SATURDAY AFTERNOON, AROUND 2 P.M.
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman

NOTE: For those of you not familiar with Pocky, which plays a major role in
the following piece. . .its a Japanese snack food, a chocolate-covered
cookie pop in a rather. . .phallic shape. . .

by Sailor Mac
	She really doesn't know how crazy she can make me.
	It started out as kind of a quiet, dull day. After breakfast, I sat down
to practice calligraphy. It's kind of a hobby I've taken up lately. It's a
challenge to scribe the elaborate characters perfectly on the rice paper,
using only a stick. . .
	Lately, I've also been experimenting with Western-style calligraphy, using
an old-style quill pen - a sharpened feather dipped in ink. . .
	And then, she blew in. Hurricane Serena, flinging herself into my arms,
chattering like a magpie, flopping down on my couch, treating herself to my
snacks. The quiet was shattered. . .and I was *definitely* not complaining.
	But then, there's the snacks. . .the snacks are what she's making me nuts
with right now.
	She found a green box on my coffee table. "Men's Pocky? Why men's?"
	"Well, it's bigger than regular Pocky. . .I guess it's for a man-sized
appetite."
	"Or for a Serena-sized appetite! I LOVE Pocky!"
	She took one of them out, and started to slowly lick it. . .and then, my
brain made the connection between the shape of the Pocky and the shape of.
. .something else.
	Gods. . .just the sight of her tongue stroking it. . .my mind is flooded
with memories of her doing that to me, licking away chocolate syrup,
strawberry jelly, sweet bean paste. . .or just licking my manhood. . .
	Now, I'm watching her slowly slide it into her lips. . .oh, Gods. . .she
sucks on it, her eyes closed as she savors the chocolate. . .And all I can
think of is her mouth wrapped around something other than the Pocky.
	She opens her eyes, slides it out. "Muffin? What's wrong?"
	"Wrong?"
	"You have a funny look on your face. . ."
	"I'm. . .I'm fine. . ."
	She goes back to her Pocky, licking up it slowly. . .sloooowly. . .and my
imagination is running overtime. I can almost feel the touch of her hot,
wet little tongue on my aching, throbbing flesh. I imagine her kneeling in
front of me, her golden hair spilling over her nudity, covering her just
enough to be extra-tantalizing. . .
	She starts sucking it again, pushing it in and out of her lips, making
"mmm. . .mmm. . ." sounds. Now I'm imagining her mouth surrounding me, the
hot moisture, the gentle yet firm suction. . .the pleasure running through
my body like steaming hot springs flowing. . .me stroking her bottom as she
pleasures me, reaching down and under until I can caress her womanhood. . .
	CRUNCH.
	Oooh. That broke the mood. OUCH.
	She's chewing on the Pocky now, giving me a quizzical look. "Darien? You
look kinda spacy." And then, she notices something. . .
	"Oooh! Darien!"
	Her eyes are focused downward, and I follow her gaze. . .straight to my
full erection.
	And then, she gets that "minx" look on her face.
	"Hmm. . .you're *very* glad to see me, aren't you?"
	"I was very glad to see you eating that Pocky!"
	"Nani?" She picks up the box, looks at the picture of what's inside. .
.and then she realizes why. "Oooh. . ."
	"You're a minx without even trying!"
	She gets a big smile on her face. "Well, if I did that. . .I guess I have
to do something about it now." And she goes to the window, draws the
curtains, slowly. . .goes to the stereo and loads it up with sexy smooth
jazz CDs. . .gods, Serena, why are you moving so slowly, come over here NOW
and touch me, kiss me, lick me, pleasure me, make me scream. . .
	The music starts playing, and she raises her arms over her head, doing a
slow bump-and-grind as she pulls her blouse up and off, dropping it on the
floor. . .
	"Serena! Please! No more teasing!"
	I'm tearing my own clothes off now. I'm about ready to grab her and tumble
her to the floor. . .
	She's naked now, and she walks toward me, putting her arms around my neck
and pulling my head down to hers. As our lips meet, I thrust my tongue into
her mouth urgently, conveying my desperate need. Oh, Gods, I have to fight
the urge to push her down to her knees. . .
	Then, she eases away, looks up into my eyes with a wicked smile. . .and
