IF A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORDS 6: MINA
A Sailor Moon Sekkishiaru Roman, Based on "Don't Worry, Be Happy," A Story
in Lunatic Party Volume 4

by Sailor Mac
	It is raining like hell, and I forgot my umbrella.
	I'm trudging home from the arcade with nothing but a magazine to shield me
from the rain. I can just hear Artemis now. . . "You knew that they were
predicting rain! You checked the weather forecast 50 times today!"
	Yes, I did. . .because I wanted to make sure Glen's flight got in okay.
He's due to arrive later on tonight. So sue me if a little thing like an
umbrella slipped my mind! I've got more important things to think about
right now!
	Except I'm beginning to really regret forgetting it, because I'm drenched
and chilled to the bone. I'm definitely going to need a hot shower before I
can feel like myself again.
	Then, I hear a voice calling my name. Somebody is walking towards me, with
a big umbrella. . .
	"Mina? It's me!"
	"GLEN! You came early!" I run toward him like a bat out of hell. His arms
wrap around me, and suddenly, the rain doesn't matter anymore. We're
together again.
	"Mina! You're freezing, honey! Get under the umbrella!"
	"Well, you know what they say. Cold body, hot lips."
	He laughs and kisses me, and we start walking toward my house. "I managed
to get out of that dreadfully dull tea party I was supposed to go to at
Lord Ironworth's, so I switched my flight. I couldn't wait to see you
again."
	"Oh, Glen, I couldn't wait to. . .ahCHOO!"
	"Bless you! Are you all right?"
	"I'm okay, just a little chill."
	"Well, let's get you home, out of those wet clothes and into a hot shower.
Then, we'll go out to dinner. . .maybe to that American bistro you love so
much." He puts an arm around me, his other hand still holding up the
umbrella. "It's so wonderful to see you again. . .all this week, I kept
thinking to myself, only three more days, two more days, one more day until
I see Mina again. . ."
	Sometimes, I admit, I'm jealous of the other girls because their
boyfriends are always so close by. Adam, Ken and Darien are only a
short-distance phone call away. . .and Chad actually lives in the same
house as Raye! But the long separations from Glen I have to endure make the
time we can spend together all the more sweeter.
	We get to my house, and nobody's home. Even Artemis seems to have gone out
for awhile. "Oh, does it feel good to be indoors!" I say. I go into the
bathroom and grab a towel, wiping off the excess water. . .but I still feel
chilled.
	"Why don't you go take that shower," he says. "I'll make the dinner
reservations."
	As I head into the bathroom, I glance back over my shoulder and say
teasingly, "And how can I trust a handsome man like you all alone when any
pretty girl can come by and snatch you right away?"
	"If any come by, I'll tell them I'm very much taken, and that they don't
want to end up at the wrong end of a Venus Crescent Beam Smash."
	I blow him a kiss as I close the bathroom door behind me. He and I shared
our deepest secrets. . .his psychic ability, my life as Sailor V. . .back
when we thought we had nobody else in the world but each other. I've always
felt so comfortable around him.  When we're together, I can drop any front
I put up to the world and just be *me.* It's one of the things I love most
about him.
	Humming happily to myself, I pull off the wet clothes and drop them in a
pile on the floor. Oh, Gods, even my bra and panties were soaked through
and through! No wonder I felt so cold! I yank the bow out of my hair, turn
on the water as hot as I can stand it and step in.
	One I'm done, I go to push the door open. . .but it won't budge! I push it
again and again, but something is holding it closed. Panic floods me. Did
it become jammed somehow? My mind is flooded with a picture of me standing
in here naked while a handyman summoned by Glen struggles to get the door
open.
	Then, the door bursts open, and Glen steps in, naked. He pulls me into his
arms. "I got lonely out there all by myself," he whispers, as he drops
something into the soap dish.
	"That was *not* funny, Glen Farthinggale," I hiss back. "You scared me half to death!"
	"Hmm, then I guess I'm going to have to figure out a way to make it up to you."
	He turns me so my back is against his chest, and his hands reach around my
body. I feel them grasp my breasts, gently squeezing and releasing them,
kneading them, softly pinching the nipples between two fingers. Hot
sensations start to flood through my body, especially when he brings his
lips to my neck and starts laying a line of soft, wet kisses up and down,
up and down. . .I find myself leaning back into him, pressing my buttocks
against his loins, trying to bring my womanhood in contact with his
manhood.
	When he lets go of me, I feel my knees give way, weak with passion. I sink
down to the floor. Then, suddenly, he's down there with me, and he pushes
