WILD RIDE
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman

by Sailor Mac
	"There it is!" Serena said, nearly leaping out of the car seat in excitement. Sure enough, the huge, brand-spanking-new sign of Six Flags Over Tokyo was looming up ahead of them.
	Darien frowned. "Looks like an awful long line to get into the park, Meatball Head."
	"Oh, that's just because they haven't officially opened the gates yet. Once we get in there, it'll be fine." She squeezed his hand. "This is going to be a *great* birthday for you, Muffin!"
	Darien chuckled. True, being dragged to a theme park wasn't *quite* how he'd dreamed his birthday would be. . .but when Serena had dangled those free passes she'd gotten from her father's workplace in front of him, he'd said, "Oh, what the heck."
	Besides, he thought, there's far worse ways to spend your birthday than on a roller coaster with a beautiful blonde minx clinging tightly to your arm.
	The gates opened, and the cars started to move in. . .slowly. Very slowly. "Come on!" said Serena. "What the heck is taking so long?" She could see the tops of the roller coasters and Ferris wheel over the trees, and it was like a starving person looking at a buffet.
	"Maybe we can find that special park information radio station and they'll tell us something," Darien said, turning on his radio and switching to the AM band. The first thing he heard was a weather report on the all-news station ". . .already up to 85 degrees, and expected to hit 100 by high noon."
	"It didn't seem that hot when we left home," Serena said.
	"We could always turn back, you know. We don't *have* to do this today, Serena."
	"No, no, I'm sure it'll be fine. These weather people are always wrong, anyway. Besides, if it gets too hot, there's always the water rides!"
	After what seemed an eternity, they finally made it into the parking lot. The *back* of the parking lot.
	"Uh-oh," he said. "Looks like it's going to be a *bit* crowded. . ."
	This was confirmed when they got to the front gate, where they had to stand in *another* long, long line. "By the time we get in there," she said, "the day will be half-over!"  She sighed. "Well, at least it's not as hot as they said it was going to be."
	"Meatball Head, are you fanning yourself with your pass?"
	"No," she said, as she immediately stopped fanning herself and hid the pass behind her back.
	After what felt like six hours -- but was really more like 20 minutes -- they finally made it through the gate. "Woo hoo!" Serena said as her hand was stamped. "First thing we're gonna go on is the Electric Mouse!" And she took off for the roller coaster at breakneck speed. . .
	. . .only to be stopped dead by what looked like a wall of people. The line for the coaster ran from the entrance, around a set of wooden "stalls," down a staircase, around another set of metal "stalls". . .and then stretched out for what seemed like half the length of the park beyond that!
	"Oh, *no*!" she cried.
	Poor Serena, he thought. I have a feeling it's going to be like this all day. And if the situation doesn't improve, she'll think she's failing me.
	"Let's head for the back of the park," he said. "They say that everyone stays at the front of the park at the beginning of the day and then works their way back. It shouldn't be too crowed there at this time of day."
	She brightened. "Cool! Roaring Rapids is back there, we could go on that!" She grabbed his hand and started to push through the crowd.
		"Excuse me!" Serena said, bumping into a rather large woman with three crying kids in tow. "Sorry!" she said, knocking into a punked-out boy around Darien's age. "Gomen nasai!" she said after stepping on the foot of a middle-aged man. . .
	At that moment, the sun broke out from behind a cloud and beat down on everyone. The temperature seemed to shoot through the roof instantly.
	"Ugh," Serena said, fanning herself with her park map, and making no effort to conceal her action this time.
	"Are you okay?"
	No, I'm not, she thought. I'm hot and sweaty and these crowds are really getting on my nerves. . . But she forced herself to laugh and say, "Oh, we'll both be fine once we get on Roaring Rapids! You're supposed to get *really* wet on that ride!" And she approached the water ride. . .only to find a line even longer than was at the roller coaster.
	"I think everyone else beat us to it," he said.
	She just stood there looking at the line. How could it be? she thought. How could there be as many people here as there was over there? How could the number of people in this park keep multiplying this quickly? Are they dividing like amoebas?
	The sun was beating down more and more, and Serena felt like she was going to dissolve into a puddle of sweat. Darien noticed this. "Come on, sweetheart, why don't we. . ."
	"Let's try the other rides around here," she said, still bound and determined he was going to have a good time, despite the increasingly oppressive heat, the crowds, and. . .eww. . .the *smell* that was starting to rise from that hot, sweaty crowd.
	But they found the same thing when they went to the log flume. . .and the Pirate Ship. . .and the Super Loop. . .and. . .
	"Why don't we just try getting some ice cream?" he said, wiping sweat from his forehead. If it doesn't cool off soon, he thought, I *will* get her out of here.
	"Okay. I think there's a stand over there. . ."
