WONDERFUL TONIGHT
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman

by Sailor Mac

"It's late in the evening
She's wonderin' what clothes to wear
She puts on her makeup
And brushes her long, blonde hair
And then she asks me, 'Do I look all right?'
And I say 'Yes, you look wonderful tonight'. . . ."


	I ring her doorbell at 7:30. She opens the door a crack and peeks out.
When she sees that it's me, she flings herself at me like a linebacker,
like she usually does. Do you ever see me complaining?
	"Hello, my sweet Muffin," she says, burying her face in the front of my
tuxedo. No, I'm not transformed. I'm escorting her to her school's formal
dance.
	"Hello, Meatball Head. Now, how can I see your dress when you're pressed
up against me like that?"
	She takes a step back and twirls around. Breathtaking. Her pink gown is
just the perfect color for her. The strapless bodice is snug, showing off
her lovely curves, and then it ends in a long, flowing, very feminine
skirt.
	"Gorgeous. You're going to outshine every other girl in the room." I open
my arms. "Okay. . .*now* let's have that hug."
	She snuggles into my arms, and we share a long, lingering kiss. Ahh, her
lips are so, so sweet. .  .
	Then, a voice behind us says, "ExCUSE me. Can you two stop smooching long
enough for us to get a picture?"
	"Butt out, Sammy!" she says.
	"Sammy! Now, stop being rude to your sister. . .Oh, Serena, you look so
beautiful! Hi, Darien, you're not looking so bad yourself!"
	"Hello, Mrs. Tsukino."
	Serena's mom is holding up a camera. "Now, you two come outside. . .I want
to get a couple of good snapshots. . .
	As the camera clicks, I can hear Serena's father puttering in the garage.
He deliberately made himself busy. He doesn't want to come out and face me,
because he still doesn't like the idea of me dating his daughter. I wish
he'd let me sit down and talk to him sometime, man-to-man, so I could
convince him that I truly do love Serena, that I'd never, ever do anything
to hurt her. Why do fathers always tend to think the worst about their
daughters' boyfriends?
	Then, Serena's tugging at my sleeve. "Come on, Muffin. . .we're going to
be late!"
	I wave my goodbyes to her family as we tumble into the car. "Guess what?"
she carols. "Molly's on the dance committee, and she said she was going to
slip Raye and Chad into the dance even though she doesn't go to my school!
Isn't that wicked cool? If the teachers make a fuss, they're going to say
that Chad is Molly's date, and Raye is Melvin's. . ."
	"Raye and Melvin?" I have to laugh at the mental picture. Melvin wouldn't
last five minutes with Raye. She'd be chasing him around the room swatting
him with a broom, or pelting him with shoes. . .
	As I drive, she keeps chattering away about what everyone plans to wear,
what we're going to be having for dinner, what everyone's going to be doing
for the rest of the weekend. . .Her constant enthusiasm for life is what
keeps me up and motivated.  Whenever I feel myself sliding back into one of
my old black slumps, all I have to do is listen to her cheerful chatter for
a few minutes and I instantly feel better.
	Amy and Adam are waiting for us at the door. Amy looks adorable, she's
wearing a blue Empire gown that could have come out of one of those Jane
Austin movies she loves so much. She gives both of us a hug. "The others
are waiting inside for us. Wait until you see what they're wearing!"
	"Oooh, I can't wait to see Lita's dress. She said it was top-secret. . ."
	Adam shakes my hand. "How's it going, buddy? I see we both managed to get
out of that biochem exam alive. . ."
	"Barely," I reply. "With a professor that brutally boring, I don't see how
we managed to learn. . ."
	Suddely, I catch a glimpse of two people out of the corner of my eye.
They're going into the hotel's other banquet hall. A young blonde man in a
white tuxedo and a girl in a white ball gown, her shimmering aqua hair
tumbling over her bare shoulders. . .
	Why do I get a peculiar shiver when I see them, a feeling of deja vu?
	"Darien?" Adam is saying. "Hey, are you all right?"
