Shattered Glass

Written By: Namek Kaia

Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, I'm not the owner of Dragonball Z. Or else I would have put a lot more of Piccolo in it!

Disclaimer Numba Two: I also don't own any of the songs feature in this fic. That goes for previous and future chapters as well.

Note:

Sentences in italics - thoughts

Words in italics - stressed words

The songs inserted in this chapter aren't really there for any particular reason except to let you know what song is playing during what's happening. So if those sorts of things bother you, just skip right over them and continue reading the fic. I do it sometimes, too ^^

I sincerely want to apologize for my lack of update this… *counts* six months! I've had a lot going on between school, work, and just the everyday problems that life brings us all at some point or another. I really appreciate those of you who have tolerated me and my laziness this long. You guys are great! And I give thanks from the bottom of my heart that I still have readers. Oh, and be prepared for a long chapter. And you have now been officially warned that it's a lemon. So no one can say you weren't given fair warning. ^^v

**On one other note (yes, I'll shut up soon), I was recently asked in a review about Piccolo's "anatomy", so in answer to that review, I've given my explanation on what I believe. So head on down to the Review Responses at the end of the chapter. If you scan through, you'll eventually catch it. **

Chapter Five

Broken - Part I

Piccolo didn't know what to say. He just stood with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes on her and a dumfounded look on his face.

Did I misunderstand him? Maybe he really did leave because... she thought in panic when he didn't say anything. He hadn't even moved. "Was part of the reason you left because...you found me...undesirable?" she asked nervously as her eyes left his.

Her question managed to confuse him more. She would think that after what had happened? I lost all control because of my desire for her. "Of course not, Andréa. Why would you think such a thing?" he asked, almost too harshly.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't really realized she had been thinking aloud until he had answered her. And like her question, her answer was instinctive and nearly automatic. "Because... I dunno. Guys like their girls… small."

"But you are small…" he argued.

"I mean… most guys have to feel some sort of dominance when they're with a woman. They don't like women that are built like… like this", she gestured toward her well-toned physique.

"You're in perfect physical condition. Don't human men prefer healthy mates?"

"Health, yes. Bulging muscles, no. Guys like girls that are like… Videl, and Erasa, and Bulma Briefs when she was 10 years younger. With the way she ages, she still looks like she's 25. Guys probably still would want her, if not for her husband."

Piccolo gave a visible shudder at the mention of Bulma. The woman drove him nuts. How the hell did Vegeta stand her? Guess they were two of the same kind. His thoughts turned back to the woman before him. What man alive wouldn't want her? Her body was as close to perfection as one could possibly get, but what always held his gaze was her dark eyes. They were filled with such sadness, such loneliness. That was something he could relate to. "I don't see anything wrong with you, Andréa."

"Then why did you leave?" she asked, sounding a little hurt.

"I told you the reason why I left. I thought if I stayed that I would hurt you worse than Dar could have," he responded.

"You wouldn't have..."

"But you were pleading with me to stop! I heard you," he protested.

Confused and not sure she had heard him correctly, she lifted her head so that their eyes met again. "I was pleading with you not to stop. You're aggressiveness didn't frighten me, it..." she trailed off and heat burned at her cheeks as she softly bit her bottom lip, "it turned me on." She couldn't manage to hold his gaze any longer and finally had to look away. When he remained silent, an awed look molding his face, she decided to make the move and break the quiet of the room. "So you don't think I'm unattractive or that my muscles are unfeminine?"

"No," he answered simply, utterly confused by the situation and not really knowing how else to respond.

She stood on her tiptoes and tilted her head so that her lips barely reached the base of his ear. "Do you still desire me?" she asked in an almost nervous whisper.

"Is that an invitation?" he questioned in return, his tone an fraction deeper than usual.

"Only if you say yes," she answered as her eyes met his. She blinked in what seemed like slow motion, and her dark, long lashes brushed her rosy cheeks before her beautiful chocolate eyes opened to him again. Eyes that he could happily and willingly drown in. He couldn't help but wonder how such a small, innocent act could be so damned alluring.

His mouth slowly lowered to hers to merely brush their lips together. "Yes," he whispered before tipping her chin up and softly kissing her. She was surprised with how gently he moved his lips against hers. It wasn't a deep kiss of hunger as it had been before, and yet it wasn't a chaste kiss. His hand cupped her cheek and eased her face closer to deepen the kiss, teasingly licking the length of her bottom lip with his tongue.

At that, her mouth opened slightly at the mere sensation of his velvety tongue, unknowingly allowing his entrance. Her head nearly swam as he explored the depths of her mouth, her heart already offbeat with anticipation. How was it that he manifested these feelings from her, no matter how he touched her? Whether he was rough and passionate or soft and relaxed, she practically turned to mush in his arms. He made her feel so inexperienced. She felt nervous, anxious, passionate, and uncertain all at once. She felt like a virgin.

Her arms awkwardly stayed at her side as he continued to probe her mouth with languid motions. His first goal had been her tongue, darting their tips together teasingly to draw hers out so he could catch it with his lips before releasing it again. A soft moan reverberated in her throat as he explored her mouth thoroughly, licking her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and the backs of her teeth. He caught her bottom lip and gave it a small nip before pulling back and seeing the longing expression on her face.

Andréa had been so caught up in their kiss that it wasn't until now that she noticed his right arm held her to him by her waist. She could easily feel the evidence of his need pressing against her stomach. Her eyes fluttered open to see that his gaze was intent on her, eyes lidded with unbearable lust. His hands slid down her arms and held her hands, bringing them up around his neck. He then let his hands roam down to pick her up by her behind so that legs wrapped around his middle, causing his hardness to come in contact with the apex of her thighs. She couldn't help but to sigh at the feeling.

His skillful hands ground their hips together, and they both moaned softly. He knew it had to be the dumbest question he ever would ask her or at least the dumbest he had yet to ask her, but he had to ask it anyway to make sure there were no doubts about intentions this time. "Andréa... are you sure this is what you want? I won't force you."

