HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEATBALL HEAD
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman

	NOTE: Unlike most of my stories, this one is set after a specific pair of
Sailor Moon episodes: 101-102, the episodes dealing with Usagi's/Serena's
disastrous birthday.
	"Sekkushiaru Roman" literally means "sexual romance." I came across the
term in the book "Pink Samurai: Love, Marriage and Sex in Contemporary
Japan" by Nicholas Bornoff, and thought it was a perfect phrase to describe
the types of stories I write (and those by writers like Mark Berger, Lady
M. Harris, Ivana B. Anonymous and Sailor Star Love).

by Sailor Mac
	Inside the temple, the noise level was up, way up. Raye and Lita and Mina
and Amy were all talking loudly and laughing.
	Outside the temple, all was quiet, as two people sat snuggled together.
	Serena's birthday was over. And oh, Gods, what a day it had been. The
events whirled through her head like a cyclone. Darien not knowing it was
her birthday. . .him being frozen in ice. . .her heart crystal being
stolen. . .Mina impersonating her (I am *not* going to let her live that
one down, Serena thought). . .and then the final showdown, when Sailor
Uranus saved all of their lives. . .
	I am completely exhausted, she thought, leaning heavily against Darien.
	He stroked one of her long pigtails and kissed her. "Tired, sweetheart?"
	"Mmmm."
	"Me too. Are you sleeping over with the other girls tonight?"
	"No. . .I just want to go home and go to sleep in my own bed."
	"Come on--I'll drive you."
	Almost as soon as she sat down in his front seat, her head drooped and her
eyes closed. He looked at her lovingly.
	Poor Serena, he thought, you've just had the birthday from hell. But don't
worry, honey. . .tomorrow, I'll make it up to you.
	As he headed toward her house, the wheels began to turn in his head. . .
* * *
	"Mom, I'm headed for the arcade," Serena called over her shoulder as she
headed out the door.
	"Do you need any money?" Mrs. Tsukino asked.
	Serena opened her purse to check - and saw a piece of folded notebook
paper. Darien had his notebooks in the car last night, she thought. . .
	Unfolding it, she read:

	"Happy Birthday, Meatball Head (one day late).
	Tell your mother you're sleeping at Raye's tonight and come on over, about
6:30. I promise you, it will be a night of magic. . .
	I Love You,
	Darien."

	She looked up slowly, her heart pounding.
	A night of magic. . .
	"Mom," she said, "by the way, we're having a sleepover at Raye's tonight. . ."
* * *
	It felt like 6:30 would never come.
	She played games at the arcade, visited the temple, hung out for awhile
with Molly and Melvin. . .but all the time, she felt like she was trembling
inside with excitement.
	What could he possibly have planned, she thought. . .
	She knew she couldn't dress up too much for the evening - after all, she
was supposed to be going on a sleepover, not out on a date. But she made
sure she put on nice underwear - a silky, pink matching bra and panty set.
	Hopefully, I won't be wearing my clothes very long anyway, she thought.
	When she knocked on his door - at last, at last! - there was no answer, at
first. "Darien?" She tried the knob - the door was open.
	When she looked around, her senses beheld beauty everywhere. There were
roses, roses, and more roses. The only light came from the candles placed
throughout the room. Soft, romantic music came from the stereo.
	And then, there was a voice from the kitchen. "Hello, darling. Happy
Birthday." He stepped out into the living room, and she sucked in her
breath. He was wearing his tuxedo, but not his mask or hat. He looked
stunning.
	He walked over to her, and they came together in a long, deep kiss. The
overnight bag she was carrying dropped to the floor. Their arms wrapped
tightly around each other, and their lips parted, their tongues dancing and
stroking.
	The kiss broke, and his whispered in her ear, "Dinner will be ready in a
few minutes, honey. In the meantime. . .shall we dance?"
