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"You're awake."
Sleepily blinking her eyes open, Hotaru immediately blushed brightly at the sight of a very handsome, naked man in the bed with her. She scrambled back after a moment of just staring at him, clutching the sheet tightly over her bare body, her eyes wide in utter fear.
"Whoa, firefly!" Gohan quickly snagged her by the ankle with his tail when she nearly fell off the bed, but didn't drag her over to him; she was simply too scared and he wouldn't do anything to make her panic further. "It's ok, sweetheart. You've been out for over a day and I was starting to get worried. How are you feeling?"
"Terrified," she blurted out, unable to stop the word from escaping her mouth. "Now let go of me," she added with false steel in an attempt to save face.
"If I do you'll fall off the bed," Gohan pointed out gently, trying not to chuckle at the way she immediately scooted a little closer to him. He unwound his tail from her ankle then and grabbed some of the sheet, pulling it over his lap. "There. A little less intimidating?"
Hotaru merely grunted and looked away, her face flushing brightly as her mind unwillingly made her picture what she'd just seen between his legs. The hell was wrong with her!? I should be reaping him and going on about my business.
"I think if you were going to do that, you already would have, sweetheart," Gohan sighed, trying his damnedest not to get annoyed with her as he once again reminded himself that she was a scared virgin and that acting hard and mean seemed to be her way of coping with her fears.
"I'm not coping," she shot back nastily. "I'm Death's Mistress, and I have been for centuries. I'm meant for no man." Hell, no man had ever even had the stones to approach her before last night, and already this Saiyan warrior had seen her naked!
"I get it," Gohan said softly, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. "All of them were too terrified of what you can do, so you never even got so much as a date. Well, I'm not scared of you, Taru. At all. And you shouldn't be afraid of me, either."
That's why I'm afraid of him, she realized silently. No man in his right mind wouldn't at least approach me with a healthy level of caution.
"Funny… you know… I had the same problem back home. After I ascended, a lot of people were really uneasy about the amount of power I can wield."
"Will you please stop reading my thoughts?" Hotaru huffed, drawing her knees up to her chest and hugging them close to her. "It is really starting to get on my fucking nerves, dork."
Undeterred by the ice in her voice when he could feel her true emotions through the bond, Gohan gave her an understanding smile and slid close enough to reach out and grasp her hand. "It's the main reason my mother asked me to seek out my roots, you know. She was worried about what the people in our village might do to me if they got too scared… like they actually could hurt me. But still, she was concerned for my well-being, so I left." He inwardly breathed a sigh of relief when she seemed to soften at that, and Gohan dared to move forward a little more. "And Taru, I'm very sorry about last night. I'm not used to my beast at all, and it simply seized control and I had no previous experience with which to fight it. The scent of blood and fighting and death and then of you… and the fact that you were hurt, too… it brought out the Saiyan in me. Forgive me?"
Hotaru shied away from the fingers that suddenly caressed a fading bruise on her cheek. "If you want me to forgive you, then don't do that," she hissed out.
"Do what?" Gohan asked in confusion.
"Touch me, that's what."
Gohan facepalmed and shook his head slowly. "You're my mate, Taru. And if we don't want another domineering incident like last night, giving me basic contact would be a very good idea. Touching you and smelling you calms me down. It helped a lot over the last day, you know. Every time someone would try to come in I managed to get myself under control by just breathing in your scent and holding you."
"PERVERT!" Hotaru yelled, smacking him upside the head with a pillow as hard as she could. She continued to rain feather-laden blows over his head until she heard his laughter over her own screams of fury, then stopped and growled down at him. "You think this is… funny!?"
"Yes, because I didn't think it would work so easily!" Gohan cackled. "Getting you mad enough to forget to be afraid!"
"You… you… ASSHOLE!" Hotaru immediately whacked him one more time for good measure and sat back down with a 'humph.' "So you didn't take liberties, then."
Gohan grinned and shook his head. "Oh, I held you alright, little firefly… but I must admit, I think that doing so while you're awake and squirming will be much more enjoyable."
"Try it and I swear you'll regret it," Hotaru growled back at him.
