Disclaimer: don't own dbz, yeah, whatever
Recap: in the last chap, Goten and Bra finally agreed to have a casual sex-only relationship. And the last chap was a lemon, too.
SO SORRY for the late update, but, again, school, friends, sports and my novel have been keeping me busy. I will try to update as soon as possible.
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Chapter Seven – Addiction
If Trunks had been home, he would have definitely heard the moans and grunts that had come from Goten's bedroom in Capsule Corp. If Bulma hadn't been in her lab she would have certainly have heard them also. Same goes for Vegeta if he hadn't been in the gravity room training. Goten had thought it was luck but nevertheless, he was grateful no one was in earshot.
After he and Bra had had their, err, fun, they got dressed without saying a word to each other. For some reason it was awkward for both of them. Goten looked at the time. 12:47 pm
How long had we been in bed? He thought.
When he got fully dressed and gathered his all his belonging, he broke the silence first. "I have to go to work."
Bra was in front of the mirror brushing her hair. She didn't turn around. She looked at him through the mirror. "On a Sunday?"
"Yeah, people eat on Sunday. Someone has to take their order and deliver their pizza," he said simply.
Bra nodded indicating she understood.
"Um, I guess I'll see you later, Bra." He turned to leave.
Before Goten could exit though, Bra spoke,
"I'll see you at your apartment tonight."
"Huh? Oh, sure, okay." He looked at her through the mirror. Her face expression could have been almost emotionless if Goten hadn't noticed the glint of desire that gleamed in her eyes. She didn't even have a smirk on.
"Bye." She said.
"See ya."
Turns out a lot of people eat pizza on Sunday. Goten was all over the place delivering pies, buffalo wings, breadsticks, sandwiches and all other types of food that the Italian pizzeria had. By the end of the night he was feeling exhausted and he smelled like cheesy pizza—something he hated but had grown used to.
Goten had nothing on his mind but his bed and sleep, which is why he was surprised to find Bra sitting on his couch watching a late night movie.
"Uh…hello?" He said. "How'd you get in?"
"You're window. You should really lock it, ya know?" Bra replied without looking at him, concentrated on the television. "Why did you come home so late?"
"Extra shift. The additional money doesn't hurt."
Bra stood and shut off the TV. "That's true."
She walked over to Goten, putting a hand on his chest and kissing him. Her hand traveled down, nonverbally signaling what she wanted.
"Are you sure, Bra? I mean, I smell like pizza?"
"We can do this in the shower if you want. I don't mind either way."
One day at work, when she had just finished making a deal with a big company on a new product for Cap. Corp., Bra was laying back in her most comfortable, leather office chair, stretching her arms out. She glanced down at her desk and reluctantly noticed a few papers that needed to be looked over and signed and approved. She sighed. This job really isn't any fun, she thought.
The window behind her was opened and soft winds would blow once in a while, giving her nice feeling of the clean air.
Maybe I should consider a different career. I could take classes and major in something more satisfying.
Bra suddenly felt a rush of wind rise up that gave her goose-bumps. She got up to shut the window, but stopped.
A pair of arms came around her waist and a voice whispered in her ear,
"Hi, hottie."
"Goten? What are you doing here?"
His lips brushed against hers briefly. He sat on her chair. "I was…in the neighborhood, I guess you could say." Goten leaned back and forward in her chair, testing it. "This is comfy…"
"Goten, as much as I enjoy you dropping by so suddenly when my brother could have stepped in and seen us, I think you shouldn't exactly be here while I'm working."
"Aw, why not? I'm kinda' in the mood." He winked at her.
"Again, I'm at work."
"Now do you really think that'll stop me?" Goten pulled her into his lap and kissed her full on the lips.
Bra melted into the kiss. She got into it. Goten rubbed her waist and slipped his hand under the hem of her stripped shirt. But Bra stopped his hand from traveling any further.
She looked him straight in the eyes and told him, "No."
His eyes were hazy and his voice was deep. "Give me a reason why."
"Are you serious, Goten? Do you not see the kind of public workplace we are in right now?"
"Tell me you don't want it."
"I don't want it." She said quickly.
"Tell me you don't want me."
Goten traced kisses on her neck, licking and biting in certain places. He made it hard for Bra to think straight. This man is crazy, she thought.
"I…I…" What am I supposed to say again?
Goten had won. He smirked at his victory. He decided to waste no time because they really could get caught. He unzipped Bra's pants. Bra instinctively wrapped her legs around Goten's waist. He brought her over to her desk and laid her there, brushing off all trivial objects. Pens, pencils, paper, folders, along with other items that were on Bra's desk were dropped to the floor. With her arms tightly around Goten's neck, Bra kissed him fiercely. And he kissed her back with just as much passion and desire.
And just like that they had sex in Bra's couch—after Bra complained about doing it on her new desk—in her office with risk and all, their never-fulfilling craving for each other overpowering their conscience.
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And that's just how things were for them. Their relationship was an unusual one, with their families being longtime friends, and even they were good friends once upon time. Now, they've gone a step further; not dating or any kind of girlfriend or boyfriend, but sex friends. It was more than just a one night stand or a booty call. It was even more than several—it was multiple times.
At first their relationship was simple and easy to handle. There was no commitments, no late night talks on the phone, no actual dates, no arguments or quarrels about I-can't-believe-you-were-flirting-with-her or I-can't believe-you-were-checking-him-out. No. Just pleasure-filling and stress-removing sex.
And at first, the sex was every couple of days or once a week, but it got to the point of becoming a necessity for everyday life. Soon, it was twice a day or thrice a day, and they couldn't seem to stay away from each other. It got to where neither of them could function without having each other. It was even too hard to keep their hands away from each other in front of their families.
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Bra was at work trying to concentrate and trying to get her mind off Goten, but she couldn't stop thinking about their activities in the bedroom. Bra was having a hard time deciding if this morning's sex with Goten was better than last night's. She seriously couldn't make up her mind and it was driving her insane.
This is bad, Bra thought, I have to stop this. I've become a sex addict, a fiend. Well, when you're having sex with Son Goten, how could you not? Oh, stop it, Bra! Calm yourself; you're in your office. But nobodies here so why not? I can daydream and think about it all I want and no one would ever know or find out. But still…I've never become so addicted to something in my life. Never.
Bra stopped writing and just sat back in her chair, looking out the window. Since she and Goten made their "agreement", Bra has been practically living at his apartment and sleeping with him at least twice a day. This has to stop. Addiction is a sign of weakness. I should try sleeping at home once in a while. Trunks might be getting suspicious. He has been asking a lot of questions. But he's been too busy with his mystery woman, whom I still haven't met or discovered the identity of. Maybe it's a man and my brother's actually gay. Something has always struck me as funny about him, but I doubt it. But then again, why would there be a reason for such secrecy? I don't get it.
She turned back towards her paperwork and sighed. Oh, well. All I know is that this obsession with Goten-sex has got to stop—or at least slow down. And it starts now! No more thinking of Goten or his incredible skills in the bedroom until I see him. It's time to work!
She hastily began signing papers and reading reports. She decided that she'd have to talk to Goten about their sex life and tell him that things need to slow down. She wondered how he'd take the news.
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Author's Note – hope you all enjoyed it. I know what I'm going to do for the next chapter, but I might need help in creating conflicts for the story. So if I need help I'll let you know.
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