Seras Love - first part

His lips descended on hers with the gentle longing only she could spur in his loins pressing against
her stomach. Her back archeed instincitvely as her lips moaned his name into his parting lips.
She awoke with a start, the name still trembling on her lips.
"Ke...To...Le...now what was his name?" She stammered to herself, "I just had it..."
She sighed and pulled her blankets up to her chin, lost in the memories of the same dream she'd been
having since she was old enough to read, when she had first learned of a most marvelous emotion that was
difficult to lavish on just one person. Generally, it took several fellows before a woman discovered her
one and only. What the woman did with those fellows, however, usually made for a story interesting
enough to write pages and pages about.
She curled to her side, legs tucked up under her arms, and slowly drifted off, remembering the last
bits of her dream in hopes that it would continue itself so she could learn the name of the man to whom
those lovely lips belonged.

"Wake up Sera, the Duchess is here," a soft lilting voice drifted into the young girl's ear. She
awakened slowly, dreading another day with the bloated ego who was aptly named Duchess Francoise
Appleton. She wasn't a real duchess of course, but that never phased her.
Sera guided her feet with her mind, moving them over the edge of the bed and down to the floor, the
rest of her body following suit until at the last moment her legs woke up and straightened. Sera
stumbled to her bathroom, gathering various items from where they were draped precariously: doorknobs,
chairs, half-open drawers, and whatever else had happened to be in the way of her sleep the night
before.
"I'll just be a second," she told Brenda, her step-sister from her mother's second marriage. She
remembered well the dishonest relief she'd felt when that step-father had died. He had deserved the
bullets through his eyes, especially since they had been the source of a lot of pain for her mother what
with the way they'd strayed so inconsistently.
She didn't hate Brenda in the least, however. Nobody could possibly. She was slender enough to model,
but not thin enough to be a skeleton. Her black hair was always in two braids on either side of her
head, ending just under her shoulder-blades, and her mint-green eyes surrounded by thick dark lashes
always seemed to look in places you yourself didn't know you had.
Sera, on the other hand, had thick copper curls that sort of frizzed their way down to her butt, and
the greyest eyes you could possibly imagine. They were very large almond-shaped eyes, made bigger by
both the long copper-colored lashes and her pale ivory skin.
She stared at herself in the mirror, wishing her nose perhaps turned down more...or was it up that she
wanted? It didn't matter, for all the wishes she could possibly make horses of still wouldn't make the
world turn round the other way, which is what her mother told her would be the day she could change
herself. "By then, I won't want to," she repeated to herself, "for by then, I will have been wrapped in
arms that held me tenderly, yet unyieldingly; close, but not too close."
A loud knock came on her bathroom door, followed by a soft reprimand and some louder shouts.
"I'm almost done," Sera said, turning so she could see her profile. She wasn't tall and thin like
Brenda, but not short and chubby like Duchess. She remained somewhere in the middle. Oh well. If wishes
were horses, blah blah blah...she turned the handle on the door and exited her bathroom.

