SEE ME, FEEL ME, TOUCH ME, HEAL ME
A Sailor Moon Lemon

by Sailor Mac
	"Oh, Darien, it's so long! I don't know if I'll be able to take it all!"
	"Sure you can. Come on, just this afternoon you couldn't wait for this!"
	"Well. . .I think I'm changing my mind."
	"But it's supposed to be an unforgettable experience!"
	"Yes, but. . .what if I don't like it? I don't just want to walk out!"
	"You won't. . .believe me. Now, do you want to?"
	She took a deep breath. "Okay. . .let's do it."
	He turned to the ticket seller. "Two for 'Titanic,' please."
* * *
	Her trepidation about sitting through a three-hour plus movie fell away as
soon as they were in the dark. True, the music was beautiful, the storyline
romantic, the scenery gorgeous. But these were just background to the main
event - sitting close, very close, to the guy she loved.
	She leaned her head against his shoulder. He stroked her long pigtails and
rested his cheek against one of her "meatballs." It was as if there were no
other people in the theater. The fussy child in the front, the elderly
couple in the back who kept coughing, the group of teenage boys who chatted
all the way through the movie. . .nothing could dampen her mood, nothing
could distract her from the guy next to her.
	How lucky I am, she thought. I've got not only Darien, but also Tuxedo
Mask. Two hunks in one wonderful package! She still half-expected to wake
up and find out that those last few months were all a dream, that he was
still going out with Raye and treating her like dirt. But it was real, oh,
so wonderfully real. . .
	"You okay, Meatball Head?" he whispered.
	"Mmm hmm."
	"You haven't touched your popcorn at all.That's not like you."
	She giggled. "You haven't touched the popcorn either."
	"Hmm. . .maybe it's time I did." He took some kernels from the bucket and
raised them to her lips. She opened her mouth and he fed them to her, one
by one. Her breath was coming faster, and her heart was pounding. The
intimacy of the gesture was flooding her with feelings, those hot,
delicious feelings that at her tender age were as mysterious as they were
exciting. All she knew was that she loved it.
	"More," she whispered after she had swallowed the kernels. He fed her
another handful, and she ate them eagerly, her blue eyes locked with his.
When she had finished the last one, her little tongue flicked at his
fingers, licking off the butter and salt. He let out a deep groan. "Gods,
Serena. . ." He pulled her head to his, and their lips came together, hard
and insistent. Nothing could have been more delicious than those
popcorn-flavored kisses. When his tongue entered her mouth, she eagerly
stroked it with her own. They broke for air only when they thought they
were going to suffocate. She tipped her head back, and he kissed her neck,
as she groaned. . .
	Then, the mood was broken by an enormous CRASH.
	Their eyes snapped to the screen. The ship had just hit the iceberg.
	Both of them looked at each other, giggled a little, and settled back to
watch the rest of the film.
* * *
	Serena snuggled close to Darien, shivering, as they left the theater.
Seeing a thousand-plus people go to horrible, watery deaths had shaken her,
big-time. She hoped she wouldn't have nightmares.
	If only we were old enough that we could live together, she thought. I'd
never have a nightmare again, never be afraid of what might be in the dark,
if he were with me all the time.
	"We still have about an hour and a half before I have to have you home,"
he said. "We could go for ice cream or pizza. We could stop in and see what
Lita's doing. Or, we could go to. . .my apartment."
	Ordinarily, she would have opted for the snacks. But the hot kisses they'd
shared were branded on her mind. She was filled with a hunger, and it
wasn't for food. Her hand tightened on his. They looked in each other's
eyes, and without words, they knew where they were going. And it wasn't to
Baskin-Robbins.
	As he drove, he kept one hand on the wheel and the other holding hers. At
each stoplight, they leaned over toward each other and kissed. Oh, Gods,
why wasthe distance to his place so long, so very, very long?
	He fumbled with the key in the lock, and she wanted to grab it away from
him and unlock the door herself. When he had the door shut behind them, he
didn't even bother to turn on the lights. They were in each other's arms
instantly, their mouths coming together with heat. She thought they were
suspended in time, that they were the only two people in a universe all
their own. They kissed and kissed until her knees began to feel weak. When
their mouths broke apart, they hugged each other as hard as they could, as
if they were trying to meld their flesh and become one being.
	He led her to the couch, and they fell upon each other again. Feeling
bold, she let a hand slip under his shirt, caressing his chest. The feel of
his smooth, soft flesh over hard muscle, the woodsy, musky male scent of
him, the lingering taste of his mouth on hers. . .she felt as intoxicated
as if she had drunk an entire bottle of wine.
