HOT FUDGE
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman

by Sailor Mac
	"Okay. . .I'm ready to raid the refrigerator!"
	Serena rushed up the steps from the rec room like the hounds of hell were 
on her tail. She and Darien had the house to themselves, Sammy was at the 
movies with friends, her parents were out shopping with Reenie, and they'd been 
playing video games for the past hour or so.
	That is, until their gaming was interrupted by Serena's stomach.
	She opened the fridge and scrutinized its contents. . .and made a noise of 
disgust.
	"Yuk!" she said. "There is absolutely *nothing* in here!" And she started 
to root around, looking for anything that would be considered halfway edible. . 
.
	"Hey, here's some leftover curry," she said, opening a plastic container. 
. .and then, she got a good whiff of its contents. "Ugh. . .curry that has been 
in there *much* too long." She flung it into the garbage. "I don't think there's 
*anything* in there to eat!" 
	Darien chuckled as he watched her frantically start to root around again. 
Serena was certainly passionate about food. . .just like she was passionate 
about everything else in life. That was one very big reason why he loved her so 
much. Her level of passion, of enthusiasm about everything, kept him from 
sinking into the dark lethargy that had been his everyday mood during his lonely 
youth.
	"Humph," she said. "Wasabe. . .canned coffee. . .jar of olives. . ."
	She didn't notice that he had snuck away to his car. He had a surprise for 
her in there, something he'd been planning to give her later. . .but now was the 
perfect time.
	"Olive loaf?" she said, making a face. "*Nobody* likes olive loaf!" She 
flung it back into the fridge in disgust. "I give up, Darien. . .Darien?"
	No reply. . .she shut the fridge and turned around, looking for him. . .
	And then, a hand came around from behind and put something in her mouth. . 
.something delicious. . .
	She chewed. Chocolate fudge!
	"Darien! This is terrific! Where'd you get this from?"
	"The little candy store next to the arcade. They were cooking up a fresh 
batch when I was on my way home from school. . .I had the windows of my car open 
and I could smell it, and I couldn't resist."
	"And you were holding it back from me? You rat! You deserve a tickling for 
that!" He laughed and started to run away from her, but she tackled him and 
started tickling his neck, his arms, his back. . .He laughed and pretended to 
try to get away. . .but he loved every second of it.
	"Okay, okay," he said. "I give! Uncle!"
	"And now," she said, "you have to surrender the bag."
	"To the victor go the spoils," he said, handing it over. She opened it, 
pulled out a piece, and put it in his mouth. He quickly licked at her fingers, 
and a luscious shiver ran down her spine.
	"Mmm," he said. "Now *that* was delicious."
	"I'll give you something more delicious." She pulled him into her arms, 
and their mouths met. His tongue pushed through her lips, and she caressed it 
with her own, savoring the taste, the texture. . .chocolate plus him. . .mmm. . 
.When they broke for air, she tipped her head back, and he began to kiss his way 
slowly down her neck, nibbling at her soft, soft skin. . .
	She smiled. "Okay, honey," she purred, "wanna share one?"
		"Ahh. . .I just *might* want to. . .but only if it's served on your 
sweet lips. . ."
	"I think that can be arranged." She rooted around for another piece of 
candy. . .and her hand encountered a glass jar.
	"Hey. . .what's this?" She pulled it out. "Candy-Crisp Fudge Ice Cream 
Topping?"
	"That's for dessert next time we have dinner at my place. You pour it on 
ice cream and it hardens instantly. It's like the chocolate coating on 
popsicles. . ."
	She saw a mental image of herself slowly licking a popsicle. She saw a 
mental image of herself slowly licking something else. . .
	A wonderfully naughty idea was forming in her mind. And he knew it.
	"*Just* ice cream?"
	"Well, it *might* work on other things. . .we'd have to experiment. It 
would be rather complex, though. . ."
	"What do you mean. . .complex?"
	"First, it requires a naked woman. And I don't see any around here."
	Serena giggled. "I think there's one down in the rec room."
	"Well, why don't you check it out. . .and I'll be down in a minute, right 
after I warm this stuff a bit in the microwave."
	She rushed down the stairs, turned off the video game and TV, and opened 
the folding couch. . .which she always kept made up with clean sheets. She 
dropped her clothes to the floor and took down her "meatballs."
	"Okay," she called upstairs. "I found one!"
	Darien came down the stairs, the jar in his hand. There she was, lying on 
that sofa bed, covered with nothing but her beautiful, beautiful blonde hair. . 
.His manhood was hardening rapidly at the sight of her.
	"Does this experiment also require a naked man?" she said.