"Oh, that guy over there is cute!" exclaimed Duchess. She was eyeing a young man wearing knee-length
shorts and a shirt that said "Hooters" on it.
"I don't know..." said Brenda, "what is 'Hooters'?"
"I dunno," said Duchess, already looking the other way at a slightly older male wearing a three-piece
suit, "what about him?"
Sera yawned, bored out of her mind. She never bothered checking out the guys. Not here, anyway. A
mall was no place to find the yin to her yang.
Just then a firm wall landed on Sera's face. She stepped back, trying to focus on the wall, her
slightly befuddled brain trying to reason with the fact that she had been standing quite still, so the
walls had to be moving in on her. She was rather curious at the warmth and softness of the wall, so
she'd stepped back to get a better look at it.
Her eyes moved up to greet eyes of the iciest blue. They looked angry. After all, wasn't Sera the one
who was supposed to move for this God?
She met his gaze stubbornly, her bottom lip protruding slightly so he'd know she wasn't moving another
inch. Her arms crossed over her breasts, the light of challenge glimmering between the two.
"Excuse me," he said, his tone inflecting the last part so she would know that she was, in fact, quite
responsible for the unwanted contact of his wall of a chest against her cheek.
"I don't see one," she responded, her chin lifting.
"One what?" he questioned, already dreading the answer.
"An excuse," she said, "For you."
He shook his head and glared his sharpest daggers at her, feeling them stinging in return against his
back as he stepped to one side and walked around the now fuming Sera.
He'd had quite enough of these stupid frilly girls. This mall was simply riddled with them, their
brains as full of air as the bubbles they blew with their gum.
He ran his fingers through his blonde-streaked brown hair. He really needed a haircut. His eyes
sighted a long, curly copper-colored hair attached to his black t-shirt. Damn that girl, and damn those
grey eyes. She was the worst he'd seen yet. At least the other girls looked where they were going!

Sera stared after him, glaring harder when he didn't turn around.
"Can you believe the nerve of some guys?" she said aloud, finally breaking eyecontact with the guy's
back to look at Brenda.
"I know!" Brenda exclaimed, having seen the entire thing, "He just walked right into you like he
expected you to move or something!"
Duchess rolled her eyes, but before she could quite finish this task, her eyes had lighted on
another young man. "Oooh!" she squealed, pointing gleefully. They all turned and examined the male.
He must have been in his mid-twenties, and his shoulder-length hair was so black it was almost blue.
He had a hoop in one ear, and a black shirt stretched tight across his very muscular chest.
"He...he doesn't look like he belongs here..." said Duchess, for once not knowing what to say.
Her eyes remained steadfastly on him, her lips parting in wonder. He must have felt her gaze on him,
for he turned his illustrious almost-black eyes on her. A slow smile spread on his lips, looking
more like a smirk than a smile. He started walking toward Duchess, his panther-like hips moving
sexily in their tight black jeans.
"Do you need something, Miss?" he said, leaning down slightly so his easily 6 foot 4 frame
could see the Duchess's 5 foot one.
She stuttered, then only managed to shake her head, her blue-grey eyes looking into his. He
smiled and straightened, then tilted his head as he examined her. "You were looking at me, Miss."
She nodded slowly, mezmerized by his gaze.
Sera sighed as she watched the exchange. Even the fickle Duchess had found someone who held her
interest for more than a split second. This was tragically unfair. Sera would soon be 19, and she
as of yet had not so much as tasted true love's kiss. A lot of bumbling fools' kisses, but that
was it. She watched the Duchess and the cliche of manliness exchange phone numbers or whatever
it was they exchanged these days. Feeling Brenda's eyes on her, she lifted her head. Brenda
mouthed, "someday," then nodded and started walking toward the foodcourt.
Sera wandered after Brenda almost absentmindedly, wondering briefly if Duchess's new
infatuation would keep her so preoccupied she'd forget to eat. Highly doubtful, but then again,
it was a first for Duchess to have held interest in someone of the male persuasion for what was it now,
five minutes? Sera checked her watch and gasped almost inaudibly. Five whole minutes. That was
unheard of.
Brenda giggled and shook her head, watching as Duchess slowly regained conscience and raced
toward the table Brenda and Sera were already eating at.
"Did you see that gorgeous specimen?" Duchess squealed, her eyes rounder than usual.
The sisters nodded in unison, hiding their smiles behind hands as they averted their gazes.
Duchess swooned into her seat, dramatically pressing the back of her hand to her forehead.
"I feel faint, girls. Can you believe it? That gorgeous man...Darius, by the way...asked me,
little old me, out for this Saturday night! We're going to a movie, and then Italian!"
"Wow! That's great!" Sera said, genuinly happy for her friend. It would mean she would not
be at her house on Saturday night, moaning about not having found her true love. It seemed to
be the dilemna of the three girls. Until now, of course. Duchess had found someone.
"He was very manly," Brenda stated, famous for the obvious statement. The three girls nodded
quickly, something they all agreed on apparently.
"I wonder what those beautiful lips will feel like on my lips...grazing my knuckles was heaven,"
Duchess said, almost swooning again.
"I think you need to eat something," Sera said, giggling despite herself, "You keep fainting."
They settled down and finished their food, giggling and talking about the mysterious Darius.
Why had he been in this place, where had he been all of Duchess's life, and other things like that.