my legs open, settling himself between them so he's rubbing against the
outside. I moan in pleasure, moving my hips instinctively. . .then, a voice
in my head says, "Don't even think of it, Mina. It's not safe."
	"No, Glen," I say. "We can't. Not here, not now. . ."
	"Yes, we can. We're alone, nobody's going to come around."
	"But. . .there's no protection! We can't do it without that!"
	He leans over and kisses my temple, then my cheek. The movement makes his
manhood press against my jewel, and I shudder.
	"Don't worry, sweetheart," he whispers. "I've got that covered. Look up at
the soap dish."
	I do. . .and see he has dropped a condom there. I smile.
	"Now," he whispers, "trust me. . ." I feel his tongue enter my mouth, and
I moan deep in my throat, stroking his tongue with my own. I begin to rock
my hips again, feeling hot pleasure build and build, feeling like I'm going
to explode. . .
	He brings his head down to my breast, and his tongue slips out and begins
brushing my nipple, twirling around and around in circles. All I can do is
lean back, with my eyes closed, my mouth open, losing myself entirely in
the pleasure. I want to tell him how much I love him, how good what he's
doing to me feels, but all I can manage to do is moan, loudly.
	He puts his mouth on my other nipple and starts sucking, and at the same
time, his fingers are probing between my legs, slipping inside me and
moving around, then in and out, flicking quickly over my jewel before
sliding back inside again. I feel myself trembling on the brink. He takes
his mouth and hands away and moves back up, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my
neck.
	"Are you ready, sweetheart?" he whispers. "Do you want me to make you come?"
	"Yes, yes, please! Now! Do it now!"
	His fingers go back between my legs again, and head straight for my pearl,
which he starts rubbing with gentle yet firm, fast strokes. "OOOHHHH!" I
cry. "OHH, yes, yeeesss. . . .AAAAHHHHH!!!!" The climax shakes me to the
very soul.
	I fall back onto the floor, feeling spent. There is the sound of a wrapper
being torn open, then, a few moments later, he's lying atop me, kissing me
and whispering in my ear, "I love you, Mina."
	"I love you too, Glen. Please. . .please, make me one with you."
	He takes me in his arms, and I wrap mine around him. I let out a long sigh
of pure bliss as I feel him sink into me. Oh, there's no feeling like this
one in the world! The hot, burning, tingling sensations that run over my
whole body as he starts to thrust, the feel of his hot breath on my neck,
his heart thundering against mine. . .He pumps faster and faster, and both
of us are moaning loudly.
	"Is that good, honey?" he whispers. "Do you like that?"
	"Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh. . .Glen, it's soooo gooood, ohhh, please, please make
me come again!"
	"Your wish is my command, my lady." He pulls my legs up higher, bringing
my jewel in even closer contact with his manhood, and begins driving hard
and fast, and I feel the next orgasm breaking over me like a tsunami, and I
scream my name as it tears through me.
	He still needs his own release yet. I feel him driving into me again,
harder, faster, and oh, Gods, am I coming *again*? Yes! Oh, yes!  I cry
out, loudly, as yet more hot spasms shake me, and then I hear him yell as
his own climax takes him.
	I feel him collapse atop me, and we hold onto each other, both shaking,
slowly drifting back to reality.
	Then, he says, "Mmm. You're still soaking wet."
	"Yes. . .but now, I'm warm. *Very* warm."
	He kisses me sweetly, tenderly. Then, he stands up, and helps me to stand,
too. "Well, my love, do you still want to go to that restaurant? Or. .
.would you rather go to my hotel and order room service instead?"
	"Mmm. . .what do you think?"
	We kiss again, and we both know very well what the answer to that is.
	I'm going to savor every sweet moment I have with him. Someday, we'll be
married, and there'll be no more hopping back and forth between one country
and another, no long absences when we only contact each other via Internet
and phone. But for now, we have to make enough memories to last us until we
can be together again.
	Which is what I plan to do tonight.
	Before he can even think of calling room service. . .we're going to spend
a few hours with the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on the door.


AUTHOR'S NOTES: In the original doujinshi, the guy in the shower with Mina
is supposed to be Motoki (Andrew). I say "supposed to be," because unless
you translated the kanji, you'd never be able to figure out who he is.
Doujinshi artists don't exactly put a lot of effort into accurately
rendering their male characters. It was my friend and MSTing partner Mark
Berger who found this story and thought that the guy looked like his
concept of what the Glen in my stories looked like. When I saw the
pictures, I agreed. And so. . .this story came to be.

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