Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ An Afternoon With You ❯ An Afternoon With You ( Chapter 1 )
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By: The Teenage Hybrid 
Marron/Goten one shot Lemon!!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.12.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 3.1K | Status: Completed
Marron/Goten one shot Lemon!!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.12.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 3.1K | Status: Completed
~Disclaimer: I don't own it, and I'm making no profit from it. Sue if you like, you can have my sister. The return address will not be included....
A/N: Thanks to Khandy for the title to this fic, and countless other things you've helped me out with! HugZ n' KisseZ
Enjoy!
*An Afternoon With You*
"Can we go home now Marron?" Goten whined, "We've been in the mall for hours. I'm hungry," he pouted, arms filled with brightly colored shopping bags.
"Goten, there's never a time when your not hungry," Marron stated with an exasperated sigh, flipping through a rack of clothing and ignoring her boyfriend. Though the half-saiyajin would hear nothing of her ignorance.
He released a low, animalistic growl, narrowing his eyes at his blonde girlfriend's back. At this, Marron sighed and turned to face him, eyebrows shooting up in a look of surprise. He really wasn't going to stand for this much longer. It was seldom Goten became cranky. Only when he was exceptionally hungry and uncomfortable.
She rolled her eyes with a sigh. "Fine," her hands went up in defeat, "I suppose I have enough clothes for now," she frowned, eyeing her purchases in thought.
"Marron," Goten began, "There's enough stuff in these bags to clothe a small country," he exaggerated, causing Marron to glare at him; a look worthy of her mother.
"You'll never understand a woman's need for clothes, will you Goten?" She questioned, though she wasn't expecting an answer.
The young demi-saiyajin smirked playfully, "No, if I had things my way you'd be walking around naked," he wagged his eyebrows suggestively. Marron merely rolled her eyes.
"You'd think you'd want me wearing as much as possible whenever I went out," Marron pondered, walking past Goten and leading the way towards the store exit.
"Any hentai that looks at you better enjoy it, because it'll be the last thing he ever sees," Goten said possessively, his voice following her as she walked briskly, upset that her shopping time had been cut short.
She hadn't made it very far when a strong hand grasped her hip, jerking her backward into his hard chest. "Save your attitude for the bedroom sweetheart, you know how that turns me on," Goten whispered huskily, one hand sweeping the hair away from her neck where he gently brushed his lips.
Marron couldn't help but relax against him, resisting the urge to reach back and fist her fingers in his wild mane of hair. She smiled at the thought. She had lost count of the times she had told Goten Son to cut his damn hair. The uncontrollable tresses reached his neck, where an elastic band held them in place in a small pony tail. It was kept short in the front, only when she forced him to sit still so she could cut it away from his eyes. Though she constantly scolded him about the length of his hair, she thought he looked gorgeous, though she'd never admit it to him.
Marron jerked away from him suddenly, realizing where they were. She blushed, glancing around to see no one was around. Goten's chuckle brought her gaze back to him.
"You'll never out grow that fear of public affection, will you Mar-Chan?" He questioned, making to pick her bags up from where he had placed them in order to pay her some attention.
"I don't consider flat out groping to be something that should be done publicly," Marron said stiffly, taking a few bags from their position on the floor.
"I wasn't groping," Goten corrected, his personality doing a complete 180 from sex God to innocent demi-saiyajin. "It was just a hug." The shaggy haired half saiyajin shrugged, flashing her a small smile followed by a wink as he walked past her, arms filled with her bags.
Marron scowled after him. She had been dating the man for four years of her life, but she couldn't seem to figure out how he could be so innocent one moment, and then completely saiyajin-like the next. She tightened her hold on the bags she had and jogged after her boyfriend, catching up to him in a few moments.
Goten glanced down at Marron as she caught up to him, shoulder length hair giving a small sway as she slowed her pace to a brisk walk to keep up with his long strides. He smiled and returned his gaze ahead of him again. As much as Marron could be a true blonde at times, she was also the most caring and loving woman he had ever dated. Then again, he hadn't dated many.
Marron's personality shifted as much as his own did. They had a cuddling side to their relationship, and then there was the hotter, wilder side of it. He loved having both sides of the coin, if you will. On a whole note, he loved Marron, which was all that was important, no matter how hot their sex could get.
"What're you thinking about?"
Came the annoyed, slightly bemused question from Marron. He raised his eyebrows under his lengthy hair, huffing them out of his eyes before he spoke to her.
"Nothing," he stated simply with a small shrug as they reached the exit of the store. He turned and pushed the door open with his back, holding it so Marron could exit. She did so, but stopped in front of him to look him over, lower lip turned down in a sort of pout. She shifted her bags to one hand and reached up to tug his unruly bangs.
"Your hair needs cutting again," she said. It wasn't a question, it was more of a demand. He frowned down at her.
"My hair's fine," he retorted defensively, giving another small huff of air to blow the dark locks aside.
She gave him a pointed look, tucking a lock of her own hair behind her ear.
"Don't be so difficult Goten," She scolded, sounding far too much like his mother.
"Don't be so difficult Goten!" He mocked, his voice scratchy and very badly imitated. Marron wanted to slap him, but she couldn't stop the fit of giggles that overcame her.
"What the hell was that? A crow on drugs?" She giggled as she finally stepped out of the doorway and onto the sidewalk facing the mall parking lot. Goten frowned at her, shifting his weight away from the door. She was still giggling as he caught up with her.
