A MAGICAL NIGHT
A Sailor Moon Lemon by
Mark Berger

	Lita Kino-Asagiri trembled with anticipation.  She had been waiting
all week to share one of her newest recipes with Ken, and he was about to
come home from a business trip in America.

	Just as she finished artfully arranging two platefuls of food, she
heard the front door open and close, and a joyous cry of, "Lita, I'm home!"

	Lita flew to her husband and embraced him warmly.  They were both the
same very, very tall height, towering head and shoulders over most other
people in the Land of the Rising Sun.  There were fleeting moments when Lita
wished she were a few inches shorter, like Serena, so that she could fit into
her beloved husband's arms when they danced as elegantly as Serena fit into
Darien's, molding to his body as she did.

	Then Ken's warm lips met hers and all thoughts of being *anybody*
else, any way else vanished in favor of that wonderful pleasure, the feeling
of her soul touching his and being completed by it.  Being able to kiss the
man she loved without leaning up was nice, too.

	"I was almost finished with dinner, Ken.  I just had to find the
wine."

	"Butterfly, with your cooking anything would go wonderfully."  Ken
watched as his wife's face colored beautifully with the compliment.  The blush
spread across her face slowly from her tiny, upturned nose, the color of a
rose coming into bloom.

	Finding the wine, Lita poured two glasses and brought food and drink
to the kitchen table as Ken brought down the silver candlesticks that Serena
and Darien had given them for their wedding, and put a pair of feather tapers
in them, then lit the candles and extinguished the room lights.

	Only the flickering candlelight and the fading daylight illuminated
their dinner, and Ken found it very difficult not to fall into his beloved's
two pools of bright white, piercing green and deepest black.

	For her part, Lita felt the magnetism of Ken's beautiful chocolate-
brown eyes drawing her toward him as she finished up her dinner at the same
time that he finished his own.

	Two tiny puffs of air from Ken's mouth extinguished the candles, and
for a moment there was nothing but blackness in the room, as their eyes
fought to adjust to the night.  Vision proved unnecessary as they crossed
around the table to one another, finding each other's arms by pure instinct.

	Ken felt Lita's hungry, questing mouth on him, and gladly responded,
his hands wandering along Lita's lush curves.  Her body was muscular, but not
unduly so, and had more than enough softness to be oh-so-desirable.  All of
her friends and fellow Sailor Senshi were just as beautiful, but Ken never
noticed it, other than in the number of boys who had clamored for their
attention in high school but never gotten it save from Mina, on whom Rei,
Amy, Serena and Lita had all passed their pining admirers.

	His fingertips slipped up Lita's strong, long neck to toy with her
hair.  She eagerly helped him get rid of the elastic band so that he could
run his hands freely through her wavy auburn locks.  He whispered, "Isn't it
hot in here, Lita?" and was utterly surprised by the raggedness in his voice.

	"Burning," she whispered back just as hoarsely, working at Ken's
collar with unsteady fingers as his own fingers struggled to get a grip at
the waistband of Lita's shirt to pull it up over her head.  A moment later,
she was clad in only her bra and skirt, and unbuttoning Ken's shirt, actually
popping two of the last three in her haste to get them undone before she ran
her hands with their long, strong fingers over Ken's chest, caressing the
broad expanse while her lips continued their sensuous dance with his.  He
returned the favor by resting his index fingers on the point where the cups
of her bra met in front and tracing them along the edge, up her breasts'
heaving, shuddering swell, teasingly up and down her throat and feeling the
vibrations of her low, nearly inaudible moans, moans which doubled in
intensity and pitch when his teasing fingers firmly grasped the back of her
head and held it still while he ran his tongue lightly around the inside rim
of each ear.  He felt Lita's breath on his neck, hot and rapid.

	"Ken. . .  You. . . are. . . such an. . . evil tease," she groaned.
Her ears were incredibly sensitive, and Ken knew that very well.

	"Hmm. . .  I'll take that as a compliment," he breathed as his fingers
snapped the catch of Lita's bra open and he slowly began to draw it off,
revealing her magnificent breasts for his inspection.  He drew her right
nipple into his mouth, slowly toying with it, circling and drawing his tongue
directly across it, and Lita whimpered with arousal.  "God," she whispered.

