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Disclaimer: Yep, still don't own
Sailor Moon. Neither do I own
the Incredible Hulk nor those 
munchkins from the Wizard of Oz. 
To each character their 
respective owners. 
 
 
Chronicle Six
 
 To be quite frank, I felt like someone had repeatedly 
 
bludgeoned me with a satchel of cement bricks. Undoubtedly, 
 
while I critically inspected my pale, utterly sorry looking face, 
 
I looked like I had suffered such an experience. 
 
 With the assistance of an excellent lubricant, (and no, 
 
not that type you gutter minded folk) I had managed to squeeze 
 
my plump bottom into my office chair and set out to perfect a
 
marketing presentation for an important client who, as my boss 
 
gracefully claimed, “Ate, drank, and shit money.” 
 
 So commendable was my work ethic that I even forced 
 
myself to endure the janitors’ late night song and dance routines, 
 
sometimes complete with frilly, brightly colored costumes. 
 
Inject shiver. Mr. Kamito’s imitations of Ricky Martin’s derriere 
 
sashays continued to vividly haunt my memories. 
 
 Scary. How utterly scary.
 
 Truly, I deserved the ‘Employee of the Decade’ award for
 
surviving such frightening prospects. Especially when four 
 
custodians had donned outfits that oddly resembled those of the 
 
Village People and began to wildly prance to the beats of ‘YMCA.’ 
 
 So, as Fate would have it, just as I was about to collapse 
 
happily onto the plush covers of my beckoning bed, the portable 
 
phone rang. Angrily, I stared at the ringing contraption, 
 
hopefully willing it into silence with the ugliness of my look. 
 
When it did not heed my silent warnings, I reached over and 
 
snarled nastily, “Yeah?” 
 
 “And good evening to you, Sunshine!” giggled Mina, sounding 
 
far too happy and well rested to me, who had only received less 
 
than 12 hours of sleep in the past two weeks.
 
 “Seeing that I have acquired more, highly unattractive 
 
wrinkles than an elephant, this had better be good. No, wait, let 
 
me rephrase that. Pretty damn good,” I negatively growled, happily 
 
imagining myself reaching through the phone line and wringing her 
 
oblivious neck. 
 
 “You wouldn’t mind if the girls and I stopped over, would 
 
you?”
 
 “Yes, I would, actually! I’m nearly falling over from 
 
fatigue, and I’m hardly in the hostess mo—,” I paused in mid tirade 
 
when the doorbell rang. Closing my eyes and muttering a trillion 
 
Hail Mary’s for my murderous thoughts, I choked out, “You wouldn’t 
 
happen to be standing at my door?”
 
 “Uhh…no?” 
 
 Without bothering to respond, I carelessly hurled the 
 
telephone across the room and raced to the entrance. I had my own 
 
strong suspicions exactly who, or more accurately a group of whom, 
 
was waiting on the other side. 
 
 My door flung open, revealing me, (tada!) who was glaring 
 
quite frightening. “You don’t realize how hard it is to battle 
 
against the temptation of strangling each and every one of you 
 
right now.”
 
 “Told you she was in a glorious mood,” murmured Mina, 
 
nervously edging away when I fiercely nailed her with a death-
 
inducing glance. 
 
 “I am going to slam this door shut unless I hear a damn 
 
good reason why my precious sleep was so rudely interrupted.”
 
 “Wow…you really should do something about those dark 
 
circles. It looks like someone gave you two, nasty black eyes,” 
 
sincerely observed Lita. As she leaned forward to poke and examine 
 
my scrunched face, she was immediately pulled back by an observant 
 
Rei, who noted my tightening expression. 
 
 “Thanks for elegantly pointing that out,” I fumed. Honestly, 
 
did I need someone else to point out that I looked like something 
 
the cat dragged in! Inject annoyed growl. 
 
 “Mind if we come in?”
 
 “Yes.”
 
 I relished the confused pause. Yes, I realize I can be purely 
 
evil. Isn’t it wonderful?
 
 “But we have a present for you!” chirped Ami, dangling the gift 
 
bag like a marinated steak. My eyes instantly followed its pendulum 
 
like swung, and my body was consumed by that childish impulse to 
 
lunge at it. That feeling was very reminiscent of my wolfish behavior 
 
on Christmas morning as a child. 
 
 Luckily, I fought against that magnetic sensation, and snapped, 
 
“How exciting. I’m riveted, really I am. Come back tomorrow.” 
 
