SOMETIMES A FANTASY
A Sailor Moon Lemon

	Okay, this one is a little different from the fics I'd done before. It's a
first-person confessional type of thing. Seems somebody has a serious crush
on someone else's boyfriend. . .
	Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm
just borrowing them for awhile.

by Sailor Mac
	All right, I've got a confession to make. I'm nuts about you.
	It's utterly futile, I know. You and I can never be together (at least not
in a forever-and-ever kind of way), you belong to someone else.
	But that doesn't stop me from dreaming.
	I'm not quite sure when I realized it. Maybe it was last summer, when we
went to the U2 concert. Remember? We were all coming out at the end of it
and Lita looked at her watch and announced that we had only about 10
minutes to make our train home. (As I recall, her exact words were, "HOLY
SHIT!") We all took off like bats out of hell, and I stumbled on a beer
bottle and went flying. You caught me before I hit the ground. We stood
there for a second looking like something from an old movie poster-I had my
arms wrapped around your neck, you were holding me by the waist. I looked
up at you, and my breath caught.
	You laughed, and said, "We've got to stop meeting like this" before you
set me back up on my feet. I thought my knees would give way.
	Or maybe I had realized it even before then, at Amy's pool party. I'd
never seen you before in anything but full dress (and, in many cases,
formal dress). But you showed up that day in something rather brief and
snug. There were female heads turning all over the place, mine included.
	But sometimes it feels like this ache has been in my heart-and various
other regions of my body-forever.
	I think other people are starting to notice that something is not quite
right with me. Artemis, especially. He'll sit there and talk and talk and
talk, and I'll sit beside him, absently stroking his fur, staring out into
space. Thinking of how cute you looked this morning rollerblading down by
the lake. . .And he'll say, "MINA! You haven't heard a word I've been
saying!"
	"Um, sure I have."
	"Then what was I just talking about?"
	"Umm. . .Luna?"
	He shakes his head, mutters something under his breath, and walks away.
	Raye also seems to suspect something. Maybe it's got something to do with
what happened at karaoke last week. I just had to express my feelings in
song. . .that's why I chose to sing "Crazy For You."
	"You're so close, but still a world away
	What I'm trying to say
	Is that I'm crazy for you
	Touch me once and you'll know it's true
	I've never wanted anyone like this
	It's all brand new
	You'll feel it in my kiss
	I'm crazy for you."
	I tried my hardest not to look at you while I was singing. I didn't want
anyone in the Java Jive to know that I'd aimed that song at anyone in
particular. . .but somehow, Raye caught on.
	She came up to me afterward and said, "Who were you thinking of, Mina?"
	"Oh, nobody. I just like that song."
	She gave me a skeptical look. "I don't want anyone to get hurt. Including you."
	Damn, how does she get into people's heads like that? She even managed to
get into my dreams. That night, I began having dreams of a beautiful lady
who told me that she was the Goddess Venus, that she'd chosen me to be her
champion and priestess back in the Silver Millennium, and that I should be
patient because someday I would meet the love of my life and forget all
about you.
	Raye and the Goddess Venus have nothing to worry about. Nobody's going to
get hurt. I'm not going to put the moves on you.
	Mostly because I don't want *her* to get hurt.
	If you were dating anyone else, it would be different. But you belong to
the one person on this earth I would least want to hurt. Such a sweet,
cute, trusting creature, and so much in love with you. . .
	Last weekend, I even aided and abetted her cause. She came to me looking
for help on how to put on makeup. Seems she'd bought this smashing
nightgown that she was going to wear when she spent the night with you, and
she wanted to top it off with the perfectface.
	So I sat her down in my bathroom, and we played around with eyeshadow and
eyeliner and lipstick and blush. We laughed and talked "girl talk." And
never once did I let on that I loved and desired you as much as she did. .
.
	Then, that night, I sent her into your arms, into your bed, while I stayed
home and cried.
	So there you have it-she has you, and you have her.
	But I still have my fantasies. . .
	I close my eyes and imagine a rainy night. I'm home all alone, and in bed.
And then, I hear a knock on my door.
	I go into the living room, illuminated with nothing but flashes of
lighting. I open the door. And there you are, dripping wet. You've been
riding your motorcycle in the rain.
	"I have to see you, Mina," you say.
	"Come in." I gaze at you in something akin to awe as you enter the place I
call home, the place where you have never been before.
	You're silent at first, then, you say, "She and I. . .we love each other,
but it. . .it can't work out. Not now. She's still just a child, an
immature child. . .not like some people. Not like you, Mina. . ."
	My heart is thundering, threatening to burst right out of my chest. I
stand rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do. . .
