RAINY SUNDAY
A Sailor Moon Lemon

by Sailor Mac
	Maybe I wouldn't mind doing homework if I could do it like this all the
time. . .
	Serena had her schoolbook propped up on the arm of the chair. She was
looking at it from where she was nestled against Darien's shoulder. He was
holding onto a textbook of his own.
	Outside, the rain beat a steady tattoo against his window. They were
supposed to go to the beach today, but Mother Nature had other plans. So,
here they were in his apartment, studying together. . .
	He looks so damn cute in those glasses, she thought. On impulse, she
leaned over and kissed him.
	"What did I do to earn that?" he said.
	"Look gorgeous."
	"You're pretty gorgeous yourself." He wrapped an arm around her. "I missed
you Friday night."
	"I missed you, too. I wish you could have come with us, but Mom only had
two tickets. And since Dad didn't want to go, she dragged me."
	"And I'll bet you put up a fight, too."
	"Oh, you bet! I said, 'Who wants to go see those fossils?' But she said to
me, 'Now, Serena, don't you want to be able to tell your grandchildren that
you saw the Rolling Stones perform live?' And I said, 'As if!' Then she got
all pouty and whiny, and I finally agreed to go."
	Serena then thought back to the conversation that had transpired between
her and her mother at the concert. It had been a most interesting one. . .
* *  *
	It was during the intermission between the opening act and the main
attraction. Serena had just settled back into her seat, carrying enough
junk food to last her through the show (i.e., enough to feed several
armies). Her mother didn't notice, though. She seemed deep in thought.
	"I don't know why your father didn't want to come tonight," Mrs. Tsukino
sighed. "He proposed to me after a Stones concert. Sometimes I wonder if
all the romance has gone out of that man. . ."
	Serena suddenly felt troubled. "Is it always that way when you're married?"
	Her mother saw the expression on her face. "Oh, honey. . .not always. I'm
sure that for you it will be beautiful. "
	Serena looked down into her popcorn. Could such a thing really happen
between her and Darien? Could they really get to a point where they took
each other for granted?
	"Serena. . ." her mother said. "Are you thinking of anyone specific right now?"
	"No," she lied.
	"Is it Darien?"
	"We're just friends," she said much too quickly.
	Her mother smiled and patted her hand. "Honey. . .I've seen the way you
look at that young man. Like he was earth and heaven to you."
	"Daddy doesn't like him. He doesn't want us to be together."
	"Your father's a bit stodgy and set in his ways. He doesn't like the idea
of his daughter being with someone older. But I have no problems with your
Darien. I think he's a real prince. . .and I'm delighted that you've found
happiness."
	"Really?"
	"Really. Did he give you-" she tapped Serena's moon locket-"this?"
	"Yes." Well, it wasn't a lie-her mother didn't have to know *when* he gave
it to her. . .
	"I knew there was a reason why you never took that thing off." Just then,
the lights in the arena went out, and a roar rose up from the crowd. The
concert was starting. For once, Serena was sorry that a conversation with
her mother had been cut short. . .
* * *
	"So how was the concert, anyway?" Darien asked.
	"Really, really good, believe it or not. I said to my mother afterwards,
'Hey, Mom, they were great! Can we go see them again before they die?'"
	Darien laughed. "Honestly, Serena, some of the things you come out with. . ."
	"And she told me that I could spend all day with you Sunday, and she'd
cover for me with my dad. So. . .here I am."
	"And a beautiful sight you are. It's just too bad we didn't get our beach day."
	"Don't you think the rain is romantic?"
	"Of course I do. I was just looking forward to seeing you in a skimpy bikini."
	She leaned over and put her arms around his neck. "Darien. . .you and I
both know that you've seen me in *far* less than that."
	"But the bikini adds just enough mystery to make you super sexy."
	"So I'm sexier dressed than undressed?"
	"Baby, you'd be sexy if you were wearing a brown paper bag."
	She giggled. "You always know the right thing to say."
	He got up, stretched and yawned. "I'm getting hungry. How about ordering
some takeout?"
	"Oooh, I like that idea! I'll have pizza and buffalo wings and Crazy Bread
and ice cream!"
	He kissed her, and went off to find the phone directory. Meanwhile, a plan
was forming in her mind.
	I'll show him sexy, she thought. When he gets off the phone, he'll find me
on his bed, wearing nothing but pillows put in just the right places. . .
	She snuck into the bedroom, and began to unbutton her blouse. I hope he
has condoms, she thought. Last week, he had stopped a seduction dead in its
tracks because he didn't have the proper protection on hand. "I only want
to protect you because I love you," he'd told his pouting, fuming
girlfriend.
