DIVINE INTERVENTION
A Sailor Moon Lemon

by Sailor Mac
	Hematite was just about at the end of his rope.
	The Supreme Negaverse General had thrown everything at those Sailor Scouts
that he could think of in an effort to get rid of them. And they just kept
kicking the stuffing out of his creatures.
	There's got to be some hidden weakness, he thought. If only I could figure
out what it is. . .Maybe one of my predecessors was on the road to
discovering it when he was defeated. Maybe I can use their research to help
me find the answer. . .
	He booted up his computer and began accessing files. The records of Beryl
and her henchmen showed nothing that he did not already know. Nor did the
files of Scarpiite. . . .
	Then, he came across something in the records of Wotite that made his
heart beat faster.
	"I have discovered the true identity of Sailor Moon. She is a Tokyo
teenager named Serena Tsukino. I have yet to figure out exactly how her
transformation takes place, but I suspect it may have something to do with
the brooch she is always wearing on the front of her school uniform, which
matches a brooch which also appears on Sailor Moon's fuku. I am sending
Siegmite to investigate. . ."
	But Wotite had not found out anything else, because the next entry
consisted of indignation over Siegmite's betrayal of the Negaverse. The
rogue general had been banished, put into eternal sleep on a mountaintop,
and Wotite had given up on finding out more about Sailor Moon and began
plotting his attack on the Nagano Olympics instead.
	Hematite stared at the picture before him on the screen. Then, he started
to laugh, an evil cackle that grew louder and louder as the dark plan took
shape in his mind. . .
* * *
	Meanwhile, the object of his pursuit was definitely thinking of things
other than the Negaverse.
	Serena was using the keys Darien had given her to let herself into his
apartment. He was due home from class in about an hour, giving her just
enough time to prepare her surprise. . .
	Oh, is he going to love this, she thought, as she carried her garment bag
and overnight case into his bedroom. She began unpacking what she needed:
makeup, clothing, perfume, and the soundtrack CD of "The Full Monty". . .
	When Darien came in, he sensed that Serena was in the apartment, although
he couldn't see her anywhere. "Honey?" he called. "Meatball Head? Are you
here?"
	Then, he saw the envelope with his name on it on the coffee table. He
opened it up, took out a piece of paper and read:
	"Darien, Darling:
	You're in for a surprise. Sit in your favorite chair and get cozy. When
you're ready, pick up the remote for the CD and press 'play,' and your
surprise will begin.
	Oh, and one more thing: I wouldn't get all dressed up if I were you. I
think your boxer shorts would be just perfect to wear.
	See ya in a few, honey.
	I Love You,
	Serena."
	Now, what could that minx be up to this time, he thought. He felt himself
tingling with anticipation. . .which intensified when he saw that she'd
placed a wrapped condom on the stand next to his chair.
	Well, the sooner I get cozy, he thought, the sooner I find out. . .
	He stripped down to his boxers, like she'd asked, folding up the clothes
and dropping them in the corner. Settling into the chair, he picked up the
remote and pressed the button. The throb of "You Can Leave Your Hat On"
began to fill the room . . .
	. . .and the bedroom door opened, and a lovely blonde vision danced out.
To look at Serena, you'd think she was way overdressed for a romantic
evening - she wore a pink suit and white silk blouse, a scarf around her
neck, and gloves on her hands. But pretty soon, it became obvious what she
was doing. She wouldn't  be wearing all those clothes for long.
	She shimmied out to the middle of the floor, in full view of her audience
of one, and raised her arms over her head, doing a slow bump-and-grind. She
turned her back to him, looked over her shoulder, and gave him a saucy
wink. Her hands came slowly up to her hair, and she undid first one
meatball, then the other. As the golden strands tumbled over her shoulders,
she tossed her head, flipping her hair around, then turned to face him
again.
	The first thing to come off was the scarf. Slowly, she unknotted it,
giving him a saucy glance as she slid it from her neck. She danced over to
him, wrapped it around his head, and pulled him toward her for a kiss. He
tried to deepen it, but she danced away from him again, giving a teasing
giggle.
	When she was back in the middle of the floor, she slid her hands along her
own torso while licking her lips, then began to unbutton her suit jacket.
Turning her back to him, she let it slide down her arms, then caught it in
one hand before it hit the floor. She twirled it over her head a couple of
times, then sent it sailing into the corner.
