Hi guys! It's me, Amethyst, your local insane fanficer/web-mistress/ future ruler of the universe. . Neway, I got tired of torturing you and Serena and Darien, so in this chapter we get a little action. Don't worry, my fic will still be PG-13. ^_^ Also, there are going to be enough songs in here to drive you insane. I just got the Jennifer Lopez cd, and you have to buy it. And, Nate, no, she's not hot. And she IS engaged to Puffy. =P Oh yeah, there's a sunscreen scene in her just like in Alicia Blade's royal flush,but... different. Sorry, Alicia, I just thought that that was the best scene and it was too tempting. Gomen. Hi to Bridgita, Oniisan, and Zarah. Bridgita, I'm making you my official muse/cheerleader. He he. I don't own Sailor Moon, or Jennifer Lopez Capeesh? PLEASE read "Secrets of the wind", okay? thanks! Luv ya! ******************************************************************** ~The Wonders of Flaming Pancakes~ Serena groaned, and opened her eyes, inhaling the scent of roses. The scent of Darien. Part of her would never get used to waking up like this, and the other part of her found it strangely familiar. She smiled slightly, and rubbed her big blue eyes. Her mind flashed back to last night, how they were so close, how his head started to sink towards hers. She cursed the man who'd bumped into her, ruining the moment. 'If that klutz had been watching where he was going, Darien would have kissed me!' She sat up, shaking her head of that thought. 'No. This is Darien. You don't want him to kiss you. Right? RIGHT?' her mind screeched at her heart. But Serena couldn't lie to herself anymore. Darien had done something to her, and she really LIKED whatever he'd done. These new, confusing feelings that swirled through her body delighted her. She could only hope Darien felt the same thing. She streched, as she stood, and grabbed a bathrobe that she'd laid on her chair. She most certainitly wasn't going out in a pair of boxer shorts and a princess tank top. She slipped out the door, looking around the condo, past the tv area, and into the kitchen area, where Darien was cooking something. He was wearing a wifebeater tank, (which, Serena noted, showed off his very nice, muscular chest, shoulders, and back) and khaki shorts, the kind that you could buy at the Gap for 32 bucks and Abercrombie and Fitch for 100. (AN: Sorry, just being a brat) He looked over at her, and Serena metally kicked herself to keep from melting. "Mornin', Sunshine. Or, should I say, Afternoon?" his teasing tone was familiar to Serena. "Ha ha ha. It's not that late, is it?" She glanced at the clock "Only 11:30? God, I'm up early today!" Darien stifled a chuckle, and concentrated on the pancakes, before looking back at Serena. A white robe, silk-like and just barely see-through covered her long legs, small, slender waist, and fragile shoulders. He could just barely see the svelte silohoutte through the material, thanks to an appropriatley placed sunbeam. A tank top, one of those kinds that girls wore to bed (read: VERY tight and *ahem* skimpy) that said "Princess" in pink writing on it. 'Fitting,' he thought, and then tore his eyes away from the figure to look at the girl. Her hair was down, cascading past her feet, making her look like a Goddess. Her blue eyes were only half awake, and she still managed to look good. She crept over to the bar, and sat down on the stool, putting her head in her arms. He smiled, and watched her. He walked over to behind her, and just stood there, the front of his shrit brushing against hers. She didn't notice a thing, and Darien found himself mindlessly staring at her long hair, falling down her back like a river of gold. He had the sudden; urge to touch it, just reach out and stroke it, comb his fingers through the endless gold strands. She tensed, then realxed, when she found strong fingers combing through her hair, playing with the strands, brushing the tangles that had formed while she slept. She smiled, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks, and she found herself feeling.... safe. She felt warm and protected, and calm. Slowly, she raised her head to look at his, and found sapphire orbs staring into hers. 'Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. No, Serena, sweetie, BREATHE!' She found her mind reminding her, but the breath caught in her throat. Their heads began to come together, and Serena closed her eyes, licking her lips unconciously. