Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Looking Back: No Longer an Option But a Lifeline ❯ Dreams or Memories? ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 2: Dreams or Memories?

Dreams are either a subconscious desire or a suppressed memory. Rarely is it ever both.

-Trunks

He laid there in his room upon his bed, all alone. He had nothing to do and his mind was on her again. It was always on her; how could it not be? Since the beginning and even before, she had invaded his every pore, every thought, and every moment of him. She controlled his mind, body and soul without even knowing it at first. But now she knew, and he was excited to find out that he too controlled her every action. He was lying there waiting for the time to pass. They had agreed to meet again tonight. At first when this began, they agreed to take it slow, but their bodies denied them that. Their bodies called for each other and their feelings had been consummated. Nobody knew of their secret rendezvous, but that was because they knew they would be denied their newfound happiness.

It was dark out and it was raining outside. In fact, it was storming. It was dark out, but this didn't tell him it was night, in fact, it had been raining for days now, causing major floods in many areas. A bad omen he was sure, but of what he didn't know. The rain wouldn't stop, and stores, shopping malls, and work and been closed and cancelled for everyone. Nobody knew how to stop it, or when it would end. Nobody was leaving their homes, and all stayed indoors. This didn't stop him. He needed to see her again. His body craved her, and so did his heart.

He looked at the clock and realized it was almost time to leave. He stood from his bed and walked to the door, locked it, turned around, and walked to his closet, grabbed a shirt and a pair of jeans and quickly threw them on. He then went into the bathroom and looked at his appearance in the mirror. He picked up his brush deciding to quickly brush his hair. He then brushed his teeth, and looking at himself in the mirror again. Satisfied with what he saw, he double-checked that his door was locked, went to his dresser and took out the ki bracelet that was hidden there. Covering his energy signal, he lept from his window, flying towards the secret meeting point arranged long ago when it first began.

He reached his destination early but he knew that she was already there waiting for him. It was one of his family's vacation spots on a small island in the middle of nowhere. This is where they met for their secret nights. They were never caught, and they had the entire place to themselves. A home with dozens of rooms and only the two of them to share it. It was romantic, out of the reach of civilization. And they loved every moment of it.

He came in through the front door, as silent as possible. He didn't want her to hear him just yet. Tip-toeing into the living room he saw her standing near one of the windows looking outside. Both of their clothes were soaked, but he didn't care, he could only assume that neither did she. Her back was to him. She was wearing the same as he was, a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt, and of course, sporting her own ki bracelet. That was all they needed. They didn't care about dressing up for each other, for they both learned quickly that the clothes wouldn't be staying on for long.

It was obvious she hadn't sensed his presence. She must have been deep in thought, because when he approached her, and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, she jumped in his arms. He gave a light chuckle and then pulled her hair to one side and began to kiss her neck.

She had long raven hair that cascaded down her back. She was only about two inches shorter than he was. Her onyx colored eyes were deep and every emotion she felt was displayed in them; like a window display during the holidays. He loved it. He always knew what she was feeling. Nothing was hidden, no matter how hard she tried. He liked it better that way. Ever since she was little he could see the love in her eyes, and it was not too long ago that he had admitted his own feelings for her. Consummating their feelings was something that he could never forget. The way her body felt that first night, the sound of her whispering his name, and her virgin shyness. It was almost too much for him.

He smiled at the memory.

She turned around in his arms and smiled up at him. She was breathtaking. How could a man not love her? How could a man not fall in love with this goddess before him? She was beautiful. Her soft curves, her voluptuous breasts, and her beautiful nether regions. But it wasn't just her looks that he loved. They had everything in common. Music, interests, hobbies, and they both shared a secret so much deeper that anything, anyone else ever shared.

His lips descended upon hers and devoured her mouth. His tongue thrusting between her lips tasting every crevice and reveling in the taste that he knew so well. It tasted like nothing he could imagine. Her tongue lashed out and met his, battling for dominance. Neither wanting to give in, but both wanting what was to come when there would be a loser. And so, he picked her up, taking her by surprise, giving him that one moment he needed to win. He won, and she no longer fought back. She just let him have his way. She always would.

He carried her up the stairs towards the bedroom that they had used so many times. Of course, the bedroom wasn't the only place they had made love. Just about every room in the home had seen and heard their passionate cries. As he ascended the stairs, one's lips never left the others. He could feel himself getting harder and harder with each passing step and she raised her arms and threw them around his neck, holding on as if he were her life source. To her heart, he was.

He entered the room quietly and closed the door with his foot as he walked swiftly towards the bed. He laid her on the bed, his legs spread one on either side of her. His lips descended upon her neck as she began moaning with desire, his hand going up to massage her sot breast through the fabrics of her clothes. He could tell she wasn't wearing anything underneath and his thoughts just seemed to further the heat mounting in his loins. He loved her, by the gods he loved her, and everything she did to him. His body's reaction to the simplest touch, one smile, and even her moans. The way she would scream his name to the heavens as she climaxed. It would always send him over the edge.