	Then, her little hand grew even bolder and began traveling downward.
	And that's when the passionate evening came to an abrupt end.
	He jumped away as if he'd been burned. "Don't do that!" he shouted in a
voice that was not his-the way his voice sounded when he'd been possessed
by Queen Beryl.
	"Darien-what's wrong?" She started to cry.
	"Nothing's wrong. Just go away!"
	"What did I do? I would never do anything to hurt you."
	"I said go away!"
	Sobbing, she flew out into the night, not even bothering to take her jacket.
* * *
	Raye was singing softly to herself as she carried a bundle of firewood up
the temple steps. Just as she was about to mount the last step, however,
something brushed against her leg. She lept and yelped, almost dropping her
load all over the place.
	"Luna! Don't do that-you scared me to death!"
	"Sorry. I just had to get your attention. I've got something very
important to talk to you about."
	Raye put down her load and sat on the step next to the talking cat.
"What's up?"
	"It's Serena. I'm worried sick about her. She came home from her date with
Darien the other night crying her eyes out, and she shut herself up in her
room. She hasn't been talking to anyone, including me. Something horrible
must have happened."
	"Do you think he might have. . .tried something?"
	"I don't think that would have made her this upset. She's . . .not eating,
Raye. Not eating at all."
	Raye exhaled a long breath. If Serena wasn't eating, this was really,
*really* serious.
	"You used to go out with Darien. Did you see. . .anything in his character
that might lead you to believe he'd hurt Serena?"
	Raye shook her head no. "He's the least likely person in the world to do
something like that."
	"Oh, if only I could read what is in that stubborn little head of hers. . ."
	Struck by a sudden inspiration, Raye stood up and picked up the bundle of
wood. "Wait here, Luna."
	She went into the temple and tossed some more wood on the sacred fire. As
it blazed up, she sat in front of the flame, breathing deeply,
concentrating, trying to still her mind.
	"He's in pain, Raye," the voice she hoped she'd hear spoke up.
"Unbelievable mental and emotional pain."
	It was the voice of the god Mars, the source of Raye's power, who had
chosen her back in the Silver Millenium to be his priestess, champion, and
lover.
	"What caused his pain?" Raye asked him. "Can someone help him?"
	"The only person who can help him is his one true love."
	"Serena? She can't even help herself! How is she supposed to help Darien?"
	"She will receive a visit very soon from someone who will tell her what to do."
	"But what if she doesn't want to do it? Serena isn't exactly what you'd
call up for a challenge. . ."
	"She will do it. I have confidence that she will."
	"Oh, Gods, I hope so," Raye whispered. "I hope so."
* * *
	Serena was lying on her bed, where she'd spent most of the past few days,
much of the time in hysterical tears. How could he reject her like that-so
suddenly, and so cruelly?
	Although they'd kissed before, it was the first time they'd make any moves
toward intimacy. She'd expected it tobe a wonderful night, a special
night. . .instead, it was a disaster.
	"Please, someone tell me," she sobbed, beating her fists against the
pillow, "Why? Why? Why did he do this to me?"
	"I can tell you, Serena. But it will not be easy for you to hear."
	She whirled around at the sound of the voice and gasped at what she saw in
the corner. There was a beautiful lady who seemed to glow with light. She
was wearing a shimmering dress and cape that seemed made of some unearthly
silver material, and even her golden hair sparkled.
	"Who. . .who are you?"
	"I have borne many names. The Greeks called me Selene, and the Romans gave
me the name your feline guardian now bears-Luna. I was also known as
Cerridwen to the Celts, Ix-Chel to the Mayan Indians, Isis to the
Egyptians. . ."
	"What are you doing here? What do you have to do with me?"
	"I'm the Moon Goddess. You are my priestess and representative among the
humans. . .Sailor Moon."
	She gulped. First she found out she was Sailor Moon. . .then the Moon
Princess. . .and now she was a Moon Priestess! Was there no end to the
surprises people would throw at her?
	"I am also the one who, long ago, created Prince Darien to be your consort
throughout eternity. And it is because of his welfare that I've come to you
today."
	"What do you mean. . .his welfare?"
	"Oh, my dear girl." The woman sat on the bed next to Serena and gathered
her in a tender, motherly embrace. "The other night, he broke your heart,
didn't he?"
	At the memory of the painful incident, Serena burst into tears again.
	"But it wasn't his fault. He's carrying around a terrible pain, Serena, an
unbearable pain. And only you can heal him."
	"M-me? But what can I do? How can I help him?"
	"With your love, Serena."
	"What is his pain? How did he get hurt?"
