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A/N: There is sexual content in this chapter, just a warning. I told you guys it was coming…literally ;)

To Feel Her Touch It's Almost Impossible To Hold Still

Goten didn't know how to react at first but his instincts quickly took over. Her hands had found their way from his face to curl and wrap her fingers around the fabric of his white shirt. Her scent overwhelmed him, making her the only thing he could even consider thinking about.

His hands held onto her heated cheeks, fluttering lightly down the soft skin of her features. Tracing the contours of her neck, feeling the fluctuation of her heartbeat, he landed gradually at her sides, just below her breasts. He could feel her heart pumping through the cage of her ribs.

When Bra's tongue came out to swipe his bottom lip, he growled into her mouth, teeth bore hungrily. Her tongue came out to steal a lick over the fangs of his mouth hotly and slowly, guiding his lips back to meet hers, tongue to tongue. Her back was planted on the arm of the couch in a matter of seconds, and primal instincts were apparent when she snarled back, arousal clear in her tone.

Goten's body over took hers, a shadow looming over her small figure. She pulled and tugged at his clothing, trying to fill every small space between their two bodies. Bra's strength was powerful enough to make his nails dig deep into her slim sides with aspiration. Even with him pressed so tight to her, he just didn't feel close enough.

Her back arched seductively into Goten's chest, thighs tangled among his, where her slender legs massaged tauntingly between him. His mouth left hers to nimble at her earlobes, down her jugular to a spot on her throat that when his teeth made the slightest contact, she moaned in tainted ecstasy.

He fooled around there for a long second, loving the sounds escaping her lips that played like music to his ears. Rolling his tongue gracefully over the tender area, he nipped at it breathlessly.

Bra's panting traveled harmoniously through his body, assisting with the rising feeling of excitement in his groin. He had known nothing was wrong with him and he wished he could show Paris exactly how right he was. Goten smiled into her skin, invigorating aroma adding to the amounts of pleasure coursing through his form.

Bra's stimulation was like a fresh, new perfume to him. He couldn't describe what it did to him and what it made him want to do to her was just as indistinguishable.

His soft hands turned rough as they surged up and down her sides, feeling along the rounds of breasts, down to the feminine build of her stomach. His hands slipped up and under the hem of her shirt, warm, electrifying touch causing her to gasp in desire.

Bra roared lightly in his ear, pushing him up to where she now lay on top of him. Her cerulean, neat curls bounced around his face, tickling the surface of his skin. She stared deeply into his eyes, glint of lust spread so deeply through her pupils that his lips ached to be on her again. The way they sat kissing, Bra's knees lay in between Goten's legs, an up and down motion rubbing teasingly at the stiffness shaping.

He could feel her smirking as she kissed him, and he knew she was up to something. Her nails burrowed deep into his torso as she skated them down his muscular chest unhurriedly and mischievously.

When her hands came to the natural deep of his lower abdomen, they didn't stop. When they met the buckle of his pants, they swiftly worked. Bra could feel his growth through his jeans, more than adequately representing the want for her physically. It was a very large representation.

She stopped their kissing to look into his eyes, her bottom lip caught yearningly between the rows of her teeth. He brought his head up to nip at her mouth, egging her own.

Bra's hand found its way into his boxers, searching with tender tips until they wrapped around his member. He gasped and when he was about to take over again, her unoccupied hand pushed his chest harshly down onto the fluffed cushions, stopping his reverse actions.

"Nuh uhhh," She whispered and shimmied down his body until she became eye level with his undone zipper. Her hand still held him down as she took the head of 'little Goten' wholly in her mouth, using her tongue to knead along the vein of his shaft.

Goten's fingers locked through the aqua tresses of her hair, urging her to take him all inside of her warm maw.

His satisfaction was becoming well known as his fingers tightened around her coiled strands, making them a tangly mess as he pushed her forward. Bra worked him slowly, giving him the teasing feeling of the wet between her lips. Her tongue swished and swirled like a professional around his head, first taking him halfway in and then plunging deep until she felt him hit the back of her throat.

His dark eyes were broad as he watched the girl work, without gagging, teeth jagged with his hankering for her to continue.

"How do you?..." His head fell back on the nearest throw pillow, sensitivity pooling in his stomach, "Oh dear-!"

