Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Love ❯ Dinner Parties and Announcements ( Chapter 7 )

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Moon Star

Last chapter was the longest one that I've written for this story. I really hope that you found it interesting. Maybe there will be more Bra and Goten moments in here, with maybe some Pan and Trunks... who knows.

Sorry for it being late but personal life in school is the worst at this time of the year. I expected to have this one out sooner than this, much sooner. Thanks to all that have reviewed. Don't think that I've forgotten all of you while I haven't updated. Thanks for your attention.

Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters in this story.

PS : It's December 5 all of you readers... It's my birthday.




Arranged Love
Chapter 7 : Dinner Parties and Announcements

A light tap in the door alerted the owner of the room of the presence outside. Goten opened his eyes as he saw that he was in a bath towel and presentable to anyone that would want to come in. "What?"

The door opened as Ban's head appeared in view. Goten smiled as he recognized her from the hanger. "Hello sir," he noted the nervous tone.

"Yes," he walked forward. "What is it?"

"Just came to inform you that the dinner will be delayed for some minutes," Ban tried to get her blush to disappear from her face.

"Why?"

"Well, the prince and Pan have been sparring for a long time and it seems as if they are making no chance in stopping." She answered.

"Are they in the Gravity Machine?"

"No, they're in the far grounds. Each of them has a sword and have been at it for an hour. Both have scrapes and I think that they're getting tired."

"They're not going to stop unless someone intervenes," Goten acknowledged out loud. "Those two are proud to the day they die."

"Maybe Bra will stop them," Ban said to him as she directed herself out of them room before Goten could say anything else.

"Bra," he took a deep breath. In and out, he coached himself. He would see her there. How would she act? Think of him? Taking trivial things out of his thoughts, he started to cry his hair. It seemed he had extra time to get ready and with her occupying his thoughts every second, he would need it.

***

Bra groaned as Ban left for a third time on the same hour. It seemed as if Pan and Trunks weren't thinking of stopping anytime soon and she knew that most of the saiyans invited would come in on time. It was like a rule in there. Be on time, or maybe you won't be invited again, she guessed.

Brushing off the dress that she had out of the closet, she slipped some normal clothes on her. If she had to intervene, then she would do it. Pan had to get ready for the dinner and with being her first impression on the visitors, Bra would take it to make a good impression if it killed her.

Growling at everyone that approached her as she stalked through the hallways, she made her way to the commotion.

They stood still before each other, as if suspended in motion. Swords were raised before them, ready to strike if necessary. The concentration and the silence in the room deafening Bra as she entered. Warriors still stood there, waiting to see what would be the next move.

Bra examined both of them and found that they needed a lot of care. Even though they had only a few scratches, she saw that their pores were glistening. They were going to need a deep bath. Swearing on her ancestors for having them both be stubborn, she made her way to them. It didn't seem as if they noticed it.

Saiyans saw as the princess walked to the two sparring ones and took a step back. They weren't involved in this as she walked up to them.

"You two will stop it right there," she shouted at Trunks and Pan, gaining their attention finally.

"What do you want Bra?" Trunks growled, he didn't like the interruption.

"If you two haven't noticed, there's less than an hour to get ready," she pointed to a clock on one of the walls of the space. "And Pan is coming with me right now whether she wants to or not." With a swift move, she took both their swords and put them in their places.

"Continue tomorrow if you like," she took an arms and started to lead Pan out. "I told you to watch it," she said to the standing prince. "If you're not going to listen to me then maybe I should talk to mom."

With the words uttered, Bra led Pan out of the room and back to her room. They might have a lot to do to get her prepared.

"A very long bath may help your condition," Bra urged her to the bathroom as she entered Pan's room. Leaving nothing out, she called for Ban. Bra had her own preparation to make, Ban would be enough to help with the essential with Pan. She would look back later, making sure that all would go well.


Ballroom...


This was certainly not the name of the enormous room, but Bulma had named it like that because of all the space that it occupied. It was perfect for dancing, with all the tables lined up for the guests. Tables were out of the ordering service simply laid out with drinks and supplements for anyone that cared for a bite as they danced or talked before the dinner.

Bulma inspected every part of the celebration as she came from table to table to make sure that everything was in place. Supervising was something that she did in everything. She had always wondered too on why Vegeta would have allowed her to blend in customs from Earth to the Vegetian planet.