"Of course I want this," she responded, her hands now roaming his chest, admiring his unique skin tone and the muscles underneath her fingertips. She rested her forehead on his and let her eyes flutter close again. "Make love to me, Piccolo. Please..."

Her words made his sex twitch in the confines of his blue jeans and he could barely think enough to form the words in his mind. "Where's your bedroom?"

"Down the hall to the left," she directed, lowering her lips to his neck in encouragement. She thought it odd that he had asked for the bedroom when he could have taken her right there on the floor or on the couch. 'Hell, I wouldn't mind if he just took me right now, against the wall,' she mused as he strode toward the back of the room, regretfully taking one hand off her hind end to open the door.

As he carried her to the bedroom, his arms now around her waist, they looked more like a father was carrying his young child to bed instead of soon-to-be lovers awaiting the pleasure of one another. It could have been the difference in their sizes, or perhaps it was the way he held her in his arms, like she was too fragile to be held any other way.

He entered the bedroom and from his position he could already see the foot of the bed in the distance of the large, burgundy-colored room. With her still in his arms, he glanced around after walking to the main part of the room, trying to become comfortable with his surroundings.

At his left was her vanity and bureau, both with immaculate wood staining and an expensive-looking stereo system sitting atop the bureau. Behind him to his right was an open door that led to her large bathroom, now shrouded in darkness. A king-sized bed donned with rich purple sheets and midnight blue pillows was made in the middle of the wall that was to his right, engulfed in the soft moonlight from the large window on the far side of the room. Night-stands made with the same wood as her vanity and bureau stood a foot away on each side of the bed; one littered with several personal items and the other looking barren and untouched.

After kicking out of their black boots, soundless feet padded across the floor to her bed. Strong arms carefully laid her on top the lavender satin of the sheets and regretfully released her. He then sat at her side, pausing to again absorb her visage that was now enhanced by the beams of moonlight. No lights were flicked on. He knew they both could see well enough with such dim illumination.

She turned to him, now laying on her side with her head propped in her left hand. Unknowingly, her new position had shifted her bra so that he could now see almost all of her right breast, her left appearing more full from being pressed against the mattress by her body's weight. He almost couldn't tear his eyes away long enough to admire the rest of her gorgeous body.

Her own eyes scanned his body in admiration with a smile crossing her lips so beautiful that he had to hold back a smirk when her eyes met his again. Without a word or a break in eye contact, Piccolo leaned back and slipped his black muscle shirt off in one skillful move, and her eyes couldn't help but to drink in his newly visible skin. The contrasting pinks and greens greatly fascinated her. He was definitely the most unique man she had ever met.

A perfect green chest gave way to a slim stomach with delicious-looking pink abs. His shoulders, forearms, and biceps had the same pink covering and she couldn't help but be curious. Her right hand hesitantly reached for his stomach, her fingertips running along the skin over his muscles. The feel of him captivated her. His coverings were not only smooth to the touch but also tough, protecting the pronounced muscles underneath. Yet, they were still pliable enough to leave an indented trail from the pressure of her traveling finger. It was absolutely mesmerizing.

Piccolo now leaned back on both his hands, watching her examine him with great interest as he reveled in the feel of her touch. It was so erotic, the way she made him feel while she was touching him with such innocence. He was hard pressed to decide whether he would have her continue her innocent exploration or change to a more aggressive touch. After a few moments, he came to the decision that he would take his time with her. There was no sense in rushing the one thing he might not ever get the chance to do again. He didn't bother to hide the half-smile that spread across his lips at the thought that he was about to lose his virginity to such a beautiful woman.

Just before he could raise his hand to cup her cheek again, he sighed as she leaned forward and kissed the first prominent muscle of his abdomen. The sensation he felt was as if his nerve endings were on high-sensory mode. He was very aware of everywhere she was touching him. Her lips were praising his midsection, her bent position unintentionally causing her breasts to brush every so slightly over his hip. Her wavy hair cascaded over his stomach and it was very possible that he could feel the movement of each individual strand. It was breathtaking.

It wasn't long before she had moved upward to his chest, causing his eyes to close and his head to roll backwards as she nipped at the underside of his pectoral. With his attention distracted, she lifted her leg over him so that a knee on either side of his hips supported her weight as she loomed over him, showering his torso with slow kisses. His arms unlocked and he lowered his upper body weight to his elbows when she continued on to his neck. He nearly collapsed when she nipped his neck and lowered her hips to his. Heat radiated from between her legs in such a way that he could feel it even through his clothing.

His hands went to her hips and traveled up her back until they reached the thin fabric of her bra. With one swift move, he reached around to her chest and pulled the clasp undone. Slowly pealing the cups away, he admired every inch of newfound skin as she sat back for him so he could slip the garment down her arms. The way his hands moved over her muscles stirred something within her and gave her goose bumps. His lips bordered on a smile at the sight of her skin tightening with her shiver and her nipples growing taut with the wave of sensations that passed over her. It was like she was both scorching hot and refreshingly cool in the same moment.

"Thanks for not ripping that one," she mentioned playfully and smiled down at him, sitting motionless atop him in the glory of her near nudity. The only thing she wore now was the scant piece of cloth that barely passed for panties.

From her wrists, his hands moved to her hips and caressed up to her stomach, brushing his thumbs across the swell of her breasts. "I didn't mean to rip the other," he said in a low, deep voice, teasingly running the tip of a claw along the underside of her breast.

She whimpered and bit her lip softly, slightly arching into his touch. "Please..." she pleaded shakily.

He smirked. "Please, what?" Again she whimpered and, grinding against him, tried not to let him see her blush. "You have to tell me or I won't know what you're asking," he explained in a luring tone.

"Please... touch me," she whispered, her cheeks flushing a faint pink.