	"Yes, it does." He dropped his own clothes to the floor, then sat next to 
her, slowly running a hand over her curves, reaching up to cup a breast. . .He 
leaned over and brought his lips to hers again, as his fingers brushed her 
nipples, making her purr. When he squeezed the hardened buds gently between 
thumbs and forefingers, the purr became a deep growl, and when he lowered his 
head and began to suck on one, the growl became a shriek.
	"Darien!" she cried. "Ohh. . .oh, yes. . .yes, baby. . ."
	She felt him pushing her legs open, starting to move downward. . .oh, yes, 
she thought, I'm going to feel his tongue down there, down where I want it most. 
. .
	But instead of licking right away, he reached for the jar instead. "And 
now," he said, "the experiment. . ."
	He opened it up and poured the fudge slowly over her womanhood, making 
sure her jewel was also coated. He'd warmed it just enough to liquify it, 
careful that it wouldn't burn her. . .Seconds after application, it hardened 
into a candy shell. He leaned over and began to run his tongue over the surface.
	Serena gasped. The thin layer of candy allowed her to feel the movement of 
his tongue, but blocked it from making direct contact. . .and it was so, so 
tantalizing! Just enough sensation to drive her mad with longing for the full 
contact . . .She panted as he licked in swirls and patterns everywhere, teasing 
and teasing her jewel. . .
	"Darien. . .oh, Darien, please, I want your mouth right on me. . ."
	"Mmm. . .I'm still savoring the chocolate. . ." He started to nibble at 
the candy, slowly, too slowly, occasionally nipping her tenderest flesh very 
gently. . .Serena cried out, writhing, begging him for fulfillment. Finally, he 
rapidly licked away the last of the coating. He knew it would be cruel to tease 
her more, so he went right for her pearl, licking it with long, slow strokes as 
he pushed two fingers up inside her. Serena let out a hoarse cry as she felt the 
in-and-out movement, coupled with the delicious warmth and wetness. . .He 
increased the speed of both fingers and tongue, and liquid fire built up and 
built up within her, and finally exploded. She shrieked as her body shook with 
ecstasy, as electric sensations flooded every bit of her being.
	She collapsed on the bed, weak, trembling and panting. Darien came up and 
tenderly kissed her, and on his mouth she tasted herself and chocolate. It was 
delicious.
	"Oh, my love," she sighed. . . "that was wonderful."
	"I think we can declare the experiment a success," he said.
	She felt reality come back into focus. . .and her head filled with the 
same mental picture she'd seen before.
	Not the popsicle one. The *other* one.
	"I think we need to run one more test," she said. She picked up the jar 
and positioned herself so her knees were on either side of his head and her 
mouth was by his manhood. . .She poured the sauce on his erection, watching the 
candy harden. She set the jar down behind her. "Hmm," she said, "a very 
different kind of condom. . ." And she took him in her mouth, moving her head up 
and down slowly. He gasped when he felt the wet heat through the barrier. . .oh, 
Gods, no wonder she seemed to go mad when I did this to her, he thought. . .her 
sweet womanhood was just inches from his lips and tongue, and the jar was still 
within reach. He poured some on his fingers and spread it over her softness. 
When it hardened, he began to trace patterns on it with his tongue again. The 
sensation only made her move him in and out of her mouth faster. . .When she had 
sucked away all the candy, she  ran her tongue quickly up and down his uncovered 
manhood, making him shudder, then reached for the jar, created another chocolate 
shell and resumed sucking. He licked away enough of it to push his tongue inside 
her, and she gasped.
	Her hand began to gently caress the sac beneath his manhood, making him 
moan and writhe, making him increase the speed and intensity of his licking. . 
.and both of them thought they'd explode if they didn't get rid of the damn 
shells soon.
	Finally, she sucked away the last of the covering, then slowly licked his 
manhood, base to tip and back again, then moving it to the head, running it 
around and around rapidly. She took him in and started to suck again, just as he 
licked away the last bit of candy covering her. His tongue plunged deep into her 
sweetness, and he moved it in and out with fast strokes as she groaned in her 
throat. The climax was building, building in both of them. . .She took her mouth 
away and replaced it with her hand, stroking him rapidly, as he flicked his 
tongue up to her jewel and lashed at it. He let out a cry as hot electricity 
screamed all over his body, mind and soul, as he released himself and came, and 
the waves of hot joy crashed through her seconds later.
	She collapsed atop him, panting, just savoring the incredible afterglow 
for a few moments. . .
	Then, she turned herself around so they could hold each other and kiss, 
loving the tantalizing tastes. . .
	"You're right," she whispered. "The experiment was a success."
	"Told ya!" He held her closer. "You're luscious any day, any way. I love 
you."
	"I love you, too."
	They drifted off for a short nap, knowing they'd have to get up and get 
dressed shortly before her parents came home. . .
	But the last thing she whispered before fully losing consciousness was, 
"Now *that's* what I call hot fudge!"