Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Door ❯ Sex My Shattered Soul ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Buggi_The_Brat 
I know you want to touch me, I want you to touch me too. I know you want to heal me and I want you to heal me too...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 319 | Status: Work In Progress
I know you want to touch me, I want you to touch me too. I know you want to heal me and I want you to heal me too...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 319 | Status: Work In Progress
The Door
By: Buggi
Based on the manga story The Door from Confidential Confessions by Reiko Momochi
Author’s Note: I am sooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for any viewers that were reading my story. O.o I kinda had writer’s block and kinda gave up on this story, even though I didn’t want to. But one reviewer changed all that and I’d like to thank you Astarte. Though little was sad it still meant a lot to me. Since Damion, R.I.P, died everything around me has changed so drastically. For a while I forgot how much writing was my passion. The light and inspiration in my life was diminishing with every passing day and I had ALMOST completely giving up on my dream of being a published Author. BUT I’M BACK!!! And I’m ready to give you more Trunks and Pan goodness. Even though their isn’t any yet…but sooner than you think. So without further ado, shall I say, On w/ the story? -Wink-
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Confidential Confessions or DBZ. I just own this plot. Thnx.
She was soaring higher than she had ever before. She felt the black pit in her heart fading and all the warmth that she had lost long ago was returning to her tattered body. It was almost as if she were stronger, wiser, saner. Her wings were spread across the heavens, stretching for miles. She finally felt free…
…but somehow it seemed as if she was still slipping.
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She couldn’t exactly remember the last time she was this happy. Maybe never. Bulma was treating her like a princess, Vegeta was as overprotective with her as he was with Bura, and Trunks. He had changed his whole demeanor towards her. He spoke to her kindly and made her laugh. He was nothing but sweet around her and astoundingly hadn’t said anything about her situation since he caught her in her bedroom that day. All in all, life was different. Better. No longer did she have to cry, no longer did she spend many week nights drunk and incoherent. No longer was she alone…
For the first time in her life she had found something to live for. The feeling she held in her heart was the purist feeling she had ever come to know. She was filled with a sense of security and almost didn’t need her little pink friend. Well… that was almost. Though they were few and far between, there were still times when she got the urge to cut. It was as if it called to her sometimes, reminding her of all the times it had been there to get her through hard times. Times when she had given up all hope and everything around her would blend together and feel so surreal.
Pan smiled sheepishly at her reflection as she stood in the mirror. She was all done up, skin flawless with expensive make-up Bulma had applied to her face. She wore a short, black, off the shoulder party dress, one she had designed herself back at home, but never got around to making. As if she’d even have anywhere to go in it… She giggled like a giddy little school girl as she clicked the heels of her doll baby shoes together like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. “There’s no place like home.” She teased herself, spinning around.
“What are you doing?”
Her legs weren’t following her minds orders and before she knew it she was sailing bottom first towards the ground. But before she could land and possibly tear her stockings, he caught her in his arms. He gave her a chided look, his eyes wide with confusion. She blushed as he helped her back to her feet and tried to play it off.
“Eh…y-you startled me.” She smiled shyly, waving it away.
He chuckled and shook his head, “Well…I came to come get you and,”
She watched curiously, trying to no avail to see what he was hiding behind him. She was surprised when he shoved the box with a white rose corsage into her hands. It was the prettiest flower she had seen. Maybe not, but it was still exceptionally beautiful and maybe one of the best presents she had ever gotten from anyone. Looking up at him, she noticed the nervous expression on his face and couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“Oh Trunks. Thank you. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever given me, Truly.”
In return, he gave her one of his cocky smirks and grabbed her by the waist, “Anything for a beautiful girl. Now come on..”
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She stood in the corner of the room, eyes wondering nervously as she clutched the glass of champagne in her small hands. They were shaking uncontrollably and she felt as if she would faint any second now. There were people everywhere, her number one hated species on the planet; next to dogs of course. If it wasn’t for the soft baritones of Jazz that drifted through the room, she swore she would be screaming bloody murder right now. Staring down into her glass, she wondered if she should’ve even came there.
