Serena sat at her desk, busily shuffling papers around in a concerted effort to look busier than she really was. It was Friday afternoon; the sun was shining gloriously upon the bustling metropolis below and Serena was stuck inside trying to keep up the pretense of working when her mind was on other matters such as rollerblading in the park or sunbathing on the roof of her four story apartment building.
She sighed, going over all the activities she could be doing on this beautiful summer day had she not been chained to her desk thanks to the internship that had gotten her a spot in one of the country's-no, the world's-most prestigious advertising agencies. MediaWorks Advertising had been responsible for ad campaigns that convinced the mass audience that what they saw was _really_ what they got; that luxuries were in fact necessities which were not only easily affordable but also readily available and that media hype was just that, a buzz word coined by social analysts who had nothing better to do than question the buying patterns of the target demographic. They were in the business of pulling the wool over people's eyes, convincing them it was for their own good and they were damn good at it.
"Ms. Lombard, could you step into my office, please?"
Serena's heart fluttered against her chest as her boss' deep voice broke through her summer fantasies via the intercom on her desk. She pressed the button allowing her to talk. "Right away Mr. Shields."
She was already standing up and straightening her clothes when his voice crackled through the speaker once again. "Don't forget to bring the IBM file with you, please." She nodded, forgetting the fact that he could not see her. She strode over to her desk, rummaging around the numerous files until she found the one her boss asked her for.
Serena walked out of her tiny cubicle, only to bump into Amara Jones, her roommate, internship partner and best friend.
"Where are you going in such a hurry, Serena?" the tall blonde asked. A quick glance at both women told one that while both were feminine to the core, possessing dangerous curves and beauty to boot, the taller one had an air of masculinity about her that tended to intimidate and challenge, everyone she faced.
Serena blushed uneasily and looked down at the carpet, studying the tiny gold dots interspersed evenly on a rich navy blue background. "Mr. Shields just called me into his office. I think he wants to discuss the IBM account." To prove her point, she waved the folder pointedly in front of her friend's face. "Well, I better go, Amara. Mr. Shields doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Amara watched Serena scurry away like a frightened rabbit to their employer's office. She raked her fingers through her closely cropped blonde hair and sighed in obvious frustration. Things between them had been tense to say the least ever since that night. Amara frowned, wanting to slam her fist into the light grey wall of Serena's cubicle. She had messed up; she knew that. For the past seventy-two hours, all Amara could think of was the look of disbelief in her best friend's eyes after she had confessed the secret she had been keeping in the two years they had known each other. She remembered in vivid detail the look of shock and repulsion on Serena's face when she had done the unforgivable. She had kissed her best friend on the lips in a futile effort to show her just how much she loved her.
What did Serena do? She ran. She ran from her, the apartment they shared, and, Amara was positive, her life forever. Serena had not slept in the apartment ever since that fateful night, only coming back to collect some clothes and basic necessities once she was sure Amara had gone to work the next day.
Amara watched as Serena practically flew down the hallway leading to Mr. Shields' office. She sighed and went back to her own cubicle, right across Serena's, convinced that she had just ruined the best thing in her life by telling Serena that she was in love with her.
Serena took a few calming breaths as she stood outside Mr. Shields' door. She could feel Amara's eyes watching her intently and felt a flicker of annoyance and pity for her friend. She just didn't feel that way about Amara; not the way Amara wanted her to. Serena's face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and betrayal. Embarrassment that her friend had been in love with her for two years and she had been none the wiser, and betrayal because she thought they kept no secrets from each other.
She did not know that not only was her friend a lesbian, she was also deeply in love with her. What was she supposed to say to that?
Serena cleared her throat. She had already delayed going into Mr. Shields' office long enough, despite knowing the fact that he did not appreciate being kept waiting. She raised her hand and knocked timidly on the oak door.
"It's open," he called from inside.
She nervously unbuttoned her conservative peach-coloured blazer, revealing the soft, white silk blouse she wore underneath and opened the door. "You wanted to see me, sir?" she asked in a voice loud enough for Ivy, Mr. Shields' personal secretary stationed right outside his door, to hear.
