Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So caught up in you ❯ whenever you want me ( Chapter 8 )

So Caught up in you

Whenever you want me

 

 

 

Dreams have no business in reality. If dreams were anything like the real world, then Trunks would incinerate each night. It was so hot. Kissing Pan was causing a melt down. He depend the kiss and pulled her on to his lap. His arms pulled tightly around her form and hunger blasted him

 

 

She did not lay still; he enjoyed how she wrapped her arms around him, if not to steady her, but to pull him into an endearing embrace.

 

Thoughts were pulsating in her mind. She tried to get a hold of one just to bring her back to safety. Kissing Trunks, it was too much! Reluctantly she pulled back from him.

 

Trunks lips were slightly parted, and raw desire poured from his eyes. HE looked like he had been fighting something, trying to hold something and her departure shocked him. He held her firmly in place. The staring contest began.

 

 

She wanted to ask him why, or how, something that would take the look of desperation off his face. How could she do this to him? Her dreams caused her to bring him here, but she did not know that he would fall so easily in to that scene.

 

 

She was excited but worried all at once. What if what Vegeta said was true? The ironic dreams she had had forever, they had to be part of all this, that is why she came here with him, she wanted to test her theory. How can she explain this to him?

 

However, the voice in the back of her head would not shut up. It reminded her that Trunks had acted purely on his own when the kiss began. Pan had been careful not to initiate anything that would be like her taken advantage of Trunks delicate state, or seducing her friend

 

She mentally laughed, what the hell did she know about seducing anyone? Damn she was a friggin Virgin, and that was the first real kiss ever.

 

 

His heart beat a wild tantrum at his chest, Pan looked so confused, but so alluring. He wanted to take her back again and keep kissing her; though to be honest, he wanted a hell a lot more then to kiss her. The smell of the Forrest, the green grass, and another sweeter taste was in the air.

 

Kami, it was from her. She was feeling desire, as much as he was. Why were they here if not to realize the truth of their destiny? She was his. HE would not think any differently than that. She brought him here and for whatever that reason was, he was supposed to be here with her.

 

However, her confusion did make him stop. He had to tell her. The one thing that was the most important thing with them was honesty.

 

 

He was afraid. That was evident in his hesitation. He never hesitated, especially when it was about the right thing. But Panny could be unpredictable. Holding her was like holding water in your hands and trying not to let it slip. The tighter he squeezed the faster it would spill out.

 

 

Trunks did not know how long he could just hold open his hand and let her be there, without wanting to grab hold.

 

 

She could blame it all on the mood of the air. IF Trunks wanted to kiss her, why argue. Just because she had dreamed of this moment forever, it seemed; she did not cast a spell, she could not conjure this up on a desire. Her dreams had to be some premonition or something, if they were meant to be here, then hey that is where they were.

 

His face was worried and concerned. And it nearly broke her thinking that. He kissed her she kissed back. IF it was a mistake or something else, they could figure it out later.

 

She advanced back to him. Her face was close to his again, and she spoke the only words that they had shared in the past five minutes.

 

“I don't want this to be wrong” and set her lips back to his.

 

 

IT was tentative and light. However, he heard her words and his mind flew on wings. She did want this, as much as him.

 

 

He knew how the next scene went, but he could not just do that. They never kissed this much in the dream, they never backed away, and they never questioned themselves.

 

They might be at the same location, but that did not mean that they had to play out the whole scenario. IT might feel good and might feel right, but he knew that it would not be fair to either of them. Legally, he was not free to take Pan as his own, though she really was his. They would probably have problems with her family if he was to consummate their bond. And they had not talked, really talked yet.

 

However talking was an overrated experience, especially compared to making love to Pan right now.

 

 

What to do, what to do? He questioned himself. He acknowledged that he wanted to do more then kiss and so let his hands wonder over her.

 

One arm tucked her to him and the other freely roamed under her shirt. HE kissed her neck when she reacted by tossing her head back. Obviously enjoying his touch.

 

Her two hand steadily on his shoulder and she half-knelt in-between his legs.

 

His one arm had gripped around her waist while his mouth explored her exposed navel and one hand cupped her breast.

 

 

This was not in the dream either. However, he liked it very much

 

Little pants escaped her lips; he smiled how delicious the sounds were.

 

 

They were being carried away in the moment, neither felt the approaching Ki.

 

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The person, who arrived, did not invade the pair, but staid still observing. For a moment, he figures that they had sensed him, but seemed rather too engrossed to notice him. He decided to lower his Ki and watch the display.

 

 

He had to admit that it was exciting, to him, he was a Saiyan after all, and sensing the pheromones escaping the coupling pair, did make one… Kami he needed to go home….

 

 

He only wanted to assure himself that they were working out the situation. He really did not expect to find them locked into a lovers embrace.

 

This solidified his decision. Trunks and Pan belonged to each other. HE would not let anyone interfere with this romance. Trunks had something to take care, he needed to be legally free, but that should not take long. Bulma had assured them that day. Trunks had agreed to the divorce and the terms.

 

HE left as fast as he arrived in hopes that he could take care of his own rising problem. He only hoped that Chichi would have dinner ready too, he was hungry for more then sex…

 

 

 

Her heart could not take more of this. IT was bursting at its seams. His mouth and hands were whipping her insides to frenzy and she could not contain the words that slipped out,

 

“Trunks, oh Trunks I love you, I love so much…”

 

 

You could not catch them. They ran from her, finally happy to be free. They danced around them and zipped to his mind. Kami she hated that. Words tore out of her, happy to be free.

 

He stiffened. She closed her eyes tightly as he stopped what he was doing.

 

HE could not believe she said it, so aloud and with such passion. They were true to his ears, she loved him, but then why did he ever doubt it? He had not. However, he never expected to hear it so soon form her, not like this, not so heat felt.

 

This was not a friendly I love you. IT tingled all though his body. HE held her firm and neither said anymore

 

He could not find any words he was stunned into silence.

 

This was not such a good thing. Because Pan assumed the worse.

 

She pulled quickly away from him and began to straighten out her clothes. She had tuned her back to him and would not face him.

 

An idea passed his mind, and he knew it true, she was as afraid of all of this he was.

 

HE wanted to tell her too. He needed to tell her, the opportunity was right there and it was slipping away by his own silence.

 

She turned back around and he saw tears sliding down her cheek, and the shock of them astounded him.

 

She smiled though the tears, and then said her paring words, “I m sorry , I did not mean to say it like that, I didn't meant to tell you, not this way not right now.”

 

He tilted his head down. He just mused over all of this. HE wanted to talk but the energy left him. He was at a loss of how to proceed.

 

DO IT now screamed in his head.

 

Pan did not say anymore, she flew off at lighting speed.

 

Trunks was stunned. How could he stop thinking for a millisecond?

 

Where did this leave them, what must she thinking by his own lack of words. She loved him, he should have told her that he loved her too; he should have talked to her instead of kissing her!

 

Why, why why! Dam it!!

 

Where did she go? He questioned. He tried to sense her, and he knew she was flying quickly. He sat down knowing that she needed some time, he needed time. Things were moving very fast, and he could not grab hold of her to keep her yet, he needed a plan a way to explain why she was feeling what he was feeling the ways they were. HE was older, more experienced.

 

“Don't Run away Pan, please Dende, give her time but don't let her leave me now!” he hollered to the guardian.

 

If it hurt this, much when she leaves to go home, what would happen if there ever came a day that she would ever turn and walk away? He could not live without her.