It wasn't as if they had been barbarians but a powerful race that loved the fighting surge. She knew from the beginning, from Kami that the saiyans hadn't developed as much as humans in styles of life in the beginning. All was war between the two parts of the countries and races that occupied the planet. Destruction was everywhere, until it all much seized when the saiyans killed and extinguished their adversaries.

Then, things started to progress slowly as it had seemed. They began to look at other planets to purge and take slaves as she had been taught of their ancient history. The style of living heightened and the King was choose because of his strength. Brute strength had always ruled on this planet, and she guessed this was never going to change.

Then, just as the saiyans had made a name for their selves and had been pointed to be a very powerful race up there with the bests, Freeza and King Cold had come into play. Still, the murdering progressed and strict rules where set for their survival of the tyrant that was as cold blooded as the whole family.

Still, festivities had been dealt on key dates of the history and marking of their sacrifices and conquering status of planets. She still didn't know much of many of them, as Vegeta hadn't bothered with them as much as when his mother was still alive.

Now, the new generation was coming as a key play on the universe. Each one of them stronger than the last, breeding standards were still set even though Bulma was opposed to it in some way. Just because babies were born with small powers, didn't mean that as they grew up it wouldn't amplify and astound the simplest mind.

She had a long talk with Vegeta, she still remembered. She had been taught by Agatha about much of the culture in the day that she had arrived. The old alien woman was as wise as you would call them but still remained the same since the beginning.

Thirty years before, she calculated, she had confronted the King and Prince about their standards. Having been sent from Earth to talk of ways to maintain a tie while they still could govern their selves and talk of assimilations of their culture she seemed it was best for her to tell them of the idea.

Vegeta had neglected it immediately, he didn't even seem to care of it. She had shunned him just like he had done her. If he didn't care to talk to her, then she wouldn't talk to him or direct herself to him in any way. Stubborn to the end, they had been.

It seemed as if the trait hadn't disappeared as much still. Hating herself for her thoughts, out of the way where she needed to pay attention, she reprimanded herself to stay in task. Her son had come back from the whole year. She still hadn't seen why it had been necessary but if he wanted to go, then, she couldn't tell him not too either. As if he would have listened to her anyway.

"Stop daydreaming woman," Vegeta snapped from the entrance. He was already dressed in his armor of gold implementing the sign of King. His cape flowed behind him as he walked in the same majesty that he had expressed when she had meet him.

"Don't snap at me," she reprimanded giving him her back, ignoring his coming. She continued to inspect the tables as she made sure that everything was in place.

"Have you seen our son?" he asked on a more soft manner.

"No," Bulma answered, still in the same place. "I heard that he's found a new play mate in the training rooms from Agatha."

"Good for him," Vegeta looked from side to side on the enormous room. The guests should be arriving any moment now.

"Do you actually think that he'll be able to go through with it?" Bulma asked on a hushed tone.

"It all depends on him Bulma," Vegeta answered. "He's the one that has to make the decisions."

***

Trunks and Goten moved about the palace. The hallways were fluttering with running servants and maids. At the time that it was, they were both only some minutes late. Trunks was attired with the royal armor which possessed the insignia of the royal family at the left of the breast plate. It's borders ignited in gold with a white cape strapped on his shoulders. Goten on the other hand, wore the usual high class armor which was embedded with silver and had no cape nor the insignia of the family.

"Next time you have to officially dress," Trunks interrupted. "You'll be wearing the same thing as me. The sign of the royal family."

Goten merely nodded as he continued to follow him. Trunks noted the silent manner with acute awareness. "What's on your mind?"

"Your sister," Goten responded automatically. He furrowed on the crossing thoughts of the events that happened earlier. He just couldn't get it out of his head.

Trunks shoke his head, he didn't know just why Goten was so preoccupied. He stilled for a moment. "Did something happened?" He inquired.

"I kissed her," Goten answered truthfully. He had never lied to Trunks for the whole time that they had known each other, he wasn't going to start now.

"When did that happen?"

"About 3 hours ago," Goten released a sight. "I can't stop thinking about her."

"I don't think I want to know what's on your mind," Trunks interrupted. "Talking of the opposite gender is fine with me, but as long as it's not my sister or my mother."

"Does my niece fall into that category as well?" Goten asked maliciously. Trunks sidestepped at the question that seemed more like a statement.

"It's not allowed?" Trunks smirked glancing back.

