Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Desire ❯ A Conversation? ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: Don't own it, but any wet dreams I have starring Vegeta are mine and you aren't invited. Ahem, unless you are hot.


Dark Desire

Chapter Six

A conversation?

? POV

She likes light vinaigrette on her salad. I know because she orders it everyday when we go to lunch. She always looks so sexy in her tight little business suit revealing her long legs. We always have lunch at the same deli, just her and I.

When she smiles, I know she is smiling just for me. It's a game we play. She pretends to ignore me while I watch her, but I know her every movement, her every nuance of expression is aimed just for me.

Right now, a soft frown forms between her eyes as she studies some file that she brought with her from work. She is so diligently reading, but her legs part just slightly as she shifts in her seat. I smile indulgently. She is such a tease, to flirt with me with all these people around. I shrug as I accept her blatant invitation and I trail my fingers up her bare thigh and under her skirt. I know the table hides my questing fingers from any voyeur's eyes. She shifts again spreading her legs further letting me have access to her wet heat. When my fingers arrive at their destination I am shocked to find that she isn't wearing any panties. I smirk, but she continues to pretend that she is reading her files. I slowly insert one finger then another as I watch her ruby lips part as she inhales quickly. I can see the pulse at her throat flutter wildly at my ministrations.

The waitress walks up and blocks my view of my beautiful scientist. I want to rear up and strike the baka woman across the face, but instead I smile politely and take the check. By the time she leaves I can see my girl is already packing up her stuff with a frown on her face. Is she mad at me for talking to another woman? I want to rush over and assure her that she is the only one for me. She is in my thoughts every waking moment and in my dreams at night. But I can't, that would ruin the game. Instead, I content myself with the thought that I will walk her home tonight.

Her Pov

Oh Kami, I am tired. For the last week I haven't been getting any sleep, ever since I have accepted my fate and made my choice. Dark circles are forming under my eyes and I have come dangerously close to falling asleep in several important meetings. My co-workers keep asking me if I am alright, but I just wave them away with a laugh and a shrug.

How do you tell your co-workers that you aren't getting enough sleep because you are having marathon sex? Every night, he silently leads me to his room and makes me beg until the early morning hours. He leaves me exhausted around 5am when he goes to train, while I desperately try to squeeze in a few hours of sleep before I have to be at work at 8am. I don't know how he can do it. He must be sneaking some sleep while I am at work and only makes me think that he is training. Then again he is Saiyan, maybe he doesn't need as much sleep as I do.

As I walk through the park that separates the office buildings from my living quarters a soft smile relaxes my tense features. With every step I feel my stress drain away as I draw closer to the comfort of my home. To him. The feeling of assurance appeared right after I accepted him. He will not allow me to sleep in my own bed. Instead, he insists that I stay close to him. There were no repeat performances of him dumping me on the floor like unwanted garbage. In fact, last night he pulled the covers over my bare shoulders before he withdrew to the gravity room.

I trudge into the kitchen, setting my work files and my keys loudly on the counter next to the door. I turn around and nearly jump out of my skin when I spy him sitting at the table quietly watching me from the shadows. He is usually training when I come home, so the sight of him is unexpected. I flip on a switch to flood the room with light. Deep down I know I should be afraid but warring with that fear is the feeling of security that engulfs when I am near him.

"What are you doing sitting in the dark?" I question while pulling some cranberry juice from the fridge and pouring myself some.

"You are late." He states impassively, but I can hear his underlying demand in his tone. He wanted an explanation for my tardiness.

"Oh Kami, I'm sorry." I sigh deeply as I think about my day. "I had to stay late at work to finish up on some projects."

I lean against the counter, drinking deeply from my glass. I turn to rinse it out in the sink, an unruly smile forming on my lips. "For some reason, I am falling behind in my work." I turn as I hear the chair scrape the linoleum. "It could be that I am utterly exhausted from my night time activities." My words trail off as I complete my turn to see him half way out of his seat, a snarl on his lips.

I freeze like a rabbit that has been scented by a wolf, unsure of what I did to attract his wrath. He stops as well, his weight braced on the table, still in the process of standing. His eyes sweep over my form, taking in my blood shot eyes and my rumpled clothing. My hair is straggling down from my hasty bun and the strands brush against my unnaturally pale cheeks.

The tension leaves his body as he sits back down at the table. I release the breath I didn't even know I was holding at his movement.

"I thought you were lying to me woman, but you appearance proves otherwise." Again his eyes sweep my frame.

I smile weakly. "I would never lie to you. I am fairly certain that would piss you off and I have better things to do than run for my life."

His lips quirk up at the corners in a sexy smirk, that makes my knees weak. "Like you could possibly get away from me Onna."

I smile, happy that the tension has completely evaporated from the room. Encouraged, by his small smile I gather up some of the files I brought home with me and take them over to the table. I pull out a chair next to him and flash him a grin. He cocks an eyebrow at me and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his masculine chest.

"Another reason that I am behind is my work is because I have been a bad girl and neglected my projects in favor of something else."

"Oh." He just stares at me. He doesn't ask what, but he doesn't walk away either. Emboldened, I flip open the files.

"I'm making you a gift." I say softly. My eyes dart to his as I gage his reaction. His face remains impassive, but something flashes in the shadows of his eyes. Surprise maybe. Had no one ever given him a present before? Probably not, I conclude.

I slide the file over to him. "It's a new training bot. Its armor is adamantium and it has a ki reflecting shield. So no matter how much you blast it all you will have is your own power bouncing back at you. I am going to refit the GR too. That way you can have as many balls bouncing around as you want. It will be like a sick game of pong." I flash him a grin but he is looking at the file.