	The line was almost as long as for any of the rides, but they got on it anyway.
	"Bet you can't guess what kind I'm having!" he said.
	"Hmm, could it be. . .chocolate?"
	He laughed. "Well, it just *may* be."
	"I'm gonna have vanilla fudge! No. . .mint chocolate chip! No. . .green tea ice cream with red bean paste!"
	We're gonna have our ice cream, she thought, and then these crowds are going to thin out, and we'll be able to get on all the rides, and. . .
	A pimply-faced young boy emerged from the booth and began walking down the line, shouting, "Our ice cream freezer just broke! No ice cream! Drinks only!"
	Everyone groaned, and the line started to break up. "Now what?" said Serena.
	"Honey, I think we should just. . ."
	She knew he was going to say he word "go". . .and for her, going was not an option. She was going to salvage his birthday celebration, no matter what!
	"Oh, look," she said, pulling on his arm. "A dolphin show!" The theater's huge, she thought, there's no way we can't get in!
	"Serena, are you sure you want to?"
	"Sure!" And she took off for the theater, with him following.
	As she'd hoped, they were able to walk right in, even sit near the front. Maybe we'll even be in the splash zone, she thought, and be able to get cooled off!
	She was so glad that something *finally* seemed to be going right that she didn't notice the sun had disappeared beneath a thick cover of clouds.
	The first droplets hit her nose just as the trainers were bringing out the sea lions. Oh, no, she thought, please, please not that. . .
	And then, the heavens opened, and the rain started coming down in sheets. The crowd reacted instantly -- within seconds, they were madly scrambling for the exits like lemmings running for a cliff.  Serena could only sit there, stunned, as if in denial that the rain was pouring and pouring down on them.
	Darien put his hand on her shoulder. "Come on, love. We're getting out of here."
	She stood up and walked after him like a zombie, out of the stadium, into the rapidly-emptying park. . .and then, she began to sniffle. Seconds later, the full-blown sobs burst forth from her.
	"Serena!" He turned and pulled her into his arms. "It's okay, baby."
	"Oh, Darien. . .I wanted your birthday to be perfect, I wanted you to have a great day. . .but instead, it's completely ruined!"
	He stroked her soaked pigtails and kissed her. "Come on, I've got to get you out of this rain, then we'll talk."
	She said nothing as they raced to the exit, out into the parking lot. We didn't even get to go on the rides, she thought. Not a single ride. . .
	Once they were safely in his car, he leaned over and kissed her. "You okay?"
	"I guess. . ."
	He hugged her. "Don't worry, Serena. . .my birthday isn't ruined. It didn't matter to me whether we came to this park or not. Remember, coming here was *your* idea. I would have been perfectly happy just sitting at home watching videos. . .as long as I was with you."
	"Yes, but. . .I wanted to do something special, something different! And it was a disaster!"
	He rubbed her back. "And you pretended that you weren't uncomfortable, so that you could salvage the trip. Serena, do you think I'd be happy if you were uncomfortable?"
	She buried her face in his chest. His arms felt so good around her. . . "No," she said.
	He kissed the top of her head. "We can still do something special. . .that doesn't require standing in long lines in the blazing heat. All we need is you, me, and your amazing imagination, you little minx."
	She sighed. "Right now, I just want. . ."
	"Just want what?"
	"To get out of these wet clothes. They're sticking to me like glue."
	He laughed. "Now *that* sounds like a birthday celebration to me!" He gunned the engine and took off, one hand on the wheel, the other holding hers.

***

	Once they were back in his apartment, the first thing he did was draw the drapes and gun the air conditioner. "Why don't you take off your wet things in the bathroom?" he said. "You can put one of my shirts on."
	"I can. . .but that doesn't mean I *will.*"
	"Minx."
	Darien busied himself with rummaging around in the refrigerator. We can have an indoor picnic, he thought. That'll be something "special" and "different." He found a package of hot dogs, and put some in a kettle of water to boil. There was a container of grocery store coleslaw in the fridge, and a package of fresh potato chips in the cabinet. And in the freezer was green tea ice cream, and he knew he had a jar of red bean paste somewhere. . .
	"Okay, honey," said a voice behind him. He turned. She was wearing one of his shirts, all right. . .a tank top that came down so low in the front that her breasts were barely covered. Tantalizing hints of brownish-pink peeked over the top.
	He exhaled a long, low breath. "Now *that's* what I call a birthday present."
	"You can't unwrap this one yet." She moved over to him, slowly. "Hmm. . .you're still in your wet clothes. You'll catch a cold like that, Darien." She closed the distance between them, and he was breathing in her sweet scent, feeling like he was drowning in those huge blue eyes.
