Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Object of My Obsession ❯ Meeting In My Bedroom ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter Four

The sound of the door shutting was oddly disturbing. I shook nervously
as I felt Trunks' eyes examine me with concern. I pulled my now damp
towel up to my neck and turned around briskly, as not to see him
advance toward me. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine he wasn't
there, that this was all a bad dream. My heavy, raven locks molded to
my back in cold strands, making me shiver more. I had to get out of
here. This wasn't right. Before I could process my next thought, I
felt a strong, warm hand on my shoulder and I nearly leapt out of my
skin.

"Are you sure you're ok," he asked, turning me toward him in a swift,
but gentle motion. I could not think of the words to say, they were
escaping me. All the while, my gaze was fixed to a point across the
room. I wasn't truly looking at the spot, but it became the focus of
my attention. I began to slip into a daydream, when I felt the warmth
of his two hands on either shoulder. Without thinking, my gaze caught
his. I looked into his beautiful crystal blue eyes. They seemed to be
searching for something, something within me. I widened my stare to
examine his expression. It seemed to be longing mixed with
frustration. Then, there were his eyes again. They bore deep into my
soul, seemingly reading the secrets and desires hidden deep within.
Suddenly, I became acutely aware of my breathing. It was rapid and
harsh, almost as if I had just engaged in a quick, passionate kiss. As
my normal train of thought returned, I backed away from Trunks and
walked over to my dresser.

I didn't know how long we were standing there, but I was feeling quite
cold. It was time to get dressed. I had just started to undo my towel,
then I remembered my visitor. I turned around to see him still looking
at me with the same gaze. I don't know what came over me, but with my
towel half open, I turned to face him. I could feel my nipples growing
pert as I watched his eyes scan my nude body. The first reaction I
received was a cock of the brow, then the blushing began, on both
sides. Almost as mindlessly as I decided to expose myself to him, I
turned around and draped the towel over me. I could feel my face turn
crimson as I thought about the unbelievable move I'd just made.
"Baka," I whispered to myself as I put the towel around my body
properly. He probably thought I was mental. I had to save face
somehow, so I threw on a big Kool-Aid smile and turned around jumping.
"I showed you mine! Now show me yours!" I yelled it as child-like as I
could, so he would think it was all a big joke. I hopped up and down
and pointed in the general area of his loins. "Com'on, show me," I
exclaimed with innocent glee. He continued to look at me. He was
obviously perplexed by my behavior, but he seemed to eventually catch
my drift. "Oh," he said softly. "I thought you were coming on to me or
something." He chuckled as I looked on. I shrugged my shoulders and
walked over to him with my arms folded, my confidence regained. I
circled him in long, hard strides. Finally, I stopped right in front
of him, a slight smirk on my face. "Mr. Briefs. Why would I be coming
on to you? You are an engaged man?" I smiled on the inside, feeling
pleased with the performance I was giving. Truly Oscar-caliber.

Trunks looked at me for a moment, then started laughing nervously.
"Oh, no reason at all," he said quickly. "It's just you've never done
that before. It was just a little odd." I let a seductive smile run
across my face as I took in his words. I knew he was lying. The second
he let out that laugh, I knew something was up. What really gave to
away was the placement of his hand during the laugh. It was behind his
head, totally Son-style. A habit more than likely picked up from
Goten. I wasn't sure what his gesture meant, but I knew there was more
than met the eye. "You know, you should really put some clothes on,
unless you want to really get..." he paused and began to chuckle,
"sick." I turned my head and looked at him oddly. I really didn't get
what was so funny. I shrugged my shoulders as I walked over to my
closet and pulled out a pair of orange jogging pants and a blue
wife-beater. "Well, I guess you are right. No need for me to be sick
as a dog." Then, I could feel his presence behind me. The swiftness of
his movement almost startled me and I dropped my clothes on the floor.
I spun around and placed my hands on my hips. "And just what's your
problem," I questioned with an attitude. I looked at him intently,
brushing my now dry hair away from my face and behind my ear. He took
one of my wrists forcefully and pulled me close to him. I could feel
the warmth of his breath against my neck. "You've never been sick a
day in your life, woman. You're Saiya-jin, it's impossible for you to
be as sick as you said you were. You were avoiding us for a reason,"
he then paused, as if to make sure the next sentence got all the
emphasis it deserved, "Or should I say, avoiding me for a reason?"