"Mmm… is that a challenge, r'sha…? Because I'm very determined to relish the experience." Before she could reply, Gohan smoothly snagged her with his tail and purred with delight at the riled anger in her eyes just before he caught her lips up with his own and proceeded to kiss her deeply. He pulled back only when she was breathless and squirming—just as he'd wanted her—and reveled at the sight of desire in the violet orbs locked with his. There was still anger there by the truckloads, yes, but there wasn't a hint of fear mixed in with it or even through the bond. She was simply pissed and aroused, and that mixture made his beast purr happily as he bent his head to nip at her lower lip. "Not regretting this at all, baby. I think you were wrong."
Hotaru immediately headbutted him and yanked herself out of his grasp. "How about now!?" She snapped at the Saiyan holding his broken nose.
"Nope," he groaned, his eyes squinted tight in reaction to the instinctive tears welling up in his eyes. "Damn it… you just had to break my nose! I hate it when that happens!"
Feeling his pain through the bond, Hotaru bit back another scathing remark and wondered at the wave of guilt rushing through her. Damn it all to hell… she liked him. That was all it could possibly mean. She hadn't felt remorse for inflicting well-deserved pain in centuries, but here she was, itching to reach out and use her gifts to heal his injury.
She made a strangled little noise of frustration at her mixed emotions before giving in to the urge to move back over, and her healer's hands gently eased his away from his face so she could erase the damage. "Sorry," she grumped. "I shouldn't have hit you."
Gohan sighed as the pain faded and he felt his nose righting itself. "Kiss me and make it better, sweetheart?" He'd been half-joking and hadn't expected to feel her lips pressing gently to his, but Gohan immediately returned it and started purring again when she didn't draw back and only continued to let him caress her mouth with his own. "Apology accepted," he whispered between kisses, drawing her flush against him to enjoy her bare skin sliding against his.
He stopped when he scented a renewed touch of fear mixing in with her arousal and gently stroked the breast he'd been cupping for several minutes. "Hotaru, I won't hurt you. I swear it."
"I know," she whispered shakily, sensing the truth in his words through the bond. He would stop if she said so, but it didn't help to ease the nervous trembling in her body.
"Then why are you so scared of me, sweetheart?"
The tenderness in his eyes made her lower lip quiver and she quickly looked away when his purr shifted to one of comfort and he gently began to run his fingers through her shoulder-length hair. "I'm afraid of change," she finally confessed. "Change scares the hell out of me after two-thousand years of routine."
"Did it scare you when you were taken to Vegeta-sai?"
"It terrified me. But that was different; I was doing my duty to my queen by fighting and reaping and then aiding her and Usagi. Changes in my duties I can handle… changes in my life…" Hotaru shook her head slightly but didn't shove him away when he tipped her chin up so that she was looking at him again. "I'm also afraid for you," she said without thinking.
"Your Papa?"
"Reaping you now would be much kinder than what Haruka-Papa will do to you, Gohan. She'll utterly destroy you."
The fear in her eyes was as raw as ever as she spoke and Gohan was warmed by her genuine concern. "Being the male head of your house… sort of, anyway… I probably should have a talk with your father, firefly. It would be the honorable thing to do, even if you are a grown woman. Will it help to put you at ease?"
"Not if she splatters you all over the wall," Hotaru replied shakily.
"Heh… I think someone likes me," Gohan chuckled. "Am I growing on you, sweetheart?"
The usual Hotaru was back for a moment and she rolled her eyes. "Like a parasite. And if you meet Papa, do it in the shower."
"Wha?"
"So you don't get your blood all over my carpet. It's much easier to clean up that way," she explained with a nervous little smile. Hotaru couldn't help but enjoy the vibration of his laughter against her chest as he buried his face in her hair, but once it died out she began to tremble again. "So… you're really going to talk to my Papa?"
"Yes, r'sha. You're still healing from the fight, so probably tomorrow or the day after." Gohan lifted her face to look at her again and tried for a reassuring smile despite his own growing nervousness from the very idea of talking to a goddess of combat. "It'll be alright, baby. I promise. And then after, we'll go as slow as you want and I'll court you properly."
"But?" Hotaru asked expectantly.
"But I'd like to retain access to your bed every night if that's alright. Your presence soothes me and it's not like we haven't already seen each other."
Hotaru utterly stunned herself by inclining her head in consent despite her misgivings over having a naked man in her bed. But to be perfectly honest… "You too," she admitted. "Something about the way you smell."
"It's the pull and the half-bond," he purred, bending his head to nip at her shoulder, his chest rattling louder at the instant moan that erupted from her mouth. "Gods, I want to make love to you so badly, firefly."
