Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Colors Black and Red ❯ The Way I Feel Tonight ( Chapter 5 )

Oher Hey hey hey guys!!!!! I'm back doesn't that make you happy… to start things off… I decided to write a lemon. It's my first lemon EVER. I know it's probably not very good, but it fits into the story very well. YES YES YES!!! Trunks and Pan do end up together but that happens at the end. Umm… I think that's all I really have to say… what a shocker. OH WAIT!!! NO KIDDIES ALLOWED!!!! THIS IS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT HERE SO UNDER AGE GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

The Colors Black and Red

Part 5

Trunks laid her down on his bed as he broke their kiss. He sat on the edge of the bed admiring her for a moment. Her raven hair flowed onto his pillow. Red lips were swollen from kissing. He found her the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen, and he knew that he loved her with all he had.

His lips found hers. Trunks brought his hands to caress her cheek. She started to rise and take his clothes off.

"Not yet love." He murmured as he unzipped her dress and pulled the straps from her shoulders, slightly caressing her skin with his fingers. The more flesh he saw the more he wanted. He slid the dress down to her feet leaving it for her to kick off. She was completely exposed except for silky black number underwear. Trunks latched a thumb at the band and removed them quickly. Her pale flawless skin gleamed in the darkness. Trunks' eyes were filled with her, only her.

She turned her head down from his gaze. The way he looked at her was more than she could bear. His eyes had struck her as amazing, but now as he looked at her in her complete vulnerability, his eyes showed so much love and yearning, and it was all for her. She repeated to herself how all of this did mean anything it was just a meaningless fuck, a job, but her heart wouldn't hear it. It felt something for this man. It changed everything, it changed her, but she knew that if she didn't go through with it, she would die. Her inner turmoil was interrupted by Trunks using his index finger under her chin and drawing her eyes back to his. He studied her eyes; then, in a deep whisper, "You are so beautiful." All thoughts of a meaningless fuck ran. Matters of fact, all thoughts were gone period. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to a passionate kiss. No one had ever spoken to her with so much longing. Goten be damned she wanted this, and she would have it. Even though, the memory would kill her, when she killed him, SHE wanted him now because forever wasn't possible.

The need to feel her skin on his rose with each moment of the kiss. He fought with the tie then struggled with buttons. Finally, he wrapped her in his arms. Her breasts pressed into his chest as he kissed her. His hands caressed and branded her as his. He cupped the soft mounds and massaged gently as he slowly rolled a thumb over pert nibble. She gave a moan. Trunks' eyes found her face, and he did the same sinfully pleasurable act again. To watch her eyes close and head roll back from ecstasy increased his longing. He began kissing her face and jaw line. He moved down to her throat. Each gasp and shutter only caused to increase his actions.

He came to her now swollen breast. With one hand he teased and played with his mouth he took a nipple and licked and twirled. Trunks moved to the other. She could only moan, squirm, and tangle her fingers in his hair. He came to her lips again, but his hands embraced lower. They ran over her stomach and back up slowly setting her skin on fire. His kiss and touch were driving her mad. She was getting lost, until he touched where she longed the most. He found her moist and warm. He drew his finger through her layers. She gasped at the exhilarated feeling that over took her. He rubbed again finding the numb that held all her sexual longing. Each time he stroked it she wanted to scream from pleasure. That pleasure began to build, and she could feel herself about to peak. She tightened and moaned deep within her throat. Her orgasm left her light headed and hazy eyed. Trunks looked down on her. She had this serene look of contentment. Eyes closed, her breath calmed. She opened her eyes languidly.

"Don't go to sleep yet. We're just getting started." He said lowly. She smiled and stroked his cheek.

"I can only hope." She drew him for a kiss. Trunks kissed her fully as he reached to his night table for a small foil package. He broke the kiss and looked at her then the packet. She smiled and took it from him. She took him in her hands stroked him slightly. He gasped and looked down at the she was doing to him. She kept one hand on him as she tore the condom open with her teeth. She slid it on and flipped him over. She mounted him moaning as he filled her. Caressing his chest she began and slow sensual movement with her hips. Trunks lifted his hands to her breasts. She threw her head back calling his name. She felt her senses tightening and knew she was close. She increased her hip movement and looked down on him. Their eyes locked, and he met her gaze with fire as he guided her hips to meet him. Then in one seemingly glowing feeling they climaxed. She collapsed onto his chest. Trunks lovingly stroked her sweat moist hair and said, "I love you, beautiful." She kissed the underside of his chin, "I…I love you, too Trunks." He smiled oddly and rolled her to his side. He withdrew and threw away to condom. He came back to her and wrapped her in his arms. She was already sleeping soundly. He cradled his head on her shoulder and drifted to an easy sleep.

She wasn't sure just how long she had been asleep-moment, hours-but she awoke with the warmest and most complete feeling she had ever experienced. `To bad it can't happen again.' She thought. With that, her feel was gone and replaced with agony. She got out of bed and sought for her weapon. She found it lying coldly on the floor. She picked it up and looked at it. Years ago she had been taught to wield weapons ranging from heavy artillery to a small hand gun such as she held in her hand, she was giving that knowledge to protect herself and kill as she was told. It was all she knew, before Trunks that is. HE was the first to show her real love and admiration. He was the first who looked at her with love instead of lust. She saved his life now only to take it? She held the gun up and aimed. Her eyes were clouded with memories of their time spent together. The gun lowered as tears filled her eyes tears. "I can't do it." She whispered dropping her gun. "I love him." She said even lower. Tears flowed freely as she watched him sleep with a pleasant smile on his face. She sat on the bed beside him. Casually stoking his hear she foolishly wished it could be like that forever. Hear tears were dry and she got back into his arms. She somehow knew in her heart that if this was supposed to be it would all work out. Trunks arms pulled her closer to him, and sleep took her again, quickly.