| Title: UnDying Love Chapter : One Author : UsagiSmores Stalk Me? : «email» AznBabee86@hotmail.com OR PinayBrat86@hotmail.com «AOL aim» Litto Azn Bootie Rating : PG13 {Just to be on the safe side just incase I decide to add a few intimate scenes in here. Lolz!} Summary : 26 year old Darien Shields, is the son of the well-known William Shields the II...the richest man in the United States. He spends his time bedding every whore he can and thinks that his life is just perfect. What, with Beryl as his mistress and a rich father as a financial backup, nothing could possibly go wrong. He, of course, has a fortune of his own...but unbeknownst to him...he can only redeem it if he is wedded before his 27th birthday. His whole world is then turned upside down when he meets Serena Tsukino, a wealthy daughter of the infamous Countessa Maria Elizabeth, cousin to China's Empress. When they BOTH find that they have an arranged marriage due to his Grandfather's will, they can do nothing but marry. He thinks she's nothing but a snobby, shy girl, who uses money as fast as she could breathe. She thinks he's an arrogant playboy who beds woman as fast as he can mutter an insult. So what do they have in common? An "Undying Love". * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = Disclaimer: Sailor Moon does not belong to me. The End. * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = "Shit!" a raven haired, blue eyed Darien murmured as he rummaged around the blankets, throwing the pillows every which way...trying in vain to find his ringing cell phone. Finally finding it beneath a pile of clothes, he pressed talk and angrily held it up to his ear. "What the hell do you want?" he hissed, knowing very well that he was talking to his father...and not giving a damn for his foul language. "Where the hell are you?" yelled a man on the other line, his anger matching up to his son's. "Oh wait...don't tell me..." he continued on as Darien merely raked a hand through his hair. "..you're in a hotel somewhere fucking a VERY willing whore who just wants to have sex with you merely because you're filthy rich but you could give a damn. Have I taught you nothing? Have I not raised you properly? Why if you're mother were still alive she'll..." "Never...EVER...put mother into this. At least she was there for me. SHE was the one who raised me. Not YOU." Darien said, his teeth clenched and his hands practically breaking the cell phone in half due to his death grip. His father solely "hmphed" and snorted. "Precisely. She did not raise you fittingly. She has not taught you discipline nor has she taught you any manners whatsoever." "Is that the only reason why you called me? To provoke me of my life style and to speak badly of mother? Or were you just calling to see if I were still alive? Well, FATHER," he said, emphasizing the word "father" with disgust, "I am INDEED alive, which means that I still get the fortune from Grandfather instead of you." There was silence on the other line, and Darien almost regretted what he had said. Almost. "I could care less who gets the fortune. I have enough to support me. But...I am a bit disappointed that you think so ill of me. But no matter. I want you here at exactly 5:00. There are some...matters I'd like to discuss with you." and with that, his father clicked off. Darien muttered a curse beneath his breath, raking a hand through his hair again in irritation. Sitting down on the four poster bed, he angrily threw the phone at the wall. It broke into pieces, causing a large dent in the hotel's white, flourescent wall and bits of the cell phone pieces scattered on the hotel's unruly brown carpet. A hand slithered around his waist, rubbing his well-muscled torso and scratching it somewhat harshly with bright, red fake nails. Soft butterfly kisses were trailed along his neck and shoulders, one hand running through his hair and the other scratching his back. Turning him around, a woman in her early 30's with unearthly pale skin and flaming red hair, sat on his lap. She purred seductively and her fiery red lips turned into an enticing pout. "I take it things didn't go well with your father?" Darien merely ignored her question, thinking that it was the stupidest question he had ever heard of since it was pretty obvious. She frowned in annoyance when she saw that he wasn't even paying attention to her. HER! The most sought out whore for men everywhere. The best sex partner in all of history! She could've had any man in the world, but this man's handsome features, and not to mention VERY rich background, had caught her attention. Although he was 7 years her minor, she knew that no other woman could give him the kinds of pleasure that she could. Getting onto her knees, she without shame, shoved her hefty amount of bosom in his face. Before his cursed