Hotaru felt a strong urge to just nod and let him have her; something about that mark and the way he was nipping and kissing it had her feeling soft and relaxed and she utterly trusted him in that moment. "No," she whispered. "M—Maybe… maybe after… if you survive Papa. Maybe."
"Can we make out?" Gohan asked hopefully, his tail wagging in the air at the very idea.
"Stop the tail thing," she whimpered as she inhaled his pheromones and felt a deep ache between her thighs.
"Oh! Er, sorry, Taru," Gohan said sheepishly as he wrapped it about her waist. "It does that sometimes when I'm aroused," he confessed.
She turned crimson as she realized just how aroused he was and the fact that the evidence had been pressing into her stomach the entire time. "Um… uh… Gohan…? Can we, um… maybe cover that thing up or something?"
"Impressed?" Gohan asked with a waggle of his eyebrows. "Heh, don't worry about him, sweetheart. He won't bite you. He might spit if you mess with him, but he definitely doesn't bite. That's my job," he added with a whisper in her ear.
"That sounds… utterly disgusting," Taru mumbled, looking down at what was so blatantly male.
"Heh… nah. A little messy, maybe. But no more than you'll be if I get you off, too," he chuckled. "Trust me, I plan on getting you so wet that you'll be sticky to your knees."
"Again… ew." Hotaru crinkled her nose at the idea despite the fact that it was arousing; damn if the act of sex didn't sound messy as hell.
"What, r'sha?" Gohan half-purred, half-growled. "Would you like to make a mess with me? I'm sure you know it, but I'm loving the idea of coming all over you," he teased, laughing when she made a disgusted face. "So fun to fuck with you, beautiful."
"Thank the gods, you were kidding," Hotaru sighed in relief. "Gods, don't do that to me, Gohan!" She snorted, whacking his arm lightly.
"I could just come inside of you," he suggested, nibbling at her earlobe as he purred the words and rocked against her a single time. "Gods, it would feel so good for you, too, baby…" Gohan couldn't even finish the thought before his lips found hers once more and he kissed her heatedly, his hands sliding up to tease and stroke the undersides of her breasts.
Hotaru found herself relaxing at the scent coming from his tail and the sound of his gentle purring and sighed with pleasure at the sensation of his hands slowly, gently exploring her. "Gohan… is it… supposed to…" She blushed as she licked her lips and he drew back, resting his forehead to hers. "Is it supposed to feel this good?" She finished in a hoarse whisper.
"Firefly, if you think this feels great, just wait until my face is between your legs," he growled softly, the very thought turning him on to no end. The feeling of his beast really taking over made him stop from tipping her back onto the bed and wrapping her legs around his shoulders, though. Because once he started something like that, he likely wouldn't be able to stop until he'd had his satisfaction inside of her. "I need to take a cold shower, Taru, unless you don't want me to stop."
Her body aching to feel what she'd heard her Momma and Papa talk about in hushed whispers between only each other, Hotaru had to actually take a full minute before she shook her head. "Better ask Papa's permission first," she breathed against his lips.
"Gods, Taru… when your voice gets all low like that I just want to fuck your brains out and make you scream until you faint."
Moaning softly at his words, she initiated a kiss for the first time and found herself nibbling and sucking at his lower lip as she'd seen Usagi do to Broly, her hands sliding over his sculpted muscles before finding the base of his tail. It was like a rope of silk in her hands and the way it made him suddenly thrust against her and growl out something in Saiyan made her feel weak in the knees and powerful as hell all at once.
It was only when she felt that sweet thickness pressing into her folds— as Gohan growled, purred and moaned her name while he held her tightly and lifted her hips—that she shook her head to clear it and eased back, squirming away from his throbbing cock. "No, Gohan, no…"
"G'in," he growled out, nipping possessively at her shoulder. "K'sha m'yo."
At a loss for what to do and fighting down a very real wave of panic, Hotaru did the only thing she could and took him in hand as her other went back to his tail. Ugh… they were about to make a huge mess, weren't they? She mentally sighed a little as she squeezed and stroked him and he purred louder in response, deciding that she could just wash the sheets after or something. Hell, he was really enjoying it and it had been her own fault for taking this a lot further than she'd meant to. "Damned Saiyan pheromones," she sighed into his neck. "Come for me, Gohan, it's ok."