"Touch you where?" he urged, sitting up so he was looking down at her. He traced a thumb over her bottom lip. "Here?" he asked and leaned in to kiss her. "Or here?" he asked as the hand at her breast finally grazed her nipple and massaged softly at the full mound, eliciting a mew of pleasure against his mouth. He again kissed her with more passion than before. "Or here?" she heard him whisper. But before she could be surprised, he had slipped a hand between them, pushed her panties to the side, and opened her incredibly moist folds. She moaned and ground her hips to his receding hand, eager for more of the contact that she was denied. His hand returned to her breast, teasing her there with feather touches. "Where?"

She burned with the aftereffects of hot, scorching pleasure. Her mind was clouded and her heartbeat wouldn't calm. How can I feel so much pleasure when he has only barely touched me? she pondered. If she did not get her emotions under control, she might become far too gone sooner than she should. She wanted to enjoy this, but above all she wanted to remember it; the way he felt, the way he smelled, the way he made love to her... everything. Finally her half lidded eyes turned to his. "Everywhere."

His arms wrapped around her and pressed their chests together. For a fleeting moment, they stared, searching each other's eyes before their lips came together in a deep and passionate kiss. Tongues danced and lips moved almost wildly together in their union. She pulled back panting heavily, her eyes unwilling to open. And though she couldn't see him, she heard his own heavy pants and felt his eyes running over her form. There was only one thing in his way...

Suddenly, soft cool sheets caressed her back and a refreshing breeze greeted her most intimate parts. Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped when she found that her underwear was flying across the room, having been thrown over his shoulder after being removed. Thoughts of how he had managed such a thing without her help or even her awareness were vanquished as his lips descended upon hers again. His fingers entwined themselves in her hair while he settled between her welcoming thighs. With them in this position, she almost wished he would just skip the foreplay and get right into the nitty gritty of the act... almost.

As he began kissing along her jaw line, she tried to be subtle by sneaking her hand between their bodies, slowly moving it down to where his hips hovered over hers. For once, she was thankful that he was leaning on his elbows and knees, and not lying directly onto her. She carefully took his earlobe into her mouth and teased it with her tongue to add distraction from her hand, which skillfully unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Leaning back so she could watch his face, she lifted her feet to his hips and gracefully pushed his pants down to his knees. She nearly gasped again...he wasn't even wearing underwear.

Both their eyes grew wide in surprise; his shock from the aggressiveness of her actions and hers from seeing the amazing sight that she herself had revealed. She knew from the grinding and the feel of him through his pants that he was 'above par' in that area, but she never imagined what she was seeing now. She was speechless, and all those nervous feelings that had just became a dull roar ignited and blazed in her chest. Even more overpowering was how the beautiful scene fueled her need for him. In the moonlight, she could see his thick sex pressing proudly against the pink coverings of his abdomen. The defined muscles of his legs flexing under his weight made an amazing sight as well. He was absolutely gorgeous.

The strong baritone of his voice was what finally snapped her out of her admiration. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?" She blushed, realizing he probably thought she had been staring at him with her mouth frozen in a gasp ever since she had removed his pants.

"I... you... it's just... wow," she stuttered before sighed deeply and somehow finding the will to look into his eyes. "No,nothing's wrong. Just...please, don't stop now," she pleaded, running her hand down his chest. With that, he kicked the clothes from his legs and finally ripped the infernal garment that humans called a 'du rag' away from his head.

A blush colored her cheeks again at the knowledge that they were now both completely naked with each other. With Piccolo, all that she had come accustomed to in the act of lovemaking seemed to have turned to dust and blown away. Because now, she had no idea how to act. Something was holding her back from taking the aggressive, and for once she had no real other choice but to allow someone else to lead her to ecstasy.

She heaved a sigh of desire as he kissed her cheeks, which were burning so hotly that his lips almost felt cool in comparison. He then showered her face with little butterfly kisses, kissing her eyelids, her nose, and finally her mouth. His teeth softly nipped at her chin before he descended to her neck, eagerly sucking at the pulse that he could feel racing just beneath her skin. Her head tilted away from him to give him better access, a change which he took full advantage of.

Andréa couldn't tell whether or not he knew her neck was one of her erogenous zones, but his attentions to her throat were driving her wild. She eagerly tried to pull his hips to hers, but he would always pull back teasingly as he smirked into her neck before continuing. Getting frustrated, she pushed him to the side and rolled with him so that their positions had reversed only to have him repeat her methods and loom over her with a smirk. They had moved to the other side of the bed where the sheets were cool against her back, and it would have been comfortable had it not been for something protruding into her back.

When she squirmed and reached behind her to remove it, soft music started to pour across the room from her stereo system. It wasn't loud to her, but she had picked up from the way he acted at the nightclub that he had acute hearing. Finally she had twisted her arm enough to reach the remote and ran her fingers over the arrangement of buttons to figure out where the stop key was. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

He held her small wrist in his hand as a sign of interruption. "It's okay. It doesn't bother me if you'd rather have music. I don't care as long as I can still hear you," he mentioned into the darkness.

She could feel a shift of weight, but didn't really think anything of it. "What do you mean-..." Again she was interrupted, this time by the overpowering sensation of his lips closing over her right breast. Her back arched almost completely off the bed toward his mouth as she moaned loudly, and he took the opportunity to wrap her in his arms. His tongue swirled around her nipple before moving lower to lick the underside of her breast before his lips followed.

He then licked up the valley of her breasts as he looked into her eyes, proud of the lust and passion that the moonlight reflected from them. "That," he answered her unfinished question before paying homage to her other breast. Finally she grew relaxed and rested her weight in his strong arms. Without her sight, her hearing became attune to the sounds of rustling sheets, their heavy breathing, and the low music flowing through the room.

...Everything you are

Everything you'll be

Touches the current of love

So deep in me

Every sigh in the night,

Your most innocent kiss

Or your sweetest caress

Seduces me

All that you do, seduces me...

Her fingertips ran along his muscular arms as his mouth continued lower to her stomach, kissing each pronounced muscle he came upon and tracing them with his tongue. Her gasps and moans renewed, and she tried to move into his touch, but his arms held her firmly in place. He nipped lightly at her sides before returning to her middle and slowly dipping his tongue into her navel. She groaned and again tried to rise to his mouth, again to be denied.

