Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Door ❯ Spend Some Time ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Buggi_The_Brat 
Lay here next to me and let your soul connect.. with me
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.30.2006 | Updated On: 03.30.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 232 | Status: Work In Progress
Lay here next to me and let your soul connect.. with me
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.30.2006 | Updated On: 03.30.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 232 | Status: Work In Progress
The Door
By: Buggi
Based on the manga story The Door from Confidential Confessions by Reiko Momochi
Author’s Note: Anyway! I’m having fun! I’m loosing weight; I’ve got a boyfriend, and a new job. Not to mention this story is going really well. Ne? Hm…I don’t think I have much more to say, I was just excited. So shall I say, On w/ the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Confidential Confessions. Thank you.
!WARNING! No, there IS, I repeat, IS lemony goodness in this chapter, so the rating still stands! There is a situation in this chapter that may not be suitable for younger people. LoL. So please, if you're not at least over 16 and you know you shouldn't be reading or can't handle even a little sexual implication (indirect suggestion: something that is implied as a natural consequence of something else-for the little illiterate bunnies out there) please turn back now. Ja'Ne everyone and sorry for the delay! ENJOY!
He traced the cuts, finger tips caressing the barely there scars that covered her body. Some were more than visible, some were transparent. Some were long and seemed never to end and some were small and seemed to trace some kind of pattern. She watched him through half lidded eyes, her thick black hair spread all over the bed. The look in his eyes, the way his fingers felt as they trembled while he touched her. His gaze met hers and he could see the tears shining in the light that spilled in through the slightly opened curtain. Last night, he hadn’t been able to see them, but now they were more than visible; they were everywhere.
“Why did you start this?” He asked, not being able to find anything else to say.
She huffed softly, reaching up to wipe the few tears that escaped her eyes, “Trunks, please…can we just lay here?”
He shook his head, “No. We can’t Pan. I can’t be quiet after I’ve seen this. Just tell me…”
There was a long, silent pause and then he tapped her.
“And how the hell do you hide them? God Pan, why?…” He crawled up next to her and embraced her from behind. “I was blind…”
“It’s ok Trunks.” She shook her head, smiling, “Anyways. Another time please? I’ll tell you all about it soon.”
They lay there in the bed, naked bodies entwined. She still couldn’t believe he had shared his bed with her last night. A smile came to her face as she thought back to the hours they shared together. She couldn’t help but wonder why a man like Trunks would want her in his bed. She blushed and buried her face into his chest. She was compelled to ask, “Trunks, can we do it again?”
She looked up to meet his amused gaze and blushed harder, “Again? Aren’t you worn out by now my little virgin?”
She blinked in shock as he caressed her thigh under the covers, “How’d you know?”
He chuckled a bit and kicked the blanket onto the floor, “The goods were far too perfect. And plus…the way you squirmed and squealed under me..”
His hand trailed up her stomach and he smiled when he felt her shiver under his touch. He cupped her left breast and watched the rounded flesh intensely. There were even scars there. He swallowed down the lump in his throat. How could a girl like Pan, so genuine, do something like this to herself? He wrapped his hands around her waist and kissed the valley of her breast. She watched him quietly, her hand running through the silky tresses of lavender.
He needed to know, “What does it feel like? Doesn’t it hurt?”
She blinked in shock, thinking for a minute, “Um…no. You can’t even feel it.”
He shook his head and leaned over her on his elbows, “I want to see for myself.”
The statement was so blunt, she didn’t know whether to laugh in his face or slap him. He was being sarcastic right? She stared at him with a blank expression.
“Trunks, what the hell are you talking about?”
“You heard me, I want to see what it feels like. I want to know what‘s so addicting about it.”
She stared at him long and hard, mouth gaping and eyes narrowed. She had never heard anyone say something so stupid before. Rolling to her side, she shook her head. She refused to hear him. It was almost too stupid to have him say that. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer; if she could bare it, so could he. He kneeled over her on his palms and gave her a firm glare.
“Show me Pan.” He nudged her and she let out an annoyed huff.
“Fine,” She sat up on her elbow and reached over the bed to retrieve her small Pumpkin Jack backpack purse.