	"I'm fine, just thought I saw someone I knew for a second. . .come on, let's catch up to the girls."
	At the table, I'm greeted with a lovely sight indeed. Lita's "top-secret"
gown turns out to be an almost Grecian-style dress in dusty rose. Mina is
wearing a high-necked sleevless pale violet gown, while Raye looks stunning
in a spaghetti-strap black number with a white wrap.
	"Took ya long enough, Tux Boy," she says.
	"Hello to you to, Raye. Where's Chad?"
	She wrinkles her nose. "The principal was in the vicinity, so he had to go
over to Molly," she says, nodding at the door where Molly is checking
invitations. "Fortunately, Melvin is over there with some of his
computer-club buddies."
	"Aw, c'mon, Raye! Don't you want to go on a dream date with Mr. Boy Genius?"
	"I'd rather drive hot spikes into my eyeballs."
	Dinner is soon served, and it's delicious. Serena looks so adorable trying
to be veddy veddy proper. . .she watches whatever Glen is doing, then
copies him exactly. I remember the night I tried to teach her proper
etiquette, while she kept teasing me. . .She aced her home ec "manners"
test the next day, but I was the one who had to pass a test. . .of
patience!
	Then, as we're starting on dessert, I hear Mina say to Serena, "Ooh, look
at that table in the back. . .isn't that Randy and Missy? I thought they
were history *months* ago!"
	Serena cranes her head to see. . .then freezes. Her eyes are locking on
something, and from her look, I know it's not Randy and Missy.
	I look in the same direction, and see a window that lets you see into the
next ballroom. There's that couple again. . .The same shiver of deja vu
passes through me, and I know Serena is feeling it too.
	Then, Lita's voice breaks the spell for both of us. "Serena. . .I can't
believe you're not eating this! You love marble cheesecake more than
anything!"
	"Except ice cream, popcorn, chocolate chip cookies, lemon merange pie. .
." Raye says.
	"Oh. . .of course I do! It's just. . .not as good as yours, Lita!" She
begins eating enthusiastically.
	I feel a strange compulsion growing inside of me, a compulsion to
investigate the couple in the other ballroom. . .
* * *
	A bit later, I have my chance. After the third dance, people start
changing partners, and Ken asks Serena to dance with him, while Lita dances
with Chad. I sneak out of the ballroom and into the hall.
	Would it be easier to conceal myself as Tuxedo Mask? I think. Then, I
decide that transforming isn't worth it. . .if I *am* spotted as Tuxedo
Mask, a public figure, the resulting fuss will be much bigger than if I
were spotted as plain old Darien Chiba.
	I see a small group of people returning to the ballroom, and I fall in
behind them. I walk in, unnoticed. . .
	I glance around the room, and see the couple still sitting at their table,
alone, watching the other couples dance. I slip behind a huge potted fern
directly behind them.
	I hear her give out a wistful sigh. "I don't know, Alex. . .I'm wondering
if we should have come here tonight."
	Alex. The man's name is Alex. . .
	"What do you mean? Michelle, this is your night! You're one of the guests
of honor!"
	"I. . .I just have this feeling. . .the ocean is disturbed tonight.
Something's going to happen. . ."
	What a peculiar thing to say! Could it be that she's some sort of psychic?
And if she is. . .why aren't Serena and Raye and I feeling any disturbance?
	"If we have to leave. . .then we'll leave. You know I'll never let
anything get in the way of. . .what's most important to us."
	He leans over, and seems to whisper in her ear. I strain to read his lips. . .
	And then, somebody knocks into me from the left. . .sending me tumbling
right into somebody on the right. I turn my head this way and that. . .
	"The hell?" I whisper. "Meatball Head. . .Raye!"
	"Get off me, you two," Raye whispers. "You weigh a ton!"
	Serena sits upright. . .and the plant moves. The couple gives a start and
looks in our direction, and I see a frown crease his face. I yank the two
girls back down, and we all sit perfectly still. . .
	The man looks our way again, sees nothing, shrugs. He holds his hand out to the woman and leads her onto the dance floor. . .