	I'd better make sure, thought Serena as she opened the nighttable drawer
where she knew they were kept. They were there, all right. . .as was some
kind of catalog with a picture of a lingerie-clad woman on the cover. Hey,
she thought, maybe he's planning on buying me some of this stuff! After
all, he said I'm sexier wearing next-to-nothing. . .She began flipping the
pages, and gasped.
	There was lingerie in there, all right, but that was the least of it. The
company's main business was sexual aids and hardcore porn tapes. Raunchy
film stills and photos of bizarre objects assaulted her vision.
	Darien got off the phone and noticed that his girlfriend was gone. I'll
bet you anything that little minx is planning another of her famous
"surprises," he thought. Okay, I'll give her a few minutes, then I'll go in
the bedroom. . .
	But when he went in the room, what he saw was Serena sitting on the bed,
her blouse half unbuttoned, and a certain publication on her lap. He
watched her face go from beet red to purple to a whiter shade of pale.
	"Oh, honey. . ." he said, sitting next to her. Why the hell did she have
to find that thing. . .
	She met his eyes, trembling, and asked in a small voice, "Does it look
this ugly when you and I do it?"
	"Oh, Serena." He drew her against his chest, stroking her hair, trying to
smooth away the pain and confusion. "Nothing that happens between us is
ugly. We love each other. It's a natural, beautiful thing. . ."
	"What is that catalog? Why do they sell that stuff? It looks like the
stuff that Beryl had in her torture chamber, when she hurt you. . ."
	She is just too young, too innocent and too sweet to deal with the darker
shades of sexuality, he thought. But now, she has it staring her in the
face, and I have to handle the situation carefully. . .
	"Some people," he said, "have no love in their lives. So they substitute
cheap thrills, and the cheaper the better. Love is really scary to some
people. . .I was even scared when I first met you. I knew instantly that I
loved you so much that it shook me to the depths of my soul. But I was
afraid of it, so I backed off from you. That's why I seemed so hostile to
you back then. . .I was fighting my love with all my strength. But then I
gave in to it. . .and I'm so happy now, Serena. You and I know a joy that
the people who are addicted to cheap thrills will never know."
	She looked up at him again. "So why do you have the catalog?"
	"Back before I was going out with you, someone sent me this thing as a
goof. I just threw it in the drawer and forgot about it."
	He took it away from her, tossed it in the garbage, and kissed her, gently
and tenderly-just as the doorbell rang. "That's our food," he said.
	They ate sitting on the bedroom floor, feeding each other slices of pizza
and buffalo wings. She seemed more relaxed now. When he fed her one of the
wings, she licked the sauce from his fingers, and he made a low growling
noise in his throat.
	"Do you like when I do that?" she said.
	So much that I want to tip you back on the rug and lose myself in you
right now, he thought. But instead, he said, "How about if I show you how
it feels?" She brought a wing to his mouth, and after he ate it, he took
her little hand in his, sweeping his tongue up and down her long, tapering
fingers, putting two of them in his mouth and sucking. She gasped-what he
was doing to her was making her feel hot all over.
	"Oh, that feels terrific, Darien," she sighed.
	He kissed his way up her hand and arm, until his mouth was at her neck.
She let out a loud sigh as he left a trail of wet kisses up to her chin,
then his mouth claimed hers. She felt her arms come around him, holding him
closer as lips caressed lips, tongue stroked tongue.
	This has nothing to do with those dirty pictures, she thought. This feels
so clean and pure and good. . .because I love him so much.
	His lips left hers to nuzzle her ear, his hot breath scorching her. His
hands were coming up to the top of her head, gently undoing the "meatballs"
so that her tresses were free.
	All this beautiful spun gold, he thought, stroking it and burying his face
in it. Your hair is more sensual than velvet or satin, my darling. . .With
your hair bound up like that, you're a cute girl. With your hair loose and
free, you're a goddess.
	"I feel so warm. . ." she whispered.
	"Maybe you'd be cooler with less clothes."
	She unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and stripped off her skirt.
She turned her back to him so he could unlatch her bra. He struggled with
it at first. "Do you have the secret combination to unlock this thing?"
	"Like this, silly." She helped him get it undone. He slid his hands around
her body, cupping her naked breasts in his hands. His thumbs brushed back
and forth across the nipples as his lips caressed her neck. She leaned back
against him as he gently squeezed her hardened tips between his thumb and
forefinger.
	"You know what I like," she whispered.
	"I want to please you. I want to make you moan and sigh and scream." I
want to hear my downstairs neighbors complaining tomorrow. . .
	"Oh, Darien. . .let me undress you. I want to see you. . ."