 Before I could even savor the satisfaction of slamming the door 
 
in their faces, (I realize I was acting beyond genteel, but it was the 
 
lack of sleep talking, not sweet, angelic me!) Rei, with her customary 
 
air of bossiness, dryly laughed. 
 
 “Listen here, Meatball Head, we did not drive over here to waste 
 
our gas, especially with those monstrous prices.” With that explanatory 
 
comment, she immediately strode forward, valiantly fighting a growing 
 
grin when she observed my bewildered face. Nodding and murmuring 
 
their agreement, the rest of my dearly beloved, soon to be departed 
 
friends scrambled in suit, each woman trying not to be at the back 
 
of the huddle. They fearfully whispered among themselves of the strange 
 
gleam in my eyes and the possibility of me transforming into the 
 
Incredible Hulk. Snapping out of my amazed trance, I flounced after 
 
the murmuring pack. 
 
 Some would compliment their faithfulness, but I simply denounced 
 
it as annoying persistence. 
 
 “Sit down, sit down,” clucked Mother Hen Ami, pulling me beside 
 
her and affectionately slipping her arm through mine. 
 
 Before I could bitch about their discourtesy, Mina skipped to 
 
the center of my living room, cleared her throat, and began in a 
 
ridiculously dramatic voice, “Seeing how diligently you have worked on 
 
that marketing presentation, the girls and I decided to reward your 
 
efforts with a gift from our hearts. Let us hope it fulfills its uses.” 
 
 Somehow, the others found her last comment highly amusing, for 
 
much to my irritation, they dissolved into high pitched peals of 
 
laughter.  At once, they exploded into thunderous applause and hoots, 
 
seemingly dazzled by her words. Lita kicked my feet to signal that I 
 
should mirror their actions, but I positively refused to partake in 
 
their insanity. 
 
 Such strange creatures. I often wondered how I wound up with 
 
such an odd lot. 
 
 “Oh, for Pete’s sake, can you stop it already!” I cried after 
 
five minutes of consecutive clapping. Shaking her head at my impatient 
 
outburst, my fair friend glided forward, sweepingly bowed, and deposited 
 
a glittery, lavender gift bag into my unexpected lap. 
 
 Sighing rather loudly, I began to sift through the contents, 
 
which thus far consisted mainly of tissue paper. And even more tissue 
 
paper, I noted with furrowed eyebrows. Whatever this present was, it 
 
was buried by at least twenty five pounds of tissue paper. Finally, 
 
I gingerly reached for something neon pink near the bottom of the gift 
 
bag. 
 
 I was rendered utterly speechless. It was…
 
 “Only five speed?” I feigned a disappointed expression, 
 
clutching at my heart as if in physical agony.
 
 “Amazing. I didn’t realize you were such an insatiable horn 
 
dog,” commented Ami in astonishment, adjusting her glasses to closely 
 
scrutinize me. Shocked by the uncharacteristic remark, I chortled at 
 
her reaction and at the ludicrous gift my wacky gaggle had purchased. 
 
 “All right, you guys managed to somewhat cheer me up, stop 
 
smiling like braggarts.” 
 
 “I believe Darien Junior was just what the doctor ordered,” 
 
declared Mina happily. 
 
 Upon hearing her casual slip, I actually choked on my own 
 
saliva, and began to cough violently. Lita’s protective instincts 
 
suddenly reared their motherly head as she repeatedly whacked me on 
 
the back, bellowing ‘breathe!’ in a commanding voice.  
 
 “Come again?” I gasped after I barely recovered. 
 
 “It shouldn’t be such a surprise! Seeing that you already 
 
have an insane crush on the actual gentleman, Darien Junior seemed 
 
only appropriate,” hastily explained my blonde friend, rounding my
 
quaint dining table when she noted my hands tightly clench. 
 
 “Firstly, twenty nine year old women do not develop childish 
 
‘crushes!’ Secondly, I do not have a crush on Darien!” 
 
 “Would obsession be a better term?” Ami thoughtfully 
 
suggested.
 
 “This is ridiculous! I have no feelings for Darien, 
 
whatsoever.”
 
 “What about lust?”
 
 “Lust isn’t an emotion,” I quickly quipped, blushing at 
 
the appearance of their smug grins. “Stop smiling like that.”
 
 “Then, pray tell, what is lust?”
 
 “Err…the bodily demonstration of hormones gone bonkers, 
 
of course.” 
 
