through me, and I can hear him yelling and I open my eyes to see his face
contorted in ecstasy as he reaches his peak, and it's the most beautiful
thing I ever saw in my life.
	We lie side by side, clinging to each other, our racing heartbeats and
heavy breathing slowly returning to normal. . .
	Then, I lean over and kiss him, and get up from the bed. My dress forms
around me again.
	"Bring me the crystal, my love," I say, "and we will be together like this all the time."
	"Wait!" he says. He jumps up, and his own costume starts to re-form around
him. "You must tell me! Who are you? Where do you come from? Why do you
need the crystal?"
	"I must go," I say, and begin to run off into the mist. . .
	This is where I wake up. This is where I always woke up.
	When I had those dreams before, waking up would mean I'd sit up for the
rest of the night, confused, wondering why I was having these dreams, where
they came from.
	But not now. I know the whole solution to the beautiful mystery. And I
have a feeling that when I was having that dream, he was having it as well.
. .
	I think, as if he could hear me, "Goodnight, my darling. Sweet dreams. I
love you."
	And then, suddenly, the words form in my head, as if he had sent them by
telepathy - or perhaps he did? - "Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you too."

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This series is based on Usagi/Mamoru doujinshi stories.
There will be a fourth installment in the near future (and thanks tons to
Sun Princess for helping me find the doujinshi I used for that story!)
Unfortunately, romantic Usagi/Mamoru doujinshi seem to be rarer than hens'
teeth. If you know of any that are posted on any free Web sites, or are
readily available through vendors' sites like AnimeNation, please e-mail me
and let me know. Thanks!

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. And an extra-special thanks to Sexxylyon, whose compliments
meant more to me than she can ever know.

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