	Seeing our chance, the three of us scramble to our feet as quickly as
possible and head out into the hall.
	"What were you two doing there?" I say.
	"Me?" says Raye. "What were *you two* doing there?"
	"It's that couple," Serena says. "I just felt this need to check them out.
. .when I looked at them, I got this strange feeling. . .like I've seen
them somewhere before. But I haven't. . .at least, not in person."
	"You too?" says Raye.
	"Then I guess we *all* think we've seen them. But the strange thing is. .
.I haven't even seen them in visions."
	"Unless. . ." says Serena. "Darien, do you think thay the girl may be. .
.one of the new Sailor Scouts I saw? Or that they're two of the boys who
change to girls and back again?"
	"You've seen all those too?" Raye says.
	"Or maybe. . ." I say, "they may be two of the new enemies."
	All three of us shiver at that one.
	"But I didn't get any specific impressions of good or evil from them,"
says Raye. "The only impression I got was that they're. . .*significant.*
That they're going to play a big part in our ultimate destiny. Whether for
good or bad, I don't know. . ."
	We all stand in silence for a moment. I can tell we're all thinking the
same thing, wondering about our future, about the trials we will still have
to face in the months and years ahead. . .wondering when these two will
cross our paths again, and in what form, and what effect they will have on
us. . .
	I put my hands on both their shoulders and manage a smile. "If they're
part of our destiny. . .then it's best to let destiny take its course. For
now, let's just enjoy tonight. We'd better get back in, the others are
probably looking for us. . ."
	We walk back in to our own party. Sure enough, Lita's right there by the
door. . .
	"There you are! We've been looking everywhere for you! Where have you been?"
	"We thought we saw. . .someone we knew. . ." Serena says.
	"But it was a mistake," Raye adds quickly.
	"Lita," I say, "may I have the next dance?"
	"Sure," she says, slipping her arm through mine. I watch Serena head off
to the dance floor with Chad, and Raye with Glen. . .
	Then, the song ends, and a very romantic oldie-but-goodie starts playing.
. .Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight." I look across the room. My eyes
connect with Serena's. We ease away from our partners. . .for this song, we
don't want to dance with anyone but each other.
	I hold my hand out to her. She fairly glides across the floor to me. Then,
she's in my arms, and the room fades away. It's as if we were the only two
people in the world. . .
	I pull her close as I can, as I feel her strong, yet soft arms wrap around
me. I rest my cheek against a beribboned meatball and breathe in that
sensuous coconut aroma that never fails to light a fire in my blood. The
future seems far, far away, and it can't touch us. All that matters is
here. . .and now. . .and *her.*
	Our bodies slowly sway to the music. I can hear her breathing, feel her
heartbeat. . .I feel like they're perfectly in synch with my own. She
raises her head a bit, and I lift mine, our lips seeking each other out,
and the kiss is soft and sweet at first, then grows deeper and more
passionate. . .
	When we break, she whispers, "I love you, Darien."
	"I love you too, Serena."
	We kiss again, and she presses her body against mine, rubbing slightly. .
.Oh, baby, you're starting to make me feel so warm. . .Suddenly, I have the
urge to leave early. All of the girls had told their parents they were
having a sleepover at Lita's tonight. But nobody's going to be sleeping
there tonight. . .except Lita and Ken, that is.
	The song ends, the deejay takes a break. The lights come up. Serena and I
kiss again, smiling at each other. We don't have to say a word.
	We cross to the others. . .who also seem to be gathering up their things
from the table.
	Lita gives Amy a smile. "Going home to *study*, Aims?" Amy turns crimson.
	We all say our goodnights. . .and hmm, looks like everyone else seems to
be in as much of a hurry to get to their cars as Serena and I are!
	Once the doors close, we grab for each other, coming together in a
super-passionate kiss. My tongue seeks out hers, my hands slide up and down
her body. . .Oh, Gods, I want to take her right here. . .
	But I ease myself away with one last little kiss on her nose, start the
engine, and gun the sucker.
