MANNERS

by Wizard Z (Zilch)
Editor: Sailor Mac
	The sun was sinking, and the moon was on the rise, casting its soft light
over Tokyo.
	In one certain apartment, there was a young man and woman for whom the
moon was a special bond between them, not just something lighting up the
night sky. . .
	Serena jumped out of the bathtub and dried herself quickly. Somehow, she
thought, I feel even cleaner when I take a bath at Darien's place. As she
wrapped a towel around her body and another around her head, she caught a
whiff of a delicious aroma - sweet and sour chicken being fried, vegetables
being steamed.
	Exiting the bathroom and peeking around a corner, she saw the love of her
life cooking dinner, humming his favorite tune while he mixed the fried
rice. A big smile spread over her face. He was supposed to be helping her
with schoolwork tonight - she had a big etiquette test coming up in her
home economics class. But she was going to see that they had fun while they
worked. . .
	Darien was getting ready to scoop up the rice when he felt a pair of arms
encircle his waist from behind. He pivoted around gracefully, and found
himself face to face with his only love. For a moment, blue eyes locked
with blue eyes, both of them thinking they had never seen anything so
beautiful. . .
	She raised herself up on tiptoe, and they kissed. The outside world seemed
to fall away - there was nothing except the two of them. . .
	Then, the towel covering her body dropped to the ground.
	Darien stared for a second, sucking in his breath. . .Then, he reached
down and picked it up, handing it back to her.
	"Here you go, you little minx. Now please get dressed - it's hard to
concentrate when you're tempting me like that."
	"And what's wrong with that?" she said with a big smile, the towel still
hanging from her hand.
	"As I recall, you asked me to help you pass your etiquette test. . ."
	"Yes, I need to work on table manners."
	"I don't think being in the nude is the appropriate thing to wear to a
high-class meal."
	"Okay, you party pooper. . .I'll get dressed. But I won't keep it on for
long." She giggled and slowly stuck a finger into her mouth, licking and
sucking on it. . .Darien felt a hot flush spread across his cheeks. Then,
she simply waved and went into the bedroom.
	Darien exhaled a long breath. She drove him crazy with love and desire,
that was for sure. . .all he wanted to do at that moment was run into that
bedroom, lay her back on the bed and make wild, sweet love to her. But
first things first. . .
	He drank a glass of ice water to cool down. Then, he made a whole pitcher
of ice water. I'm probably going to need it all before the meal is over, he
thought.
	Finally, he had the table all prepared. For this occasion, he had brought
out his fine china and good silverware (something he didn't do very often).
In the center of the table was a single red rose in a vase.
	As he was putting the last of the pots and pans in the sink, he heard the
bedroom door close. Serena was coming into the dining room, wearing normal
clothes. . .then, he realized she had no undergarments on.
	He drank another glass of ice water.
	"Okay, Muffin, I'm all set!" she said happily. Never before had she so
looked forward to her homework.
	"Okay," he said, "first, let me see how you seat yourself. . ."
	Serena bounded into the chair and, bouncing in the seat, pulled it closer
to the table.
	"Um, okay. . .let's try it again, Serena."
	She gave him a smile and a flirtatious glance. He swallowed hard.
	"Okay," he continued, "first, when you approach the seat, pull it back a
little, just enough for you to walk in front of it." She followed his
instructions. "Now, if there were a gentleman around. . .he would hold the
chair like so." Darien got behind the chair and demonstrated. "And then you
would slowly lower yourself. . ."
	She started to do as he said. . .but where she thought there was a seat,
there was nothing but air. She hit the floor with a thud - and turned
around to see that Darien had pulled the chair away.
	"Ohhhhh. . .DARIEN! What did you do that for?"
	"I said 'if a gentleman was around,' and as far as I can see, there
doesn't seem to be one around here."
	"Oh, YOU!" She stuck her tongue out at him. "Are you going to be a
gentleman, or am I going to have to pound it into you?"
	"Okay, okay, just trying to show a little humor, that's all.  . .Let's try
it again."
	This time, he pushed her in perfectly. "Now, if a gentleman was not
present, you could grab your chair to help slide yourself into place. . ."
She started to comply. "No, don't grab between your legs. Grab the sides. .
."
	She smiled. "I know what I want between my legs after dinner."
