Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Old Habits ❯ Old Habits ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Old Habits
~By LadyVegeets
She was beautiful when she slept. She was always beautiful, but
asleep he could really appreciate it, really take in every part of
her without running the risk of being seen, without getting caught
in her blue eyes that danced with amusement and a shrewd
watchfulness. He hated to be analyzed, that's what Frieza had done,
and for months he had avoided her because of it, sneered and evaded
her gaze by keeping to the GR or the lesser used hallways. But over
time he came to realize she didn't stare to find his weaknesses and
crush him with them piece by piece; she watched to understand him.
She watched because she enjoyed watching him. And little by little
he tolerated it, even if her lingering looks continued to unnerve
him, her crystal blue eyes undoing him, rattling him, making him
feel hot and uncomfortable until he had no choice but to stomp off
with a flustered huff. After he started fucking her he'd insist on
keeping the lights off, or he found ways to avoid her eyes because
when he couldn't he didn't know what to do with the reflection he
saw in them, or the affection she was struggling to hide…
But here, now, while she slept, he was safe to watch her. Watch the
gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in and out. Watch
the way her soft blue tresses fell delicately over her eyes, like
spun silk draped over the finest porcelain. He could allow himself
the rare luxury of looking at the gentle curves of her face, the
swell of her cheek, the plumpness of her lips, begging to be
kissed, her fey blue lashes laying closed as she dreamed so
sweetly…
And something boiled inside of him, a swelling black compulsion
that he struggled to suppress, because all he wanted to do was
ravage, to take that delicate beauty and watch it
crumble beneath him, watch as her gentle breathing became
ragged, watch as her hair became matted with sweat, as her cheeks
flushed hot and pink, as her lips parted in sobbing gasps and were
bitten between white teeth, as her lashes fluttered against her
cheeks, her eyes scrunching closed as she arched back and fell
apart with a wailing cry, coming undone, unmade, torn apart and
left in soiled ruins beneath him…
It was a familiar hobby. He'd merely changed targets, no longer
interested in destroying planets.
Just her.
~*~
AN: I've been very busy with work/life, so to make up for
the lack of serious updates, here's a quick little drabble so I
don't get rusty.
Inspired by ay-vb sakura's 365 days - number 78 picture: Bulma
sleeping. Thanks to nofcksgiven for telling me about these
pictures!
