IF A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORDS #8
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman, based on stories in Moon Fight #5 and
Sailor X #1

by Sailor Mac
	The knock comes at my door around noon on Sunday. I've just gotten out of
the shower. I throw on a pair of jeans and a tank top, and open the door to
see. . .nothing.
	"DARIEN! Down here!"
	Ah, there's my little Meatball Head. "Hi, honey!" she says cheerfully.
"Wanna go to the mall with me for a couple of hours?"
	The mall. Sigh. . .mental image of myself weighed under with tons of
packages while she and the other girls run from store to store, buying item
after item and giving it to me to carry. . .
	Ah, the things we do for love.
	"Um, sure, Meatball Head. . .why don't you come in and sit for a few
moments, though, I've got some things to clean up. . ."
	She walks in and plunks herself onto the couch. . .and then, I catch sight
of the expression on her face. That cheerfulness was a coverup. Something's
wrong.
	"Serena? Is something bothering you?"
	"Um, not really. . ." She's looking toward the window, her chin leaning on
her hand, a melancholy look in her eyes. Then, suddenly, she leaps up and
says, "Hey, Darien. . .why don't *I* do the cleaning for you?" She rushes
for the kitchen, grabbing a feather duster and going to work furiously on
the furniture.
	Now this *really* isn't like her. "Um, Serena. . .what are you doing?"
	She flashes me a big, forced smile. "I'm practicing being your wife."
	"Now, why would you want to do that?"
	Uh-oh. That was the wrong thing to say. Open mouth, insert foot, Tux Boy.
She's staring at me with a look of fury on her face. Slowly, she puts down
the feather duster. "I. . .I just thought that. . ." And then she turns
from me and buries her face in her hands. I can tell she's starting to cry.
	"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. . ." I walk over to the chair she's plopped herself
into. Seeing her like this tears my heart out, especially when I've caused
the pain. . .
	Gently, I put my hands on her head and tip it backwards so I can lightly
kiss her forehead. "I didn't mean it like that, Serena," I whisper against
her hair. "I very, very much want you to be my wife someday. . ."
	"It's not that, Darien. It's. . .my mother. . ."
	"Did you have a fight with her, sweetheart?"
	"No, not quite like that. . .just something she said to me."
	I ease myself away from her head and sit next to her. With a big sigh, she
says, "This morning, my mother asked me to wash the breakfast dishes. .
.and when I was done, she looked at them and said, 'Serena, these have
pieces of food all over them! You have *no* domestic skills whatsoever! At
this rate, you'll *never* make a good wife!'" She sighs again. "And that's
when I started crying. . ."
	"Oh, Serena. . .she didn't really mean that. Your mother was probably
upset over something. . .I'm sure she wouldn't have said that if she knew
it was going to hurt you."
	She gets up and starts to pace the room. "I'm not sure what it is I want
to do with the rest of my life yet. . .except for one thing. Ever since I
met you, I've wanted to be your wife. And sometimes I wonder. . .if I can
do it. . ." She bursts into tears again.
	"Serena, Serena. . ." I go over to her, pulling her into my arms. She
buries her face in my chest. "My dearest, don't you realize I'd love you if
you had the domestic skills of Akane Tendo? It's *you* that I want, not
some perfect little cooking and cleaning machine. You are wonderful just as
you are. . .you're just as wonderful as you were a thousand years ago, when
I first met you and fell in love with you." I pull her closer. "It doesn't
matter what your mother or anyone else says about you. What matters is that
*I* think you're perfect for me."
	"Darien.  . ."
	"And you *don't* have a total lack of domestic skills! Your cooking is
wonderful. You've come such a long way since you've been working on it with
Lita.  . ."
	She raises her head and laughs. "I couldn't boil water back then without
burning it!"
	"Um, well. . ."
	"It's okay, Darien." She kisses me. "I know I was a lousy cook." With a
big smile, she adds, "You don't learn much about cooking when you spent
your past life as a princess."
	"And you're every inch a princess. Regal and beautiful." I bring my lips
to hers, and we kiss sweetly. Oh, the sweet taste of those lips. . .more
delicious than chocolate. (Yes, for me, that's *really* saying a lot!)
	When we part, she says, "I wish I could remember more."
	"More of what, my love?"
	"Of the Silver Millennium. Of when we were the Moon Princess and the Earth
Prince. . ."
	"I see bits and pieces of our past, from time to time. . .but Serena, do
we really need to remember our past? What really matters is our present. .
.and our future, together. . ."