	He made another dash for the ice water pitcher in the kitchen.
	Composing himself, he brought out the dish of fried rice. "Now, the trick
to dishing out the rice neatly, without spilling any on the table, is not
to dig too deep."
	"But sometimes. . .deep is good. *"Real* good."
	He ran for the ice water again, silently beseeching the gods to give him
strength to make it through the meal without ravishing her.
	Composing himself, he brought out the dish of chicken. "Now, scooping up
the chicken neatly is a bit trickier, because of the sauce. You have to
make sure you get the spoon all the way under it." He demonstrated,
scooping some onto his plate without spilling a drop. "Now, you try it. Be
sure to get under it. . ."
	"Get down, get down, and movie it all around," Serena sang merrily. She
successfully placed a helping on her plate.
	"Now, moving on to the salad. . .ooohhh." He was watching her scoop up a
bit of the sauce with her finger, which she brought to her mouth, slowly
licked, then sucked. He dashed to the kitchen and took a double drink of
ice water.
	He brought out the bowl of salad, a mixture of lettuce, tomatoes,
cucumbers and shredded carrots.
	"Carrots?" she said. "Yuk! Darien, you'd better have plenty of ranch
dressing. . .and croutons. . .and bacon bits!"
	He fetched the requested items. "Only for you, my sweet." He picked up a
set of salad tongs. "Pick up the salad, shake out any loose bits, then
bring it slowly to your plate. Of course, if you feel like you're going to
drop it, you could move faster. . ."
	"Hmm," she said. "Start slow. . .then go faster and faster. . ."
	His imagination kicked into overdrive, and he had to flee the table again.
As he drank the water, he thought that his internal organs must be swimming
by now. . .but he was determined to keep his cool.
	When he returned, she was putting the condiments on her salad. "Okay, now
it's time to eat. . ." She dug into her chicken, but he stopped her by
clearing his throat.
	"Um. . .did I do something wrong?"
	"Well, for starters, that's your salad fork. Usually, the first thing you
eat is your salad, so the salad fork is on the outside. When you're done
with that, the fork for the main course is to the right of it. You start on
the outside, and work your way in."
	"Kind of like when you're kissing my breasts. . .you start on the outside,
and work your way inward toward. . ."
	This time, he just opened the freezer and stuck his head in for a moment.
When he came back to the table, he had a tiny ice flake on the top of his
head.
	He swallowed hard. "May we continue, please?"
	"Certainly, Muffin."
	"To push your rice onto your spoon, use your fork. And remember, the spoon
always goes to your mouth, your mouth doesn't go to the spoon."
	"Just the opposite of what happens when I put my mouth on your. . ."
	He decided to try just ignoring it. "Now, I see you have your napkin
neatly draped across your lap. . .good."
	"Maybe I should remove it so you could get a better look at my. . ."
	"Ahem. Okay, to use it you should simply raise it and lightly press on
your lips, just enough to take away the unsightly food marks." She did so.
	"Kind of like kissing."
	Finally, a mild statement.
	"Kissing you you-know-where. . ."
	He sucked in his breath and bit his lip. He didn't know how much longer he
could hold out. . .
	"Okay, the last thing is the proper way to drink your beverage. Hold the
glass with the stem between your ring and middle fingers."
	"Kinda like the way I hold your. . ."
	"Let's leave that out until we're completely finished," he said quickly.
"Place your lips on the glass and slowly bring it upward. Tilt your head
backward - do not tilt it forward until you intend to put down your glass.
Never slurp or gulp."
	"Tilt my head back. . .well, that should be easy, you tilt me back to kiss
me all the time."
	She started to demonstrate, and he said, "There you go, Meatball Head, you
got it right." She put it down and looked at him with a smile.
	"Did I pass?"
	"You sure did. Just remember everything I said. . .now, let's eat."
	She consumed her meal like a true aristocrat, chewing lightly but fully
and swallowing softly. Darien seemed impressed and smiled at her. When she
was finished, she lightly patted her napkin on her lips.
	"Is there any dessert, waiter?"
	"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. . .you deserve a treat."
	"How about a chocolate sundae? Our favorite kind. . .the kind with no ice
cream."
	He knew exactly what she meant. He ran for the pitcher. It was empty.
	He turned around and saw Serena coming towards him, unbuttoning her
blouse. Temptation overwhelmed him, and at last, he allowed himself to give