 
Reference: Page 165 of Serena’s Dictionary. 
*Note: Disregard Webster’s version* 
 
 
 
 
 The definition sounded genuine enough, I mentally 
 
commended myself. 
 
 “Unfortunately, you couldn’t be more wrong. Lust is the 
 
basis for many relationships.” 
 
 “Fortunately, I have no intentions of even forming the base 
 
of a relationship with Darien.”
 
 “Keep your shirt buttoned, Meatball Head. We were only 
 
teasing,” Rei soothed, clasping my hands with hers. 
 
Haughtily tossing my ponytail over my shoulder, I nonchalantly 
 
replied,  “Quite right, the sheer possibility of Darien and I 
 
getting together is laughable enough.”
 
 “Before the Blonde Bombshell detonates, why don’t we head 
 
back home, troop?” forcibly proposed Rei before love guru Mina could 
 
comment. 
 
 “Great idea, I’m about to fall over from fatigue,” I 
 
smothered a yawn. 
 
 “Girls, you wouldn’t believe it! Yesterday, I met the most 
 
wonderful man at the grocery store!” chattered Lita. In her state 
 
of excitement, she rattled the frail Ami like a rag doll as she 
 
skipped to the door. 
 
 “Let me guess, he reminded you of your old boyfriend?” I 
 
quipped solemnly, biting my lip to keep from releasing a shout of 
 
laughter when she glanced wondrously at me.
 
 “How did you know that?”
 
 “Wild guess, of course.”
 
 “As amazing as her powers of deduction are, I’m afraid we 
 
must be going. Now,” Rei insistently tugged on Lita’s leather 
 
purse, shaking her head disapprovingly at my wicked sense of humor. 
 
 “Thanks for the gift!” I shouted after their disappearing 
 
 
figures. With an exhausted sigh, I trudged back to my bedroom, 
 
and promptly collapsed into a nearly death like slumber. 
 
 
 
 
 “What are you doing here?” I demanded, fixing an admittedly 
 
rude look upon the approaching Darien. With his slate gray business 
 
suit perfectly outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he 
 
looked every bit the suave, utterly gorgeous businessman, I grumpily 
 
noted through lowered eyelashes.
 
 “I was invited to lunch with the girls today, if you must 
 
 
know,” listlessly explained Darien, placing his briefcase on the chair 
 
beside me. As he shrugged off his jacket and loosened his silk, 
 
periwinkle tie, my mouth positively watered when I instantly noted 
 
the defined muscles rippling beneath his impeccably starched, white 
 
dress shirt.
 
 
Bad Serena: Take it off, take it off!
Good Serena: I got a dollar!
Bad Serena: Isn’t that supposed to be my line?
 
 
 I shook my head, as if trying to mentally rouse my dormant 
 
common sense. He was even infecting my morally opposing hosts! 
 
Honestly, what was wrong with me? 
 
 “Oh? And by whom?” 
 
 “If I’m not mistaken, it was Lita.” 
 
 I muttered something about where the loyalties of true 
 
friends lay before returning to my menu, trying to ignore his warm 
 
presence when he occupied the seat beside me. After a few seconds, 
 
I sneaked a glance, only to find the insufferable jerk staring quite 
 
openly at me. Much to my annoyance, my heart leapt out of my chest, 
 
and suddenly my hormones began to perform the ‘shagging’ ritual. 
 
Realizing my face continued to resemble a tomato more and more as 
 
the seconds ticked by, I purposefully shielded myself with the 
 
laminated menu. 
 
 Stupid, stupid Serena. Stop acting so daft! My mental 
 
chastisements were interrupted by rich, velvety laughter. 
 
 “What’s so funny?”
 
 “Nothing.” 
 
 Uneasily, (well, only on my part, the exasperating jerk 
 
looked perfectly composed) we placed our orders with yet another, 
 
susceptible schoolgirl of a waitress. Thrice, I had to repeat my 
 
order because she was too preoccupied with displaying her basketball 
 
twins to listen to my requests for a grilled chicken Caesar salad. 
 
 Women. 
 
 Arms crossed across my chest, I watched as Darien’s eye 
 
momentarily followed after the seductive waitress before returning 
 
my disapprovingly glare. 
 
 “What is it now, sweetheart?” 
 
 “I’m not your sweetheart, mister. And I was just reminded 
 
of men’s innate ability to act like pigs.” 
 
 Once we received our orders, Darien thoughtfully commented, 
 
“I don’t think I’ll ever understand you.” 
 
 “Did I ask for you to understand me?” I retorted, deliberately 
 
turning my head opposite of his direction.
 
