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#14
Hide and Seek
Words: 1127
Assorted Warnings:
-Originally written for sm_monthly's April 2nd challenge: Chibi-Usa, umbrella
-Is NOT a first season fic, but I'm hoping exceptions can be made.
-Hard R rating. Not quite NC-17, though.
-Serenity and Endymion do not act perfectly canonical. I figure it’s hard to be regal all the time.
“Oh, Endy…” Serenity gave a sultry giggle, her hand gliding over the thick hardness, “you are excited.”
“Serenity, that’s the beach umbrella.”
“What?!” All the flirtatious sexiness had fled her voice. “Are you sure?”
“Please believe me when I tell you that, yes, I am certain I can tell the difference between a beach umbrella and a part of my person. Besides, I saw it when we came in.”
“Oh. Well, you don’t have to get snippy about it,” she huffed. “Why are we even in a closet anyway? We have a perfectly good bed, in a perfectly good bedroom. We’re even married, with a child, so it’s not like people don’t already know what goes on in there. It’s not even like my parents are visiting.” Serenity got acutely uncomfortable with the adult side of their relationship whenever her parents came to visit*. There was something distinctly unnerving about looking at one’s father over breakfast after a night of wanton passion.
At the mention of her parents, Endymion knew he needed to take back control of the conversation (or better yet, end it quickly) if this was going to work. Nothing splashed cold water on his libido like the juxtaposition of his in-laws and sex. That thought uppermost on his mind (and banishing all images of Serenity’s parents to the deepest recesses) he tilted her head back and kissed her hard on the lips. Immediately, the continuing stream of words dried upon her lips as she kissed him back. “That’s better,” he whispered. “We’re here because I miss you,” he explained, his hand stroking her body through the thin fabric of her gown. “We have an incredibly precocious child who has some kind of cursed and unnatural ability to know when we’re trying to have some alone time, and who takes a perverse pleasure in interrupting us at the worse possible moment.”
“So we’re hiding in a supply closet?” Serenity couldn’t keep all the skepticism from her voice, even as she bit back a moan while her husband covered her throat in kisses.
“Yes,” Endymion replied. “Hopefully by the time she thinks to check here…hopefully she just won’t think to check here.” His fingers were busily unbuttoning his tuxedo’s shirt. He’d managed to lose the jacket already, but his tailor was a demonic creature who believed that any shirt worth his patronage needed to have a hundred tiny buttons. This chore was compounded by the fact that he was only using one hand, as the other was busy exploring his wife’s lush curves.
“Is that why…ohh, that tickles Endy…there’s that hanger contraption over the knob?”
Endymion tried not to growl in annoyance. “Yes. It. Is.” He bit off every word. “But please, Sere…Yes, contrary to popular opinion, I did marry you for your mind all those years ago. But honestly? That is not the part of you I’d like to be exercising right now. Could you please concentrate on my attempted seduction, here?” With a muttered curse, he tore the rest of the shirt-he was the king, dammit, he had a million others-and pushed Serenity back against a wall, his mouth nearly devouring hers. It had been far, far too long.
With a smile, Serenity gave up to her husband’s ministrations. He always knew just where to touch, to nip, to taste, and soon the only noises out of her mouth were sighs. At his urging, she lifted her skirts up to her waist, and let him grip her hips. There was something so utterly sexy about having a husband that could lift you up and hold you tight even while exerting himself in…other ways-
“Mama?” A chubby fist knocked on the door, and Serenity was suddenly glad for Endymion’s idea about the hanger. “Mama, I heard you in there. What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“Mama’s fine, princess,” Endymion grated out, his voice hoarse.
“Papa you’re in there, too? Can I come in?” Chibi-usa’s voice went from worried to inquisitive in a blink. “Why are you in the closet?”
“We’re playing, sweetheart.” Serenity choked, trying not to laugh. In the dim light that filtered in around the door, Endymion’s face was a curious mix of frustration, despair, and resignation. It wasn’t nice to be amused, at his expense, but really, the whole situation was just too much.
“Can I play? I want to play, too! Whatcha playing?”
Endymion hastily tried to gather his scattered wits (most of which were still preoccupied with the feeling of his wife’s thighs around his waist) “We’re…uhh…playing hide and seek.”
