Barstool.

This is the rarest occurrence but by far my favorite. It's only happened a handful of times over the course of our relationship but these moments are ones that I cherish the most.

It always occurs when no one is home, which is probably why it's so rare. .

I remember the first time

It was during the time of peace that followed the ordeal with Cell. Trunks was around 4, this particular weekend he had been whisked away by my parents to attend some science convention that was geared for children. I was apprehensive at first about letting him go, but Dad convinced me that it would be a great learning opportunity for Trunks! He also reminded me that without Trunks running around, I would have two whole days to work on my current project.

Sold!

I awoke that morning to an empty bed and quiet house. I got ready for my day, dressing nicer than I usually would for a day in the lab, but hey I was in a mood.

Vegeta surprised me that morning by being in the kitchen when I entered it, he was dressed for training but it didn't look like he had done a single thing that morning.

He was sitting on a barstool at the breakfast counter, casually looking over some blueprints I had left there the night before.

I approached him

"Good morning, Vegeta" I said as I drew nearhim

"Hn" he responded, his eyes still gazing on the documents but he turned his body towards me, inviting me to stand close, I walked up to him and stood in-between his legs as I started to speak about my project, excitedly telling him all about it, assuming he was interested.

I subconsciously leaned into him, resting my shoulder against his chest, still explaining to him the details to my project

I feel his hand on my hip as he nudges me closer, his right leg bent, the knee lightly resting against my butt while his left leg is extended, foot resting on the floor. I'm trapped in his embrace.

"So you see, with this section right here -"

His breath is on my ear as he rests his chin on my shoulder, his hand still holding my waist, I try to continue on but I've forgotten what I was talking about, hyper aware of his breath, his hand, his touch. It's in this moment, this rare moment ,that I feel loved by him. It's a small token of affection, something so simple but I love it.

He nuzzles my neck, bringing his mouth up to my ear nibbling on the lobe.

"You were saying? He whispers

I shiver as his breath hits my skin.

"Oh. Right, so you see this section?" I point to the middle of the blueprint "this will conne-"

He starts to whisper something to me in his native language, I'm again at a loss for words. I listen to him as he continues to whisper, his grip a little tighter as he pulls me closer. I love when speaks to me like this, it's not the first time I've heard him talk to me in his foreign language

He says the same thing every time but when I press him for a translation, he won't share. His secret, I guess.

I'm flustered now and fear that if I don't get out of his embrace soon, I may spend the rest of the day there.

I go to move away before I'm sucked in but he holds me closer, his lips on my neck, his breath lighting my skin on fire

"No" he exhales onto my shoulder.

"Vegeta…"

"Vegeta, I need to get a start on editing these blueprints! Trunks isn't here so I real-!"

"No"

He spins me so we're chest to chest, one hand small of my back his other grabbing the base of my neck, fingers in my hair, as he pulls me in his lips are on mine before I can blink. I'm lost in his kiss what did I need to do again?

Oh!

I manage to get my hands on his chest and give him a nudge

He indulges me and breaks our kiss, eyes staring into mine

"…I really need to get work done while trunks isn't here. It's an opportunity for me to get a lot done! "

His forehead is on mine, he chuckles and says

"I can think of something much better to do during this opportunity"

I sigh…I can't deny him.

Needless to say, nothing else got done that weekend, well none of my projects got done. Honestly, we hadn't spent a whole day together like that since before Trunks was born. Not that I'm complaining.

And you know what I realized after? He fucking planned it! He was never interested in my project, but he knew I would immediately start talking about it if I saw him looking at the blueprints. He used my enthusiasm and his touch to distract me so he could get his way.

and boy, did he sure get his way.