Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Piccolo's Embrace ❯ Expressions Of Love ( Prologue )

She stood at the window. The light filtering in through the curtains cast an eerie glow around and about her figure, rendering her almost angelic. As she stood there, her hands folded prayer-like over her heart and her face tilted slightly upwards, so that the sparkle in her blue eyes could clearly be caught by the fading light of the twilit sky.

He watched her from the bed, her bed to be exact. He had never slept in her house, much less in her bed. His white cape, training weights and turban had been carefully discarded and placed in a corner of her closet. He really did not care about them as he could summon other clothing, if need be, in a matter of seconds. But he noticed, it seemed to make her happy to put his things away for him so he allowed it.

Clad only in a gauzy night shift, the female smiled at him from her place by the window. Piccolo had seen comely human females before but there was just something about this one. He wasn't altogether sure of where the feeling was coming from., but he knew that he wanted this female.even if he wasn't certain just what it was of her he actually desired.

"Are you going to come away from the window?" He asked her, his voice low, husky, like velvet over steel.

She just smiled softly, her eyes held a million stars within them as she stepped from the window and glided on bare feet towards the bed. She sat down on the edge of it, inches from him, their thighs touching. Suddenly shy, she crossed her arms over her breasts, the peaks of which could clearly be seen through the material of her gown, and nervously brushed a strand of her flaxen hair from her eyes.

He did not speak or even breath for a fraction of a second. She took a ragged breath and turned to face him, afraid of what she would see. He looked at her from the corner of his dark eyes, his green skin seemed a shade darker and she thought she noticed his large hand shake just a little bit as he placed it over her own on the bed and squeezed it gently.

"Um." He cleared his throat, tried again, looking away briefly, the antennae on his brow twitched with emotion. "I'm not certain where to go from here, do you.uh.?"

He's just as nervous as I am! She realized with a shocked expression. She instantly felt a hundred times better and began to relax somewhat. They had known each other for so short a time if you counted by hours, days, months. But oh, so long if you counted by the length their spirits had always known each other, any place, any time.

Without thinking, without even considering the consequences of her actions, she pulled her hand out from under his strong green-hued one and ran her fingertips across the skin of his arm and worked her way up to his shoulder, feeling muscles tighten and relax under her feathery touch. She did not look at him as she stroked the side of his face with her other hand, finally lifting the lids of her eyes to see him gazing at her with an expression of awe mixed with desire. She brought her lips, parted and glistening damp from her own saliva when she drew her tongue across them nervously earlier, to his own and felt his breath leave his lungs and enter her through her waiting mouth.

Piccolo could stand it no longer. He wrapped his arms around her delicate form and drew her somewhat roughly to him. With a small gasp, she felt her breasts pressed against the hardness of his chest, and her heart skipped several beats. He felt along the slender softness of her back, trailing his fingers down her spine and feeling her tense up at his touch.

He felt the rounded contours of her shapely buttocks. She made an odd little squeak in her throat and bit down on his bottom lip, sucking experimentally. He growled under his breath and pushed his gray-blue tongue past the barrier of her teeth and into her mouth. She welcomed this intrusion and twirled her own pink tongue around and about his own, forcing him into an erotic battle of wills as their bodies continued to climb the star path towards a paradise neither had ever visited before.

She jumped somewhat when one of his fangs, sharp as needles, accidentally punctured the fragile skin of her lip. She felt the drop of blood as it formed and wasn't prepared for him to lick it up swiftly as if dripped down her chin. She felt herself tremble as he followed the path the droplet might have taken, had it been allowed to survive, with his lips and tongue.

His kisses were soft and sweet and un-trained. She knew he was as new to this as she. She also knew, because she had been around Nameks for some time now, that there was one thing he could not give her. One thing that males of her own species had that he lacked. That all his people lacked. Still, she did not thing he was any less for it. If anything, he was more of a man than any human male she'd ever encountered.

"Oh, Piccolo." She sighed, her voice hardly audible. If he hadn't had such keen hearing he may have never even heard her, so lost as he was in the hot saltiness of the flesh in the hollow of her throat. His own blood pounded in his ears and between his head, making him dizzy and rendering logical thought an impossibility, "I love you so much."

He did not reply, unsure of what to say. He cared for her, that was clear. He had known her from some other time, some other place and felt that their souls were connected from the first moment he laid eyes on her. He had never vocalized his feelings for her, he did not know how, exactly. She had not, either, until this moment. Piccolo knew it was a moment that would forever be engraved across his mind, no matter how old or feeble he became.

Instead of answering her aloud, he continued to explore her body. Without asking her permission, Piccolo pulled the thin straps of her gown off her shoulders and pushed the garment down so that it pooled in gossamer ripples at her waist, baring her chest and stomach to his ministrations. He looked at her for a moment, taking in the sight of faintly flushed skin and the shudder of her left breast as her heart pounded beneath it. He noticed her blue eyes, so very beautiful to him, were half-closed and the blue hidden by shadows of her own making. Piccolo kissed the hollow of her throat, working his way downward.

He marveled in her small sighs and cries of pleasure as his fingers found the softness of her full breasts and ran a tentative finger across one nipple, feeling it's peak strain upwards into his grasp, becoming hard and soft at the same time under him. Piccolo bent his head down and tasted the tiny bud, to which she arched her back in delight, almost unwillingly, and he passed his tongue around and around it, savoring her taste and the feel of her flesh under his mouth. He touched her thigh with one hand as he continued to discover the peaks and valleys of her skin with his lips and tongue. He bit her gently on the stomach, noticing the soft ripple of flesh as her hands fluttered in the air above him, seemingly unsure of what they were suppose to be doing. She moved them across his large, muscular shoulders, down wards towards his face. At last, she brought them to play tenderly with the tips of his tapered ears and with his quivering antennae.

Piccolo shuddered almost violently as she stroked his antennae, he could not explain the feelings coursing through him as she continued to fondle him in that way, but if asked, he would possibly compare the feelings to the first taste of cold, fresh water after a drought, the feeling of beating a foe in a battle everyone, including himself, had little hope that he would win. Almost like the exciting, euphoric sensation he got upon powering up. It was like those emotions, but different, richer, better.

Piccolo knew, as he brought his head up once more to stare into her face, that this emotion, this feeling, this experience, was something he would treasure in his memories forever. This time, she growled, though it sounded cute coming out of her throat, not fierce and aggressive as if from his own, and she grabbed his shoulders, pulled him towards her and vehemently claimed his mouth with her own.

Piccolo decided it was in his best course of action to allow her to have her way.