She heard him before she saw him and was startled when she felt his hand on her back, “Looking a little freaked out there Panny.”
“Oh Trunks. Its only you.” She blushed and shook her head, “Ah…I don’t do well around crowds of people. Actually, I don’t do well around any people at all..”
He smiled at her as she took a rather large gulp from her glass; she was going to be beyond drunk later on. He pondered for a minute if he would end up getting himself into a lot of trouble by the end of the night but shrugged it off. This was little Panny he was talking about. His kid sister’s best friend. A girl of merely 18 years that he had seen grow up when he was in high school. It was improper to be thinking the things he thought when he was near her, but he was thinking about it and not to mention he was a little tipsy himself.
Before he could open his mouth to console her shaken nervous, Bura was there, giddy as ever, chattering on about nothing he cared to listen to. When he realized he had somehow fell out of the loop, he let out a ragged huff and stole a glass of Cristal from a server passing by. Pan watched dejectedly as he walked back over to the important business men he had been talking to before. Bra was blabbing about some lady’s atrocious dress and how she didn’t think she had even an ounce of style when Pan shoved a hor devoirs into her mouth.
“Why are you always talking so much?” Pan muttered, rolling her eyes at the look on her friends face.
“Well I didn’t think,” She started, wiping the crumbs off her lips, “That I was talking too much.”
...
Hours later, she found herself sitting at one of the empty tables in the banquet, laughing and playing spades. Trunks sat across from her as her partner; Bra was on her left and a new friend, Goten, sat on her right. The night hadn’t been as stressful as she thought it would be. She had made an effort to meet some of Bura’s prestige’s friends and had even had a few good laughs. The banquet had ended almost an hour ago and only a few important people had stayed behind. Pan glanced away from her hand to look across the room at Bulma who sat, laughing hysterically with friends and her husband. Everyone was cheery, thanks to all the alcohol they had consumed during the night. Vodka and orange juice, plenty of Cristal, all kinds of mixed potions. Pan had had her share of everything that evening, and by one she was feeling loose and vivacious.
“HA!” She yelled happily as she slapped the ace of spades down. “We win again!”
Bra watched in disbelief as her brother reached out and took the whole pot, worth almost $200. She let out a cry of disdain and threw her hands up, causing cards to fly everywhere. This was the umpteen time they had lost, thanks to her partner. She didn’t even think she had anymore money left in her oversized purse to put up.
“Gah! You’ve won almost five hundred dollars from us!” She pouted, crossing her arms like the spoiled brat she was.
“Don’t be a sore loser little sister.” Trunks snickered, counting the money to split with Pan, “Its not your fault Goten doesn’t know how to play spades.”
“Ey! I know how to play spades.” He disagreed, pointing to Pan as he took a gulp of his beer, “She’s just a master at it.”
“Thank you!” She stood and bowed, giggling softly. “I try.”
Trunks watched her from the corner of his eyes with a smile on his face. It was almost abnormal to see her smiling so much. Her smile was so intoxicating and the prettiest he’d ever seen. The way her hair fell into her face as she laughed and her hands went up to cover her mouth. When she laughed, it was hard to think that she was as unhappy as she was. Suddenly, she stood up, taking her bottle into her hand. She rose it over her head and giggled in a drunken stupor .
“I want to make a toast…” She snickered, “A toast to Goten. For being the worst card player ever! He lost in hearts, poker, black jack and spades. And also for pissing Bura off beyond belief.”
With that she burst out in laughter, taking a huge gulp from the bottle before she plopped back down. Bra glared at her stubbornly with her arms crossed, “Man! I’m tired of cards! Let’s do something else!”
“And what do you have in mind, baby sister?” Trunks inquired, pocketing the cash he had earned.