father had called, they were in the middle of a very passionate lovemaking...and she was determined to get his mind back to the pleasures they could share. He unbiasedly shoved her away from him. He just wasn't in the mood anymore, as he stooped down to pick up his discarded clothes. She growled in frustration, folding her arms to her chest and pouting up at him. "That bitch! He ruined everything." she half groaned and half whined. Darien didn't say anything as he first pulled his pants on and then his shirt. Taking out his wallet, he threw her a 500 dollar bill and headed towards the door. Turning the doorknob and opening the door, however, he paused. Turning his head slightly, he scowled. "Never call my father a bitch." and with that he slammed the door, leaving an astonished and angry Beryl in his wake. * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = Getting out of his black Supra, he walked up the beige, marble steps of his father's summer home. His father only occupied this LARGE summer house whenever he wanted to get away from his mansion and life of luxury and just kick back and relax. Freshly cut grass and the promise of blooming flowers reached his nostrils and he genuinely smiled for the first time in so long. He gazed at his surroundings, as if seeing it for the first time, which he somewhat WAS SEEING it for the first time. Shoving his hands into his pocket, he rang the doorbell, waiting impatiently for Jenkins, the butler, to open the door. Knocking again, the door was jerked open, but instead of seeing Jenkins, his father stood there, a grim expression on his weary features. Beckoning for him to come in and to follow him into the study, he sat down in his huge black, leather chair and clasped his hands together. Leaning back, he watched his son sit down in an equally comfortable chair with a keen eye. Opening his cigar box, he took one and striking a match, he lit it up. Taking a long puff, he set it down on the ash tray and leaned forward. He was going to need all the courage he could get. "What matters did you want to discuss?" Darien said, casting a cold glare at his father, a scowl reaching his lips. He watched as his father suddenly took the cigar with shaking hands and took another puff. Sighing, he took the cigar from his surprised father's grasp and smothered it in the ashtray. "You of all people should know that smoking isn't good for one's health." Darien said grimly. "Now if you don't mind me saying, would you hurry up with whatever you wanted to speak to me about so that I may go on with my life..?" "Yes...well.." his father said as he stood up, his hand clasped behind his back, as he walked towards the big window overlooking the gardens. "Well...as you already know, your Grandfather wanted you to get his fortune of 5 billion dollars as his dying wish." he hesitated to watch his son's reaction. But all he saw was a bored man of 26 who would've bolted to the door at any given chance. "Yes....and...? Is there suppose to be a point to this?" Darien asked, whilst trying to stifle a yawn. His father groaned in frustration at his son's lack of interest. "To get to the point, you can not get the money until your 27.." his father said, looking out the window once again. Darien cocked a brow and shrugged. "Ok..no problem. That's in a week anyway. I didn't think that I'd be getting the money so soon, but all the better. Now if that's all you wanted to discuss with me..." Darien said getting up from the chair and walking towards the door, "...I have some business to attend to." But his father's dry laughter stopped him, as he turned around to watch his father walking over to his chair and using it to support himself as he doubled over in humorless hoots of laughter. "Sit down, Darien." Darien scowled and remained near the door, wondering what in God's name had just overcome his father. "No, I wish to stay standing. Why do I have this very unpleasant feeling that you're not telling me everything?" "Maybe because I'm not. Now...knowing my father...he always has something up his sleeve.." "Hm...he seems a lot like you." Darien muttered as he decided to sit down after all. "Well.." his father continued, deciding to ignore his son's colorful comparison between him and his own father, "...the will was signed by the Countessa Maria Elizabeth herself!" Darien arched a brow, wondering where this was all of a sudden coming from. "So what's this have to do with the money?" he asked. "Maria had signed it in proof that she had given her permission of having her daughter, Lady Serenity, to marry!" his father grinned ear to ear, as he watched his son's VERY confused expression. "Well...good for her." muttered Darien sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. His father sighed. "Son...I don't think you're getting the point