	Going into her slow bump-and-grind again, she unzipped her skirt,
pretended to push it down, then zipped it back up again. She undid the
buttons on her wrists, then slowly began to unfasten the buttons on her
chest. . .she'd undo three, then do two of them back up again, then undo
four. When she had it completely unbuttoned, she turned her back to him
again, slid the left side down, pushed it back up again, then slid the
right side down, while looking over her shoulder, winking, and running her
tongue over her lips.
	Meanwhile, Darien thought he was going to burst with passion. He did not
usually find strippers appealing - the thought of an anonymous woman taking
it all off for strangers left him cold. But this was his Serena, doing a
private performance just for him. . .and it was turning him on to no end.
	The blouse slid down and hit the floor. She spun back around and started
to pull down her bra straps, then pushed them back up and began to peel off
her long gloves instead. . .slowly, maddeningly, one finger at a time. As
she removed each one, she flung it at Darien, and he pressed the gloves to
his lips.
	She danced toward him, bumping and grinding as her hands slid over her
hips, then quickly danced away. The zipper came down and the skirt fell. .
.but she had other plans for it. She picked it up and draped it over her
chest, holding it in place with her chin, then reached back and unsnapped
her bra. Keeping her eyes on Darien's, she slid her arms out of the straps
and dropped it to the floor, but kept the skirt in front of her, hiding her
from his view. Teasingly, she waved the skirt back and forth like a
matador's cape, giving him quick, tantalizing glimpses of her breasts. .
.Darien thought his erection was going to tear right through his shorts.
His heart was pounding, he was sweating. . .he didn't think it was possible
for her to get him so aroused without touching him.
	She let the skirt drop to the floor, then stepped out of her shoes.
Slowly, she grasped one of her thigh-high stockings, and began to roll it
down, bending over so he got a good look at her bottom, still clad in silky
black bikini panties. One stocking came off, then the other, until the
panties were the only thing she wore.
	"You Can Leave Your Hat On" had ended. The CD carriage spun around, and
some sultry smooth jazz began playing. . .
	Serena slowly moved toward her lover, swaying her hips. "Sir. . .would you
like a lap dance?"
	"I'd love it, you little minx."
	She twirled gracefully around so that her back was to him and sat on his
lap, wriggling around, feeling her bottom rubbing on his erection.
Suddenly, it was hard for her to keep up the pose of the cool stripper. She
leaned back against him, moaning, resting her head on his shoulder. He
turned his head to hers, and their lips met. Their mouths opened, and their
tongues caressed each other. His hands were sliding around her torso, up to
her breasts. . .He cupped them, rubbing them with his palms, and she let
out a deep, loud groan in her throat as they continued their tongue-dance.
	He shifted his hands a bit so he could caress her nipples with his fingers
as his tongue moved to her ear, flicking in and out of the tiny hole.
"Ooohhhh! Oh, Darien, yeeesss. . ." He slid one hand lower, lower, tracing
lazy circles on her belly, then slipping over the surface of her panties. .
.She parted her legs, and his fingers moved into the silk-covered hollow,
caressing her nether lips through the damp fabric - which got even damper
the more he stroked her. When he shifted upward and found her jewel, she
let out a small shriek.
	"There's still one thing you didn't take off, Gypsy Rose Serena," he
whispered in a wicked tone of voice.
	"Hmm. . .there's something you didn't take off, either."
	She got off his lap, and he stood up as well. Their hands slid to each
other's waistbands, and his boxers quickly dropped to the floor, her
panties following seconds later.
	Blissfully nude, they embraced, rubbing their bodies together, glorying in
the friction of skin on skin, feeling like they were striking sparks off
each other. They kissed, long, wet and hot, as her hands cupped and
squeezed his buttocks.
	When their mouths broke apart, he whispered, "Serena, darling. . .I want
to be inside you so, so much. . ."
	"Mmmmm," she said. "I like that idea."
	She took the rubber and dropped to her knees, peeling off the foil as her
teasing tongue slipped across the head of his manhood, nearly driving him
over the edge. Slowly, she put the rubber on him, then eased him back into
the chair. She climbed back into his lap, facing him this time, and lowered
herself onto him, positioning herself until it felt just right. . .then,
she began to move, and they both moaned. Darien took her breast in his
hand, drawing it toward his mouth, licking her nipple  over and over as she
thrust and ground her hips against him. . . "Ooooohhhh. . .baby, baby, that
feels so good, Darien. . .I love you so much. . ."