	The Moon Goddess paused for a second. Then, she said, "I can show you-but
I must warn you, Serena, it's an ugly, horrible thing."
	Serena wiped her eyes and said in a small voice, "If I'm going to help
him, I have to know."
	"All right." The woman lifted Serena to her feet. "Do you remember when
Darien was taken over by the Negaverse? When Queen Beryl controlled him?"
	Serena shuddered. "Y-yes."
	"She didn't just want him as a slave, Serena. And when she broke his
spirit to control him. . ." The woman swept her cape over Serena. When she
took it away, Serena's bedroom had disappeared, and in its place was a
dark, dank, ugly cave.
	"What is this place?"
	"The torture chamber in Queen Beryl's palace. It's only an illusion, the
shadows of the past. Over there. . ."
	Serena saw a male figure lying in something that looked like a glass
coffin. She gasped. "Darien!!!" She took off and started to run to him.
	The goddess held her back. "I told you-it's only an illusion."
	As Serena watched in horror, Queen Beryl came in with two of her henchmen.
One of them was carrying a large, black bag. The evil queen opened the case
her victim was in, and smiled a horrible grin.
	"And how are we today, my precious prince?"
	He barely stirred and groaned.
	"Still having flashbacks of your lovely little princess? Well, it's about
time I made you forget her." The queen undid her gown, and it fell to the
floor. "Look at me, Darien. Aren't I more appealing than that sailor brat?
I'm a woman, not a child like her." She grasped his hand and started
running it over her body. Serena, watching, thought she was going to be
sick.
	"Not responding? Not standing at attention? Well, maybe THIS will help
you. . ." She opened her black bag and took out some kind of horrible
looking clamp. Serena turned her head so she didn't have to see it being
applied to his most private place-but his scream of anguish lacerated her
heart.
	Beryl's voice came again, cackling, horrible. "Well, my dearie, if you
don't want to be the man around here-I WILL!"
	Serena turned and looked, saw the horrible device being taken out of the
case by the henchmen and strapped around Beryl's hips, saw them grab Darien
and flip him over, saw her prodding the tip of that thing between his
buttocks. . .His scream of agony mixed with Serena's. She buried her face
in the goddess' dress, her whole body convulsing with sobs. "Get me out of
here! I can't stand this anymore! Oh, why, why would anybody do something
so horrible to someone as sweet as him?"
	The goddess held her, rocked her, and soothed her until she got control of
herself. When Serena raised her head, she was back in her room.
	Finally able to speak again, she said, "I'm so glad that we destroyed her.
I can't believe that anyone would be that evil."
	"Beryl is dead. . .but the damage she did lives on inside Darien."
	"But why is he still carrying those memories? I healed him and broke the
spell!"
	"You healed only the spell itself. Now you have to cure him of the ill
effects-so he will be able to live and love as a man. But it will take all
of your courage, your power, and your love."
	Serena didn't even pause for a moment. "Tell me what to do."
* * *
	Holding her moon wand in front on her like a totem against evil, Sailor
Moon knocked on the door of Darien's apartment. She tried to concentrate,
knowing the first step was the most crucial. Don't get scared, Serena, she
said to herself. Darien's sanity may depend on it. . .
	When he opened the door, she immediately raised the wand so that she was
looking into his eyes through the crystal. Focusing her power, she said,
"Darien, your mind is still. You are calm and relaxed. No fear may enter
while love is around."
	She saw him start to droop as his muscles relaxed, his eyelids start to
flutter. The hypnotism was working. When she was sure that he was
entranced, she lowered the wand and led him over to the couch, where she
sat him down and knelt in front of him.
	Taking up the wand again, she pointed it at him and said in a voice barely
above a whisper, "Moon. . .healing. . .glow!" A warm yellow light began
beaming from the crystal and enveloping him. She leaned the wand up against
the nearby coffee table-she'd need both her hands for what came next.
	"Kiss him," the goddess had said. "Caress him. Pleasure him. Make him feel
good while he's under the trance and the healing spell."
	The problem was, Serena was almost a complete innocent. What little she
knew of sex came from peeking at late night cable and sneaking looks into
the spicy bestsellers her mother left lying around the house. A man's body
was as mysterious to her as a car engine. There was so much at stake-how
could she just "wing it?"
	Then, instinct took over. She leaned over and her lips touched his. To her
delight, she felt him respond. She deepened the kiss, making it soft, hot
and wet. As if something was guiding her, her gloved hands moved down to
his chest, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Her own desire was rising in her,
pleasant sensations running all over her body.