"It wasn't that funny," he said half-heartedly. He had intended to insult her, but it hadn't worked out. She looked at him, eyes glistening playfully.
"That was possibly the worst imitation of me you've ever come up with," she laughed, glancing around for their air car, swerving in the direction of it when she spotted it.
"Worse than you singing in the shower?" He asked, wagging his eyebrows as she shot a glare at him over her shoulder, but said nothing for a moment.
"You weren't suppose to be in there anyway," she mumbled to herself as she reached the air car, removing her keys from her pocket to unlock it.
"Well you didn't seem to mind my intrusion, you were only startled for a moment," he grinned, crossing to the driver's side of the vehicle as Marron unlocked the doors and placed her purchases in the back seat, all the while glowering at her boyfriend.
"Only because you all but attacked me!" She protested, face red in embarrassment, even though no one else was around.
"You never stopped me," he shrugged, grinning over the roof of the air car before opening his door and getting in.
Marron opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it. Goten wouldn't let her talk her way out of this one. After all, he wasn't wrong.
*****
Marron gave the spaghetti sauce another stir as before turning down the temperature of the burner. She stepped away from the stove with a sigh, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear that had fallen loose of her high pony tail. She took a seat at the kitchen table, fingering through a magazine as the sauce simmered.
Goten had insisted that she cook what he had wanted for dinner since Marron had forced him to spend all morning in the mall. Even though she had promised him she'd "make it up to him" that night. He had simply replied with, "I know," followed by a wide grin, "But I plan to have my fun, so make me dinner and we'll call it even."
He had left her in the kitchen with a wink, settling down in the living room of their apartment to watch a bit of television. Marron felt her stomach lurch a bit at the thought of what exactly Goten was planning on doing. She knew it wouldn't be anything to exotic, but there was no doubt in her mind that he was going to tease the hell out of her for forcing him to join her shopping.
Marron wanted to slap herself when she realized her stomach was churning at the though of a hot passionate night with her lover. She had been dating the demi-saiyajin for four, almost five years now, and they had been sleeping together for an upwards of three out of the five. Their relationship had slowly drifted from friendship to something more, something neither of them could ignore. Marron had spent about eight months dating another of her childhood friends: Trunks Briefs. However, the two had realized their feelings for each other went nothing beyond "the love of brother and sister". Trunks had admitted to her his feelings for Pan Son, Goten's niece, and it wasn't long before Marron had confided in Trunks her feelings for Pan's uncle.
The two had hooked up and were exceptionally happy, so much that they had talked about and had slept together within the first year of their romantic relationship. It was just like the next step in their relationship, like crawling to walking. They had moved into their own apartment, thanks mostly in part to ChiChi's persuasion. As soon as the two announced they were moving in together, ChiChi was already off knitting little booties for her non-existent grandchildren.
The loud gurgle of the spaghetti sauce brought Marron back to reality and she released the page of the magazine she had unconsciously been holding between her fingers. She literally leapt at the stove, turning the burner off. The last she wanted was to be scrubbing hardened tomato sauce off the stove the next morning.
She gave the sauce another swift stirring and decided it was time to put on the noodles. She reached toward the cupboards situated above the stove, but stopped abruptly as she felt two strong arms slide around her exposed midriff where her shirt had risen from her stretch to the cupboard.
Marron sighed, realizing Goten's tight grip on her middle wasn't allowing her to reach what she wanted, so she relented and sank back into his embrace.
"I thought you were hungry?" She asked on an exhale, picking up her wooden spoon and once again stirring the simmering sauce.
"Hungry for you," he purred in her ear, squeezing her tightly, "You should need a license to cook in those jeans."
Marron giggled, "Well I put them on in hopes of coaxing you in here to give me a hand, but it looks as if that failed miserably." She continued stirring the sauce, seemingly ignoring his kisses and nips against her neck.
"Well you got me in here," he said against her neck, the vibration of his lips against her skin sent ticklish waves of pleasure to her brain.
"But for all the wrong reasons," she said through a laugh. She was once again playing the adult as Goten played his little game of "I'm the horny boyfriend, sex me now!"
"The food's not gonna go to waste Mar-Chan," Goten assured, releasing her waist, but pinning her body between the stove and his chest as he slid the pot of sauce away from the still warm burner.
Marron snorted, "No kidding."
He poked her side at that remark, causing Marron to jump a little at the ticklish gesture.
"You can be my appetizer," he purred, sliding his hands around her middle again as he changed from innocent boyfriend to sexy love God once again.
"I didn't think there was anything a saiyajin thought more about than his stomach," Marron began, as Goten moved his kisses to her face, "But as with every other man, sex is always at the front of your mind."
Her giggles were cut short as Goten closed his mouth over her own, obviously in no mood to play around. He wanted her, his arousal apparent against her hip as he pressed her against the stove.
"Hot," she choked out, releasing his lips.
"Mmm, yes you are," he murmured against her neck, his hands sliding with pressure over her breasts down to the button on her jeans.
"No Goten, the stove," she corrected him, unconsciously pushing her body into him in an attempt to get the heated burner away from her back.
He stepped back, quickly jerking Marron away from the stove and to his chest.
"You all right?" He asked, looking down at her, eyes filled with concern. His hand splayed on the warm spot of her lower back where the stove had heated it.
