YOU'RE HERE, THERE'S NOTHING I FEAR
A Sailor Moon Lemon

	by Sailor Mac
	"Please tell me that wasn't what I think it was."
	Serena lazily pulled herself off her bed and hoped the beeping noise would
go away. But it didn't. It was most definitely her communicator.
	Flinging aside the manga she'd been reading, she picked up the little
device on her nighttable. Amy's face appeared on the screen.
	"We need you, Serena!" she said. "There's some kind of creatures down by
the bandshell in the park. . ."
	"Okay, okay, I'm on my way," she grumbled. There had been more and more
Negacreep attacks lately. This new general Hematite was persistent-they
hadn't had to take on so many monsters in such a short period of time since
the heyday of Beryl. Pulling herself to her feet, she grabbed her jacket
and ran for the stairs, calling out to her mother, "I'm going to the
park-I'll be back in a little while!"
	"My, don't we sound enthusiastic," said Luna sarcastically as she caught
up with her young charge.
	"I just don't feel like it today," Serena said.
	"There's no such thing as 'just don't feel like it.' The Negaverse, it
seems, certainly 'feels like it.'"
	Once they were out on the pavement, Serena started her transformation, and
by the time they reached the park, she was Sailor Moon. Her eyes were
greeted by an all-too-familiar sight-a group of monsters, this time big red
humanoid things with multiple arms and huge bushes of hair, tussling with
her fellow Scouts.
	Serena jumped atop a park bench and announced, "You're going down like the
Titanic, Negacreeps! I'm Sailor Moon! Champion of justice! I'm ready to
kick butt and take Negasleaze names! And that means you!"
	Sailor Mars, who was trying to struggle her way out of one creature's
three-armed grip, yelled, "Stop talking and start throwing!"
	Sailor Moon took off her tiara, started to go into her spin-and was
ambushed from behind by a creature. The tiara flew out of her hand before
it could be transformed into the deadly frisbee. She let out a scream,
trying to twist and pull her way out of the thing's grasp. . .
	And that's when the red rose flew through the air and landed in front of
the creature, who dropped her.
	Serena's heart instantly lifted. He came through again, she thought. He'll
never fail me. . .
	"It's time to give your new weapon a test drive, Sailor Moon!" called the
male voice above her.
	She reached for her hip, where a dagger hung in a leather sheath. She held
it over her head, waving it in a circle to charge it with magical energy,
while saying, "MOON. . .BLADE. . .Pointing it at the creature, she shouted
the word that released her power, "EXECUTION!" A shower of sparks flew from
the dagger and blasted the thing, which evaporated into moondust. Pivoting
on her heel, she did the same to the creature that was holding Raye. The
other monsters fled.
	Serena turned to see her fellow Scouts staring at her open-mouthed. "Where
the hell did THAT thing come from?" said Lita.
	Oh, Serena knew very well where it came from. It was created from one of
Tuxedo Mask's roses, charged with magical energy released when she had made
love with him in transformed form. But she wasn't going to tell them that.
. .
	"It was a gift from. . .my guardian moon spirits."
	The others exchanged skeptical looks. They knew Serena wasn't telling the
truth, but they weren't going to push the issue.
	But then, she heard Tuxedo Mask shout, "Sailor Moon! Look out!" One of the
creatures had stayed behind, and it was grabbing for her, pinning her arms,
making it impossible for her to use the dagger. . .
	Tuxedo Mask leapt from his perch atop a streetlight and landed atop the
thing, which dropped Sailor Moon and began wrestling with him. She grabbed
her Moon Blade and began to spin it-but before she released her power, she
saw the thing grab Tuxedo Mask's right foot and yank it in a way that would
have torn the foot clean off if he hadn't been transformed. A shower of
sparks from the blade "moondusted" the monster.
	Serena rushed over to her lover, who was sitting bent double on the
ground, clutching his ankle. "Darien! Oh, Darien, what did that thing do to
you?"