	When he pulled the hard bud in his mouth and began to suck, the moans
became a shriek. Her hips increased their tempo, and then, suddenly,
something burst within her. . . "AAAAAAHHHHH!!!" she screamed, then gasped,
as the pleasure flooded her, and the tugging and throbbing of her hot
sheath pulled him over the edge with her, and he yelled her name as he
emptied himself.
	She collapsed atop him, panting, and they held each other close as the
last shudders faded from their bodies.
	"Oh, Serena," he whispered, "that was absolutely incredible. You are so
sexy, so beautiful. . ."
	"Mmmm." She was lost in dreamy languor, and just wanted to go to sleep in
his arms. She couldn't imagine feeling more happy and content.
	He picked her up, tenderly, and carried her to the bedroom. He lay her
down, quickly disposed of the condom, and snuggled next to her.
	"I love you, Darien," she whispered.
	"I love you too, my darling," he replied.
	They drifted off into blissful sleep together, both thinking the same
thing - that they were two halves of one soul, and only together were they
complete.
* * *
	Hematite chuckled to himself. All was ready to go.
	His youma were staked out at all the places where she was likely to go -
the arcade, the temple, the mall. And they had their orders of what do do.
	She would be dead by the time the next day was out, he thought. And
without their leader, the Sailor Scouts would be powerless.
	"Goodbye, Sailor Moon," he muttered to himself. And then he let out
another of his horrid laughs.
* * *
	He'd had to leave early, to go to one of the part-time jobs he worked.
He'd taken her home, and they shared a long, lingering kiss before they
parted.
	"Whose house did you supposedly stay at last night?" he asked.
	"Lita's."
	"Think your mother would mind if you 'stayed at Mina's' tonight?"
	She giggled and kissed his forehead. "I hope not, baby."
	Serena made the necessary pitstop at her home, to do some chores and
straighten her room. Finally, she came down to the kitchen:
	"Mom, I'm going to the arcade - and is it okay if I stay at Mina's
tonight? We're having a sleepover."
	"You just slept over Lita's last night."
	"But Moooom! That was just Lita and me! This is everyone! And. . .and
Lita's going to give us more cooking lessons tonight!" She knew her mother
liked the idea of her learning to cook.
	Mrs. Tsukino gave a deep sigh. "All right, dear. But remember - be home
for Sunday brunch. We're meeting your aunt and uncle, remember?"
	"I'll remember." She flew up to her bedroom to repack her bag, her heart
fluttering at the thought of another night with Darien. . .
	Little did she know that things were about to go horribly wrong.

* * *
	Darien was on his way to work when he felt the jolt.
	Oh, no, he thought, now what? It feels like trouble. . .bad trouble. .
.and it's focused completely on. . .
	"SERENA!" He swung his car around and started heading for the arcade. . .
* * *
	Raye and Amy were buying sodas at a small grocery store when Raye froze in
her tracks.
	"What is it?" Amy said. "Raye, what's happening?"
	Raye slowly opened her eyes. "Get the communicator and contact Lita and
Mina. The Negaverse is about to attack Serena."
* * *
	She was calmly walking down the road, halfway between her house and the
arcade, when it happened.
	The thing snuck up behind her and grabbed her so fast that she couldn't
have transformed if she wanted to. And transformation quickly became
completely impossible, because the thing grabbed her brooch with one of its
tentacles, tore it roughly from her blouse, and flung it away.
	Shrieking, Serena twisted and turned, trying to get out of the monster's
grasp. Oh, Darien, she thought, please, please come. . .
	But her efforts were useless. The tentacles were tightening, tightening,
and she couldn't draw breath anymore. . .she was being squeezed to death
like a rat in a snake's coils. Her vision was growing dim, her mind fading
away into nothingness. . .
	She wasn't aware of the rose which landed in front of the creature, and
the creature was totally unfazed by it. It was too late for Sailor Moon,
anyway. She was just seconds away from death. . .
	Darien and the others arrived on the scene just in time to see a strange
light, seemingly from nowhere, suddenly envelop her, and she vanished into
thin air. The creature gave a start, and made a funny noise.
	"NO!" Darien shouted. "SERENA! DON'T GO! DON'T. . ." Then, suddenly, he
turned white and dropped to the ground in a faint.
	And before the Scouts' astonished eyes, he was enveloped in the same
strange light, and vanished just as Serena had.
* * *
	She came to lying in a fetal position on a stone floor. She was naked.