"Yeah, fine," she replied breathlessly, glad she hadn't burned herself, though it had been close.
"Good," he replied, crushing his mouth to her own again, his concern for Marron replaced by pure desire. This time her bottom hit the edge of the kitchen table, where Goten swiftly lifted her onto the edge, fingers starting on the buttons of her blouse.
He sucked gently on her full bottom lip, giving it a small tug as he brought his warm lips to her neck, trailing downward to follow his fingers as he unbuttoned her blouse. Marron watched him work, hand resting gently in his wild hair as she tried to calm the heat between her legs. However, the heat only increased when Goten undid the last button to her blouse and it slackened against her shoulder. He brought himself to face her again, smirking like the Devil himself as he slid the blouse from her shoulders with a small caress.
"What're you smirking about?" She questioned, looking at him sideways. He gave a small chuckle, making himself comfortable between her legs and pulling her against him so she was barely supported by the table.
"Just about how scrumptious you'd look sitting on this table naked, while I'm fucking you blind," he gave a small growl against her lips as he pressed against her again. The sexy tone of his his voice made Marron want to swoon, but she resisted, narrowing her eyes at him instead.
"You've been talking to Trunks lately, haven't you?" She asked knowingly. Marron knew Trunks and Pan had a more exotic relationship than she and Goten. She knew from Pan that the couple had had sex anywhere from a kitchen table to the beach, and even a bathroom stall Pan had recalled on one of the girls' recent trips to the mall. Marron didn't care for that sort of erotica, and she knew Goten loved to have her spread beneath him on a bed as opposed to a kitchen table.
The demi-saiyajin shrugged, kissing her again with the same fevered passion as moments before, "We eat here though," he said matter-of-factly against her lips, "And I prefer you moaning on a bed as opposed to a table."
She giggled as she felt Goten shift slightly and he pulled away from her, fingers pressed to his forehead. Her laughing was cut short as she dropped to their bed with a strangled cry of surprise. Marron was no longer laughing, but glaring at her boyfriend for the sudden change of location.
"We couldn't have walked?" She asked, waving her arms around as a way of indicating the small size of their apartment. Goten was ignoring her stern look however, removing his shirt as she spoke, before hopping onto the bed to straddle her hips.
"Take to long," he muttered, kissing her again. Marron once again gave into him, returning his feverish kiss with equal strength as her hands locked into his hair, pulling him down on top of her. The minimal annoyance she had felt towards him vanished completely as his hands gave her sides a squeeze and his mouth continued to terrorize her own.
He suddenly released her lips, pulling away from her to straddle her hips once again. The fiery look in his eyes made Marron's already rapid heart beat increase to the point she though it would explode. He was staring her down, jaw set as his eyes dropped from her own, sliding down her body.
Marron narrowed her eyes at him, pushing herself up to rest on her elbows. She was about to speak when Goten placed a finger on her lips, applying pressure as a hint to lay back. He was smirking deeply as she watched him now, and she obeyed, laying flat on her back, eyes locked on the ceiling.
Goten slowly dropped his fingers from her lips, trailing over her chin to her throat, where she arched at his touch. He couldn't help but to smirk, enjoying the dominion she allowed him over her body. It was seldom she didn't allow him control, knowing she enjoyed his dominance over her as much as he did.
He slid his fingers across her collarbone, his touches already causing Marron to writhe beneath him, eyes closed and mouth slightly open as she hummed her pleasure. Goten kept his eyes on his fingers, trailing them between her breasts to where her bra hooked in the front. He quickly undid the clasp, sliding the cups of the bra away from her breasts, but not bothering to lift her body to dispose of it; he was to preoccupied.
He dropped his face to her chest, running his tongue over the swell of her right breast as she squirmed again, desperate but muffled cries escaping her lips. His fingers found her left breast as his mouth closed over her right, his teeth pulling and pinching the nipple to attention.
He wanted to smile at the desperate cry that escaped her lips. He could hear her breathing begin to go ragged as she arched her chest to his lips and fingers. He repeated the action with his teeth, pinching harder this time and eliciting a desperate cry, followed by her hands in his hair, holding his mouth in place.
Sometimes Goten wondered if teasing her breasts was enough to bring his blonde bombshell to an orgasm. He had never succeeded in doing so, but the height of pleasure she received from it made his body ache for her. She moaned again, panting now as her hips began to push upward into his own.
His teeth pulled at her nipple as a response to her gyrating hips. Her strangled cry of pleasure caused Goten to pull away from her breasts, ignoring her hands which were clenching at his hair. She was panting heavily, eyes closed and hair splayed out around her like a golden pillow. The afternoon sun glistened off her pleasure stricken face as she forced her eyes open, her hands sliding from his hair, across his shoulders and down his chest to rest at the buckle of his best, inches above his throbbing shaft.
"Please Goten," she whispered as he watched her lips beg for his touch. He turned her to mush, she knew it and he knew it. He leaned forward, trying to ignore the fact that her hands had slid over his belt to the tent in his jeans.
"Your incredibly sexy when you beg, you know that Mar-Chan?" Goten whispered in her ear, voice low and sultry and causing the fire between her legs to up in intensity.
Her eyes opened to meet his own, holding a raging fire he could feel burning into his soul. "Don't play innocent Goten, your as hot for me as I am for you," she said, pressing her hand against the bulge in his pants for affirmation. Goten hissed at her, jerking her hand away from his crotch.