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Sera sighed, plopping herself down in her favorite blue-and-green tie-dye beanbag chair. Another
lonely Saturday night. Even Brenda had gotten a date, and she was most often one without one since
she was very picky about the males she did go out with. This was with her best friend, a geek
named Ruperto. Her eyes lighted on a pamphlet on her desk. Maybe she wouldn't have to be lonely
this Saturday. She had been waiting for a weekened when she would not have either of the other
girls by her side, so she could go to the one place...her thoughts trailed off as she quickly
found something to wear and grabbed the keys to her little honda civic on her way out the door,
purse flapping against her rear.

She managed to find a parking space near the large building, but not very close to the door.
No matter, excercise was always good. Sera hurried to the double-doors she'd seen while looking
for a space. She startled as a doorman opened the door for her, smiling at her nicely. She stuttered,
then reached into her pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill, handing it to him. He smiled wider,
pointing her in the direction of the front desk. Sera nodded in thanks and hurried to the desk,
her eyes growing wider as she took in her surroundings.
"Hi...I am Sera Michelle Candor. I believe my family retains membership here?" Sera pulled a
card from her wallet, shoving it across the counter toward the receptionist. The elderly woman
nodded and typed some information into a computer, then handed Sera a pass with her name printed
neatly on it. Sera accepted it, then looked around the vast foyer, not sure where to go next.
She slipped her card back into her purse as she headed to the most familiar thing in her
view: a swimming pool.

Stepping out of the locker-room, a large beach towel hiding her rather skimpy bikini, Sera
wondered why she was here. She seriously wondered. What could she possibly gain by showing
off her nothing-body here? She sighed and shrugged, pushing herself now that she'd already
started this. She dropped her towel onto a nearby beach-chair, the bikini Duchess had somehow
managed to convince her to buy exposing more of her body than she cared to expose. She resisted
the urge to cover herself with her hands, and quickly jumped into the pool to hide herself more
effectively. Gasping loudly at the extreme cold of the pool, she jumped in place for a few seconds
before her legs began to cramp up. Trying to keep herself from screaming, she forced herself out
of the pool and to her chair, her legs struggling to keep her up-right. A soft chuckle coming from
her right caused her to stumble, barely managing to catch herself before she fell onto her chair.
She turned to look at the owner of the chuckle, ready to chew him out for his obvious pleasure
in her pain.
"Why, you," she began, then widened her eyes in wonder, recognizing the familiar icey blue eyes
of the young heathen from her last trip to the mall. "You!" she exclaimed, her face heating up
in anger now, instead of embarrasment.
The young man stammered, suddenly realizing who she was. His face heated up as well as he
remembered this insolent fool who had dared get in his way, and had left a long copper curl on his
immaculate black shirt.
"Of all the nerve. First you smash my cheek in when you aren't looking where you're going, then
you laugh when my legs cramp up because the water is too cold!" she glared daggers at him, her
cheeks getting even reder than he had thought possible. He shook his head quickly.
"No, no. That little incident was your fault, missy. I had nothing to do with it, other than
apparently getting in your way!" He shook his head firmly, glaring equally sharp daggers at hers.
He heard her sigh, his ears twitching slightly at the sound.
Rubbing her calves gingerly, she winced and sighed, closing her eyes as she turned away from
him. Why hadn't she thought before she'd jumped into that pool? Of course she hadn't thought.
She'd only been trying to hide from whoever had happened to be around the pool. Damn that boy.
He seriously needed to grow up.
Suddenly she felt gentle yet work-worn finger-pads rubbing into her calves in slow circular
motions, easing the cramps out. Her eyes flew open, her lips parted, and she recoiled into her chair,
curling her legs up to her chest. His fingertips followed, and she batted at them. "Stop that!" she
screamed, each touch eliciting odd tingles in her body. She didn't know what those feelings were,
not really. She had a vague idea it had to do with the meshing of hot, steamy bodies, but she
quickly pushed that thought from her mind. Not this guy. Not in her fantasies. He was scum-of-the-earth,
no-good, very-bad idiocy. He could not possibly have a place in her fantasies. But oh, those fingers
felt so good...
She quickly stood up, then opened her mouth in a silent scream as she toppled over, her legs weakened
now that the cramping had ebbed. Strong arms caught her and she gasped at the warmth going through
her, her head tilting up of its own free will. His eyes were right next to hers, asking if she was
alright. She nodded, feeling more weakened by his touch than by her near fall.
She felt him leaning closer to her, felt his breath on her nose. Her eyes started to close, but
she forced them open, looking right into his ice-blue eyes. She could see little gold flecks
in his eyes. She eyed them curiously, having never seen anything like them in her life. Suddenly
she fell, her rump hitting her chair unceremoniously. He was moving to his chair quickly, away
from her. She glared daggers at him, and knew he felt them when he stood up straighter. Damn him.

