The greatest show on Earth
AN: This story… okay, I wanted to write a PWP about fisting, cause I recently complained how that is way too rare in FFs. I had an initial idea, but as it always happens, that idea got a life on its own and now I have a short story that is a bit more than just a PWP. It´s a weird little love story.
Warnings: Oral, vaginal, pegging and fisting, of course. NO non-con. Short m/m scene at the beginning. Bra is around 25 here and Goten around 40.
EDIT! I edited the chapter some, made the opening less explicit and made some minor changes overall. The content is exactly the same though. When I wrote it, I hadn´t anticipated that quite a few readers would be put off by the opening scene, since the story itself is about hardcore sex, but hey, that´s why FFs are an interactive medium. Now I know and I changed it.
Either way, have fun!
I don't wanna be in this house no more
Gotta get out, they're boring the hell out of me
I don't wanna be in this house no more
I gotta get out of here before it kills me
It's gonna kill me, so come on
Let's go, fall in love
It's the greatest show on Earth
It's the greatest show on Earth
The greatest show on Earth – The Feeling
It was supposed to be exciting, bring something new to their arrangement, spice things up. And it totally worked. It had been a spontaneous idea, when Bra had noticed how the receptionist had ogled Goten and it hadn´t taken much convincing to warm Goten up to the idea. He had been reluctant about having a third person added, though it could hardly be called a threesome when Bra was just watching them getting it on.
But maybe it was, when she was enjoying herself as well. Bra sighed when her hand slipped under her panties, softly touching her clit, while Goten was deep throating the receptionist. She hadn´t seen him do it before and it was quite an impressive display, since the receptionist was big enough that she could see the bulge moving in Goten´s throat. It was making her even wetter, rubbing faster the more erratic the movement on the bed became. She could see that Goten was half-hard, probably not able to focus completely on his own pleasure when he was otherwise occupied. Very occupied.
She waited until the receptionist was done, coming over Goten´s face before she let herself drift over the edge, enjoying the tremble that ran over her body, the feeling of warmth and content that spread over her. Absentmindedly she noticed the receptionist zipping up and leaving, waiting for her high to end.
Lolling her head to the side, she smiled at Goten. She was ready to help him with his pitiful erection.
"This is disgusting."
Bra raised her eyebrows, watching Goten rubbing at his face furiously.
"Stop dreaming and hand me a tissue, will you? I can´t open my eyes!"
She sighed, loudly, before she got up and rummaged in her bag. "Goten, you ruined it, can´t you just lean back and enjoy?" She held the tissue over his head before she shrugged and started wiping it. "I mean, I´ve seen you with a guy for the first time. Isn´t it exciting?"
He got up abruptly and ripped the tissue out of her hand. "Not particularly. Especially when they don´t even ask what they should do when they come. Getting it away from me, for example."
Bra rolled her eyes, it´s not as if it was her fault. "Whatever, thank you for complying. You want some anal to light up your move? And room service? My treat." She grinned, moving closer but reluctant to kiss him in his current state.
He huffed and went to the bathroom. Bra waited, inspected her nails, checked her phone and was ready to barge in and see if he was still alive when he finally came back, looking as if nothing had ever happened. "Honestly, not in the mood right now. And I have to finish that chapter today, it´s better I stop wasting more time."
Oh. Oh now that´s how he wants to play it. "Goten, you agreed."
"It was your idea. YOURS. I just wanted to do you a favour and excuse me when I just want to drink a cup of tea and not have sex for the rest of the day after an unsatisfying sexual encounter." He grinned at her before he grabbed his stuff and stomped out. Well. She frowned but followed him quietly, not saying anything until they reached the lobby. Goten barely grunted goodbye when he left her to pay the room.
"Already leaving?"
She looked up, the receptionist was gently wiping his mouth. Oh right, exactly what she needed right now.
"Yes. Work is waiting, life is hard, whatever. Is the bar still open?"
"Of course."
Of course was good. She needed a drink. Or two.
One glass of wine later she already felt a bit light headed and relaxed. Goten didn´t understand. She needed him. He was the only one for her, he was the only one who could do what he did, the only one with whom she didn´t have to hold back! Her job was boring, she was still annoyed that her mother had decided she would be good in the marketing sector because they looked so alike, but that wasn´t what she wanted to do! She was born to do greatness, financial greatness. And with that much financial greatness, they could finally start to develop space trade! But no one wanted to listen to her visions!