“Then why were you banging around in the closet?” Privately, Endymion thought that there were times when a four-year old’s quest for knowledge went beyond the border between adorable and into abominable. This was one of those times.
Fortunately his wife, his lovely, sweet, wonderful wife was there to save him. “I was beating up on your father for cheating. He only counted to fifty before he came to find me.”
“Papa, cheating isn’t nice,” Chibi-Usa scolded. “Can I come in and hit him too?”
“No, Small Lady,” Serenity reasoned. “Why don’t you go hide and Papa will come find you. I’ll stay here and make sure he doesn’t cheat.”
“Yay!” Tiny footsteps scampered down the hall, back towards the main wing. Defeated, Endymion, gently put his wife back down and started feeling around for their clothes. Perhaps he could convince (pay, bribe, blackmail, beg) one of the Senshi to take the little princess out for a walk tomorrow. Or perhaps Setsuna would agree to send Chibi-Usa into the past about 900 years early. Let his younger self try to deal with his daughter and seduce Usagi at the same time. As a teenager, he’d had much more energy for that sort of thing.
“What are you doing?” Serenity’s tone was both amused and perplexed.
“Trying to find enough of my clothes so as not to scandalize anyone we may happen to meet on our way to our play hide and seek with our daughter,” he pointed out with some asperity. “Did you want me to leave the closet in my all together?”
“Silly man,” she chided gently. “Why on earth would you do that?”
“But you just told--” Now Endymion was confused.
“I just told our daughter to go wait for us. She’ll go and hide under her bed as always, and either play with her toys while she waits for us, or fall asleep. She has no idea how long counting to a hundred takes.”
“That’s devious,” he replied, all admiration. “See? I told you I married you for your mind.” He lowered his head to kiss her again. Then-“Ow! Hey, be gentle!”
“Oops,” Serenity giggled. “Sorry, I thought it was the umbrella again.”
*I figure Serenity gifted her immediate family with some form of longevity (well, for these funny little story arcs anyway) courtesy of the Ginzuishou. After all, why have unlimited cosmic powers if you don’t use them to help the ones you love?
Hide and Seek
Words: 1127
Assorted Warnings:
-Originally written for sm_monthly's April 2nd challenge: Chibi-Usa, umbrella
-Is NOT a first season fic, but I'm hoping exceptions can be made.
-Hard R rating. Not quite NC-17, though.
-Serenity and Endymion do not act perfectly canonical. I figure it’s hard to be regal all the time.
“Oh, Endy…” Serenity gave a sultry giggle, her hand gliding over the thick hardness, “you are excited.”
“Serenity, that’s the beach umbrella.”
“What?!” All the flirtatious sexiness had fled her voice. “Are you sure?”
“Please believe me when I tell you that, yes, I am certain I can tell the difference between a beach umbrella and a part of my person. Besides, I saw it when we came in.”
“Oh. Well, you don’t have to get snippy about it,” she huffed. “Why are we even in a closet anyway? We have a perfectly good bed, in a perfectly good bedroom. We’re even married, with a child, so it’s not like people don’t already know what goes on in there. It’s not even like my parents are visiting.” Serenity got acutely uncomfortable with the adult side of their relationship whenever her parents came to visit*. There was something distinctly unnerving about looking at one’s father over breakfast after a night of wanton passion.
At the mention of her parents, Endymion knew he needed to take back control of the conversation (or better yet, end it quickly) if this was going to work. Nothing splashed cold water on his libido like the juxtaposition of his in-laws and sex. That thought uppermost on his mind (and banishing all images of Serenity’s parents to the deepest recesses) he tilted her head back and kissed her hard on the lips. Immediately, the continuing stream of words dried upon her lips as she kissed him back. “That’s better,” he whispered. “We’re here because I miss you,” he explained, his hand stroking her body through the thin fabric of her gown. “We have an incredibly precocious child who has some kind of cursed and unnatural ability to know when we’re trying to have some alone time, and who takes a perverse pleasure in interrupting us at the worse possible moment.”
“So we’re hiding in a supply closet?” Serenity couldn’t keep all the skepticism from her voice, even as she bit back a moan while her husband covered her throat in kisses.
