Cold Body Warm Heart by Mark Berger Author's Notes: Unlike "First Dance," "Cold Body" occurs in the same timeline as The Wedding and Married Life, about half a year after Sailor Moon R (just a couple of months prior to Sailor Moon S). And yeah, this is a lemon all right, and all warnings apply. However, it's also a romance, and those of you who want hard-core action should look somewhere else. I suggest "Bondage Faeries" or "F^3" as opposed to trying to co-opt a beautiful story about love and romance for a cheap thrill. -- Serena woke up and felt the sweat roll down her face. She had been having a horrendous nightmare: the wedding nightmare, revisited. She slipped her feet into a pair of sandals, pulled an overcoat on, and ran out the door. She ran heedlessly the six blocks to Darien's apartment complex, through the sub-zero cold of an early February night, not caring that her feet, hands and face were sending stinging messages of cold to her. *It's only a little ways more, I can make it,* she thought. Just when she was starting to doubt that, she was in front of the building. With stiff little fingers, she fumbled the key Darien had given her into the lock and entered. Standing in front of his door, she felt the shivers starting as she pressed the button. They quickly worsened, and she reached for the door frame to prevent her shaking legs from giving way. Darien answered his doorbell. Only one person could possibly be visiting at this time of night. The person he most wanted to see, in fact: his darling Serena. He had bolted awake from a nightmare, a residual playing of the wedding dream without the predictions of doom that had made the first run so unbearable, with the knowledge that she was coming to him. What he hadn't counted on was that his beautiful girlfriend, her hair cascading down her back instead of up in its usual style, was standing in the hallway only wearing an overcoat, a pair of sandals and her pajamas. She was shivering violently, and her lips and nail beds were dark purple. It was well below zero out there! At least her pajamas looked thick - that helped a bit, though not nearly enough. "Serena!" He embraced her, only to recoil with fright: Her skin, normally as soft and warm as satin, felt as stiff and cold as marble. "Come with me - I'll get you warmed up." He led her into the bathroom and turned the water taps on his bathtub. Turning back to her, he noticed that her beautiful face and tiny, sensitive hands were bright red, indicative of near- frostbite. As soon as there was enough water in the tub for her to be completely submerged save for her face, he took one of her hands in his. It was warmer than it had been before, but not by much. "I want you to get in the bathtub, Serena." Stiffly, she took off her coat, pajamas and underwear and gingerly slipped a foot into the water. She bit back a scream. "It's too hot, Darien!" "No, you're too cold, the water's only lukewarm, my silly little rabbit. Now I want you to get in the water and not to come out until it feels cool to you." He left the room, and a few seconds later she heard the dryer start. Serena slid down into the water and felt the heat that she had been afraid would scald her body slowly start to fade as the water, working with the warm core of her body, began to equalize her skin temperature to something that was less dangerous. As she warmed up, some of the numbed nerves that had stopped telling her about the dangerously cold temperatures woke back up and her shivering became even harder. Darien took a small cup from his sink and said, "Be careful not to breathe in while I'm pouring this over you." He filled the cup and slowly poured its contents over Serena's face. Filling it a second time, he noticed that the water was cooling quite rapidly, thanks to the very cold girl who rested in it, whose shaking and sniffles were only beginning to subside. He turned on the hot-water tap to bring some heat back into the water. Serena's body was almost back up to a safe temperature, and she cooed as tiny currents of warm water flowed up her legs. Her eyes blinked open as a finger of warm water caressed her most private place, somewhere only she, her parents, and now Darien had ever seen. A few minutes later, her body temperature was back to normal, and Darien drew her complacent, relaxed body out of the water and dried her gently with the warm towel. Now that she was no longer in danger, he took time to enjoy the beauty of her nude form, cradled unselfconsciously in his lap, the small but perfect swell of her breasts, tipped with dusky, nearly flat nipples that began to stiffen and lengthen as he rubbed the towel over her breasts, the way her waist gently tapered and flared out from the pale, tender flesh of her torso to the darker and tougher skin of her legs. Andrew was as dedicated to his fiancee as any man had ever been, but last week Darien had caught his longtime friend sneaking a peek at Serena's legs. Unfortunately for