	Am I dead? she thought. Is this some kind of way station between lives?
	"No, my child," said a voice. "You are not dead. But we had to get you out
of there, or you would have been."
	Serena slowly looked up, and saw two figures standing before her, both
women, both dressed in white. One had the same "meatball head" hairstyle
she did. The other had long, dark hair and wore a headdress that looked
like a full moon between a pair of cow's horns.
	She recognized the first one immediately - Queen Serenity, her mother in
the Silver Millennium. The other seemed familiar, but she couldn't place
it. . .
	"Mother?" Serena said. Slowly, she got to her feet, and Queen Serenity
embraced her. They held onto each other for a long moment. When she pulled
away, Serena saw that she was dressed in her Moon Princess gown.
	"You have done well, my child," Queen Serenity said. "You have surpassed
all expectations I ever had for you."
	"But Mother. . .I just failed. That monster got me before I had a chance
to transform. . ."
	"There is no way you could have known it was coming," the other woman
said. "Hematite planned it that way. He is very dangerous to you, Princess,
and to your fellow Scouts."
	"Who. . .who are you?"
	"We met before, Serena, although I was in a different form then. Do you
remember when Darien was suffering from what Queen Beryl did to him, and
someone came to your room at night and told you how to heal him?"
	"You're. . .you're the Moon Goddess!"
	"One of my less powerful forms. You see me here in my highest form, as the
Goddess Isis."
	"Isis chose you back in the Silver Millennium to be her priestess and
champion, my dear," said Queen Serenity.
	"As my consort chose your consort to be his champion and priest," the
goddess said.
	"My. . .do you mean Darien?"
	"Yes, my child. In fact, I believe he is having an audience with his
patron deity at the same time we are speaking with you."
* * *
	Darien awoke in what looked like the hall of a great castle. Slowly, he
dragged himself to his feet. Where was he? What had happened?
	And did any of it matter at all, if Serena was gone?
	"She's not gone, Prince," said a voice behind him. "She was merely removed
from the field of battle for her powers to be restored and increased. She
has many trials ahead of her, as do you."
	He whirled around and saw a handsome, rugged-looking man in ancient
Egyptian garb - a kilt, a jeweled pectoral, a conical crown with golden
feathers on either side.
	"Who are you," Darien said, "and how do you know about my past life?"
	"My son, I have kept a careful watch on you ever since I chose you for my
champion and priest in the Silver Millennium. My name is Osiris."
	"Wait a minute. You're the *god* Osiris?"
	"Yes, I am."
	Darien's mind reeled. He knew about Raye's relationship with the god Mars,
that a Moon Goddess had helped Serena heal his psychological wounds from
his captivity by Beryl, that the god Mercury had guided Amy to the
mountaintop where her Eternal Love had been sunk in an endless sleep. But
he thought that only the girls, the full-fledged Sailor Scouts, could have
patron deities. . .
	"I know what you're thinking right now, Darien," the god said.
"Technically, you *are* a Sailor Scout. You bear a Star Seed within you,
just as they do."
	"What's a Star Seed?"
	"A crystal which bestows magical powers upon its bearer. You carry the
Star Seed of Earth. And so far, your Star Seed has been underutilized. You
have done well with the rose magic, but there is more you can do. And you
will need to do more. Because great trials are ahead. . ."
	"What great trials? Is something going to happen to Serena?"
	"There is danger ahead, not just for Serena, but for your all. First,
there is this matter of Hematite. He is relentless and ruthless. You *will*
need increased powers to deal with him. And then, in the future. . .I
cannot tell you. But you will face challenges like you had never dreamed.
There are new enemies to face, more secrets to be revealed. There will also
be other allies, allies you've yet to meet.. . .allies who may look like
enemies at first."
	"I don't understand."
	"You will. And you will need all your wisdom and psychic sense to deal
with it all. . .not to mention the strongest power that you bear. . .the
power of love. Because your love for Serena is the strongest power in the
universe."
	"You said I was going to need increased powers. . .what does that mean?"
	There was a flash of light in front of him, and a weapon appeared,
spinning around and around while suspended in midair.
	"Do you know this dagger?" the god said.
	"It's the Moon Blade. . .but it's changed, somehow." It looked longer, and
the symbols inscribed on it were different. The original symbols had looked
Celtic, but the current ones were Egyptian hieroglyphics.
	Then, there was another burst of light at the hilt, and Darien suddenly
saw something mounted there. . . "My Golden Crystal!"