"Depends," Goten merely answered as they turned and entered the enormous room. Many of the people in looked up to them. (I'm saying people, people because I don't know what else to say... I'm sure you people can figure out what I'm trying to say there.)

At one part of the room stood Vegeta with Bulma at his side. She took on a small talk with the representatives of many planets that were there to renew treaties. The international dialect was easily flowed with the universal translators that were in every occupants ear piece.

Bulma motioned with her hand for them to approach her. Trunks and Goten soon complied with her. Unlike all the saiyans in the room, she wasn't wearing an armor but a traditional dress of Earth. A glass of what seemed champagne was in her hand.

"Trunks," Bulma smiled. It was the first time she saw him since he had been back. Without any worries of presentation, Bulma embraced her son on the hug that he had been missing for a whole year. "I trust the negotiations on the South Hemisphere were alright."

"Perfect mother," he answered smiling. A light kiss was placed on his cheek as Trunks blushed lightly.

"I trust that everything is in order," Trunks nodded his head at his father.

"Oh, Goten," Bulma breathed. "I hardly recognize you." Bulma embraced him also in a motherly hug. "You look more like your father everyday."

"Thank you," he answered at her flattery. King Vegeta nodded his head at him.

"Where's Bra mother?" Trunks asked as he didn't see her in the room.

"She was here a moment ago," Bulma gave a glance at Vegeta. "She went to see what was taking Pan so long."

Goten laughed. "Pan doesn't really like this type of events. Dressing up is not one of her strong suits."

"Well," the male representative of Bangar signaled to the door. "It seems that the princess has returned." Everyone turned to see her as she walked up to them. "But she doesn't seem to have someone with her."

"Pan's evasions." Goten answered as they waited in silence for Bra to join them.

She turned to see them and stopped for a included time that no one else seemed to notice. He was there, for just a second, she hesitated then continued on. A fluttering came about her as she saw that his gaze rested on her. A warm bubbling feeling rested in her as small whispers traveled through her body making her shake. Her outward appearance didn't have anything to show of her feelings.

"Any luck?" Bulma asked her daughter as she approached.

"No," she nodded to everyone present for acknowledgement, letting her eyes pass over his. A shiver ran through her spine as the scene played right before her eyes. A blush stained her fair complexion as he continued to look at her in the same intent.

"I heard that an announcement will be done tonight," the ambassador said, directing his gaze from the two to the King and Queen.

"Yes," Bulma smiled as she turned herself to the recent conversation. "But it's not nearly the time to think of it."

Getting into a conversation of their own, Bra turned to both Goten and Trunks. "Trunks, I heard that you and my niece spent some hours training together."

Bra snorted, rolling her eyes. "More like a battle to the death. I had to pry her and take the swords out of her hands so that they would stop."

"Ah," Goten realized. "You should be really careful when around her with a sword. She's very skilled." He said to Trunks.

"I noticed," raising his left arm, he showed the back of the arms to both of them. A long trace was visible to them for inspection. "She got me there. That's when I started to take her seriously."

"Take her seriously always," Bra gasped at the mark.

From the corner of his left eye, Goten saw a familiar figure walk in between walking servers. He noted the unusual attire that stood out on the room as she tried to get herself passed unnoticed. Bra and Trunks noted his detachment and followed his gaze to the figure that slowly approached them.

Pan walked up to them with usual clothes that she wore on Earth. A light blue-white, low-waist jean with highlighted glitters. She had on a blouse that had a model of butterflies flying in with one another with jewels in their wings. The sleeves were short but up to the shoulder. The white background contrasted with her dark hair which she had let down. From that distance, they could see that it still retained water from her shower.

"What a surprise," breathed in Trunks as he took her full image. She had on sandals that were strapped on each side of her feet, white and wind attuned. All she had on as make up was a light rose color lipstick that made her be seen quite angelic. A white band was on her forehead to retain the front tendrils from falling to her but still a few had escaped on the side framing her.

"You look beautiful," Bra said to her as she stopped in front of them.

"At least I'm comfortable wearing jeans than a low skirt," she growled at her, her eyes narrowed.

"Why did it take so long to get here?" Goten interrupted them.

"I got lost and Agatha somewhat guided me but not with much intuition as I had to ask Ban to help me in getting to this place."

"I would have never guessed," Trunks' tone gave up any meaning of sorry ness.