Damn her. Why had he done that? It surely hadn't been guilt, because he still did not regret
laughing when she'd realized how cold the pool was. What had made him go over there and even
touch her? His fingertips still burned with the feel of her. She had felt good. No she hadn't.
He didn't need her, she wasn't right. She was one of those floozy bubble-headed mall flirts.
He shoved her from his mind, turning to glare daggers right back at her. She was gone. Wondering
at his sudden disappointment, he pulled on his shirt and headed for the male locker room.
Bubble-headed ditz.

She drove home in something of a haze, her heart skipping a beat whenever her legs remembered
the familiar touch of his fingertips. The jerk. She wondered what his name was, then discarded
that thought quickly. She didn't care. It didn't matter, he was a jerk, and he couldn't even
watch where he was going. Oh well.

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Brenda giggled. Ruperto's head shot up, his seldom-seen smile gracing his lips as he watched her.
She'd been his best friend ever since pre-school. Always there for eachother, pals for life.
She was snuggled against his arm, munching popcorn loudly into his ear as the two of them watched
a comedy in the local cinema. He hadn't been paying much attention to it, what with the giggling
beauty on his arm. He gently brushed her hair from her face, catching her gaze for a few seconds
before the movie elicited another giggle. He sighed to himself. Would he ever find the courage, on
one of these non-dates, to lean down and kiss her? Her lips were the soft kissable kind. The kind
he studied when girls ignored him. Nearly invisible to most because of his nerdiness, he had been
able to catch glimpses at very private moments. He was just Ruperto, that guy who didn't know the
difference between female lips and a dissected frog. Apparently.
He knew what he would do to her lips should he ever get the chance. He sighed again, forcing his
eyes up to the screen, watching it and smiling when Brenda giggled.
Brenda heard his sighs, and almost felt his thoughts. She wondered when he would kiss her. She
saw it in his eyes, he desperately wanted to. She lived in anticipation of it, knowing those
wonderful lips of his would feel like heaven on hers. Snuggling deeper into his arm, she rested her
head against his neck, watching the movie through half-closed eyes. Maybe it was time to take some
action. She'd never kissed a guy before, had never been this close to any guy except Ruperto. He
had always felt safe, even when she thought about kissing him. They were such good friends, they
didn't worry about ruining that with a kiss, a snuggle, anything like that. Even she knew that.
She only wished he would see how much she wanted that kiss he wanted.
Feeling her body wriggling against his, he tilted his head down slightly, his lips brushing her
forehead involuntarily. He felt her shiver, saw her eyes close. He frowned and sat up, curling
his hand around her head so he could look at her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, looking at her with concern. She nodded her head against his hand,
her eyes remaining shut. His eyes widened in sudden understanding, his lips moving toward hers of their
own will. Pausing near her forehead, he whispered against it, "are you sure?"
Feeling her nod again into his hand, her forehead brushing his lips, he moved closer to her, his
other hand moving to her neck. Her eyes opened quickly, staring up into his. She smiled, lifted her chin
ever so slightly, giving her aquiesence silently.
Her eyes lowered as his lips did, a soft sigh escaping her lips as his touched hers, her hands
moving up slowly to nestle into his hair. Her lips responded sweetly against his, parting ever so slightly
as she felt his tongue press questioningly to hers. He got the sudden feeling that this was as new
to her as it was to him, causing his mind to reel sharply, his lips growing more urgent against hers.
He slowed when he heard her gasp, slowly coming from the odd reverie, then adjusted her against him
again, resting her head back against his neck as he removed his lips from hers. His eyes remained closed
as he slowly recovered the aftershocks of the feelings she'd elicited, the wonders of her taste.
He heard his name breathed against his neck, and goosebumps shot down his spine, his gaze flicking to
hers. She smiled up at him, then traced his cheek with soft fingers. No words were necessary. She had
enjoyed it as thoroughly as he had.