	"Darien. . ." And then her lips are on mine, and time stands still. I run
my hands up and down on her back, my hands brushing against that silken
hair that so drives me mad with its beauty, its texture, its scent. . .I
press my body against hers, damn these layers of clothing, I want to feel
our skin rubbing together, I want to feel us melting into one. . .
	My mouth continues to caress hers, my tongue darting in and out of her
lips. . .oh, yes, more of your sweetness, my love, more, more, more. . .I
feel her little hand moving down the front of my body until it finds its
goal. I gasp loudly as I feel her caressing my manhood through my pants.
	"Hmm," I say. "I have a feeling that we're not going to the mall this
afternoon. . ."
	"My prince. . .you are absolutely right."
	She grabs my hand and pulls me toward the bedroom, like a child dragging
her playmate toward the swings. I laugh and let myself be dragged.
	Once we get there, we tumble onto the bed, rolling over and over as we
kiss, her tongue coming out to gently tease mine. I reach for the buttons
of her shirt, and I nearly tear them off in my haste to get them undone.
The shirt lands on the floor, followed by my shirt, her pants, her bra, my
pants. . .We yank each other's underwear off with such eagerness it's a
wonder the fabric isn't in shreds. We both get up on our knees and start
kissing passionately, as if to drink in each other's very essence, our lips
and tongues tangling, seeking, finding. I feel her breasts rubbing against
me, the nipples already hardening into little pebbles, and I feel like my
whole body's on fire.
	Then, she takes her lips from mine and starts kissing her way down my
chest. I let out a long, low moan, knowing what's coming next. . .
	She takes it in both hands, running her fingers slowly up and down it, and
then I feel her lips laying feathery kisses on the very tip. . .
	"I love you, Darien," she whispers just before taking it in. I can only
moan and cry out her name as I feel her sweet, hot mouth surround me,
sucking just, oh, just hard enough to drive me half out of my mind. . .Her
head moves up and down, up and down, and then she takes it out entirely and
runs her tongue around and around it, before putting it back in again. .
.My mind is completely blocked out with pleasure, with white heat. "Aaahh,
you minx," I manage to groan from somewhere within my delirium.
	I can't let her take me all the way like this. I want to share the
pleasure. . .
	Gently, I push up on her head. She eases away from me, slowly, reluctantly.
	Then, she reaches into the nighttable to get a condom. I grab her from
behind in a "gotcha!" move and pull her back against me. She squeals and
giggles. . .then is silent as she leans her head back on my shoulder so we
can kiss. As my tongue probes the beautiful mouth that just pleasured me,
my hands come up to her breasts and squeeze. . .oh, Gods, they feel so
good, so firm, her skin so silky, her nipples so very, very lusciously
hard. . .I brush my fingers against those swollen buds, and I hear her moan
deep in her throat in response. I gently squeeze them, caress them, rub my
thumbs over them again and again. . .She takes her lips from mine and
gasps, moaning "Darien. . .Darien. . .oh, please, more, that feels so good.
. ."
	I let one hand slide down the front of her body, and my fingers slide into
her womanhood. Oh, how deliciously wet it is, how soft and hot! "OHH!" she
cries as I slide in and out of her, while my other hand continues to
pleasure her nipples. . .I go in deeper and deeper, thinking I can never,
never get enough of her, and then she says, "Darien. . .can you touch my
G-spot?"
	"Hmm. . .I could try to find it with my fingers. . .but wouldn't you
rather go with the sure thing?" I gently ease her into a position where
she's on her hands and knees and fumble around for the rubber she got out
of the drawer. Once I have it on, I position myself so I'm right at her
entrance, my hands reaching under her body to find her breasts again. . .
	"Now, love," I say, "just tell me when I hit it." I slide in, slowly, and
she lets out a long "Aaaahhhh. . ." Oh, what a heavenly sensation, feeling
her wet velvet sheath take me in and grip me. . .And then her sound changes
to "AAHH!" and I know I've hit it. I start thrusting, short, sharp thrusts
to stimulate her in that special, sweet spot. . .
	"OOOOH!" she cries. "Oh, that is SO good, oh darling, keep going, keep
going. . .ohhhh, yesss. . .ohhh. . ." I close my eyes and feel my own heart
thundering, hot tingles of sensation zapping through my whole body. . .yes,
Serena, moan like that, just like that, I want to make you feel so good,
baby. . .
	Then, a loud shriek bursts from her, and her whole body shakes with her
climax. I feel the gush of fluid as she ejaculates. . .I pull her onto my
lap, not breaking the connection, and we're in the woman-on-top-facing-away
"reverse cowgirl" position. I kiss her cheeks, her neck. . .she's panting,
flushed, dazed. . .oh, Serena, you look so beautiful like that, in the
aftermath of passion. . .