here." "What's to get?! A Lady Selenity or whatever you said her name was..." "Serenity...although I believe that she is also commonly known as Serena." his father cut in. Darien rolled his eyes. "Yeah..and like I said..whatever her name is...gets permission to marry from a Countessa Mary Lisa and that she signed Grandfather's will in living proof of her permission. So what does this have ANYTHING to do with me?" His father, smirked, a flicker of amusement glinting in his eyes. "It has EVERYTHING to do with you. Because before your 27th birthday, you MUST be wedded...to the Lady Serenity herself in order to get the money." Darien could only gape, he was for once speechless. His jaws clenched and unclenched as he raked a hand through his hair which his father knew he did whenever her was either frustrated, angry, or nervous. Standing up, he walked out of his father's study and out of the summer house towards his car. Turning the engine on, he sped out of the golden gates looking for the nearest bar to get drunk. * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = "Lady Serenity. Your mother wishes to speak with you outside in the gardens." a young servant girl, with brown curly hair braided into a sloppy French braid said as she cautiously walked over to her mistress, who was stooped over the desk, reading a novel. A young woman in her early 20's, 24 to be precise, sighed as she set her book down and got up from her cushioned seat. "Tell her that I shall be there in a minute." Serena said as she smiled down at the girl, who in turn could only gape in awe at the radiance that seemed to be radiating from off her mistress. Shaking her head, she quickly nodded her head and bowed. Walking downstairs and out towards the garden, Serena spotted her mother drinking from out of a tea cup, wearing a white sun dress and white hat, her long golden, silverish (which is why Serena's hair was gold but yet silver as well) hair tied into two elegant buns (meatballs) with little butterfly clips holding back stray wisps. Turning her gaze from the fountain, (which was a naked baby angel with only a towel-like drape to cover the bottom part of it's body, standing on only one leg and seemingly spitting out water and into the pond) to her daughter. She smiled and motioned for her to sit next to the seat beside her as she once again took another sip. Sitting down obediently, Serena sat down patiently, basking the tranquil silence exchanged between mother and daughter. Countess Maria Elizabeth (but her real name was actually Serenity as well, but she didn't want the public to mix her and her daughter up so she settled for her two middle names) cleared her throat as she set her now empty tea cup down to expect her daughter. Her daughter was the splitting image of herself, with her gold-silverish tresses pulled into their traditional buns, her sky blue orbs, and fair skin. She was a rapidly maturing young woman, with the right curves in all of the right places and a full bosom hefty enough to have any man get lost in them. She was ready to wed...which brought her mind back to the reason why she needed to talk to her daughter. "Serenity...you do remember William Shields...father of William Shields the II, right?" Serena nodded, eyeing her mother with growing curiosity. "Yes...he sadly died...did he not?" Serena asked. "Yes...and I had attended his funeral as well. He was 107 years old. He lived long and well." her mom's expression turned grim. William Shields was like the father her mother never had, and her mother had treated his death like a grieving daughter. "So...what about him?" Serena pried, folding her hands neatly in her lap. "Well...before he died, he had a dying wish. And that was to have his grand-son, Darien Shields to wed before his 27thbirthday, and if he did, he would redeem a BIG fortune of 5 billion dollars." Serena merely nodded her head, confused to why her mother would want to tell her this. "Um...that's nice to hear, mother." Her mother took her tea cup and nervously drank from it...only to frown since she had forgotten that it was already empty. "Well...daughter...this is where you come in." "Me? How do I fit into this?" Serena asked, ENORMOUSLY confused. "YOU are to be the one Darien Shields is to wed." But by then, Serena had already fainted with her mother sweatdropping and nervously calling for the guards to pick her up and bring her to her room. "Hm...that went better than I thought." she muttered. Title: UnDying Love Chapter : Two Author : UsagiSmores Stalk Me? : «email» AznBabee86@hotmail.com OR PinayBrat86@hotmail.com «AOL aim» Litto Azn Bootie Rating : PG13 {Just to be on the safe side just incase I decide to add a few intimate scenes in here. Lolz!