 He chose that timely moment to chuckle quietly. Deducing 
 
that I was the object of his amusement, I glowered threateningly and 
 
demanded, “Will you stop laughing at me?” 
 
 “I don’t think you realize how adorable you are,” he casually 
 
lifted a hand to my blushing cheeks. Propping an elbow on the table, 
 
he slowly leaned towards me, sensually stroking my high cheekbones. 
 
That finger slowly traveled south to trace my bottom lip, undoubtedly 
 
rubbing off my already fading lipstick. My tongue, moving on its own 
 
accord, sneaked out to wet my suddenly dry mouth, but in turn, licked 
 
his probing finger. His eyes, watching the entire display with heavy 
 
lids, flew up to meet my wide ones. For several, impossibly long moments, 
 
he gazed piercingly at me, as if trying to decide how to respond to my 
 
wanton actions. Moving, let alone breathing properly, was out of 
 
question, as I found myself rooted to my chair. I believe that I tried 
 
to speak, but embarrassingly enough, it sounded like unintelligible 
 
gurgles. 
 
 My eyes closed fittingly when I felt his breath brush against
 
my parting lips. I was bombarded with the sensations of strong fingers 
 
outlining the cups of my bra, a lush mouth nuzzling my ears. 
 
 Heavens, I wanted that man to kiss me senseless and much, much 
 
more. 
 
 And just as I admitted that to myself, my evil, useless cell 
 
phone sprang to life with a digital interpretation of the Sugar Plum 
 
Fairy sequence.
 
 
 “Damn it!” I muttered rather loudly, my trembling fingers 
 
fumbling for my pocketbook. Since I am a nimble person and I am 
 
capable of conducting myself appropriately, I happened to knock over 
 
my purse in the hapless process, spilling all the contents onto the 
 
table. 
 
 “Damn it!” this time, I shouted my frustration. Hastily, I 
 
shoved makeup compacts, random receipts, breakfast bars, and candy 
 
wrappers back into my shoulder bag, pleading with every deity that 
 
entered my mind for just one, uninterrupted minute.
 
 “I’m assuming that this is yours?” 
 
 “Thank y—eek!” I screeched, flailing my arms as I leapt out 
 
of my seat, my face contorted with absolute horror.
 
 “Sorry we’re late, traffic was a pure monster!” announced 
 
Rei, completely unaware of my present situation. Scrutinizing her 
 
closer, I reconsidered her innocence. 
 
 “Serena? What’s wrong, honey?” demanded Lita, but her 
 
inquiries were instantly hushed when she noted the line of my 
 
 
vision. 
 
 “How the HELL did that get in my purse!” I shouted, wildly 
 
pointing to a painfully familiar neon pink object embedded in 
 
Darien’s pasta. Averting a half furious, half mortified stare to 
 
my guilty gaggle of former comrades, I repeated my question with a 
 
double measure of pure, feminine rage. 
 
 “Hughes, calm down,” Darien soothed, his hands rubbing the 
 
stiff muscles of my back with infinite care. 
 
 “Calm down? I think it’s going to take at least two weeks 
 
before my face returns to its normal color! Just look at that…at 
 
that…!” I stuttered idiotically, grasping for the appropriate phrase. 
 
 I wasn’t certain who the culprit was, but I distinctively 
 
heard someone murmur ‘penis pasta.’ My eyes narrowed, trying to 
 
discern the brave comedian in the making.
 
 “Oh, very clever! I didn’t think you girls were capable 
 
of something so underhanded, so despicable! Clearly,” gesturing 
 
to the horrifying evidence, “I was wrong!” 
 
 “I’m sure it began as an innocent joke, no harm intended. 
 
Besides, it’s not as if I was born yesterday, Hughes. I am 
 
aware that plenty of healthy, attractive women use similar..,” he 
 
quickly groped for a suitable word, “instruments to keep alive. 
 
Really, it’s not something to get riled about. Here, by the way,” 
 
he nudged me and discreetly offered me the pleasure oriented 
 
contraption. 
 
 “Excuse me, but I do not use that…that instrument to keep 
 
me alive, thank you very much!” I snapped. Snatching the cleaned 
 
vibrator out of his grasp, I quickly shoved it into my pocketbook 
 
while I surreptitiously surveyed the entire restaurant for onlookers. 
 
Luckily, everybody was too concerned with their own food to worry 
 
about a particular, half crazed blonde and her vibrator troubles. 
 