“How ‘bout a club.” Pan suggested, “You guys haven’t taken me to one yet.”
Bra stared at her friend in disbelief, one eyebrow hiked in wonder, “You go to clubs Pan? Like…dance clubs with A LOT of people in them?” She shook her head and chuckled, “You don’t even like people!”
“Hey!” She snapped back defending herself, “I actually love dance clubs! One: Its dark, Two: there’s so much liquor you can drink till it comes out your ears, and Three…” She paused, “Well one and two are good enough. Plus I love to dance!”
Now it was Trunks turn to be interested, “Let me find out you can dance Pan.”
She smirked and leaned on her elbow, “I don’t major in fine arts for nothing, Mr. Briefs.”
“Then its settled?” Goten added, standing up, grabbing his tux jacket, “We’re going out then.”
“But, I can’t wear this dress out to a club!” Bra protested as she too stood, wrapping her shawl around her arms.
They all stared at her in exasperation, but Pan sympathized with her, “She’s right. I don’t want to ruin my pretty party dress either.”
Trunks gave her a dubious expression and sighed when he realized he would be out numbered. He looked down at his watch and grumbled. “Well its 1:34. If you can be ready by 2:30 I guess we can go home and change.”
“But you women can’t take forever. I think its safe to say that Trunks and I actually want to make it to the club before it closes.” Goten gave Bra a knowing gaze and she slapped him on his shoulder.
“Don’t imply that women take a long time to get ready!” She scowled at him, rolling her eyes.
Pan grinned and shook her head, trying to ignore them both as they went at each other’s throats. Obviously they were still a little sore about loosing all their money. “Anyways Trunks. What club are you going to work your stature magic on.”
“Actually Ms. Smartass,” He smiled, “We’re going to one of the clubs I own. My very favorite too..”
“And its name would be?”
“Club DiViara.”
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Hours blended into each other and Club DiViara was still pumping around 5AM. Trunks had asked Pan to dance hours ago, wanting to see if she really had moves like she said. Not to mention, after seeing her step out of the apartment wearing the tight, black, spaghetti strapped dress she was sporting, he wanted her as close to him as possible. And all night they had danced, bodies mingling together, grinding, rubbing touching, the glances of jealous women going unnoticed to both of them. Not only were they too drunk to care, they were too drunk off each other to notice anyone else around them. They knew Bra and Goten were somewhere near, but nothing else seemed to matter.
His lips were pressed into the nap of her neck; his right hand wrapped around her middle, with the other running up the bottom of her dress from her thigh. It felt right, they had both mutually agreed in their minds. The feeling they got from Pan’s arms wrapped around his neck, her thighs and ass rubbing against him… She had never danced with a man like that before, but the feeling was so sensual. The sensation of his hardness against her back sent chills through her body and she wondered how this man, who had been a boy to irk her last nerve in the past, could make her weak in the knees like this. By this time, Bra had looked over and saw the scene and she couldn’t stop the smile from gracing her face. “Goten, look.”
He glanced over and made a face, “Look at what?”
When she turned to look again, they were gone. She scanned the area and saw them exiting the club together, hands linked as they disappeared through the doors. If she was an idiot she wouldn’t have guessed what where they were going, but since she knew her brother and had seen the way they danced together, she knew Pan would have much to talk about in the morning. Instead, she shook her head and went back to seducing her dance partner. And if she was as lucky as her best friend, they would be talking about the aftermath of the night all week. There was only one thing she was worried about…”Don’t kill her anymore Trunks. She’s already died enough..”
…
He slammed the door behind them and pressed her back against the door as their tongues greeted each other with a dance. She let out a moan when his hands ran up her dress and over her sides. How did a night of wining and dining lead to this, she wondered briefly as he attacked her neck with his lips. Her body was radiating so much heat from every caress he gave her, and each kiss caused her body to shiver in anticipation. She wanted to pinch herself to see if she were awake, but this was far too real for her to be asleep. The sexual tension between them had always been their, she realized that now, but with the dancing and the alcohol, all the old rules were thrown out the window.
