Yours

Prologue

There he was. Shoulderlength, raven colored hair; pale, slanted eyes and a broadshouldered but slender body. His black shirt showed off muscular arms and the movements of his lithe body spoke of pure strength. He looked young, hardly older than her and she already looked younger than she was. His whole appearance was cat like, the way he moved with that unearthly grace, the way he seemed to look through people instead of at them. Though he behaved calm and laid back, she could sense he was deadly. And he was wonderful.

Since the first night she'd seen him here, she'd watched him. She could follow his every move from where she sat at the bar, and when he left, she left as well. She wouldn't be able to follow him home, though. He would know immediately she was following him. All girls in this club were watching him, but noone would follow him home.

He didn't normally dance. Usually he sat at the bar, looking at the people as she was looking at him. Today, though, he had gotten up and walked to the dance floor. Now he was dancing there, alone.

He was amazing. The few times she'd walked past him, as close as one had to in a club, she'd breathed in his musky, manly scent, felt his body heat, his strong fingers accidentally against her arm. It made her want to be closer, as close as possible. She longed to feel his body against hers, feel his muscles move under his skin, wipe his hair out of his eyes, lose herself in his kiss. But though he noticed her, he never acknowledged her. To him she probably was just one of the many girls in this club that admired him.

He was moving fluently to the beat, his eyes half closed as if he was completely losing himself in the music. She wanted to lose herself in him.

His movements hypnotized her, must hypnotize her because she stood up and slowly started making her way to the dance floor. His cool blue eyes never opened completely, but she knew he knew she was coming closer.

She stopped in front of him, maybe an arms length away. Not daring to look at him again, she too started moving to the music. The song had a latin tint to it, passionate and intense. She too started to block out her surroundings until the only thing she knew was her and the music.

And him.

Finally she dared to look up. His pale blue eyes were fixed on her, had probably constantly been so. She blushed but was only vaguely aware of it as her own gaze glued to his. Her hips swayed in time to the beat but she didn't pay attention to it anymore. She paid no attention to anything as she inched forward, coming so close she could feel the heat radiating from him.

She inhaled his scent and looked up at him. He hadn't backed away at all, they danced as close as possible without purposedly touching eachother.

The look in his eyes was unreadable. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, then shook his head and walked off the dancefloor.

She followed him. Unable to do anything else, hypnotized by his mere being, she followed him off the dancefloor, out of the door, into the night.

The night air was cool, though not cold, and the full moon shone on the world, revealing things that were meant to be hidden in darkness. She could see him levitate, faster than she had imagined and she followed his example, flying after him as he entered the city park.

He dropped down in the shadows of a tall building, out of sight of the world. Her sharp eyes and saiyan nose could easily locate him as she dropped down as well. He was standing with his back towards her, not acknowledging her though he without a doubt knew she was there. She deeply breathed in and out. Ten heartbeats long they were silent.

Then he twirled around, facing her, his expression once again unreadable. "What are you?" he demanded, his voice deep and, though not purposedly, sensuous.

"Yours," she whispered.

In one heartbeat he stood in front of her, looking down into her eyes. His silky black hair brushed her forehead, his hot breath on her cheek gave her goosebumps all over. 

"I know you," he said, his voice now soft and silky, as his hair was. "You're family of Goku. You're the granddaughter of both the real and the fake hero of the world. You're a saiyan."

She tilted her head slightly. "I'm yours," she whispered again and stood on tiptoe, her gaze fixed on his, and kissed him.

His lips were a bit salty and so soft. For an eternal moment he stood completely still, then he started kissing her back. He forcefully pushed her against the wall as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, she could feel the stones pressing into her back, as his hard body pressed into her front. She couldn't care less. Her hands freely roamed his body, slipping under his shirt, feeling out all the muscles there. She pulled him closer, wanting every inch of her skin to make contact with his.

Words were not necessary, not wanted as their bodies said everything. From the moment she first saw him, she knew he burnt with the same passion as her. Now she could feel that passion and she wanted nothing more than to devour it.

Her top was gone, when did that happen? She found herself violently tugging at his muscle shirt. It did not want to go off voluntarily and with an exasparated sound she ripped it clean off. His eyes widened at her move and again he opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. Instead he pulled her close again, slipping his arms around her and unclasping her bra. She pressed up against him, loving the feel of his warm, hard body close to hers, revelling in the contact with his skin. A gasp left her mouth when he suddenly dropped down, pulling her with him so they ended up sitting on the grass. He pushed her back and peeled the loosened bra off her. His mouth trailed down her neck, alternately scraping his teeth over her skin and kissing it. She shivered when he softly blew over the wet spots and frowned when she realised he was getting the upper hand. With inhuman speed she rolled them over, ending up on top of him. She pushed his arms down above his head and lowered her face so she could look into his eyes.