Marron smirked up at him as his eyes burned into her own. He loved how she became so brazen when he got her worked up. There wouldn't be anything slow during this joining, and he told her that with a rough kiss, tearing her bra from underneath her and tossing it aside.
Marron welcomed his roughness, locking her hands in his thick hair and tasting his whole mouth with her tongue. It had been several weeks since they had been this rough with each other, and since their sex rarely became so animalistic it made it all the more arousing.
Goten slid his hand to her hips, quickly undoing her jeans in a frenzy. Her sexy voice and cries of pleasure had once again sent his mind into thoughts of her tight sheath enveloping him as he drove into her mercilessly. She had always done that to him, he needed her like he needed the air he breathed.
He pulled away from her lips to slide her jeans off, hooking his fingers in her panties and removing them as well. He carelessly tossed them to the floor, and knelt beside her as he raked his eyes over her gloriously naked body.
Marron watched him, the heat between her legs pounding with want for the man she could never get enough of. She sat up quickly, bringing his gaze from her lap to meet her own gaze. She slid her hand into his lap, leaning in to kiss him as her hand was greeted by the throbbing bulge in his pants. She could feel the wetness between her legs increase as her free hand skillfully undid his belt and jeans, not bothering to remove them as she freed his erection, grasping it in both her hands.
Goten couldn't suppress a moan as he felt her small hands close around his engorged shaft. One hand traced the head of his erection, catching the small bead of moisture that beaded on the tip and sliding it down his length. He groaned his appreciation, leaning back on his hands as she slowly began to stroke him, squeezing him at regular intervals.
Marron grinned down at the expression of pleasure on Goten's face, lavishing in the triumph of turning the tables so she was in control for a moment, hand sliding along his throbbing shaft as he grunted and moaned in appreciation. She stopped stroking him, but kept her grip as she slid into his lap, spreading her legs to straddle him.
She placed her free hand around his neck for stability, guiding his burning erection to her opening. She gasped as the head of his erection entered her slick sheath with little trouble. He was pulsing inside of her, and she knew he had little control left, his breathing ragged against her lips. Marron slowly slid him into her, relishing in the feel of her body stretching to accommodate his mass, just like it did every other time.
She pressed her hips to his own with a sigh, flexing her inner muscles around him. That seemed to be the breaking point for Goten, as he seemed to snap from his trance and grasped Marron by her backside. He pulled out of her and pushed her back onto the bed with a surprised yelp on her behalf.
"You shouldn't have stopped Mar-Chan," Goten whispered as he discarded his jeans and boxers with a smile before spreading her legs further with his knee and positioning himself between them, "You know how impatient I get." He grinned down at her, before he took on a rather thoughtful, but playful look.
"Now how should I take you?" He wondered out loud, eyes raking over her body once again. Marron smirked back, bending one knee as she raised her eyebrows in questioning.
Goten smiled, sliding a hand over her bent leg to the underside of her knee. He pushed her leg up to rest on his shoulder, positioning himself for penetration as her other leg spread as wide as her muscles would allow. He sheathed himself inside of her with one quick thrust, causing Marron to moan out in pleasure and close her eyes.
"We haven't done this one in a while," Goten observed, pulling out and thrusting into her again, this time causing both of them to groan their pleasure. All Marron could do was nod as they both fell silent save for their grunts and moans.
Goten quickly picked up his rhythm, realizing just how wet Marron was, and by the way she was holding him like a vice, it was obvious her orgasm wasn't far off. He rocked against her, plunging into her harder, as each thrust brought him deeper and closer to the edge. She met him thrust for thrust, the small cries that retched themselves from her throat were desperate, and her hands were clutching the duvet for some sort of release.
"Nnn, Goten..." Marron muttered, as her body convulsed around him, and she shuddered, fisting the bed sheets as she drove her hips forward, her orgasm tearing through her body like wildfire.
Goten gritted his teeth, quickening his thrusts to a sickly pace as he rode the waves of her orgasm. She continued to greet his thrusts as she fell from her peak, his growls telling her his release wasn't far off. With one final thrust he spilled into her, her leg sliding from his shoulder as he leaned forward to lay on top of her, panting heavily as she milked him for all he was worth.
The lay in silence for a few moments, Marron running her hands through Goten's hair as he nuzzled her neck, waiting for their breathing to return to them.
"I'll have to tell Trunks about this one," Goten muttered against her throat. Marron chuckled, twirling a long strand of his hair around her finger.
"You know this doesn't compare to the wild sex life Trunks leads with your niece," Marron said knowingly.
He grunted at that comment, grinding his hips into her own, "Can you not mention my family members and their sex lives, please?" He asked.
"You started it," Marron scoffed, tugging gently at his hair. Goten shifted so he could look at her, smiling in that innocent way he always did after they had had sex.
"I love you," he murmured, kissing her chin.
"I love you too," she replied with a smile, feeling her heart flutter.
"This whole day was great," Goten sighed in contentment against her neck, "We'll have to do it again tomorrow."
Marron chuckled, as she watched her fingers twirling in his hair, "Tomorrow's Sunday Goten-Kun, the mall isn't open."
He looked at her for a moment before smirking at her playfully.
"We'll see about that."