	Their bodies began to sway to the music. She rested her head on his chest,
hearing the thump of his heartbeat under her ear. Such a beautiful,
comforting sound. . .Her hands slid up and down his back, and she felt his
hands stroking her hair.
	"You feel so good in my arms," he said. "Gods, I've been waiting all day
to hold you."
	In response, she rubbed her body up against his, feeling his heat even
through all their layers of clothing. . .He lowered his head to hers again,
and she felt herself shifting her body so that his thigh was trapped
between hers. Making a purring noise in her throat, she began to wriggle
against it, feeling the pressure against her most sensitive spot. . .
	Darien pulled her closer, his mouth ravishing hers, his tongue flicking in
and out of her mouth. Oh, Gods, she was exciting him so much. . .her
beautiful body against his, her womanhood sliding against his thigh. . .Her
mouth broke from his, and she leaned back, gasping with passion. . .He
could see her delicious nipples sticking up, hard and  swollen and
straining at the fabric of her blouse and bra. . .
	And then, the timer on the stove went off.
	The spell was broken. Slowly, reluctantly, she eased away from him. He
gave her a last tender kiss on the top of her head.
	"Sit at the table, my love," he said. "I'll be right there. . ."
	She gave him a big smile. Oh, Gods, she thought, for once in my life, the
last thing in the world I want is food. . .
* * *
	But she ate heartily, anyway.
	He started her off with a fabulous pasta salad, which had chunks of
onions, red and green peppers, and celery (but no carrots). Then came a
magnificent paella, which had all kinds of seafood in it - chunks of fish,
crab, mussels, shrimp. . .And on the side, he served super-fresh, homemade
buttermilk biscuits, which Serena ate several of.
	"This is delicious, Darien!" She looked at him with a sly smile. "But not
half as delicious as you."
	"You're pretty delicious yourself, you little minx." He put down his fork.
"Finished?"
	"I just want to have a little bit more. . ."
	He chuckled. This was her third "little bit more." Serena and her hearty
appetite were so much more appealing than those little waifs who thought
they would get fat if they ate more than two stalks of celery.
	Not that all that food did any damage to her figure. She was developing
some very dangerous curves, but her waist remained slim. And her face was
getting more and more lovely by the day.
	It seems fitting, he thought, that such a beautiful soul be in such a
beautiful body.
	"Time for your cake," he said, getting up and heading for the kitchen.
"It's an ice cream cake."
	"Oooh, good!"
	He brought it in, ablaze with candles. She wished that they could have a
bright and happy future together, and she blew out every one.
	After they enjoyed the cake and coffee, he reached under the table. "And
now. . .presents." He handed her two wrapped boxes and three cards.
	"*Three* cards?"
	"Look closer."
	She did, and saw that each had a different name on it: "Serena," "Sailor
Moon," and "Serenity."
	"Oh, darling. . ."
	The first was spicy and humorous, and signed, "I love you, my little minx.
Darien." The second was decorated on the front with a big bouquet of roses,
and bore the signature, "You are everything I'd ever dreamed you'd be, and
more. Love forever, Tuxedo Mask." And the third had a passionate love poem
written on the front, and inside, she read, "To my eternal, everlasting
love. Endymion."
	She leaned over and hugged him tightly. "And I love you - all three of you."
	"Open the gifts," he whispered.
	The first box contained a pair of earrings which bore the same moon and
rose design as the necklace he'd given her for Valentine's Day when they
were in Nagano. "Oh, honey, they're beautiful!"
	"Now the second."
	The other box was smaller. Inside was a gold ring, with a little red stone
on it - a stone that was cut to resemble a rose.
	"Oh, Darien!"
	He took her left hand in his. "Serena. . .I know you're too young for us
to get formally engaged. . .yet. But. . .I love you. I love you so much, I
don't know what I'd do without you. Before I met you, my life was so cold,
dreary and lonely. . .I didn't think I'd ever know happiness. I got bitter
and nasty. And then, a little meatball-headed minx bounced a flunked test
paper off my head, and my life turned right around. You've made me so
happy, and I want to make you happy as well." He slid the ring onto her
third finger. "Call this a pre-engagement ring, or a commitment ring. But
what it means is, I love you, and I want to be with you for the rest of my
life."