“Yes,” Endymion replied. “Hopefully by the time she thinks to check here…hopefully she just won’t think to check here.” His fingers were busily unbuttoning his tuxedo’s shirt. He’d managed to lose the jacket already, but his tailor was a demonic creature who believed that any shirt worth his patronage needed to have a hundred tiny buttons. This chore was compounded by the fact that he was only using one hand, as the other was busy exploring his wife’s lush curves.
“Is that why…ohh, that tickles Endy…there’s that hanger contraption over the knob?”
Endymion tried not to growl in annoyance. “Yes. It. Is.” He bit off every word. “But please, Sere…Yes, contrary to popular opinion, I did marry you for your mind all those years ago. But honestly? That is not the part of you I’d like to be exercising right now. Could you please concentrate on my attempted seduction, here?” With a muttered curse, he tore the rest of the shirt-he was the king, dammit, he had a million others-and pushed Serenity back against a wall, his mouth nearly devouring hers. It had been far, far too long.
With a smile, Serenity gave up to her husband’s ministrations. He always knew just where to touch, to nip, to taste, and soon the only noises out of her mouth were sighs. At his urging, she lifted her skirts up to her waist, and let him grip her hips. There was something so utterly sexy about having a husband that could lift you up and hold you tight even while exerting himself in…other ways-
“Mama?” A chubby fist knocked on the door, and Serenity was suddenly glad for Endymion’s idea about the hanger. “Mama, I heard you in there. What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“Mama’s fine, princess,” Endymion grated out, his voice hoarse.
“Papa you’re in there, too? Can I come in?” Chibi-usa’s voice went from worried to inquisitive in a blink. “Why are you in the closet?”
“We’re playing, sweetheart.” Serenity choked, trying not to laugh. In the dim light that filtered in around the door, Endymion’s face was a curious mix of frustration, despair, and resignation. It wasn’t nice to be amused, at his expense, but really, the whole situation was just too much.
“Can I play? I want to play, too! Whatcha playing?”
Endymion hastily tried to gather his scattered wits (most of which were still preoccupied with the feeling of his wife’s thighs around his waist) “We’re…uhh…playing hide and seek.”
“Then why were you banging around in the closet?” Privately, Endymion thought that there were times when a four-year old’s quest for knowledge went beyond the border between adorable and into abominable. This was one of those times.
Fortunately his wife, his lovely, sweet, wonderful wife was there to save him. “I was beating up on your father for cheating. He only counted to fifty before he came to find me.”
“Papa, cheating isn’t nice,” Chibi-Usa scolded. “Can I come in and hit him too?”
“No, Small Lady,” Serenity reasoned. “Why don’t you go hide and Papa will come find you. I’ll stay here and make sure he doesn’t cheat.”
“Yay!” Tiny footsteps scampered down the hall, back towards the main wing. Defeated, Endymion, gently put his wife back down and started feeling around for their clothes. Perhaps he could convince (pay, bribe, blackmail, beg) one of the Senshi to take the little princess out for a walk tomorrow. Or perhaps Setsuna would agree to send Chibi-Usa into the past about 900 years early. Let his younger self try to deal with his daughter and seduce Usagi at the same time. As a teenager, he’d had much more energy for that sort of thing.
“What are you doing?” Serenity’s tone was both amused and perplexed.
“Trying to find enough of my clothes so as not to scandalize anyone we may happen to meet on our way to our play hide and seek with our daughter,” he pointed out with some asperity. “Did you want me to leave the closet in my all together?”
“Silly man,” she chided gently. “Why on earth would you do that?”
“But you just told--” Now Endymion was confused.
“I just told our daughter to go wait for us. She’ll go and hide under her bed as always, and either play with her toys while she waits for us, or fall asleep. She has no idea how long counting to a hundred takes.”
“That’s devious,” he replied, all admiration. “See? I told you I married you for your mind.” He lowered his head to kiss her again. Then-“Ow! Hey, be gentle!”
“Oops,” Serenity giggled. “Sorry, I thought it was the umbrella again.”
*I figure Serenity gifted her immediate family with some form of longevity (well, for these funny little story arcs anyway) courtesy of the Ginzuishou. After all, why have unlimited cosmic powers if you don’t use them to help the ones you love?