A/N: Mm, my first fic about my second favorite couple. I noticed there aren't many fics on this couple floating around on ff.net, but that won't stop me from loving them! Yay, Marron has been redeemed! *Waves flaG* I hate the girl with Trunks, but I think she's absolutely spiffy with Goten!!
A/N: Thanks to Khandy for the title to this fic, and countless other things you've helped me out with! HugZ n' KisseZ
Enjoy!
*An Afternoon With You*
"Can we go home now Marron?" Goten whined, "We've been in the mall for hours. I'm hungry," he pouted, arms filled with brightly colored shopping bags.
"Goten, there's never a time when your not hungry," Marron stated with an exasperated sigh, flipping through a rack of clothing and ignoring her boyfriend. Though the half-saiyajin would hear nothing of her ignorance.
He released a low, animalistic growl, narrowing his eyes at his blonde girlfriend's back. At this, Marron sighed and turned to face him, eyebrows shooting up in a look of surprise. He really wasn't going to stand for this much longer. It was seldom Goten became cranky. Only when he was exceptionally hungry and uncomfortable.
She rolled her eyes with a sigh. "Fine," her hands went up in defeat, "I suppose I have enough clothes for now," she frowned, eyeing her purchases in thought.
"Marron," Goten began, "There's enough stuff in these bags to clothe a small country," he exaggerated, causing Marron to glare at him; a look worthy of her mother.
"You'll never understand a woman's need for clothes, will you Goten?" She questioned, though she wasn't expecting an answer.
The young demi-saiyajin smirked playfully, "No, if I had things my way you'd be walking around naked," he wagged his eyebrows suggestively. Marron merely rolled her eyes.
"You'd think you'd want me wearing as much as possible whenever I went out," Marron pondered, walking past Goten and leading the way towards the store exit.
"Any hentai that looks at you better enjoy it, because it'll be the last thing he ever sees," Goten said possessively, his voice following her as she walked briskly, upset that her shopping time had been cut short.
She hadn't made it very far when a strong hand grasped her hip, jerking her backward into his hard chest. "Save your attitude for the bedroom sweetheart, you know how that turns me on," Goten whispered huskily, one hand sweeping the hair away from her neck where he gently brushed his lips.
Marron couldn't help but relax against him, resisting the urge to reach back and fist her fingers in his wild mane of hair. She smiled at the thought. She had lost count of the times she had told Goten Son to cut his damn hair. The uncontrollable tresses reached his neck, where an elastic band held them in place in a small pony tail. It was kept short in the front, only when she forced him to sit still so she could cut it away from his eyes. Though she constantly scolded him about the length of his hair, she thought he looked gorgeous, though she'd never admit it to him.
Marron jerked away from him suddenly, realizing where they were. She blushed, glancing around to see no one was around. Goten's chuckle brought her gaze back to him.
"You'll never out grow that fear of public affection, will you Mar-Chan?" He questioned, making to pick her bags up from where he had placed them in order to pay her some attention.
"I don't consider flat out groping to be something that should be done publicly," Marron said stiffly, taking a few bags from their position on the floor.
"I wasn't groping," Goten corrected, his personality doing a complete 180 from sex God to innocent demi-saiyajin. "It was just a hug." The shaggy haired half saiyajin shrugged, flashing her a small smile followed by a wink as he walked past her, arms filled with her bags.
Marron scowled after him. She had been dating the man for four years of her life, but she couldn't seem to figure out how he could be so innocent one moment, and then completely saiyajin-like the next. She tightened her hold on the bags she had and jogged after her boyfriend, catching up to him in a few moments.
Goten glanced down at Marron as she caught up to him, shoulder length hair giving a small sway as she slowed her pace to a brisk walk to keep up with his long strides. He smiled and returned his gaze ahead of him again. As much as Marron could be a true blonde at times, she was also the most caring and loving woman he had ever dated. Then again, he hadn't dated many.
Marron's personality shifted as much as his own did. They had a cuddling side to their relationship, and then there was the hotter, wilder side of it. He loved having both sides of the coin, if you will. On a whole note, he loved Marron, which was all that was important, no matter how hot their sex could get.
"What're you thinking about?"
Came the annoyed, slightly bemused question from Marron. He raised his eyebrows under his lengthy hair, huffing them out of his eyes before he spoke to her.
"Nothing," he stated simply with a small shrug as they reached the exit of the store. He turned and pushed the door open with his back, holding it so Marron could exit. She did so, but stopped in front of him to look him over, lower lip turned down in a sort of pout. She shifted her bags to one hand and reached up to tug his unruly bangs.
"Your hair needs cutting again," she said. It wasn't a question, it was more of a demand. He frowned down at her.
"My hair's fine," he retorted defensively, giving another small huff of air to blow the dark locks aside.
She gave him a pointed look, tucking a lock of her own hair behind her ear.
"Don't be so difficult Goten," She scolded, sounding far too much like his mother.
"Don't be so difficult Goten!" He mocked, his voice scratchy and very badly imitated. Marron wanted to slap him, but she couldn't stop the fit of giggles that overcame her.
"What the hell was that? A crow on drugs?" She giggled as she finally stepped out of the doorway and onto the sidewalk facing the mall parking lot. Goten frowned at her, shifting his weight away from the door. She was still giggling as he caught up with her.
"It wasn't that funny," he said half-heartedly. He had intended to insult her, but it hadn't worked out. She looked at him, eyes glistening playfully.
