LIQUID SILK
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman

By Sailor Mac
	"I don't want you to touch me!"
	Serena slid to the other side of the couch, away from Darien's arms. He
just sat there looking baffled. What happened? he thought. Was it something
I did, something I said?
	"Serena?"
	"You can't touch me!" She moved a bit further away to emphasize her point.
	"Why, sweetheart? Did I do something wrong?"
	"No. . .no, it's not you. . .it's me. . ."
	He smiled. "Did a certain time of the month come early?"
	"No, it's just that. . .it's just that. . ." She paused for a moment, as
if deciding what to say, then blurted out, "My skin feels horrible! Every
inch of me is covered with alligator skin!"
	"Is that all?" He reached for her again. "It's just from the winter air,
silly Meatball Head. I won't mind."
	"I *do* mind!" She crossed her arms over her chest as if to emphasize the
point.
	Darien chuckled to himself. Serena sometimes got attacks of vanity which
were. . .well. . .endearing. And this was a major one.
	Hmm, he thought. I may have a solution to the problem. . .a very *nice* one.
	"What if. . .we did something to smooth out that dry skin a little?"
	"Like what?"
	He went into his bedroom. On the bureau was a bottle of a heavy-duty
lotion called Emulsion. . .he was no stranger to winter dry skin himself.
He gave it a shake to make sure the bottle was almost full. . .he was going
to need a *lot* of lotion for what he had in mind. . .
	He filled the sink with hot water and dropped the bottle in to warm its
contents, then went back out to her.
	"Come here," he said. "I'm going to give you some lotion. . ."
	She walked over to him and held out her hands, as if she expected him to
pour cream onto them.
	"No, no, love, I'm going to *give* you the lotion. . .myself. I'm going to
put it on you. . ."
	"Darien, I told you that I. . ."
	He put two fingers on her lips in a "hush" gesture. "You will be silky
smooth by the time I'm done doing this. . .will you trust me?"
	"I always trust you."
	"Come into the bedroom. . ."
	She walked into the room, and then he was behind her, his hands moving up
and down her arms, stroking, caressing, his lips laying soft kisses on her
neck, then her ear. . .His tongue flicked out, teasing the tiny hole, and
she felt a deep, hot shudder pass over her entire body.
	"Now, darling," he whispered, his lips right against her skin, his hot
breath scorching her deliciously, "you said that every inch of you was
covered with alligator skin. . .well, then I'll have to work on every inch
of you. Take off your clothes. . ."
	She giggled and whispered teasingly, "Everything?"
	"Every. . .last. . .little. . .stitch."
	She pulled away from him and yanked her blouse over her head, flinging it
across the room. Her skirt landed on the floor seconds later, followed by
her socks and underpants. As a grand finale, she flung her bra away with
such enthusiasm that it ended up hanging from one of the ceiling fan
blades.
	"Do I pass inspection?" she said.
	"Hmm. . .you more than pass. You are the sexiest thing on the gods' green
earth, you little minx."
	She leaned over to kiss him, but he said, "Uh-uh. . .you said yourself, I
can't touch you until we get this alligator skin taken care of. Now. . .why
don't you get up on the bed?"
	Serena lay down, her arms stretched over her head. He let his eyes roam
over her as he felt something swell down below. . .
	You are perfection, my love, he thought. Absolute perfection.
	Oh, it looked like she had a dry patch here and there, but nothing like
the "head-to-toe alligator skin" she'd complained of.
	But by the time we're through, he thought, you'll be soft and smooth as
silk. . .all over.
	"Hmm," he said, "I think I'll do the back of you first. Get up on your
knees, and lean over so your arms are resting on the headboard. . ."
	She did what he asked, pulling her long, long hair up and over so it
wouldn't get in the way. As she waited in breathless anticipation, she
heard the rustle of clothing being dropped to the floor. . .
	"What are you doing?"
	"Now, you don't want me to get lotion all over my clothes, do you? I have to protect them. . ."
	She giggled, her heart speeding up as her mind began filling with hot
images of what was to come. . .
	Serena heard his footsteps as he went into the bathroom, then the sound of
a bottle of liquid being shaken. . .
	Then, his hands were on her calves, spreading something warm and lovely
and soft and smooth everywhere. . .ohh, it felt so, so good, like the
lotion was intensifying the sensations of his touch . . .
	"Aaahhh," she sighed, as his hands moved higher, kneading the skin of her
thighs in lazy circular motions, moving upward by slow, maddeningly
tantalizing inches. . .The higher he got, the more electric sensations
started to build, and she began arching her bottom upward, waiting, waiting
for him to spread the delicious stuff there. . .
	But instead, he took his hands away, and she heard him squirting a fresh
load of lotion into them. When she felt them again, they were on the back
of her neck, gently kneading, stroking. . .Every muscle relaxed under his
touch, and she purred like a cat. Down he moved, across her shoulders, to
her arms. . .As his hands traveled along their length, she leaned her head
