Teacher Teacher!

Hi! There are SO many ideas for all kind of fics just flying through my head lately! But I am determined to get this done first! I'm also
making it a goal to improve my old stories from ff.net and smut them up for aff.net! Yay! Here is chapter four!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. I only own the messed up ideas that fly through my brains.


"What the fuck... "Just us?"" He cursed himself. "You're such a moron, Shields."

She heard him through her front door. Her face was hot, and the rest of her was quickly following.

She watched him through the door's porthole. He kicked a rock at the end of the street as he walked away.

She turned her back to the door and leaned against it. 'What the hell is happening to me?' She questioned.

She acknowledged he was cute, but it was easy to ignore when he was tormenting her. She didn't know how this 'being nice' stuff was going to work out
for her. She tried to shake the thoughts from her mind.

"He probably has women fawning over him all the time." She thought out loud. "He wouldn't possibly want anything with me." But she thought back to
him pressed against her back at the arcade. 'Towering over me... dominating...' She thought she was going to explode. 'Oh god this is not good.'

She ran upstairs to her room. "Cold shower! Cold shower!" Her thoughts were becoming perverse. She may not have really liked him as a person, but
she was seventeen. Her hormones were a ticking time bomb.

She thought about him looking down her shirt earlier at detention. 'Could he really just "not help it?"' She stripped, and looked at herself in the mirror
again. She wondered if he liked it. One of her hands snaked its way up her body and teased her breasts.

She thought of him pressed against her back again, and moaned. "God, he's so sexy..." She leaned against the wall behind her, finally letting the thought
escape as if some how that would keep it away forever.

She didn't want to want him.

'This is so wrong!' She yelled at herself, but her hands didn't care. They continued to pinch and tease.

He had felt so strong and warm against her. She thought of how he would feel on top of her. Grinding, kissing, groping.

The cold shower was forgotten as she went to her bed. "I just have to get it out of my system." She muttered as she closed her eyes and let her hands
roam her body. She imagined his lips pressed against her neck, sucking gently.

She wrapped her arms around him as he explored her. His kisses crept lower as a hand rubbed her breast. The other slid down her stomach and burned
its way to her thigh.

She felt the moisture between her legs growing as he caressed her there. He teased closer and closer to her core. His fingers danced over her center.

She tried to close her legs reflexively. He grabbed her knees and forced her legs apart, leaning his face to her ear. His voice was a low growl.

"I hope you're not replacing Andrew already." He repeated his words from earlier, as he settled himself between her thighs. His manhood pressed firmly
against her and begged for entrance.

"I thought he was so perfect?" His voice became almost breathless wind against her ear. She shuddered. The words had a new meaning now.

Andrew was not perfect.

She could never imagine him touching her like this. She could never writhe this way for him.

Andrew was a spring rain. Darien was a thunder storm.

She moaned and begged for him to enter her. "Is that what you want?" He stroked the head of his manhood against her opening. "Are you sure?" His words were
so demanding. She nodded, and he laughed.

"You don't know what you want." He brought his hand up to her core. His thumb stroked her firmly and she gasped. "Darien, please..." She moaned out.

"Please what?" He stroked faster. "Is this what you want?" He whispered in her ear. It was like fire through her brain.

She nodded. Her release was building quickly. "Darien I... I think I..." She was so close she couldn't form words. "Let go, Serena." He coaxed.

As her climax hit her, she spasmed and squirmed against his hand. "Let him go." He said as his weight disappeared from her, and his hands became her own.

She laid there, sweating. As she came down from her climax, she wondered. 'What kind of sick mind games am I playing with myself?' She shook her head and
laid there for a while longer. She wondered about him, and what he was doing now.

"I've got it bad." She said finally. "I've got it so freaking bad..."

Her mind was working overtime the rest of that night, and any time after that she saw Darien. Months went by and she maintained a civil, but not friendly
attitude. And it was hard. The way he would look at her when he thought no one else was watching made her hot. It was as if he secretly need her as badly as
she needed him. She imagined it was all in her head. She was projecting.

And so she lived in quiet desperation.


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Ok! I know this one was a little shorter than the others so far, but this seemed like a good place to stop it for now. What do you think so far?

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Thank you!

~E.A.~