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Gushy. That's what she was. He loved it. All this attention, lavished on him. He was still not used
to having this body to contend with. All his life he had been rather short and thin, not much bigger
than a mite. Suddenly over the summer, his body had shot up and out, and not in bad ways. Muscles he
had never dreamed of having were all over his body, and he felt sexy for the first time in his life.
This soft female had been watching him as he had walked around the local mall.
"Darius? THEE Darius?" She asked, still incredulous over his massive change. He nodded again, almost
bashfully, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks. She touched his arm and smiled, causing his head to lift.
"You look really good, Darius," She said honestly. "I thought you were cute back in high school, but
I never said anything because, well, I have something of a reputation."
He nodded. He well knew it. Most of his friends had warned against her. Of course their intentions had
not been first and foremost in his mind, but he still recalled the words they'd said. "A big tease" was one,
and "Fickle as hell" was another. In other words, she didn't put out, and when a guy expected it of her
she lost interest and went on. He'd always understood but he figured she didn't even know he existed.
She smiled almost shyly and looked down at her placemat, her long lashes hiding her beautiful eyes.
"You look really good too, Duchess," he said, causing her to glance up at him. He smiled at her, his
lips parting slightly as he gazed into her eyes. Always so illustrious, almost an enigma. He knew there
was some kind of past haunting her, but he'd never known what. He could almost sense it, and he curled
his big bear-paws of hands around her small, almost fragile, pale hands. She trembled slightly and looked
away. Squeezing her hand reassuringly he waved the waiter over. "C'mon," he said, "Let's order. I can
tell when a lovely young lass is hungry," he said, smiling at her. He loved her plumpness. It was what
made her so soft and dreamy. She had lost a lot of weight since high school, and he planned on helping
her gain every last pound back.
She giggled and lowered her lashes, that now-familiar soft blush creeping over her cheeks. She certainly
was different when she wasn't with all her girlfriends. A lot more shy, a lot less forward. He leaned
forward and gently brushed his thumbs over her blushing cheeks, then straightened as the waiter appeared in
the corner of his eye.
"What would you have, sir?" the waiter said, leaning forward slightly and looking down his steep nose in
the general direction of him.
"A salad," Duchess said quickly, looking at her lap and trying not to blush. Darius shook his head quickly.
"She will have the fettucini alfredo with chicken and broccoli," he said, smiling at her. Her head shot
up, eyes widening as she stared at him. How had he known? A slow smile spread across her lips. "And all the
cheesy bread you've got," he added, drowning in Duchess's eyes as he did so. The waiter nodded and stood
there, still waiting.
"And you, sir?" the waiter said in a nasaly tone.
"The same," he said quickly, his gaze never leaving Duchess's. She was mesmerizing, beautiful. He smiled
and leaned forward again, reverently touching her cheek with the pads of his thumbs. Her eyes fluttered
closed at his touch, and this time she did not blush. He smiled slowly, trailing his thumb across her lips
slowly, wondering at the softness of them.
"Very good, sir," the waiter said, eyeing the two before walking away. He felt Duchess jump at the
waiter's voice, and cursed the man for his prying. He leaned back and smiled at her, admiring her with
his eyes, happy to just be sitting here with her. With the one he'd fallen in love with back in junior high,
when she'd been the homecoming queen, and her beautiful body had been wrapped in soft velvety blues, the
starry crown looking perfect in her illustrious blonde hair. He smiled wider at the memory and clasped his
hands behind his head, watching her still.
She wondered why she didn't feel nervous under his gaze. Any other man, she would have felt jittery,
scared. She felt completely safe with him. She eyed him curiously, wondering why she wasn't scared.
She had little time to wonder as the food was eloquently placed before the two, and she ravenously
dug into the beautiful moresels of noodle and poultry.
They watched eachother, and she got a feeling of Lady and the Tramp, except she felt he wasn't a
very good tramp, he was far too beautiful. She sighed happily, her eyes never leaving the wonderful
chest that she knew could support her weight easily.