His arms now pressed her hips to the bed to render them immobile. His lips made feather-light kisses across her lower abdomen, then blew against the newly wet skin and paused to soak in the sounds of her pleasure. After the small chill had passed through her body, his nose moved lower to her tiny patch of trimmed curls and inhaled the intoxicating smell of her need for him. Her scent was so enticing he had to restrain himself from lowering his mouth and drinking from her until she came in his arms.

Finally he had gained enough control of himself and moved his mouth past the place she wanted him most, continuing down the inside of her right thigh to nip and kiss at her muscles. He licked the pit of her knee before raking his teeth down the length of her calf. Then, his mouth made the journey back up her other leg.

Andréa felt like she was about to drown in her own desire. She was floored with passion and he had yet to even touch her most intimate of places. How could he make her feel this way with such small kisses and caresses? Even his slow attentions to her long legs drove her mad with want, with insatiable need. None of the other men she had been with had paid such attention to her body like he did. But then again, Piccolo was not just another man. In fact, he wasn't a man at all, and it seemed to be proving as a plus instead of a negative. He was just so very... different.

The music faded and left them in momentary silence as the stereo began to find another song from her massive collection. Then, as if he had planned it, he returned to the apex of her thighs just as the blinking machine whirred in its ending search, wasting no time in parting her deliciously wet folds with his tongue. Her eyes flew wide open and nearly closed again as her pleasured roar ripped through the room just before the next song started. He nearly had trouble keeping her hips to the bed when they bucked toward his mouth forcefully, but he succeeded in his continuous teasing, making her wait for what she wanted.

...If I could have just a moment of you

Would I be wanting...more?

If I could have just a taste of you

Would I be...addicted?

If I could have just a touch of you

Could I tear myself...away? ...

He lapped at her wetness and almost felt dizzy at the taste of her, his antennae twitching occasionally as they swayed with his movements. The mix of her luscious taste and sweet scent drove him raving with passion, and he couldn't help but let himself slip a little despite his former intentions to move slowly. Her cries urged him on as his tongue delved into her entrance and moved in a slow circle to caress her walls before pulling back slightly to memorize every curve and crevice of her sex. Her lower body sporadically jerked upward as he explored her sensitive flesh, and her throaty shouts of ecstasy easily stifling the powerful sound of the guitar and drums that bumped out of the speakers.

Although his breath flowed over her wet skin was sending cold chill after cold chill shooting up her spine, her body was aflame with raw passion. The new experience of receiving oral attentions was mind-blowing for her, and all she could do was clutch the sheets, call out his name between her moans, and ride the torturously slow ecstasy she was being brought to. She could already feel her release build and tighten in her belly and she prayed to Dende above that she would be allowed it. She needed it.

His erection throbbed against his stomach to the point where it was almost painful. But he tried to concentrate on only her need, knowing that she needed this before he went any further with her. She needed to be as relaxed as possible when he first entered her. Though, he thought if that didn't happen relatively soon, he would surely die from neglect. It was him that was pleasuring her, though he felt like he could reach release from merely listening to those ardent cries that endlessly sounded from her luscious mouth. What had she done to him? Why didn't he feel like himself anymore?

Breathing for her became gasp after gasp as he drank from her like he hadn't had water for days. Her entire body tingled from the rush of her blood and anticipation of her upcoming release. It drove her insane. He drove her insane. She wanted it to finally end and never stop in the same instant. She felt torn and passionate and wanted. And she loved every second of it.

...If I could have just a breath of you

Would you, could you ...infect me?

If I could have just a view of you

Would you leave your door...ajar?

If I could have just a part of you

Let me drink from your...tides...

Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore of this torturous ecstasy, his tongue licked the length of her cleft and the tip pressed just south of her clit. She shuddered and bucked toward him again, mindlessly crying out his name. Heat engulfed her anew, and she was now climbing, far beyond the point of no return. The room spun and her vision blurred, forcing her to close her eyes against the dizziness that infected her mind. It was almost too much, and yet not even close to enough.

Using her newfound level of pleasure as a distraction, he moved one arm that was wrapped around her hip so he could slip two fingers past her entrance as he licked a slow circle around the pulsing bud. At last, he abandoned his teasing and flicked his tongue across her before suckling softly, his fingers working her in a slow rhythm. He could feel the tightness of her building release washing through her, and he urged her on by adding a third finger and nipping at her hot flesh.

With that, she arched into him and shrieked her pleasure into the darkness. As he took her ascending that final rise that would lead to her climax, she felt like the string of a bow; taut, stretched, and prepared for release given the slightest shift. And that shift finally came as he raked his fangs against her clit and his nails down her sheath as he slowly pulled his digits from her. She cried out again just as she was about to fall into bliss, only to be left hanging in midair between the ultimate pleasure and the immeasurable peak he had brought her to. Tears formed behind her eyes from the sensations. It wasn't like anything she had ever felt before, not even when she pleasured herself on lonely nights abroad. It was painful ecstasy... momentary godliness. It was amazing...

He groaned as he felt her walls hug his fingers in foreshadowing of her completion. The Namek warrior had never known the pleasure of a woman before tonight, and each new discovery roused him further. But this, the way she felt as her walls held him tightly and her body grew so tight that every muscle flexed in unison, was by far the most erotic find so far.

...Comfortable spot

When I got you hot

Oh, you feel so sweet

From your head to your feet

You're face is turning red

Now my appetite's fed...

It nearly surprised her when whatever it was that was holding her suspended slipped slightly only a moment before her soul was sent flying upward, then came crashing back down to result in the most amazing orgasm that had ever wracked her body. Her pleasure rose to such a level that she'd thought she would die from its heights, and yet, she finally felt free. Like this was what the highest level of ecstasy was really supposed to be. Like this was the place she had always searched for and hadn't been allowed until now. And it was all because of him, this male that seemed somewhat familiar without her knowing him.

