The Depths of Her Eyes

 Sailor Moon Lemon Fanfiction

 By:  PsYcHoKiTtEnSeNsHi611

 **I like to play with my shift key**

 

 	Author's Notes-Hey all you out there, how are you?  Please tell me you 

 know what's going on here.  This is a lemon.  That means that there is sexual 

 content of a tasteful nature.  Personally, I don't really think there should 

 be age limits on these things...I mean, if you're old enough to understand 

 what's going on, you should be able to view these things.  But, I don't make 

 the rules, I'm just living in them (and bending them a little).  Just 

 remember, love and sex are parts of life, whether some stuffed up pig thinks 

 so or not.  Live and love and protect yourselves.  ^-^

 

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 	"Ah," she said softly while rubbing her shoulder with her right hand, "I'm 

 so stiff!"  She smiled softly at me.  "I must have worked out too hard at 

 the gym."

 	"I guess so."  I looked away from her eyes and back toward the TV.  I 

 tried desperately, yet to no avail, not to notice how close she was sitting to 

 me on my rather large couch.  How every once in awhile a whisp of hair would 

 come a little too close to my nose, and the scent would make me close my 

 eyes for a moment and remember dreams that I knew would never come alive.

 	She cleared her throat, and my eyes darted back to hers.  "Do you 

 think...you could help me?"

 	"Huh?"  I asked, my mind still a little fuzzy from my own daydreams.

 	"Could you just help me get this knot out, right here?"  She took my hand 

 in hers, which caused a strange feeling to rise inside of me, and led it to 

 her soft shoulder.  I let my hands tingle with the feeling of her skin 

 beneath them, and then began to breathe again.

 	"Uh...sure."  Slowly, I began to rub her shoulder, being careful not to 

 touch her neck or anywhere below where her hand had placed mine.  I could 

 feel my cheeks burning, and my legs throbbing (not to mention the area that 

 was in-between them).  I tried not to breathe too hard as I continued to rub 

 her shoulder.

 	"That feels good..." she said softly, and bent her head forward.  Long 

 soft hair fell in front of her face as well, and I found my hand move upward to 

 her neck and begin massaging the soft skin there.  I finally managed to 

 reach up with my left hand and do the same.  "Mmm..." she moaned, and I 

 swallowed hard.

 	This...was this good, or was this bad?  I really couldn't tell.  All I 

 could do was continue, my hands finally moving to the top of her neck, where 

 soft skin meets the jawbone.  She continued to moan softly, but the tone had 

 changed just a notch, but enough to make me squirm from the unbelievable 

 amount of heat that pooled at the base of my belly.  She leaned her head 

 back, that soft hair tumbling over my small hands and wrists, and I leaned 

 forward slightly to catch it's scent.  So clean, so fresh...beautiful, just 

 like she was.  I found myself staying in my rather awkward position, just so 

 I could sit closer to her.

 	Suddenly, I felt her hands on mine.  I panicked, worried if she had felt 

 my closeness and was repelled by it.  She would throw my hands away from her 

 and storm out of my house in disgust, and I would never see her beautiful 

 smile ever again...

 	Instead, she turned around so she was facing me, and led my hands to her 

 waist.  Her eyes met mine...sinking depths into a lovely ocean...and leaned 

 in toward my face.  I pulled back, out of pure surprise, and I felt her 

 stop.  Her hands were still above mine, but no longer moving.

 	I could feel her, or hear her, take a deep breath.  "Why are you afraid?"

 	"I'm not," I swallowed hard, "afraid."

 	"Yes you are!"  She yelled, and I backed away from her a little further.  

 I could see her take another deep breath, as if collecting herself.  "You have 

 a deep fear of intimacy.  You know it."

 	"I'm not afraid!"  I said, as defensively as I could muster under the 

 pressure of her deep eyes.

 	"Oh really?  Watch."  She leaned in toward my ear, and I pulled back 

 slightly.  She sighed, as if from exhaustion, but didn't pull away from my 

 ear.  "You're afraid of me."  Her soft voice barely whispered into my ear, 

 but I could catch the pain in it.

 	I felt my heart squeeze in my chest.  I loved her so much...I would never 

 hurt her, not matter what...but now I was, because I was afraid to admit to 

 her, to myself, that this was what I wanted.  What I needed.  "No I'm not."  

 New determination, carved from the raw passion and my heart beating rapidly 

 in my chest, almost forced me to pull her the rest of the way toward me.  I 

 felt her stiffen slightly, but I didn't let go, even though I wasn't quite 

 sure she wanted me to hold on.  I turned her head, as gently as my shaking 

 hands could muster, and kissed her soft lips.

 	Heaven!  The only way to describe this...this wonderful feeling.  The soft 

 pressure of her lips against mine, the tension behind it and the amazing 

 release that came with it.  She fumbled around slightly and ended up 

 straddling me, lowering her small hips upon my thighs.  How much I had 

 wanted this, how much I had needed this...she gripped my face and parted her 

 lips slightly, forcing me to do the same.  The kiss deepened, and I felt the 

 need inside of me deepen as well.