She pulled it into her lap and dug through it. Her search came to a sudden halt when she came across her prize. Trunks watched her with intensity as she pulled it out and gripped it in her hand. He could see the slender metal of the blade under the neon pink plastic. Suddenly, he felt uneasy. The way she slowly clicked the blade up to size and turned to him with a blank expression, “Eh…Pan are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”
“Oh stop being a wimp…you asked for it.” Pan’s voice was unmoved as she grabbed his hand and tugged his arm over.
“I’m not a wimp, j-just. Don’t cut too deep.” He couldn’t stop his eyes from squinting, “And tell me when you’re going to do it...and--and..”
“Done,” She rolled her eyes, a small smile gracing her pale pink lips.
When he opened his eyes, he stared down at the thick red line. He hadn’t felt a thing. He didn’t even know she was doing it at all. Shaking her head, she looked at her arm and made an identical cut on her own arm. He watched her, tempted to make her stop, but felt it would be a little hypercritical of him. Without another word, she reached for his hand again and linked their fingers. Their arms pressed together, blood smearing and mingling as she crawled close to him and rested against his chest. He swore he had felt the spark of something as soon as they touched.
Her skin was so soft against his and he almost wanted to scream. He could feel his body begin to sweat and a second later, pushed her back into the cushions; arms still pressed together as their tongues met.
One more round…
****NC-17!! PLEASE BEWARE****
He pried open her legs and laid between her things, his free hand massaging her sides. It was odd how the mere scent of her blood set him on fire. He didn’t care though; however odd or disgusting it was it still turned him out. He had never ever…and he really meant ever considering all the women he had slept with in the past, been with a girl like Pan. She had a different smell, she was absolutely his opposite…the length of her hair was perfect. Her pale skin, although white, was so creamy and smooth he almost couldn’t see the scars.
Even still, he could see them and it only fueled him more. This girl, this woman was so fragile and broken, he didn’t want to snap her. But the way she gripped on his arms and pulled him in for more; what the hell was she doing to him? Her hand grasped onto him suddenly and he couldn’t suppress his moan. When he looked down at her, she had this misty look in her eyes as she massaged his length. She was urging him on with the purest expressions he had ever seen. Yes, the woman he had slept with in the past had grabbed on him and egged him on, but the look of true desperation, want and need; he lost it.
Without another word, he buried himself deep within her warm folds. His movement came to a quick stop to let her arch and clench herself around him. In that moment, his arms wrapped around her waist and brought her up to sit in his lap. He adjusted her legs around him and began rock slowly against her. And at first she just sat there, too tense to even move, but when she finally caught her breath, she began to rock back against him. And then she caught the rhythm and made it her own and road him all the way back in time.
…
..
…
She felt the waves of pure bliss wash over her as they both reached their climax simultaneously. It was at least mid day, almost dinner time and they had not left the bed even once. Pan was sore in places she never knew had muscles and Trunks was more spent than she was. Regaining his composure, he lied against her side and let her wrap her arms around him. His cheek rested against the warm mound of flesh that was her breast as he breathed in her scent. She was soft, she was warm, and she was…everything. He wanted more and more and more. He never wanted to leave her. But she had her own apartment with her own room to go home to. She smiled when he nudged her boob with his nose and she opened her eye.
“Yes Trunks?” She sighed sleepily, placing her arm on his back as she turned.
He smirked, “Don’t you think you should be getting home soon?”
She let out a gasp and sat up, pushing him off of her, “Oh, you’re right!”
He chuckled as she scrambled about, pulling on her dress on. He noticed she hadn’t even thought about collecting her underwear. Like a whirlwind she crawled back onto the bed to give him a deep, passionate kiss and then she was gone out his bedroom. Finally he regained his composure and yelled to her, “How are you going to get home.”
“Taxi!” He heard her holler back.
“No, buzz my driver! Have him take you home.”
“Ok…and Trunks!” He heard her call to him again, “Yes?”
“Thank you for the night…It was my best ever!” And then the door and he could imagine her running to catch a taxi.