It wasn't until she started to float back to reality that she found out the dull roar she had been hearing was actually her own screams of passion. Her body ran hot with embarrassment and a blushed colored her cheeks with the knowledge of how she had let herself go so far out of her control. She looked down her body at her new lover, his large frame highlighted beautifully in the soft moonlight. His fingers still worked in and out of her to further her pleasure and his face rested against the inside of her left thigh, his heavy breathing flowing across her cooling skin.

She wanted him next to her, to warm her again now that the chill of the night started to overpower the heat from her fulfilled lust, but she couldn't move. Right now, she could hardly speak. Once he saw her looking down at him over her heaving chest, his fingers disengaged and he began kissing up her body until he reached her lips. His tongue darted into her gaping mouth, letting her taste herself, and his arms held her close to him again. At first, she could barely respond to the kiss, the aftereffects of her powerful orgasm still lingering. But finally, she returned the kiss with the same passion he showed through their lip lock.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and brought him down on her until their chests pressed together. Andréa was the first to break away breathless, caressing his face softly as he moved his hips between her legs. He was about to ask for her reassurance again before continuing when her hand reached between them and wrapped around his hardness to begin stroking him slowly. She almost gasped; seeing him was much different than touching him this intimately. His body tightened and he couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his mouth to flow against hers. If she kept this up, he wouldn't be able to last long enough to finish the night like he wanted.

Before he could lose himself in her touch, he quickly grabbed her hand and made her release him. At her confused, bordering-hurt look, he brought her hand to his lips and softly kissed its palm, moving to her fingertips. His lips kissed each fingertip before drawing her forefinger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it sensually. She gave a small moan, and he nipped at the tip before continuing up inside her arm where the skin was even softer. Strong arms wrapped around her again and pulled her to him again so he could lick at her neck. Immediately, a rush of desire flowered between her legs and she grew wet again. Maybe he did know that her neck was one of her erogenous zones.

...When you're satisfied

That's when I'll give you more

It's gonna rain

Let it pour...

His hands moved down her body and rested on her hips, pulling their lower bodies together so that his tip moved along her cleft. She shivered and arched upward to take him in, but he pulled back. His face came within centimeters of hers and one hand reached up to cup her cheek, a sign of affection that she was growing quite used to. "Are you sure?" he asked.

Her eyes blazed and she opened her mouth to yell at him for asking such an absurd question, but then she finally caught a glimpse of his dark eyes in the moonlight. They were filled with such unfulfilled lust that it amazed her. He was practically shaking with need and yet, here he was, asking for permission a second time to make sure she wanted this. His consideration touched her heart in ways she didn't know it could be touched. There was no use in hiding her smile.

"Piccolo..." she started as she mimicked the soft caresses his hand still made against her cheek. "I've never wanted anyone in my life more than I want you right now. Take me… please," she whispered breathlessly to him, blushing as she realized how corny she sounded, like something out of a cheesy romance novel. It nearly surprised her when his lips came crashing down onto hers in a passionate kiss. He wanted her badly, so badly that he almost set his whole plan aside so he could just thrust into her like mad until they both came apart in each other's arms, saving what he had in mind for later. But he realized that later may never come, and that this could be his only chance to have her like this, or any other way for that matter. This was what allowed him to have such control over his urges.

Slowly, he pushed past her entrance enough to allow her to get comfortable with his size, and he nearly collapsed with the feel of her velvety sheath enveloping him in such delicious wetness and warmth. Careful not to hurt her, he withdrew, but not completely, and moved into her again. He created an incredibly slow pace and used no more of his girth than he started with until he was sure she was ready to take in more of him.

When he felt her relax around him, he slid his way in completely. Again, she arched into him as if trying to take more of him than was possible when he growled and pressed his face against her neck. 'Not yet... not now,' he thought as he tried desperately to regain his composure. Because he was so built up with lust for her, he was on the verge of climax from simply being within her depths. She was becoming impatient with his lack of movement and rotated her hips in a circle, moving him in and out of her. Frantically, he grabbed her hips and forced them down against the bed. "No! Stop..." he choked out, breathing heavily against her neck. "Don't move."

"What? What's wrong?" she asked softly, stroking the back of his neck. As she felt the tightness there, she understood. She only felt a little disappointed, and decided to be comforting to him. "It's okay," she finally whispered. "You can... I'll understand."

He nearly smirked. A small disagreement would give him something else to think about besides how extremely good it felt to be inside her. "No. You deserve better than that...." He paused to draw back from her neck and cupped the back of her head to bring their faces closer. "And I have every intention of trying to give you the best that I can offer," he finished and kissed her hungrily as he started to rock slowly against her.

...I see us inside of each other

I feel my unconscious merge with yours

And I hear a voice say, "What's his is hers"

I'm falling into you

And it feels so good, falling into you...

The feel of him moving within her was amazing and so breathtaking that she had to frantically pull back from the kiss just to breathe. Moan after moan reverberated off the wall, along with shouts of his name. Her nails nearly dug into the skin of his arms as her legs wrapped around his slim waist to allow him deeper, and they both moaned in unison with his next thrust. She tried to move her hips upward to meet his, but he kept their bodies so close that there was little she could do herself except lay there and revel in the sensations of having him within her. One thing she couldn't understand was how this was so new to her. Somehow this felt far different than any other time she had laid with someone. Never before was she so attune to her lover's movements, feeling the way every inch of him moved as he made love to her. It was like something had heightened her senses beyond belief.