	She pulled him into her arms, tears of happiness brimming in her eyes. "I
love you too. . .and we'll be together forever, my darling, I promise."
	Their lips came together, sealing their commitment with a sweet kiss, a
kiss whose flavor quickly became very spicy. Their lips urgently caressed
each other, and soon his tongue was flicking in and out of her mouth. Her
own tongue began to thrust, parry and dance with his. Her heart was
pounding, her breath coming rapidly.
	He picked her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom, where he had
also placed candles, along with some delicious-smelling simmering
potpourri. His bed was turned down, waiting for them. . .
	He lay her down gently, and bent over her again, kissing her lips
tenderly, his hands starting to roam over her body. Expertly, he undid her
blouse as she sighed with anticipation. It landed on the floor, along with
her skirt, shoes and stockings.
	Darien leaned back and admired the beauty lying on the bed before him.
"Oh, Serena, that pink lingerie is so beautiful on you. . ."
	"But don't you think I'd be more beautiful without it?" The bra and
panties joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, and for good measure,
the pins that had been holding her "meatballs" in place were flung on top
of them.
	"You may very well have a point," he said. "Stay right there, sweetheart,
I'll be right back. . ."
	She stretched out like a cat while he went into the bathroom, purring with
delight in anticipation of what was to come. He'd promised magic, and so
far, he'd delivered. . .Now, the *really* magical part would come.
	When he returned, he was naked and carrying a bottle of something. "I'm
going to make you feel *really* good tonight, Serena," he said in his
sexiest voice. "I'm going to make you feel pleasures you didn't even know
were possible."
	"Oh, Gods. . ."
	"I'm going to give you a rubdown first, sweetheart. Turn over on your
stomach. . ."
	She complied, but not without giving him a few good kisses first. He
opened the bottle and poured something in his hand, and when he touched it
to her skin, Serena knew it was a coconut-scented lotion which he had
warmed up in the sink. He began to massage her, rubbing in circular motions
up and down her back.
	"Just relax, honey," he whispered. "Relax and let me please you."
	She felt his hands moving up and down her back, then over her hips and
down her legs, then up again. . .She found herself sighing deeply and
biting her fist. Oh, it felt so, so good. . .
	Then, his hands were on her buttocks, massaging them gently but firmly,
and she let out a moan.
	He patted her bottom softly, a sign that she was to turn over. . .She
flipped on her back, noticing how very hard her nipples were - and he
hadn't even touched them yet!
	Darien leaned over, kissing Serena's lips, then began to massage her
fingers, moving up her arms, slowly, slowly. . .He moved over her shoulders
and down her sides (to her disappointment), then down to her legs. . .When
he moved up her legs, she began to tingle with anticipation, expecting him
to plunge his fingers into her womanhood, but no plunge came - he moved up
her sides again, then over to her belly, which he took his sweet time
squeezing and caressing. Serena writhed and moaned, aching for the touch of
his fingers on her nipples, between her legs. . .
	Darien paused to coat his hands with the lotion again. Then, he cupped her
breasts in his hands , squeezing them, releasing them, then squeezing them
again.
	"Ummm," she said. "That feels soooo good. . ."
	Then, he began rubbing his thumbs on her nipples, and she cried out, her
hips arching upward.
	"Feels nice, doesn't it?" he whispered.
	"Oooohhhh. . ."
	"It'll only get better." And he brought his mouth to hers again, as his
fingers continued to caress her nipples. Then his lips were moving
downward, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her neck , down her chest. .
.When his tongue began flicking at her left nipple, she jerked upward and
cried out.
	"Darien! Ooohhh!!"
