SUMMARY: Serena approaches Darien with a proposition. She wants to learn the art of seduction. Darien agrees against his better judgment. The lessons on seduction commence, but will they be prepared for the consequences? Mature Content. No Sailor Moon.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon.
A/N: This story is a bit of fun. The characters might be a bit OOC, but I tried my best to keep them in character: This is my first Sailor Moon fanfic. Warning: this story involves sex; so if that's not for you, don't read on. However, I will tell you that I don't write porn. The stuff I write is detailed, but not in an extremely graphic way.
I've already finished this story. There are 8 chapters altogether. I should be uploading once a week at least.
Hope you enjoy…
Serena didn't understand why Darien was even taking art class. She would have thought that art would have been beneath him, or something egotistic like that. Nevertheless, he stood with his lips pursed as he finished off his painting of a bowl of fruit. Serena watched as he wiped his hand across his cheek, leaving a smearing of paint. She glanced at her own painting and groaned. It looked more like a bowl of lumpy potatoes than anything else.
"Okay everyone. Let's take a walk around the circle and look at everyone's work," Mr. Brown said as everyone put his or her brushes down. Because this class was an elective, people from every age group in high school could enroll. The class mainly consisted of seniors looking for an easy subject to minimise the stress of their last year. Serena still couldn't understand why Darien would be interested in art.
The group went from painting to painting as Mr. Brown criticised and praised. When it came to Serena's, Mr. Brown said a few words about "progress" before moving on. She could practically feel Darien smirk behind her. Of course, his painting actually resembled a fruit bowl.
When the class was dismissed, Serena didn't look at Darien as she passed him in the doorway. This meant that she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings and ended up tripping over her own feet and landing on the ground. Darien reached out a hand that she begrudgingly accepted and he pulled her up with little effort.
"I already know what you're going to say, Darien, and save it!" she hissed, narrowing her eyes at him.
Darien's smile made her nervous. "I wouldn't dream of it, Meatball Head."
Serena groaned, but held her tongue. She'd been trying to work up to nerve to ask him something for at least two weeks, but she always found excuses not to. She drew in a deep breath, but couldn't get the words past her lips.
"What, no retort?" Darien asked as they walked towards the Crown Arcade. Darien was used to Serena's cute but ineffectual retaliations.
Serena stayed silent as they walked, thinking. She wanted something; something that Darien – her nemesis – could give her. But she didn't know if it would be worth it in the end.
"I think this is the longest I've ever heard you go without speaking," Darien said, actually a little worried. The blonde sixteen-year-old had a furrow between her brows and her face was all screwed up in thought.
They arrived at the arcade and stopped in front of the glass door. Serena glanced inside at Andrew, the boy who worked the till and made her favourite milkshake. He was so dreamy with his blonde hair and easy smile. She got butterflies just thinking about him.
"I want to ask you something, Darien. But you have to promise not to laugh."
Darien was taken aback by her serious tone.
"Sure, Meatball Head."
Serena scowled but once again held back a retort. She grabbed his elbow and dragged him around the corner of the arcade and into a small alleyway. Darien was amused, to say the least.
She paced the tiny space available to her and he watched as she clenched and unclenched her fists. Finally, she came to a stop in front of him and blurted out some intelligible sounds.
"Woah, slow down Meatball. What did you say?"
She took a deep breath and this time spoke more clearly. "I want you to teach me how to seduce someone."
Darien's eyes widened and at first he didn't know if he'd heard her right. But one look at her face confirmed that she was deadly serious.
"He's older than me, and more experienced. And I just don't know how to go about winning him over. I want you to show me how to… how to make someone love me."
"Serena…" he said, conscious that it was the first time he'd said her real name today. He didn't know what else to say.
"He's funny, and nice and I really like him. I just want him to notice me, and not as a little kid. You're older, Darien. You could show me what guys like."
"You're kidding, right? No way! Is there some guy hassling you about getting physical? Because he's not worth your time."
"No one's hassling me. I'm doing this for myself," she replied.
Darien's mind was reeling. Sure, he'd had girlfriends before. But he'd never had to put much effort into securing them. He hardly knew anything about seducing people.