I could feel my expression drop at the same moment my heart stopped.
The color left my skin as butterflies fluttered within. How could I
have overseen such a big detail? All I could do was look into his eyes
and pray my next lie would be more fitting, but before I could utter
another word, he jerked me slightly. "No," he said firmly, "No more
lies." My jaw dropped to the floor. Was he reading my mind or
something? Geez! Can't even get in a good fib anymore! Defeated, I
snatched my wrist back and walked over to my bed, sitting down near
the edge, then scooting further onto it. I had not made it yet, so
messing it up was not a worry. Trunks then followed, sitting in a
chair not too far from me. He folded his arms, making me more nervous
that I already was. What should I say? Should I tell my best friend
that's engaged to my uncle that I'm madly in love with him and I want
to sweep him off his feet, then make sweet, passionate love to him?

Hell no.

The ceiling was suddenly very interesting. A ladybug dancing across
the pale lavender paint held my attention, until silken locks of the
same color breezed past. Trunks had positioned himself right next to
me on the bed. He had propped his head up with his hand, waiting for
me to answer his questions. For some reason, his being in my bed
seemed foreign, even though we have spent many nights here. I sat up
slightly and turned in his direction. He was truly a sight to behold.
His finely tuned muscles showed through his T-shirt, his handsome,
regal face...purely intoxicating. Noting my silence, he ran his
fingers through his hair and let out a loud sigh. It caught my
attention. "What's happening between us, Pan," he asked as if he were
confused. If anyone where to be confused, it was me. Intrigued, I sat
up completely, leaning against the pillows at the foot of my bed. "I'm
not sure what you mean," I replied. He fiddled with his fingers for a
moment, then shook his head. "It's probably just my imagination," he
managed to laugh. "I wasn't going to say anything, but lately, I
thought...I've been
thinking...ofyouasmorethanjustafriendandIwonderedifyouwerefeelingt hesa
me."

"What," I asked, not knowing what the hell he was talking about. He
took in a deep breath and let it out painfully. "I've been thinking of
you as more than just a friend and I wondered if you were feeling the
same. But, that's impossible. I mean, why would you like me? And, I'm
sure what I'm feeling is just nothing." His last comment took a bit
out of me. Am I really that unworthy? "What do you mean, Trunks," I
was able to muster, without sounding heartbroken. "Well, when we went
to the mall, for the first time I realized that you were a woman. I
mean, I knew before, but I never really noticed, you know? And, I may
be gay, but I know an attractive woman when I see one, and you are
attractive."

Pan to Heart. Can you hear me, Heart? You may start beating again.

I could not hide the smile that ran ramped across my face. The warmth
I felt washed over my body and made me feel light as a feather. I
shook my head though. He's gay, Pan, meaning he's not interested in
women. Duh. Did I really have to remind myself? The whole crush was
quite silly, without adding in his sexual preference. Still, I
couldn't help the way I felt, and if there was even the slimmest
possibility he felt the same way I did, I would explore it. "Trunks,
have you ever been attracted to women...ever?" His eyes opened wide.
He was surprised by my question. Looking around blankly for a moment,
her replied. "Well, to be honest, I was bisexual before me and Goten
got in our relationship. I didn't prefer one gender over the
other...well, I like guys a little more. Anyway, I fell in love with
Goten, you know?" He scratched his head and laughed. "Gee, I don't
know if that answered your question or not." I half-smiled and let my
thoughts process, but I wasn't getting very far. Damn it! Why couldn't
this be simple? At my wits-end, I shook my head and laid down under
Trunks, still looking him in the eye. "What I mean is, have you ever
gotten weak in the knees when you saw a girl? Have you ever wanted her
in the worse way, even if only to experiment and see what it would be
like?"