"Bra! Is that you down there? Who's here?"

Together they listened as steps came leisurely down the stairs, Bra's mouth still preoccupied.

"Trunks," Her voice was low, urgent, pleading. She had to let him see reason before something outrageous happened. "We're just playing off of emotions. None of this is anything but lus-"

"Shut," He planted a hushing kiss on her moving jaws, "up." He mumbled the last word into her mouth, words vibrating off her lips. Pan shivered into him, loving the feeling that his mouth was causing on hers.

"When I count," He placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth, "to three," the next on the tight line of her jaw, "I'm going," his lips moved below the lobe of her ear, "to ravish every…single," he kissed slowly down her throat, "part of your body."

She melted into him, falling limply into his handle, when his teeth grazed the crevice of her collarbone.

"One," His countdown began, hands leaving the wall when he realized she wasn't going anywhere. They found their way to the nape of her skull, catching a controlling grip around the locks of her black hair. "Two," He pulled his hand back to where her neck was fully exposed to him, open to whatever he wanted to do.

'I can stop this! I have more self control than this dammit!' Pan's right mind was still putting forth a solid effort to deny him when her body was so easily giving in.

When she watched his tongue form the word 'three', she used the last of her tamed willpower and attempted a quick spin out of his grasp. His hand caught on to her endeavor and constricted, her movement only resulting in her being face to face with the wall. His hands still gripped her hair, pulling her head to where it rested just below his shoulder.

His chuckle was dark and slightly snide when he realized the position she was in. His body was still unyielding against her, her back to his chest, not letting up.

"Why do you always have to ruin the moment?" His head fell into the crook of her neck and he sighed, the breath tickling the small hairs that grew from her skin.

"I couldn't give up that easy could I?" Though she hated it, she could hear the defeat even through her own ears.

"I know it's so hard with me being this irresistible." Trunks' hand fell to slide down the start of her spine, mapping out each vertebra with his fingers through her shirt. "Relax," He whispered in her ear, "You're feeling a little tense."

And with the final thread of her disciplined judgment disintegrated, relax is exactly what she did as his smell began to smother her mentality. Their separate arousals were coming together to mix into a cloud just about their heads, darkening any clear thoughts either were holding onto.

Her butt massaged the button of his trousers cynically, waddling like a lame duck against his hardening.

He moaned throatily into the base of her neck, face nuzzling it as she turned around to where her eyes stared sardonically into his. She was more upset with herself for giving in to him than at him for actually seducing her. For now, she would stop resisting her feelings and see where they would take her. Though it bothered her like mad, this path felt right, natural, and a lot less strained.

His lips were violent, assaulting hers in sexiest way possibly. He had bitten at her bottom lip so roughly that it nearly bled. It was pumped red with blood, swollen with his attack.

She couldn't say she didn't enjoy it; she had actually encouraged it. Her teeth nibbled at his lips just as fiercely as he had been to hers.

Pan felt the walls shake with just the energy of them kissing but her activities didn't slow. They wrestled each other for authority, Pan flipping Trunks over to where he was against the wall and then him finding a way back to having her pinned. Her legs were around his waist within minutes and she could hear the doors of her neighbors opening though she wasn't too concerned with it.

When the doorbell rang, she ignored it as she had done earlier. When the fists pounded on her door, her back beat the wall in return, Trunks lips still on her neck curved into his familiar smirk. She was having way too much fun to even imagine the consequences of her promiscuous actions.

When he tried to come up for air, she wouldn't let him leave, following the shift of his head with her own.

"You're going to suffocate me," He muttered into her lips, dangerously licking at her tongue.

"Shut," Pan mocked, grabbing his bottom lip with her teeth and leading his mouth back on to her own, "up."

She didn't remove him from her mouth immediately.

"Bra!" He whispered, sweat beading on his forehead, "Your mother is coming!" His black eyes had turned into their usual brown as his irises took their rightful place, Bra's soon following suit.

'Well duh,' She thought to herself, her mouth still in use, 'I can hear too, you know.'

"Well if you can hear so well, get it out of your mouth!" His torso was still being held down by her small hand, a large force behind it. He never would have thought in a million years he would have to tell a woman so fiercely to get his penis out of her mouth.