Somehow, that oddly comforted me. 
 
 “Darien’s absolutely right. How about we all sit down, 
 
like normal adults, and enjoy our lunch break?” placidly suggested 
 
Ami, elegantly sliding into her usual seat while silently imploring 
 
me with her convincing, indigo eyes. 
 
 “Easy for you to say,” I muttered, but obeyed her plea for 
 
harmony. Cautiously, as if expecting me to explode and lash out 
 
randomly, the others slowly seated themselves. Out of the corner 
 
of my eye, I could see Rei visually tracing the route for the 
 
nearest fire escape should I do something deliciously horrible like 
 
attack her with my fork and spoon. Mina was ever so slightly moving 
 
her seat closer to Lita, clearly hoping that the brunette would 
 
shield her from any attacks.
 
 “So, what should I order?” questioned Rei.
 
 “Spaghetti sounds good today. I’ve been craving that for 
 
weeks now,” Lita babbled while she curiously noted Mina pressed 
 
closely to her armrest, ducked down in the strangest defensive 
 
stance.
 
 “Good idea.” 
 
 “You guys all set with your orders?” the waitress returned, 
 
fluttering her eyelashes at a grinning Darien. I rolled my eyes, 
 
the pig. And to think I actually wished he would kiss me senseless. 
 
Was I taking wrongly prescribed medication? 
 
 
Bad Serena: Would overactive hormones be considered a medication?
Me: Oh, shaddup! 
 
 
 Darien did not turn me on, damn it! How many times did I 
 
need to remind my sex deprived body that? So what if his shoulders 
 
were wonderfully broad, especially in those tailored business suits? 
 
So what if his hands were just the most enticing combination of 
 
callused tenderness? So what if I was fighting against the headiest 
 
urge to leap into his lap, rip off that beautiful Ralph Lauren suit, 
 
and ravage the poor man until he and I couldn’t walk for a week? 
 
 Disgusted with myself, I took a wholly unfeminine swig of 
 
my water and monstrously burped out my frustrations. 
 
 “Bravo,” he quietly commented, while the others, waitress 
 
included, stared openly at me. 
 
 Hardly caring of their quite obvious thoughts, I defiantly 
 
drained the remaining drops in my glass. After the vibrator 
 
incident, what else could possibly match that?
 
 “I’ll take your penis pasta,” Rei decided from behind her 
 
menu.
 
 Well, that remark slid in as a close second.
 
 Quickly registering what actually slipped out of her mouth, 
 
she actually gasped in pure shock, and stammered stupidly to correct 
 
herself. “I mean, er, just pasta! No penis included. Ouch! I 
 
mean, yes, spaghetti and meatballs. By balls, I mean—OUCH!” After 
 
she finally choked out an innuendo free order, she glared at Lita, 
 
whose lips was twitching suspiciously. Then, ever so warily, she 
 
swiveled her gaze to me. If it wasn’t for Ami-the-Pacifist, who was 
 
trying her best to act mature about the damn situation, I would have 
 
reached into my purse and easily whacked her over the head with very
 
object she found so hilarious. Darien made no attempts to even hide 
 
his amusement, as he laughed outright at the former priestess’ 
 
wonderful ability to dig herself into deep, pain promising cavities.
 
 “Stop glaring at me, it was a sincere accident!” Rei argued.
 
 “The penis pasta slip up or placing my ‘gift’ in my purse?”
 
 “The penis slip up, of course!”
 
 “So you deliberately staged the entire vibrator spaghetti 
 
scenario!”
 
 “Stop placing words in my mouth! I never said that!”
 
 “Oh? Exactly what are you trying to say?” 
 
 My, wasn’t I on a roll? I definitely picked up a few 
 
pointers from Dad, having been interrogated by him numerous times 
 
for being caught red handedly sneaking into my own house. Somehow, 
 
he was highly doubtful of the possibility of me sleepwalking. 
 
Perhaps the heavy makeup and the outrageously miniscule amount of 
 
clothing I was wearing were a giveaway. 
 
 Mina, sensing her desperation and my bloodlust, reached 
 
over, patted her on the back, and advised piteously, “Why don’t you 
 
just quit while you’re ahead?”
 
 
 
 “Stop acting like such a child, Hughes,” a silky baritone 
 
purred in my ear. As I prepared a witty retort to his gentle 
 
chastisement, I felt a familiar hand encircle the nape of my neck, 
 
applying just the perfect bit of pressure to send stimulating thrills 
 
down my spine. But instead of leaning into his warmth, I shrugged 
 
off his touch and bristled like a raging wolf. 
 
