If I Could Fall In Love (Sailor Moon AU, Serena/Darien)
Title: If I Could Fall In Love
Rating: G
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing/Characters: Serena/Darien
Summary: Serena Tsukino was a famous teen idol. Darien Chiba was her body guard. A match made in heaven? Serena thought so, but it seemed like they'd never get together, until Valentine's Day came.
Disclaimer: SM © Naoko Takeuchi. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: none
Notes: Written for Aria's Ink 2010 Valentine's Day Fic Exchange. Originally posted here.
Word count: 1,636
~*~
Serena Tsukino, the famous Japanese-American singer beloved by teens all over Japan and the world, sighed loudly, flipping her wet hair over to the side. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone in her hotel room.
Her thoughts inevitably turned to her bodyguard, Darien Chiba, the dark-haired hunk she had hired after Seiya left her to pursue his own dreams of being a pop teen idol. She could admit that she hired Darien solely for his looks and debonair charm, and not whether he proved able to do the job or not. But she hoped it would never come to that.
She wondered now what Darien was doing in the room next to hers. He was probably lounging on the bed, with his white, crisp shirt half unbuttoned, cuffs rolled up, and his nose buried in the books he liked to bring along on the tours.
Sitting down at the dressing table, she contemplated what she could do to subtly make her feelings known to Darien. Though they had only known each other for just a few months, Serena had never heard mention of a girlfriend or anyone he might've had even only a passing interest for. It would've been fine for her to go after him then, but there was still that pesky thing of him working for her and if he didn't return her feelings? Talk about awkward.
Make-up expertly put on, and hair done in her usual style of two buns sitting atop her head, she went to the closet to choose an outfit for her breakfast date with Molly, her manager.
*~*
"So you don't think I should do anything," Serena asked, talking around the pancakes in her mouth.
"Serena, he's your bodyguard, not a boy toy you can play around with and discard after you lose interest in him."
"Hey! I don't do that."
"Remember what happened with Melvin Butlers?" Molly asked, glaring at Serena. Melvin Butlers was a friend of theirs whom they went to high school with. He had a thing for Serena, and when she made it big in the music business, she and Melvin started dating, much to Molly's consternation. It was not meant to be, however, and after only a month of dating, Serena gently dumped Melvin.
But that was a wholly different situation. She and Melvin had no chemistry; it was puppy love at best. With Darien, it was different. She felt things toward him that Melvin never made her feel.
"It'd be different this time," Serena assured her friend.
Molly nodded, but not convincingly.
*~*
Coming back to her hotel room, she saw a note taped to the door. It was a small, white card with a red heart drawn in the center. She flipped it over to read an invitation to show up at the hotel's bar that evening at seven and to look for a guy carrying a single stemmed rose. It was signed, "Your secret admirer."
She couldn't help but to smile. Was this Darien's way of showing his feelings? Serena didn't know, but hoped it was.
*~*
Serena had turned up ten minutes early, excited and nervous, glancing around the bar every second, scanning the crowds for a rose and the undeniably hot guy with said rose.
At exactly seven, someone touched her shoulder and she started to turn around on her stool, imagining Darien behind her, probably as nervous as she was.
But then she fully turned around and her face dropped its fake surprise façade and was really surprised.
"Seiya?" She exclaimed loudly, unintentionally drawing a few faces their way. Her eyes dropped to the single stemmed red rose he was holding delicately. No way, no way. Why was this happening to her now?
"Hello, surprised to see me?"
"You have no idea… You're my secret admirer?" There was no mistaking the disappointment in her voice, not if Seiya's hurt face was any indication.
"Yes, were you expecting someone else?"
Yes, she thought, but she couldn't tell him that so she tried to will her mouth into a sincere smile and shook her head.
Seiya offered her hand, "Come on, why don't we go to dinner and catch up? It's been a hell of a two years."
Serena chuckled nervously and his arm, following him into the dining room.