	"The weapon is entirely yours now, Darien. It has been renamed the Earth
Blade."
	"But. . .Serena uses it!"
	"She is receiving her own new weapon now. A weapon more powerful than any
that the Scouts have wielded before. . ."
* * *
	"It is time to give you your new powers, my daughter," Queen Serenity
said. "You will need them to defeat your current enemy." She held out her
hands, and a new brooch appeared in the air in front of her. "Within this
transformation clasp is the Silver Crystal. You will now use it to
transform, with the words 'Moon Crystal Power'."
	"But I usually have the Crystal on my Crescent Moon Wand."
	"You will not need the Wand anymore, nor will you need the Blade. The
Blade belongs to the Prince of Earth now."
	"But without the Wand and Blade, how will I. . ."
	"With this," said the Goddess. She stretched out her hand, and a long rod
with an ornamental top appeared in it. "It is the Moon Scepter, and its
powers are mighty, both for destroying enemies and for healing. The words
you need to activate it for either purpose are 'Moon Scepter Elimination'."
	"But remember," said Queen Serenity, "your true power comes not from your
weapon, but from within you. . .from your soul, your courage, and your
love."
	"And now," said the Goddess, "it is time for you to go back, for your
friends are in trouble. Look. . ." She formed a ball of light with her
hands and held it out to Serena. The girl gazed into the light and saw an
image of the other Scouts, battling the monster. . .except now the monster
had been joined by others like it, and they were outnumbered, overpowered,
and getting squeezed like she had been. . .
* * *
	And at that same moment, Darien was being shown the same vision by Osiris.
	"I will send you back right now, my son."
	"And Serena. . ."
	"She will join you on the field of battle, stronger than ever before. Take
your new weapon, and remember. . .the greatest power you have is your
love."
	Darien removed the Earth Blade from the light and fastened it to his belt,
where it would remain. And then, the god was bidding him a last farewell,
and the room was fading from sight. . .
	. . .just as Serena cried "Moon Crystal Power!" and began her first
transformation into her more powerful form, a transformation that would end
back in her own world.
* * *
	It was not going well for the Scouts.
	The four of them were fighting to get their arms free, so that one of
them, any of them, could unleash her power. . .but it was useless.
	Yet Raye refused to give into despair. Because her psychic senses were
definitely telling her that something was about to happen. . .
	Then, a voice above her yelled, "It takes more than a couple of Negacreeps
to get rid of SAILOR MOON!"
	And another voice from the same area, this time male, yelled, "If you
think I'm just Sailor Moon's boy toy, something to be bashed around by
monsters. . .you've got another thing coming!"
	There, atop a lamppost, was Serena. . .and on the post directly opposite
her was Darien. Raye's heart leapt with joy.
	Darien wasted no time in getting to work. He quickly spun his weapon to
charge it, saying "Earth Blade. . ." Pointing it at the closest Negacreep,
he shouted, "EXECUTION!" Instead of the shower of sparks it had emitted
before, it shot out a quick burst of a golden beam, which hit the monster
holding Raye and vaporized it. She fell, pivoted, and shouted, "Mars Fire.
. .IGNITE!" destroying the one that held Lita captive. Lita unleashed a
Thunder Dragon to free Amy, and Raye blasted the Negacreep that had Mina.
But suddenly, another monster, this one bigger than the others, was looming
behind them, ready to strike with lighting quick speed. . .
	Fortunately, Serena had already begun spinning her new weapon above her
head. "Moon Scepter. . .ELIMINATION!!!" The beam shot at the monster, and
the Scouts stood in awe at its power. . . the explosion that resulted as
the thing was destroyed was bigger than any they had managed with even a
combined attack.
	Serena and Darien leapt down from their lampposts, and the others rushed
to them, drawing them into a group hug.
	"We thought you were dead," Amy said.
	"So did I," Serena replied.
	"What happened?" said Lita.
	"Where did you get the weapon?" said Mina.
	"Let's just say I went home to Mother," said Serena.
	"Huh?" said Mina, but Raye instantly understood. . .
	"Queen Serenity?"
	"And another. . .old friend," said Serena.
	She reached over to clasp Darien's hand. Their eyes met, saying silent
volumes to each other. . .
	The others got the message. "Come on," said Lita, "why don't we go to
Crown Cafe? I think I worked up an appetite fighting. . ."