back against his shoulder so their lips could touch, their tongues coming
out to tangle and tease each other. . .
	When he reached her hands, his fingers caressed the backs, then twined
with hers as his tongue roamed over her cheek, down her neck, then back up
to her ear. . . She leaned back against him, feeling his hard manhood
pressing against her buttocks. . .Her hips shifted, trying to find just the
right angle for him to enter her womanhood. . .
	He eased his body away from hers, saying without words, no, not yet, my
darling. He applied more lotion to his hands, then began to massage her
back. . .She was so hot now that even the simplest of touches sent jolts of
raw electricity all over her. As he rubbed and caressed, his hands moving
back and forth and around and around, she began to moan his name in a low,
rhythmic chant that was half plea, half promise. . .
	"Do you like this, honey?"
	"Ohhh, yes. . .yes, I do. . ."
	"What does the lotion feel like?"
	"It feels like liquid silk. . ."
	"Hold on. . .it's only going to feel better. . ."
	He stopped to put more lotion on his hands, and then they were on her
buttocks, squeezing gently, but firmly. . .squeeze, release, squeeze,
release, stroke, caress. . .Her moans grew louder, and louder still as his
hands slipped around to her belly and began working upward, and his manhood
was pressing on her again and her bottom was now so sensitive she thought
she was going to scream, and it felt like it was taking him an eternity to
get to her breasts, oh gods oh gods oh gods when is he going to do it. . .
	His hands were gone again, another squirt of lotion. Then, she felt the
touch on her nipples. . .just his index fingers, rubbing little dabs around
and around, and a loud cry tore itself from her, her whole body arching as
the liquid fire shot through her. He rubbed faster and faster, just the two
fingers on the very tips of her nipples, and she thought she'd go mad with
the pleasure. . .Then, his hands grasped her breasts, squeezing and
massaging as she felt the honey pouring from her, her heart thudding, her
skin breaking out in a sweat. . .
	"DARIEN!" she cried. "I need it. . .oh, I need it. . ."
	"What do you need, honey?"
	"I need your hands down there. . ."
	"Now, why would I do that? You don't need the lotion there. It's not dry.
In fact, it's very, very wet. . ."
	"DARIEN!"
	"So I'm not going to put my hands there. . .I'll put something better
there instead."
	She heard him open the bedside table drawer and the sound of a foil packet
being torn. . .She turned around. When he was ready, she guided him to a
sitting position on the bed, so his back was against the headboard, then
straddled him. Both of them gasped as she lowered herself on him. She was
so aroused, all she could think of was fulfillment. . . She threw her arms
around his neck and crushed her mouth against his as she began pumping
furiously, shifting her position a bit this way, then a bit that way,
trying to find the angle that would give the most stimulation to her jewel.
. .And then she found it, and she cried out, a primal sound of pure joy,
and she thrust again and again and again and at long last, the sweet crisis
was upon her, and she let out a scream as electric jolts of pleasure shot
through her again and again.
	She fell forward, her lover's arms holding her, stroking her hair, as the
last shudders faded, as his lips kissed hers over and over. . .
	Serena felt Darien still hard within her. I have to make him feel as good
as he made me feel, she thought. . .
	She began to pump again, and he let out a low moan which increased in
intensity as her speed picked up. Yes, my love, she thought, it's all for
you now. . .But even as this crossed her mind, she felt the heat rising
within herself once more, and soon they were moaning in harmony, and the
moans became loud cries, and then a final triumphant shout as they peaked
together, both their bodies arching and writhing as the blazes consumed
them.
	They fell to the bed, trembling, clinging to each other as if their lives
depended on it. Their lips kissed foreheads, cheeks, chins tenderly.
	Reluctantly, he pulled away from her long enough to dispose of the condom,
then they snuggled under the covers.
	"Darien," she sighed, "that was absolutely *wonderful.*"
	"Now, aren't you glad you let me touch you?"
	She giggled and gave him a playful tap. "And you call *me* a minx!" He
kissed the tip of her nose, and she giggled again.
	Leaning her head on his chest, she said, "Oh, Gods, what *was* that stuff?
It felt sooo good. . ."
	"Just plain old Neutrogena Emulsion. With an extra added ingredient. . ."
	"What was that?"
	"Love."
	Their lips met in a long kiss, and she whispered, "I love you."
	"I love you too."
	As he fell asleep with her in his arms, he thought he'd never felt
anything as deliciously silky smooth as her skin. . .

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Inspiration can come from just about anything. . .even from
a bottle of Neutrogena Emulsion sitting atop one's computer desk. . .

Thanks, as usual, to the Lemon Tree gang, to Artemis and Luna and to
everyone who's written to me about my stories!

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