	At every stoplight, we kiss fiercely, letting our hands wander. Only the
beeping of the people behind us gets us to go again.
	At my apartment building, we kiss all the way up the elevator. I unzip the
back of her dress, and we rush to the front door. It takes me three tries
before I can get the key to work.
	As soon as the door is closed behind us, she drops her purse and dress to
the floor and pushes at my tuxedo jacket. Damn, there's *so* many pieces to
this thing, it's going to take forever to take it all off. . .I wish I
could just pass my hands over it and make it disappear, like my Tuxedo Mask
tuxedo! As we kiss, I can feel her unbuttoning the vest, tugging at the
cummerbund. . .We pull apart just long enough to get rid of them, and the
damn bow tie as well.
	I grab her half-slip and yank it over her head, and then I cup her breasts
in my hands, gently squeezing them, feeling the nipples harden through her
bra.She moans and moves against me, maneuvering her body so her womanhood
is pressing on my thigh. . .
	"Go on, baby," I whisper. "Come on. . .make it feel good. . ."
	She rubs against it, and both of us moan. I bring my mouth to hers again,
reaching up to her meatballs. . .damn these ribbons! I manage to get her
hair down, and she tosses it as she writhes with passion, as she rides my
thigh harder and faster. . .
	"Darien," she moans, "please. . ."
	"Please what, Serena?" I whisper between kisses on her neck.
	"Take me in the bedroom. . .make love to me. . ."
	I pick her up and swiftly carry her, depositing her gently on the bed. I
rid myself of more of the tuxedo, until I'm wearing nothing but the pants.
	I lie next to her, drawing her mouth to mine again. Oh, how her little
heart's throbbing. . .I reach around to her back and undo the clasp of her
strapless bra, and hear her make a little whimper in her throat. I yank it
away and toss it across the room, rubbing my palms against the sides of her
beautiful, beautiful breasts. I take my lips away from hers only to move
down and kiss a nipple. . .Her body jerks in response. I move to the other
breast and do the same, then flick my tongue across it. Oh, I can't hold
back. . .I have to suck it. I draw it in my lips and drink of her
sweetness. She wails, and I feel her grab my hand and push it downward. I
place it over her still-covered womanhood, rubbing and caressing her
through the silky fabric, and she cries out. I move my mouth to the other
breast, and suck. . .meanwhile, I caress her womanhood more slowly, backing
off entirely, then starting again. . .I want to excite her, but I don't
want her to come. Not yet.
	I ease away from her, grab one lace-topped thigh-high stocking, and slowly
pull it down and off. Then I kiss my way back up her lovely, long leg,
until I reach the top of her thigh. . .she shivers in anticipation, but I
raise my head and reach for the other stocking, which I pull off as I did
the first. I kiss my way back up again. . .
	Then, I keep going upward, and I kiss her womanhood through the damp
fabric. She gasps. I kiss and kiss some more. . .She whimpers, her whole
body twisting.
	All right, sweetheart. I've teased you enough. I reach for her panties and
with one swift motion, I pull them down and off. I part her thighs and put
my tongue right in, pushing it in and out of her entrance, tasting her
sweet, sweet honey. I can hear her breathing in deep gasps, letting out
"ohhh!" sounds as her hands tangle in my hair. I explore a bit, taking my
tongue out and running it along the folds and through the crevices. . .
	Then, I flick it up to where she needs my touch the most. No more playing,
my darling. . .I'm going to bring you sweet release. I lick it with long,
purposeful strokes, rubbing my tongue back and forth quickly. . .and then I
feel her jerk, and her hips buck again and again, and she screams,
"AAAAHHHHHH!! AAAAAAHHHHH!! DARIEN!!!"
	When I feel her shivers fade, I tenderly kiss her womanhood one last time
and come back up to her. I kiss her cheeks, chin, nose, lips, and then I
whisper, "My Serena. . .I love you."
	"Da. . .Darien. . ." She kisses me, her arms wrapping around me tightly. . .
	Then, she flips me on my back, and I feel her hands unsnapping and
unzipping my pants. She strips them off, then begins to caress me through
my boxers. She kisses my lips, then works her way down my neck to my chest.