	"You're just so beautiful, Lita, and I need you so badly."

	"As much as I need you, Ken?"

	"Worse."

	"Prove it."

	He drew himself back up to eye level (with Lita protesting the sudden
loss of sensation) and said, "All right, milady, I shall."  He took her arm
and led her into the bedroom.  He had never been able to (literally) sweep
his wife off her feet without at least a token protest - they had arm-
wrestled to see who would carry whom across the threshhold on their wedding
night.  After five minutes, Serena had declared a tie and decreed that they
should defer to tradition, so that they could get on with the reception.  Ken
remembered that the main reason Serena had done so (according to Rei, anyway)
was that they were holding up the buffet.

	Once they had crossed the bedroom door, they quickly helped each
other strip off every single piece of clothing they were wearing.  She smiled
a slow, sweet smile at Ken, and he instantly gathered her into his arms.
"Lita, have I told you lately just how beautiful you are?"

	"I don't think so," she teased, knowing full well (as he did) that he
had said exactly that just minutes earlier.

	"Well, you're gorgeous.  I don't know how we could ever have thought
we could be just friends - I love you more than life itself."  She snuggled
up to him and pushed slightly, toppling him backwards onto the bed.  Since
she was wrapped tightly in his arms, she went with him. . . just as she had
planned it.  "Oh, you," he mock-grumbled, "Always trying to get the better of
me."

	The way she had fallen with him, her head was on his chest (which
meant that her feet were a good two feet lower than his).  She pulled her
legs up on the bed and rolled over, still with him, so that he was on top.
"If so, then why did I just do that?"

	"Because you know that I'm helplessly, completely and totally in love
with you."

	"Funny, I was thinking the same thing."

	Ken kissed her deeply, "Mmmm, for real?"

	Lita whapped him in the head with a pillow, "No, I'm talking about
Darien.  Of course for real."  She kissed him.  "Less talk," she purred when
she allowed him to come up for air, "I can think of a lot more fun things to
do with our mouths."  They kissed again, probing one another's mouths with
long, tender strokes.

	When they came up again, he groaned loudly, need written clearly on
his face.  *That's good,* Lita thought, *'cause I need him just as badly.*

	"Did you have a good trip," she asked.

	"It was okay," he whispered in response, nibbling on her ear and
eliciting a muffled shriek of delight, "but it hurt like hell to be nine
thousand miles away from you for a week."

	"Maybe. . . next time you go. . . to one of those things, I could. .
. find out about a conveniently-close by. . . International Culinary Society
convention," Lita said back while Ken left a trail of tender kisses down the 
sides of her neck.  "But I said. . . Hmmm, less talking, and that's. . .
Ohhh, what we're gonna do, oh, God. . ."  Her speech became less coherent as
she climbed higher and higher into arousal.

	Ken's eyes asked a wordless question, and Lita's answered it just as
effectively.  He pulled upward, entering her.  The two sighed simultaneously,
separated only by an octave, as they enjoyed the moment of becoming one.
Finally, he started moving slowly up and down on top of her, pulling far
enough up to get some leverage without being so far up as to prevent his free
hand from wandering wherever Lita wanted it to go.

	Absorbed by the feeling of Ken moving inside of her, Lita wrapped her
legs around his waist and started to pump against him, telling him wordlessly
to speed up his rhythm, which is exactly what he did.

	*Oh god,* thought Lita, *I think I. . . think I. . .*  Her mind
exploded into white-hot pleasure as she came for the first time that night,
threw back her head and screamed like a cat.  Ken fought to keep from being
dragged over the edge with her.  He could usually get Lita to come three
times before he came himself, but his first was almost always also his last
in a night - Lita had decided once to keep him going for a second time
(arguing that it wasn't fair to him since he was so good for her), but he had
been so wiped out that he slept nearly until noon the next day, which would
have been a very BAD thing on a workday.  After an unusually long time, her
muscles unclenched around Ken's throbbing member - another moment longer and
he would have lost it, and he didn't want to come until he had given the
woman at the center of his life as much pleasure as he could.  While Lita's
muscles relaxed, Ken watched her angelic face, waiting for a sign that she
was ready to continue.  The look of supreme satisfaction in her eyes prompted
him to begin again.