	He licked the luscious bud hungrily, then brought it into his mouth and
began to suck. She moaned, writhing in pleasure. Then his mouth was moving
to the other breast, and she was opening her legs wide, mutely begging him
to move downward. . .
	Darien answered her plea, kissing slowly down her stomach, moving closer
and closer to his goal. . .And then he was at the sweet juncture of her
thighs, and all he wanted to do was greedily lap at her. . .but this was
her night, and he wanted to make the pleasure last as long as possible.
	He spread her soft folds and began to gently explore them with little
flicks of his tongue. He felt his love shudder. He nibbled gently on her
nether lips, then went back to his teasing flickers.
	Serena moaned loudly. "Please, please, Darien, lick my. . .my. . ."
	He slowly began to move toward his goal, planting kisses and
tongue-flickers along the way. Quickly, he swirled it around her jewel
before rubbing his tongue back and forth against it. Serena let out a loud
cry, feeling an orgasm starting to build. . .
	And then Darien took his mouth away from her. Serena shrieked in frustration.
	"Sshh, love, patience, it will be worth it, I promise."
	He moved back up to her breasts, kissing the erect nipples, drawing them
into his mouth and suckling. She almost screamed. Then he kissed her lips,
then her breasts again, and then, suddenly, he was back between her legs,
licking her pearl, kissing it, drawing it into his lips and beginning to
suck. . .
	"OOOOHHHH!!! AAAAHHHH!! DARIEN!! DARIEN, I'M COMING. . .AAAAAHHHH!!!!"
	He knew his timing was essential for what he planned to do next. While she
was still shuddering, he pulled away from her, quickly unwrapped and pulled
on a condom, and lay atop her. Caressing her nipples with his fingers, he
began to rub his manhood against the outside of her womanhood, making sure
he stayed in constant contact with her jewel.
	"OOOHHH!!" she cried. She hadn't had time to recover from one onslaught of
pleasure, and here was another one. . .oh, Gods, I can't handle it, I can't
handle it, but it's sooo soo good yes I can yes I can oh yes oh yes. . .
	"DARIEN! Now! Please, please now. . ."
	He gave a big thrust, and he was inside her. She flipped him over so that
she was on top, and began to pump up and down wildly. His hands were on her
breasts again, the thumbs stimulating the nipples, then he raised his head
so that he could suck those delicious buds. Electric heat was racing all
over her body, and she thought she would explode. He felt so, so good
inside her, like he had belonged there since the beginning of time. "Yes,
baby, yes, yes, so good, soooo good. . ."
	"Serena. . .ohhh, Serena, I love you so much, honey. . ."
	"Oooohh. . .Darien. . .DARIEN! I'm gonna. . .I'm gonna. . .AAAAHHHH!!!"
She threw back her head as another orgasm wracked her.
	As she slumped after her climax, he quickly flipped them back over so he
was on top,  and started driving into her hard and fast, lowering his head
so he could lick at a nipple, determined that they come together. He was
rewarded for his efforts - she jerked and began to cry out again, and he
shouted her name. They hit the pinnacle of pleasure at exactly the same
second, and it felt as if their very souls had merged with each other.
	They fell back on the bed, totally exhausted. He disposed of the rubber,
then kissed her, drawing her head to his chest.
	"Happy Birthday, my darling.  I love you."
	"I love you too. . .and it's the nicest birthday I ever had."
	Curled up in a tight embrace, they fell asleep.
* * *
	He awoke early the next morning, sitting up in bed and looking down
lovingly at her.
	My dearest Serena, he thought. You're everything to me. . .no matter how
much I do for you, I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you for all
that you've done for me.
	Slipping out of bed, he pulled on his boxer shorts and went into the
kitchen. Soon, coffee was brewing, eggs were sizzling, and toast was
cooking.
	The good smells woke Serena up. She rolled over, finding her lover had
left the bed.
	"Darien?"
