Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Videl and Gohan's Little Problem ❯ Receiving ( Chapter 6 )

Videl made it home before Gohan, so she had the chance to get ready. She didn’t really know what to do or say, so she just got dressed into something more "comfortable." Or in other words, a white spaghetti strap shirt that was nearly rendered transparent when it got damp, and a daringly short blue skirt. She was tempted just to sit there and wait for him to come home, but she didn’t want to appear too eager.

She decided that she would cook something. It was five o'clock already, and Pan wasn't going to be home for a while, since she was with Goku. She spent little time wondering what she would make, quickly deciding that she would bake a cake. Both Gohan and Pan loved French vanilla, so she guessed she would just make that kind.

She was just mixing the icing when she started thinking. What happens if Gohan comes home and just does the normal thing and goes right to the computer? What if he acts as if we never talked today and treats me like shit again? What am I gonna do? Act like it's still alright? Act like Gohan can treat me like his servant and be "happy" about it?

Hell no. She was getting so mad that she was flinging icing everywhere with the wooden spoon she was using. She growled, throwing down the spoon and going back over to her cookbook to double-check the ingredients.

When she guessed she had them all, she went back to her icing. She stirred it for a couple more minutes until it was smooth and all the chunks were out of it, and then let it sit. She was just getting ready to put the cake into the oven when she saw all the icing on her hands, so she just shrugged, sticking her finger into her mouth.

She jumped when she heard someone chuckle. She turned around with her finger still in her mouth and probably a hysterical look on her face, and encountered her husband, who was just setting his briefcase down on the kitchen table. She watched dumbly with her finger still in her mouth as he walked around the table, until he was only less than a foot away from her. He gave her hand a curious glance, and then grinned mischievously. "Can I help?" he asked innocently, watching her darkening eyes widen slightly as she pulled her finger out of her mouth. She started stuttering when he took her hand into his, lifting it up to his own mouth. He kept his eyes on hers as he sucked lightly on her finger, his tongue making erotic movements across her skin. She melted at the simple but highly sexual action, and he pulled her against him with his arm when she started to fall. Her eyes drifted down to his mouth, and watched as he smirked, releasing her finger. He leaned closer to her until their lips were almost touching, and whispered, "All clean."

She would have giggled any other time, but now was not the time. She was nearly trembling in his arms, her hands now clutching at him so she could actually stand. She kept her eyes open as she tipped her head up, bringing her lips in light contact with his. He moved his mouth across hers with gentle strokes, making her think that he wanted to be soft and mild. She complied with whatever he wanted to do, for she didn’t want to push him away. She would—

"Mmph!!" Gohan suddenly shoved her back against the kitchen counter, his mouth forcing hers open and his tongue diving in. He used his free arm to shove everything away that was on the counter, everything crashing to the floor in a clatter as his hands went back down to her hips and lifted her up on the counter. She promptly began to remove his clothes, letting them plop to the floor along with everything else. She undid his tie and brought him closer by pulling on it, feeling his warm hands slide up her smooth thighs and up her skirt. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her legs around his back, ripping his button-up shirt straight off and leaving his chest bare for her tingling fingers.

She tore her mouth from his and bent forward, sucking one of his nipples into her mouth. He groaned loudly, a shiver racing down his body and straight to his groin. His pants felt unbearably tight, and he sighed with obvious relief when her fingers found his belt and started undoing it. He heard it hit the floor with a light clink, and gasped aloud when her skilled fingers made quick work of the button and the zipper. She lifted her head back up to kiss him, for she wanted to feel him moan into her mouth when she—

They both stilled when there was a knock on the front door. Videl felt him moving away, and she tugged him back, telling him just not to answer it. He shook his head, placing a light kiss on her lips before he pulled her legs off gently, hurriedly zipping and buttoning his pants back up with some difficulty. Videl wanted to cry and laugh at the same time as he picked up his shirt, holding it in front of him for "protection".

He stood in front of the door a moment, trying to gain some composure before he answered it. But damn...it was really, really hard.

Gohan pulled the door open harder than necessary, blinking when he saw who it was.

"Piccolo. What are you doing here?" he asked, hoping his old friend wouldn’t ask about his state of undress. His pathetic "holding-the-shirt-in-front-of-me" and "trying-not-to-look-obvious" didn’t seem to work on the Namek, and Piccolo immediately asked, "Did I interrupt something?"

Videl felt pain shoot straight through her when Gohan said a smooth "No". But it was understandable...what else was he going to say? Yes, you did interrupt something? Well, he could have at least said he was busy...was it that horrible for him that he didn’t even want to get back to what they were doing?

She pushed herself off the counter, fighting off tears in her aroused state. She wondered if this was going to keep happening...getting just so close and then being interrupted every time. She didn’t know how much more of that she could take...she needed Gohan, and she needed him bad. She hadn't had him for years...and every minute that ticked by just made it seem like even more of an eternity to her.

Videl left the room, leaving the mess on the floor and the cake unbaked. She wasn't in the mood...she wasn't in the mood for anything.

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