	She broke the kiss. "Darien, I love you," she whispered. "I know what
happened to you. I won't let anyone do anything bad like that to you ever
again."
	Gently, she slipped the shirt off his shoulders, and at the sight of his
bare arms and chest, for a second she lost control. She embraced him,
moaning, straddling his hips, rubbing her womanhood against his crotch.
Then, she remembered that she was supposed to be taking it as slowly as
possible.
	She kissed his lips again, then moved slowly down his neck to his chest.
Her hands rubbed and caressed the flat planes, and when she came to a
nipple, she ran her tongue over it and drew it into her mouth. She was
delighted when he stirred and moaned.
	Downward again she moved, her hands moving from his stomach to his clothed
thighs. She rubbed and massaged them, noticing that the more she stroked
his inner thighs, the bigger the bulge in his pants became. Now it was time
for the moment of truth.
	She undid his belt buckle, unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. How am I
going to get them down with him sitting there? she thought. She pulled him
to his feet and the pants fell, the buckle hitting the floor with a clank.
She tugged at his underwear and watched it fall as well before letting him
drop back to the couch.
	Then, for the first time in her life, she saw a naked, erect penis in
front of her. Fear gripped her, fear and a curious mix of other
feelings-not the least of which was a shuddering warmth that passed over
her body. She passed a hand over her own breasts; the nipples were standing
out like little rocks.
	She knelt again and pulled the long glove from her right hand. She touched
the head of his manhood for a second, then pulled her hand back, like a
child touching a hot radiator. Then she placed the palm of her hand on the
shaft. Tentatively, she began to stroke it. How strange it felt, rock-hard
and hot-how strange, and how exciting! Her hand moved, faster and faster,
and it was she who was the first to moan.
	"Don't let him come," the goddess had said. "When you know he's feeling
pleasure, release the hypnotism and the healing glow and transform back
into your normal self. And be prepared for what happens next."
	She reluctantly let go of him, took a deep breath, and raised the wand again.
	Darien felt like he was waking up from a dream, a beautiful dream, the
kind of sweet dream he hadn't had since. . .
	He saw the girl kneeling in front of him. "Serena?"
	"Hi, babe. How do you feel?"
	"Oh, baby. . ." He grabbed her in his arms, and the fierceness of his kiss
startled her. He jumped up and carried her into his bedroom.
	He deposited her on the bed as gently as a china doll and began unwrapping
her like a Christmas present. Her blouse landed on the floor, followed by
her skirt. As he pulled  off the flowered cotton bra, he groaned. "Gods,
Serena, you're even more perfect than I dreamed. . ." As his lips touched
her nipple for the very first time, it was as if an electric current were
passing through her. She found herself taking the other breast in her hand,
offering it to him. As he sucked it, his fingers probed between her thighs.
She let out a high little cry, her hips rising to meet the hand that was
finding and stroking the hot center of her being.
	He raised his mouth from her breast to whisper, "Gods, how wet you are.
How wet and how hot. My darling Serena. . ."
	"Darien. . ."
	He pulled away from her, but only long enough to go into the drawer of his
night table, where a package of condoms had sat unopened and unused for
months. They'd sure as hell be used now.
	When he was ready, he returned to her, stretching her out on her back and
kneeling between her spread legs. Oh my Gods, she thought, it's really
going to happen. I'm going to lose my virginity to the only man I've ever
loved, the only man I will ever love. A very brief, faint image formed in
her head of a similar event in another time, another place, so long, long
ago. . .
	Then, she felt the first, tearing thrust, and she cried out from the pain.
"Serena!" he said, "Oh, Serena." He drew her head to his chest. "If it
hurts you, we won't do it. It shouldn't hurt. It should never hurt."
	She swallowed the lump in her throat, recalling the images of how Beryl
had hurt him. She slowly raised her head and looked in his eyes. "I love
you," she said. "I want to keep going."
	"I love you too, baby," he whispered, as he started to thrust again,
slowly and gently at first, then getting faster and faster. She gasped-this
felt so, so, SOOOO good! Without thinking of what she was doing, she let
her hands grasp his buttocks-the area of him that Beryl had so horribly
abused. But he didn't flinch, gave no sign of pain or discomfort-just
moaned his pleasure and continued to drive into her. Serena was going wild
now, her hands clutching and pulling him into her, her hips rising off the
bed. The dam within her burst, and she was flooded with so much pleasure
and heat she thought that she'd explode. She felt and heard him achieve his
own paradise just moments later.
	No words were necessary afterward. Softly, they kissed, their lips
speaking volumes to each other without a sound. Then they snuggled up and
went to sleep.