	Her lips touched his as she yanked up his shirt. They broke apart just long enough for her to pull the garment over his head and toss it away, then kissed fiercely again as she went to work on his pants. Darien let out a cry as Serena's hand slipped over the surface of his boxers, caressing him through the fabric briefly, before pulling the garment off.
	"There," she said, letting her hands wander his body. "That's much better for you." She leaned over and kissed a nipple, letting her tongue tease it ever-so-slightly. Darien jumped and gasped.
	"I still get to go on one ride," she whispered. "The best one of them all."
	"Which one is that?"
	"The Wild Darien."
	"Oooh," he said, grabbing her and crushing her body against his. Their mouths met again, hungrily, her little tongue poking into his mouth, then pulling out, then poking in again.
	You sexy, sexy thing, he thought. I want to lie you down and cover you with chocolate and whipped cream and cherries and lick every bit off you slowly. I want to run my fingers over every inch of you, not missing the tiniest patch of sweet, hot skin. I want to penetrate you and feel your body moving against mine and our hearts beating together. . .
	"But first," she said, "your other presents." She moved toward the bedroom with a sexy little sway in her walk that he thought was calculated to drive him absolutely mad. He busied himself with setting up the picnic so he wouldn't explode... laying a blanket on the living room floor, putting out paper plates and condiments. . .
	A kiss on the top of his head alerted him that she had returned. She sat opposite him, putting three boxes into his hands.
	"Go on," she said. "Open them. Happy Birthday, Muffin."
	The first box yielded four "smooth jazz" compilation CDs. "I know that's the kind of music you like to listen to while you're doing schoolwork," she said.
	"And also the kind of music I have playing while we're making love, you little minx." He leaned over and kissed her. "Thank you, honey."
	The second box contained gift certificates to two area men's clothing stores. . .stores known for their sharp, hip clothes. As much as she loved her man. . .Serena had to admit, he was still stylistically challenged. He raised a eyebrow when he saw them and said, "Serena, are you trying to dress me?"
	"Who, me? Never." Pause. "Right now, I like you much better *un* dressed."
	"Oooh!" He grabbed her and started to tickle her mercilessly. She giggled wildly and struggled to pull out of his grasp. When he let her go, she rolled away for a second, gasping. . .then launched a tickle counter-attack, her fingers going right to that spot where his neck joined his shoulder that she knew would make him laugh and laugh. . .
	"Okay, okay," he laughed. "I give! Uncle!"
	"Now. . .will you behave long enough to open your last present?"
	"Hmm. . .I might."
	She handed him the box, which was smaller than the others. Darien opened it to find an exquisite gold watch. . .which looked somewhat familiar.
	"Serena. . .this is. . .a replica of our Star Locket!"
	She kissed him. "Not exactly. . .but it looks a lot like it, doesn't it? I saw it sitting on the shelf, and all I could say was, ÔOh, my GODS'. . ." Snuggling to him, she added, "It's almost as if it had been put out there especially for us."
	"Oh, my darling. . ." He pulled her mouth to his, and they kissed, little, feathery touches of their lips at first, then her tongue began to probe his mouth gently. Letting out a moan, he let his tongue caress and stroke hers, while his hands began to caress her body through his tank top.
	"Serena," he sighed between kisses. "Honey. . .oh, Gods. . .I want you, I want you so badly. . ."
	"Now Darien," she said, "what about our indoor picnic?" And she got up and headed for the kitchen. . .at which point, he raced after her, catching up with her just as she walked up to the pot of hot dogs. He intended to grab her, lift her up onto the table and kiss the hell out of her.
	But instead, she stunned him in his tracks by grabbing a long fork, picking up one of the hot dogs, bringing it to her mouth. . .and starting to suck on it. Slowly, she moved it in and out of her lips, never taking her eyes from his.
	Darien thought the top of his head was going to pop off She was torturing him, but in such a sweet, sweet way!
	She took the hot dog out of her mouth and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want some too, Darien?"
	This time, he *did* grab her and kiss the hell out of her. His tongue probed her mouth hungrily as the fork with the hot dog clattered to the counter. Her arms came around him, crushing their bodies together as she made low noises of pleasure in her throat.
	When they broke apart for air, he gasped, "Serena. . .I'm practically getting down on my knees begging you to get down on *your* knees."
	She laughed. "I don't think there's any need for that, Darien." She broke away and sprinted toward the bedroom. He followed. She whipped off his shirt when they reached the room, laughing. . .then pushed her lover down on the mattress.
	Kneeling over him, she teased his lips with her tongue. The palms of her hands swept up and down his torso, brushing maddeningly against his nipples for a second or two, then moving away, then brushing against them again.
	He let out deep sighs, his heart pounding, liquid heat surging through his veins. Yes, baby, he thought, oh, keep doing it, you make me nuts. . .