in to desire. He opened a cabinet and took out a bottle of chocolate syrup.
By the time he reached her, she was completely nude. She kicked her clothes
away, far out of reach.
	He grabbed her in his arms and they kissed fiercely, all the passion he'd
held back all evening being released. Their mouths opened quickly, and
their tongues teased each other.
	They broke apart, and he opened the bottle and began to pour syrup onto
his lover's body. He began to lick, first on her face and neck. Her body
pressed against his, the chocolate staining his clothes. He didn't give a
damn.
	As he picked her up in his arms and carried her toward the bedroom, she
whispered, "I love you." He could only reply, "I love you, too."
	He gently lay her down on the bed and stripped off his own clothing, then
went for the chocolate syrup bottle again. He squeezed some on her cute,
slightly rounded belly, then bent his head, his tongue eagerly lapping at
the sweet, sticky liquid. Up and down, back and forth, zig and zag. . .She
moaned in pleasure as tiny waves of hot passion coursed through her.
	Darien moved back up and he and Serena kissed fiercely. Mad passion,
burning desire, red hot love. . .all those old cliches were severe
understatements of what they were feeling at that moment. They both moaned
deep in their throats as their mouths ravished each other. As the kiss went
on and on, she got the bottle away from him, and when they broke apart, she
squeezed some of the syrup onto her breasts. Darien felt his mouth
watering. . .here was something he very much wanted to taste.
	He trailed his tongue downward, away from her lips, down her neck. . .When
he reached the juncture between her breasts, he decided to turn left. His
tongue swept across the sweet, chocolate-covered skin, starting at the
outside, then moving inward in a slow spiral, while Serena pleaded with him
to go faster. . .He didn't listen to her, just kept moving inward slowly,
slowly. . .Then, after what seemed like an eternity to her, he was at the
pink area around her nipple, and he just circled it, again and again and
again.
	"Darien. . .Darien. . .please. . .taste. . .please. . ." she gasped.
Finally, he caught the nipple in his lips and began to suckle, and she
arched and cried out. "Yesss. . .Darien. . .yesss. . .that's what I. .
.ohhhhh. . ." His hand stroked the other breast, feeling the sticky syrup
on her hot skin, and then he switched sides, doing the same to the right
breast as he had to the left, circling slowly, just savoring the taste of
her mixed with the chocolate. . .When he sucked the nipple, she cried out
even louder, her mouth wide open, her eyes closed, her legs parting. . .He
took the bottle, squirted a fresh load of syrup onto her, then licked it
off, oh-so-slowly. . .She groaned and writhed. He repeated the move over
and over, four or five times, until she cried out for him to lick the other
breast. When he did what she wanted, she moaned, "Darien. . .more. .
.pleasure. . .more. . .ohhh. . .yes. . .give me more. . ."
	He dropped the bottle and caressed both nipples with his agile fingers,
then sucked again, switching one to the other, quickly. . .
	Then, she grabbed the bottle and flipped him onto his back, kissing his
lips, than quickly headed south. She decided to conduct her own taste test
- did he taste better with the chocolate topping, or without it?
	She tried it without first. When she reached his member, she began to lick
it, over and over, base to tip, delighting in the sounds of pleasure that
he made. . .She took it in her mouth and began to suck, moving it in and
out, and her lover began to let out deep moans. . .Then, she pulled away,
grabbing the bottle and pouring it over him, smearing it around with her
fingers to make sure he was thoroughly coated. Then she began to repeat
what she'd done before, licking, licking, flicking her tongue here and
there, driving him wild, savoring the taste, the heat, the feel. . .She
coated him with chocolate again and took him in, sucking gently but firmly,
moving him in and out, in and out. . .He moaned her name, feeling himself
almost ready to go over the edge. . .
	But before he could, she finished licking and sucking the last drops of
chocolate from him, and with one last kiss on his member, she pulled away.
She came back to his mouth, and they kissed fiercely, the
chocolate-flavored kisses being some of the sweetest they'd ever shared.
They had thoroughly licked all the chocolate from each other; not a drop
could be seen.
	He felt overwhelmed with the need to be in her, and he knew she felt the
same way. He went in his bedside table for a rubber. He put it on and they
