IF A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORDS #10 - RAYE
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman
	
NOTES: A few definitions: Yaohan is a Japanese grocery store chain (they
also have a branch in Edgewater, NJ, which I frequent). Kinokuniya is the
Japanese equivalent of Barnes and Noble (and there's one of them right
across from the Edgewater Yaohan!) A tokkuri is a flask for serving sake,
and the cups it is drunk out of are called sakazuki.

	By Sailor Mac

	We're going to be stuck in this grocery store all night.
	Grandpa sent Chad and I to Yaohan with a HUGE grocery list. I normally
don't mind coming here (especially since there's a Kinokuniya bookstore and
a used manga store next door), but tonight? Forget it! This place is
crammed to the gills with slow, slow, slow-moving people, and the lines
look six miles long.
	I look at my watch. Forty minutes until Kinokuniya closes. Maybe, just
*maybe* I'll make it. . .if I get rocket-powered roller skates.
	"Is that everything?" Chad says. . .for the third time. He's even more
anxious to get out of here than I am.
	"Nope, we still have to go to the liquor aisle." I push the nine-ton cart
down the aisle (do we *really* need *two* enormous sacks of rice?) until I
come to the stacks and stacks of bottles. One thing you can definitely say
about Grandpa. . .he *really* likes his sake.
	"Hey! Look at this! Big bottles of Takara for five bucks. . ." Chad says.
	"Are you kidding? Grandpa would throw a hissy fit if we brought that home!
He *has* to have this kind. . ." I get down a bottle of Sapporo.
	"Whoa!" Chad says. "He drinks Sapporo? Man, that's the *gooooood* stuff!"
	"It is?" I usually don't pay attention to sake. Far as I'm concerned, it's
the foul-tasting stuff you have to gag down during ceremonies. I am *not*
going to be a big drinker.
	"Sure! It's better than sex!"
	I wheel around on my heel and say, "ExCUSE me?"
	"Aw, you know what I mean!"
	"Oh, I do!" I start pushing the cart toward the checkout as fast as I can.
How *dare* he say that to me?
	"Raye! Come on, it's just an expression!" He's scrambling after me. "It's
not as if I *meant* it!"
	"It's not what you meant," I say. "It's what you *said.*"
	We stand in the checkout line in stony silence. Better than sex, eh? I'll
show him. . .
	Fortunately, they open up a new checkout line right next to us. Most of
the people in front of us move over. . .and our wait is cut in less than
half. We make it out of the grocery store ten minutes before the
bookstore's closing time. . .
	He's all sheepish as we load the bags into the van. "Want to go get a
manga? I'll buy it for you."
	Do you think I'm going to turn down an offer like that? "Sure."
	I make sure I pick out the biggest, most expensive manga magazine. (Of
course, I know I won't have it for long. Within two days, Serena will
borrow it, and I'll never see it again. . .) We make it to the checkout
counter just as they're starting to shoo customers out.
	All the way home, he keeps reaching over to grasp my hand and caress my
hair. I won't quite thaw out. . .not yet, anyway. He's not getting off the
hook that easy.
	But inside, I know that he really didn't mean it, and he's truly sorry for
what he said. Okay, I'll let my guard down when we get home. . .but I'll
make sure he'll never say anything is "better than sex" again.
	Once we get home, we change back into our temple outfits and join my
grandfather for a short evening ceremony, after which he retires. . .but
not before telling us, "Thanks a lot for picking up my Sapporo! I can taste
it now. . ."
	We're left alone in front of the temple fire. I attempt to still my mind,
to meditate and pray. . .but soon, I have a distraction.
	Chad comes up behind me and pulls me into his arms. . .and I feel a hand
slip into my top. I try to act like nothing's happening at first. . .but it
soon becomes impossible.
	"Hey," he says in a soft, low voice that never fails to get me crazy.
	"Hey, yourself," I answer.
	"Still mad at me?"
	"Maybe."
	"Look, Raye. . .I didn't mean it. It was a stupid thing to say. . .I had
no idea it would hurt you. Damn, honey, I'drather cut off all my toes with
a butter knife than hurt you. I don't think I was ever really *alive*
before I came here and met you. . ."
	Oh, Gods, are those tears leaking out of my eyes? I'm fighting a losing
battle with my emotions. I turn around, throw my arms around him and lean
my head against his chest. "I love you," I say.
	"I love you, too. . .now, do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?"
	We usually go into his room, since it's further from my grandfather's.
Hand-in-hand, we tiptoe down the hall, not even daring to breathe loudly
until the door is shut behind us.. .
	Then, we're in each other's arms, kissing long and hard. I feel his hands
start to move over my body, through the fabric of my loose skirt and tunic,
and it's as if they were scorching me.
	First order of business, get rid of all these clothes. . .fortunately,
temple robes come off quickly and easily. They're all in a heap on the
floor within minutes.
	I push his back up against the wall and start kissing him aggressively, my
tongue flicking in and out of his mouth as I run my hands up and down his
body, slowly, slowly, just savoring all that tight muscle and soft skin. .
.I kiss my way down his neck, down, down to his chest, over his stomach. .
.
	Once I get down on my knees on the floor, I very slowly brush my hair back
and out of the way, deliberately prolonging the movement to drive him mad.
And then, I lean over and run my tongue across the head of his manhood,
inch by inch, hearing him groan with frustration.
	"Raye," he growls, "oh *gods*. . ."
	I take it in my lips and begin to suck, going as slow as I can at first,
then picking up the pace bit by bit. I can feel him tangle his hands in my
hair, hear him moan my name over and over. . .I just love the feeling of
satisfaction from being able to give pleasure to the guy I love. I let my
