Warning: Kissing scene may be inappropriate for the kiddies. But i know our
ecchi queens will enjoy!



Disclaimer: The men in white suits don't
understand the whole obsession over
feedback...don't they understand how much
we need and want and LIVE FOR IT??? ::RS
glances at CP nervously:: Sshhh…they're coming!
::CP continues to rant as RS waves arms
energetically:: ::White-suited men pick the two
up as the third carries a sign saying "Sailor
Moon not owned by the lunatics."::


I look into your eyes
Searching for something
An emotion, a flicker
For anything

All I see is darkness
Racing to consume you
As I draw closer
Will it consume me too?


Desert Mirage
Chapter 6
By: Eternal Angel and The Rose Society
Rating: R
Email: stargazing12@hotmail.com
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	The sun had already risen high above the
desert sands long before she had awakened. She
looked around, as she tried to shake the cobwebs
from her head. Confusion arose deep within her,
as she pondered why Endymion had not woken her
and made her accompany him to the morning meeting.
Was he mad at the fact that she had caused him
trouble yesterday for crying on his shoulder? He
seemed so understanding yesterday though...and...
Her gaze fell upon the pillow next to her. To her
surprise, there was a note upon it with his
beautiful scrawl. She gently picked it up and read
it with a sigh.

	'My Teary Siren,' it began. Serenity
smiled wryly at his small reference to the night
before. 'When you awake, please call in the
servants and help yourself to some food. I won't
require your presence today, so feel free to
entertain yourself. Your Poor Waterlogged
Handkerchief, Endymion.'

	Serenity laughed at the small joke. She
was so happy that he was so understanding, so
wonderful. Last night after she had finished her
story, he had tucked her into the bed and kissed
her softly on the cheek, telling her that he
would chase away her nightmares for her.

	He was such a sweet thing.

	She closed her eyes in bliss.

	To love again was to be free once more.
There were no chains in love, just a feeling of
true completion that caused the wings of eternity
to sprout on her back. She flew into the warm
arms of happiness as she rolled on the bed,
laughing with the first pure joy she had felt in
a long time.



	He stared off in space, anger emanating
from his figure. Last night she told him so much
about herself, trusting him as she never had
before. She told him her bittersweet love story,
about her courageous loved one who had been lost
at war...

	At first, he had done everything in his
power to make her stop crying. He could not bear
to watch passively as she cried. So, being as
gentle as was in his power, he put her to bed,
soothing her sobs and just being there for her.
Then, once he was positive that she was asleep,
he laid next to her, spooning her smaller figure
with his own. He loved to see his Siren smiling
and happy, or even argumentative and irritated.
But to watch her luminous blue eyes fill with
tears tore him up, something that he could not
explain. That morning, he awoke, wrote her a
humorous note, hoping that she would feel better
after a night of sorrow.

	But after he left her side, the events
that she had related to him consumed his thoughts.
Just the thought of her being with another made
the long untouched embers of jealousy flare red
hot again within him. The thought of another
touching her so intimately made his insides lurch.
She was his damn it, his...!

	"Sire?" The irritating voice of one of
his nobles reached his ears, drawing him away from
his reverie. He turned back to the noble, away
from his thoughts and frustration of Serenity.
Shooting him a fierce glare, he begun to channel
his anger upon the poor sap. "What is it?"

	The noble paled at the sheer intensity of
his sire's voice booming down at him as he
fidgeted nervously. "Uh...your highness, we were
talking about the taxes..."

	Heaving a sigh, Endymion returned to his
duties that waited him before hand. He tried
with all his might to banish all thoughts of
Serenity from his mind as best as he could.



	Serenity gave Endymion a surreptitious
look as confusion seemed to become her best
friend.  She didn't understand this. Ever since
he had returned, he had barely said a word to
her. Had she hurt his feelings?

	'But he has had many lovers himself,'
she thought. 'Why would my having one upset him,
especially since it was so long ago?' She looked
at him but Endymion was engrossed in his papers.
She cleared her throat, waiting for him to turn
to her and raise his eyebrow or do something
quirky like he usually does. But instead,
Endymion didn't even pause at his reading, making
her feel as if she did not even exist.

	With a huff, she crossed her arms and
stared at him, angrily piercing daggers into him
with her eyes. 'Fine then! Be an insensitive pig!'
she silently cursed at him. After much glaring,
she decided that if he was going to ignore her,
she was going to make it very hard for him. She
continued to stare at him with piercing eyes,
pouring all her frustration into her gaze, hoping
that he would feel her stare.