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! The shrill bell of a smoke detector broke them apart, and Serena's first thought was: 'This had better be good!' She then glanced over at the stove, where a flaming pancake burned in it's pan. "HOLY !! MY GOD, WHAT THE HAPPENED! AWW, !" Darien bolted from where he held Serena and over to the stove, grabbing a dishtowel before throwing it on the stove, over the pancake. The flame went out, and Serena, finally out of her state of shock, coughed from the smoke while running around, opening windows and screen doors. She looked over at Darien, who was shaking his head while looking at the pancake's remains. "You get that one!" she chirped. Darien sighed, and looked over at Serena, who was struggling with the beach chair and bag that she'd insisted she carried on the way to the beach. Her left foot fell in a hole that some kid had dug the night before and not re-filled well, and she tripped, landing in the sand. The black haired young man smirked, and then extended a hand to her. "Need help, Meatball Head?" She growled. "I can get up perfectly fine on my own, Darien!" She picked her small frame up out of the sand, and brushed her white button up shirt off and khaki shorts. "I just thought that here would be a good place to put our stuff!" He rolled his eyes. "Yeah right." He then looked. The spot was far enough away from the water not to get drenched at high tide, but not that far so that it was a long walk up the beach. It was only half-full today, despite the fact that the sun was shining clearly, and the water was nice and warm. "It is a good spot, though." He agreed, and Serena looked at him, shocked. "Did you just agree with me?" He glared at the blonde. "Just be quiet and help me set up the umbrella." She flopped back on the blanket, wiping the sweat off her forehead. "Phew. It's so hot out. I'm definitley ready for a swim!" She bolted up in a flash, and started to unbutton her shirt. Pulling it off, she revealed a low cut pink Hawaiian print bikini top, sculpted stomach that resulted from 50 sit-ups a day (at Luna's insistence), and tanned skin that streched over slender curves. Slipping off her khakis, boy cut trunks that matched the top was revealed, along with long, tanned legs. Darien balked at the angel standing there in front of him. She bit her lip and looked nervously at him. 'Darien, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.' He tore his eyes away from her, and began to unbutton his white shirt. It was her turn to gasp. If she had thought he'd looked good in a wifebeater, then.... 'DAMN! He's got an 8 pack!' Serena found herself reminding her lungs to breathe. She stared at the musuclar older man, and he looked over at her. She snapped back to reality (not entirely willingly), and smiled weakly at him. His muscular, tanned chest shone in the sunlight, and Serena felt her knees turn to jelly. She gulped, and smiled weakly at him. "Do you have any sunscreen?" ~The joys of sunscreen~ He watched, trying not to laugh, as the petite blonde in front of him was desperately trying to reach her back and put sunscreen on it. No matter how flexible Serena was, though, she couldn't reach the part of her back that was most painful to be burned. "Here, Sere, let me help." Serena looked at him, and he realized what he'd just said. "Er, sorry, Serena." "No, no. Actually, I liked you calling me Sere. Andrew and Molly called me that when I was a kid, but then Molly switched schools for a bit and Andrew grew up..." she trailed off, realizing she was babbling. It was just too weird, though, almost like she'd heard him call her Sere before. *Flashback!* "Sere, you know I'd never let them hurt you!" The dark haired man reassured her, his blue eyes shimmering in the moonlit sky. *Flash* Darien grabbed the small pink bottle from Serena's hand, and poured a little bit of the lotion in his hand. 'Okay, Darien, remember, you and her are JUST friends. You will NOT lose control. Pretend she's.... Mimi from Drew Carey Show. She is NOT Sere.' his mind reminded him, and his strong hands tentavley touched the soft skin of her back. Her blue eyes flew wide open, and then shut, as the hands began to gently massage the oil in. She bit her lip, trying to keep the groan building up in her throat to stay there. Her skin felt like it was on fire, her heart felt like she'd just done the Mile Run for PE. 