	"Sounds like a good idea," said Raye.
	"We may be along later," said Serena, knowing full well that they wouldn't be.
	They said their goodbyes and the others left. And as soon as Serena and
Darien were alone together, they rushed into each other's arms, and both
burst into tears, covering each other's faces with kisses.
	"Oh, darling," he said, "I thought I'd lost you."
	"And I thought I'd never see you again."
	"I wouldn't want to live without you, Serena. You're my everything. . ."
	"Oh, Darien. . .I love you so much. . ."
	They kissed and kissed, holding onto each other like they thought they
would vanish into thin air. Then, they broke apart slowly. . .
	"I told you before that you looked dashing with that blade," she said.
	"Not half as good as you look with that scepter. Did Queen Serenity give
it to you?"
	"Well, not exactly. . ."
	They detransformed, and as they walked home, arms about each other, they
shared their stories. Both felt filled with wonder and awe.
	"I don't know what Osiris meant when he talked about other trials in the
future. I wish he could have told me more about what they were. . ."
	"Darien. . .does it matter? Because whatever it is, we'll get through it.
We have each other. . ."
	They stopped to share a deep, lingering kiss, before heading into his
apartment building.
* * *
	Hematite was fit to be tied.
	"THAT BRAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!" he shouted, throwing anything he
could grab around his throne room. "WHY THE HELL IS SHE STILL ALIVE? WE HAD
HER, GODDAMN IT!"
	I'll find out who's been helping them, he thought. I'll find out the
Sailor Scouts' biggest secrets. And when I do, there'll be hell to pay. . .
* * *
	The first thing Darien and Serena did was take a nap.
	The physical and emotional strain of the day had taken a lot out of them
both. So they stripped down to their underwear, curled up in each other's
arms in his bed, and dozed off.
	When Serena awoke, the sun was going down and the light in the bedroom was
very dim. But she could still make out the features of her sleeping lover.
	Softly, she traced the outline of his lips with her index finger. How
precious he was to her. . .her biggest fear in the few seconds that she
thought she was dead was not that she had ended her existence as Serena
Tsukino, it was that she would not see Darien again.
	His eyelids fluttered open, and he beheld his beautiful Serena leaning
over him. He thought it was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. He drew
her down, his lips seeking out hers, his hands reaching up to unfasten her
hair so he could tangle his hands in the waves of gold.
	Oh, this soft, sensuous feeling of all this satin, all this spun gold. .
.He inhaled her scent, coconut and vanilla and musk, and felt he was
breathing in the very air of heaven.
	The kiss broke, and he whispered, "Hi, there, Meatball Head."
	"Hi, yourself. Gods, you feel good in my arms. . ."
	"You are unbelievably beautiful." He stroked her hair, then reached
beneath it to massage her back. She let out a small "mmmm" of pleasure.
	"That feel good, sweetheart?"
	"Yes. . ."
	He continued to rub her back, and then his fingers encountered the clasp
of her bra. . .She brought her mouth to his again, opening her lips,
allowing his tongue access to hers. The snaps were quickly undone. She
pulled away only long enough for him to slide the straps down her arms and
toss the garment away.
	"Aaahh," he sighed, feasting his eyes on the white mounds with their dusky
rose nipples. His mouth began to water at the thought of sucking them. . .
	As if reading his mind, she leaned over so her right nipple was brushing
his lips. Wrapping his arms around her, he drew the offered bud into his
mouth and suckled. Her taste was so sweet, sweeter than she'd ever been
before. . .He released it, only to flick his tongue over it , feeling her
shudder in response. "Mmmm," she purred. "That feels good."
	"I want to please you, my darling," he whispered between licks. He
switched his mouth to the other hardened tip, and she moaned. He rubbed his
thumb over the right nipple as his mouth worked on the left. Her hips
jerked toward him, and she felt a dampness rising between her thighs.
	"I want. . ." she gasped. "I want. . ."
	He pulled his head away. "What do you want, honey?"
	"I want to suck your nipples. . .and I want you to put your head down
there and lick me. . ."
	"Now we can't do both of those at once, you little minx. It's impossible."
	"Who said anything about doing them at once? Let's make the pleasure last.
. ." And her head descended to his chest, and she took a nipple into her
mouth. Darien wondered if all men were as sensitive there as he was, or if
Serena was just particularly talented at giving oral pleasures. She tugged
on the hard knot, taking it out of her mouth to lick it as he had done to
hers before moving to the other side of his chest. He let out a deep groan,
feeling his erection pulse with pure desire as her lips and tongue worked
their magic on him.
