IF A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORDS 5
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman, Based (Rather Loosely) On a Story In
Moonlight Lady

by Sailor Mac	
	"Guess what we did this past weekend?"
	You can hear Leanne halfway across the schoolyard. Molly and I look up
from our lunches to where she's sitting under a tree, surrounded by her
buddies.
	"Here we go again," I say. "Another long list of all the wild things she
and that boyfriend of hers did. . ."
	"Do you think she really does all those things?" Molly says.
	"Who knows?" I reply. "But whether or not she does. . .I don't want to
hear about it?"
	But we can't help hearing about it. Leanne's voice is as loud and brassy
as a trombone. "We watched a hentai video together!" she bellows.
	"Ooh, wow!" one of her friends says. "What happened in it?"
	"Okay. First of all, there was this girl in her bedroom alone, and she was
thinking about her boyfriend, and she was playing with herself. . ."
	I hope Molly doesn't notice me blushing. That makes me think of when I had
first met Tuxedo Mask, before I knew that he and Darien were one and the
same. I used to think about him all the time, and sometimes, I would. . .
	"Ooh, boy!" one of Leanne's friends is saying. "Then, what happened?"
	"Her boyfriend came in unexpectedly. . .they hadn't really slept together
at that point. . .and he saw what she was doing to herself. So he decided
to give her for real what she'd been fantasizing about. He took off his
clothes and then he turned her around and pushed her so her top half was on
the bed and her butt was sticking up in the air, and then he got behind her
and stuck his dick in her. . ."
	What would Darien have done, I thought, if he had come across me doing
that back then? Would he have taken me on the spot? Or would he have
thought I was hentai and not wanted anything to do with me?
	"And then, after that, the next scene was two girls together. . ."
	"I've heard enough," Molly says, getting up and throwing away her bags and
wrappers. I do the same. "Come on, let's go inside."
	But as we go back to school, the question continues to burn in my head. .
.was what I did to myself hentai? And what would Darien think about it if
he knew?
* * *
	He and I meet up after school, and we go to Crown Cafe. He gets a big
platter of French fries, which we split. I'm still thinking about the
hentai video which Leanne watched. I slowly drag a French fry into a puddle
of ketchup, swirling it around and around.
	"Meatball Head," he says, "you've got something on your mind."
	"Who, me? No, nothing. Everything's fine."
	"Then why are you playing with those French fries instead of plowing
through them?"
	I let out a big sigh. "I. . .I can't talk about it."
	"Why? You know you can tell me anything."
	"Anything. . .you mean, *anything*?"
	"Cross my heart."
	"I still can't talk about it here. Maybe later."
	When we're done eating, we go for a walk in the park. I don't really want
to tell him here, either. . .I'd rather wait until we're in his apartment.
But he's saying, "Serena, why don't we go sit on the banks of the rowing
pond over there. There's nobody around. And we can talk."
	"Um, okay, but. . .I don't know if I can talk about this in a public place."
	"Serena. . .what *is* it that's bothering you? Is it something to do with
our sex life?"
	We reach the banks, and I sit down. He sits across from me.
	"No. . .well, sort of. . ."
	"Do you. . .think you're pregnant?"
	"Gods, no! It's, well. . ." I take a deep breath. "Before I knew you were
the same person as Tuxedo Mask, I used to think about you a lot. . .as
Tuxedo Mask, I mean. And I used to imagine that you and I were, you know. .
.and when I did, I'd. . ." I can't even get the words out.
	He takes my hands in his. "I understand, sweetheart."
	"And today, that bigmouth Leanne was talking about a hentai video she was
watching where a girl was doing that to herself, and it made me feel, well.
. .dirty."
	"Oh, Serena." He reaches over and hugs me. "It is most definitely *not*
dirty. It's a very normal, natural, human thing. Everyone's done it.
Including me."
	"You did?"