	The satin of her hair slipping over his stomach made him suck in his breath. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't wait, just couldn't wait, he thought he was going to explode in a million little bits before he got a chance to feel her sweet  lips on. . .
	His whole body jolted and he cried out loudly as her lips drew in his manhood. She sighed at the feel of him, the taste of him.. . .she loved doing this. Eagerly, she began to suck, moving her head back and forth, her lover slipping in and out. He was moaning, moaning, and the sounds were sweet music to her ears, encouraging her to do more. . .oh, Darien, I could never get enough of you, she thought as her hand slipped down to the sac beneath, her fingers moving over the heated skin as she took him out of her mouth, her tongue working its way up and down his shaft.
	"You're incredible," he gasped. "Oh, Gods, you're amazing. . .Serena, what did I ever do to deserve you?"
	She raised her head, her fingers still teasing and playing with his shaft. "That's easy to answer," she said. "You gave me your love."
	Darien was suddenly filled with an urge to give her that love in a *very* tangible way. He rolled her over onto her back, his mouth claiming hers again and again, this beautiful, sensual, dangerous mouth that had just been pleasuring him so wonderfully. His hands reached up to her perfectly formed breasts, cupping them, his thumbs finding her nipples and kneading them ever-so-gently.
	"Ohhh," she moaned. "Yes, oh yes, oh Darien, that's just soooo good. . ."
	"It's gonna get better," he said. And he lowered his head to her left breast. . .
	When she felt his tongue tracing patterns on her nipple, she let out a cry, her hips rising off the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him without words. . .suck, Darien, taste me, make me feel whole. . .When his lips closed around the little bud and he began to draw, she gasped, then let out his name in a little shriek. Pulses of extreme heat were racing all over her body. . .and the heat got three times as intense when his fingers slipped down, down, and then they were caressing her jewel, and he was switching his mouth to the other breast, and Serena felt like she was at the bursting point. "Darien. . .oh DARIEN!" she cried as she clutched the bedsheets and writhed.
	"What do you want?" he said.
	"You," she gasped. "I only want you!"
	"Hmm. . .there are several different ways you could have me, Serena. Would you like to have me sitting, standing, on my back,  on my. . ."
	With that, she silenced him by crushing her mouth against his, and flipped him over onto his back. Reaching into the nighttable, she got out a condom, which seemed to take forever to get it out the package. Rolling it on him, she climbed atop, taking his hands and bringing them to her breasts.
	"I told you before," she said in a breathy whisper. "I want to ride the Wild Darien."
	She pushed down, and there was the exquisite feeling of him penetrating, filling her, making their bodies truly one, just like their souls and minds were. He bucked his hips under her, encouraging her to thrust, thrust, and she met his strokes as his fingers brushed the pink surrounding her nipples, circling and circling the hardened tips maddeningly, but never quite touching them. . .
	A loud cry escaped her as he gently squeezed the tips between his thumb and forefingers, her head flinging back, then forward, her exquisite waterfall of golden hair looking like spun sunlight. She thrust faster, leaning forward just a bit, so she could feel the pressure on her jewel. . .there, yes, *there*, that's where I want it, oh, Gods, yes, yes, yes. . .
	She knew the storm was about to break within her, and he was ready, ready to come with her. . .just a little further, my darling, she thought. . .
	And then, it happened. . .the world was frozen for an instance, and then, Serena's body was shuddering wildly, and a huge, hot explosion consumed her. She let out a shriek, and it was answered by a cry of his own as he released himself.
	She collapsed atop him, still panting, still shuddering, and he hugged her, kissing her tenderly, stroking her hair. "I love you so much," she whispered.
	"I love you too, baby. . .how'd you like your ride?"
	She laughed. "Best ride I ever had. And no line."
	"I should think not. Only one person in the world is allowed on this ride."
	"Lucky me." She kissed him again. "We still have to have our picnic, you know. And the birthday cake. . ."
	"Hmm," he said. "Why do I have the feeling I'll be wearing the frosting?"
	"Oh, only for a few moments. . .until I can lick it off."
	He kissed her. "You just reminded me again of why I love you."
	And they snuggled up together, listening to the steady beat of the rain against the windows, thinking that neither could imagine a more perfect way to have spent his birthday.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story was written for the Lemonromance Challenge, a project undertaken on a mailing list to which I belong. Each writer was given a setting and situation to make a lemon out of, and I was given the following:
LOCATION: Theme park
SITUATION: it;s VERY hot, crowded and miserable.. and it starts to rain.
heavily..
Since it was just about time for Darien's birthday (August 3) when I got the challenge, I decided to make the Lemonromance Challenge my birthday story for him this year. Thanks to everyone on the Lemonromance list for making this Challenge possible!

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