"Yes, please close the door," he quietly ordered, getting up from behind the desk. Serena obediently closed the door softly, locking it. No sooner had she done so did she feel his strong hands grabbing her waist, turning her around so that she faced him as he claimed her lips with his own.
They kissed fervently for a few moments before they broke apart, the need for breath overcoming their need for each other. Serena smiled, all worries about Amara fleeing her thoughts as if they were never there to begin with.
"I've been waiting for that all day, Darien," she purred seductively, nipping at his bottom lip gently with her teeth.
"Sorry, Love. I had meetings all day." He said this even as he slid her blazer off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a heap, and began to unbutton her blouse ever so slowly.
"That's okay, honey. I'm just glad you're back," she replied huskily, shivering as the air hit her flesh when the blouse followed her blazer to the floor.
He glanced appreciatively at the white lace bra that offset her honey coloured skin. "So beautiful," he murmured to himself.
He led her to his desk, sweeping away all the paperwork that littered its surface. Catching her worried glance, he grinned. "Don't worry; nothing I can't fix later." So saying this, he lay her down reverently and began an assault on her willing body with his full sensual lips.
Serena couldn't think, a usual occurrence that was the precursor to every lovemaking session with Darien. Granted, she had only been making love with him for three days, ironically starting on the night that Amara had confessed her secret.
She moaned as Darien pressed his lips on her navel, loving the feel of his hands over her skin. She loved this man who was not only her boss but also her mentor in the competitive world of advertising. This man was not just her lover but also her father's best friend.
And at forty-five years of age, twenty-three years her senior, Serena was convinced that this man was her soul mate.
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AN: Well, it's a story I've had on my computer for a while but haven't really had time to continue. Hopefully, now that I've taken the step of submitting it here, I'll be more motivated to continue. I'd appreciate feedback on this story, if only to tell me that I haven't been wasting my time on a crappy plot. The first chapter is in the works but it's been on the backburner in favour of other writing projects (IE: Wounded Souls). I guess that's enough rambling from me; thanks for reading. Oh yeah, I don't own Sailor Moon. ^^;
She sighed, going over all the activities she could be doing on this beautiful summer day had she not been chained to her desk thanks to the internship that had gotten her a spot in one of the country's-no, the world's-most prestigious advertising agencies. MediaWorks Advertising had been responsible for ad campaigns that convinced the mass audience that what they saw was _really_ what they got; that luxuries were in fact necessities which were not only easily affordable but also readily available and that media hype was just that, a buzz word coined by social analysts who had nothing better to do than question the buying patterns of the target demographic. They were in the business of pulling the wool over people's eyes, convincing them it was for their own good and they were damn good at it.
"Ms. Lombard, could you step into my office, please?"
Serena's heart fluttered against her chest as her boss' deep voice broke through her summer fantasies via the intercom on her desk. She pressed the button allowing her to talk. "Right away Mr. Shields."
She was already standing up and straightening her clothes when his voice crackled through the speaker once again. "Don't forget to bring the IBM file with you, please." She nodded, forgetting the fact that he could not see her. She strode over to her desk, rummaging around the numerous files until she found the one her boss asked her for.
Serena walked out of her tiny cubicle, only to bump into Amara Jones, her roommate, internship partner and best friend.
"Where are you going in such a hurry, Serena?" the tall blonde asked. A quick glance at both women told one that while both were feminine to the core, possessing dangerous curves and beauty to boot, the taller one had an air of masculinity about her that tended to intimidate and challenge, everyone she faced.