 “It wasn’t the least bit funny! To be perfectly honest, it 
 
was quite embarrassing!” I angrily corrected him, stamping my foot to 
 
display my extreme sophistication. 
 
 “Oh?”
 
 “Oh, I’m sure it’s just hilarious to you, Mr. I’m-the-Most-
 
Wanted-Bachelor-in-Tokyo! Isn’t just hysterical that I, Serena Hughes, 
 
need a vibrator to survive a sorry excuse of a love life? Well,” I 
 
abruptly turned to face Darien, who had been quietly trailing behind 
 
me while I loudly ranted, and poked his broad chest repeatedly, “you 
 
couldn’t be more wrong! I don’t need a plastic, neon pink pleasure 
 
toy to get my kicks!” 
 
 Several onlookers momentarily paused mid-step and overtly 
 
gawked at my rather explicit exclamation. One senior citizen, who 
 
had been hobbling about on her cane, shouted at me to display some 
 
decency in public, but immediately shut up once I threatened to 
 
filch her walking stick.
 
 
Annoying Inner Voice: So you sunk that low to insult old, 
defenseless ladies?
 
 
 Damn straight.
 
 “There’s nothing wrong with that, I’d say it’s only 
 
natural. And besides, I don’t believe you’re pathetic at all. 
 
Far from pathetic, actually,” he grinned, and trapped my hand 
 
between his own and his muscular chest.
 
 “Please, lying doesn’t suit you, Langston. I recommend for 
 
you to remain obnoxiously truthful,” I scornfully advised, watching 
 
in half horror, half excitement when he lifted my hand and brushed 
 
his extremely wicked lips against my knuckles. I nearly fainted 
 
on the bustling streets of Tokyo when his delicious mouth slid across 
 
my fingers and softly kissed the tips of my fingers. Faintly, I 
 
heard several female bystanders sigh dreamily. 
 
 Startled wouldn’t even describe my emotions when I ripped 
 
my stare from his roving lips and found a decent crowd of half 
 
drooling women surrounding us. One lady, luxuriously lost in a mink 
 
coat, whacked her balding husband with her Gucci purse and, while 
 
irately indicating to Darien, demanded, “Why can’t you be more like 
 
him!” 
 
 Blushing furiously, I tugged at my hand and fiercely whispered, 
 
“Let go of me!” 
 
 “What ever is the matter, Hughes? First, you complain how men 
 
are so insensitive, but you still carp when one does shower you with 
 
attention.” 
 
 “Yes, but this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I complained 
 
of sensitivity!” I said through gritted teeth. With one, monstrous effort, 
 
I liberated my thoroughly lavished hand, which was still tingling from 
 
the sensuality of his butterfly kisses, and frowned fiercely to mask the 
 
urge to launch myself (naked!) into his arms.
 
 Refusing to make eye contact, I resumed my journey back to the 
 
office.
 
 “As I said before, I don't think I'll ever understand you,” he 
 
reflected. Rejecting the tempting inclination to mutter something 
 
vulgar, I continued to weave through the masses, pointedly ignoring 
 
his much unwanted presence. 
 
 
Serena’s rampart hormones: Who the hell said unwanted? 
Serena’s highly intelligent mind: I did, you buffoons! 
 
 
 “Good, then stop trying.”
 
 “What is your problem against me, Hughes, and men for that
 
matter?” demanded Darien, evidently my attitude finally cracking
 
through his composed exterior. Lifting an eyebrow, I propped myself
 
against a traffic pole, waiting for the pedestrian crossing sign
 
to blink. 
 
 “I just don’t understand why you enjoy bothering me with 
 
pointless questions.”
 
 “Such as…?”
 
 “Well…err…, you know!” I sputtered, averting my eyes when 
 
his wintry blue gaze became particularly piercing. As we waited
 
in a contemplative silence, he continued to regard me with
 
growing intensity, his eyes seeming to melt my frigid façade. 
 
 I almost ‘eeped’ when Darien abruptly leaned forward, his 
 
powerful hands resting lightly on my outstretched elbow. 
 
 “Actually, I haven’t a clue to what you’re talking about.
 
Why don’t you enlighten me?” he rasped, never breaking his 
 
commanding stare as his feathery touch slowly slid from
 
my elbow, down my goose bumped covered forearm, and halted at
 
my trembling fingers. His hands began to weave through mine, 
 
and I watched in fascination as his thumb began to gently 
 
massage mine in an alluring, circular motion. 
 