'Serena! Stay in control! You aren't going to surrender, capeesh? Sere!' Her mind screamed at her, and then realized it's mistake. It had called her Sere. Even though Serena didn't like it, she was falling hard and fast for Darien. 'Serena, Bunny, this is the guy that you love to HATE! The concited jerk? The really hot snobby college guy with sapphire eyes you could melt in and those chiseled features and....' At that point, Darien moved closer so that Serena's back was pressing against his hard stomach, and his hands moved to carress her stomach, carved and small. Serena gasped slightly, and there were no more thoughts. She couldn't quite feel her body anymore, and she felt lightheaded. His breathing had sped up a bit, and Serena imagined the lips that were hovering dangerously close to her ear kissing it, maybe even nibbling on her earlobe... She shivered at the thought, and the small movement brought the both of them to their senses. Bang. Serena was at one end of the blanket, Darien at the other. They stared at each other, until a unidentified flying object landed between them on their blanket. Serena looked at the white frisbee, and wondered where it came from. She then saw the lettering on the front, which read, 'Carpe Diem.' 'Seize the day? Oh my God... is this some sort of conspiracy?' Darien looked up at the heavens, and wondered if Sere knew what it meant. He looked at her paled face, which was staring warily at the frisbee, almost like it was going to get up and do a little dance for her. "Oh, there it is. Fiona, I found it!" A petite blonde haired girl was standing there, and Darien seemed to know her from somewhere. He shrugged it off, and picked up the frisbee. "Is this yours?" "Yeah, thanks. Sorry 'bout that. My sister can't throw for crap." The girl stuck her tounge out at a brunette, who was standing next to Fiona, a redhead. She then grabbed the frisbee, and took off, waving over her shoulder. "Aimee, throw it to Elena!" Fiona yelled, and Darien shook off the feeling of deja vu, and turned back to Serena. Aimee skipped over to the blond guy, and handed him the frisbee. "Tell me again, Andrew, why you wanted me to throw that?" she asked, batting her eyelashes innocently at the guy. Aimee had learned that to get info from people, act innocent, and flirtatious if said person happened to be a guy. The redhead next to him rolled her eyes, and in a New York accent said: "Because their meant for each other, DUH!" Aimee rolled her eyes. "Whatever." SHe stalked off, over to her sisters. ~Poker.... the other white meat~ "Hit me." "OW! Not funny, Sere!" The blonde in front of him giggled, her long hair, still damp from the day's swimming, hanging limply over her shoulders. She then passed him the two cards, and Darien looked at the cards in his hands. Hmm... "We're betting which cd gets to play next, right?" she asked, looking at the man, while chewing her lip nervously. He grinned. 'So, the little bunny has a bad hand? Well, then.' his mind grinned evilly, matching the one on his face. It was an almost predatory grin, and Serena shivered at it, just the look in his eyes making her heart speed up and her stomach go on 'spin dry'. "If you win, Sere, you can play... Jennifer Lopez." Serena smiled slightly, and Darien then caught the dangerous look in her eyes. "And if you win, you can listen to.... Silverchair." Darien raised his eyebrow. Serena hated Silverchair, she called it depressing. And that's when he realized what the look in her eyes meant. He laid down his cards, 3 Kings, 0ne Ace, and a Queen. Her delicate fingers than laid down her cards. Darien gulped. "Full house," she grinned, and indeed it was. 'Whoever knew the Meatball Head had it in her.' She skipped over to the cd player, and put on Jennifer Lopez, not noticing the "shuffle" sign blinking. And that was when "Could this be Love?" started to play. 'If you only knew What I've been going through Waiting and wanting you Could this be love?' The soft music played, and Serena nervously went back to her place next to Darien. She shuffled the cards, and then squeaked in pain. "Sere, what's wrong?' Darien asked worriedly. "Nothing, just a papercut." She extended her finger for him to see, and a small spot of blood had appeared. Before Darien even knew what he was doing, he caught her finger in his lips, his intention being to kiss the blood away. However, the meaning of this gesture suddenly blasted into his brain as Serena gasped. 