"Don't start getting on my bad side Trunks," Pan warned smiling lovingly mischievous. "Or you just might find yourself with a bigger gash on your arm next time."

"Don't threaten me," he simply answered.

"Not a threat, it's a promise," she stated simply.

"I can see you two are going to get along just fine," Goten interrupted.

The night continued to go as uneventful as ever. Everyone asked of Pan's choice of dress with Bulma simply expressing that this was the way that people dressed in Earth at Pan's age showing the culture of the planet. Everyone greeted the prince and Goten giving knowing glances at him and Bra once in while. Everyone was waiting for Vegeta to do the official announcement.

Walking around, meeting the officials and their families was all that had kept all of them busy. While Bulma and Vegeta spent the time talking with the representatives of the other worlds, Trunks and Bra introduced Goten and Pan to the people as they greeted them and asked for an introduction. Really, times had changed a lot.

"Will you do me the honor of dancing with me?" A saiyan approached Bra. She smiled kindly and accepted.

Pan eyed all of the saiyans and non-saiyans that kept looking at her. She had been introduced to so many people that she had no idea of how to keep them straight. Goten noticed her nervousness, it was the first time for both of them to be present at this type of event. He saw a male saiyan disengage himself from a group and start to make his way there.

"Let me take you out there," Goten took her arms and led her to the floor. "I don't want you to start beating out guys."

"I don't want anyone to look at me period," she muttered under her breath to him.

"You can't be that much into a tomboy Pan," Goten grimaced at the look that she gave him. "You must want at least some attention."

"I'm not saying that I don't want any attention," she growled. "I don't want people to look at me as if I was a Martian from outer space."

"But you are," he reacted laughing.

"Technically yes," she responded. "But I'm not some meat for these to fan over."

"I think everyone has been respectful," Goten said seriously. Pan would have believed his tone if he hadn't been laughing with his eyes.

"I hate it when they just look at me because of how I'm dressed."

Goten agreed. "You are showing a lot of your figure."

"I didn't mean to."

"I think it was intentional at least."

"What do you mean?" Pan grounded at him, her eyes were widened.

"I didn't mean something bad," he quickly recovered. "But I do know of someone that hasn't taken their eye off of you today."

"I haven't noticed." Pan turned her head away from him. Her vision stopped on Trunks as he had his gaze fixed on her. Blushing, she turned away.

"My point proven," with that, Goten let her go and turned with her to go back to him.

"Trunks," a dark figured saiyan woman just looked up from her space beside him, her eyes sizzling.

"I can't believe you would stoop that low," she said turning from them. Pan and Goten stared at her retreating figure. Her proud back sorting out any lowered parts of herself.

"What's the deal with her?" Goten asked Trunks as he lost her in the crowd.

"That's Schial, she's one of the elite female warriors." Trunks didn't make any chance on continuing.

"Don't tell me," Pan smirked. "She's one of the burned by his highness."

"Don't say that Pan," Goten scolded.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "I guess the same hormones do cross over races."

"You can say that again," Bulma's voice interrupted their discussion.

"Oh," Pan blushed. "I didn't see you coming."

"Don't worry about it," Bulma laughed. "I understand your sentiments exactly."

"Don't encourage her mother," Trunks glowered at the female support.

"Get a life," Bulma rolled her eyes. "We females have to stick together if we are to survive in this planet full of hot headed saiyans like you and your father."

"That's not a nice thing to say Mother." Trunks widened his gaze.

"The truth hurts son," laughing readily she turned back to where Vegeta stood.

"What were you saying to them?" Vegeta demanded, seeing the resentful look of his son.

"The truth of the saiyan ego," she responded with a smile on her face.

"What?!" He exploded.

"Exactly."

Her bubbling laugh encircled the room which turned every eye to their side. The menacing look from Vegeta and the scowl on his face made their guests turn back to what they were doing. No one wanted to get on his bad side.

From their place, Bra and Pan couldn't hold their mirth at the episode. Bulma just sent a smile their way as she led Vegeta to a secluded part of the room.

"I don't think he'll be mad for long," Goten whispered within the group.

"My mother does have good persuasive methods to scramble his train of thought," Bra agreed, a perceptional glance was spared to her walking parents.

"Something we agree on," Goten pointed out, he lifted his glass to a silent toast and led it to his lips.