	Lita wasn't quite back in command of her senses again when Ken began
bringing them back up to a razor's edge.  Having to go without for an entire
week had been very stressful for her, but Ken knew how to relieve that
particular ache soooo very, very well.  She felt Ken slide down on her and
lick her nipple, taking his mouth away from it only long enough to thoroughly
wet his right index finger and thumb and roll and pinch the other nipple
between them, being just a little bit rough without actually causing pain,
while his tongue was tender on the other side of her body, taking long,
feathery-light licks and dabs at the swollen, dark peak.  The contrast of the
two feelings was sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

	Lita whimpered in anticipation.  She wasn't surprised, but yelped
just the same as the first two fingers of Ken's other hand slipped into her
open, aching womanhood.  Almost immediately, her muscles tightened around the
intruding digits, and her moans amplified into howls of pleasure when his
thumb touched the wet pearl of flesh that was at the moment the focal point
of her existence.  Her slender, strong hands caressed Ken's manhood and sent
even greater fires than before raging through him.

	She rolled on top of Ken and pushed down until they were coupled
again, grasping his invading fingers and pulling them up to her mouth to suck
on.  Then she pulled her hand down, wetted it against the juncture of their
bodies and offered it to him to taste.

	By this time, Ken was running on two instincts: to relieve the
monstrous pressure that was building up inside of him, and to give Lita as
much of himself as he could.  They came totally together and pulled almost
all the way apart, working, writhing and struggling their way toward heaven.

	With one last groan, Ken arched his body to meet Lita's, and felt
himself explode deep into her, releasing all the pent-up sexual tension from
the past week.  Feeling her husband release himself into her was too much for
Lita, and she cried out as she tumbled into bliss.

	After gods knew how long, Lita and Ken collapsed to the bed as their
bodies slowly unwound from their adventure in heaven.  They laid tender
kisses on one another's cheeks, noses, closed eyelids and lips, exchanging
words they would forget just moments later, but they meant with all their
hearts.  The years that Lita had spent, pining over that jerk Freddie when
she could have been pursuing what was real and beautiful, her true love for
Ken, she would never get back, so she had to make it up to him now.

	"Lita, you were wonderful tonight," Ken whispered.

	"And so were you, Ken.  We're so good for each other because we love
each other so much."

	"Mmm-hmm.  I'm just glad that we came to our senses."  With that, Ken
drifted off.  The steady rhythm of his breathing, combined with Lita's utter
exhaustion, quickly sent her spiraling into dreamland as well.
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Author's Notes: And so ends my fourth experiment in the world of Sailor Moon
hentai.  By and large these have been just as successful as my experiments
in the world of original flavor fanfiction, and I plan to do more of them.

Thanks (and blame, I suppose) can be distributed amongst the following
individuals:

Sailor Mac, who is always giving me support and encouragement in my writing
of fanfics in both arenas, and is a great friend and a wonderful person.  If
you liked this story, give some of the credit to her.

Peter David.  It was his Star Trek: The Next Generation novel "Strike Zone"
that sent me spiraling down the crooked path toward writing fanfic.  If you
hated this story, it's all his fault.

The Hentai Man; it was his HORRIBLE stories posted on the Adult Millennium
website that prompted me to get this one finished up and submitted, to try to
cut a cool, rose-perfumed breeze through the scent of all that crap.

The guys and gals at Best Brains, Inc. who make the best TV show on Earth
(other than Sailor Moon, of course!), "Mystery Science Theater 3000."

Crystal Knight, whose (heh heh heh) flames gave off a very pleasant warmth
after Sailor Mac and I got done MSTing his story, "Sailor Moon:Fantasy!".
I've heard that at least Oscar showed some backbone.

Everybody who gave Sailor Mac and me positive feedback from "Mystery Sailor
Theater 3000: Sailor Moon:Fantasy!"  To hear that much positive over one
fanfic was truly inspirational.

And finally, to everybody who's read my stuff and written to me.  You're a
big part of the reason why I do this.