'How, tell me how will I know, Will my heart make believe it so? Or can I trust the way I feel If you could read my mind You see how hard I've tried Still I can't decide.' His tounge gently carressed her finger, licking away the blood. Serena shivered in delight, electricity running up her spine. He released the finger, and they stared at each other. Darien felt his control crumbling, and threw all caution to the wind. He pulled the tiny blonde into his arms. She looked at him, and closed her eyes, lavender folds of skin covering the blue. Her pink lips were slighlty parted, and just begging to be kissed. 'If you only knew, What I've been going through, Waiting and wanting you, could this be love? Oh, tell me could this be love?' His lips caught hers, and a jolt of electricity flowed through them as the chaste kiss carried on for a couple moments. Serena felt her breathe slip away, and decided that she really didn't care. Her mind faded, her thoughts slipped away, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, noting how this felt so right. So incredibly warm. Her knees gave out, and Darien held her tighter, closer to him, their bodies fitting perfectly together. The pressure on her mouth increased, and Serena opened her mouth, letting him taste her. She tasted like peaches and cream, which, Darien decided, was now his favorite food. They stood there for a moment, kissing each other deeply, until, their need for breath was too great, and he drew away, butterfly kissing her closed eyelids. She smiled, and held him tightly as his kisses blazed a trail down her neck, buring themselves in her throat. "Sere..." He murmered before tipping her back, and Serena moaned, wondering how Darien had managed to do this to her. How he could make her feel this way. 'Please, God, don't let this end!' she thought, afraid it was a dream, a wish, a figment of her overactive imagination. Finally, his lips moved back up to hers, and they stayed like that for awhile. ~What Dreams May Come~ They kissed most of the evening away, until they found themselves smoothing out the wrinkles in their clothes, and blushing, then scurrying off to bed. The next morning came for Serena all too quickly. She was dreaming, that she was in a gown like a princess', wearing Sailor Moon's tiara, and holding her school books. Three men stood in front of her. The first, a man in shining armour, smiled at her lovingly. "Serenity, you know you love me, your Endymion... do you remember me, love?" She nodded, and started to step torwards the prince. "Wait! Sailor Moon, what about me? The one who always saves you in the nick of time?" Tuxedo Mask stepped out of the shadows, and Serena felt her heart tugging towards him. She stepped towards him, until one more voice stopped her. "Sere, what about me?" Darien Chiba appeared, and Serena's eyes pooled with tears. Which one? How could she choose, between her prince, her savior, and Darien? How? "Serenity, Serena, Sailor Moon." A woman appeared, in a white dress with silver hair, done in "meatballs" just like Serena's. The symbol of the Moon was on her forehead, and Serena gasped. 'The queen!' "Follow your heart, and you shall find your true love." The queen then disappeared, leaving a fallen Serena, sobbing on the ground. Darien found himself having a similar dream. He was fighting alongside Sailor Moon, and he turned,thinking all was well, and leaped up to leave, when three screams pierced the air. He turned, and the youma was launching spikes at three girls, all petite blondes, with their hair done in the same style. One was wearing a long white dress, and the Moon symbol was on her forehead. "Endymion...." she whispered, terror apparent in her voice. The next girl was in a short blue sailor skirt, and a pretty pink wand was in her hand. "Tuxedo Mask!" she cried, terrified also, begging for her saviour. The last girl was in a sailor style blue uniform, and all of her energy was drained. She turned weakly to look at him, and whimpered, "Darien, don't let me die!" He could only save one. Darien woke up shivering and worried. He knew what he had to do. He had to choose. ******************************************************************** The LAST part is coming up soon, guys! yay! NEways, please send me fanfic at amethyst@tuxedomask.com Love, Chocolate, and Peace be with you Amethyst Amethyst