"That was possibly the worst imitation of me you've ever come up with," she laughed, glancing around for their air car, swerving in the direction of it when she spotted it.
"Worse than you singing in the shower?" He asked, wagging his eyebrows as she shot a glare at him over her shoulder, but said nothing for a moment.
"You weren't suppose to be in there anyway," she mumbled to herself as she reached the air car, removing her keys from her pocket to unlock it.
"Well you didn't seem to mind my intrusion, you were only startled for a moment," he grinned, crossing to the driver's side of the vehicle as Marron unlocked the doors and placed her purchases in the back seat, all the while glowering at her boyfriend.
"Only because you all but attacked me!" She protested, face red in embarrassment, even though no one else was around.
"You never stopped me," he shrugged, grinning over the roof of the air car before opening his door and getting in.
Marron opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it. Goten wouldn't let her talk her way out of this one. After all, he wasn't wrong.
*****
Marron gave the spaghetti sauce another stir as before turning down the temperature of the burner. She stepped away from the stove with a sigh, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear that had fallen loose of her high pony tail. She took a seat at the kitchen table, fingering through a magazine as the sauce simmered.
Goten had insisted that she cook what he had wanted for dinner since Marron had forced him to spend all morning in the mall. Even though she had promised him she'd "make it up to him" that night. He had simply replied with, "I know," followed by a wide grin, "But I plan to have my fun, so make me dinner and we'll call it even."
He had left her in the kitchen with a wink, settling down in the living room of their apartment to watch a bit of television. Marron felt her stomach lurch a bit at the thought of what exactly Goten was planning on doing. She knew it wouldn't be anything to exotic, but there was no doubt in her mind that he was going to tease the hell out of her for forcing him to join her shopping.
Marron wanted to slap herself when she realized her stomach was churning at the though of a hot passionate night with her lover. She had been dating the demi-saiyajin for four, almost five years now, and they had been sleeping together for an upwards of three out of the five. Their relationship had slowly drifted from friendship to something more, something neither of them could ignore. Marron had spent about eight months dating another of her childhood friends: Trunks Briefs. However, the two had realized their feelings for each other went nothing beyond "the love of brother and sister". Trunks had admitted to her his feelings for Pan Son, Goten's niece, and it wasn't long before Marron had confided in Trunks her feelings for Pan's uncle.
The two had hooked up and were exceptionally happy, so much that they had talked about and had slept together within the first year of their romantic relationship. It was just like the next step in their relationship, like crawling to walking. They had moved into their own apartment, thanks mostly in part to ChiChi's persuasion. As soon as the two announced they were moving in together, ChiChi was already off knitting little booties for her non-existent grandchildren.
The loud gurgle of the spaghetti sauce brought Marron back to reality and she released the page of the magazine she had unconsciously been holding between her fingers. She literally leapt at the stove, turning the burner off. The last she wanted was to be scrubbing hardened tomato sauce off the stove the next morning.
She gave the sauce another swift stirring and decided it was time to put on the noodles. She reached toward the cupboards situated above the stove, but stopped abruptly as she felt two strong arms slide around her exposed midriff where her shirt had risen from her stretch to the cupboard.
Marron sighed, realizing Goten's tight grip on her middle wasn't allowing her to reach what she wanted, so she relented and sank back into his embrace.
"I thought you were hungry?" She asked on an exhale, picking up her wooden spoon and once again stirring the simmering sauce.
"Hungry for you," he purred in her ear, squeezing her tightly, "You should need a license to cook in those jeans."
Marron giggled, "Well I put them on in hopes of coaxing you in here to give me a hand, but it looks as if that failed miserably." She continued stirring the sauce, seemingly ignoring his kisses and nips against her neck.
"Well you got me in here," he said against her neck, the vibration of his lips against her skin sent ticklish waves of pleasure to her brain.
"But for all the wrong reasons," she said through a laugh. She was once again playing the adult as Goten played his little game of "I'm the horny boyfriend, sex me now!"
"The food's not gonna go to waste Mar-Chan," Goten assured, releasing her waist, but pinning her body between the stove and his chest as he slid the pot of sauce away from the still warm burner.
Marron snorted, "No kidding."
He poked her side at that remark, causing Marron to jump a little at the ticklish gesture.
"You can be my appetizer," he purred, sliding his hands around her middle again as he changed from innocent boyfriend to sexy love God once again.
"I didn't think there was anything a saiyajin thought more about than his stomach," Marron began, as Goten moved his kisses to her face, "But as with every other man, sex is always at the front of your mind."
Her giggles were cut short as Goten closed his mouth over her own, obviously in no mood to play around. He wanted her, his arousal apparent against her hip as he pressed her against the stove.
"Hot," she choked out, releasing his lips.
"Mmm, yes you are," he murmured against her neck, his hands sliding with pressure over her breasts down to the button on her jeans.
"No Goten, the stove," she corrected him, unconsciously pushing her body into him in an attempt to get the heated burner away from her back.
He stepped back, quickly jerking Marron away from the stove and to his chest.
"You all right?" He asked, looking down at her, eyes filled with concern. His hand splayed on the warm spot of her lower back where the stove had heated it.
"Yeah, fine," she replied breathlessly, glad she hadn't burned herself, though it had been close.