The delicacy of his movements had Bra enticed from the beginning. It was as an invitation to the unknown. Her eyes were fixed on the movement of his hand on the glass as it lingered on his lips for seconds too long. From her concentrated gaze on his lips, she let her eyes wonder upward to his own black pools. She found that they were fixed on her. His lips quirked upwards, a smile forming on his face.

She felt like an inferno of confusion. She had been caught at staring at him. The mortification was going to be too much. She looked away to a point unknown. All she knew was that she would not be able to see his face again for the remaining of the night. Just to know that he had been watching her had been enough, but the wanting to experience the kiss again and for him to have seen it all over her face was quite another.

"A private sparring might be nice," Pan agreed to Trunks proposal.

The context of the sentence got Go ten's and Bra's attention back to the other two people in their group. "What was that?" Bra was lost.

"Trunks suggested that we have a private spar on one of the gravity machines with our weapons," Pan smiled at the thought of cutting him a second time.

"You think that's a good idea?" Bra was alarmed at this. She glanced at Goten which was the only one there too who might know of what was going on. For a moment, she forgot her disillusions and looked for some help.

"You may join us if you like," Trunks spared a glance at his sister. "I want to see how far along you are with your training sister." He took a gulp of the liquid in just one try. The liquid burned on his throat and settled a warm on his stomach as it rolled down.

"Don't bother," Bra growled at his tone. "I won't like to impose on this. Plus, Agatha has told me of a favor that she desires of me for tomorrow so I won't be here for at least two days."

"Dad's letting you out?" Trunks asked confused.

"He didn't have a choice," Bra smirked at that.

"What will you be doing?" Goten's curiosity was pricked.

"I'm not sure," Bra responded sincerely. "The only thing she said was that I'll be gone for some days."

"But," Pan was dismayed. "What will I do here all alone? I know I'm not much for company but I thought that you were going to show me the old ruins that we talked about."

"I'm sorry," Bra looked crest falling. "I had forgotten about it."

"Perhaps I can go with you?" Pan asked hopefully.

"No," Bra shocked her head. "I don't think she wants you to come. I talked to her about you going with me and she said that I needed to do this alone. It's supposed to be a secret."

"I don't think it's much of that with all that you've already said," Trunks hissed.

"Secrets between us have never been unattained," Bra shoot back at him. "I'm sure that Goten nor Pan are going to say anything to anyone," she looked at them. "Will You?"

Pan and Goten shook their heads. "We have no idea of what you'll do anyway." Pan said to the others.

"It's no problem," Bra said satisfied. Trunks merely rolled his eyes at her comment.

"It's time," the flat announcement of Bulma had everyone glancing her way. She was on a higher platform with Vegeta at her side. She was smiling at all of the attendants which in turn were beaming at her.

"We would like to say," she started as she nudged Vegeta to stand at her side. "That we are glad that Trunks and Goten had a safe journey back and that the diplomatic discussions in the South quadrant were highly successful. This is a toast for the newest achieved relations that our son has accomplish for the good of Vegetasei." Everyone raised their glances and took a sip of the contents.

"On the other hand," Bulma spared a glance to the room, she looked for the group from her place. "I would like to take this opportunity to announce of the engagement of Princess Bra with the First Class warrior, Goten." There was a lapse of silence as every eye searched the room and settled on the pair which were side by side. "A toast for their happiness," her wish was granted with satisfaction as everyone cheered.

"On the other hand," Vegeta's voice boomed from his place catching the attention of everyone else. "We've got news that the Relounian uprising has been qualm. There will be no more trouble with the plans that had been stolen 25 years ago."

"An excellent timing," a diplomat said to him. As Vegeta and Bulma engaged on another conversation, the room started to turn to the usual talk and meeting of saiyans that mingled and talked of recent missions and the change in the technology for the training.

The boom of the voices came back, the shock of the revelation of Bra's marriage reseeded. She simply sent daggers at her mother and father. "They didn't have to make it public."

"Don't trouble yourself," Goten directed to her, gaining her attention. "Everyone already knew it."

"Still," Bra wanted to scream, fume and hit something. All it took to take those thoughts away was a smile from Goten.

"Don't fret," he took her hand in his, giving his glass to Pan. "Come dance." Pan and Trunks were left alone.

"I think he's sweeping her off her feet," Trunks whispered to Pan as she followed the pair with him.

Pan moved her head from side to side, "It's more than that. I just don't know what to think."

"You think she's feeling attracted to him?"