They both needed this, her more than him and he was determined to give her all of him that night. He hated to see her like she was most of the time and he felt that this was his duty. To please ever one of her senses. He wanted to feel her from the inside. He wanted to touch her and drink in every ounce of her beauty. But he also wanted to give to her. A sense of security, peace and harmony; he wanted her to feel alive again. He wasn’t sure if this would cause her to push him away or change things between them, but he didn’t care. The way she arched to him and eagerly tore at his shirt made him want her even more. But he still felt reluctant and had to reassure himself.
“Are you sure about this Pan.” He asked breathlessly against her neck.
With that, she pushed him back slightly and stared at him with a lustful glint in her eyes. They never broke their gaze and when he felt as if he was going to be let down, she pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let the silky fabric fall to the floor, “Make love to me Trunks…”
That was all the reassurance he needed to hear. Brushing his fingers over her blushing cheeks, he scooped her into his arms and headed up his steps to his room. Her head rested against his chest and as she listened to his heart beat, a single tear slid over her cheek. This man. He would be the one to help glue the pieces of her broken soul back together and she couldn’t wait to feel whole with him. As he laid her in the middle of the bed and crawled beside her, he ran his fingers over her thigh. “Call out to me when you need me Pan.”
“Trunks…” She whispered as their lips connected again.
And she never did stop calling his name that night…
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Author’s Note: -Fans herself- Wow. The end almost got me riled up there. I almost went on to write a full lemony chapter! Had to stop myself before I went too far! LoL. I hope you guys liked this chapter. I don’t know if the ending was too good. It seemed like a sweet little ending cause you can just envision Pan saying his name over and over all night! Kinky I think. But I guess its up to you reviewers now. Please review and I’ll start working on the next chapter now! A little warning: the next few chapters some real plot starts up. But don’t try to guess what’s going to happen cause I plan to make this story as unpredictable as my little brain can! Happy Belated Christmas and New Year! And Happy Valentines’ Day if I don’t get around to updating the story by then! Ja’Ne Everyone!
Buggi
By: Buggi
Based on the manga story The Door from Confidential Confessions by Reiko Momochi
Author’s Note: I am sooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for any viewers that were reading my story. O.o I kinda had writer’s block and kinda gave up on this story, even though I didn’t want to. But one reviewer changed all that and I’d like to thank you Astarte. Though little was sad it still meant a lot to me. Since Damion, R.I.P, died everything around me has changed so drastically. For a while I forgot how much writing was my passion. The light and inspiration in my life was diminishing with every passing day and I had ALMOST completely giving up on my dream of being a published Author. BUT I’M BACK!!! And I’m ready to give you more Trunks and Pan goodness. Even though their isn’t any yet…but sooner than you think. So without further ado, shall I say, On w/ the story? -Wink-
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Confidential Confessions or DBZ. I just own this plot. Thnx.
She was soaring higher than she had ever before. She felt the black pit in her heart fading and all the warmth that she had lost long ago was returning to her tattered body. It was almost as if she were stronger, wiser, saner. Her wings were spread across the heavens, stretching for miles. She finally felt free…
…but somehow it seemed as if she was still slipping.
---
She couldn’t exactly remember the last time she was this happy. Maybe never. Bulma was treating her like a princess, Vegeta was as overprotective with her as he was with Bura, and Trunks. He had changed his whole demeanor towards her. He spoke to her kindly and made her laugh. He was nothing but sweet around her and astoundingly hadn’t said anything about her situation since he caught her in her bedroom that day. All in all, life was different. Better. No longer did she have to cry, no longer did she spend many week nights drunk and incoherent. No longer was she alone…
For the first time in her life she had found something to live for. The feeling she held in her heart was the purist feeling she had ever come to know. She was filled with a sense of security and almost didn’t need her little pink friend. Well… that was almost. Though they were few and far between, there were still times when she got the urge to cut. It was as if it called to her sometimes, reminding her of all the times it had been there to get her through hard times. Times when she had given up all hope and everything around her would blend together and feel so surreal.