Silence.

Trunks rolled onto his back and began looking at the little ladybug
walk back and forth on the ceiling. I looked at him, then looked at
the focus of his attention. The ladybug was seemingly content on the
ceiling, walking at a slow, casual pace toward the light fixture, then
to wall, then back. I never knew a red bug with black spots could be
so interesting. Suddenly, I heard Trunks sigh, and I turned my head to
him. "Yes," he said softly. Oh yes, he had my attention. I sat up and
pulled him up with me, holding his hand. He looked down, then looked
into my eyes. I don't know what came over me, but I began to tremble
on the inside. Slowly, he moved closer to my face, until our noses
were so close they touched. A million thoughts per second were running
through my mind, I didn't know what to say or do. And I was totally
unprepared for what happened next.

"You, Son Pan." As quickly as he said it, he placed his lips over mine
and I nearly fainted. He placed the tip of his tongue on my lower lip,
asking permission to enter. Of course, he was permitted. I put my arms
around his neck, and pulled him on top of me, the heat building up
inside of me. He was equally aroused. I could feel it. I couldn't
believe this was actually happening, it couldn't be true. Trunks
positioned himself over me and broke the hot kiss. Gingerly, he
stroked his fingers along my collarbone, sending chills down my spine.
Fiddling with the area between my chest, he kissed me softly right
above my breasts. My chest was heaving rapidly, my breathing erratic.
Slowly, he opened up my towel, and hungrily took my nipple into his
mouth. I gasped in erotic delight, my wildest fantasies being
realized. I ran my fingers through his soft, long hair as he tortured
my pert buds. Feeling my juices flowing, I bucked underneath him,
heated beyond comprehension. His hand traced my sides softly, going
further down until he reached my moist opening. Changing his focus, he
removed his lips from my breast, kissing me down to my navel. My hips
moved with an unknown rhythm, my thighs longing to be spread.
"Please," I whispered through my moans. I couldn't take it any longer.
I needed him inside of me. I didn't care about anything else. Without
another word being said he unfastened his pants and my eyes widened as
they dropped to the floor. He was not wearing any boxers, and his
hardened length hung freely. I was in shock. Surely, I figured he was
well endowed, but bruh was HUNG! My emotions were now laced with a
twinge of fear, wondering if I could truly please him, but before I
could think anything else, he spread my legs wide and he put on the
protection.

This was finally happening. This was finally happening. This was
finally happening.

That was the only thought that ran through my mind as I felt the tip
of his member against my wet opening. He looked deep into my eyes and
kissed my lips softly. This was finally happening. Without warning, he
plunged deep inside of me. I gasped at the wondrous, new feeling,
digging my nails deep into his back. He paused, his eyes clenched,
taking in the warmth and tightness of my body. Slowly, he began to
move his hips in a steady, hard motion. I couldn't believe what I was
feeling, my orgasm coming so soon. Trunks placed his hands under my
behind and arched my back up more, allowing an even deeper
penetration. He groaned with pleasure as my valley began to tighten
around his member. I couldn't hold back any longer, my hips rolled
violently as the hot climax released within me. I pulled Trunks to me
as I shook underneath him, he too reaching his peak. Before I could
recover, he yelled out in gratified pleasure as his thrusts became
hard and furious. He then stopped and collapsed on top of me, both of
us spent. I placed my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek
softly. The heat of his breath collected on my neck as we shared the
quite moment. But something wasn't right. We both felt it. An
unusually high Ki.

We both turned to the door and saw Bra. Her expression was one of
surprise and horror. She dropped the container holding the soup she
had made for me and tears rolled down her face. Trunks pulled himself
from inside of me and slid on his pants in one movement. I only held
my sheets up to my chest, my face flush and hot. This was not good.