"Good," he replied, crushing his mouth to her own again, his concern for Marron replaced by pure desire. This time her bottom hit the edge of the kitchen table, where Goten swiftly lifted her onto the edge, fingers starting on the buttons of her blouse.
He sucked gently on her full bottom lip, giving it a small tug as he brought his warm lips to her neck, trailing downward to follow his fingers as he unbuttoned her blouse. Marron watched him work, hand resting gently in his wild hair as she tried to calm the heat between her legs. However, the heat only increased when Goten undid the last button to her blouse and it slackened against her shoulder. He brought himself to face her again, smirking like the Devil himself as he slid the blouse from her shoulders with a small caress.
"What're you smirking about?" She questioned, looking at him sideways. He gave a small chuckle, making himself comfortable between her legs and pulling her against him so she was barely supported by the table.
"Just about how scrumptious you'd look sitting on this table naked, while I'm fucking you blind," he gave a small growl against her lips as he pressed against her again. The sexy tone of his his voice made Marron want to swoon, but she resisted, narrowing her eyes at him instead.
"You've been talking to Trunks lately, haven't you?" She asked knowingly. Marron knew Trunks and Pan had a more exotic relationship than she and Goten. She knew from Pan that the couple had had sex anywhere from a kitchen table to the beach, and even a bathroom stall Pan had recalled on one of the girls' recent trips to the mall. Marron didn't care for that sort of erotica, and she knew Goten loved to have her spread beneath him on a bed as opposed to a kitchen table.
The demi-saiyajin shrugged, kissing her again with the same fevered passion as moments before, "We eat here though," he said matter-of-factly against her lips, "And I prefer you moaning on a bed as opposed to a table."
She giggled as she felt Goten shift slightly and he pulled away from her, fingers pressed to his forehead. Her laughing was cut short as she dropped to their bed with a strangled cry of surprise. Marron was no longer laughing, but glaring at her boyfriend for the sudden change of location.
"We couldn't have walked?" She asked, waving her arms around as a way of indicating the small size of their apartment. Goten was ignoring her stern look however, removing his shirt as she spoke, before hopping onto the bed to straddle her hips.
"Take to long," he muttered, kissing her again. Marron once again gave into him, returning his feverish kiss with equal strength as her hands locked into his hair, pulling him down on top of her. The minimal annoyance she had felt towards him vanished completely as his hands gave her sides a squeeze and his mouth continued to terrorize her own.
He suddenly released her lips, pulling away from her to straddle her hips once again. The fiery look in his eyes made Marron's already rapid heart beat increase to the point she though it would explode. He was staring her down, jaw set as his eyes dropped from her own, sliding down her body.
Marron narrowed her eyes at him, pushing herself up to rest on her elbows. She was about to speak when Goten placed a finger on her lips, applying pressure as a hint to lay back. He was smirking deeply as she watched him now, and she obeyed, laying flat on her back, eyes locked on the ceiling.
Goten slowly dropped his fingers from her lips, trailing over her chin to her throat, where she arched at his touch. He couldn't help but to smirk, enjoying the dominion she allowed him over her body. It was seldom she didn't allow him control, knowing she enjoyed his dominance over her as much as he did.
He slid his fingers across her collarbone, his touches already causing Marron to writhe beneath him, eyes closed and mouth slightly open as she hummed her pleasure. Goten kept his eyes on his fingers, trailing them between her breasts to where her bra hooked in the front. He quickly undid the clasp, sliding the cups of the bra away from her breasts, but not bothering to lift her body to dispose of it; he was to preoccupied.
He dropped his face to her chest, running his tongue over the swell of her right breast as she squirmed again, desperate but muffled cries escaping her lips. His fingers found her left breast as his mouth closed over her right, his teeth pulling and pinching the nipple to attention.
He wanted to smile at the desperate cry that escaped her lips. He could hear her breathing begin to go ragged as she arched her chest to his lips and fingers. He repeated the action with his teeth, pinching harder this time and eliciting a desperate cry, followed by her hands in his hair, holding his mouth in place.
Sometimes Goten wondered if teasing her breasts was enough to bring his blonde bombshell to an orgasm. He had never succeeded in doing so, but the height of pleasure she received from it made his body ache for her. She moaned again, panting now as her hips began to push upward into his own.
His teeth pulled at her nipple as a response to her gyrating hips. Her strangled cry of pleasure caused Goten to pull away from her breasts, ignoring her hands which were clenching at his hair. She was panting heavily, eyes closed and hair splayed out around her like a golden pillow. The afternoon sun glistened off her pleasure stricken face as she forced her eyes open, her hands sliding from his hair, across his shoulders and down his chest to rest at the buckle of his best, inches above his throbbing shaft.
"Please Goten," she whispered as he watched her lips beg for his touch. He turned her to mush, she knew it and he knew it. He leaned forward, trying to ignore the fact that her hands had slid over his belt to the tent in his jeans.
"Your incredibly sexy when you beg, you know that Mar-Chan?" Goten whispered in her ear, voice low and sultry and causing the fire between her legs to up in intensity.
Her eyes opened to meet his own, holding a raging fire he could feel burning into his soul. "Don't play innocent Goten, your as hot for me as I am for you," she said, pressing her hand against the bulge in his pants for affirmation. Goten hissed at her, jerking her hand away from his crotch.
Marron smirked up at him as his eyes burned into her own. He loved how she became so brazen when he got her worked up. There wouldn't be anything slow during this joining, and he told her that with a rough kiss, tearing her bra from underneath her and tossing it aside.