"But wait, there's more." I say in my best announcer's voice. He glances up at me and I wink. I see his lips twitch at my antics.

"Instead of being bulky, like a house bot I am going to give it a more fluid humanoid shape so you can spar with it. Also it is going to have a progressive learning matrix. Not only am I going to download all the known martial art forms from earth, but it will be able to learn from you when you spar."

I snicker pleased with my own genius. I fall silent as he begins to flip threw my files, examining my equations closely, looking for mistakes in my calculations. The minutes tick by and I shift in my seat nervously. Did I miss something? Was he displeased? I haven't been this unsure of myself since my father used to review my work. My father was a harsh taskmaster and foolish errors displeased him.

Finally, he closes the file and he looks up at me. I watch in fascination as his lips stretch into genuine smile. Not one meant to gloat or seduce, but a real smile displaying very real pleasure. His pleasure at my work. I feel something flutter in my chest and I realize that my heart has skipped a beat. Kami, he is so handsome. I can't contain my own smile that spreads across my face to match his.

Quickly, I sober when a thought strikes me. "It's not perfect." I frown glancing down at my hands, sure that I am going to be reprimanded. "It's not strong enough to withstand your blows at full strength."

"Yes, I can see that woman. I doubt you can find a material on this world that can. However, you made up for that lack by giving it greater speed. It will be an excellent tool for my training. You have outdone yourself onna. I am proud of you."

I blink rapidly at his words. Did he just praise me? He merely smirks at my astonished expression and reaches over to pluck a ripe apple from the bowl in the center of the table. He leans back in his chair while he bites into the juicy fruit. My breath comes to a rattling halt when he gives me that slow delicious smile that tells me that he would rather bite me instead. As my skin heats up I can feel the cool table under my arms and I remember what we did on this table. I worry my bottom lip with my teeth and I can't stop the wetness that soaks through my panties.

His grin spreads and my face flames as I remember that he can smell me. He slowly stands up and takes my hand to lead me out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room. Once in his room I brace myself for him to rip my clothes from my body. Most everything I wear usually ends up in a shredded heap when I am with him. I have spent hundreds of dollars in the last week just to replace my wardrobe. He leans down to claim my mouth in a gentle kiss and my eyes pop open with surprise. I stare into his cold eyes with confusion as his lips caress mine. Any questions I have quickly flee once his tongue slides into my mouth and my eyes drift shut while I enjoy the sensation.

He unbuttons my suit slowly and I am struck with indecision. He never bothers with buttons, usually he pops them off and they fly in all directions. Tonight he was behaving so differently. Like he cared. He slides my silk blouse off my shoulders and it falls to the ground. His hands slide down my back to grab my ass and pulls me closer to him. I sigh as his lips leave mine and he trails kisses down my neck. He unzips my skirt and it flutters to my feet.

His lips continue to journey down my slender neck, his tongue dipping into the hollow of my throat while he bends me back over his arm. I reach my hands up to grab his biceps to keep my balance. His skin is so smooth, but he is so hard underneath. He feels like heated marble to my touch.

His lips descend on my breast, sucking me into his hot mouth through the satin of my bra. He scrapes his teeth over the hardened crown and I gasp with pleasure. His hand travels up from the small of my back to undo the clasp of my bra, freeing me from my constraints. Now that the scrap of material is gone he lavishes my breasts with his lips and tongue, allowing small sparks of ki to trickle over me.

His other hand delves under my silk panties, grabbing my plumb cheek in his palm. He massages it slowly while nibbling on my sensitive flesh. He lifts me up in his arms and instead of throwing me onto the bed like usual he sets me gently down in the center. He sheds me of my panties and his own cloths quickly.

I will never get enough of staring at his body. It is so perfect. Many hours of rigorous training has left every inch of him fit and tone. He is not overdone like some of those barbarians you see coming out of a gym, but perfectly proportioned. Scars are scattered over his body and I want so desperately to ask him about them, but I dare not too. I wish he would just talk to me for once.

My thoughts are cut off as he stretches his magnificent body over mine, leaning his weight on his elbows so he doesn't crush me. His hand buries itself in my hair as he lifts my head slightly to kiss me deeply. As his tongue slides into my mouth I can feel his shaft slide into my wet entrance. I am ready for him. I am always ready for him. He sheathes himself to the hilt, pausing so I can feel the full effect.

He slides in and out of me with strong, steady strokes, building a fire inside of me with each thrust. I can feel his body heat as he gathers his ki around him. I wrap my legs around his waist and move my hips in time with his. I hug him tight to me, vaguely surprised that he lets me, as I get ready for the wave that is about to crash down on me.

I feel the coils of desire in my stomach churn and finally lash out as my climax hits me hard. As my muscle clench I can feel his ki surge forward into my womb causing me to spasm even more. He reaches around my shoulders and gathers me even closer to his chest as I bay with pleasure.

As the pleasure abates I gasp with delight. I rub up against him like a kitten looking to be petted, fully expecting more to come. But he surprises me yet again. He pulls me up to him, placing my back against his chest, his strong arm encircling my waist.

"Go to sleep Little One." He whispers in my ear. I am slightly disappointed, but I don't protest. I really am exhausted. I heave a contented sigh, I feel so safe in his arms. As I drift off to sleep I realize something that nearly shocks me out of my sleep. We had a conversation. Abet a short one, where I did most of the talking, but still, it was a conversation. He also said he was proud of me. I smile softly; maybe he did care for me in some small way.