… and venting wasn´t very helpful with humans. She wanted to be violent, but not fighting, she never got into fighting quite like the rest of the Saiyan bunch, well, most of them, and angry sex was out of the question with humans. Even the most kinky sex turned out to be highly vanilla for her.
Goten understood it at first. It´s not as if he was any different than her, it´s not as if he didn´t crave for some action in bed, it´s not as if it had been hard convincing him that she no longer was his best friends little sister, it´s not as if she ever held back and it´s not as if he wasn't enjoying it!
She bit her lip. Maybe it wasn´t like that. They were the only ones, there was no one else like them, and maybe they just arranged with what they got.
Her fingers played with the glass a little, before she drank it all at once and went home.
Goten dropped his shoes near the entrance and walked slowly upstairs to his room. Sometimes he regretted not moving out of his parent´s house, although he liked having his family nearby, not having to care about anything and living rent-free… Sighing, he pushed the door closed. Maybe he was getting too old for it anyway, meeting in hotels for a fuck. Even Pan had already moved out.
He sat down on his desk, looking at his laptop. That was a problem for another day, he was worried enough as it is. It wasn´t going well. No matter what he did, his writing didn´t improve, he had the feeling his career would soon end and then everyone would´ve been right, 'learn something decent, Goten' 'being a writer is not a job!' 'even Trunks has a family!' They didn´t understand. It was all he got! If it didn´t work out, there wouldn´t be a backup plan. And then there was Bra… she wasn´t helping at all.
It had been weird at first but he was genuinely happy about their agreement. He didn´t mind her bossing him around, he didn´t mind letting her hit him, he didn´t mind violent sex, he didn´t mind trying everything she set her mind on, but the aloof way she viewed him and had no regard for his opinion… it was starting to get on his nerves. It hadn´t even been something big at the hotel, he was just so fed up with it.
He grimaced, thinking of the icky incident. Maybe he should just leave her alone to think about her self-centered view of the world. Opening the laptop, he started revising his latest writing. That was definitely more important at the moment.
Bra watched the blond head moving slightly between her legs, it was so easy to imagine… she moved her hands near him, cupping his head on both sides. If she would just squeeze, just a bit, he would explode. She wouldn´t even need to use much force, a little push and he would bleed out on her cunt.
Bra moved her hands away. Did she even ask for his name? She tended to forget it, he was probably drunk anyway, the way he clumsily moved his tongue over her clit and tried to suck without vomiting. It would probably take a while. She leaned back, feeling the urge to smoke. Goten hadn´t answered his phone for a few days now. She thought about texting him, but felt like his jealous girlfriend and that was unacceptable. Maybe she had been a bit too demanding of him lately. She would try to be nicer next time.
"Ah! You little fuck!"
It was more the surprise than the pain, but Bra was still not very happy about getting scratched. She shoved him away, lightly, but it was still enough to make him fall off the bed and crash into a chair. He was looking fine though, so she didn´t bother getting up. Huffing, she grabbed her phone. She had enough of that, Goten obviously managed to put her off humans and it was his responsibility to not let her hanging! It took ten rings and a confused little human quickly grabbing his shit and leaving until Goten finally picked up.
"What?"
"What is wrong with you? Take your fucking calls!"
Well. She could be nice later. There was some soft scrambling noise. Whatever he was doing, he took his sweet time.
"Guess what, I didn´t want to talk to you."
"I don´t care. I just had the worst oral in the world and need a decent fuck. I´m at the…"
"Whatever, I´m sure there are other guys around that could fill in."
She paused for a moment. He wasn´t coming? He…
"What?"
"Listen, I am really busy with my writing, Trunks lets me stay in his beach house for the next couple months and I won´t leave here until my new book is finished."
She couldn´t answer. That was… unexpected.
"Bra?"
"Fuck yourself. FUCK. YOUR. SELF."
"Yeah, and I really don´t want to see you during that time. Too much distraction."
She could almost see him grinning. Who did he think he was, giving her orders!
"You will beg for me to come to you, but I won´t. I WON`T. Continue your miserable existence while writing crap you piece of shit!"
She hung up before he could say something else. Her hand was shaking. Her dad probably felt the same when he locked himself in his training room, put it on maximum and didn´t leave for hours. But that´s not what she would do. She could control herself. She was better than this.
Four days later, Bra was sitting in her brother´s living room, looking intently at her sister-in-law. She was pregnant again, Bra could hardly believe it, and where the fuck was Trunks?
"Where is he?"
"At work. Why aren´t you at work, Bra?"
She looked across the room, noticed her two year old niece manhandling some toy. Good girl.