Marron welcomed his roughness, locking her hands in his thick hair and tasting his whole mouth with her tongue. It had been several weeks since they had been this rough with each other, and since their sex rarely became so animalistic it made it all the more arousing.
Goten slid his hand to her hips, quickly undoing her jeans in a frenzy. Her sexy voice and cries of pleasure had once again sent his mind into thoughts of her tight sheath enveloping him as he drove into her mercilessly. She had always done that to him, he needed her like he needed the air he breathed.
He pulled away from her lips to slide her jeans off, hooking his fingers in her panties and removing them as well. He carelessly tossed them to the floor, and knelt beside her as he raked his eyes over her gloriously naked body.
Marron watched him, the heat between her legs pounding with want for the man she could never get enough of. She sat up quickly, bringing his gaze from her lap to meet her own gaze. She slid her hand into his lap, leaning in to kiss him as her hand was greeted by the throbbing bulge in his pants. She could feel the wetness between her legs increase as her free hand skillfully undid his belt and jeans, not bothering to remove them as she freed his erection, grasping it in both her hands.
Goten couldn't suppress a moan as he felt her small hands close around his engorged shaft. One hand traced the head of his erection, catching the small bead of moisture that beaded on the tip and sliding it down his length. He groaned his appreciation, leaning back on his hands as she slowly began to stroke him, squeezing him at regular intervals.
Marron grinned down at the expression of pleasure on Goten's face, lavishing in the triumph of turning the tables so she was in control for a moment, hand sliding along his throbbing shaft as he grunted and moaned in appreciation. She stopped stroking him, but kept her grip as she slid into his lap, spreading her legs to straddle him.
She placed her free hand around his neck for stability, guiding his burning erection to her opening. She gasped as the head of his erection entered her slick sheath with little trouble. He was pulsing inside of her, and she knew he had little control left, his breathing ragged against her lips. Marron slowly slid him into her, relishing in the feel of her body stretching to accommodate his mass, just like it did every other time.
She pressed her hips to his own with a sigh, flexing her inner muscles around him. That seemed to be the breaking point for Goten, as he seemed to snap from his trance and grasped Marron by her backside. He pulled out of her and pushed her back onto the bed with a surprised yelp on her behalf.
"You shouldn't have stopped Mar-Chan," Goten whispered as he discarded his jeans and boxers with a smile before spreading her legs further with his knee and positioning himself between them, "You know how impatient I get." He grinned down at her, before he took on a rather thoughtful, but playful look.
"Now how should I take you?" He wondered out loud, eyes raking over her body once again. Marron smirked back, bending one knee as she raised her eyebrows in questioning.
Goten smiled, sliding a hand over her bent leg to the underside of her knee. He pushed her leg up to rest on his shoulder, positioning himself for penetration as her other leg spread as wide as her muscles would allow. He sheathed himself inside of her with one quick thrust, causing Marron to moan out in pleasure and close her eyes.
"We haven't done this one in a while," Goten observed, pulling out and thrusting into her again, this time causing both of them to groan their pleasure. All Marron could do was nod as they both fell silent save for their grunts and moans.
Goten quickly picked up his rhythm, realizing just how wet Marron was, and by the way she was holding him like a vice, it was obvious her orgasm wasn't far off. He rocked against her, plunging into her harder, as each thrust brought him deeper and closer to the edge. She met him thrust for thrust, the small cries that retched themselves from her throat were desperate, and her hands were clutching the duvet for some sort of release.
"Nnn, Goten..." Marron muttered, as her body convulsed around him, and she shuddered, fisting the bed sheets as she drove her hips forward, her orgasm tearing through her body like wildfire.
Goten gritted his teeth, quickening his thrusts to a sickly pace as he rode the waves of her orgasm. She continued to greet his thrusts as she fell from her peak, his growls telling her his release wasn't far off. With one final thrust he spilled into her, her leg sliding from his shoulder as he leaned forward to lay on top of her, panting heavily as she milked him for all he was worth.
The lay in silence for a few moments, Marron running her hands through Goten's hair as he nuzzled her neck, waiting for their breathing to return to them.
"I'll have to tell Trunks about this one," Goten muttered against her throat. Marron chuckled, twirling a long strand of his hair around her finger.
"You know this doesn't compare to the wild sex life Trunks leads with your niece," Marron said knowingly.
He grunted at that comment, grinding his hips into her own, "Can you not mention my family members and their sex lives, please?" He asked.
"You started it," Marron scoffed, tugging gently at his hair. Goten shifted so he could look at her, smiling in that innocent way he always did after they had had sex.
"I love you," he murmured, kissing her chin.
"I love you too," she replied with a smile, feeling her heart flutter.
"This whole day was great," Goten sighed in contentment against her neck, "We'll have to do it again tomorrow."
Marron chuckled, as she watched her fingers twirling in his hair, "Tomorrow's Sunday Goten-Kun, the mall isn't open."
He looked at her for a moment before smirking at her playfully.
"We'll see about that."
A/N: Mm, my first fic about my second favorite couple. I noticed there aren't many fics on this couple floating around on ff.net, but that won't stop me from loving them! Yay, Marron has been redeemed! *Waves flaG* I hate the girl with Trunks, but I think she's absolutely spiffy with Goten!!