} Summary : 26 year old Darien Shields, is the son of the well-known William Shields the II...the richest man in the United States. He spends his time bedding every whore he can and thinks that his life is just perfect. What, with Beryl as his mistress and a rich father as a financial backup, nothing could possibly go wrong. He, of course, has a fortune of his own...but unbeknownst to him...he can only redeem it if he is wedded before his 27th birthday. His whole world is then turned upside down when he meets Serena Tsukino, a wealthy daughter of the infamous Countessa Maria Elizabeth, cousin to China's Empress. When they BOTH find that they have an arranged marriage due to his Grandfather's will, they can do nothing but marry. He thinks she's nothing but a snobby, shy girl, who uses money as fast as she could breathe. She thinks he's an arrogant playboy who beds woman as fast as he can mutter an insult. So what do they have in common? An "Undying Love". * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = Disclaimer: Sailor Moon does not belong to me -.- * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = The following days were spent preparing for the wedding. Serena primarily stayed in her room, locking herself from the barbarous world and spending her last couple of days with her lifetime crush, Seiya. They had incessantly intended to marry, but with her arranged marriage to a man she did not even know, they both knew that it would never happen. Darien on the other hand, spent his last couple of days getting drunk and bedding every single whore he could come across. He KNEW he had loathed his father from the start, but he had never fancied nor suspected that his Grandfather would be as cruel. In one solitary day, his life was havocked and ruined. He was no longer one of the top 10 bachelors, nor the most sought out man considering as the news spread quickly about his wedlock to the Countessa's daughter. Conclusively, the day arrived for them to marry. It was a beautiful Saturday morning on August 3rd, and both Serena and Darien mentally noted that it would be the most putrid day of their lives. The wedding was going to be taken place in the gardens of William Shields II, Darien's father, where many guests were already starting to arrive and the last finishing touches were quickly yet carefully looked after. The guests were seated on rows upon rows of stiff, white chairs. The wedding's theme color, peach and white (excluding the men's tuxedo's of course) were everywhere! From the peach and white colored flowers (fake and real) to the cloths and rope lining up the aisle. Darien was ushered in the front of the gardens (the alter), where he stood rigidly still, his eyes cold and unreadable as his best man, Malachite Whittington (the head of the leading company for rare jewels, Moonlight Shimmers), stood by his side. Laying a comforting hand on his childhood friend, Malachite smiled reassuringly. On the other side of him, was his wife, Mina Whittington, who gave him a thumbs up sign and winked. "You'll be fine." she mouthed out, as she turned her attention back to the crowd before them. Darien grimaced. He KNEW for a fact that he was anything BUT fine. * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = Serena stood unyieldingly still on a small white stool, as the make-up artist and dresser fussed over her. The make-over artist, who marveled at her striking perfection, put as little make-up on her...complimenting the bride on her healthy smooth skin, beautiful innocent eyes, pouty lips, perky nose...and just about anything that she could have the honor to feast her eyes upon. Serena took it all in with a shaky smile, leaving her eyes transfixed on a little "spot" on the light pink walls, as she sighed. She was marrying a man she never knew nor saw! She willed the tears from her eyes and fought the urge to run...to run from it all. 'Why me??!!!' her mind seemed to scream at her. She had been an obedient daughter. Of course counting out the fact that she had snuck a few delectable chocolate candies, and not to mention staying up past midnight when her mother specifically told her that she must always sleep at 8 to keep old wrinkles and baggy eyes away. So why did they have to pick her?! Everyone should be entitled to be in the wrong once in a while, right? She sighed once more, as she willed her mind to a fantasy world...a world where she was in charge and she could forget about her marriage to a stranger. But it seemed like luck wasn't with her, as she instantly came back to reality when a poke of a sharp object came in contact with her soft stomach. "OUCH!" "I'm so sorry, Miss." apologized her dresser, as she carefully inserted the needle back into her white wedding dress. The dress was a sight to behold! With its bare back, and off-the-shoulder style, it was definitely the best that money can buy. It had a long royal train, with at