Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or it's characters. All credit for that belongs to Akira Toriyama.
Also a note to the readers this is a gendebent story from the P.O.V of Kuririn. Please no hate and enjoy the story! I hope you all enjoy!
- From the bliss of sleep and inky blackness I felt myself begin to stir. The source of my being awake now due to a weight lifting from the bed. Softly I shivered as the sheets slid down slightly, exposing my back to the cool night air that drifted in from the open bedroom window. Without a word I sat up, exposing more of my unclothed form so that I could look at him.
He stood by the window, his blonde hair tousled and a thoughtful look upon his face. He wore the same ripped jeans he had worn upon arriving here, shirt still in a heap on the floor. Sometimes I honestly loved to sit here and watch him, memorizing every feature for a rainy day. I could tell by that look he was about to leave again. Eighteen was never one to stay in one place for long. Kind of like a wild horse. He longed to be free.
Sometimes that got to me. Why if he enjoyed freedom was he thinking of tying himself down to me? And how did I even get so lucky as to have him? He was perfection while I was nothing but normal. Average. As the thoughts began to take me to a dark place in my heart suddenly an index finger coaxed me to tilt my head back slightly. Those beautiful sapphire pools that rivaled any jewel in beauty had now captured my attention.
"I know what you're thinking, Rin..Don't." He said in a firm tone, breath ghosting against my lips in a way that made me tremble. It didn't help that he was calling me by the nickname he had chosen for me. My heart felt like it was about to jump right out of my chest.
"I can't help it sometimes.." I sighed, discouragement clear in my tone but before I could say more I felt his lips upon mine. His kisses tasted unlike anything that I had ever experienced before. Far more delicious. As his lips led mine in a series of long and passionate kisses coherent thought became difficult.
But as soon as it started it ended. Eighteen pulled back, a husky chuckle leaving his lips.
"There can be more of that tomorrow when I come back. Go back to sleep." He said softly, giving my cheek one last affectionate stroke before going to grab his shirt. He made quick work of putting it followed by his shoes. Without another word he hopped out the window, leaving me sitting on the bed with a deep blush upon my cheeks.
"Tomorrow..I'll see you then." I said softly though I knew he was gone and couldn't hear me. Taking a calming breath I laid back down on the bed, my mind chaotic and full of confusion.