	"When you were nothing but a vision that haunted my dreams, I would think
of you, and imagine you with me. And then, because you *weren't* with me,
I'd handle the situation as best I could." He smiles.
	"Darien. . .if you had come into my bedroom and found me doing that, what
would you have done?"
	"Well, I would have been surprised at first, I'm sure. But then I'd sit on
the bed and ease your fingers away and put my own there, and I'd make you
come. Then, afterwards, we'd sit together and have a talk about our
relationship, about whether you truly felt ready to go all the way or if
you wanted to take it slower."
	I sigh and lean over so my head is resting on his chest. "Sometimes I wish
that it *had* happened that way. . .me losing my virginity, I mean."
	"But the way it happened was beautiful. You healed me. I can't even
remember what it was that caused my pain, so that means my healing was
complete."
	I bring my lips to his, and we kiss sweetly.When we break apart, I
whisper, "Darien, sometimes. . .I still do that when we're not together. I
miss you so much. . ."
	"Me too, Meatball Head. Me too."
	We stand up, and he says, "Come on, honey, I've got to get you home."
	When we get to my house, there's nobody there. There's a note from my
mother on the refrigerator: "Serena: Your father's working a bit late
tonight. I've gone to Aunt Marie's and I'm picking up takeout on the way
home. I'll be home around 7. Your brother said he'd be at the arcade. Mom."
	I look at the clock. It's 4:30. We have more than two hours.
	When I turn and look at him, he's got a big smile on his face. We're both
thinking the same thing. He takes me in his arms and kisses me.
	"Well, love," he says, "your place or mine?"
	"We might as well stay right here." I kiss him again, letting my tongue
caress his, then suddenly break away and head for the stairs. "Race ya!"
	"I bet I'll get there first, you little minx!"
	I run up the stairs as fast as I can, dash into my bedroom and lock the
door. I yank off my clothes and drape them over a chair as I hear him
knocking. "Sereeeena," he calls with a teasing note in his voice. "Come
out, come out wherever you are."
	"Hmm, maybe I don't want to come out. Maybe you should come in?" I unlock
the door and jump onto the bed, scrambling under the covers so only my
"meatballs" are sticking out.
	I hear him come in, and then he says, "What a pity. . .I don't see anyone
here. Just a couple of fuzzballs somebody left on the bed. And just when I
was in the mood to hold a beautiful, naked minx in my arms and kiss every
inch of her."
	Ooh, *that* sent a shudder through me! I wriggle a little bit, but stay
under the covers.
	"Yep, I wanted to run my fingers over her sweet little breasts over and
over, and then suck them. . ." I can hear the sound of his clothes being
dropped to the floor, piece by piece. . . "and then move down lower, and
put my mouth on her. . ."
	Now my heart is throbbing. I wriggle a little more, and feel my hardened,
sensitive nipples brushing the top sheet, which only makes the heat that's
consuming me increase.
	"But, I guess I can't do that. There's no person here, just a couple of
fuzzballs. So I think I'll be going."
	I slide myself up so my eyes are peeking out from under the covers. Hmm,
he *is* naked, and beautifully so. He notices me. "Ah, what's this? It
seems there *is* somebody in there, after all."
	"Wanna join me?" I say.
	"Don't mind if I do." He takes the sheet, flings it back, and brings his
mouth down on mine. As we kiss, his tongue moving in and out of my mouth, I
let my hand slide down his body and grasp his manhood.
	"Mmm," he says between kisses, "*somebody's* an eager little minx."
	"I wonder who it could be?" I caress and stroke it, and he leans back his
head and moans as I kiss his neck.
	"Aahh, baby," he whispers, then pushes me so I'm flat on my back. I let go
of him, and he brings his mouth straight to my breast, starting to suck
hungrily. I groan, opening my legs wide for his probing fingers as he
switches his mouth from one breast to the other and back again.
	Ohh, that feels sooo good, Darien, I think as he slips them inside me. No
matter how good it felt when I'd do that to myself, it feels fifty times
better when you do it.