reaches out, grasps one of my nipples between her thumb and forefinger and
gently squeezes. I yell, ready to explode with desire, my whole body
trembling.
	Minx.
	She knows she's tormented me enough. She gets right down on her knees and
starts licking me, and her tongue sears me like fire. "Yes. . .oh, baby. .
.do it. . .yes. . .sooo good. . .oh, Serena, make me come, baby. . ."
	She takes it in her mouth and starts sucking, and my control breaks.
Finally, finally blissful release comes, and I yell her name as the
delicious explosion wracks my body. She pulls away just in time, quickly
replacing her mouth with her hand as I expel my seed.
	I crumple to the floor, panting, dazed. I feel her gently kissing me,
stroking my hair. "Did you like that, Muffin?"
	"Like. . .oh Gods. . .what an understatement. . ."
	She gets some cushions from the couch, puts them behind me, stretches me
out on them.
	Look at this beautiful girl. . .who makes my blood run hot and my heart
warm. . .
	"I love you," I say.
	"I love you too, Darien."
	"I'm going to do something for you, to repay you for what you just did for
me." I get up off the cushions. "Lie here. . ."
	She stretches out, and I lean over, bringing my lips to hers. I caress her
breast, gently squeezing the nipple between thumb and forefinger as she did
for me. I hear her purr softly.
	Oh, baby, I want to make you do a lot more than just purr. . .
	I look over to the table where I had been working on calligraphy. There's
a couple of uncut, unused feathers there. . .
	I take one in my hand, kiss her lips again, letting my tongue caress hers.
. .then, I begin to stroke the feather over her breast. I hear her gasp.
"Darien!" I stroke it in slow circles over the pink surrounding her nipple,
watching the little peak stiffen and swell. "OoOOoOOHH!" she cries as I
rapidly brush the feather back and forth over the tip. I then rub it
slowly, slowly, as she lets out a long, low groan.
	I move the feather to the other breast, then bend my head and start to
suckle the one I had been stroking. Her whole body writhes with passion. I
lick her nipple in circles as I swirl the feather in circles on the other.
"Oh. . .ohh. . .oh. . .OOHHH!" she cries. Her legs fall open, and I raise
my head and see her beautiful folds, glistening with her honey. . .
	I brush the feather against one nipple, then the other, rapidly, back and
forth, watching her quiver. Then, I slowly slide it over her stomach,
downward. . .
	I rub it just above her folds, not going any lower. She bucks her hips,
moaning, "Darien. . .Darien, PLEASE. . ."
	"Hmm. . .I don't know. . ."
	"DARIEN!!!"
	"You may not like feeling a feather there. . ."
	"YES! I WILL! Oh PLEASE, I want it, I want it SO bad. . ."
	"Well. . .okay."
	And I start to stroke it up and down her petals as she cries out. "Yes. .
.YES. . .ohh, that feels SO GOOD. . .more, Darien, make me come, please. .
."
	I lower my head to her breasts again, teasing one nipple, then the other
with my tongue as I continue to brush her womanhood with the feather. Her
whole body is flushed, she's panting and writhing and moaning, and she's so
beautiful, so very very beautiful. .
	I move the feather up to her jewel and stroke just the tip of it against
the little nub of flesh with fast, circular motions. She gasps, stiffens,
and then lets out a wail, her sweet little body thrashing wildly in the
throes of orgasm.
	She flops down to the cushions, letting out a long, contented sigh. I kiss
her softly, pulling her into my arms. We whisper our love to each other as
I feel her hot, damp skin against mine, her silky hair under my fingers.
	Gods, moments like these make all the fear and danger we have to go
through worthwhile.
	"Aren't you glad I came over and stole your Men's Pocky, Muffin?" she says.
	"Baby, you're welcome to anything I have," I say.
	"I'll take you up on that. . ." She yawns. "Later."
	She drifts off to sleep in my arms, and I kiss her softly. It's quiet in
my apartment again, the Hurricane has died down. But now, the quiet seems
anything *but* dull.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: A friend of mine, who knows about my penchant for
food-based lemons ^_^, challenged me to make something sexy out of Pocky.
This is the result. . .

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