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The three girls sat rigidly next to eachother, watching a movie in Sera's room.
"So, nothing happened?" Sera repeated, eyeing Brenda. Brenda had had stars in her eyes ever since
she'd come home Saturday night. It was already Friday of the next week, and the three girls were
trying to think of what to do now that they were free from work for the next week. It was some president's
birthday or something, and in honor of him, the company the girls worked for had given all the employees
the week off.
Brenda nodded quickly, pointing at the tv, "Oh look! Isn't that funny?" She said as she giggled.
Duchess eyed Brenda, then looked over to Sera and raised a brow. Sera nodded imperceptibly and
Duchess smiled that big smile that only she could gather. Sera giggled, then covered her mouth with a hand
and quickly looked to the tv.
"Good, then, you girls are free to go with me to the club. We can go every day this week. There are tons
of cute guys there," Sera said, jumping up and grabbing the pamphlet from her desk. "My parents joined it
a while ago, and I've never quite gotten the courage to go there. I went on Saturday. I told you about that
jerk, right?" She said, handing the pamphlet to Duchess. The other two girls nodded quickly, having heard
it about ten thousand times already.
"Well, what do you say?" she asked. She saw it in their eyes before they rushed out with a million excuses.
Of course they couldn't go. That's what she'd been counting on. They were both too infatuated with certain
subjects of the male species, so she would be free to find her happy, well-adjusted member of society on her
own. She breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.
"Maybe next weekened?" Duchess said, feeling a bit bad for putting her friend off. Sera nodded again,
smiling at her two best friends.
"That would be fine with me," she said, looking at Brenda.
"Same with me," Brenda said, her mouth responding but her brain several thousand miles away.
Duchess and Sera giggled, turning to the tv before Brenda caught them.
"So nothing happened, huh, Duchess?" Sera said, eyeing her friend curiously.
Duchess nodded almost too quickly. "He was a perfect gentleman. He touched my cheek a few times,
and when he dropped me off, he only brushed his lips against my hair. He made me feel like an angel
or something, something to be cherished," Duchess trailed off, that soft sigh Brenda had escaping her lips
as well. Sera nodded quickly, growling to herself. Her two best friends were in love, and she still
remained sadly single.
Well she would change that. Sometime during the course of this coming week, she would find her true love.
She was bound and determined to.