"Likely," Pan agreed with that. "I've seen girls on earth swoon with just a smile from his." Trunks gave a devilish laugh of his own. "As do you." Pan admitted at his implication.

"Thank you," Trunks eyes were dancing as Pan looked at him with her observant eyes scrunched. She seemed to be assessing him.

"Don't get used to it," she growled at his satisfaction. "That's the only compliment that will ever leave my lips to you."

Taking a hard plunge to Goten's glass which was half full, she drank all that was left in just one drink. She handed the empty glass at Trunks and turned around, leaving him alone in the moment.

Trunks eyes followed her as she made her way out of the room and out the door avoiding any confrontations with any visitors. She trudged out of his view with as much easy and calmness that she seemed unperturbed by what was going around her.

Setting all of his own glass contents to the one Pan handed to him, he started to take the glass to his lips on the same place that she had placed hers. A faint line of lipstick remained to mark the imprint of her luscious lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow raven beauty," Trunks whispered to himself as he set a smile of satisfaction at her words for the world to see it.

From across the room, Goten and Bra danced oblivious to everyone else around. Their thoughts and actions concentrated on each other. For the slow mood, Goten's hands lingered loosely at Bra's waist, the slim material of the dress making sure he felt every curve beneath his fingers. As he caressed lightly beneath his thumbs on her waist, Bra pressed and wondered from the back of his neck in response.

Tiny shivers of satisfaction curled both of them at the insignificant contact of full strangers. A mute invitation was being proposed without either's thought on it. They simply enjoyed the moment.

On other dances to come, both of them stayed in the middle of the floor. The time passed without either noticing much but the fleeting guests which retired to their places one by one. Just before everyone started to leave the scene as the queen was the only that remained of the royal family that was host, Bra finished the song and departed the room.

Goten soon followed, he too needed to get to his room. In a lapse moment, they meet on their ways. They simply walked along one another without a word being said in between. The only sign was of the presence that they both felt in there. Just a simply notion of their presence was enough without words to say what was needed to be cordial.

Bra paused, this was the corridor that parted in two ways. To the left was her suite or bedrooms and to the right were Trunks'. Goten stopped right beside her. Bra turned to him, smiling. "Good night Goten," she said. "I won't be seeing you for some time so I'll say good bye for some days. This was an enjoyable night."

Goten took his hand on hers for a moment as she said the parting words. He smiled in return, his lips descending on hers. There was no desperation, or rush. Just the excitement of the unknown and the sweet taste of care and even a deeper feeling deep within.

"Good night," Goten released her with doubt. Giving her a lighter kiss, he turned on his way and walked toward the room that he had taken from Trunks'.

Bra turned automatically as her body obeyed the orders that she hadn't commanded. Goten's voice stopped her as she was about to reach her room. Bra turned around to find him right behind her.

With a little force, Goten embraced her by the waist and turned her lips to his. His urgency appalled her. She opened her mouth as a moan escaped her. His tongue entered, tasting and drinking off her like a starved man that had been denied his water to live.

They stayed in the same position after they had stopped. Goten's head rested, forehead to forehead with hers. His eyes were concentrated on hers as if trying to read on a deep part of her soul. He was looking for her soul in her blue cloud-eyes.

"I like kissing you," he murmured to her ear as he showered kisses from her earlobe to her jaw. Each one earning a moan of satisfaction from Bra who could not stop to love the feel of his mouth on her skin.

His lips settled on hers again for another desperate drink of her soul. She gladly let him take all that he could, she taking some of his own taste with her. The electrifying response setting her on her toes.

"You know what you are?" He asked huskily as he caressed her skin with a mere touch of his nose on her neck.

"No," her response seemed force. Bra felt as if she had been robbed of speech and thought. She knew that she would never be able to form another word ever again as long as his lips strayed on her.

"Addictive," he answered at her denied statement. "Forbidden fruit that calls to me. Sweet and mysteriously angelic feeling, sincere."

A moan escaped from his own throat as he settled his lips on her collar bone.

"I'm addicted to you."

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I guess that's enough to keep you hanging there for some time. Oh well, I hope you liked it.

Sorry to everyone for the delay on the update... it will not be so much time before I update the next chapter, I promise. I made a promise to myself to update not a day after my birthday so... it's the 5th of December so enjoy you all

Thanks to all your kind reviews everyone... it's the only way for me to see that you do enjoy what I'm writing.

See you all later,

Moon Star