	As it turns out, I don't need to know, because you make the first move.
Your arms are suddenly around me, your mouth on mine. I taste fresh
rainwater on your lips.
	Your body is so cold from the rain, Darien. Let me warm you up. . .
	I hold onto you with both arms, my fingers digging into your skin. Your
mouth continues to ravish mine, both of us taking a breath only when we
absolutely have to. Your hands are in my hair, caressing and stroking the
long strands. . .
	Then, your hands are on the buttons of my nightgown, and I feel a
tremendous heat start to build between my legs and burst over my entire
body. Oh, Gods, what's taking you so long? Here, let me help. . .I pull
away from you just long enough to yank my nightgown over my head and send
it sailing into the corner like the useless rag it is.
	Your eyes are looking me up and down, devouring me. I stretch and preen,
giving you a better view of everything. The heat  I see in those beautiful
baby blues. . .I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I'm naked
in front of you. . .
	Then, playfully, I say, "You can't catch me!" and run into my bedroom. You
follow. I fling myself across my bed, and then you are there with me, and
your mouth is on mine again. . .I have to get you out of these clothes. I
have to see what you've been hiding from me. I'm pulling at your shirt. .
.You get the message. You step back, and with the tremendous grace and
dramatic flair you have always possessed, you do a little striptease,
pulling your shirt off bit by bit, slowly unsnapping and unzipping your
pants, then zipping them back up again. . .I start grabbing at you, trying
to help you along, but you playfully slap my hands away. Then, suddenly,
you drop everything below your waist to the floor.
	Look at this beautiful man.
	Have you ever seen a body so beautifully proportioned, the chest and arms
strong and well-muscled, the legs long and powerful, the gorgeous head
crowing the whole thing like the magnificent summit of a majestic mountain.
. .If the world needed further proof that man was designed by some divine
being, this is it.
	I yank you toward me, anxious to devour every inch of this banquet. My
hands pass over your chest, down to your flanks, back up again. . .My lips
kiss your neck, making it soft, hot and wet. I move my tongue in circles
down your chest, wondering if it would feel good to you if I sucked your
nipples, delighted to find out that it does. . .
	"Two can play at that game!" you say, rolling me over on my back. You have
one of my breasts in your hand and lean over it, and the next thing I know
your tongue is moving up and down, back and forth over the whole thing. . .
	"Suck, please," I moan. "Suck my nipple. . .I need it. . ."
	When you answer my request, I feel like my head is going to come off. Your
mouth is so talented, so goddamn talented. . .The other one, please, please,
Darien. . .ohh, yes, don't stop, don't ever stop doing that to me. . .
	My hands are headed south, headed for that wonderful, huge thing that's
standing proud at attention on your stomach. . .I grasp it and stroke it,
and the moan you make is like sweet music to my ears. Suddenly, just
touching it isn't enough. . .I find myself pulling my body away from your
mouth, moving downward, downward so that I can taste you. Oh, yes, I open
my mouth and slide it in, and it's more luscious that a triple dip
strawberry ice cream cone. I begin to suck it, move up and down on it. . .
	And meanwhile, south of my own border, you've gotten the same idea. I feel
your lips press against my most sensitive spot. . .Oh, Gods, I'll die, I'll
die. . .you're moving your tongue around on the outside, flicking at all
the most sensitive places, which only makes me suck you harder. . .I  taste
a few drops of your first fluids as you find the single most delicate place
on my body, and I'm drowning, drowning as you lash it over and over with
your tongue and then my body is jerking and the world is shattering into a
billion hot fragments. . .
	Then, you're pulling out of my mouth, you're switching our positions so
that you're on top of me. I know what's coming next. . .you want to satisfy
your aching need within my body. And I haven't told you that I'm a. . .
	The big thrust comes, and with it, the splitting pain as my virginity is
broken. You stop for a second, surprised. Your eyes ask mine, do you want
to continue? And mine answer, yes, yes, yes!
	And then you are dancing within me, rising and falling, pushing and
pulling in the age-old rhythm of love, and I'm moving with you, meeting
every thrust. I never, never knew anything could feel so good. . .and oh
Gods, I think I'm going to come again, OOOHHH AAAAHHH.  . .
	I scream your name as the climax wracks me. I don't care if Artemis hears
me. I don't care if the whole world hears me. And then I hear you cry my
name in return, and feel the hot gush of your seed. . .
	And I lie with my head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat and the
pattering of the rain outside as we drift off to sleep. . .

	I guess it's true what the song says. . .	
	Sometimes a fantasy is all you need.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: The song "Crazy For You" was written by John Bettis and Jon
Lind. The song "Sometimes a Fantasy" was written by Billy Joel. Lyrics used
without permission.