Andrew, so had Rita, and she'd slapped him upside the head but good for it. *Not that I blame him,* he thought: Serena's legs were slender, with the sleek, taut appearance that only regular exercise could bring about. Wide blue eyes set in a open, honest and beautiful face gave her the appearance of being an innocent little girl. Nothing could be farther from the case - Darien knew that behind her innocent face lay a mind as sharp as the proverbial steel trap, and behind her trusting demeanor lay an almost unnatural intuition for people and their intentions. While Darien's left hand absently rubbed the towel along Serena's leg, his right hand gently traced along his girlfriend's soft cheek. Serena explained the reason for her visit, and Darien held her head to his chest after she was finished. "Oh, Serena, this means so much to me, but next time, be a little more careful about what you're wearing when you do this. You could have died of exposure out there." Darien felt two tiny rocks, Serena's nipples, pressed against his ribcage, and knew that they weren't hard because of any residual cold. In fact, they were very, very hot. Serena was acutely aware of the warm, sweet-smelling boy holding her in his arms, aware of her hardened nipples pushing into him as he spoke words of love and concern into her blonde hair. When she looked up, she was astonished: was his face always this sexy? Unconsciously she started to rub her body against his. Darien felt Serena starting to move against him, and his own body began to respond to it. He threaded his right arm underneath her left and stroked her hair with his other hand. His face dipped downward and his lips encased hers. He accidentally slipped a finger off the towel as he was absently rubbing her legs, allowing it to pass near her labia. She stiffened as though an electrical current had been passed through her, and her hands flew to his hand, holding it there. Had he not been kissing her, she probably would have whispered, "Do that again!" Serena felt everything explode at once. The rush of sensual heat that coursed through her body made her arch against Darien, and her hands wanted to go everywhere at once. *Oh, Darien,* she thought as his hands started to wander her body, *Touch me here, there, everywhere, make me part of you, and I'll make you part of me. . .* Darien nibbled and kissed his way down Serena's delicate ivory neck, listening to the rising thrum in her throat, he himself moaning while the tiny hands that fit so perfectly into his tickled and stroked along his torso. That purr turned into a feline shriek when his lips drew her right nipple into his mouth. Serena felt a surge of fire course through her veins when Darien began to suck on her nipple, and she screamed with pleasure. His hands had been teasing her womanhood, drawing her sensitivity up but never penetrating. *Mmm. . . You're not just warming me up, Muffin, you're lighting me on fire!* Serena felt her hands pushing Darien's head downward, away from her chest and toward where she really wanted him to go, at this point only half controlling her actions - the other half of her consciousness was entirely concentrated on the pleasure Darien was giving her. Darien was surprised at how strong his girlfriend was. He managed to slow his descent along her body by licking and caressing down her flat stomach, but realized when he looked up into her eyes that he was doing her no favor by increasing her anticipation - she was already so aroused she couldn't see straight. Eschewing subtlety, he put his tongue right in, felt around for exactly where her center was, and began to bring Serena to a fast boil. He heard Serena scream "AII!" when he touched her, and her eyes fluttered closed so that she could fully concentrate on the sensations of Darien's agile tongue thrashing about her nub. Serena's screams turned into hoarse groans as she started to take shallower and more rapid breaths. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen as Darien gently teased the nipples with his fingers and kneaded the tender mounds, so perfectly sized for his strong, slender hands, the hands of a sensitive artist. Within a minute of having Darien down there, Serena felt a star about to explode in her belly. Her hands tangled in Darien's hair and she drew in a deep breath as all the world froze in place, crying out with all her might in the next moment when everything crashed back into frantic motion, the cry of a tigress unleashed as the star burst into being, white-hot waves of passion spreading all over her body as her muscles locked up and spasmed. For a time, Serena lay suffused in the afterglow, while Darien carried her to the living room and placed her relaxed, glowing form on the couch. He kissed her gently on the lips and allowed her tongue to probe his mouth, tasting herself. After a while, she languidly sat up and wrapped her arms around him. She said, "Darien, you did a wonderful thing for me tonight, and I came over here to help *you.