His head slipped from between her grazing teeth. "I didn't say that out loud." She looked at him oddly.

"Bra!" Her mother's voice was getting closer, louder, practically shrieking at her.

"What!...Yes you did!" He pushed her aside, stuffing himself back into his pants and using his speed to sit up properly, smoothing through his hair.

She straightened herself out to, using the same swiftness to adjust her attire, "How could I with your-"

When her mother rounded the corner, they were silent without delay, both looking placed perfectly like dolls in a dollhouse. Bra held the remote in her hand nonchalantly and Goten sat with his hands in his lap, a hundred yard stare at the television.

"Oh hey, mom!" Bra threw a chaste smile, "Sorry I didn't respond, I was a little…tongue tied. You know how I get with this show! Goten's here by the way."

"I can see that," Bulma looked at the closeness amid the two suspiciously, "Trunks mentioned something about it early. How are you, Goten?"

"Fine," His voice came out hoarse and throaty. He cleared it and continued to look intently at the television, body edgy as if waiting for something to happen.

"You sure…?"

"Absolutely!"

"Well it's just that I heard you screaming from upstairs and-"

"Oh yeah, I just got a bit…excited as well. These models are so crazy!" He chortled loudly, Bra holding back her own giggles and her mother looking doubtedly. Goten's hands fidgeted in his lap, all feelings of being turned on leaving his system.

"I see… ," Bulma nodded, " Do you mind me asking where Trunks is?"

"He's picking Pan up I believe." Bra answered casually, not wanting to hear Goten struggle to answer her mother without breaking down any longer. She had mastered the art of lying to her parents and he would ruin everything if he cracked at this point.

"They're alone!" The older woman's mouth contorted into a sour expression and her face turned several shades of pale.

"Well yeah…"

"Oh no! Ohhh no! My baby's going to lose his virginity!"

Bra and Goten glanced at one another, twisted to Bulma, back to each other again and seconds later, there were bursts of hilarity floating loudly through the air from both individuals.

"You're talking about Trunks right?" Goten had let his stiff body loosen up to rack with mirth, shaking his whole figure vigorously.

"You've got to be kidding, mom! Trunks hasn't been a virgin since he was like… twelve!" Bra ruptured with laughter again. The irony of all this sex talk was making it hard to keep her spleen in place. Bulma was so worried about her 'baby' Trunks losing his virginity that she was unaware of what was happening right under her nose.

"Well I don't care what you say! I'm calling him right now!" Her cell phone was whipped out of her jean pocket so fast that not even the natural speed of Bra or Goten could stop her.

"Mom! Don't do that! I'm sure they're fine! They're probably just in traffic or something!" Bulma quieted Bra with a swish of her hand, giving her a stern look.

She placed the phone to her ear, tapping her foot fretfully as Goten sat laughing at the idea of Trunks still being a virgin. He could only imagine what he and Pan were doing at that very moment. Not that he even wanted to…

"You're no fair," She was huffing roughly into his ear, teeth grinding and her being bending and convulsing into his hand's stroke.

Pan's arms were lofty above her head, body still against the solid wall and wrists in one of Trunks' hands, as the other played beneath the elasticity of her sweatpants.

Her stomach fell up and down in a rushed motion and he could feel her goose bumps on his forearm every time she exhaled heavily.

Their lips were forceful against one another, just as Trunks' erection against her thigh. They had been fighting for dominance back and forth but once he had slyly made his way into her pants, she had surrendered.

Causalities of the supremacy battle were Pan's tank top, now in tatters, Trunks' button up, currently buttonless, and Pan's ponytail holder, that had slipped from her mass of hair. These could be seen, strewn about them on the wooden floors in obvious slothfulness.

"Admit I'm stronger. Tell me you want me again," His mouth was working hickeys up and down her neck, eating at her passionately.

"As if-" He kissed her roughly, ending her statement instantaneously.

"That didn't sound like what I wanted to hear," He muttered as his lips left her face and his tongue slid down her throat to her chest, "Tell me you want me." His mouth took hold of the exposed skin of her breast.

Her body arched into him again but his mouth didn't seize to continue its tortuous bliss. His tongue swished slowly, ghosting over the access skin her bra wasn't covering.