hands wander back to his bottom and squeeze hard. . .oh, yeah, he's got
such great, tight, shapely buns. . .
	"Baby!" he cries. "Oh, yes, oh honey, I'm almost there. . ."
	That's my cue. I quickly take my mouth away and replace it with my hand,
stroking him rapidly until he gives a loud, strangled cry and releases
himself, his body sagging, his breath coming in long pants. I gently lead
him over to the bed and lie him down, then stretch out beside him, kissing
his cheeks and temples.
	He seems to be dozing off. Hmm. . .this could be my opportunity to show
him that there is *no* comparison between lovemaking and sake. . .
	I go to the liquor cabinet and get out a small tokkuri, then open the
bottle of Sapporo, pouring a bit of it in. Should I bother with sakazuki?
Naah.
	Taking the sake into the kitchen, I warm it up in the microwave, then
carry it back to the bedroom, setting it on the nighttable.
	I lean over and kiss him. He wakes up, pulls me into his arms and deepens
the kiss almost instantly. I feel his fingers slipping between my legs as
his mouth leaves mine and starts to kiss down my neck. . .
	His lips close over my nipple at the same instant his finger finds my
jewel. Oh YEAHHH.
	All I can to is writhe about and moan as I feel him suck and caress me,
the fiery sensations running from my breasts to my womanhood and back
again. He stops sucking just long enough for his tongue to trace crazy
patterns on the nipple, and then he switches his mouth to the other side,
while his fingers slip down and inside me. . .
	"Ohh. . .ohh, baby. . .keep that up and I'm gonna. . .I'm gonna. . ."
	He raises his head. "You're not going to come like that. You're going to
come like *this.*" He pulls me up into a sitting position, so I'm perched
on the very edge of the bed with my legs wide open, and then drops to his
knees. He grabs me by the bottom and pulls me onto his mouth. . .oh, GODS.
. .
	I feel his tongue swirling all over, dipping inside, then flicking upward,
swirling around and around my entrance. . .His teeth gently nibble at the
lips of my sex, and I let out a little shriek (can't be too loud, can't
wake up Grandpa. . .)
	"Ohh, yes. . .ohh yes. . .baby, more, MORE. . ."
	His tongue begins to rapidly pump in and out of me, and I'm panting,
tossing my head this way and that. . .I think I'm going to go mad, it's so
good, so very very good. . .
	Then, he's licking right on my jewel, with rapid strokes, and that does
it. I throw back my head and let out a wail, and my entire body shudders as
wild, electric sensations flood it over and over. Now, it's my turn to flop
down to the mattress exhausted, bathed in sweat, panting.
	When reality fades back into view, he's kissing me and his thumbs are
stroking over my nipples, and I feel the heat start to rise within me
again. I roll him over on his back and reach for his manhood, stroking and
pumping it, getting it as hard as I need it again. . .
	Then, I reach in his bedside table for a rubber.
	Time for his "side-by-side taste test."
	Once I have him ready, I mount him, making sure that from the position I'm
in I can reach over and grab the tokkuri. . .
	"I love you, baby," he says.
	"I love you, too." And I push down, and we are one. Oh, Gods, there's no
feeling quite like it in the world. . .
	I start to pump my hips, savoring the feeling of him moving in and out, in
and out. . .I lean forward a bit, so I can have more pressure where I need
it, then start to pick up the pace a little. . .
	And then, abruptly, I stop.
	"What did you do that for?" he says.
	I lean over and take hold of the container of sake. . .
	"Open your mouth," I say.
	"Huh?"
	"Open your mouth and close your eyes. . ."
	He does. I hold the tokkuri over his mouth and start to pour, slowly. . .
He swallows it, and I pour the rest, while starting to move again, slowly,
slowly. . .
	Then, when he's done, I go for it. I put the container aside, lean over
with my hands on his shoulders, and start to accelerate the pace of my
thrusting - rapidly. He reaches up and starts to caress my breasts, which
only makes me want to thrust harder, faster, wanting nothing but
fulfillment, needing it so bad, so bad. . .
	"OOHHH!!!" I cry as the liquid flames shoot through me again, and seconds
later, I hear his cry answer my own. I crash down atop him, and we cling to
each other, gently kissing.
	He gets rid of the rubber, then comes back to me, kissing me again. Hmm,
on his mouth the sake doesn't taste so bad. . .in fact, it's delicious.
	"Okay," I whisper. "You had them both side-by-side. Still think Sapporo
sake is better than sex?"
	"You vixen. . .I knew you were up to something!" He pulls me closer. "Sex
wins, hands down. . .just as long as I'm with you."
	We kiss, snuggling into each other's arms to fall asleep. . .
	And then, we hear the noise in the hall. Uh-oh, Grandpa has insomnia again. . .
	And the next sound is him bellowing, "WHO GOT INTO MY GOOD SAKE?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is *very* loosely based in one in "Sailor X #2,"
which is a doujinshi I'd advise all lovers of sensual romance avoid like
the plague. . .it's filled with ugly, grotesque and violent scenes,
including one particularly vile portrait of Chibi-Usa being abused.
However, this is the only Raye and Chad doujinshi story I have come across,
so I decided to "salvage" it. (You do *not* want to see how the original
story ended. Trust me.)

"Secrets of the Sexy Slippers" update: We now have writers working on
stories for every Senshi (except Setsuna - none of our writers has, of yet,
come up with a mate for her). New writers are still welcome to join the
project if they want to do something with characters of their own creation
(you must tie them in with Neo-Queen Serenity and at least one Sailor Moon
character must appear in the story, however) or with minor Sailor Moon
characters (i.e., reformed villains) - or if they can, indeed, come up with
an ideal lover for Sailor Pluto!

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