Pan smiled sheepishly at her reflection as she stood in the mirror. She was all done up, skin flawless with expensive make-up Bulma had applied to her face. She wore a short, black, off the shoulder party dress, one she had designed herself back at home, but never got around to making. As if she’d even have anywhere to go in it… She giggled like a giddy little school girl as she clicked the heels of her doll baby shoes together like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. “There’s no place like home.” She teased herself, spinning around.
“What are you doing?”
Her legs weren’t following her minds orders and before she knew it she was sailing bottom first towards the ground. But before she could land and possibly tear her stockings, he caught her in his arms. He gave her a chided look, his eyes wide with confusion. She blushed as he helped her back to her feet and tried to play it off.
“Eh…y-you startled me.” She smiled shyly, waving it away.
He chuckled and shook his head, “Well…I came to come get you and,”
She watched curiously, trying to no avail to see what he was hiding behind him. She was surprised when he shoved the box with a white rose corsage into her hands. It was the prettiest flower she had seen. Maybe not, but it was still exceptionally beautiful and maybe one of the best presents she had ever gotten from anyone. Looking up at him, she noticed the nervous expression on his face and couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“Oh Trunks. Thank you. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever given me, Truly.”
In return, he gave her one of his cocky smirks and grabbed her by the waist, “Anything for a beautiful girl. Now come on..”
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She stood in the corner of the room, eyes wondering nervously as she clutched the glass of champagne in her small hands. They were shaking uncontrollably and she felt as if she would faint any second now. There were people everywhere, her number one hated species on the planet; next to dogs of course. If it wasn’t for the soft baritones of Jazz that drifted through the room, she swore she would be screaming bloody murder right now. Staring down into her glass, she wondered if she should’ve even came there.
She heard him before she saw him and was startled when she felt his hand on her back, “Looking a little freaked out there Panny.”
“Oh Trunks. Its only you.” She blushed and shook her head, “Ah…I don’t do well around crowds of people. Actually, I don’t do well around any people at all..”
He smiled at her as she took a rather large gulp from her glass; she was going to be beyond drunk later on. He pondered for a minute if he would end up getting himself into a lot of trouble by the end of the night but shrugged it off. This was little Panny he was talking about. His kid sister’s best friend. A girl of merely 18 years that he had seen grow up when he was in high school. It was improper to be thinking the things he thought when he was near her, but he was thinking about it and not to mention he was a little tipsy himself.
Before he could open his mouth to console her shaken nervous, Bura was there, giddy as ever, chattering on about nothing he cared to listen to. When he realized he had somehow fell out of the loop, he let out a ragged huff and stole a glass of Cristal from a server passing by. Pan watched dejectedly as he walked back over to the important business men he had been talking to before. Bra was blabbing about some lady’s atrocious dress and how she didn’t think she had even an ounce of style when Pan shoved a hor devoirs into her mouth.
“Why are you always talking so much?” Pan muttered, rolling her eyes at the look on her friends face.
“Well I didn’t think,” She started, wiping the crumbs off her lips, “That I was talking too much.”
...
Hours later, she found herself sitting at one of the empty tables in the banquet, laughing and playing spades. Trunks sat across from her as her partner; Bra was on her left and a new friend, Goten, sat on her right. The night hadn’t been as stressful as she thought it would be. She had made an effort to meet some of Bura’s prestige’s friends and had even had a few good laughs. The banquet had ended almost an hour ago and only a few important people had stayed behind. Pan glanced away from her hand to look across the room at Bulma who sat, laughing hysterically with friends and her husband. Everyone was cheery, thanks to all the alcohol they had consumed during the night. Vodka and orange juice, plenty of Cristal, all kinds of mixed potions. Pan had had her share of everything that evening, and by one she was feeling loose and vivacious.