"Dear gods… Hotaru," he moaned loudly just before his lips crashed into hers and his tongue plunged inside to devour her as he came hard, tipping her onto her back while he trembled and thrust desperately against her.
Surprised at how downright aroused she was by the feeling of his pleasure through the bond and the hot streams spilling onto her skin, the goddess of Death couldn't even react to stop him when her soon to be mate came down from his climax and immediately looped her legs over his shoulders, lifting her up to his mouth.
And he didn't tease, either, he was instantly licking and sucking at the bead inside of her folds, setting her to crying out and tightening her thighs about his face. "G—Gohan…! I—oh my G—" She couldn't even finish that sentence as he growled and purred into her core, his tail stretching her slit as he rose onto his knees, leaving her to rest on her hands and shoulders with the remainder of her body lifting up onto him.
A few more strangled words left her lips, none of them finished, and finally she gave up trying to speak as he started to suck at her hard and the resulting tsunami of ecstasy had her gripping at the sheets and screaming wordlessly with raw pleasure.
When she opened her eyes she found Gohan's blurry face looking down at her, and while she couldn't make out his eyes she could feel the worry in them through the half-bond. "Gohan…?" She whispered drunkenly.
The man in question sagged in relief and kissed her tenderly. "You fainted, firefly. Sorry… I lost control over my inner beast. How do you feel?"
"Mmm… amazing," she sighed, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "Do it again."
Gohan snorted at that before breaking into a full-blown laugh, nuzzling her hair as he simply sent a silent thank you to the gods for giving him such a funny, perfect woman. "You scared the hell out of me," he confessed with a little grin, reaching for one of the towels from last night so he could clean up the mess he'd made all over her chest and thighs. "But that's actually what saved you from me taking you," he added, bending down to kiss her. "When you came I had every intention of finishing the job, but you had fainted by then and I couldn't rouse you for several minutes."
Hotaru sighed at that. "I guess doing that again would be a bad idea then…?"
"Yeah, probably. Maybe we can figure something out, though."
"After we talk to Papa," she reminded him softly. "Then… not sex, not yet, but… I really liked what we just did, Gohan."
"Heh, don't kid yourself, firefly. You fucking loved every moment of it. Now rest, and I'll go scrounge us up some supper, ok? Then we're going to go back to sleep until morning."
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Only just barely dozing, Mako snapped awake at the feeling of someone sitting on the bed and shot up straight. "Bardock! I was so worried about you! Where in the hell have you been!?" She shouted. When he wouldn't answer her she frowned and quieted, slipping out of the bed to come around and face him.
His eyes were dry, but it was clear that he'd been crying at some point recently. The goddess of nature immediately cupped his face in her hands and sighed when he looked up at her hopelessly, his eyes full of nothing but grief and misery. "Baby, are you ok?" She whispered. A slight shake of his head had her forgetting her anger and embracing him tightly, unconcerned with the fact that her nightgown barely covered anything at all. "Bardock, I was worried as hell," she murmured into his hair the moment he wrapped his arms around her tightly. "Where have you been!?" She sniffed and gagged momentarily. "Nevermind that, I can smell where you've been. How much have you had to drink?"
"Two."
"My ass, two. You smell like a fucking brewery, Saiyan."
"Bars. Two bars," he clarified in the heavy accent she found so endearing.
Smirking slightly, Mako tried her best not to laugh and rolled her eyes. "Ok, that sounds more like it. Can you stand without falling on your face?" She asked as she pulled away.
Bardock merely shrugged and yanked her right back to him, refusing to let her go when she struggled a bit, and that was when Mako noticed that for once he wasn't purring as he held her. He usually did that to reassure her that he wouldn't hurt her, to comfort her, but right then he was only holding her and trembling slightly.
It was him that needed the comforting, she realized. Not her.
"Shhh, sweetie, it's alright," she whispered, instantly relaxing once more and smoothing her hands up and down his back. "Whatever's got you bothered, you can tell me. You know that, right?"
No, he couldn't. Not without biting her, and even in his alcohol-fueled haze, Bardock knew that it would all have to wait until he sobered up. It was the only reason he'd come back—so he could sleep it off and think of a way to either tell her or claim her. "Koto… m'yo?" He asked shakily, needing to hear it to assure himself that she really was his, that she wasn't going to run into the arms of another man. Just the thought of her doing so—going back to the Temple of Venus—had tears welling up in his eyes for the hundredth time in the last two days.