Standing up from the bed, he walked over to his window and looked down. His smile spread across his face as he watched her get into a taxi and take off. She was so very stubborn when she wanted to be. He would have to tell her about herself later, right now he could use a nice, long, hot shower.
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As she floated into the house, she couldn’t keep the smile from blazing across her lips. Before she could even make it across the living room to reach the hallway where her room was, Bra came rushing out her room like a whirlwind and hopped at her.
“Oooh I knew it, I knew it!” She squealed as she tried to pry her arms from around her neck, “Tell me everything!”
She shook her head and rolled her eyes as she redirected herself to the kitchen. Pulling open the refrigerator, she rummaged through the things. Soon enough she could feel Bra’s gaze boring into her back, “What?”
“Aw come on, you’re not going to tell me how your night went?” She sang happily, hoping up onto the counter.
She held the bowel of cereal that she poured herself in her hand and raised her eyebrow, “And why should I?”
“Because if you don’t I’ll throw this apple at your head?” The other girl replied, picking up an apple from the fruit bowel and biting into it.
They sat in silence for a minute, watching each other eat. Finally, Bra let out an annoyed huff and stood up. It was obvious that she wasn’t going to tell her anything, so she began to walk out. But Pan’s hand caught her quickly, while the other balanced bowel and spoon and she sighed. The small smirk on her face invited her back into the room and she could already hear the whole story before it was even said. She hoped back up onto the counter with a grin and bite into her apple.
“It was…the best night… I’ve Ever experienced.” She said with an almost soft, exhausted voice as she ate a spoonful of cereal.
“Well spill it already!” Bra squealed, swinging her legs.
…Meanwhile…
He stood under the hot stream, arms rested against the tiles of his marble shower. Her scent still lingered even still and everywhere he walked his memory was flooded with images of her. Looking up at his arm, he stared at the wound she had giving him. They had shared such an intense moment. As soon as their blood began to mingle, he could feel the electricity flowing through the both of them; it was unexplainable.
After washing up, he grabbed a towel and stepped out. Water slid down his body and it almost felt like her soft touch. He let out a groan and walked into his room. The skimpy, frail black panties she wore hung around his lamp shade and he couldn’t suppress the smile that graced his face when he spotted them. His evening had been absolutely pleasant, but now all he could think about was her.
He checked the time. 7:10.
If he got dressed now, he could call her on his cell phone and make plans. Yes it was true that they had just spent the whole night and day together, but he wanted her all to himself again. It was funny; how much he wanted to be near her at all times now. He wondered briefly what she would say when he called. He could imagine her grinning with that coy expression of hers and biting on her pretty little lip.
Grabbing the phone, he dialed her number from memory and waited like an impatient teenage boy for her to pick up. Five minutes later, he heard a small yawn into the phone. She sighed sleepily and rolled onto her back. Whoever it was, better have had a good reason to call; she was already 3 hours into her nap and she wasn’t planning on waking up. “Hello?”
His smile grew when he heard her voice, he almost felt like he was stalking her.
He shook his head and replied, “Hey Panny.”
She sat up quickly, blinking the sleep from her eyes, “Trunks…?”
“Get up and get dressed. “ He smiled, walking towards his closet.
She whined, falling onto her stomach with a small smile, “Get up? As if I can even move thanks to you.”
He let out a chuckle, going through the many shirts he had, “I wore you out, huh? So that means you’re in for the rest of the night?”
She jolted up, pouting slightly, “No! I want to see you!”
He smiled at the desperate tone to her voice and went on, “Well then, do you think you can be ready in an hour?”
“Yes. Hell I can be ready in thirty minutes if you want me to.” She leaned on her elbow.
“Whenever you’re ready, call me so I can come. I’d really like to see you again tonight.” He smiled, leaning against his door frame.
“I’d really like to see you too Trunks. I can’t wait…”
“Me either. See you soon Pan.” They exchanged goodbyes and the smile still lingered on his face when he hung up.
It was going to be another great evening…
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Author’s Note: -Blinx- Uh…I’M SORRY! I’m a lazy, fat ass! …well I’m not fat, but I’m lazy! Anyway! I hope you like all the lemony goodness! I sure did! T/P! T/P! For the unedited version please go to my profile and get the link. Read and review please! Ja'Ne!