Serena blushed uneasily and looked down at the carpet, studying the tiny gold dots interspersed evenly on a rich navy blue background. "Mr. Shields just called me into his office. I think he wants to discuss the IBM account." To prove her point, she waved the folder pointedly in front of her friend's face. "Well, I better go, Amara. Mr. Shields doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Amara watched Serena scurry away like a frightened rabbit to their employer's office. She raked her fingers through her closely cropped blonde hair and sighed in obvious frustration. Things between them had been tense to say the least ever since that night. Amara frowned, wanting to slam her fist into the light grey wall of Serena's cubicle. She had messed up; she knew that. For the past seventy-two hours, all Amara could think of was the look of disbelief in her best friend's eyes after she had confessed the secret she had been keeping in the two years they had known each other. She remembered in vivid detail the look of shock and repulsion on Serena's face when she had done the unforgivable. She had kissed her best friend on the lips in a futile effort to show her just how much she loved her.
What did Serena do? She ran. She ran from her, the apartment they shared, and, Amara was positive, her life forever. Serena had not slept in the apartment ever since that fateful night, only coming back to collect some clothes and basic necessities once she was sure Amara had gone to work the next day.
Amara watched as Serena practically flew down the hallway leading to Mr. Shields' office. She sighed and went back to her own cubicle, right across Serena's, convinced that she had just ruined the best thing in her life by telling Serena that she was in love with her.
Serena took a few calming breaths as she stood outside Mr. Shields' door. She could feel Amara's eyes watching her intently and felt a flicker of annoyance and pity for her friend. She just didn't feel that way about Amara; not the way Amara wanted her to. Serena's face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and betrayal. Embarrassment that her friend had been in love with her for two years and she had been none the wiser, and betrayal because she thought they kept no secrets from each other.
She did not know that not only was her friend a lesbian, she was also deeply in love with her. What was she supposed to say to that?
Serena cleared her throat. She had already delayed going into Mr. Shields' office long enough, despite knowing the fact that he did not appreciate being kept waiting. She raised her hand and knocked timidly on the oak door.
"It's open," he called from inside.
She nervously unbuttoned her conservative peach-coloured blazer, revealing the soft, white silk blouse she wore underneath and opened the door. "You wanted to see me, sir?" she asked in a voice loud enough for Ivy, Mr. Shields' personal secretary stationed right outside his door, to hear.
"Yes, please close the door," he quietly ordered, getting up from behind the desk. Serena obediently closed the door softly, locking it. No sooner had she done so did she feel his strong hands grabbing her waist, turning her around so that she faced him as he claimed her lips with his own.
They kissed fervently for a few moments before they broke apart, the need for breath overcoming their need for each other. Serena smiled, all worries about Amara fleeing her thoughts as if they were never there to begin with.
"I've been waiting for that all day, Darien," she purred seductively, nipping at his bottom lip gently with her teeth.
"Sorry, Love. I had meetings all day." He said this even as he slid her blazer off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a heap, and began to unbutton her blouse ever so slowly.
"That's okay, honey. I'm just glad you're back," she replied huskily, shivering as the air hit her flesh when the blouse followed her blazer to the floor.
He glanced appreciatively at the white lace bra that offset her honey coloured skin. "So beautiful," he murmured to himself.
He led her to his desk, sweeping away all the paperwork that littered its surface. Catching her worried glance, he grinned. "Don't worry; nothing I can't fix later." So saying this, he lay her down reverently and began an assault on her willing body with his full sensual lips.
Serena couldn't think, a usual occurrence that was the precursor to every lovemaking session with Darien. Granted, she had only been making love with him for three days, ironically starting on the night that Amara had confessed her secret.
She moaned as Darien pressed his lips on her navel, loving the feel of his hands over her skin. She loved this man who was not only her boss but also her mentor in the competitive world of advertising. This man was not just her lover but also her father's best friend.
And at forty-five years of age, twenty-three years her senior, Serena was convinced that this man was her soul mate.
***
AN: Well, it's a story I've had on my computer for a while but haven't really had time to continue. Hopefully, now that I've taken the step of submitting it here, I'll be more motivated to continue. I'd appreciate feedback on this story, if only to tell me that I haven't been wasting my time on a crappy plot. The first chapter is in the works but it's been on the backburner in favour of other writing projects (IE: Wounded Souls). I guess that's enough rambling from me; thanks for reading. Oh yeah, I don't own Sailor Moon. ^^;