* * *
	She was awakened several hours later by his lips nuzzling her neck. "Hey,"
she whispered.
	"Hey there, Meatball Head. Sleep well?"
	"Better than I ever have in my life. How about you?"
	"Oh, Serena, you can't imagine how well. It's so good to be free of those
nightmares." He cupped her face in his hand and turned her to face him.
"You sacrified your innocence to save me."
	She smiled. "It wasn't a sacrifice. I did it because I love you so much."
	"Not as much as I love you." He kissed her. "How did you know?"
	"About what happened to you? I was told by. . .a friend."
	"Which friend?"
	She covered his mouth with hers, silencing any further questions with the
sensual pressure of her lips and tongue. When they came out of the kiss, he
was hardening again.
	"I think," he said, "I'm going to reward you for your good deed, Serena."
	"Ooh, reward? What kind of reward?"
	"The best. Now just close your eyes, relax, and lie still."
	She did as she was told, and soon, she felt something soft and lovely
stroking along her legs. It moved up to her stomach, and then teasingly
bypassed her breasts entirely, sliding up her neck to her face. When she
felt the velvety softness touch her lips, she caught a strong, beautiful
aroma, and knew what the thing was-one of his enchanted roses.
	"This rose reminds me of you, Serena," he whispered. "Every part of you is
like a rosebud-beautiful, soft to the touch, sweet-smelling."
	The rose was moving back down her neck,  and she arched her chest forward,
trying to encourage him. He needed little encouragement. The velvety petals
stroked the hardened tips of her breasts, followed by his tongue. He drew
one nipple into his mouth and suckled while stroking the rose over the
other.
	He placed the rose on the pillow next to her so she could inhale its
perfume during what was to follow. He opened her legs wide and moved down
the bed so his face was between her thighs. Gently, he opened her petals
with his fingers.
	"This," he whispered while stroking her womanhood, "is the most beautiful,
fragrant rose of them all." And he buried his face in her, his lips and
tongue seeking out all the places that would make her move and moan and cry
out. Serena shrieked, her hands clutching at the blankets. Everything he
did to her felt better than the thing before. He was running his tongue up
and down her labia. . .gently sucking on and nipping her passion-swollen
jewel. . . alternating putting his tongue and fingers inside her.  When he
began rubbing his tongue faster and faster over her nub, it sent her over
the edge. Her hands grabbed his black hair and tangled in it, trying to
hold him down there forever, as she came, crying his name out.
	He came back up to her. "You are *so* delicious. I think all that candy
and ice cream you eat goes straight down there and makes you extra sweet."
	As he kissed her, she felt something against her thigh. "Oh!"
	He looked down and saw his full erection. "Mmmm. What are we going to do
about this? Serena, would you mind if I came in for a little visit?"
	"You can come in and stay as long as you like."
	He made the necessary pit stop at the night stand, then sat up with his
back against the headboard. Lifting her by the waist, he lowered her onto
his cock. He guided her in a rhythm at first, then she took over and
started thrusting hard against him, leaning back as yet another orgasm
overtook her. He yelled and shuddered at the same time.
	They rolled over together so they were lying side by side, her head on his
chest, their arms around each other. Before long, they had drifted into a
blessed, peaceful sleep.
* * *
	"James Bond? Who wants to see James Bond?" she said.
	"I do. Don't you like those movies?"
	"It's all things blowing up and women in skimpy bikinis. Can't we go see
'Anastasia' instead?"
	"You're kidding me," he said. "That's a kids' movie!"
	"It's not a *kids' movie*. It's *animation*."
	"Okay, what about 'Amistad'?"
	"Booooring!"
	The people behind them, who had initially been admiring, with a touch of
envy, the beautiful, very-much-in-love young couple, were starting to get
annoyed with them. Their bickering was holding up the entire box office
line.
	Darien pulled Serena aside. "Look. If we want to sit in the dark for two
hours, I've got a better idea. We can go back to my place, make some snacks
and put on the TV. There's something *very* interesting on cable tonight."
	"What?"
	"A 'Red Shoe Diaries' marathon."
	"Oooohhh." She turned to the other people in line, gave a smile and
salute, and said, "Seeya!" And they all watched as he picked her up and
carried her out to his car.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, I know that all the Scouts and Darien had their
memories erased after the defeat of Queen Beryl, and that such an erasure
probably would have eliminated the kind of trauma that Darien suffers here.
For dramatic purposes, I have taken liberties with the Sailor Moon universe
and set this tale in an "alternate universe" where they were all allowed to
retain their memories-both good and bad - and powers between the first
season and the "Doom Tree" episodes.

Sailor Mac
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