	"I'm all right." He started to get up, then sunk back down to the ground
in pain. The others crowded around him, their eyes wide with concern.
	"I have to get you to a doctor!" said Serena. I'm strong enough to carry
him in this form, she thought. She picked him up and began to sling him
over her shoulder. . .
	"Oh, no you don't," said Raye. "I won't have you carrying him all by
yourself. It's too soon after *your* accident. I don't want you getting
hurt again."
	"But Raye. . ."
	"No buts. Now let's get him up off the ground. . ."
* * *
	Several hours later, Luna entered Serena's room to find her young charge
staring out the window, a gloomy look on her face.
	"How's Darien doing?" the cat asked.
	"He's got a sprained ankle. He'll be laid up for a few days. . ."
	"Well, that's good. It could have been far worse."
	It could have been worse, Serena thought, but right now, it's bad enough. . .
	"Luna, do you think that the Negaverse is going to ease up any? We've been
fighting almost every day. . ."
	"Serena, if I could predict the actions of the Negaverse, we would have
put them away for good a long time ago. They're in a very active period
right now, but that doesn't mean anything. They could just vanish tomorrow,
or they could redouble their efforts."
	Serena sighed deeply, not wanting to give voice to the thoughts that were
nagging her-that the next time the Negaverse attacked, she would be
fighting without Tuxedo Mask, fighting with the knowledge that her
protector would definitely not be showing up. And it scared the hell out of
her.
	I've got to do something to get my mind off these thoughts, she said to
herself. I know-I'll think of some kind of surprise for him to cheer him up
and make him feel better. Let's see, I think I wore a nurse costume a
couple of years ago for Halloween-I wonder if it still fits?
	When she found it in the attic, she discovered that it didn't fit-it
barely covered her bottom, and the fabric hugged her breasts and hips. She
was about to toss it aside in disgust, then thought-hey, I was planning on
surprising him with something sexy, wasn't I? What could be more perfect
than this?
	She started to pack it in a bag. I'm going to see him tonight. I've got a
sexy surprise planned for him. I should be delighted.
	Why do I still feel tense and lousy?
* * *
	Darien knew something was wrong the moment he opened his door and he
didn't find himself tackled at high speed. She was just standing there,
stock-still. . .
	"Hi, Darien," she said, turning her mouth up for a kiss. He touched his
lips to hers, and they stayed locked together for a long moment. . .
	"How are you feeling?"
	"Not bad," he said, but his face told another story.
	"Well, we need to get you back on the couch." She wrapped his arm around
her shoulders, and they started to move across the room.
	She feels tense, he thought, very tense. And I don't think it's just
concern about my injury.
	Once she had him settled, she said, "I'll order food. And later, I've got
a surprise for you. . ."
	Okay, he thought, now I *know* something's bothering her. She mentioned
food with a total lack of enthusiasm. . .and she just *said* "I've got a
surprise," she didn't *sing* those words like she usually does.
	"Serena. . .come sit down. Right here, next to me."
	She settled herself on the floor. He put an arm around her shoulders and
drew her close. Gods, there was no feeling in the world like having her
small body next to his, close enough that he could hear her breathing, feel
little wisps of her hair tickle his face. . .
	"Now, Meatball Head, you've said to me many times that you feel like I can
look in your head and see what you're thinking. Well, right now I'm seeing
a very troubled girl. Is there anything you want to talk about?"
	"No, nothing," she said too quickly.
	"Serena. . ." Just that one word, said in that particular tone of voice,
spoke volumes. I know you're not telling the truth. Out with it, Meatball
Head. . .it's all right, you can tell me anything, anything at all. . .
	She took a deep breath, and said, "All right. I'm scared."
	"Of what, honey?"
	"Of. . .of having to fight without you!" She burst into tears. "I've never
been without you, from the very first day I was Sailor Moon. . .every time
I had to fight, whenever things got really, really bad, I always told
myself that soon I was going to see that rose, that you were going to show
up and everything was going to be okay. Even the times you didn't come to
the battle, just the hope that you might was enough to keep me going. And I
don't know if I can do it without you. . ."