After an eternity of gazing into the liquid blue pools she brought her face to his, so close that she could feel his breath on her lips. With a satisfied grin she noted that his breathing had become a little irregular as well. He only looked at her, his catlike eyes watching her every move, no doubt seeing right through her and reading all her thoughts and emotions. She didn't blush this time, she already was flushed. Her lips touched his but left again before he could respond. Her eyelids lowered as she moved down, her lips all but touching his skin, her hot, moist breath causing him goosebumps all over. Her tongue flicked out as she reached his chest, trailing around his breast until she finally reached his nipple. Biting and licking she teased him until the dark bud stood erect and his breath definately had become irregular. He was still watching her, she noted as she looked up, fascination clear on his face, though he tried to hide it the moment she saw it. Narrowing his eyes at her he rolled them over again, holding her hands down, his knees at each side of her hips. He leaned down and his soft hair tickled her face and neck. His eyes were unreadable now as they gazed into hers.

"I don't understand you," he whispered and leaned in to kiss her again.

"Oh, but you do," she breathed just before their lips met.

Their kiss grew more and more passionate as the last remaining pieces of clothing were shred off. Without breaking apart she tugged at his jeans, hers were already off. Her breath hitched as his hands danced over her body again, tracing circles around her nipples, squeezing and stroking in just the right places. She idly wondered where he'd picked up this skill, but lost that thread of thought when his hands started moving down.

For ages his fingers were teasing the inside of her thighs and lower stomach, all but touching her where she wanted it most. Moaning she forgot what she was trying to acchieve with his pants. She pushed her hips up, but he laughed silently and ignored her plea. Instead he broke their kiss and started nibbling on her neck again. She started to make a frustrated sound when he finally complied. The sound turned into a low, almost animalistic grunt as his fingers stroke over her slick entrance. They slipped in, then slid up to find her pleasure spot. Under his administrations she quickly turned into a being solely concentrated on the feelings between her legs, shuddering and moaning.

She suddenly opened her eyes, not aware that she'd closed them. He was smirking smugly, obviously pleased with the way she reacted. "Enough," she said hoarsely.

His eyebrows lifted, and she tugged at his pants again. "Out, now," she ordered, though she made an annoyed sound when his hand left her body.

He stood up to comply and she glanced at him from under her eyelids as he stripped. He really was amazing, the way his muscles moved under his fair skin and his long legs and not to mention tight butt... She shook her head mildly, inwardly laughing at herself.

He pulled of everything, then turned to face her again. She held her breath at the truely beautiful scene in front of her. The moonrays highlated his hair and skin so that he seemed to have an unearthly aura. For a moment she felt something deeper, greater than just lust, but she shook it off when he dropped down beside her and pulled her close.

He looked deeply into her eyes again, silently asking her a question that didn't really need to be asked. She forcefully pulled him on top of her and wrapped her legs around his waist. It was all the invitation he needed. She pulled his head to hers to give him a long, passionate kiss as he slowly pushed inside.

Within seconds he had her moaning again, but this time she wasn't the only one making noise. He purred or growled, a deep vibrating sound that only turned her on more. His strokes were long and deep and tantalizingly slow, but the brief annoyance with that cleared with all the other thoughts in her head, the only thing she could think of was him. He somehow angled his thrusts, giving her pleasure that she had not thought possible without the use of hands or tongue.

His pace finally increased and she could feel an orgasm build up very slowly. She growled very saiyan like and raked her nails across his back. He gave her a surprised look but increased his pace more and more. She almost shivered under him, each thrust seemed to be the one to bring her over the edge, but it just continued to feel so good that it almost hurt. Finally his pace turned wild and his movements lost all control as he let himself go, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed in the passion of the moment.

When her orgasm finally crashed down on her she bit down on his neck deep, tasting the blood but not noticing it as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She clung to him when his movements stopped and he groaned in his own moment of passion, but he looked at her when he felt her sharp teeth penetrate his skin. She looked up, feeling his warm blood on her lips, dripping down her chin, and she looked at him challengingly. He did not doubt but bit down as well, still shaking from his orgasm. She herself was still humming with pleasure but she could make enough sense of everything to lick off the blood on his neck and shoulders. He grinned at her vaguely, obviously regaining some common sense as well and did as she, and when she burried her face in the crook of his chin and neck he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. The only coherent thought before she fell asleep was that she'd never felt better.

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AN: Ah, I'm back at the Juunanagou-Pan stories!! I love that couple ^^

This is just begging for a sequel (or second chapter), I know. I'll probably write it.