Story: Intoxication

Chapter: Part III

Anime: Sailor Moon

Pairing: Serenity/Endymion

Rated: Teen+

Author's Notes: Are you as surprised as me? I finally installed the third and final part of this short story! It isn't as hot as before, but I think you'll like the closure. Enjoy!

The morning came in a way that was almost unexpected but at the same time it was the way I think I always imagined it would be. I awoke to the sound of soft rain pelting on the windows, the clouds hiding the normally calming morning sun. The balcony door was cracked open, letting a breeze circulate through the room while it flowed over my covered body. The space beside me was empty, but it was evident that someone had been there. The blankets were folded up to my shoulders, and the pillow next to me had an imprint that only a human could form.

Half of me expected to hear maybe the water in the bathroom running or maybe the sound of food sizzling in the kitchen but none of those scenarios happened. No sound, expect my breathing, filled the air of the apartment. It was empty, and I was the only one here.

Standing up, I took the black sheet from the bed while wrapping it around my body. I walked through the spacious suite, finding bits and pieces of the outfit I had worn the night before strewn all over the floor. Blushing, I continued to make my way until I found the kitchen. A newspaper was folded neatly on the island counter and next to it sat an empty black mug. There wasn't a single dish in the sink, and looking into the refrigerator, every content inside was perfectly organized to the point where it wouldn't be difficult to locate a single item.

There wasn't a single picture on any of the walls. Nothing was out of place, and everything ranged from the colors of black, dark blue, gray, and a dark green. If I hadn't known better, I would have had no clue who lived here or if they did at that.

I didn't dare do anything to mess up the structure of the kitchen, and I didn't want to just let myself take advantage of his home. Instead, I wondered into the living room where my purse had been thrown haphazardly on the floor. Shuffling through the inside contents, I found my cell phone. Pressing a button, I saw I had a few missed calls and a message from Mina.

Smiling, I dialed her number, the phone only ringing for a moment. "Hello?"

I took a deep breath. "Hey."

There was a squeal on the other end before Mina shouted to the others to come over. "Serena! Oh, my God! Finally!" I laughed. "What happened?"

Securing the sheet more firmly around my chest, I sat down on the black, leather couch. "Oh, Mina… it was wonderful."

Another squeal sounded from her end. "Tell me more than just that. Did he jump you as soon as you showed up at his door? Was the outfit a successful?"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, sure. The outfit was a huge success. He thought I was a hooker."

"Did he pay you, then?"

"No!" My face turned red. "I just wanted to thank you for the delightful first impression you had given him."

Mina giggled. "You're welcome. So are you still there?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Where is he?"

I sighed. "I don't know. He wasn't here when I woke up."

I heard her repeating what I had said to the girls. Raye grabbed the phone from her. "He left? The bastard! Did he leave a note or anything?"

"No. I think he tucked me in, though."

"He tucked you in? What the hell? Where could he have gone?"

I heard Amy in the background. "Maybe he had to go to work."

"It's Saturday, Amy," Lita said.

Mina came back on the phone. "What are you going to do?"

"What should I do? Do you think I should just leave?"

"I don't know. If he didn't leave a note or anything, that could mean he didn't want to talk to you or he just didn't care what you did. You could go and leave him a message or something."

"I don't want another one night stand, Mina." I could feel the tears coming. A lump formed in my throat.

"Leave him your number. Maybe he'll call you." Mina sighed. "Look, if it does end here, maybe it wasn't worth it. Maybe he isn't worth going after. Just do what you think is right."

"Okay. Thanks. I'll talk to you later."

After hanging up the phone, I went to gather my clothes. I didn't want to face it if I stayed and he came back not expecting me to be here. That would be horrible. Going back to his room, I changed slowly into the dreadful outfit Mina had made me wear. I felt like a whore putting it back on, but then a voice in my head told me maybe I should have never taken it off.

That could be why I felt like a whore.

Not knowing what to do with my hair, I found a band in my purse, making it easy to throw my waist-length blonde hair up into a ponytail. My mouth felt gross from my teeth not being brushed, but I was going straight home and I would take care of everything when I got there. Returning to the living room, I found a small piece of paper to write my number on and my name. I looked around the lifeless apartment, admitting that if there was more vibrancy to it, the place would be stunning.

I went to the door, seeing it had been locked. I was about to place my hand on it when I heard something on the other side. The locked turned and the doorknob followed. Before I could make a peep, the door opened and Darien appeared.

I'm not sure how to exactly describe his expression. He just looked me in the eye quickly before glancing at the key in the lock. Pulling it out, he stepped inside the mini foyer with the door closing behind him.

He still didn't look at me openly. He simply walked passed me, making his way into the bedroom. I thought about not following him. I thought about just making my exit there since he didn't even make the effort to greet me. I thought about kicking him in the balls for being this way.

I thought about kissing him. I thought about last night.

So I followed.

He glanced around his now spotless bedroom. I couldn't even tell what had happened just a few hours ago. "You made my bed?"

My head shot up, his deep, rich voice filling my head again. "Yes."

"So last night you came to my apartment, wanting sex. You looked like a hooker. Then, in the morning, you cleaned up my room and anything else that we had messed up the night before, and you're still here." He turned around. "Am I missing something?"

My eyes went wide, my mouth going dry. "Excuse me?"

His gaze pierced into me. I felt corned. "You got what you wanted. Why are you still here?"

Ah. The light bulb came on. "Oh, I see. I get it. You think all I wanted was you… for one night, right? Well, you're wrong. I had you once for only a night. I hated it. I wanted more. You left me that morning too, and I never got to see you again. I finally got the courage to find you. Yes, I wanted sex last night, but I've always wanted you since that first night. I came here to get more out of you. I wasn't looking for another one night stand. I don't care what you think of me. All I know is that I've been thinking about you for the past five years and I haven't been able to stop."

"And what makes you think I wanted you?"

"You invited me in, didn't you?"

"That doesn't mean anything."

I stepped closer, my eye contact didn't falter. "Doesn't it?"

"Look, I'm not looking for love. I don't want it."

"I never said I love you."

"Then what are you saying?"

I cracked a smile. I could feel it coming again. A shiver traveled up my spine as I stepped closer, placing my hand on his solid chest. His arms started to wrap around me, his head leaning towards mine. His breathing was hot on my face, and the room started to disappear.

I could hear thunder in the distance.

Lightning flashed.

Two forces came together as one.

The kisses rained on my mouth.

The hands tangled in my hair.

All I could think about was him as we went under.

"I want you."

But I was never good at keeping promises.

Because he was intoxicating my senses.

THE END

I hope the ending made sense to everyone. It's supposed to mean that she won't keep the promise of just wanting him and never saying "I love you." I hope you caught that. I'm sorry if it wasn't the ending everyone was hoping for. I just want to remind everyone that this was only a Teen+ rating; plus was for implied themes. I thought about coming out and saying that he had gotten her pregnant those five years ago, but I wouldn't have been able to wrap that up in one last chapter. Plus, it would have taken away the simple steam of the story. So I think I made the right choice.

Well, I hope everyone enjoyed this short story of intoxicating themes. I hope to write more, and see you all again.

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P.S. I also want to apologize for the impending lack of updating. I'm still working on my other two new stories. I will start to finish "Beloved Midnight", the winner of the poll, as soon as I can. Keep checking my profile for updates.