	He hugged her, letting her cry into his chest. He smoothed her long
pigtails and whispered, "Ssshh, honey, it's okay."
	She'd given voice to thoughts and fears that had been nagging him, too-he
hated the idea of having to just lie there while she went out to fight
without him, without his protection. But he didn't want to reveal his own
fears-he knew that he was going to have to be her strong rock if he was
going to restore her confidence.
	He raised her chin gently and looked into her eyes. "Serena. . .you're not
alone, and you're not without protection. You have four wonderful friends
backing you up who'll do anything for you. And you have something else. .
.at your heart of hearts, you have more strength than just about any person
I've ever seen. Why do you think I always shout encouragement at you while
we're in battle? I want to help you tap into and use that strength. And
when you do use it, you're a force to be reckoned with."
	"Oh, Darien. . ."
	"Besides, you've proven that you can fight without me in the past. You
defeated your strongest opponent without my help. When you fought Beryl, I
was literally dead."
	A sweet smile spread over her face, and she cupped his cheek in her hand.
"Oh, my darling. . .your body may have been dead during that fight, but
your soul was with me. I could feel your soul all around me."
	"Serena. . ." He drew her into a closer embrace, and for a second, they
just lay wordlessly, her head on his chest, his arms around her. She could
hear the beating of his heart under her ear, the most beautiful and
comforting thing she had ever heard.
	He could feel her relax. Good, he thought. If only I could take away any
fear you'll ever have, my dearest. . .
	 Maybe, he thought, what we both need is a little diversion right now.
Maybe we need to hold each other, love each other, have fun and play.
	"Now," he whispered, "you said you had a surprise for me."
	"Oooh, yeah!" She sat bold upright, her enthusiasm returning. "Let me go
put it on. . ."
	She grabbed her bag and left the room. He watched her go, thinking, as he
so often did, how very lucky he was that she came into his life. Before
Serena, he'd led such a barren, empty life, bereft of love or joy. He
thought many times that he'd never truly know what happiness was. And then,
a girl outside an arcade threw a balled-up test paper onto his head, and
his life changed forever. . .
	When she stepped out of the bathroom in the tiny, tight nurse's uniform, a
little cap atop her unbound hair, he sucked in his breath. "Oh, wow. I seem
to have acquired a *very* beautiful nurse."
	She giggled. "And how is my patient today?"
	"Fabulous, now!"
	She started to move toward him, swaying suggestively. "I think I have to
examine you." She pulled his T-shirt over his head, bringing her lips to
his for a deep, long kiss. "Hmm. . .hot lips. . .that's a good sign. Now
let's check the pulse in your throat. . ." She placed a line of soft, wet
kisses down his neck slowly. . .
	She'd make a great actress, he thought. One has to be a great actress to
be a master seductress. . .which she most definitely is.
	"Oooh. . .I can feel your heart starting to beat fast. . .let me feel your
chest and make sure." She caressed up and down his torso, tracing the lines
of his firm muscles. "Good, very good," she whispered. "I have one more
thing to check. . .the sensitivity of your nipples." She took the tiny buds
between her thumb and forefinger, and gently squeezed. He let out a hoarse
cry.
	"Let's get rid of these pajama bottoms," she said. "I have to check for
any unusual. . .swelling." Together, they rid him of the unwanted garment,
and she looked at his boxer shorts. "Oh, my, there *is* swelling here.
Well, I'm going to have to take care of that. . ."
	She stripped off his undergarment and bent her head to his manhood,
touching the end of it with her tongue. Then, she was sliding him into her
mouth, working him in and out, in and out, and he was moaning and writhing.
Gods, Serena, he thought, how do you always know exactly what to do with
your hands, your mouth, your whole body to make me feel so, so good? He
felt himself getting close to the edge, and he didn't want to explode. .
.not yet, anyway. Gently, he pushed her away.
	"Nurse," he said, "don't you think it's time I took my medicine?"
	"Medicine?"