 “You know, those questions about women that never 
 
cease to puzzle men!”
 
 “Is it wrong to be interested in the way that you, 
 
Serena Hughes, think? Because really, it just shows my 
 
growing fascination with you,” he smiled broadly, breaking 
 
every statute of personal space as he leaned in impossibly 
 
close. Out of the corner of my eye, the Fates demonstrated
 
some mercy and decided at that moment that the traffic light
 
would change from green to red. Too inexperienced to 
 
properly handle his flustering attentions, I slipped out 
 
of his embrace and began to immerse myself with the crowd.
 
 “Can’t stand there forever!” I said, shrugging in
 
convincingly feigned innocence when Darien reappeared at my
 
side. 
 
 “Why do you do that?”
 
 “Do what?”
 
 “That!”
 
 “What’s that?” I deliberately dodged his question, knowing 
 
full and well exactly what he was referring to: my cowardly
 
ways. But, not in any way, shape, or condition was I 
 
capable of facing him, my friends, my opposing entities, my
 
heart.  After all, I was a Class One Coward, and if need be,
 
bitch. 
 
 “Save me your blonde bimbo routine. You’re too
 
intelligent for that, Hughes.” 
 
 “Look Langston, I enjoyed this heart to heart, honestly,
 
I did. But, lunch break is nearly over and my bear of a 
 
boss is probably standing right outside my office door, 
 
waiting for my arrival. Why don’t you follow in suit, call 
 
a cab, and get to work?” I breezily suggested, patting his 
 
forearm to signal my departure. 
 
 “You have exactly thirteen minutes,” Darien blocked my 
 
heavenly escape route, for all I needed to do was follow
 
the yellow brick road straight through those revolving 
 
doors. Images of brightly dressed munchkins literally 
 
danced through head, as they sang in high pitched voices to
 
that easily recognizable tune. Unfortunately, the Wicked Jerk 
 
of the Oriental East was hindering my runaway, and there was 
 
no possibly way of squeezing my voluminous curves past. 
 
 “And…?”
 
 “We’re going to talk.”
 
 “Who says?”
 
 “I say, you saucy little minx.” 
 
 “You have absolutely no authority over me, Langston.
 
I’m not another employee at your Daddy’s company,” and without
 
indulging him with a single glance behind, I strode purposefully
 
into to the building and boarded the empty elevator. Mentally,
 
I cheered louder at a football stadium during the Superbowl,
 
which is a fairly commendable feat, at my wittiness, at my luck,
 
at just how wonderfully I shoved Darien’s arrogance down his own
 
throat. 
 
 Serena, Superwoman. Wooo, I thoroughly enjoyed the sound
 
of that. 
 
 Serena, the Sensational. Wow, lightening almost struck me,
 
that nickname sounded so damn…sensational. 
 
 As more monikers bombarded my mind, the two doors that 
 
began to slide shut immediately swung back open when an expensive, 
 
Italian leather shoe squeezed in between. Gawking, I wordlessly 
 
watched as Darien sauntered into the elevator, hit that forbidden 
 
red button, and glued me to my very spot with his intense gaze. 
 
 “We're going to talk, right now,” he announced. 
 
 “What is the matter with you? I need to get back to work,
 
my boss has a tendency to send out a search and rescue even if you're
 
only a minute late!” I reminded him. Tossing my chignon in his face,
 
I leaned forward to push that same red button to resume my voyage
 
back to my office. Unfortunately, I was rendered useless when 
 
Darien grabbed my arm with little force and pressed me against the
 
wall. Too flabbergasted to speak, I gaped up at his alarmingly
 
handsome face. 
 
 “You’ve displayed the worst table manners in front of me, and
 
weren’t the least bit embarrassed. But lo and behold, a vibrator 
 
should slip into my main course, and you’re mortified.”
 
 “I think a vibrator is a bit more shocking than burping!”
 
 “Some women might beg to differ.”
 
 “Some women are not in their right minds.”
 
 “That’s very traitorous of you to admit.”
 
 “Eh, if the shoe fits.”
 
 “I think that you were implicitly revealing something, out 
 
when you were ranting about your shortcomings.” 
 
 “Will you stop saying that, already? Your thinking is completely 
 
bonkers! I could care less of your opinion of me!” 
 
 “Then explain your previous comments about me, ‘the eligible 
 
bachelor’, laughing at you, the supposed ‘pathetic single girl,’ because 
 
you own a vibrator?”
 