His thrusts were long, his length pulling almost completely out before slowly pushing in again. The sound of his soft grunts mingled with her low moans to sound as one. For him, being inside her felt so incredibly good that there were no words he could manage to explain it. She was softer and warmer than anything he had ever known. Not to mention oh so deliciously wet with desire. And that was only what she felt like. The way her body responded to even the smallest of his moves and how her face scrunched and relaxed with passion was beautiful. She was beautiful, amazingly so. Against his mouth, he could feel her heartbeat pacing erratically while her body temperature rose and fell like she didn't know what to feel. And to be honest with himself, he didn't either. All he could be sure of was that he was caught up in the world that was Andréa, and he didn't want to leave any time soon.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and she was nearly startled to see him staring down into her eyes. His pace slowed to a near stop and without breaking eye contact, he unwrapped one of her legs from his waist and hitched it over his arm to ease himself deeper within her passage. They moaned into the other's mouth as his lips passionately took hers. If she hadn't been so wracked with pleasure, she would think it sweet how gentle he was being with her. So just for now, she allowed herself to pretend that he did so because he felt more than mere lust for her. That his heart soared with the same feelings that currently gave her heart wings and the freedom to fly. Because, to her, lovemaking was as close as she could get to ever actually being in love, and she considered it the only way to tell how a man really felt about her. Piccolo was by far the most passionate and caring lover she had ever come to know. And as hard as she tried not to, she couldn't help but to think that these feelings that he stirred within her were none other but love.

...Under you,

I feel your breath move in, out slowly

Under you,

Let go completely, feeling you take over me

Take over me...

Piccolo was trying desperately to keep his thoughts straight, to keep hold on that hair-thin line that was reality. But he couldn't ignore every slight movement she made, every waft of her scent, or the echo of every sound that came from her. To him, she was an enigma that he couldn't get enough of. It was all he could do not to lose himself and let loose the part of him that wanted nothing more than to pound into her until neither of them could move. He knew better though. Andréa could be his only chance at such intimacy, and he couldn't think of a more perfect person to share it with. Deep within him, he wished it didn't have to be just once. Some very small part of him wanted this to go on for much longer.

It had been a while since he had kissed her and she was beginning to miss the feel of his lips. So again her eyes opened against the darkness to see his face wrinkled with concentration. Her hand softly caressed his brow, and his eyes slowly opened as his breath hitched at her touch. "Don't think... just do," she whispered and leaned into his hand as its thumb stroked her cheekbone.

"It's more complicated than that," he murmured against her lips, not able to resist the constant urge to kiss her.

"What's there to be complicated? In, out, moan, sigh. It's not complicated at all..." she replied when he freed her lips, speaking in between pants and in rhythm with his thrusts. The tone she used at just the right pace was enough to make him groan against her mouth. And he nearly let it slip how cute he thought her words were. His pride thanked him for not doing so. Instead, he released her hand from his cheek and kissed her palm before placing it above her head and lacing their fingers together.

She loved it, everything he did. The way he moved over her as he pleasured the both of them. The way he squeezed her hand occasionally, almost affectionately. The way he kissed her like she was the only woman in the world. It was just all so... unreal and romantic. She wouldn't trade anything for the way he was making her feel. Being under him was such a wonderful feeling that she didn't know how to react when her leg was freed and he rolled them into opposite positions. She could only gasp and stare down at him in wonder like it was the most unlikely thing he could have done. But she had to admit that the sensation of the head of his sex pressing against her womb was beyond wonderful.

...The candy-sweetness scent of you

It bathes my skin. I'm stained in you

And all I have to do is hold you

There's a racing within my heart

And I am barely touching you...

He smirked at her confused expression, amusement tickling his throat so much that he almost chuckled. "I didn't think...I just did. Isn't that what you wanted?" he asked.

"Well, yes... but," she started only to be cut off by the gasp she released as he held her hips to lift her off him, followed by a groan as he gently lowered her back down onto him. It was painfully slow, but that didn't seem to matter compared to the feel of sheathing him completely. She couldn't put into words how incredible it felt to have him inside her, stretching her walls so that she molded to his size. The thickness of his shaft along with his paced thrusts gave new meaning to what she thought the act of sex was. Pleasure, desire, and satisfaction were part of it, but he had proved to her that there was so much more. There was emotion, romance, care, consideration, and skill. What was once just an act was now an art. This is what she had been denied. This is what she had been longing for.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize she was riding him until he groaned and squeezed her hips. It was like mindless motion as she kept the pace slow but bucked hard against him, pushing him in and out of her with shallow and forceful thrusts. Her head tipped back as she released the sounds of her pleasure into the night, drowning in that feel of him that she couldn't get enough of.

Her motions had soon become so rough that his fangs were bared with every strangled hiss and growl. His back arched with his attempts to let her have total control, and his nails dug into the skin at her hips nearly hard enough to draw blood. She didn't seem to notice at all, and he realized that she was nowhere near as close to climax as he was. He had to slow her rhythm somehow, but he enjoyed their current position far more than he cared to admit. White teeth gleamed in the moonlight as he gave a small grin at the idea of his solution.

...The moonlight plays upon your skin

A kiss that lingers takes me in

Breath in, breathe out

There is no sound

We move together, up and down

We levitate, our bodies soar

Our feet don't even touch the floor...

Andréa's eyes flashed open when she couldn't feel the silk of the sheets beneath her knees anymore. Her body was as still as stone as they both rose above the bed to hover in midair with her legs dangling over his hips. Fear and panic rose in her and shone through eyes that danced around the room like they recognized nothing around her. "Piccolo?"

His grin slowly faded when realized her reaction. He rose so that he could encircle her in his strong arms and kiss her soft lips in attempts to soothe her. "It's all right. I'll take us back down if you want."

"You are doing this?" she asked in amazement. She had heard of such things, but had never actually seen it with her own eyes.

"It's one of my…" he paused to search for the right word "… abilities."

A smirk shaped her lips and her arms slinked around his neck. "Makes me wonder what other 'abilities' you haven't shown me yet." As if he heard it before she had spoken it, he receded from her depths and gave a powerful thrust, earning a breathless moan from her soft lips. His hands forced her hips downward on his sex in time with his every thrust while his mouth worshipped every inch of her skin that it could reach.

In an ironic change, Piccolo found Andréa far closer to the edge than he. His thrusts slowed to a near stop as he regretfully lowered them both to the sheets. He heard her whimper when she felt him about to stop. "Piccolo… no. Please don't… "

He interrupted her with a kiss, then made a shushing noise against her lips. "Soon… very soon. I promise. Trust me." Slowly, almost hesitantly, he withdrew from her warmth and was suddenly overcome with an odd feeling of emptiness. It was like he had lost something that he didn't know he had. But he ignored the feeling, along with her tiny whimpers of protest.