	"Mmm hmm. You know the kind I mean. . .my *oral* medication?"
	"Oooh!" she said, understanding. She pulled off the tiny, tight uniform,
revealing nothing underneath but her bare skin. He groaned deeply and sat
up, pulling her mouth to his, kissing her hard, his tongue stroking hers.
His hands cupped her breasts, the thumbs flicking over her nipples. She
arched her body against him. His mouth left hers only to travel down to
where his hands had been, and she let out a loud cry as his lips began
tugging at one sensitive tip.
	"Oh, Darien, honey, that's incredible," she sighed as his tongue lashed
the little bud again and again. "Please, darling, the other one. . ." This
was a request he wasn't going to turn down. He switched to the other
breast, drawing his tongue oh-so-slowly against the nipple in a long,
looong lick that made her groan deeply. His lips touched it for several
quick, plucking kisses before he drew it into his mouth and began to suck.
Serena found herself pumping her hips, rubbing against him, mutely begging
him for ultimate fulfillment.
	He lifted her and set her on her feet, while he remained sitting on the
couch. Cupping her buttocks in his hands, he pulled her womanhood toward
his mouth. "Aaahh, this is just the medicine I need," he said before his
lips kissed the center of her being. Then his lips and tongue seemed to be
everywhere at once, as he circled her entrance again and again before
plunging his tongue deep inside her. She found herself closing her thighs
around his head, trying to trap him there, to never let that exquisite
sensation end. But he got away from her anyway, flicking his tongue out of
her, then up to rub and stroke her jewel, then back down and inside her
again. Her head was spinning, her mouth wide open, her breath coming in
ragged gasps and pants.
	He released her, and she let out a cry of frustration. But he said, in a
wicked tone of voice, "Now, nurse, *I'm* going to give *you* an
'injection.' But you have to prep me first. . ."
	She took off like a flash for the bedroom, found what she needed in the
nighttable drawer, and was back at the couch. She unwrapped and unrolled
her prize, then took his manhood in her hand, stroking it, slipping on the
rubber. She climbed onto his lap, facing him, and slid down on that
wonderful thing, feeling it fill her, complete her. Wrapping her arms
around his neck, she began to move up and down on it, moaning his name as
hot pleasure began to spread through her entire body.
	"Baby," he whispered, "you feel so good. . .I could stay inside you forever."
	"Ooohh. . ."
	She picked up the tempo, wanting more and more of him, wanting the
pleasure to go on and on forever. . .Her lips kissed his neck, his chin,
then his lips met hers again, and they clashed like thunder and lightning,
their tongues meeting, tangling, parting, then meeting again. She could
taste herself on his tongue, and it only served to make her more and more
aroused. Then, his hands were at her nipples, and Serena threw back her
head, letting out a feline shriek as everything exploded and white heat
raced through her. Her head fell forward, burying itself in the juncture
between his neck and shoulder, as her hips continued their furious pumping,
pumping, pumping, determined that he would experience the ultimate
fulfillment as well. . .and then she found herself coming a second time,
the spasms within her driving him into sweet oblivion as well, yelling her
name as he released himself.
	He tumbled backwards onto the couch, holding her on top of him. They both
panted loudly as the final spasms subsided.
	"Now that's what I call tender loving care," he quipped.
	"It's my pleasure, my love," she said.
	They started to drift off to sleep. Yes, my love, he thought, sleep.
Relax. Don't be afraid of anything. As long as you and I love each other,
you'll have a power to draw on that's stronger than any in the universe.
* * *
	She was awakened by the noise of her communicator beeping.
	All right, Serena, this is it, she thought. She rolled away from Darien,
pulled his discarded shirt over her head, and answered the beep. Lita's
face appeared on the monitor.
	"We've got trouble at the Galleria. Negaslugs everywhere. And there's more
and more of them showing up every second."
	"I'm on my way." She turned it off, then kissed Darien. "I got the call. . ."
	"I know. Just remember what I said, sweetheart. . .you're strong. *Very*
strong. You have it in you to defeat anything."