*~*
OK, so the evening hadn't gone like she had expected. After they had finished dinner, and chatted, Serena faked a headache to go back to her room and lie down. She had so looked forward to spending time with Darien, not that she hadn't appreciated Seiya's attention or offer to be with her on the most romantic night in the world, but Seiya wasn't who she was looking forward to spending that night with. So hightailing it to her room, she had planned to just be direct with Darien and see where that led her. Hopefully the evening could include them moving forward toward something more than just friendship.
She stood outside Darien's door, readying herself to knock and tell him just how she felt about him.
The door opening suddenly caught her off guard and she yelped when her face collided with a smooth chest in a black turtleneck.
"Sorry, Meatball Head."
He hadn't sounded sorry at all, in fact, he was smirking at her. He irritated her so much, yet he was cute and handsome…
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that horrid name."
"Nope, sorry, can't do it," and to prove his point he took one of her pigtails and pulled gently on it.
The more she scowled at him, the more he laughed at her and she really was torn between dreamily sighing and wanting to bonk him over the head with her heels.
But remembering what she was there to do, her insides turned into jelly. "Um, where are you off to?"
"Um, nowhere in particular."
"Oh."
"Are you just getting in?"
"Yes."
"What happened to your date with Seiya? Did it end early?"
"You knew Seiya and I were on a date?"
"Yeah, he was in the lobby this morning looking for you."
"Oh, I see." She twisted the silver ring on her finger, looking down at her shoes. The fact that Darien knew she was out on a date with Seiya made her think now wasn't such a right time to confess her true feelings to him. What if he thought she was in love with Seiya or something? Dear heavens, that would be terrible. "Just so you know, my date with Seiya wasn't a date date, wasn't romantic at all. It was just dinner between old friends. In fact, I wanted to have dinner with someone else but they hadn't asked me and I hadn't wanted to be alone on Valentine's Day, of all days, so I accepted his invitation."
"It's fine, Serena, you don't need to explain to me. I understand."
She nodded, wanting to say something more but not knowing what. "OK, then, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Good night."
"Wait, Serena…do you want to come in? For some champagne? I have a bottle out and I don't think I can finish it all by myself."
"Uh, sure, that sounds OK."
She followed him in, touching her hair self-consciously.
After pouring champagne into two wine glasses that were on the coffee table, he handed one to her. "To friendship," he said, clinking his glass softly with hers.
She tried to smile at his words, but only managed to look uncertain.
"So, you said your date with Seiya wasn't a romantic one, that you only went because someone else hadn't asked you. If you don't mind me being nosy, who was that someone else? Do you want me to track them down for you and kick their ass?"
The absurd ridiculousness of the suggestion forced a hysterical laugh from Serena, one that she tried to smother but that only made her choke on her champagne.
"I'm fine, really," she assured Darien, after she finished coughing. "It's just that well…I think it'd be kind of hard to kick yourself."
Darien looked confused. Oh-uh, it looked like it was confession time. "Uh…What I meant was you were actually the person I wanted to ask me out tonight." There she said it.
"Really?" He sounded surprised and pleased. Something that was sitting heavily inside Serena lifted in that moment, and it was easier to breath.
"Uh, actually, I've really, really liked you for a while now, and well, I wasn't sure how you'd react so I didn't say anything, up until now."
"I'd be fine with it." He smiled, the one that blinded her and made her want to go off in her fantasy land where Darien and she frolicked on a white-sand beach under a very blue sky.
Darien waving a hand in front of her face and repeating her name made her think she did go off into the dreamland.
"Sorry, I spaced out."
"That's OK."
"Um, I should really go," she pointed toward the door in a half-hearted manner, not taking her eyes off Darien.
"Yes, I suppose you should."
Darien leaned in, she leaned in closer…and they promptly bumped into the wine glasses between them.
The awkwardness of the moment dissipated and they chuckled at what seemed like a broken moment.
When the drinks were put away, and their lips finally found contact with the other, then, oh then everything was beautiful; their mouths filled with the sweet aftertaste of the bubbly champagne and the desire from both of them that this was what they had been looking forward to all those months they secretly looked at each other.