"Because my work is the most boring, most overrated job on Earth and no one needs my superior brain there. I need to talk to him."
Anu raised one of her auburn brows. Sometimes Bra could understand why her brother fucked her. The marrying thing… she didn´t quite get that.
"You can talk to me or wait until he comes home this evening. I don´t care."
"What´s it gonna be, another girl?" Bra pointed at Anu´s belly.
"A boy. Bra, what do you want?"
"Well, his three sisters gonna be happy 'bout that." She paused, took a cookie of the table and ate it, staring intently at the plate. Trying to decide if Anu was to be trusted. Shrugging slightly, she turned towards her. Better Anu than no one.
"Alright. Listen Anu, I behaved a bit stupidly and need an advice."
Anu scoffed, but waited for her to continue.
"There is someone I´m seeing."
"Oh really? I thought you were more the type for… open relationships."
Bra put on her best frown. This wasn´t going to be easy. "What can I say, I´m seeing someone anyway. And I was a bit rude and now he doesn´t want to see me."
"Forever?"
"No. It´s about the principle."
Anu seemed to be deep in thought, caressing her swollen stomach with her hand absentmindedly.
"Can you maybe tell me what exactly you did?"
"No." This was nothing to discuss with the family. They wouldn´t understand. Or worse, judge. Be on Goten´s side. No thanks!
"Is he older than you?"
"A few years. Does this have anything to do with my problem?"
Anu stopped the stroking and looked her intensely in the eyes. Bra felt herself blushing slightly, how embarrassing!
"Listen Bra, you may think you´re the smartest and greatest person under the sun, but in reality you´re still a twenty something not knowing what you want to do with your life, don´t interrupt me, and it looks like this person wants you to take some time and maybe think about your mistakes."
Bra closed her eyes. Wow. What an insight. As if she hadn´t thought of that yet.
"I know. But what should I DO?"
Anu got up, walking over to her youngest daughter.
"You´re always so aggressive and self-centered, Bra. It wouldn´t hurt you to be nice for once. Obviously, the mysterious stranger is worth it, if you spend so much energy on thinking about him."
Bra gritted her teeth, feeling her ki rise. She couldn´t hurt her, her brother loved Anu. One day Anu would rot in hell, until then Bra could only force a smile on her lips and leave.
Goten could hardly believe it. It had been four months, four months in which he had visited his family regularly, in which he had talked to Trunks daily, even to Anu, even to their cute little girls, but not to Bra.
Well, four months were enough not only to get a decent tan but also to finish his newest novel. It wasn´t very good, but it should suffice to keep him around long enough to write a masterpiece next. Maybe he should stop writing crime novels, but other genres were so unpopular. He could try Science Fiction next…
Bra hadn´t called. She hadn´t come over. He had expected her to come to the house, maybe beg a little, at least apologize, but nothing. Trunks didn´t mention the sudden death of his sister, so something was definitely up. His suspicions were confirmed when he went over to Trunks´ and saw Bra sitting in the living room, talking with her oldest niece. She stared him right in the eyes when she walked in, her stare so intense he almost took a step back.
"Goten, hey! Already read some good reviews, congrats! I haven´t read it yet but I´m totally excited!" Anu slapped him on the shoulder and got an irritated look for it. Bra only smiled slyly at him, not saying anything at all.
"I think you should finally start your own series, the lady detective from your new novel would be great for a few more books, don´t you think? The lawyer would make a great love interest for her!"
He hardly listened to the polite babbling, not caring if she actually liked it, he was too distracted by Bra. Something had changed, was it the time he hadn´t seen her? He couldn´t get his eyes away from her.
"You were such a great help babysitting during our holiday, I have to thank you again. You are so good with children Goten, I´m sure you´ll make a good dad someday." She slapped his shoulder again.
He finally managed to move his eyes away from Bra, not sure if he should say something about Anu´s comment. She knew he wasn´t interested in a family, but it probably was just some mindless chatter anyway. Anu´s newest baby started screaming the same time and she picked him up to feed him. He decided to give Anu some privacy, turning to Bra instead.
"What are you doing here?"
Bras eyes widened for a second. "This is my family. Do I need to justify why I want to visit them, Goten?"
His eyes narrowed, but before he could utter something nasty, Trunks entered the room with his parents. Goten clenched his teeth, thinking about leaving immediately. Trunks could've warned him, he was absolutely in no mood to talk to Bulma and Vegeta, especially when Bra was eyeing him all the time. He had wanted to talk to her, but that had to be re-scheduled. And Bra was talking with her niece about math anyway.