 	I let my hands wander her freely, knowing that I couldn't stop them if I 

 tried.  I found little places that made her moan slightly when 

 touched...that place just below her ear, her soft neck, the place just below 

 her hip...sensitive places, her places...

 	Her own hands began to wander me as well.  I felt her fumble with the 

 buttons on my shirt, but I couldn't stop to help her...not when her own 

 shirt needed to be undone.  I wasn't even sure what I was doing, but all I 

 knew was that it felt good to touch her and she seemed to like it.  I know I 

 liked the way she was touching me.  Who am I kidding?  I loved it.

 	She pulled away from my mouth, gasping slightly and looking at me through 

 half-closed lids.  "God..." she moaned, then seemed to try to collect 

 herself.  "I want you so much...I need you so much...please..."

 	I gripped her hips and pulled her so she was against me.  "I want you just 

 as much."

 	"Make love to me..." swollen lips pleaded.  How could I deny the request?

 	"Yes..." that husky voice wasn't mine, was it?  I covered her mouth with 

 my own once again, and we proceeded in moving into a better position on the 

 couch.  I finally ended up beneath that lovely figure and she pulled off the 

 blouse she was wearing and tossed it to the side.  Her small lacy bra was 

 soon tossed aside as well, and I faced the new complication with complete 

 confidence.  Covering those little rosebuds with my hungry lips, I felt her 

 shudder lightly, and those small hands wind into the back of my hair to pull 

 me closer.  I could feel her legs widen, perhaps out of instinct, and those 

 small thighs wrap around my waist.  Such exquisite pain.

 	Those lovely lips could let wonderful sounds emerge from them...some I'd 

 never heard before!  Small "oh!'s" were quite familiar, but not the way she 

 would say them.  Her hands wandered again to the front of my shirt, 

 awkwardly undoing the rest of the buttons.  I felt her hands stroke my own 

 chest, feeling around my nipples and...

 	"Oh!"  My head shot up and I felt her stiffen as well.  My eyes met hers 

 again, desire almost blurring my vision.  She was still beautiful.  No 

 matter what...I could be blind, but I would still know her beauty.

 	She kissed me again, forcing me down beneath her.  My head rested softly 

 on the cushions of the couch, and I reached up above me to pull her closer to 

 my chest.  She was so warm, so soft...her bare skin would brush mine, so 

 soft, as she began to pull desperately at my clothes and her own.  I could 

 only watch, my hands and limbs shaking violently in the haze of passion.

 	Her hands, so small and delicate, were working harder then I'd ever seen 

 them.  Her pulls at my pants were almost frightening in their urgency.  She 

 gently lifted herself off my lap and pulled them all the way off me, 

 struggling but working with quick pushes and hard pulls.  I slipped my hands 

 up her long school skirt and touched her bare legs and thighs, until I 

 reached the delicate fabric of her underwear.  So soft, so sweet...just like 

 her.  Slowly, carefully, I pulled them off her bare legs, sliding them all 

 the way down to her knees.  Awkwardly she leaned back, sitting atop my 

 calves and stretching her long legs towards me.  I sat up as well, leaning 

 forward so that our waists were level, and slid her silky white panties down 

 her legs until they landed with a small sound on the carpeted floor.  She 

 grasped at my own underwear and managed to pull them off, until I too was 

 completely naked in front of her.

 	Glorious smells, glorious sights...so new and intriguing and beautiful.  I 

 took in as much of her as I could, treasuring the tiny details...that little 

 tiny brown mole just beneath her right breast, that tiny birthmark just 

 beneath her belly button...the way her waist curved in so slightly and then 

 curved outward to her hips.  Her tan lines revealed whiter flesh around her 

 breasts and on her broad shoulders, then down again to her hips and down 

 towards her...

 	A deep intake of breath made me look up at her, but I realized I was the 

 one who had made the sound.  I could feel the tension in her calves and legs 

 that were wrapped around my waist now - somehow we had managed to drift 

 extremely close to each other - and I felt it in myself.  I reached toward 

 her, to caress that soft skin, but only managed to touch her cheek.  She 

 closed her eyes and kissed my hand, so soft, so sweet...I wanted to say 

 something to her, to let her know...to tell her everything I'd ever wanted 

 to say...

 	"Chibiusa..." I managed to whisper, and for awhile I wasn't sure she had 

 heard me.  But when she opened those red eyes to look at me, those deep red 

 eyes that plagued me with their depths, tortured me because I knew I had 

 fallen into them, were now full of desire and something else.

 	"Please, Hotaru...don't say anything.  Just..." she swallowed hard, almost 

 uncomfortably.  "Just please, kiss me..."

 	I didn't know what to do.  Like a fool, I stared at her for quite some 

 time.  But, finally, the only part of my mind that actually thought caught 

 on.  I leaned toward those soft lips again, this time slowly...my eyes 

 closed, and I felt those soft little lips against mine.  Her eyelashes 

 brushed my cheek as her arms came around my neck, and the soft little 

 sensations sent my mind whirling, little butterflies and fireworks the color 

 of her hair swirling around together.  The biggest explosion, however, was 

 the amazing feeling of her impatient leg wrenching itself between my legs.