“HA!” She yelled happily as she slapped the ace of spades down. “We win again!”
Bra watched in disbelief as her brother reached out and took the whole pot, worth almost $200. She let out a cry of disdain and threw her hands up, causing cards to fly everywhere. This was the umpteen time they had lost, thanks to her partner. She didn’t even think she had anymore money left in her oversized purse to put up.
“Gah! You’ve won almost five hundred dollars from us!” She pouted, crossing her arms like the spoiled brat she was.
“Don’t be a sore loser little sister.” Trunks snickered, counting the money to split with Pan, “Its not your fault Goten doesn’t know how to play spades.”
“Ey! I know how to play spades.” He disagreed, pointing to Pan as he took a gulp of his beer, “She’s just a master at it.”
“Thank you!” She stood and bowed, giggling softly. “I try.”
Trunks watched her from the corner of his eyes with a smile on his face. It was almost abnormal to see her smiling so much. Her smile was so intoxicating and the prettiest he’d ever seen. The way her hair fell into her face as she laughed and her hands went up to cover her mouth. When she laughed, it was hard to think that she was as unhappy as she was. Suddenly, she stood up, taking her bottle into her hand. She rose it over her head and giggled in a drunken stupor .
“I want to make a toast…” She snickered, “A toast to Goten. For being the worst card player ever! He lost in hearts, poker, black jack and spades. And also for pissing Bura off beyond belief.”
With that she burst out in laughter, taking a huge gulp from the bottle before she plopped back down. Bra glared at her stubbornly with her arms crossed, “Man! I’m tired of cards! Let’s do something else!”
“And what do you have in mind, baby sister?” Trunks inquired, pocketing the cash he had earned.
“How ‘bout a club.” Pan suggested, “You guys haven’t taken me to one yet.”
Bra stared at her friend in disbelief, one eyebrow hiked in wonder, “You go to clubs Pan? Like…dance clubs with A LOT of people in them?” She shook her head and chuckled, “You don’t even like people!”
“Hey!” She snapped back defending herself, “I actually love dance clubs! One: Its dark, Two: there’s so much liquor you can drink till it comes out your ears, and Three…” She paused, “Well one and two are good enough. Plus I love to dance!”
Now it was Trunks turn to be interested, “Let me find out you can dance Pan.”
She smirked and leaned on her elbow, “I don’t major in fine arts for nothing, Mr. Briefs.”
“Then its settled?” Goten added, standing up, grabbing his tux jacket, “We’re going out then.”
“But, I can’t wear this dress out to a club!” Bra protested as she too stood, wrapping her shawl around her arms.
They all stared at her in exasperation, but Pan sympathized with her, “She’s right. I don’t want to ruin my pretty party dress either.”
Trunks gave her a dubious expression and sighed when he realized he would be out numbered. He looked down at his watch and grumbled. “Well its 1:34. If you can be ready by 2:30 I guess we can go home and change.”
“But you women can’t take forever. I think its safe to say that Trunks and I actually want to make it to the club before it closes.” Goten gave Bra a knowing gaze and she slapped him on his shoulder.
“Don’t imply that women take a long time to get ready!” She scowled at him, rolling her eyes.
Pan grinned and shook her head, trying to ignore them both as they went at each other’s throats. Obviously they were still a little sore about loosing all their money. “Anyways Trunks. What club are you going to work your stature magic on.”
“Actually Ms. Smartass,” He smiled, “We’re going to one of the clubs I own. My very favorite too..”
“And its name would be?”
“Club DiViara.”
---
Hours blended into each other and Club DiViara was still pumping around 5AM. Trunks had asked Pan to dance hours ago, wanting to see if she really had moves like she said. Not to mention, after seeing her step out of the apartment wearing the tight, black, spaghetti strapped dress she was sporting, he wanted her as close to him as possible. And all night they had danced, bodies mingling together, grinding, rubbing touching, the glances of jealous women going unnoticed to both of them. Not only were they too drunk to care, they were too drunk off each other to notice anyone else around them. They knew Bra and Goten were somewhere near, but nothing else seemed to matter.