	"Oh, my love. . ." She threw her arms around him, and they embraced for a
long, lingering moment, as if they were trying to merge into one being.
Finally, she drew away and went into the bathroom, returning with the
blouse that bore her transformation clasp. "Well, here I go. . .MOON PRISM
POWER!"
* * *
	The Galleria was an old factory that had been converted into a trendy
little shopping center, filled with coffeehouses and hip clothing
boutiques. It was a favorite place for teens and Gen-Xers to hang out.
Which is why the Negaverse had targeted it as a plentiful source of energy.
	Serena arrived to find unconscious, moaning young people everywhere, and
things that looked like human-spider hybrids sparring with Lita and Mina.
Both girls were desperately trying to avoid the multiple legs long enough
to launch an attack.
	No time for a speech, Serena thought. Gotta act fast. . .
	"MOON BLADE. . .EXECUTION!" The shower of sparks took out the creature
that was attacking Lita. The tall girl instantly went into a
"JUPITER THUNDER. . .CRASH!" attack, eliminating the thing that was
fighting with Mina.
	"Combine forces!" Serena shouted, preparing to launch her tiara.
"MOON TIARA. . ."
	"JUPITER THUNDER. . ."
	"VENUS CRESCENT BEAM. . ."
	But before they could release their power, the spider things launched a
new attack-they sent strings of sticky stuff flying through the air that
wrapped around the three scouts like a cocoon. They struggled and
struggled, but the more they twisted and writhed, the more they seemed to
get wrapped up in the sticky string. . .
* * *
	Darien was lying on his bed, dozing, when he felt the jolt.
	Oh Gods, he thought, she's in trouble. Big trouble.
	And then, his psychic senses began showing him a picture in his mind's
eye. . .a picture of three of the girls, including Serena, wrapped up in
spider silk like captive flies. . .
	He felt sick to his stomach, knowing all he could do was watch.
* * *
	"Bastards!" shouted Lita. "You will PAY for this. . ."
	But the things just let out a chortling laugh and aimed more string at the
girls, wrapping them up tighter than ever before.
	"Sailor Moon!" said Mina. "Can you cut the strings with your dagger?"
	"I can't even reach my dagger. My arms won't move at all. . ."
	Just then, a voice shouted, "MERCURY BUBBLES. . .BLAST!" The fog enveloped
the area, stunning the creatures. They stopped shooting the strings and
began bumping around, confused. . .
	"MARS FIRE. . .IGNITE!" Raye was able to take out two of the spider things
with one shot. Eat hot death, Negajerks, she thought. And I'm going to take
out more of you before the fog clears. . .
	"SAILOR MARS!" shouted Lita. "LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU. . ."
	But it was too late-the thing had already fired its blast of string. And
another one got Sailor Mercury.
	Now all five Scouts were bound, helpless, and at the mercy of their
captors. . .
* * *
	In the Negaverse, General Hematite watched, and snickered.
	I have you now, you Sailor brats, he thought. There's no way you're going
to get out of this, not with your precious Tuxedo Mask out of the action.
	I'll have my servants bring you to me, and then I will show absolutely
*no* mercy. . .
* * *
	Darien felt like he was being tortured, having to just sit and watch this
horrible scene.
	There *is* a way out of this, Serena, he thought. If only I could tell
you. . .if only I could reach you. . .
	Then, he remembered something. Serena has latent psychic powers. I have
active ones. . .
	There's a chance. . .a slight chance, but a chance nonetheless. . .that I
can reach out to her mind with mine. . .
	He stood up from his bed, holding onto the bedpost for support, and
initiated the process of transforming into Tuxedo Mask. His psychic powers
were not affected by his Star Seed powers, but he needed the extra strength
he had in this form. He needed all the strength he could get.
	Then he lay back down, took several deep breaths to clear his mind, and
began to concentrate as hard as he could. . .
* * *
	Serena was fighting off despair.