 	The kiss wasn't broken, but I hissed aloud.  She seemed to catch the 

 sound, 

 and moved around so that my right leg was between both of hers.  The small 

 "oh" that escaped that beautiful mouth was enough.

 	I broke the kiss and looked deep into those red eyes.  It was time.

 	I laid her back gently on the couch, her lower back resting on one of the 

 armrests.  Her small hands slid down to my waist, then up to my breasts 

 again.  The feelings were wonderful, I admit, but I had only one goal in 

 mind.  I was going to make her happy...so happy...

 	When our hips met that first time, it sparked something more than desire 

 in the both of us.  I still remember the sound of her breathless moan in my 

 ear, the way her arms locked around my neck, the feeling of her legs wrapped 

 around my waist.  I still remember those tensed muscles, the heavy 

 breathing, and the small moans that increased to loud groans as our 

 ministrations continued.  Oh, she was so beautiful, those eyes that had me 

 sinking shut tight, little beads of sweat dotting her forehead and making 

 her hair a darker shade of pink.  Those moans, cutting through the noise of 

 the TV that was still on and going right into my mind, causing the fireworks 

 to become huge bombs of pleasure.

 	And when I felt her body tense, and the deep movements of her hips that 

 followed, I knew what was to come...my own fabulous release...my head shot 

 up to the ceiling, my eyes closed, my hips bucking and trying to drown 

 themselves in her own.  She held my waist fast, making sure it went to all 

 the right places.  The sounds of our moans mixed together filled my ears and 

 my mind, and it was all I could do not to die of pure blissful pleasure.

 	But that blissful high brought us crashing down.  We were like that for a 

 few moments that seemed so long but so short...then, my body still shaking, 

 I fell atop her in a sweaty heap.  Our breathing was heavy and deep, but we 

 held each other until it calmed down.

 	Warm, my fuzzy mind said.  That's the first thing I knew as I opened my 

 eyes.  Warm.  Warmth.  So warm.  I lifted my head slightly, my vision 

 clearing as sleep left me.  I looked up to see Chibiusa, sleeping so softly. 

   Her breathing was so comforting, her chest lifting up slowly and softly.  

 I smiled.  She was beautiful, even when she was sleeping.  Especially when 

 she was sleeping.

 	I laid my head back down as gently as I could, but evidently that wasn't 

 soft enough.  She stirred, and I cursed myself for waking her.

 	"Mmm...Hotaru?"  She rubbed her left eye with her hand, as if to rub the 

 last bits of sleep away.

 	"Hi..." I said, my voice still husky.  "How are you?"

 	"Wonderful."  She smiled, and I giggled slightly.  "You know what?"  The 

 tone was different, making me cease all movement.  I knew that tone.  It was 

 so...serious.

 	"What?"  Panic rose in my chest, and my heart began to thud quite rapidly.

 	"I..." Those red eyes turned away from me.  "I don't know how to say it."  

 She laughed slightly, almost sarcastically.  "Me, not knowing how to say 

 something.  Ironic."

 	"Chibiusa...you're...I don't understand.  What can't you say?"  I began to 

 worry about my heartbeat.

 	"I have to tell you something, Hotaru.  And it's very important.  It has 

 to do with all this," she waved her hand to the couch and to us.  I tilted my 

 head to the side, still confused.  "I don't know how you're going to react 

 to me telling you what I need to say."

 	"Chibiusa, whatever it is...please tell me.  I want to know.  I promise, I 

 won't make fun of you, or act weird.  Just please, tell me."  I was trying 

 to strain my voice so she could know how much I cared, but my heart seemed 

 to be preventing it.  The thudding was so violent I clutched at my chest in 

 pure worry.

 	"Hotaru...I..." still hesitant...still trying to hard, "I...love you."  

 She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath.  I stared at her, that beautiful 

 form, for a long time.  Finally, I managed to part my heavy lips and speak.

 	It came out in barely a whisper.  But she still heard me.  "I love you, 

 too."

 

 ~*~

 

 WeLl HeLlO aLl yOu CaTs AnD kItTeNs OuT tHeRe!

 	This story I hereby dedicate to the wonderful Ghost of 'Lectricity, the 

 one and only!  As you all must very well know, I do love to play with my shift 

 key.

 	I also must say that these two beautiful characters are not of my own 

 creation, but the wonderful Naoko Takeuchi.  All the usual disclaimers 

 apply...so no one can sue me or anything stupid like that.  However, the 

 plot is mine, so no one can jack that either.

 	Ok, ok, no I actually have to get to the point.  I hereby dedicate this 

 story to the amazing Ghost of 'Lectricity himself!  ^-^  It's your present, 

 so I hope you enjoy it.

 	Love you all!

 	<3 Gabrielle

 

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