	Then, she was reaching down, stripping off his underwear, and her hands
were caressing his manhood, and he was moaning, moaning, feeling himself
trembling on the brink between her mouth and hands. He didn't want to come,
not until they were joined. He pushed up on her shoulders slightly -
	"All right, minx," he said. "Now it's your turn."
	She lifted off him and gracefully turned over, lying on her back. He
grasped her panties and pulled them down and off, inhaling her woman-scent.
She opened her legs, exposing herself to his gaze.
	Darien kissed all over the soft folds, reveling in the feel of her most
intimate flesh. He had to have more. . .He licked her entrance, tasting her
honey, the sweet, sweet honey that was more luscious to him than caviar and
champagne. His tongue plunged into her, and he felt her hips jerk, heard
her gasp. . .In and out he thrust, wriggling it around, then pulling it
out, nibbling lightly on her nether lips, then putting his tongue inside
her again. . .Serena tangled her hands in his hair, moaning his name again
and again.
	He pulled his tongue out, eased his face away from her, hearing her groan
in disappointment and frustration. . .only to attack her passion-swollen
pearl, lapping at it hungrily, then pulling it in his mouth and sucking
gently, yet firmly. Serena cried out loudly, her hips jerking, then her
whole body locking up before everything exploded in blazing pleasure. She
let out a shriek as her body shook, as ecstasy flooded her.
	She fell back on the bed, panting heavily, still shuddering. . .He quickly
grabbed in the bedside table for a rubber, put it on, and lay atop her,
softly kissing her breasts, then her lips, then moving down to her breasts
again. . .He took one in his hand and began fluttering his tongue over her
nipple, and she let out a deep groan. . .part of her was saying no, not
yet, I'm not recovered from the first one. . .but the rest of her was
saying, yes, yes, yes!
	Then he was sliding into her, his manhood entering the wet, velvety sheath
that instantly gripped him as if welcoming him home. He began to pump,
slowly at first, then getting faster. . .his hands came up to her breasts,
and he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. She smiled slyly up at him, and
reached between their bodies, her thumbs seeking out his own hard buds. .
.When she did to him was he was doing to her, he moaned and thrust deeply
inside her, and that touched off another climax. Serena let out a loud cry
as the luscious spasms wracked her, and before it could totally fade,
Darien began driving harder and faster, intending her to go over the edge
again and pull him with her.
	He reached his goal. She screamed his name as she came again, her hands
clutching at his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her, and the tugging and
squeezing of her sheath touched off an answering explosion in him. He cried
out, feeling the pleasure flood every bit of his being. . .
	Both felt totally drained, but totally happy. He withdrew from her, threw
away the rubber, and pulled her head onto his chest.
	"Sweet Serena," he whispered. "I love you."
	"I love you too, Darien."
	As the lovers drifted off to sleep, they didn't notice the pair of
unusually bright stars that seemed just outside their bedroom window. It
was as if their guardian deities were looking in on them, smiling approval,
and raining blessings on their love. . .
	As a matter of fact, that's *exactly* what was happening.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: Putting the Golden Crystal on the Moon Blade is based on an
idea developed by my dear friend Mark Berger, who will be doing something
similar in his future Sailor Moon fics. (Be sure to watch for his original
anime-style fiction, "Rock Seven," this summer - plug, plug!)

This story is an "alternate universe" version of how Serena got the Moon
Scepter. I based the actual scepter scene on the one seen in the anime,
with some changes - most notably, the addition of the Goddess Isis to the
scene.

Thanks, as usual, are due to my buddies Mark Berger (official pre-reader)
and Jeffrey, Zero and Sally Wizard (builders and maintainers of the Sailor
Mac Shrine - http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Bay/8344) and Molly Puthoff,
who never fails to make me smile and laugh; to Artemis and Luna and Sailor
November; to all the romance and "sweet lemon" writers who are a
never-ending source of inspiration to me - Jennifer Wand, Lady M. Harris,
Andrea Hui; Sexylyon, Lady Jupiter, Pandora Waldron and Ivana B. Anonymous.

This is dedicated to Chibi Ryuu, who sweetly mentioned me in the dedication
of her first fanfic (and did a pretty damn good job with it to boot) and
then wrote an equally sweet letter. Keep on writing, Chibi Ryuu!

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