"Your body more than obviously wants this. Stop resisting and let your mind decide as well," His mouth was expert in the sexual category of breasts. He knew exactly how to work them, exactly how to make a girl scream his name with just a few short minutes of suckling.

"Trunks," Her voice had come out with hefty breath, a lot more cravingly than she had expected. She had so much to say but all thoughts drifted away as his motions picked up tempo. He had to be sending bits of ki to her through his fingers; there was no way they were creating all this energy on their own. The way he was operating, they could supply a whole town with electricity.

She felt the muscles in her toes contract, felt the tingling in her lower belly, and her eyes closed involuntarily. Her head fell back against the wall, teeth erect, and her heart was beating so fast in her chest that she could barely concentrate on anything but his mouth and hand. Trunks' own horniness was leading her own, begging her to climax right onto the fingers that were working perfectly between her legs.

Just when she was about to reach the edge, when the feeling was about to burst from her lower body, the ringing of a cell phone broke them both from their steady concentration.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" His screaming nearly shattered the glass frames of the pictures hanging on the wall. The special ringtone he had set for his dear mother was forcing him to imagine horrible, horrible things.

Pan's head fell into the indention of Trunks' bare collar and he felt her body convulse up and down in a terrible rhythm.

"Are you…are you crying?" He asked into her ear, covered amply by chaotic, midnight locks.

She shook her head violently, sending a round of goose bumps through his chest, and brought her head up roughly to hit against the wall. Her mouth was opened widely, deep chuckles vibrating from her entire being. She was laughing so loudly that it nearly drowned out the constant ringing of his cell phone. She wobbled her head, free hands now coming to cover her crazed features and muffling her giggles. Of course her pleasure would be interrupted abruptly by a cell phone, what kind of déjà vu would this scene be if it hadn't been?

When Pan calmed down enough to observe Trunks, his eyes were still murky, obviously not finding the situation as funny as she was.

"How can you not find these coincidences hilarious?" She finally spoke, removing his fingers from her sweats and slipping from between him promptly, "My apartment, the kissing, the wall, our clothes, hell…right down to the air conditioner running! Fate is a tricky son of a bitch!" She just really didn't feel in the mood to continue their game any longer and her chocolate eyes reappeared shortly after her spurt.

Trunks only stood staring at her quizzically, body in a similar position as she had left it.

"Are you going to get that?" The cell phone was still buzzing heavily in his pocket. He was too baffled to really even speak.

"You answer that and I'm going to go change into more suitable clothes. I'll see if I can find you a shirt if you would like?" She ran her hands through her hair, trying to keep a straight face. The irony of this all was making her seem incredibly loopy.

"That's it?" He was trying hard to keep his jaw from dropping and the fury from his voice. She stopped abruptly and turned to him.

"He speaks!" She joked.

"You're just gonna leave! Right in the middle of…of that!" His hands came to fly at the wall viciously, presenting Pan imaginatively with a picture of where she had previously been moaning loudly.

"You've convinced me to come…with you that is," She chuckled, "that's all you wanted in the first place right?"

"Well not after that started! You can't just leave me hanging!" He was stuttering over his words in astonishment.

"There's nothing really hanging now…" A wicked grin pressed onto her lips as she looked down at the protruding bulge in his pants.

"Ha! Ha!" He brushed past her, stomping heatedly past the couch and into her small hallway. He wasn't even in the mood for teasing anymore.

"Where are you going?" She called after him, watching the blur of lavender as it disappeared into the darkened corridor.

"The bathroom!" His voice trembled the walls angrily and a picture of Pan dropped hastily, crashing to the wooden floor. His footsteps reversed and he bent down to pick it up sharply, "And I'm taking this with me."

When Trunks slammed the door, she could still hear the cell phone humming tauntingly through the distance between them and continued to snicker to herself as she made her way into her small bedroom.

A/N: Bulma's a bit of a cock-block in this one, lol. Was this chapter any good, yes or no? The ending is kind of iffy to me.

I actually don't have anything big to say except sorry for any grammatical/spelling errors and thank you for the reviews! I love all you guys! I know last chapter was not what most of you wanted to see but hopefully this is! ;) I plan on moving things a bit faster after this point because the pace is starting to bore me. What do you think?

Next chapter should be up by the end of the week as usual. Until next time! :)