Hey yall! I recall promising this short alternate universe fic on SEVERAL occasions, and in celebration of Valentine's Day I thought I'd give yall some smutty smut smut. Especially if you're stuck at home without a date… at least you can imagine some hard Saiyan cock. :D ENJOY!

Usagi sighed happily and tangled her fingers in his hair when he kissed her, returning it just as slowly and lovingly, moaning softly as he slid his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. And then she felt him pressing into her lower stomach, purring in the back of his throat when she arched into it and hooked her leg around his thigh to pull him closer, offering him her body.

She opened her eyes when he growled in appreciation for the way she was rubbing against him; that was not Trunks's growl. She knew that sound better than just about any sound in the world, and she knew without a doubt that the man kissing her couldn't be her mate. "TOUSAN!? WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Vegeta slowly cracked open his eyes and licked his lips at the sight of her, flushed and aroused, and jerked her back to him as she began to backpedal away from him. He kissed her again, the action hot and demanding, and was pleased when she actually returned it, if only for a few seconds before her better sense took over.

Usagi jerked back again, panting heavily, and tried to get her sudden raging hormones under control. "Tousan… Tousan, what are you doing?" She asked breathlessly. Hot damn if the man wasn't a good kisser! Even Trunks's kissing paled in comparison to Vegeta's, and her mate had been the best damned kisser she'd ever encountered!

"I'm claiming my mate, woman, what do you think I'm doing?" He whispered hoarsely. "You're mine, Usa. Come here and let me have you," he ordered softly.

She couldn't help but moan when his mouth slanted over hers once more and resumed its skillful assault on her senses while his hands began to wander over her with an expertise that made her head spin. That was when she realized how hot his hands were, how the chest under her fingertips was coated in a light sheen of sweat. "Tousan, it's just the burning," she whispered, as his lips began to roam over her throat. "We… we can handle this, right? Just don't bite me."

Unable to answer through the haze of lust, Vegeta merely nodded as he began to strip her of her clothes, his mouth exploring the newly bared skin. "Need you," he groaned, "need you now. Let me have you, woman."

"Tousan," she whimpered, as his mouth closed over a nipple and began to suck as his hand wandered south to stroke her, "I need you to focus. Talk to me, Tousan, so we can make some sort of plan."

Vegeta just barely nodded and fought his way up through the burning to look at her. "Won't bite you," he grunted.

"Can… can we do this without you biting me?" She asked seriously. "Realistically, Tousan. I'll get you through this, but you can't bite me. You can't."

He licked his lips and nodded. "Fought the pull for you for four years. I can keep from biting you. Just don't resist me," he added as his breathing grew heavy. "And don't call me that."

Usagi blinked, trying to absorb what he'd just told her. He'd felt the pull for her!? Four years ago!? "You felt…?"

He shook his head as if to try and clear it. "Can't—can't focus, woman. Later. Talk later. Won't bite you," he repeated, just as his mouth came crashing down on hers again, hot and aggressive. Usagi lost her ability to think as his hand continued the path it was making and began to stroke her, finding her warm and slick with arousal, and she arched into him instinctively, moaning into his mouth.

Five years without the touch of a man ensured that it took only minimal effort on his part to bring her to climax, his fingers circling and whispering over her clit to draw it out as she whimpered and arched into him, going stiff in his arms. Vegeta couldn't hold back any longer at the sound of her rapture, and his shorts were gone with a quick tear. He moaned desperately as he pressed into her folds and slid into her, his eyes rolling back as he felt her walls tighten around him immediately in response. "All mine," he groaned. "Usagi, you feel so fucking right, woman."

"Don't stop," she begged, as he began thrusting into her at a hard and steady pace. "Please, Vegeta, please don't stop." She came then as his beast growled and purred at the same time, the sound turning her on beyond belief. "Vegeta," she moaned, "feels so good—"

If she was going to say anything else, his lips effectively shut her up as he kissed her with every ounce of passion and need that he'd been harboring for her over the last four years as he continued to sate his lust inside of her. He moaned into her mouth as she came again, the sound mingling with her muffled cry of pleasure as her nails dug into his back and she locked her legs around his waist in total surrender, arching her hips for more of him. He wasn't about to deny her anything, and Vegeta did as her body asked, moving harder, turning her moans to sharp little cries of ecstasy that he only continued to silence with his mouth as he kept it occupied in order to keep from biting down on her shoulder.

Usagi cried out when he suddenly erupted inside of her, the sensation of it spurring on yet another climax as she continued to moan and writhe against him, her body pleading for more if he could give it. He sagged, however, panting heavily into her breasts as he held her tightly and shook from the aftermath. "Tousan…?" She asked worriedly.