Buggi
By: Buggi
Based on the manga story The Door from Confidential Confessions by Reiko Momochi
Author’s Note: Anyway! I’m having fun! I’m loosing weight; I’ve got a boyfriend, and a new job. Not to mention this story is going really well. Ne? Hm…I don’t think I have much more to say, I was just excited. So shall I say, On w/ the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Confidential Confessions. Thank you.
!WARNING! No, there IS, I repeat, IS lemony goodness in this chapter, so the rating still stands! There is a situation in this chapter that may not be suitable for younger people. LoL. So please, if you're not at least over 16 and you know you shouldn't be reading or can't handle even a little sexual implication (indirect suggestion: something that is implied as a natural consequence of something else-for the little illiterate bunnies out there) please turn back now. Ja'Ne everyone and sorry for the delay! ENJOY!
He traced the cuts, finger tips caressing the barely there scars that covered her body. Some were more than visible, some were transparent. Some were long and seemed never to end and some were small and seemed to trace some kind of pattern. She watched him through half lidded eyes, her thick black hair spread all over the bed. The look in his eyes, the way his fingers felt as they trembled while he touched her. His gaze met hers and he could see the tears shining in the light that spilled in through the slightly opened curtain. Last night, he hadn’t been able to see them, but now they were more than visible; they were everywhere.
“Why did you start this?” He asked, not being able to find anything else to say.
She huffed softly, reaching up to wipe the few tears that escaped her eyes, “Trunks, please…can we just lay here?”
He shook his head, “No. We can’t Pan. I can’t be quiet after I’ve seen this. Just tell me…”
There was a long, silent pause and then he tapped her.
“And how the hell do you hide them? God Pan, why?…” He crawled up next to her and embraced her from behind. “I was blind…”
“It’s ok Trunks.” She shook her head, smiling, “Anyways. Another time please? I’ll tell you all about it soon.”
They lay there in the bed, naked bodies entwined. She still couldn’t believe he had shared his bed with her last night. A smile came to her face as she thought back to the hours they shared together. She couldn’t help but wonder why a man like Trunks would want her in his bed. She blushed and buried her face into his chest. She was compelled to ask, “Trunks, can we do it again?”
She looked up to meet his amused gaze and blushed harder, “Again? Aren’t you worn out by now my little virgin?”
She blinked in shock as he caressed her thigh under the covers, “How’d you know?”
He chuckled a bit and kicked the blanket onto the floor, “The goods were far too perfect. And plus…the way you squirmed and squealed under me..”
His hand trailed up her stomach and he smiled when he felt her shiver under his touch. He cupped her left breast and watched the rounded flesh intensely. There were even scars there. He swallowed down the lump in his throat. How could a girl like Pan, so genuine, do something like this to herself? He wrapped his hands around her waist and kissed the valley of her breast. She watched him quietly, her hand running through the silky tresses of lavender.
He needed to know, “What does it feel like? Doesn’t it hurt?”
She blinked in shock, thinking for a minute, “Um…no. You can’t even feel it.”
He shook his head and leaned over her on his elbows, “I want to see for myself.”
The statement was so blunt, she didn’t know whether to laugh in his face or slap him. He was being sarcastic right? She stared at him with a blank expression.
“Trunks, what the hell are you talking about?”
“You heard me, I want to see what it feels like. I want to know what‘s so addicting about it.”
She stared at him long and hard, mouth gaping and eyes narrowed. She had never heard anyone say something so stupid before. Rolling to her side, she shook her head. She refused to hear him. It was almost too stupid to have him say that. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer; if she could bare it, so could he. He kneeled over her on his palms and gave her a firm glare.
“Show me Pan.” He nudged her and she let out an annoyed huff.
“Fine,” She sat up on her elbow and reached over the bed to retrieve her small Pumpkin Jack backpack purse.