Sighing, he sat down, as far away from Bra as possible.
Bra had imagined how it would go, all the details, over and over. There was no way she would give Goten the satisfaction of looking like she missed him. He would instantly realize that she was perfect, that he shouldn´t have ignored her for months and beg for forgiveness. All while she could see him squirm with her family present, just waiting to get her away from the others, but she wouldn´t, she would drag it out, enjoy the suffering…
It almost worked, though when he entered the room, a short beard and his hair a bit longer than usual, perfectly disheveled and just too handsome, she almost felt her plan crumbling. She wasn´t sure if she could wait until everyone went home. But the way his eyes couldn´t leave her… she was definitely not the only one being affected by it.
Just when her dad had eyed her suspiciously for the fourth time she excused herself and left. It was a tiny victory at least. Sighing, she got into her car and drove to work. Better than staying at home, masturbating. She had to get her mind out of the gutter, distract herself. Not doing something stupid, like calling Goten to come over immediately. When she entered her office she kicked of her shoes, high heels, just worn for the occasion, and got to work. She hadn´t been very productive lately, so there was enough to do.
About two hours later someone knocked on her window. Goten waved and she reluctantly got up to open it. What a great idea that was, flying around in the middle of the city!
"What are you doing here?"
Bra looked flabbergasted. They hadn´t talked for four months in private and THAT was the first thing he said?
"Excuse me? I´m working."
"Yeah but why?" He looked across the room, as if he was expecting to see something unusual.
"Because I wasn´t in the mood to go home. What do you even care? It´s none of your business!"
Goten stared at her for a few seconds, contemplating. "Why did you run away?"
Bra felt her face getting hot in an instant. It was immensely embarrassing that he connected the dots so easily. Her plan had been a total failure.
"I… I didn´t, I just wasn´t in the mood for a long social evening." She looked away from him, feeling her heart race, was she actually nervous? She had to force herself to look back at Goten. The way he scrutinized her, knowing exactly why she had dressed up like that, the white blouse and the rosé shorts over black tights, the high heels kicked aside carelessly. Not that he hadn´t obviously bothered as well.
"Anyway, it´s been a while since we´ve seen each other and I´m glad you´re doing well. Congrats on the book."
He looked at her suspiciously. "Thanks, I guess."
She pressed her lips together. Why didn´t he say something? Why was he just staring at her? What was this all about?
"Listen, Goten, I think I was a bit pushy lately. I… think that was uncalled for."
Now his eyes widened and he broke into a wide grin. "Is that actually an apology? From you?"
"That is no apology. I have nothing to apologize for. I´m not apologizing." That sounded pathetic even to her. She could only kill herself now to escape this situation.
"Oooh, right. Of course not. But I like how we came to the same conclusion at the same time." He put his hands in his pockets, leaning his head to the side. Moving a step closer.
"What are you doing?" Not that she minded, she didn´t mind at all. He was close enough to smell his deodorant, she just wanted to… touch the stubble on his face…
"Testing if you want to keep your promise."
What promise? It hadn´t been a promise. A compromise, rather. "I´m not finished with work."
Goten got nearer, leaning her against the desk, she could feel his body press against her, it was the most incredible feeling, how she had missed it, that fucking bastard, letting her wait so long, she should just push him away and let him deal with his boner alone, but she couldn´t, she just couldn´t, and then he grabbed her thigh, lifting her leg up, there was no way she could refuse now.
"Do it tomorrow then. Or do you want to stop?"
Or course she didn´t, and he knew it. She sighed, admitting defeat. But what a sweet surrender it was. She was gently rubbing her foot against his cheek, feeling the stubble poking her through the thin fabric. He moved his head slightly, biting her foot.
"Are you into that?"
He hummed, rubbing his nose against her toes. "Who knows, I could start to like it."
Bra rolled her eyes. "Well, test it another day. I… kinda have a surprise for you. Let´s switch."
Goten got a doubtful look on his face, but he complied. When he leaned with his back against the desk, she started fumbling on his trousers. She was really excited, seeing his cock made her even more excited. This would be great!
"Bra, what are you doing?"
"Sucking your cock, apparently. Why?"
Goten was speechless. What a sight.
"You… you never did that."
"I know. I don´t suck dick, but I changed my mind, so lean back and enjoy."