	"Just stay right there, sweetheart. You're going to have breakfast in bed."
	She snuggled into the warm spot where he had slept, embracing the pillow
which still carried his scent. He's so, so good to me, she thought.
	He entered the bedroom, carrying a tray. On it was a cup of coffee, a
plate of buttered toast with a jar of strawberry jelly on the side, another
plate containing scrambled eggs and bacon, a little glass of orange juice,
and a vase containing a rose.
	"Oh, Darien!"
	"Eat up, honey." He placed the tray on the nighttable.
	She attacked the food with relish, slavering generous amounts of jelly on
the toast, scooping up big forkfuls of the eggs.
	"Darien, aren't you eating anything?"
	"I had coffee before. . .it's all I want."
	"Oh, come on. . .at least have a bit of the toast!"
	She extended a piece of toast to him, planning to feed him. . .and then, a
big glob of the jelly fell off and landed - splat - square on her nipple.
	Both of them just stared at it for a second. And then, a wicked smile
spread over both their faces. . .
	"Hmmm," he said, "I think I see something that I very much want to eat for
breakfast." And he lowered his head, his tongue flicking out of his mouth
to lap up the luscious sweetness. . .and continue to lap at the sweetness
underneath. Serena moaned and writhed. "Ohhh. . ."
	Then, she caught sight of the jar on the tray, and more delightfully
wicked ideas entered her head.
	"Would you like to have a second helping of that, sir?" she said.
	"I'd like it very much."
	She opened the jar, scooped out some of the jelly, and daubed it on her
lips. He licked at it, running his tongue over her mouth before plunging it
inside for a deep, hard, hot French kiss. Now he was taking the jar from
her, dipping his fingers in, painting both nipples with the sticky stuff. .
.
	"Ummm," he said when he took his mouth away from hers, "now *that's* what
I call a sweet treat. I think I'll have more. . ."
	He kissed his way down her neck, over her chest, and then he was back at
her breasts again, licking and licking at her left nipple, then pulling it
in her mouth and sucking hard. "OOOHHH!! Yes, oh Darien, keep doing that,
that's so good. . ." She arched upward, trying to push her breast even
further into his mouth, feeling hot dampness spread between her thighs. He
only stopped what he was doing to begin the process again with the other
breast, lapping up the jelly like a starving man, twirling his tongue over
and over on the hard little bud.  She moaned and moaned, pumping her hips
in time to his licking and sucking.
	He raised his head, and she opened her eyes, looking deep into his and smiling.
	"Darien. . .do you mind if I borrow that jar of jelly for a minute?
There's something I very much want to spread it on. . ."
	And she pulled down his boxers, then picked up the jar. He sucked in his
breath in anticipation. . .
	Slowly, she coated him with it, moving from root to tip, rubbing extra
dollops on the head. . .She bent her head, and slowly, slowly, her tongue
began to move over the surface. Oooh, she though, the jelly tastes better
now than it did on the toast! She moved her tongue in little swirls,
working her way slowly upward. . .Darien moaned loudly, tangling his hands
in her hair, well aware he was getting jelly in it. . .but he didn't care.
One other good thing about love play with food. . .they could look forward
to washing it all off in the shower afterward.
	She moved up to the head, then took the whole thing in her mouth, moving
her head up and down, up and down. . .He leaned back and cried out her
name, resisting the urge to thrust his hips against her face hard. "OHHH!
Yes, yes, that feels so good, oh, Gods, Serena, I love you so much. . ."
She pulled him out completely, ran her tongue all the wayup and down its
length quickly, then swirled it around the head, then put it back in again.
. .
	"SERENA! Ohhh, I'm gonna come, oh, baby. . ."
	Quickly, she pulled away from him, then grasped him with her hand, pumping
as fast as she could, and he released himself, letting out a huge shout of
"AAAAHHHH!"