least one yard left to spare, in which it would trail on the ground behind her. The fabric was of white satin, with just a tinge of peach around it's borders. The neckline swooped down to a not-so-modest bust line, but yet covered enough of her bosoms. She was to carry peach and white roses, and a veil which was generously passed down from her mother. It was the same color as her dress, and from her white high heeled shoes to her choker made of pearls and diamonds, was the last finishing touch to her apparel. Standing up, the dresser pushed the make-up artist away and beamed up at their "masterpiece". "Ah....you are ready." * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = Darien swayed to and fro, trying with little effort to sustain a yawn, as he looked sleepily towards the two glass-panned doors connected to the house, in which his soon-to-be wife would exit through. Suddenly, Alfredo, the infamous pianist who was hired to play in the wedding, cracked his knuckles and began to play "Here Comes the Bride". First came a little flower girl, Malachite and Mina's daughter, sporting long blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore a little peach dress and a beautiful crown made of real white roses. Swinging her little white basket around, she threw the little white, rose petals on the ground (in which, Darien sweatdropped, her idea of a ground was the guests) and upon seeing her father, rushed over to him and hugged his legs. A set of "aaaww's" were heard in the crowd and Malachite, with a grin, gave his daughter to her Grandmother. A little boy came out, with black hair and blue eyes, as he with a scowl walked stiffly towards the alter carrying a white cushioned pillow displaying a huge diamond ring. This one had a fiery temper and would bite everyone's head off if provoked. So much like his mother, Raye Cromwell, the wife of the leading singer, Jadeite Cromwell. Soon the bridesmaids were escorted in. Raye ushered by Jadeite in which she wore a red off-the-shoulder dress while he on the other hand wore a black tuxedo with a red handkerchief attached to his front, jacket pocket. Than came Zoisite Lexington, whose arms were proudly swung around a blue/black-haired beauty, Amy Lexington, the proud prize of NASA. Her intellectualism and dynamic wits could outsmart even the best computers, and here she was for everyone to see, wearing a dress similar to Raye's except hers was, of course, blue. Zoisite also displayed a black tuxedo, and a blue hanky on his jacket pocket. The two made an incredible pair and was expecting a baby in a month's notice. Finally a TALL brunette wearing a dark green dress came out followed by Nephrite, his jacket carried on his arm, and his white shirt carelessly tucked into his wrinkled pants. Darien had to smile. Although he was the best astronomer ever known, he still could be extraordinarily disheveled and was anything BUT tidy. His wife was also the worldwide known, Chef Makoto (in which she was given the name when she had first started her career in Japan) and had just recently come back from Paris. Finally, his father got out of the double doors, a wide grin on his face as he winked over at a very beautiful woman sitting nearby. She had the weirdest hairstyle he had ever seen and looked to be around her 20's when he was sure she was at least in her late 50's. He scowled as a name finally registered in his head. 'The Countessa Marie Elizabeth herself. How quaint.' He sighed. 'Too bad her daughter didn't inherit such beauty . . . for then why would her mother want to ship her off as soon as possible?' His father, his Grandfather, and that woman probably worked together to make his life a living hell by setting him off to marry a hag. He shuddered. Images of a woman with pimples, moles, and . . . warts . . . came into his imaginative head. He was so deep in thought, that he didn't notice the commotion going on in the crowd. Shaking his head, he saw his father trying in vain to drag a VERY unwilling bride out the door and onto the red carpet. Finally, a small, petite woman came into view as she raised her head up high with pride and dignity and walked stiffly towards the alter, her arm hooked in his father's arm. He grimaced. He couldn't see her face with that blasted veil. But he did have to admire her courage . . . for most of the women he knew would probably be bawling their eyes out . . . or most likely . . . running towards the him and shouting at the priest to get it over with so the honeymoon could start. She finally was cast off to stand by his side, her back rigidly straight and her head turned towards the priest. He sighed. He hated his life. His eyes riveted towards his wife-to-be who stood there with as much dignity as she could, her head held up high, and her head faced towards the priest. He