...I love the way your body feels

On top of mine

So take your time

We got all night

Girl you know I like it slow

And I know you like it too, baby...

As he moved out from under her, he lifted her so that she stood on her knees, craning her head upward as he did the same. She too felt the aching emptiness as he left her, and some small part of her feared he was going to leave her like this. Soon, she felt some sense of relief when he kissed his way around her body until he kneeled directly behind her. She could feel his desire pressing against her lower back, and she pressed her weight against the firmness of his muscles.

Her face tilted upward to join their lips in a kiss that called out in longing for the other. Not releasing her lips, and despite the need that burned through him, his hands slowly reached around her to part her knees and caress his way up the inside of her thighs. His fingers traveled teasingly upward in her moist folds and circled around her clit before receding. She whimpered his name as her body shook with incredible need. His lips left hers to make a slow trail down her back as he sat on his heels and pulled her toward him so that he rested between her shapely legs. He continued to nibble and kiss at her back when his hand gripped her hips and lifted her so that the head of his sex pressed against her entrance. He held her there in a moment of suspense for them both.

She gasped when he lowered her onto his shaft, and then released a moan so loud that he wouldn't be surprised if Dende himself had caught wind of it. Her back arched eagerly against him for him to begin moving, her legs in such a position that she could do nothing but wait for him to release the immense need that was built up almost to the point where it couldn't climb any higher. With a slow motion of his hips, Piccolo filled her to the hilt and reveled in the sound of pleasure that echoed through the room. A sound that he had brought to life through her.

...Please don't stop, I feel it now

You feel it too

You're shivering

Ooh, you're pulling me close to you

Just let it flow

There's no other place to go...

Just as he had throughout the entire night, he kept the pace slow but powerful. Their brief time apart dampened the fire that had been her desire, but only slightly. So to put them on equal levels, his hand reached around to work the swollen bud above her entrance. Her body rocked violently against his with the combined pleasure of his clever fingers and pumping sex. Her release was building rapidly within her, and her head swam with the many sensations he sent washing in ardent waves over her body.

Finally, no more than a couple of thrusts later, she suddenly flew apart in his arms and sobbed out her release, tears at last breaking free to cascade down her flushed cheeks. Her grip tightened on him with impossible strength as she convulsed around his shaft mindless, blind, and numb from such newfound ecstasy. Its intensity overshadowed anything she had ever felt, even the incredible bliss he had taken her to before. Her body grew so tight that she thought it would break if she didn't relax. But she couldn't. She was out of control with such pleasure flowing through her, wracking her body to immeasurable heights.

When he felt her walls clench and unclench around him, it sent him into his own overwhelming climax just a few slow thrusts later. As his entire form went rigid, he held her tightly to him like he could literally melt their bodies together into one. His hoarse shout of her name fell on deaf ears just before he filled her with his hot seed. And while he wasn't as far-gone into the amazing sensations of completion as she was, he was still dizzy with pleasure and his skin tingled like his whole body was suffering from loss of blood. With his mind as clouded as it was, he had to fight extra hard not to mark her smooth, pale neck that shimmered with sweat in the moonlight. He could see her pulse beating against her soft flesh and her muscles contract from her softening cries.

...Girl, the tears you cry are out of happiness

Pleasure instead of loneliness

Baby every single part of me inside of you

Pleasin' you, teasin' you, makin' sweet love...

Something trailed down her throat and sparkled as it hit the beam of light that streaked inward from the window. Her shoulders began to shake with sobs and he looked at her face to see it stained with trails of fresh tears. He might have been concerned for her if it weren't for the elation that all but radiated off her. So instead of shushing her, he merely held her to him with a proud smirk as they both slowly returned to reality and basked in the euphoric sensations of being spent.

Andréa was totally drained of energy. If he weren't holding her upright, she would no doubt fall face first to the bed and just lie there like the soft lump he had turned her into. Her arms hung lifelessly beside her and she couldn't feel her legs, not even the effects of the strain she had forced on them. All four limbs felt like noodles and wouldn't move on her command. Her brain was mush and her ears rung so loudly that she wouldn't be able to hear herself think if that were at all possible. And aside from it all, her head spun with dizziness from the lack of oxygen breathing so heavily had caused. It all felt so wonderful... she couldn't help but cry from the overwhelming mix of emotions.

Again, the heat of passion left her and the early morning air chilled her wet skin. She shivered slightly and goose-flesh rose across her skin. He kissed her just behind the ear before lifting her off his softening sex. Surprisingly, she didn't feel at all sore like she thought she'd be. She only felt a little stretched, which was oddly enough a good feeling instead of a bad one. He lifted them both from the bed before pulling back the sheets. She smiled at him as he laid her down and crawled in under the covers beside her, pulling the satin fabric around them as he held her back against his chest.

Unintentionally keeping her from sleeping, his hands caressed her stomach, her hip, her face, the swell of her breast, and all of her creamy skin that he was able to touch. It was like he couldn't make himself stop touching her. The feel of his hot breath softly stirring the strands of her wild hair only added to the sensations. But she didn't mind at all. She was too alive from this stir of emotions within her that there would be little shuteye for her anyway.

Neither of them slept as the music continued to play.

~ TBC ~

**Various songs were used in this chapter. They are (in order):

1. Celine Dion: "Seduces Me."

2. and 3. Lorna Vallings: "Taste."

4. and 5. Brian McKnight: "On the Floor."

6. and 7. Celine Dion: "Falling into You."

8. Better than Ezra: "Under You."

9. and 10. Darren Hayes: "Insatiable."

11. and 12. 112: "Anywhere."

13. 112: "Sweet Love."