He started grinding his clothed erection into her clothed core, letting her know just how much he needed her, just how much he loved her. His lips were kissing lower and he was grinding harder, her moans becoming longer and deeper. She was whispering his name with all the passion and love she felt. He knew what she wanted, and he was obliged to give it to her.

His hand slid lower the more his lips descended, finally reaching the hem of her shirt, his hand instantly gong underneath. He pulled the shirt over her head, exposing her supple breasts to his hungry ocean blue eyes. All movement stopped between them. No sounds were made, and nothing but panting. Just two lovers trying to catch their breaths. It was amazing, only one piece of clothing had been removed and already they had been left breathless twice.

He was eye to breast with her and as their breathing evened, he looked up at her with nothing but love and devotion in his eyes. They knew this was their future. The two of them would be together one day. One day they would make their love known to the world. But that day would not come soon. They both knew it. That was for obvious reasons. She was still young and in school. He was the president and owner of the richest company in the world, making him the wealthiest bachelor on the planet. There was that aspect to think about. But there were also their families, mainly her father. He didn't want her seeing any man, and if her father could see them now, then her lover would have been castrated already. Their families wouldn't be very understanding, hence the secret rendezvous. It hurt them sometimes, but they knew that because of the situation, it was the only way they could be together. One day they would tell their families and the world, but that day would not be today.

His eyes traveled back down to her breasts. Her nipples had grown hard from this breath brushing over her. He lowered his head to her soft skin and pulled the hard nipple into his mouth and sucked as if he were a newborn baby, his life depending on her. She was moaning his name again, fisting her hands in his hair and arching her back, offering him more of what he she had. He gradually accepted her gift by taking more of her into his mouth and sucking harder. In return for the pleasure he was giving her, one of her hands glided down his back, making its way to the other side of his body and massaging his erection through his pants.

Damn, the way she drove him wild. He loved it when she touched him, the fire that burned inside of him, his heart beating faster, mind racing, all proof that he was alive. He stopped sucking and instead continued his kissing down her flat plain, past her navel and down to the burrier that kept him away from what he so desired. He growled at the fabric as he eagerly undid her button and pulled down the zipper. He was getting harder and harder with each passing moment and she couldn't help but laugh at his antics. His grown deepened as he slid the pants down her legs and threw them to the other side of the room. She wasn't wearing any underwear either? Damn it, could he get any harder?

He looked at the goddess laying before him. How did he get so lucky? How was he granted such happiness? He sat back on his knees just taking her all in. His eyes ravished her body and ate it up; all she did was lie there, virgin shyness gone. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. He knew what was about to happen, after all, she was now completely naked before him, and it wasn't fair that he was still completely clothed.

She sat up gracefully as her lips went to meet his in a simple kiss and her hand went to his shirt. She tugged on it gently and whimpered, letting him know what she wanted, but he already knew. It's what she always wanted. She wanted him.

He quickly took his shirt off as her hands went to the button on his jeans, hefty undoing the button and frustratingly pulling down he zipper. His shirt was thrown to the other side of the room to join the rest of the forgotten pieces of clothing. He stood up and removed his pants and boxers together, dropping them to the floor. Steeping out of them and climbed on top of her once again. His lips going straight to hers. He kissed her soft lips as he laid her back onto the bed. His lips traveled to her ear and began to nibble on her lobe whispering words of love and devotion.

His hand traveled down to her core and parted her lips, diving in easily. She was slick and very wet. She was ready for him and he was straining enough as it was. He wanted to skip the rest of the foreplay altogether and make love to her for the rest of their lives. And he knew she wanted the same thing when she reached down and grabbed his penis in her hand and steadied it above her. Oh yes, this was going to be quick, already he was dripping with pre-cum and he thought he was going to come just from her holding him. He brought both his hands to her hips and with her help, eased his way into her.

He swore he saw fireworks. A beautiful array with colors ranging from blue, yellow, green, gold, purple, red and all other possible colors in the world. It was her. His heart was pounding and his body was on fire as he drew out slowly and slammed back into her. Her back arched with pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his back raking her nails up and down, forcing him closer to her as he continued at an even pace. She met him blow for blow. Every time he slammed down, she forced her hips up, and every time his hips were up, her hips would fly down. They kept this pace for quite some time, neither of them wanting to give it up, neither wanting it to end. But it was coming, and so were they. He pounded into her faster as their moans became deeper.

It was coming. Closer and closer. Almost there. Their eyes met and they knew that this was it. They were going to come together for who knows how many times. His eyes flashed an aqua green and for a moment his hair stood on end-blonde. She would have been shocked, if he hadn't done this before. She closed her eyes as she cried out in ecstasy. They climaxed together, both coming, him inside her. Both panting she opened her eyes to see him staring back at her, eyes now completely green and hair on end. She leaned up and kissed him on his lips, simple and sweet.

“I love you,” she whispered to him.

He sat up in bed, covered in a cold sweat. He opened his eyes to take in his surroundings, realizing he was in complete darkness. He quickly searched his mind trying to remember where he was. After taking it all in, he realized he was in his room, in his home, the bed empty beside him. He soon realized that he had a very big hard-on. That dream. He'd had that dream again. After that long, exotic dream, he had only one word on his lips. Only one name.

“Pan.”