"Please, Darien," she said, her eyes big and watery. She looked so lost right then that he knew there was no way he could refuse her.
"I suppose I could try and help you out," he said slowly, already regretting his decision.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his waist in her excitement. She pulled away, a big grin taking over her face and swiftly kissed him on the cheek before she skipped out of the alley and presumably towards the arcade.
He stood there for a moment, stunned, before placing his hand where her lips had touched his skin. He hardly knew why she'd need help getting a guy to like her. She was so sweet sometimes that she made his teeth ache.
That night there was a knock at Darien's apartment door. He frowned, unsure of whom it could be, before he pulled a shirt on over his head and opened it. Serena stood in the hallway, her long blonde hair flowing freely down her back. She was wearing a yellow shirt and a small pink skirt that made her legs look ridiculously long.
Serena glanced around his apartment, taking in the dark colours and modern design. The whole place was very stylish and no doubt expensive.
"Meatball Head, what are you doing here?" he asked, swallowing.
"I'm here for my lesson, silly!" she said, bouncing past him and onto his couch. She sat there, watching him with innocent eyes.
"It's a school night," he protested, moving to the fridge to get a drink of water. His throat was suddenly dry.
"I won't stay late. Besides, I'm far too excited to sleep. I keep thinking about him. I just want to hurry up and get started!"
"Okay, okay. I suppose I can show you something tonight," he replied, gulping down a mouthful of water. He joined her on the couch and she quickly stole a sip of water from his glass before he could protest. He noticed she left a pink ring around the rim from her lip-gloss.
He cleared his throat.
"Okay, first lesson is body language. You have to let him know that you're interested in him – as more than friends. And you have to be able to tell if he's interested in you or not."
Serena nodded her head, looking like she was about to pull out a pen and paper to take notes. He relaxed slightly as he watched her. She was being adorable without even knowing it.
"So, pretend I'm the guy you like. What's his name? That'll make things easier."
"An…thony," she replied, her eyes looking anywhere but him.
"Okay… I'm Anthony. What would you do to let me know you're interested in me?"
"Um, well… I'd probably look at you a lot. And um, look you in the eye."
"Eye contact. Excellent. What else?"
"Hmm, I'd smile and maybe draw attention to my lips, or my breasts."
"Yes, that could work," he said, momentarily distracted. "Show me." His voice came out more hoarse than he expected.
She sat up straight and brushed her shimmery hair over her shoulder. She leaned into him, locking eyes with his. Hers were the most amazing shade of blue. Cerulean was the colour that came to mind.
"Hmm?" he asked, watching as she touched her lips with her fingers. He followed the motion, marveling at how pink they appeared. He noticed that her nails were pink too. Then her hand moved to fiddle with the locket around her neck. His eyes followed and observed that her little yellow shirt was very tight indeed. When had Serena grown up so much? He supposed she wasn't a fourteen-year-old girl anymore.
"Darien?" she asked again.
His eyes snapped to her face and she was smiling. "How was that?"
He swallowed. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" he asked, giving her a smirk so she'd know he was teasing.
She laughed and bit her lip.
"I would say that was perfect."
"So how do I know if he likes me back?" she queried.
"You'll know if he likes you. He won't be able to keep his eyes off you. And he'll make excuses to talk to you. And if you catch him staring at your chest, you've got a winner."
"Does Anthony go to our school?" he asked, extremely curious about the boy who had captured Serena's attention.
"Oh, um, no. He goes to a different school," she lied, avoiding his eyes again.
"Well, you'd better get going anyway. Even if he doesn't go to our school it doesn't mean you should be out late on a school night."
She checked her watch and nodded. "I'll come over tomorrow night, okay?" she said as she stood up.
"Won't your parents notice?" he asked.
She grinned. "They think I'm spending time with a tutor… which in a way I sort of am."
"And what happens when your school grades don't improve?" he asked, raising a dark eyebrow.
"I'll blame you," she teased.
She smiled and waved, leaving the room faster than he could blink. He reached over and picked up his glass of water left sitting on the counter. For some reason, he positioned it so that his lips would touch the exact outline of her pink lip-gloss.