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So, what'd y'all think? I hope it was okay. Lemons aren't exactly my forte, but I do try. Review and tell me if you liked it or didn't. Also, if you have any suggestions on how I could improve chapters like this, feel free to let me know. Thanks ^^ 'Till next time...~NaK

Review Responses:

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DBz Dealer: Thanks a lot for taking time to review. You're review made me laugh. The Piccolo bit was hilarious. Hope my continuation at the beginning of the fic smoothed out the small cliffy. Truth is that I didn't know where to stop the chapter, so I just picked a place and decided to let that be the end. Hope you enjoy the rest of the chapters!

Catgirl-13: Well, as you can see in this chapter, they did kinda get into the action fast. But she has her reasons other than the obvious, I assure you. I figure that they're both adults, they're both mature, and they both know what they're doing, so there's nothing wrong with casual sex. But it could just be me. This is a fast-moving, short fic, so things gotta move fast. Hope you're okay with it. I don't mean to disappoint.

MajinPiccoloGT: Thank you so much for saying I keep Piccolo in character. I always worry that I'm making him OOC, and I think I do a little bit, but if the audience doesn't notice, then I don't worry about it too much. Sex after two sentences?! Wow, and I thought that I was moving them fast! Lol. Glad you're liking it so far. Hope you keep reading.

Suiren: Thanks for saying it wasn't 'bleh', as I like to call most of my chapters. I'm actually satisfied with this one, and I hope you are too! Please keep reading!

Path Walker: Sorry you've had to wait so long for an update, but hopefully it was something that was worth the wait. If not, I still hope you keep reading and enjoying. And don't worry, the plot gets a lot thicker real soon. *grins*

Fruitcake: Thanks so much for the review! Hope you like this chapter as well. You rock too!

TiffyAngel: I really have taken your review to heart. It was really difficult for me to get the guitar scene just like I wanted, and I'm honored that it made such an impression on you that you mentioned it in your review. I'm also glad you're seeing the deep feelings that Piccolo can have, and I try to bring those to surface a little bit, but not enough to damage that iron pride of his. *winks* Sometimes I don't know who's more proud, him or Vegeta. Lol. Hope you still enjoy this!

Piccolo0714: Thanks so much for taking time out to read my little ficcie! Not to mention review! I know you probably won't get to this for a while seeing as how you have all this responsibility now, but maybe you'll get to it one day. Lol. You'll get to know a lot more about Andréa in the next chapter. Hope you'll enjoy it! It's reveals the most of the plot I have planned. ^^v

Jenny Jaganshi: Thanks for leaving me such a review. And even greater thanks for understanding the slight OOCness I tend to have with Piccie. ^^ Glad I haven't scared you off yet. Hope you'll keep reading!

laiko: Glad to know that I introduced you to the world of Piccolo romances. There's more and more everyday, ya know. Hope you've been able to find some other good ones by now. There's lots of em. (just check my favs list) Well, concerning your question about Piccie's… um… nature, I guess we'll put it politely; there are many theories. But the one I'm going with (surely adopted from my friend Bucky, so I hope she doesn't mind) is that when Kami came to Earth to be guardian, there were females existing on Namek. But, something happened to the Namekian race and the females became extinct, leaving Kami and Guru as the only two males left that were able to create new life in the way we humans are accustomed to. Guru then found a way for the Namek race to go on by procreating asexually. And it has been that way ever since. Now, it is my thinking that when Kami and Piccolo fused before the fight with imperfect Cell, Piccolo regained that quality which was lost unto Namekian males. Still following me? I hope so. I've been a Piccolo fanatic for over two years now, so if you still have questions, I'll be happy to answer. Enjoy the rest of the fic! Hope you'll stick around!

Namekian Lover: I'm glad you've liked it so far! And as I've apologized to many others, I apologize for not updating sooner than I have. Glad to know people are actually reading this at good ol' AFF! (that's adultfanfiction.net for those of you who haven't visited yet) Hope you'll keep reading!

SmallRedBird: Thanks for reviewing! The proper spelling, as I'm sure I've crammed into your head after reading this chapter (lol) is Piccolo. But don't worry, even us long-time Piccie lovers sometimes misspell his name unintentionally. I mean, there's two c's, two o's, and an l somewhere in the middle! Lol. Anyways, hope you're still reading and enjoying it.

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hippiechick: Wow... long review. I love long reviews! ^_^ Thanks chica. I didn't know you lowercased your SN for a reason or I would have left it as such. My bad. I kinda just capitalized everyone's since Word sometimes gives me problems about NOT capitalizing the first word of the line *rolls eyes @ stupid program* And I promise no more group hugs, k? ^^ I'm so glad that you thought the chapter was above par from my other stuff. I was iffy on a lot of things about the way they sounded, but if you say it's good, then it's gotta be. I thought the unfinished lemon would get at you. *grins* Hope this chapter satisfied that loss. And I'm really delighted that you thought the Kami/Nail/Piccolo conversation was funny. I wrote it with comedy in mind, but you know how bad I am at that. Glad to know it didn't totally suck! Woo hoo! Little ol' me and my writing inspired at Therapy session. NOW I feel REALLY good about the chapter, thanks to you. But really, it does mean a lot that you liked it. And in closing, I'm glad your headache got better. : D Thanks bunches!!

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Rachel Maley: I'm sure you have probably given up me, but I sincerely hope you haven't. I loved your reviews, really I did! And that's why I'm responding to it again. Because I kinda lied to you in the last one. I had fully intended on making half this chapter lemon, and half her emotional explanation, but the lemon turned out to be so long that I had to give the whole chapter to it. Anways, hope you enjoyed! You have some very good question on your mind. And while I can't say one way or the other if you hit the Nail on the head (lol), I can say that you have very good assumptions. In the next chapter, nearly all of your questions will be answered, and I hope you won't be disappointed. Please keep reading!

That's it for the review responses. Hope most of you are still here next time, and I hope I've got some new readers as well. Either way, you all have been great! Another big thanks all around!! Hopefully, you'll leave me some more reviews! It serves as great inspiration and helps me write faster. Until the next chapter... love, peace, and Piccolos! ^^v

~NaK~