	Oh, Darien! she thought. I may never see you again. . .oh, how I wish you
would come. . .you said I have great strength, but I don't see how my
strength can get us out of this. . .
	And then, she heard the voice in her head.
	-Serena!-
	She shook her head, trying to clear it. I'm losing my mind, she thought. I
think I hear his voice. . .
	-Serena! It *is* me!-
	-Darien?-
	-Yes! Pay attention, I don't know how long I'll be able to keep this up. .
.there's a way out of this!-
	-What?-
	-Your tiara!-
	-But I can't reach my tiara!-
	-You don't have to reach it! Remember. . .to defeat the darkness, use the
power of light.-
	What does he mean? she thought. Then, she saw that she was sitting right
in a bright moonbeam, shining through an overhead skylight. . .
	She tilted her head so that the moonbeam was caught in the jewel on her
tiara. It amplified the light many times over, like a magnifying glass. .
.She tipped her head down just enough so that the light was aimed at the
strings binding her, just next to her hand. . .The amplified light burned
through the string, and her hand broke free. She grabbed her dagger, spun
it, and aimed it at the nearest creature. . .
	"MOON. . .BLADE. . .EXECUTION!" After the thing was eliminated, she cut
herself free, then ran to Amy, and cut her free as well. Amy relaunched her
bubbles, and when the creatures were still blinded by fog, Serena got all
her compatriots loose.
	"Now, ladies," she said, "let's show 'em who's boss!"
	The Negacreeps didn't stand a chance. Before the fog had a chance to
clear, all the spiders were fried, zapped, smashed and moondusted out of
existence.
* * *
	Hematite let out a howl. How did that brat *do* that? This trap was
supposed to be inescapable! This was supposed to be the end of the Sailor
Scouts! Someone, somehow, told her how to do that moonlight-reflecting
trick. . .
	I'll find out their secrets, he thought. I'll find them out, and when I
do, Gods help them all. . .
* * *
	Serena used her keys to let herself into Darien's building and apartment.
It was so quiet in there. . .but she knew exactly where the man she loved
was.
	She flew into the bedroom and flung herself on the bed next to him,
letting out a shriek of joy. He grabbed her in his arms, and they embraced,
hugging each other as tightly as they could.
	"I knew you could do it," he said.
	"*We* did it. Oh, Muffin, I don't know how you managed to get into my
head, but. . ."
	"Telepathy. It's not something we're going to be able to do all the time,
because it uses up *huge* amounts of energy. But if we *really* need it, we
can use it."
	"Oh Gods. . .what a feeling that was, you and I sharing minds for a
moment. . ."
	"I know. It was as intimate as two people can get."
	"And what did you see when you were in my mind?"
	"Just something that made me very happy. I saw that you love me as much as
I love you."
	They kissed tenderly, then embraced each other. She rested her head on his
chest, and both began to drift off to sleep, both thinking the same thing.
. .
	Nothing, be it human, animal or Negacreep, can defeat us as long as we
have each other.

AUTHOR NOTES: I'd like to dedicate this story to Jeffrey Wizard and Zero
Wizard, who are currently in the process of building a Web site dedicated
to my fanfics. I can't thank you enough for your support, guys. . .people
like you are the reason why I do this.

And, as usual, many, many thanks to my Official Pre-Reader and "Moon and
Rose" partner, Mark Berger. This story couldn't have been done without ya,
buddy.

I'd also like to mention all the wonderful romantic hentai writers who are
a continual inspiration to me: Sexylyon (author of The Greatest Sailor Moon
Lemon Fanfic Ever Written Bar None), Andrea Hui (whose "Last Dance" is one
of the few fics, lemon or otherwise, that literally moved me to tears),
Lady M. Harris (the Grand Dame of Serena/Darien erotic romance), Lady
Jupiter (if only there were more Lita stories like "Last Night On Earth"),
Mark Berger (of course, of course) and Ivana B. Anonymous (the brightest
rising star in Sailor Moon hentai).

Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm
just borrowing them for awhile.