* I'm going to help you." With that, she pulled off Darien's boxers, "I'll help you forget that silly nightmare," she whispered. She was surprised at how beautiful his manhood looked to her, standing proudly straight from its patch of black hair. She touched it with her tender, hot hand and was surprised when it throbbed. Hearing Darien's breath grow heavier and more uneven, she looked up to see an expression of intense happiness and pleasure on his face as she continued to stroke it, her hand moving more and more quickly. Darien groaned as her tongue caressed his chest, licking at his small, hard brown nipples. She then pulled Darien to his feet and began to lead him through the apartment by the hand. "Serena, wha. . ." Darien's hazy chain of thought was broken when Serena pulled him into the bedroom and opened the bedstand's drawer. The package of condoms he'd bought back when he was dating Rei and never used lay there. She pulled one out and popped it in her mouth, then took Darien in and tried to put the rubber on him. The trick, she figured out after two flubbed tries, was to suck in before she tried to put it on him. She pulled her head away from his groin and kissed him along his shoulder, up his neck, across his face and back down the other side of his neck. "I want us both to have a taste of heaven tonight, Darien. I don't care what it costs me." She pushed him onto his back, Darien all the while wondering where and when she became so aggressive, and then she was on him, breaking her maidenhood in one thrust. Serena hadn't anticipated pain. She fell down on Darien's chest, crying. Darien hugged her tightly, still within her. "Oh, Serena, I should have warned you. I'm so sorry," he murmured, trying to reassure the crying girl. Her next words surprised him with their maturity. Teary-eyed, she whispered, "Don't be, Darien. I wanted it so badly, and the pain'll go away." Her body and Darien's began to move again, and before she knew it, her words came true and she was moving eagerly with him. Now that he had the chance to concentrate on her, he found that she was quite good at asserting her will over their joining - when she wanted to go slower, she would break rhythm so that he was thrusting into her while she was moving outward, and vice-versa when she wanted to go faster. They quickly figured out a rhythm that was good for them both. Darien felt and heard his heartbeat pounding in his temples and ears as he moved with Serena. It had taken them a minute or so to figure out a good rhythm, and it was a bit slower than he had first tried, but it felt *sooooo* much better, because he knew that it was better for Serena. He remembered reading that if he did it too fast or too rough that it would hurt Serena pretty badly - the comparison had been made to repeatedly punching the inside of one's arm. Not that bad for a short while, but keep it up and it's REALLY painful. And the last thing he wanted to do was to cause Serena any kind of pain. He had already done more hurt than he felt he deserved forgiveness for. Just as that remorseful thought surfaced, he felt Serena shudder into an orgasm and the spasmodic clenching around his member and the feeling of his girlfriend's breath being expelled into his mouth all at once (her breath tasted of oranges and chocolate, a combination Darien felt was endlessly erotic) consumed his existence. The past and future were for memories and doubts, the present was for glorious sensation. Serena had half-expected that Darien would be ready to finish when her orgasm came, but a glance at him revealed that he still needed release. She kept moving around him, and felt herself start to build up again, toward another warm, wet explosion. Her hands stroked his back and shoulders, and combed through his hair again and again. Darien grasped her buttocks, and she fell mindless against him, moving frantically. Their lips met and stilled their moaning for several seconds before keeping up with Serena's movements became too much in their aroused state. Darien felt Serena almost on the brink when he lost it and came. An eternal moment after he went over the brink, gasping Serena's name breathlessly, over and over, his bucking sent the girl on top of him screaming into the same abyss. When it was over, her small form lay on top of his larger body, all of her energy spent. Darien stayed inside her until she was nearly asleep, then gently pulled out of her and threw away the condom. Serena mumbled, "Thank you for warming me up, Darien," as she curled up with him. "It was everything I had ever dreamed of, and more." "It was my pleasure, my darling." The last sound Darien heard before Serena's consciousness slid away and her steady breathing and slow heartbeat lulled him to sleep was her voice. She breathed, "And mine, my prince." --- --------------------------------------------------------------------- CHWB.TXT Name: CHWB.TXT Type: Plain Text (text/plain)