Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Piccolo's Embrace ❯ Coffee and Grape Jam ( Chapter 1 )

The morning light was trickling in through the half-closed curtains. Neither of them had bothered to close the curtains all the way and the window itself was half-open. The cool breeze fluttered the thin, white swathe of clothe in it's wake. Stirring gently, not wishing awaken her, Piccolo lifted her lithe body from his chest and moved her carefully to the side, slipping out of the bed which was actually too small for him. He summoned fresh garments and momentarily left the room.

"Alaura." Piccolo had returned, balancing a tray with a steaming cup of hot coffee, with cream and sugar just the way he knew she liked it, a slice of toast with butter and jam and a bowl of the only cereal he could find in her kitchen. He wasn't what one would call very Martha Stewerty, but he could handle just about any task, however pointless. He held the tray with one hand, and shook her lightly with his other. Finally, she began to rouse and opened her blue eyes. As he came into focus, she smiled timidly, sitting up and pulling the sheet upwards to cover nakedness. "I fixed you something."

She accepted the tray and giggled as she traced a finger across his chest, coming away with a bit of jam stuck to the tip of her finger. "Grape, Piccolo?" She put her finger to her mouth and sucked the sticky sweetness off, "Perfect. You can hardly notice the stain."

He looked away for a moment and back to her, annoyingly, he said; "Well, I never said I was a cook, Alaura."

"I am not asking you to be, Piccolo." She said, as she took a sip of coffee and tried not to gag as she tasted the amount of sugar he'd shoveled in, she would have to teach him, later, that sometimes, less is more. Now was not the moment though. "I think it's charming that you went to such trouble for me. And cocoa puffs as well!" She thought, I'm gonna be bouncing off the walls with all this sugar, but only grinned brighter and shoved a huge spoonful of the crunchy brown orbs into her mouth.

"Well, I have to get going, Alaura." He said, awkwardly, shifting his weight on the edge of the bed, "Training and all that."

She finished chewing and placed the tray to the side, crawling up to him and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "I know what we should do." She tickled his ear with her breath, "We should go dancing."

He jumped up from the bed so abruptly that she had to scramble to keep from falling in a heap onto the floor. She glared up at him, "What was that for?!" She cried, "Something bite you?"

"Let's get one thing straight, Alaura." Piccolo folded his arms across his chest and stared down at her, "Although I love you more than I can ever say.I DO NOT DANCE!"

"Nonsense!" She laughed, and stood up, the sheet twisted around her hips and dragging on the floor. She crossed her own arms under her breasts and looked up into his face. Piccolo wondered, briefly, if she were attempting to be intimidating, which would be comical since her head only reached the center of his chest. As it was, she had to stand on her tip-toes to look him in the eyes. It made her appear cute, not daunting; "You do martial arts don't you?" "That's different."

"No it isn't. It's just a series of movements, right? I mean basically, right? Well, so is dancing. I think you'd like it."

He growled and sighed at the same time. A look of exasperation crossed his features, as if he did not know, exactly, how to deal with her. Finally, he said; "Probably not."

"Piccolo."

"But, if it's so important to you, I'll try it." He couldn't believe the words were actually passing over his mouth and into the air. Was this what being in love was about? Doing idiotic things just to please someone? As soon as he saw the soft smile pass over her lips and the light return to eyes, he had his answer. He shook his head and pulled her into his arms, savoring the feel of her against him as thoughts of last night played over in his mind.

She stood on her tip toes to kiss him and she tasted like coffee and grape jam.