She pulled it into her lap and dug through it. Her search came to a sudden halt when she came across her prize. Trunks watched her with intensity as she pulled it out and gripped it in her hand. He could see the slender metal of the blade under the neon pink plastic. Suddenly, he felt uneasy. The way she slowly clicked the blade up to size and turned to him with a blank expression, “Eh…Pan are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”
“Oh stop being a wimp…you asked for it.” Pan’s voice was unmoved as she grabbed his hand and tugged his arm over.
“I’m not a wimp, j-just. Don’t cut too deep.” He couldn’t stop his eyes from squinting, “And tell me when you’re going to do it...and--and..”
“Done,” She rolled her eyes, a small smile gracing her pale pink lips.
When he opened his eyes, he stared down at the thick red line. He hadn’t felt a thing. He didn’t even know she was doing it at all. Shaking her head, she looked at her arm and made an identical cut on her own arm. He watched her, tempted to make her stop, but felt it would be a little hypercritical of him. Without another word, she reached for his hand again and linked their fingers. Their arms pressed together, blood smearing and mingling as she crawled close to him and rested against his chest. He swore he had felt the spark of something as soon as they touched.
Her skin was so soft against his and he almost wanted to scream. He could feel his body begin to sweat and a second later, pushed her back into the cushions; arms still pressed together as their tongues met.
One more round…
****NC-17!! PLEASE BEWARE****
He pried open her legs and laid between her things, his free hand massaging her sides. It was odd how the mere scent of her blood set him on fire. He didn’t care though; however odd or disgusting it was it still turned him out. He had never ever…and he really meant ever considering all the women he had slept with in the past, been with a girl like Pan. She had a different smell, she was absolutely his opposite…the length of her hair was perfect. Her pale skin, although white, was so creamy and smooth he almost couldn’t see the scars.
Even still, he could see them and it only fueled him more. This girl, this woman was so fragile and broken, he didn’t want to snap her. But the way she gripped on his arms and pulled him in for more; what the hell was she doing to him? Her hand grasped onto him suddenly and he couldn’t suppress his moan. When he looked down at her, she had this misty look in her eyes as she massaged his length. She was urging him on with the purest expressions he had ever seen. Yes, the woman he had slept with in the past had grabbed on him and egged him on, but the look of true desperation, want and need; he lost it.
Without another word, he buried himself deep within her warm folds. His movement came to a quick stop to let her arch and clench herself around him. In that moment, his arms wrapped around her waist and brought her up to sit in his lap. He adjusted her legs around him and began rock slowly against her. And at first she just sat there, too tense to even move, but when she finally caught her breath, she began to rock back against him. And then she caught the rhythm and made it her own and road him all the way back in time.
…
..
…
She felt the waves of pure bliss wash over her as they both reached their climax simultaneously. It was at least mid day, almost dinner time and they had not left the bed even once. Pan was sore in places she never knew had muscles and Trunks was more spent than she was. Regaining his composure, he lied against her side and let her wrap her arms around him. His cheek rested against the warm mound of flesh that was her breast as he breathed in her scent. She was soft, she was warm, and she was…everything. He wanted more and more and more. He never wanted to leave her. But she had her own apartment with her own room to go home to. She smiled when he nudged her boob with his nose and she opened her eye.
“Yes Trunks?” She sighed sleepily, placing her arm on his back as she turned.
He smirked, “Don’t you think you should be getting home soon?”
She let out a gasp and sat up, pushing him off of her, “Oh, you’re right!”
He chuckled as she scrambled about, pulling on her dress on. He noticed she hadn’t even thought about collecting her underwear. Like a whirlwind she crawled back onto the bed to give him a deep, passionate kiss and then she was gone out his bedroom. Finally he regained his composure and yelled to her, “How are you going to get home.”
“Taxi!” He heard her holler back.
“No, buzz my driver! Have him take you home.”
“Ok…and Trunks!” He heard her call to him again, “Yes?”
“Thank you for the night…It was my best ever!” And then the door and he could imagine her running to catch a taxi.
Standing up from the bed, he walked over to his window and looked down. His smile spread across his face as he watched her get into a taxi and take off. She was so very stubborn when she wanted to be. He would have to tell her about herself later, right now he could use a nice, long, hot shower.