	She never knew how tiring and straining
glaring could be. She wondered if she could pop a
vein this way. Finding that this method wasn't
very effective, she decided to try a different
approach. With a deep breath, she slammed her
hands on his desk, finally getting him to look at
her.

	"What in the world is wrong with you?
What's with the silent treatment," she demanded to
know, as he blinked and gave her a look of innocence.
"Nothing is wrong, Serenity," he replied as he
returned to his papers.

	Growling, Serenity gripped Endymion's chin,
forcing him to look at her. "Nothing is wrong my
FOOT! You've been ignoring me the whole entire time!
Last night, you were so nice and understanding. But
now, you're the same arrogant man that I met the
night of the show. It's like you've reverted back!"

	Endymion tore himself from the hands of his
captivatingly beautiful siren and glared at her
angrily, his words deeply flashing with contempt.
"Damn right something is wrong," he exclaimed. She
was shocked - never had she heard this tone of voice
before! "I'm angry as hell, I'll admit it."

	She narrowed her eyes at him, and studied
him with a frown. She was unable to comprehend what
his anger was all about, and why it was directed at
her. Was his day really all so bad that he had to
take it out on her? "What the hell are you mad about?
And why the hell are you taking it out at me?"

	Endymion let out a bark of laughter, his
eyes boring into her. "Why shouldn't I be taking it
out on you? You're the one that I'm mad at!"

	 "ME?!?!" She asked in disbelief, "What the
hell did I do to piss you off? You left me a note
saying that it would be fine if I spent the day in
the room! Or did meeting with your advisors addle
your brain?"

	Standing up, Endymion threw his arms up in
frustration. "You think that I'm mad about you not
accompanying me? My dear, I do believe that you are
the one with the addled brain."

	Serenity stood up as well. Trying to keep
her self-control, she said as calmly as possible,
"Then why are you so angry all of a sudden?" It
seemed to be the wrong question because the next
moment he whirled around to glare at her, pain
etched on his every feature. "You loved another! Of
course I'm angry!"

	All her anger promptly flowed out of her
body as she stared at him, disbelief shooting through
her. "You're angry because of Kunzite?" The thought
filled her with amazement. He was jealous? Was this
what everything was about? He was jealous just
because...

	She couldn't help but feel something deep
within her increase in intensity as Endymion found
that he could only nod in defeat. Her expression now
changed, softening some of it's harshness. She
prodded him with her next question, "Why?"

	His eyes flew open and stared at her as if
she was the most ignorant person in the world. "What
do you mean, why? You gave yourself to another!
That's reason enough!"

	Serenity gave a rather indelicate snort of
derision. "As if you haven't slept with others
before."

	Endymion clenched his teeth. "That's
different!"

	With a derisive laugh, Serenity moved her
hand up and down, indicating that she was speaking
about him. "You think that because you're a man," she
waved her arm to indicate the room, "because you're
rich and Sultan, that you can sleep with whomever you
want and it's perfectly alright. But yet, if a woman
sleeps with man out of wedlock, it automatically marks
her as a whore?"

	Silence was her only reply. She slowly nodded,
numbness taking her over.  "You know," she said
quietly, "you truly are a Sultan. Because no decent
human being would think the way you do." Her voice was
like icy fire, filled with so much loathing.

	He grabbed her arm, trying to make her face
him, but all she did was push his arm away, as she spun
her heel into the ground and attempted to flee the room.
He grabbed her arm once again, roughly. She whipped
around and made a face at him and then at his offending
hand.

	She turned to glare at him, annoyance boiling
just underneath her controlled surface. "LET GO OF ME,"
she bit out.

	His eyes were like a smoldering blue flame,
the heat of his anger threatening to scorch her as he
forcefully growled at her, "I wouldn't care if every
woman in the world bedded a thousand men! But this is
YOU that we're talking about! You're mine, and mine
alone."

	And with an abruptness that startled them
both, he pulled her body to his and kissed her. It
was a kiss that neither had experienced before: rough,
yet tender, hateful, yet loving. He had meant for the
kiss to be punishing, to make her pay for betraying
him. But the deep, furious ardor that was buried in
both of them exploded to the surface, uncovering the
long hidden desire and an onslaught of passion that
overwhelmed them with an intense fury.