came back together again, kissing with passion, their hands roaming each
other's bodies, feeling the steamy heat build up inside them.
	When the kiss broke, he said, "You did so well tonight, I'm going to give
you a treat. . .how do you want to do it?"
	"I want to be. . .on top!"
	"Your wish is my command." He lay on his back, and she climbed atop him.
As she felt him enter her, Serena let out a moan, thinking that there was
no feeling in the world like this, their bodies becoming one, joined like
their hearts and souls were joined. She began to move and thrust, her moans
and cries becoming louder and louder as the tempo got faster and faster.
Her hands moved up and down on his chest, and she threw back her head, her
eyes squeezed shut and her mouth wide open, letting out cries of love,
moans of delight, gasps of passion and shrieks of joy. Then, the whole
world seemed to be caving in on itself. . .
	"Dar. . .Dar. . .Darien!!! DARIEN!! I'm gonna, I'm gonna. . .AAAAHHH!!!"
Her body jerked and spasmed as her orgasm coursed through her. His hands
grabbed hers as he watched the ecstatic expression on her face. . .she
never looked more beautiful, he thought. . .
	When the spasms faded, he gently touched her face. "Come on, love. You're
going to do that again. . .and this time, we'll do it together." He began
to pump his hips, encouraging her to start again, and then she was
thrusting again, harder and harder, faster and faster. . .
	"Uhhh. . .uhhh. . .Darien. . .I'm gonna come again. . .get ready. . ."
	"Serena. . .oooohhhh, I'm. . .I'm coming also. . .uuuhhh. . ."
	Then they screamed "AAAAAHHHHHH!!!" in unison as the heavenly shudders
wracked both their bodies, as they shot straight to paradise together.
	Serena crashed down on top of Darien, holding him, not letting him
disconnect yet. She wanted to stay that way all night. She lightly kissed
him on the lips.
	"Thank you, my darling. For everything. For the lesson, for dessert, for
giving me so much pleasure. . ."
	"I should be thanking you. You make me feel like the luckiest guy on earth."
	"That's because you're my sweet Muffin." She kissed him again, then
drifted off into blissful sleep.
	Darien gently pulled away from her and disposed of the condom, then pulled
the blankets over both of them. He looked at Serena and kissed her lightly
on the forehead.
	"My darling," he whispered, "I'll never let you go. . .never. We'll be together always. . ."
	He snuggled next to her and they fell asleep, and both had wonderful
dreams of being together.
* * *
	The very next afternoon, Darien opened his door to find a Serena who was
so excited that she literally tackled him to the ground.
	"Yahoo!! I did it!" She flung the paper into the air and he grabbed it."
	"A+! I knew you could do it!"
	"I had a great teacher. Your method works!"
	"So, how'd you do it?"
	"At first, I got stuck, but then I remembered all those things from last
night like not grabbing the chair between your legs. . .I remembered that
because I knew what I wanted between my legs."
	He laughed and swung her around the room. "This calls for a celebration! I
know. . ."
	"What?"
	Darien pulled some whipped cream from the refrigerator.
	"I got some nice pineapple upside-down cake. We'll just add a little
whipped cream and. . ."
	"You know very well that's not the only use for whipped cream."
	"That's why I have it out. The cake is just a side dish. The main course,
well. . ."
	She gave him a saucy "guess-what-we're-up-to" wink to let him know she
understood.
	"Besides, I haven't washed the sheets yet. . .they can take a few more stains."
	He shook the can, then they both laughed and waltzed toward the bedroom.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is dedicated to one of the greatest and sweetest
writers in Sailor Moon lemons and my editor on this story, Sailor Mac. She
got me my start and has done the same for a lot of other writers. She's
been a great influence on so many people. Help the cause for sweet lemons!

Thanks also go to:

Mark Berger, a friend of my brother's and author of cool stories like
"Married Life." Mark, or Marky as he calls you, keep up the good work!
You're a pal to all of us here.

Ivana B. Anonymous, a writer with great artistic skills. Your stories
capture the reader like few Sailor Moon fanfics can, and you're a great
person as well.

Jennifer Wand, whose Tuxedo Mask Shrine web site has been such an
inspiration - it's our favorite out of all the sites we've been to.

And to all the other sekkushiaru roman/sweet lemon writers out there: Keep
those stories coming in! You're loved throughout all of netdom!

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