Really, really short one shot featuring my OTP Br/17. This wasn't plotted or planned, but I wanted to get something out here to motivate myself. I want to write more! Especially for my precious rare pair. The song inspired this. So yeah. I'm not actually sorry if it sucks. I didn't mean to bash Goten, but I know it came off that way. He's just acting like Goku and Bra is sick of being his OOC everyone. I own nothing. Enjoy.
Does he take care of you
Or could I easily fill his shoes?
But you say no
You say no
The 1975 - Sex
He's inside me, rubbing against the right spot. My mute TV in the background is the only source of light. Our breathing gets more labored. We're both close.
He thrusts in one last time, his face buried in my hair. He growls in my ear when he finishes.
My walls tighten, I cry out, and roll off him. My hair sticks to my face, and I'm panting.
Damn. That was hot. Sex with Lapis was nice, it didn't feel forced. I didn't have to have a sexy 'o' face or make sexy noises to appease him like with Goten.
Lapis sits upright. His face flushed, hair a mess. I resist the urge to kiss his temple.
"Do you want to stay here tonight?" I ask. I lick my lips. I can still taste him.
"Why are you asking? Thought you had to go to a party with Goten?"
Goten is my boyfriend. He doesn't act like it. Our relationship wasn't right. He goes off without telling me, misses important dates.
Like tonight. Our 3rd anniversary.
He's out with his father and Trunks, training. It's like he's forgotten he has a girlfriend completely.
I guess I'm no better. Instead of confronting him or talking about it, I'm fucking another guy.
I love Goten, I really truly do. But I'm not in love with him. Of course, I'm the last Sayian female. The princess. It's my responsibility to make sure my race survives.
Our relationship should have been set up from the beginning. It made sense. Our children would be so strong, we'd keep the Saiyan race going for as long as possible.
When we told everyone we were together, they were so happy, so proud. My father especially.
I can't disappoint him.
Lapis' voice cuts through my thinking, "He forgot didn't he?
"He didn't forget, just ignored the date completely." I say. I sound bitter because I am.
He mutters the word 'asshole' under his breath, before his arms encircle me.
I lean back against his chest. He smells like cigarettes and other bad things I can't have.
Before I can stop myself, I'm kissing him again. I taste smoke on his teeth and tongue.
I don't mind.
I'm on my back, him straddling me.
When he touches me, I feel light. When he kisses me, I feel drunk. When our bodies connect, I feel whole.
I know every time I need him, he'll be there. He'll drop everything and come to my rescue like a knight in a fairytale.
I want to, but I can't fall in love with him. I can't. If I do, the entire façade I've spent three whole years making will fall to the ground. No one would approve.
My race would disintegrate.
Tomorrow morning, we'll resume hating each other. I'll start calling him 17 again. Goten will offer me flowers, candy, and another date he won't show up to. It's all an endless loop.
Our mouths separate with a wet smacking sound. He moves off me.
"Three words," He says. He moves beside me.
"Three words," I repeat. I intertwine our fingers.
"They don't mean anything," He kisses my forehead, "You've got a boyfriend anyway."
Since they don't mean anything to us, we use those words a lot.
"I love you." I say before I fall asleep.
"Love you too." I hear, before I'm gone completely.