	"I love you so much," she whispers.
	"I love you too, baby. . ."
	I feel her start to pump her hips. She wants to bring me to climax, too.
All right, you little minx. . .but I'll make sure I take you with me. I
bring my hands up to her nipples again, rubbing my index fingers over them,
and she purrs. "Does that feel good, darling?" I whisper.
	"Ohh. . .ohh, yes. . .mmmm. . ."
	And then I slide one hand downward again, and seek out her hidden jewel .
. .When I find it, she lets out a cry, and I feel her thrusting pick up the
pace. . .
	Then, abruptly, she stops.
	"Serena? Is something wrong?"
	"No. . .not really *wrong*. . .but. . ."
	I feel her slide off me. She gets up on her knees and gracefully turns
around so that she's straddling me, then I feel her velvet sheath enfold me
again. She sighs contentedly and wraps her arms around me, her head on my
shoulder. . .
	"I like it this way better," she says. "I want to see your beautiful face."
	My heart swells with love for her. I hug her tightly, and feel her hug me
back. And our bodies are still for a moment, just savoring the connection,
the feeling of being one body, one heart, one soul. . .
	Then, I say, "I want to try something a little different, love. Lay back.
. . ."
	She leans backwards so she is almost lying on the bed, her arms holding
her up. I start to move my hips again, and she does the same, quickly
picking up speed. . .
	I reach down toward her womanhood, and my thumb finds her jewel again.
Gently, I start to caress it. . .
	"I'm going to make you come again, honey," I whisper. "It's going to be
so, so good. . ."
	"Ohhh. . .Darien. . .ohhh, baby, ohh. . .yes. . .like that, like that,
like. . .AAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Her whole body jerks, and she flings her head
back, golden hair flying everywhere like ribbons of silken sunshine, and
her womanhood is tugging at me and I don't know how much longer I can hold
on. . .
	She comes back up to me, throwing her arms around my neck, crushing her
mouth against mine. I can feel her heart thudding, hear her ragged
breathing. . .
	Then, she ends the kiss, and I run my tongue up and down her neck,
savoring her sweet, sweet taste. . . She whispers, "Okay, Muffin, the next
one is yours. How do you want to come?"
	"Deep inside you, my sweet. Deep, deep inside. . ."
	She lays back down, and I take her legs and put them on my shoulders. And
I thrust as far into her as I can possibly go. . .ohh, that's it, honey,
that's it, pull me in, swallow me whole, make me a part of you forever. .
.oh, Gods, I never feel so complete as when I'm one with her.
	I change our position, so her legs are pushed up and out and I'm kneeling
between them, and I start driving as hard and fast as I can. Ohh, it's so
good, every bit of me is being consumed with liquid fire and I love it, and
I can hear you going "oh, oh, oh, oh," Serena, and I know you're feeling it
too. . .
	"This is it, baby," I say. "This is it. . .we're going to make it
together. . ."
	"Ohh, Darien. . .ohh. . ."
	Then, I feel her body writhe again, and her sheath tug at me, and she's
clutching the sheets and screaming "AAAAHHHHH!!!!" and I feel the explosion
within me, and soon everything is wiped out in a tide of searing joy. . .
	We flop to the bed exhausted, clinging to each other, softly kissing each
other all over our faces. . .it's really an effort for me to pull away long
enough to throw out the rubber.
	"My darling," she whispers. "I love you."
	"I love you too. . ." I stroke her hair. "I can't *wait* until we're
married, Serena."
	"I can't wait, either."
	She snuggles with her head on my chest, and we drift off to sleep.
	My Serena. . .your domestic skills don't matter to me. I'd want you as my
wife even if you broke everything you touched. Because you're *you*. . .the
minx whose body calls to my body, the princess whose soul calls to my soul,
the pretty soldier whose mind calls to my mind, the young woman whose heart
calls to my heart.
	And that's all that matters.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: As with all my other entries in the "If a Picture Paints a
Thousand Words" series, this is based on doujinshi. But unlike the previous
installments, which were based on a single doujin story, this combines two:
one from the all-story-no-sex "Moon Fight," and one from the
all-sex-no-story "Sailor X." I recommend both to anyone into doujinshi: the
"Moon Fight" series has some very funny visuals and great art, and the
Moon/Tux scene in the first "Sailor X" is one of the sexiest and most
well-drawn I've come across (romantics be warned, though. . ."Sailor X"
does contain quite a bit of rough stuff).

Thanks, as always, to the Lemon Tree gang, to Artemis and Luna, and to all
who've taken time to tell me how much they've enjoyed my stories.

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