looked down towards her manicured fingernails and long lean fingers and frowned. Her hands were shaking. He had to respect her way of taking this bit of news under short notice and would've smiled until he heard the priest say, "And do you, Darien Shields, take this lawfully wedded woman to cherish and to hold, through sickness and health, for as long as you both shall live?" Raking his hand through his hair, he cast a nervous glare towards Malachite. Malachite merely winked and turned his attention back to the preacher. Turning back to the preacher, he nodded. "I do." The preacher nodded and smiled as he turned towards Serena. "And do you, Serena Tsukino, take this lawfully wedded man to cherish and to hold, through sickness and health, for as long as you both shall live?" Serena stood there motionless, her whole body shaking vigorously. Darien turned slightly towards her, arching a brow in curiosity and impatience as he cleared his throat. Whispers could be heard in the crowd behind them, most of them in which she didn't even know. She knew that she should say no. She was in love with Seiya...right? And besides, who cares if she shamed the family name by turning down the richest man? Her mind was set . . . she would say no. "I do." * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = "You may now kiss the bride." the preacher said with a smile as he closed the bible and held it towards his chest with satisfaction. This was the moment of truth. Darien slowly lifted her veil, holding his breath and preparing himself to see a very ugly woman that his imaginative mind had conjured up. But what he saw instead definitely surprised him alright. For the woman who stood before him wasn't ugly in the least. In fact . . . she was the most beauteous woman he had ever seen. And with just one look in her big, innocent sky blue orbs, he knew his life was going to be turned upside-down . . . whether he liked it or not. Title: UnDying Love Chapter : Three Author : UsagiSmores Stalk Me? : «email» AznBabee86@hotmail.com OR PinayBrat86@hotmail.com «AOL aim» Litto Azn Bootie Rating : PG13 {Just to be on the safe side just incase I decide to add a few intimate scenes in here. Lolz!} Summary : 26 year old Darien Shields, is the son of the well-known William Shields the II...the richest man in the United States. He spends his time bedding every whore he can and thinks that his life is just perfect. What, with Beryl as his mistress and a rich father as a financial backup, nothing could possibly go wrong. He, of course, has a fortune of his own...but unbeknownst to him...he can only redeem it if he is wedded before his 27th birthday. His whole world is then turned upside down when he meets Serena Tsukino, a wealthy daughter of the infamous Countessa Maria Elizabeth, cousin to China's Empress. When they BOTH find that they have an arranged marriage due to his Grandfather's will, they can do nothing but marry. He thinks she's nothing but a snobby, shy girl, who uses money as fast as she could breathe. She thinks he's an arrogant playboy who beds woman as fast as he can mutter an insult. So what do they have in common? An "Undying Love". * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = Disclaimer: Sailor Moon does not belong to me -.- * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = * = Serena stood beside the fireplace, one hand resting on the mantle and the other clutching her robe around her body as much as possible. The reception was such a bore, and she was certain that everyone noted how the newlyweds tried in vain to stay apart. She frowned at the thought that they actually were in each other's company twice when they were forced to dance together and, she blushed, when he had to pull her corsage out and throw it to the men. "Don't get me started on the kiss ..." she muttered. She frowned, however, not liking the way her thoughts were straying towards the dark haired man ... which she thought stubbornly, that she would NEVER think of him as her husband. He wasn't exactly how she pictured him to be. If truth be told ... she thought that her mom was marrying her off to some young man who could've passed for a 70 year old, with many bald spots and a huge pot-belly. She shuttered at the image. But this man was definitely handsome in her book. Yes handsome indeed. She mentally scolded herself, nevertheless, trying to picture her beloved Seiya instead. Her very existent ... he was there for her in her ups and downs, and had a very bizarre talent to cheer her up. He was like an older brother she never had. 'Whoa!' she thought. 