(minutely edited to comply with rating guidelines)
~July~
The rain rattled down against Capsule Corporation, the summer storm a sharp contrast to the calm of their bedroom. Vegeta felt Bulma stir in his arms. He tightened his hold on her and hoped she would fall back asleep.
Her little button nose buried against his chest. Her soft breaths fanned against his skin and her toes wormed their way between his legs. With a huff he relented, and allowed their limbs to tangle.
"What time is it?" she murmured, half asleep.
"Dawn."
"Don't go yet."
He frowned, torn between the desire to train and the desire to stay. The wind whipped against the side of the house ferociously.
"Don't go," she repeated. Her voice was lower, ghosting over his ear, the words a siren call that distracted him from her hand. Delicate fingers snuck into his briefs and wrapped around him. She cooed when he began to fill out.
Damned vulgar woman.
He peeled open an eye to glare at her, but she was too focused on her prize, bright blue eyes twinkling with interest. "Looks like you needed this," she teased as her fingers worked him lazily.
He huffed, fingers fisting in the sheets.
"Promise you'll stay?"
He hated that she was this good at manipulating him. Hated more that he wanted her to succeed.
"Please?"
"Hn." It was as good as his assent.
Soft lips kissed his jaw and whispered a thank you that was more felt than heard.
The wind and rain pelted the house, relentless, a burgeoning storm that mirrored his own swelling climax at her clever hand. The rain melted away the rest of the world, leaving them cocooned in her room. His breathing grew ragged, and he buried his face in her hair to muffle his groans.
"Shh, it's okay. You can cum."
He did, spilling himself in her hand, his own clutching her tightly.
"There. Shh. Better?"
He struggled to catch his breath, his mind raging with endorphins. Or was that the storm?
She wiped them both up and pressed her cheek to his chest, letting out a content little sigh. "Let's sleep all morning."
He wasn't about to argue. He held her close until she fell asleep in his arms, not even asking for him to return the favor. When she was deep under, he let his fingers run indulgently through her hair and brushed over her perfect cheek.
"I'll stay," he promised.
~xo0xo~
AN: For Nadine who requested: Cuddly fluff that leads to something steamy? But it's during a July thunderstorm?