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As she floated into the house, she couldn’t keep the smile from blazing across her lips. Before she could even make it across the living room to reach the hallway where her room was, Bra came rushing out her room like a whirlwind and hopped at her.
“Oooh I knew it, I knew it!” She squealed as she tried to pry her arms from around her neck, “Tell me everything!”
She shook her head and rolled her eyes as she redirected herself to the kitchen. Pulling open the refrigerator, she rummaged through the things. Soon enough she could feel Bra’s gaze boring into her back, “What?”
“Aw come on, you’re not going to tell me how your night went?” She sang happily, hoping up onto the counter.
She held the bowel of cereal that she poured herself in her hand and raised her eyebrow, “And why should I?”
“Because if you don’t I’ll throw this apple at your head?” The other girl replied, picking up an apple from the fruit bowel and biting into it.
They sat in silence for a minute, watching each other eat. Finally, Bra let out an annoyed huff and stood up. It was obvious that she wasn’t going to tell her anything, so she began to walk out. But Pan’s hand caught her quickly, while the other balanced bowel and spoon and she sighed. The small smirk on her face invited her back into the room and she could already hear the whole story before it was even said. She hoped back up onto the counter with a grin and bite into her apple.
“It was…the best night… I’ve Ever experienced.” She said with an almost soft, exhausted voice as she ate a spoonful of cereal.
“Well spill it already!” Bra squealed, swinging her legs.
…Meanwhile…
He stood under the hot stream, arms rested against the tiles of his marble shower. Her scent still lingered even still and everywhere he walked his memory was flooded with images of her. Looking up at his arm, he stared at the wound she had giving him. They had shared such an intense moment. As soon as their blood began to mingle, he could feel the electricity flowing through the both of them; it was unexplainable.
After washing up, he grabbed a towel and stepped out. Water slid down his body and it almost felt like her soft touch. He let out a groan and walked into his room. The skimpy, frail black panties she wore hung around his lamp shade and he couldn’t suppress the smile that graced his face when he spotted them. His evening had been absolutely pleasant, but now all he could think about was her.
He checked the time. 7:10.
If he got dressed now, he could call her on his cell phone and make plans. Yes it was true that they had just spent the whole night and day together, but he wanted her all to himself again. It was funny; how much he wanted to be near her at all times now. He wondered briefly what she would say when he called. He could imagine her grinning with that coy expression of hers and biting on her pretty little lip.
Grabbing the phone, he dialed her number from memory and waited like an impatient teenage boy for her to pick up. Five minutes later, he heard a small yawn into the phone. She sighed sleepily and rolled onto her back. Whoever it was, better have had a good reason to call; she was already 3 hours into her nap and she wasn’t planning on waking up. “Hello?”
His smile grew when he heard her voice, he almost felt like he was stalking her.
He shook his head and replied, “Hey Panny.”
She sat up quickly, blinking the sleep from her eyes, “Trunks…?”
“Get up and get dressed. “ He smiled, walking towards his closet.
She whined, falling onto her stomach with a small smile, “Get up? As if I can even move thanks to you.”
He let out a chuckle, going through the many shirts he had, “I wore you out, huh? So that means you’re in for the rest of the night?”
She jolted up, pouting slightly, “No! I want to see you!”
He smiled at the desperate tone to her voice and went on, “Well then, do you think you can be ready in an hour?”
“Yes. Hell I can be ready in thirty minutes if you want me to.” She leaned on her elbow.
“Whenever you’re ready, call me so I can come. I’d really like to see you again tonight.” He smiled, leaning against his door frame.
“I’d really like to see you too Trunks. I can’t wait…”
“Me either. See you soon Pan.” They exchanged goodbyes and the smile still lingered on his face when he hung up.
It was going to be another great evening…
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Author’s Note: -Blinx- Uh…I’M SORRY! I’m a lazy, fat ass! …well I’m not fat, but I’m lazy! Anyway! I hope you like all the lemony goodness! I sure did! T/P! T/P! For the unedited version please go to my profile and get the link. Read and review please! Ja'Ne!
Buggi