	He let go of her. She stood up and rid herself of her bra and panties,
then knelt beside him, kissing his lips as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
She always felt like she was unwrapping the most wonderful present of all
as she unveiled him. Her tongue swept over the broad expanse of his chest,
wrapping her lips around a nipple and sucking hard. He let out a loud groan
and stretched his body like a cat as she unsnapped his pants and eased the
zipper down while continuing to suck.
	He stood up and helped her pull his pants and underwear down and off. She
looked at his erection. In that catalog, she'd seen other erect members,
some much bigger than his. But they were all ugly. His was beautiful,
because it was a part of him-and because it gave her so much pleasure.
	She took it in her mouth, feeling its silky hardness against her lips and
tongue as she began to move up and down. Boldly, she imitated something
she'd seen in one of the photos and cupped the sac beneath in her hand,
gently caressing. He nearly lost it then and there. "Serena! Oh, Gods!" he
cried. Don't stop, baby, please, please don't stop. . .He grabbed at her
golden flax, tangling his fingers in it as she ravished him. She felt how
excited he was, more than he'd ever been, and it filled her with an
incredible sense of power. She pressed on and on, experimenting with
differences in pressure, taking it out of her mouth and sliding her tongue
over the head, then putting it back in her lips as far as she could. . .
	He couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a loud, strangled cry as he
released himself into her mouth.
	She hadn't expected to take him all the way like this, and when it
happened, she was startled. He was just gushing and gushing fluid into her
mouth. . .She couldn't decide whether she liked the taste. Somehow, she
kept herself from choking, and when he was finally finished and fell back
trembling, she quickly, discreetly went to the bureau, got a tissue, and
spat it out.
	As he started to come back to his senses, he realized what he'd done. Poor
baby, he thought, first that business with the hentai catalog, now I've
forced her to swallow. . .
	She lay on the floor beside him and kissed his temple. "Was that good, Muffin?"
	"Oh, baby. . ." He hugged her to him. "I'm concerned about you."
	"Why? I'm fine. I liked it."
	He raised her chin with his fingers, and softly kissed her lips. "I love
you, you know that?"
	"Not as much as I love you."
	They kissed and kissed, as his hands roamed up and down her body. One hand
found its way down to the soft, damp blonde curls at her most secret
juncture. A finger slipped into her folds, gently tracing their shape
before he located the swollen nub that most craved his touch.
	Her sweet little rosebud. . .
	As he began to caress it, she stirred and let out a deep groan. She lifted
the upper half of her body, allowing his mouth access to her nipples. He
lowered his head to one, sucking firmly as his finger continued to caress
her most sensitive spot. She was overwhelmed with pleasure. I need a break
from it, please, just for a second. . .She tried to get away, but his
finger relentlessly followed her. She whimpered, her breath coming in loud
pants and gasps, her heart a roar of thunder in her ears. . .
	He pulled away from her, and she groaned-why was he leaving her trembling
on the brink like this? But it was only long enough to go to the nightstand
and find the necessary protection, which he applied as quickly as possible.
He sat on the edge of the bed, holding his arms open to her, and she went
to him on shaky legs. Kneeling with a leg on either side of him, bit by bit
she impaled herself on his member. She let out a loud cry. . .
	His arms held her, and he kissed her cheek. "Easy, baby. Relax. Take it
nice and slow. . ."
	She began to move up and down on him, slowly at first, like he'd said. But
her need was too great. Throwing her arms around his neck, sinking her
teeth into his shoulder, she thrusted and pumped, bearing down as hard and
as far as she could. . .he was murmuring something to her, but she was too
far gone to make out the words, all she could think of was one thing,
getting there, getting there. . .Then, the release came, shooting through
her like a lighting bolt, and she jerked and screamed his name, throwing
her head back, her body arching up toward the moon. . .She'd barely stopped
shuddering when a second climax broke over her, dragging him over the edge
with her.
	They tumbled back onto the pillows, a tangle of heated flesh. For a long,
long moment there was no sound but their ragged breathing.
	Then, she kissed his cheek and whispered, "You make me feel so good."
	"You do the same thing to me. I love you so much. . ."
	She snuggled onto his chest. "We never had our dessert."
	"I thought that *was* dessert."
	"That was the main course. Don't we have ice cream in the freezer?"
	"We can eat that later, while we're watching 'The Simpsons' and 'The X-Files'."
	Oh, no you don't, she thought. If I have anything to do with it, you're
not going to see a single frame of television tonight. . .
* * *
	They didn't watch "The Simpsons" or "The X-Files" that night.
	They didn't eat the ice cream, either.
	And the next day, Darien got a *lot* of complaints from his downstairs
neighbors about all the noise the day before. . .