I feel her draw in a nipple and start to suck. . .
	"Mmmm. . .Serena. . ."
	She kisses down my stomach, down to the waistband of my shorts. . .but
instead of taking them off, she continues to lay kisses over the fabric.
Most maddeningly of all, she isn't kissing directly over my manhood. .
.just circling around it. She moves down to my inner thighs, her hands
caressing them, and then she *bites* one gently through the fabric. "Ahh,
you minx," I moan.
	She caresses the sac under my manhood, then slowly, slowly lets her hand
move up. . .and then, just when I think she's going to caress my shaft, she
moves it all the way up to my waistband, strips the underwear off and takes
me in her lips. "Ohh, Serena!" I cry. Oh, it's so, so good, she's sucking
me gently but firmly, just how I like it best, and she's bobbing her head
slowly, slowly, then picking up speed. . .ohh, keep doing that, ohh baby. .
.My head rolls side to side, and deep moans are coming from me. Hot
excitement is pulsing through my entire body, and I feel like I'm going to
explode. . .
	No. Not yet. I want to share it with her.
	I push up on her shoulders. She knows exactly what I want. She eases her
mouth away from me, goes into the nighttable drawer and draws out a wrapped
package. I gasp as I feel her roll the condom onto me. She positions
herself atop me, so my manhood is probing right against her entrance. . .
	"I love you," she says.
	"I love you too," I reply.
	Then she pushes down, and we are one. We both moan at the feeling. She
pumps up and down, up and down, and I close my eyes, luxuriating at the
feel of her all around me, engulfing me. . .I reach up to her breasts, and
my fingers find the hardened nipples, stroking and caressing them. Oh, how
the touch of them excites me. . .I open my eyes and see her astride me, a
beautiful look of passion on her face, her golden hair tossing wildly this
way and that, looking like sunbeams. My angel, my princess, my lover, my
other half. . .
	I gently squeeze her nipples, and her body jerks, and she tosses her head
back as she cries out with her sweet agony. Her sheath pulls and pulls, and
I feel like I'm going to lose it. . .oh, one more, Serena, you can go one
more time, baby. . .
	I roll her over so that I'm on top. I pull out, and she cries out in
disappointment. . .but I'm just changing our position, putting her legs on
my shoulders so I can penetrate her as deeply as possible. Then I push in
again, and I start a rapid rhythm, and it's getting harder and harder for
me to hold back. . .then I hear her shriek, and she's tugging and tugging
at me again, and that does it. I yell her name as I'm flooded with liquid
fire and ecstasy screams through my body.
	I pull out and flop down beside her. We wrap our arms around each other,
kissing each other's lips softly. Gently, I ease away just long enough to
dispose of the condom, then roll on my back, drawing her head to my chest.
	"What a night," she whispers.
	"It was terrific, wasn't it? And the best part of it all. . .was you."
	We kiss again, whispering our love to each other, and soon, she drifts off
to sleep.
	I stroke her hair, as I start to drift off to sleep myself. For one brief
moment, I wonder again who those two people in the other ballroom were,
what relevance they have to our future. . .
	But for now, I'd rather forget about the future. . .while the present is
so beautiful.

"And then I tell her
As I turn out the light
'My darling, you were wonderful tonight.'"


AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story was inspired by, of all things, a trip I took to
the local Cost Cutters during my recent illness, my first trip outside
after being cooped up for days. The song that this story takes its title
from came over the store's Muzak system, and suddenly, an image of Serena
and Darien dancing slow and close in formal wear popped into my head. And a
story was born. . .

Thanks to the IM gang: Mark, Sonya, Galos, Yohann, and Jeffrey, who are all
a never-ending source of friendship and support. Thanks also to Artemis and
Luna, all the people who've written to tell me how much they love my story,
Mishii Kawaii, Lunar Rose, Jen Wand, Max and Wizard Z (who, I understand,
is working on a followup to "Manners.") And thanks to Eric Clapton for his
beautiful song.

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