'Since when do you start thinking of him as a brother?' She groaned inwardly. This was not good ... this was not good at all. Unbeknownst to her, however, her newly wedded husband was leaning against the door frame, a somewhat drowsy look displayed across his face as he held a bottle of beer in his hand. He had never drunk in his life ... well ok, maybe that ONE time when he found out that he had an arranged marriage ... but all the same ... he had never drunk before. He refused to believe that he was married. Him! Darien Shields who was voted to stay the "All Time Bachelor" in high school. Him God damnit! {AN: Hehe...sorry you guys...I don't really like that cuss word all that well...but it fits Darien's character in my story. ^^;;} On the other hand, he was one drunk Darien Shields as he set his bottle of beer down on a nearby table. His slight movement startled Serena, as she turned around with a soft gasp, their eyes coming in contact. Darien had to blink many times, since he thought he was seeing a fiery Goddess in the flesh. His wife was clutching a white, satin robe to her body, and if she weren't standing in front of a fireplace, he wouldn't have been able to see her curves beneath that blasted robe. As usual, luck wasn't with him as she was definitely standing in front of a fireplace thus giving him free access to her womanly figure beneath the robe which left little for a man's imagination, specifically his. He sauntered towards her, the way a drunk man would, with all of his handsome, disarrayed, but still handsome glory. Serena watched on with wide eyes, unable to move, much less breathe. He stopped in front of her, a playboy smirk tugging on his lips, as their noses were practically touching. He was too close for comfort, as Serena's nose twitched, grimacing at the foul smell of beer. He leaned in closer, and closer, his eyes fluttering shut as her's then followed suite. 'He's going to kiss me!' her mind seemed to yell out at her as she pursed her lips a little and tilted her head upwards. All sane thoughts fled her mind as her main focus was on feeling his soft lips on her's again like at the wedding when their lips had locked. It was the most eccentric and electrifying thing she had ever felt, and she was almost sure that he felt it too. 'What's taking him so long?' She thought as she opened one eye with intense curiosity. Both her eyes suddenly snapped open in shock as a sudden conclusion flooded her brain. He was going to fall on her! But too late, as she found herself on the wooden floor, a sleeping man lying on top of her. It took her brain a while to finally register what had happened, and she couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous position she was in. Here she was, on her wedding night, on the floor with a knocked out husband laying atop of her. Oh, this was a riot. She smiled, despite her uncomfortable situation, at the smell of his aftershave and cologne. Minus the beer smell, he smelled good. She grinned, as she pushed her husband up and with A LOT of effort on her part, and carried him to their master bed. Going to the closet and pulling out a thin blanket, she made her way to the rocking chair and watched her husband's slumbering form on their bed. She stiffened. She had just moments ago sworn not to think of him as such, but here she was claiming him as her husband. She sighed. So much for their...*blush*...honeymoon. Closing her eyes, she soon fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming of her knight in shining armor, Darien Shields. <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 +*+ <3 The next morning, Darien found himself experiencing the aftereffects of his stupor last night. He winced, as the hangover sunk in, mustering the urge to lay back down and fall asleep again. He tensed suddenly, as he finally took in his surroundings. 'How the hell did I get on this bed?' he thought, as he ran a hand through his tousled, midnight colored hair. Looking around, his intense blue eyes took in the wooden cherry desk next to a massive Grandfather clock. A Persian rug lay right beside the master bed, and a huge walk in closet which also led to the master bathroom was all taken in with an uncaring glance. His eyes, however, settled upon an angel sleeping comfortably on a rocking chair. Memories from last night flooded his mind: walking towards his wife, leaning towards her, attempting to kiss the living daylights out of her, but instead, the world went black. He didn't fall on her ... did he? He chuckled, which brought a slight stir from his angel, who's golden, yet silverish tresses were splayed every which way. She seemed to glow with such beauty and innocence that he almost felt sorry for her. What, having to be wedded with a man such as himself. He dismissed his sudden protectiveness of her, shaming in the guilt of taking pleasure that HE was the one she was wedded to. He grinned as he stood up, and with one last glance towards her, walked downstairs towards the kitchen. !