He seemed convinced. She took another deep breath, stroked his dick a bit. It was quite huge. Usually she liked it, but right now… She stroked the thick, black hair around his base, following the trail up to his stomach until she looked him in the eyes. That face made it worth it. Taking a deep breath she took it hesitantly in her mouth, licking the tip. It was highly uncomfortable and she hadn´t really started yet. Moving her head back, she stroked a bit more, trying to raise her confidence. This time, she started licking it, the whole length, on all sides. He wasn´t really hard, how embarrassing. Taking another deep breath she took it in her mouth, as much as possible. She wanted to deepthroat it, but it wasn´t even halfway in when she had to gag and quickly moved away, trying to calm down her stomach. Saliva was dripping down her chin. She wiped it away carelessly, contemplating if she already showed enough goodwill or if she should try one more time… When she looked up, Goten had a mildly amused look on his face. Huffing, she decided he didn´t deserve more at all.
"Bra… no one became a pro just like that."
She let out a bark of laughter and got comfortable on her knees. She was a natural in many things, it wasn´t all that wrong to assume blowjobs were on the list as well.
"But I have to give you points for the effort. Come on, don´t be mad."
Bra pouted. He wasn´t even half hard, what an insult. "Fuck yourself."
A heartily laugh made her look up again. "Stop pouting, you can do much better things with your mouth. I´m sure my cock left a nice taste." He grabbed her by her arms, pulling her up to kiss her and what a kiss it was. She felt mad at herself for enjoying it so much, the feeling of his hands on her butt, his firm muscles under his shirt, the way he smelled, the way he played with her, making her melt into his mouth without even realizing it. She broke away, her lips red and swollen. He licked his, slowly.
"I hate you."
Goten grinned, his teeth so white in the dim office. "I hate you, too. I never wanted to fuck you again."
"You're welcome." She pushed against his chest, making him sit down on the desk. It took a lot of fumbling, there was too much stuff lying around and they had some trouble getting her out of her shorts quickly enough. The tights were sacrificed, Bra just wanted to feel him inside her and when they finally managed, she moaned loudly from the bliss. She leaned back, not wasting much time with a slow pace and got right into it, enjoying the sound it made each time she slammed down on his dick. Goten had his hands on her hips, moving slowly upwards, lifting her blouse until he cupped her breasts through her bra. She had to lean forward, pushing up his shirt the same time. When she was deep enough to kiss him he let his hands glide down her body to her ass again, slamming her down with more force. She enjoyed the feeling of his thick hair against her stomach, almost as much as the friction that was driving her insane.
She couldn´t have been the only one, it barely took them any time until they came, shortly after each other. Bra tried to catch her breath when she felt Goten slipping out of her. Right, they forgot a condom…
"Hey, Goten, you came in me."
He shrugged, massaging her ass. It was unlikely she got pregnant, they both knew it, so she could just as well make the best of it. Moving herself into a sitting position, she managed to get her fingers inside her pussy, the sperm immediately started to flow on her hand. It was quite much.
"You wanna know how you taste like?" He didn´t say a word, his black eyes were just looking intently at her and he willingly opened his mouth when she brought her hand up, licking on her fingers. Looking at it was even better than feeling it. Maybe Anu was right, no one she met before had been that willing to do everything she wanted and no one had done it looking as good as Goten did. She should stay nice. Bra didn´t resist when he slowly moved her hand away and leaned in for a kiss, although she thought it was a bit icky. He hummed into her mouth and she didn´t mind all that much anymore.
"How about a second round on the sofa?"
"Yes please." She tried to get out of her clothes quickly, throwing the blouse away and feeling the relief when she opened her bra. Goten was just as eager, almost tripping when he tried to get out of his skinny jeans. Bra couldn´t resist, trailing her hand through his chest hair. Maybe it was her saiyan side, or maybe it didn´t matter because it felt so nice. She got on the couch, even on her knees and guided Goten to her entrance. It was a special occasion and she wanted to feel as much of him as possible, as deep as possible. She didn't mind getting in a position she didn't like all that much in that case. Goten shortly had his hand on her lower back, moving slowly, so slowly before he finally grabbed her around her waist, pressed her against him and fucked her so hard she hoped she wouldn´t be able to get up the next day.
It was… perfect.
The street lights flickered occasionally over their bodies, illuminating the red nails with which Bra traced symbols on his chest, humming slowly to herself. He should get up, move, it was already late but it felt so nice.
"You know, Goten, I thought about us. Our disagreement… was rather unpleasant. So I´d like to propose something."
She looked up, he felt her head move on his chest, but he didn´t want to change position to look into her eyes. It was too comfortable.
"What?"