His lips were pressed into the nap of her neck; his right hand wrapped around her middle, with the other running up the bottom of her dress from her thigh. It felt right, they had both mutually agreed in their minds. The feeling they got from Pan’s arms wrapped around his neck, her thighs and ass rubbing against him… She had never danced with a man like that before, but the feeling was so sensual. The sensation of his hardness against her back sent chills through her body and she wondered how this man, who had been a boy to irk her last nerve in the past, could make her weak in the knees like this. By this time, Bra had looked over and saw the scene and she couldn’t stop the smile from gracing her face. “Goten, look.”
He glanced over and made a face, “Look at what?”
When she turned to look again, they were gone. She scanned the area and saw them exiting the club together, hands linked as they disappeared through the doors. If she was an idiot she wouldn’t have guessed what where they were going, but since she knew her brother and had seen the way they danced together, she knew Pan would have much to talk about in the morning. Instead, she shook her head and went back to seducing her dance partner. And if she was as lucky as her best friend, they would be talking about the aftermath of the night all week. There was only one thing she was worried about…”Don’t kill her anymore Trunks. She’s already died enough..”
…
He slammed the door behind them and pressed her back against the door as their tongues greeted each other with a dance. She let out a moan when his hands ran up her dress and over her sides. How did a night of wining and dining lead to this, she wondered briefly as he attacked her neck with his lips. Her body was radiating so much heat from every caress he gave her, and each kiss caused her body to shiver in anticipation. She wanted to pinch herself to see if she were awake, but this was far too real for her to be asleep. The sexual tension between them had always been their, she realized that now, but with the dancing and the alcohol, all the old rules were thrown out the window.
They both needed this, her more than him and he was determined to give her all of him that night. He hated to see her like she was most of the time and he felt that this was his duty. To please ever one of her senses. He wanted to feel her from the inside. He wanted to touch her and drink in every ounce of her beauty. But he also wanted to give to her. A sense of security, peace and harmony; he wanted her to feel alive again. He wasn’t sure if this would cause her to push him away or change things between them, but he didn’t care. The way she arched to him and eagerly tore at his shirt made him want her even more. But he still felt reluctant and had to reassure himself.
“Are you sure about this Pan.” He asked breathlessly against her neck.
With that, she pushed him back slightly and stared at him with a lustful glint in her eyes. They never broke their gaze and when he felt as if he was going to be let down, she pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let the silky fabric fall to the floor, “Make love to me Trunks…”
That was all the reassurance he needed to hear. Brushing his fingers over her blushing cheeks, he scooped her into his arms and headed up his steps to his room. Her head rested against his chest and as she listened to his heart beat, a single tear slid over her cheek. This man. He would be the one to help glue the pieces of her broken soul back together and she couldn’t wait to feel whole with him. As he laid her in the middle of the bed and crawled beside her, he ran his fingers over her thigh. “Call out to me when you need me Pan.”
“Trunks…” She whispered as their lips connected again.
And she never did stop calling his name that night…
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Author’s Note: -Fans herself- Wow. The end almost got me riled up there. I almost went on to write a full lemony chapter! Had to stop myself before I went too far! LoL. I hope you guys liked this chapter. I don’t know if the ending was too good. It seemed like a sweet little ending cause you can just envision Pan saying his name over and over all night! Kinky I think. But I guess its up to you reviewers now. Please review and I’ll start working on the next chapter now! A little warning: the next few chapters some real plot starts up. But don’t try to guess what’s going to happen cause I plan to make this story as unpredictable as my little brain can! Happy Belated Christmas and New Year! And Happy Valentines’ Day if I don’t get around to updating the story by then! Ja’Ne Everyone!
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