~*~! Serena woke up due to the strong ray's of the sun that were peeking through the blinds, as she shielded her eyes painfully. Her eyes cast towards the bed, but only to see an untidy bed with sheets strewn all across the place! "Men ..." she mumbled, as she pulled herself up from the rocking chair, and proceeded for a long, HOT shower. 15 minutes later, Serena made her way down the staircase, her hair made up in her traditional buns, wearing a fresh white off-the-shoulder dress that hugged her divine curves without mercy. This was her favorite outfit. Simple yet stunning. Great combination. Making her way towards the kitchen, she was surprised to find 9 people already sitting around the enormous dining table. All of them were somewhat familiar, as she recalled them from the wedding yesterday. Her eyes refused to meet Darien's, who sat there with a half eaten toast pausing near his mouth as her sudden appearance suddenly made it hard for him to breathe. She smiled politely at the other visitors, who obviously, stayed the night before as she shyly made her way towards the only empty seat left. Finding herself sitting beside a raven haired beauty, and a golden-haired stunner, who surprisingly looked a lot like her, she smiled and sat down quietly. "So..." said the golden-haired look-alike as she laid an elbow on the table, and held a VERY unladylike posture, "have fun last night? Me and the girls heard a loud thump." Everyone else snickered, a mischievous twinkle in their eyes as Serena blushed and looked down at her hands, as if realizing she had hands in the first place. A black-bluish haired woman, who held vast intelligence and in her deep pools, decided to take mercy on her. "Guys ... allow her to clear up this misunderstanding. Our train of rumination might've gotten too carried away last night. There must be a reasonable answer for that loud ... uh ... rumpus we heard last night." A blonde haired man whose hair was pulled back into a ponytail, glowed with pride as he swung an arm around her shoulder. "That's my girl!" he beamed. Amy sweatdropped. The rest of the gang turned towards their friend's new wife as they each arched a brow with eminent curiosity. Serena snuck a look at her husband, who was calmly sipping a cup of coffee and looked back at her challengingly, a slight flicker of mirth and amusement in his eyes. Serena groaned inwardly. Seemingly, her husband wasn't going to clear this up. Her blush heightened, if it were possible, as she stuttered and racked her brain for a good, reasonable answer. "Well ... uh ... you see ... er ... he sorta kinda fell on me last night." A choked cough from another blonde haired man with blue eyes, was heard as everyone else laughed outwardly. "Why ... that CERTAINLY keeps our mind from straying on any dirty thoughts, now doesn't it?" said the raven haired woman next to her. Serena, for the first time in her life, slouched down as she futilely tried to hide from such embarrassment. A tall, brunette, Amazon looking woman chuckled. "Don't worry about it girl. Nothing to be embarrassed about. If it makes you feel any better, my honeymoon ended up with us on the floor as well ..." she said with a wink. A slight nudge from her husband on the other side of her, brought everyone, including Serena and Darien, to laugh. This seemed to break the ice as the girls gathered up and made their way to the gardens. As soon as the girls were gone, Jadeite grinned. "Aw man ... don't tell me the "All-Hail-Mr.-Bachelor" has finally fallen for a girl." Darien placidly set his coffee cup down and gave Jadeite a quizzical look. "And what, "Mr. Right-who's-first-name-happens-to-be-"Always"', makes you think that?" Zoisite chuckled, "Oh ... just call it a hunch I guess?" Nephrite let out a hoot of laughter. "A hunch? Shit! I'd bet my life on it!" Malachite grinned, "They have a point Dar. Now, the only question is ... how does it feel to have shared a bed with Mrs. Shields?" They laughed, with the exception of Darien of course. "Well gee, MAL, I would tell you ... I really would ... if I HAD shared a bed with her." He then mumbled, "Much less had the chance to BED her." Everyone merely looked at him in shock as the impact of that little news sunked in. It was Jadeite who let out the first laugh. He was than followed suite by Zoisite, Nephrite, than Malachite. It was Darien's turn to slouch down in his chair as he growled and gave each of his friends a venomous look. At this, the 4 stopped laughing as they cleared their throats and stood up, making lame excuses about needing to shower and them thinking they heard their wive's call for them. Malachite patted his friend on the shoulder. "Eh ... better luck next time." Darien sighed. 'Yeah .... next time.' he thought, as images of his wife took over his thoughts. He smiled, as the promise of "next time" hung in the air. |