	Pausing long enough to groan, he crushed her
lips to his again, over and over, with a flurry of
kisses broken by hurried breaths. He wrapped his
hands in her silver locks, angling her head for
better access to her lips. The feel of her, the
taste, the smell...everything about her was
intoxicating. He scooped up her body and walked
quickly to the bed, his lips never leaving hers. He
let both of them fall upon the soft covers, the
ravishment continuing.

	Logic struggled to break through the haze of
desire clouding Serenity's mind. With a jarring thud,
the events leading to this warmth came back to her.
'He thinks of me as a whore, a conquest,' she thought
bitterly. 'I don't matter any more to him than a
flower in his private garden, a bauble to admire for
a time, then to be forgotten and discarded. If I let
this continue, I'm only proving him right.' She placed
her hands upon his chest and gave him a shove. He drew
away from her, rolling to the side, his dark blue eyes
clouded with confusion. She sat up, her shoulders
shaking from her sobs.

	"Siren?"

	Only the sound of quiet sobbing answered him.

	He was completely lost, without a clue. Up
until a moment ago, he could feel her desire for him.
She was kissing him as ardently as he was her. Finally,
it dawned on him. Endymion drew Serenity's body towards
him and hugged her close, placing his head upon her
own. She struggled for a moment, trying to make him let
her go, but his iron embrace did not lessen. After
awhile, she stopped squirming and lay very still.

	For the longest time, the two lay very still,
listening to each other breathe, feeling the rise and
fall of each others chest.

	"I'm sorry," Endymion said, his deep voice
rumbling quietly in his chest. He heaved a sigh,
causing his breath to dance along the top of her head.
"I shouldn't have said those things. I had no right to
insinuate anything. What you did in the past is your
business."

	Serenity turned in his embrace to face him.
Her glistening eyes glared at him. "Damn right it's
my business. What Kunzite and I shared was not some
thing to be made light of!" Her tiny fists beat
against his chest, a feeble attempt to voice her
frustration. "I thought that you would understand
but you didn't!"

	Smiling at her angry but beautiful face, he
gently wiped away her tears. Her anger ebbed away
quickly with every caress. Odd how she could not stay
mad at him. Perhaps it was the close proximity. "I do
understand, more than you know." Then, he placed a
gentle, lingering kiss on her forehead. It was a
gesture that was meant for comfort. Yet, the simple
kiss rekindled their conflagration of emotions.

	She could feel him pull away from her, as
she opened her eyes to look at him. She reached up to
touch him, her gentle hands outlining the rugged
beauty of his face. It was as if she had no control
over her own actions, as if something larger than
herself was in control now. Her fingers brushed
against his cheek, his chin, and then his lips. They
were gingerly brushing over them when he captured her
hand with his own. His deep blue eyes were locked upon
her own stormy ones as he kissed each and every one of
her gentle fingers. Each press of flesh against flesh
was fuel in the fire of their passion.

	"Endymion…" she softly whispered.

	He could feel an overwhelming desire yank him
into a whirlwind of emotions, leaving him unable and
unwilling to escape.  "Serenity..." he groaned, his
eyes reflecting the depth of his desire for her.

	His plea took her in surprise. She opened
her mouth to say something, but before any sound
could escape, she was silenced by his lips being
crushed against her own.

	She could feel the pumping of her heart
enter a battle against her ribcage, the former
trying to escape the confines of the latter. A warmth,
never before felt, grew in the very core of her being,
fed by the swirl of emotions from his gentle invasion.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him
closer to her, trying to make this moment last forever.
Never had she felt so complete, so safe, so ALIVE!
Passion...a simple word for such a complex emotion.
Even the time she shared with Kunzite had not raised
such a feeling within her.

	He drew back enough to whisper her name,
then promptly returned to ravishing her lips. She
could feel his tongue brush against her lips, asking
for entrance to her sacred mouth. As soon as she
parted her lips, he charged in, like a man lost in
the desert searching for water. They were lost in
their passion, in their emotions...

	...in their love...

Author Notes:

(grins) Wait until you see the next chapter
minna-love, you're going to adore it!  (grins)
Thanks to all those wonderful people who sent us
email! Without you we would be lost!  -CP

o.O OTAY! Time for me to 'fess up! I did the whole
Kunzite thing last time! So minna, stop bashing poor
CP! ::Real RS whaps puppet away:: Ignore that...
Anyhoo, I want EMAILS!!! FEEDBACK! MON-URK! ::white
coated men drag her away:: -RS