	He takes his mouth and hand away, only to kiss his way down my stomach.
When he gets between my legs, instead of starting to lick where I want him
to, he shifts his mouth so he's kissing up and down my thigh. I let out a
loud moan. "Please. . .oh, please, darling. . ."
	"Please what, Serena?"
	"Do it. . .oh, Gods, Darien, put your mouth there. . ."
	He opens my legs wider and puts his face between them, and I feel his
tongue slide inside me. "AAAHHH!!" I cry, arching my hips upward. He begins
to thrust it in and out, and I clutch at the sheet, moaning, my head
rolling from side to side. When he moves up and starts to lick at my "sweet
spot," the pleasure intensifies. I feel a fire growing down below, moving
up through my belly, ready to explode all over my body and engulf me. He
begins to suck it, and the explosion comes. I let out a shriek, my hips
rising off the bed as I shudder again and again.
	He doesn't let up. He kisses his way back up again, and I feel him at my
breast, his tongue flicking over and over on a nipple, then encircling it,
then flicking over it again. The heat is building up in me all over again.
He licks and sucks the other nipple, until I'm moaning his name.
	He pulls away from me just long enough to get out a condom and put it on,
then sits back against the headboard, his arms open to me. I straddle him
and push down on his manhood, feeling it enter me. I start to pump, getting
faster and faster, and I open my eyes and look at his face. His eyes are
closed, his lips parted and puckered slightly in an expression of bliss.
Gods, he's so beautiful like that. . . I lean forward a bit and thrust
faster and harder, and suddenly the tsunami is breaking over me again, and
I'm crying out his name as hot ecstasy screams through my veins.
	I sag against him. He kisses me tenderly. He still needs release. . .
	"Darien," I say, "I want to try something."
	"What, love?"
	"In the hentai video Leanne was talking about, she said the girl leaned
over with her butt in the air and the guy got behind her and went inside
her from behind. . ."
	"I don't know, sweetheart. . .that position's usually a lot more
pleasurable for the guy than the girl. It doesn't stimulate her much where
she needs to be stimulated. But if you want to try it, there's something I
can do. . ."
	He guides me into a position where I'm on my knees, then leans me over so
my head and forearms are resting comfortably on the pillows. He kneels
behind me and grasps my buttocks, and I feel him thrust deeply into my
womanhood - *very* deeply. He kisses my shoulders, my neck, then begins a
steady thrusting, while he reaches down and around so his fingers are
caressing my jewel. I find myself moaning again, my hips moving in time to
his thrusting and caressing. "Da. . .Da. . .DARIEN!!!" I cry as I feel the
pleasure bursting through me again, and then I hear him cry out behind me,
and feel him thrusting hard as he climaxes.
	I fall forward, flat on my stomach. I hear a rustle as he wraps the used
condom in several tissues to be dealt with later - Gods forbid my parents
find that - and then he gently turns me over so we're facing each other,
and he kisses my lips softly.
	"I love you, Darien," I say.
	"I love you too," he replies. He reaches behind me, grabs my alarm clock,
and sets it so we can get a short nap before my mother comes home. He puts
his arms around me, and I eagerly snuggle into his embrace.
	I feel a lot better now. What I did with myself, and what he did with
himself, was not dirty or hentai. . .just an expression of our longing for
each other when we're apart.
	But it *is* just a pale shadow of the magic that happens when we're together.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Finally, I was able to do another "If a Picture Paints a
Thousand Words"! (Special thanks to eBay, whom without this story wouldn't
have been possible!) Watch for another edition in the series coming up in
the near future, an edition with a twist. . .the lovers in it are *not*
Serena and Darien. (And not Haruka and Michuru, either.)

Thanks to Mark, Sonya, Yohann, Galos, Kenton and Jeffrey. . .the IM RP
gang! Also thanks to Artemis and Luna, Sailor November, and everyone
everywhere who keeps believing in the Miracle Romance.

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