	He flopped on his back on the bed, spent. She tenderly kissed his temple,
then his cheek, then his lips. Grabbing tissues from the nighttable, she
quickly wiped off her hand, then reached for the jar of jelly again. . .
	"Have you eaten your fill?" she asked him. "Or do you want another course?"
	He took it from her. "There's still one thing I haven't eaten yet."
	She brought her mouth to his, and they kissed fiercely, their tongues
tangling and dancing. Then, he lay back down, and she straddled him,
kneeling so her legs were on either side of his head. . .He dipped his
fingers in the jelly and coated her nether lips, scooping out a big dollop
and slipping it inside her, making sure a generous portion was on her
jewel. . .
	Then, he grasped her buttocks in his hands and drew her down to him, and
his tongue was licking, licking, licking, and she groaned as the hot
pleasure spread through her. . .He savored the delicious taste of the jelly
combined with the delicious taste of her honey. He pushed his tongue inside
her, wiggling it around, trying to get every luscious drop. . . "Darien, oh
Darien, that's so good, soooo gooood, OOOHHH!!" He flicked it upward, then
downward, then up again, nibbling at the sweet, soft flesh of the lips,
kissing them, then going up toward her jewel. . .He captured that sweet
little nub of flesh in his lips, flicking his tongue over it before
beginning to gently suck. She gasped, panting, groaning, oh yes, oh yes, oh
baby, keep going, keep going, I'm almost there, almost there. . .
	"YES! OH GODS, OH BABY, I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH. . .AAAAHHHH!!" Serena
stiffened, then shuddered, as crazy hot passion screamed through every cell
of her body. Then, as she was still shaking with passion, he gently rolled
her onto her back and reached into the nighttable for a rubber. He lay atop
her, kissing her lips, then her breasts, with sweet, sweet tenderness, and
then he gave a big thrust and was inside her. At their joining, both of
them gasped, savoring the luscious, luscious feel of being one flesh. .
.Then, he began to move, slowly, then picking up speed. Her hands grasped
his buttocks, trying to pull him deeper and deeper into her, trying to hold
him there forever, and he was pumping harder and harder, and his manhood
was kissing her jewel again and again. . .
	"Ohh yes, ohh yes, Darien, I love you, I love you. . ."
	"Serena. . .Serena, my darling. . ."
	Her hips rose to meet his every thrust, over and over, and her heart was
pounding, coherent thought far, far away, all she could think of was
getting there, reaching paradise. . .
	Then, suddenly, the explosion came. She arched, screaming his name as hot
pleasure roared through her, and her climax touched off an answering one in
him. He shouted, a wordless cry that nonetheless spoke volumes to her, as
he released himself.
	He fell down next to her, and they held each other tightly, gasping and
kissing each other's faces. "Now *that's* what I call a birthday
breakfast!" she whispered.
	"Was it as delicious for you as it was for me?"
	"It was the most luscious breakfast I ever ate."
	"I love you."
	"I love you, too."
	As they curled up and drifted off to sleep, she thought. . .hmm, his
birthday's about a month away, I wonder what *I* can do for *him*?

	AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yes, there will be a "Happy Birthday, Muffin." Watch for
it around Darien's birthday (August 3, according to Sailor Moon lore).
	As always, I give the utmost thanks to my dear friend and MSTing partner
Mark Berger, to Artemis and Luna, to Jeffrey and Sally and the rest of the
Wizards, to Molly Puthoff, Sailor Star Love, and all the terrific writers
whose work has been such an inspiration to me: Lady M. Harris, Sexylyon,
Ivana B. Anonymous, Andrea Hui, Lady Jupiter, and whoever drew that Usagi/Ma
moru story in "Lunatic Party" Volume 4 (the basis for my "If a Picture
Paints a Thousand Words" - anyone know of any other romantic Usagi/Mamoru
stories in other volumes of "Lunatic Party," or other fairly-easy-to-find
doujinshi?)
	Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm
just borrowing them for a little while.