She exhaled. Obviously she had a speech prepared. "I try to be less… demanding. And I will consider suggestions from you."
He grinned, seeing his victory. Four month had been worth it. "That sounds like an idea. I don´t want humans involved again."
She shortly stopped her hand movements. "Alright. Wasn´t too much fun anyway."
"And I have some ideas about things we haven´t tried yet."
Bra leaned on her elbow to get a better look at him. "I´m not gonna fuck any women. I don´t like women."
"Well, obviously. No humans."
"Good. There´s always some asshat who thinks just because I´m good at sex I´m a porn actress and would do a live show for him or whatever. I´m not into girls."
Goten frowned. He knew that just too well, most people couldn´t understand why he was bisexual either. "I know, that wasn´t…"
"And I don´t want to fight with you either."
"What?" Fighting? That was the least thing the thought about. "Why would I want to do that? You can´t even fight!"
Now Bra got up completely, sitting down between his legs. "What do you mean? Of course I can fight, good enough for you anyway. You can´t even go super anymore, eh?" She grinned, her nails digging into his thighs. "I just don´t think it´s hot."
Goten gritted his teeth. He could go super, but it was very exhausting and there was no point for it anyway. "I didn´t want to fight with you. Independent from our power, so…"
She hit him quite unexpectedly and he had to admit, it hurt. NOW she wanted to prove herself! Goten caught her fist, both of them struggling for a hold, both determined to not let the other get away, until they fell off the couch. He released her hands when he landed hard on his shoulder. Bra used the opportunity to try and punch him again, but he managed to deflect the swing, just to be hit square into the jaw with her other fist. He should´ve known she wasn´t completely unaware of fighting. Bra used his short moment of disorientation to aim her knee at his groin. Goten hardly managed to stop it, feeling the sting on his hand. The struggling continued, both of them wrestling on the floor until Goten tried to free himself and punched his elbow back. It connected, sounded like a broken nose and when he turned around he saw blood flooding out of Bra´s nose and probably her mouth as well.
They just looked at each other for a few seconds, both wide eyed in the darkness of Bra´s office, while her blood dripped down on the cream coloured carpet. It felt like an eternity, an eternity in which he felt his blood pulsing through his system, making him more aware, more ready, he hadn´t fought in so long. It wasn´t arousing, it was just… exciting. The moment he wanted to move, Bra lunged forward, running into him, making them both stumble against the window. Goten managed to get a hold of her, slamming her against the cold glass. She just gritted her teeth, trying to kick him. He held her arms tight, probably too tight. He didn´t care if it would bruise.
Goten waited a second too long. Bra managed a kick into his knee and he loosened his grip shortly, long enough for her to grab his arm and smash him against the glass next to her. Surprisingly, it didn´t break, but he felt some teeth loosening in his mouth. She didn´t attack again. He slowly removed himself from the window, intently looking at the blood stain he made there. It looked terrific.
Bra was just standing there, half of her body illuminated in a dusty glow, big white eyes, ready to strike. Blood was dripping out of his mouth. They both reacted at the same time, running against each other, clawing at each other, biting, snarling, kissing… kissing? Was it kissing? He hadn´t kissed like that before, tasting her blood on his tongue and losing his mind over it. He sucked and licked until it was all gone, just as she did, feral, unthinking, just tasting, tasting…
He let go of her, just staring into her eyes, shimmering in the dim light. Bra came out of her stupor first.
"We should go. To the hospital. I think my nose is broken."
Goten rubbed over a small blood stain on the carpet. He lost some teeth, but it wasn´t that bad. "Okay. Let´s go."
It was five in the morning. Her nose was aching, the painkillers hadn´t helped much. All efforts to cover up the bruises were more or less useless so far, and applying makeup hurt her, so she stopped. It had been a strange night. The people in the hospital thought they were both victims of domestic violence, it took some arguing to convince them otherwise. She was just happy that her nose didn´t need setting.
Still, in a few hours she would need to work. Eventually, she would have to go home. And even if she healed fast, the bruises would be visible for two or three days. Bra sighed. There was no way around it, she had think of some cover story. Nothing much to do anyway while she sat on her couch, watching the cleaning people getting rid of the blood stains in her office. At least they didn´t ask questions, but she had expected nothing else from a cleaning company who came in the middle of the night to a crime scene.
Because that´s what it was. It hadn´t been… natural. It had been wrong. There was no other way to justify it, but… it had felt so good. Bra shook her head, trying to get rid of the memory of it all.
The cover story. Better get back to that.