And it looked like the city seemed to cheer them on, winking their bright lights in the distance through the large balcony window.
Rating: G
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing/Characters: Serena/Darien
Summary: Serena Tsukino was a famous teen idol. Darien Chiba was her body guard. A match made in heaven? Serena thought so, but it seemed like they'd never get together, until Valentine's Day came.
Disclaimer: SM © Naoko Takeuchi. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: none
Notes: Written for Aria's Ink 2010 Valentine's Day Fic Exchange. Originally posted here.
Word count: 1,636
~*~
Serena Tsukino, the famous Japanese-American singer beloved by teens all over Japan and the world, sighed loudly, flipping her wet hair over to the side. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone in her hotel room.
Her thoughts inevitably turned to her bodyguard, Darien Chiba, the dark-haired hunk she had hired after Seiya left her to pursue his own dreams of being a pop teen idol. She could admit that she hired Darien solely for his looks and debonair charm, and not whether he proved able to do the job or not. But she hoped it would never come to that.
She wondered now what Darien was doing in the room next to hers. He was probably lounging on the bed, with his white, crisp shirt half unbuttoned, cuffs rolled up, and his nose buried in the books he liked to bring along on the tours.
Sitting down at the dressing table, she contemplated what she could do to subtly make her feelings known to Darien. Though they had only known each other for just a few months, Serena had never heard mention of a girlfriend or anyone he might've had even only a passing interest for. It would've been fine for her to go after him then, but there was still that pesky thing of him working for her and if he didn't return her feelings? Talk about awkward.
Make-up expertly put on, and hair done in her usual style of two buns sitting atop her head, she went to the closet to choose an outfit for her breakfast date with Molly, her manager.
*~*
"So you don't think I should do anything," Serena asked, talking around the pancakes in her mouth.
"Serena, he's your bodyguard, not a boy toy you can play around with and discard after you lose interest in him."
"Hey! I don't do that."
"Remember what happened with Melvin Butlers?" Molly asked, glaring at Serena. Melvin Butlers was a friend of theirs whom they went to high school with. He had a thing for Serena, and when she made it big in the music business, she and Melvin started dating, much to Molly's consternation. It was not meant to be, however, and after only a month of dating, Serena gently dumped Melvin.
But that was a wholly different situation. She and Melvin had no chemistry; it was puppy love at best. With Darien, it was different. She felt things toward him that Melvin never made her feel.
"It'd be different this time," Serena assured her friend.
Molly nodded, but not convincingly.
*~*
Coming back to her hotel room, she saw a note taped to the door. It was a small, white card with a red heart drawn in the center. She flipped it over to read an invitation to show up at the hotel's bar that evening at seven and to look for a guy carrying a single stemmed rose. It was signed, "Your secret admirer."
She couldn't help but to smile. Was this Darien's way of showing his feelings? Serena didn't know, but hoped it was.
*~*
Serena had turned up ten minutes early, excited and nervous, glancing around the bar every second, scanning the crowds for a rose and the undeniably hot guy with said rose.
At exactly seven, someone touched her shoulder and she started to turn around on her stool, imagining Darien behind her, probably as nervous as she was.
But then she fully turned around and her face dropped its fake surprise façade and was really surprised.
"Seiya?" She exclaimed loudly, unintentionally drawing a few faces their way. Her eyes dropped to the single stemmed red rose he was holding delicately. No way, no way. Why was this happening to her now?
"Hello, surprised to see me?"
"You have no idea… You're my secret admirer?" There was no mistaking the disappointment in her voice, not if Seiya's hurt face was any indication.
"Yes, were you expecting someone else?"
Yes, she thought, but she couldn't tell him that so she tried to will her mouth into a sincere smile and shook her head.
Seiya offered her hand, "Come on, why don't we go to dinner and catch up? It's been a hell of a two years."
Serena chuckled nervously and his arm, following him into the dining room.