"Don't… don't call me… that," he replied as he fought for air.

"Vegeta," she whispered, running her hands through his hair soothingly, "are you alright?"

"Still burns," he practically whimpered into her right breast. "I'm so sorry, Usagi."

"It's alright," she soothed. "Tou—Vegeta, take as much as you need, we'll worry about the awkward after-sex talk later, ok?"

"I've sworn in the past that you're some kind of goddess, Usa. I think I was right all this time," he whispered gratefully as he began to thrust into her once more, albeit at a slower pace. "Come for me as much as you want, woman. You deserve more pleasure than I could ever give you, my r'sha."

Usagi didn't have words for that as she trembled beneath him and shattered again, moaning his name. The only time she managed to think straight was whenever she'd feel his lips or teeth moving over her shoulder, and she managed to have enough presence of mind to claim his lips with her own as she stroked the base of his tail to calm him.

It wasn't until he'd had his pleasure three more times that he finally felt the burning ease and he sagged, practically wanting to weep with relief. "Usa?" He groaned, unable to even lift his head, "please say something."

"My vagina feels like it got hit by a freight train."

Vegeta couldn't help himself, he laughed at that typical Usagi response; it sounded so normal despite everything that he wasn't quite as terrified about what her reaction would be. He purred and closed his eyes as her hands traced the scars on his back, and simply breathed in her scent without guilt for the first time since he'd felt the pull for her. "Other than the Saiyan Express colliding with your snatch, how are you?"

"Fine," she whispered, suddenly serious. "Four years, Vegeta?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "Almost a year after the accident. I don't know how, but I've been ignoring it all this time."

"I don't know how, either," she said in wonder. God, the amount of willpower required for such a feat was simply staggering… but then again, she'd seen him control his Oozaru form, too. He was the only Saiyan that could do that, and such a thing required a staggering amount of willpower.

"God, Vegeta, you're still burning up," Usagi said worriedly, as she kissed his forehead and sighed. "I know how this works, so I won't pretend, ok? Let me get a senzu, give me a few minutes, and I'll be ready again. And I need to call the girls and Kakarot and tell them to stay the fuck away for a couple days… your burnings only last a couple, right?"

Vegeta nodded. "But it's been six years, so I don't know, Usagi," he admitted miserably.

This wasn't his fault, and while she was upset about the whole pull thing, right then wasn't the time to voice it. They had plenty of time for that later. Right now he needed her to be understanding, cooperative and loving. She'd get him through the burning, just as she'd done for Trunks for twelve years, and then they would come up with some sort of battle strategy for the rest of their time together. "It's ok, Vegeta." Usagi kissed him gently before rolling out of the bed and digging her phone and a senzu out of her subspace, the latter of the two healing the tear she'd sustained during the last round and easing the ache. "Yeah, Rei. I knew you'd be up. You at Kakarot's? Yeah—no, we're not still on. I need you guys to stay away from Capsule Corp. Keep Geta away, too—no, we're alright—yeah, I'm sure. Vegeta's burning right now, and—yeah, exactly. I'd rather not deal with severed heads on the lawn."

Usagi grimaced then and nodded. "Yes, I'm handling it—no, I'm fine. Rei-chan, Tousan would do anything for me. Anything. That goes both ways. The burning is included in anything. I'll call if I need more senzu, I've already taken one and—yes, Rei-chan, I'm fine! God, honey!" She jumped when Vegeta was suddenly pressing her against the wall, falling to his knees in front of her, his mouth going right to her nub before she could even word a protest. "Holy! Rei… Rei, honey—God, Rei shut up, I need to—dear God," she moaned. "YES, Rei, that's what I'm trying to tell you, and the man could give fucking lessons on it! YES, BYE!"

Vegeta chuckled as he continued to give her his full attention, and caught her cellphone when she dropped it and her hands buried in his hair. He hit the off button without even looking before sliding it across the floor and out of reach, then clutched her tightly to him as he pursed his lips around her clit and began to suck. He purred and moaned as she almost immediately came for him, holding her up as she lost control of the muscles in her legs. "Want you again," he whispered into her heat. He gave her another slow lick before lowering her onto him, and used the wall as leverage to thrust into her as she wrapped around him and surrendered her body to his beast once more.

More Valentine's Day lovin'! Now… that said, I thought I'd give yall this since it's BEEN written for a while, but I see no end in sight for it. So please don't give me shit when I focus on all my other stuff and I'm slow with the updates on this! I do have a couple other chapters written though, but they're short. Fair warning. PLEASE R&R!