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Cold Hands

By Selenity Jade

Rated: R

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z nor am I making money off of this or any other fanfiction I've written.

 

Notes: Written for 30_romances on livejournal.

 

Thanks: Merrick!

 

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He leaned against the doorframe, content to watch the obnoxious female sleep. It was in these rare times that she was silent, and while he didn't mind their verbal wars, he also liked the lack of high-pitched wails coming from her mouth when she was too angry to actually form coherent insults.

 

It was entertaining as hell, though.

 

Tonight though, he didn't feel like fighting with her, so he stayed in the doorway, watching her shadowy form move slightly with each breath she took. She was peaceful this way and it was so unusual to see her at peace. He was reluctant to disturb her, but he had just gotten back and his need for her was too great to put off now.

 

It had been so long since he had left her and the planet to train.

 

Having decided he had stood there long enough, Vejiita padded silently towards the large bed. He crouched beside the bed and put his chin on his hands and observed her silently for a moment.

 

Buruma gave the most delightful squeal when he pushed his hands beneath the covers and touched her bare stomach.

 

Scrambling away from the cold hand, she glanced at him finally and then the frightened surprise turned to anger.

 

"Damn you, Vejiita!" she shrieked, throwing her oversized pillow at his face, which he easily ducked.

 

Chuckling, he reached for her and pulled her to his chest with a smirk. "Oi, Onna."

 

"Don't 'Oi' me, bastard! You scared the life out of me!"

 

"You needed some exercise."

 

"Did you just say I was fat?" she demanded shrilly, her fist lifting threateningly.

 

He liked her spirit; she was so willing to fight him even though she knew he could break her as easily as she could squish an insect. It would be no effort. "No," he disagreed, leaning down and nipping at her jaw softly. "I implied it."

 

She made a frustrated sound as she fought her body's reaction to him. "Why come back if I'm so hideous?" she asked with a voice that was almost steady.

 

Blue eyes glared blue fire at him and he only smirked before he ran his cold hands up her back and melded them together in a fiery battle they had begun last year. He nibbled along her skin, salty from her slumber. Tasting her became an obsession of his. Then, satisfying her as only he could, he actually laughed when she finally gave in and cried his name in her passion.

 

That was the sound he had come back for.

 

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AN: Written for 30_Romances. Short, sort of fluffy, but hey, it works. I think.

 

Lovies!