*~*
OK, so the evening hadn't gone like she had expected. After they had finished dinner, and chatted, Serena faked a headache to go back to her room and lie down. She had so looked forward to spending time with Darien, not that she hadn't appreciated Seiya's attention or offer to be with her on the most romantic night in the world, but Seiya wasn't who she was looking forward to spending that night with. So hightailing it to her room, she had planned to just be direct with Darien and see where that led her. Hopefully the evening could include them moving forward toward something more than just friendship.
She stood outside Darien's door, readying herself to knock and tell him just how she felt about him.
The door opening suddenly caught her off guard and she yelped when her face collided with a smooth chest in a black turtleneck.
"Sorry, Meatball Head."
He hadn't sounded sorry at all, in fact, he was smirking at her. He irritated her so much, yet he was cute and handsome…
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that horrid name."
"Nope, sorry, can't do it," and to prove his point he took one of her pigtails and pulled gently on it.
The more she scowled at him, the more he laughed at her and she really was torn between dreamily sighing and wanting to bonk him over the head with her heels.
But remembering what she was there to do, her insides turned into jelly. "Um, where are you off to?"
"Um, nowhere in particular."
"Oh."
"Are you just getting in?"
"Yes."
"What happened to your date with Seiya? Did it end early?"
"You knew Seiya and I were on a date?"
"Yeah, he was in the lobby this morning looking for you."
"Oh, I see." She twisted the silver ring on her finger, looking down at her shoes. The fact that Darien knew she was out on a date with Seiya made her think now wasn't such a right time to confess her true feelings to him. What if he thought she was in love with Seiya or something? Dear heavens, that would be terrible. "Just so you know, my date with Seiya wasn't a date date, wasn't romantic at all. It was just dinner between old friends. In fact, I wanted to have dinner with someone else but they hadn't asked me and I hadn't wanted to be alone on Valentine's Day, of all days, so I accepted his invitation."
"It's fine, Serena, you don't need to explain to me. I understand."
She nodded, wanting to say something more but not knowing what. "OK, then, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Good night."
"Wait, Serena…do you want to come in? For some champagne? I have a bottle out and I don't think I can finish it all by myself."
"Uh, sure, that sounds OK."
She followed him in, touching her hair self-consciously.
After pouring champagne into two wine glasses that were on the coffee table, he handed one to her. "To friendship," he said, clinking his glass softly with hers.
She tried to smile at his words, but only managed to look uncertain.
"So, you said your date with Seiya wasn't a romantic one, that you only went because someone else hadn't asked you. If you don't mind me being nosy, who was that someone else? Do you want me to track them down for you and kick their ass?"
The absurd ridiculousness of the suggestion forced a hysterical laugh from Serena, one that she tried to smother but that only made her choke on her champagne.
"I'm fine, really," she assured Darien, after she finished coughing. "It's just that well…I think it'd be kind of hard to kick yourself."
Darien looked confused. Oh-uh, it looked like it was confession time. "Uh…What I meant was you were actually the person I wanted to ask me out tonight." There she said it.
"Really?" He sounded surprised and pleased. Something that was sitting heavily inside Serena lifted in that moment, and it was easier to breath.
"Uh, actually, I've really, really liked you for a while now, and well, I wasn't sure how you'd react so I didn't say anything, up until now."
"I'd be fine with it." He smiled, the one that blinded her and made her want to go off in her fantasy land where Darien and she frolicked on a white-sand beach under a very blue sky.
Darien waving a hand in front of her face and repeating her name made her think she did go off into the dreamland.
"Sorry, I spaced out."
"That's OK."
"Um, I should really go," she pointed toward the door in a half-hearted manner, not taking her eyes off Darien.
"Yes, I suppose you should."
Darien leaned in, she leaned in closer…and they promptly bumped into the wine glasses between them.
The awkwardness of the moment dissipated and they chuckled at what seemed like a broken moment.
When the drinks were put away, and their lips finally found contact with the other, then, oh then everything was beautiful; their mouths filled with the sweet aftertaste of the bubbly champagne and the desire from both of them that this was what they had been looking forward to all those months they secretly looked at each other.
And it looked like the city seemed to cheer them on, winking their bright lights in the distance through the large balcony window.