 I did open my mouth to protest, to deny, to cleverly comment at 
 
least. But even if the livelihood of future generations lay on my 
 
shoulders, I couldn’t have concocted a response! A gurgle, even. 
 
Immediately, I closed my O-shaped mouth, not wanting to appear any more 
 
an idiot than already possible. 
 
 Damn it, he was absolutely right. I did actually place some value 
 
on the bastard’s thoughts and opinions, more than I truly liked to admit. 
 
But his over inflated ego did not need another dosage of helium, and I 
 
was not willing to provide that extra dosage. 
 
 “And what about your unexplained bouts of jealousy?” he demanded,
 
his hands beginning to trace down the ridges of my spine. I shivered,
 
despite myself. Uneasily, I began to slide out of his embrace, but 
 
upon noting this, he only pulled me closer. 
 
 “I…I…,” I stammered, feeling my face grow red at his knowing
 
touch.
 
 “And what about this ridiculous temptation for me to kiss you?” 
 
he menacingly demanded. To that, I had no clever response, but that 
 
was hardly necessary seeing that he crushed my lips with his own. 
 
At first, I was ever resistant, both to shocked and angered by his 
 
audacious tactics. Sensing this, he pressed a warm hand to the 
 
small of my back and outlined my entire mouth with his wonderful 
 
tongue. With a surrendering sigh on my part, he invaded my mouth 
 
with sensual flicks of his tongue, and I could only arch 
 
encouragingly against his muscular body. His other hand tugged 
 
on my chignon, urging my head back. By doing this, he continued 
 
to kiss me another angle that left me completely open to the hot 
 
onslaught of his wet tongue and knowing hands. 
 
 I never had such a strong conviction for the afterlife until 
 
then, because I was certain I was in heaven. 
 
 My hands wrapped around his neck, my tongue was completely 
 
consumed with battling against his. I felt his skillful touch 
 
glide over the curve of my hip and up my ribcage, and finally, 
 
to my chest. One large hand engulfed my left breast, while his 
 
thrumb lightly rubbed my hardening nipple, evident through my 
 
white, silk blouse. As electricity spread like a wild fire in a
 
dry savanna throughout my body, I pressed into his touch and 
 
groaned into his mouth, increasing the speed of my dueling tongue.
 
 Suddenly, I wanted to be in my bedroom, instead of this the 
 
Dratted elevator. Rather on the bed, rather than pressed against 
 
the cold metal of the elevator wall. But when his thumb began to 
 
massage faster, all thoughts were lost. 
 
 It seemed like an eternity when we finally untangled ourselves.
 
I was breathing heavily, I felt like I had just finished a five 
 
Kilometer race instead of senselessly kissing the very man who had 
 
once been my sworn enemy. Feminine pride surged when I observed 
 
Darien’s flushed face and equally labored breathing, he was clearly 
 
as affected by the quite explicit kiss as I was. I had been kissed
 
plenty before, more frogs than anything remotely prince material,
 
but that…that exchange between Darien and I would remain in a
 
class by itself. 
 
 For a few seconds, we were silent, too shocked and aroused
 
to shatter the hot moment with pointless words. I had released
 
probably twenty nine years of pent up sexual frustration in that
 
one kiss, and my hormones and lips were prepared to repeat the
 
entire incident once again. Finally, Darien approached me again.
 
Leaning down, he tenderly brushed his lips against my swollen ones,
 
and murmured, “I’m going to call you this Saturday. Be sure to
 
keep your schedule and line open, Hughes.” 
 
 I nodded and gulped audibly. He smiled another heart
 
melting smile, pressed that crimson knob, and departed from my
 
particularly horny presence. 
 
 
 
News at six o’clock: Unknown blonde, claimed to be foaming at 
the mouth, is seen chasing after a cluster of four women. If the 
offender is caught, she could be charged for carrying a weapon 
without a license. Keep a lookout, she is armed and dangerous. 
 
 
 
Whew, I think that is probably one of 
my most descriptive kissing scenes to
date. I was a little hesitant writing
it, to be honest. But, once again,
tell me, dear readers, your reaction. 
 
::runs for pom poms. Adopts cheerleader-
esque smile::
 
Give me a R!
 
R!
 
Give me an E!
 
E!
 
Give me a V!
 
V!
 
Give me an I!
 
I!
 
Give me a E!
 
E!
 
Give me a W!
 
W!
 
What’s that spell?
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