Mako saw those tears and inwardly panicked a little bit; if she'd learned anything since the Saiyans had landed, it was that they were not the type to cry. Ever. Fuck… that had to be it. Her running to Enril had him ready to utterly lose his shit, and she couldn't stop herself from feeling like the most horrible person in the universe. And only one thing could fix it…
"G'in, ge. T'au," she responded softly. Hopefully that would get that utterly destroyed look out of his eyes. She smiled in relief at the way he started purring quietly and was proud of the new Saiyan words she'd learned from Rei that morning; hopefully she'd learn a few more with Bardock's help. "Come on, you need to get out of those filthy clothes and in the shower. Then you need to get some sleep."
Thankfully she was also a goddess of strength, because Mako wound up having to take a lot of his weight as she helped him stumble drunkenly into the bathroom. "Need help?" She grunted when he just swayed and leaned against her. Another grunt had her sighing and nodding, and she blushed as sat him down on the edge of the tub and began to undress him, trying her damnedest not to pay any attention to the warm, scarred skin she was exposing with every discarded piece of clothing. "No, no shower," she said flatly when he tried to stand and step in. "Bath. You'll wind up falling over, and I don't feel like lugging you back into the bedroom unconscious."
Bardock knew she had a point and let her get him in the tub as it filled, fighting the urge to doze as he was engulfed in warmth and her hands began to gently wash him.
A bit less embarrassed now that his eyes were closed and he couldn't see her own greedily roaming over his bare body, Makoto's blush faded as she took in the sight. Hot damn, he was sexy, and just looking at him had her heart racing and her body aching for him. Oh wow, she needed to hurry up, finish this bath, get him in bed… and then she was running off with that burning ball for an hour. Maybe two.
"Come on, baby," she cooed softly, bending down to kiss him and wake him. "Unless you want a woman half your size scooping you up like an infant and tucking you in. And believe me, I can do it. I'm not the Senshi of strength for nothing."
Bardock attempted to climb out of the tub, but when he couldn't even summon his ki to dry himself and then slipped, he sighed and shook his head. "Just let me sleep in here," he mumbled in Saiyan.
Mako caught him easily when he slipped again and held him tightly against her. "Come on, you big baby. Arms around my neck. You're not heavy as far as I'm concerned, but you're awfully big." Everywhere, she added silently as he did as she instructed and she got around his back with one arm and under his knees with the other. She laughed as she hauled him up against her. "Oh dear gods, your feet are still dragging the fucking floor," she snickered. "I'm the tallest of the Inners and you still make me feel like a dwarf."
Still chuckling, she noted the blush to his cheeks and knew it wasn't just from the alcohol. "Oh, what a lovely virginal blush, my darling bride," she teased mercilessly. "Shall I carry you over the threshold now and to our marital bed?"
Bardock just rolled his eyes at that and snorted as he thought of just how he'd carry her, thrown over his shoulder and kicking and screaming at him furiously. That put a little smirk on his face and he wished he wasn't so damned plastered that he couldn't stand; if he could, he'd be showing his Koto a thing or two about virginal blushes and marital consummations.
Mako winced as her left shoulder clenched up in a strange ache that radiated to her groin and she nearly moaned in reaction to it. "Holy… what the…" She bit down on her lower lip so hard as the sensation strengthened that she actually broke the skin and tasted blood. That was when she realized that Bardock's hand was resting on her shoulder and she blinked in surprise; she knew that was a reaction to the mating mark, but… she wasn't marked, so why in the hell did that feel so fucking good!?
She carefully set him on the bed then and gently toweled him off after finding one in her subspace, followed by a quick drying of her own skin. "Let me get out of this wet nightgown and into something else and I'll—" She was snagged by his tail before she could finish and jerked right into his arms, where his onyx gaze was glassy from exhaustion more than alcohol. "Bardock," she ground out, "I'm wet, damn it, and I'm not sleeping in this sopping nightgown. Now let me go."
"You're right," he rumbled in Saiyan, "you're not." With that, he simply ripped it off of her and tossed it to the side. "Much better," he purred happily, holding her fast and tight, relishing her bare skin pressed to his own. "And relax, Koto… I'm not much to speak of in bed when I'm drunk. I'm definitely not going to take you."
Even though she couldn't understand him, something about that second to last sentence gave her a huge wave of déjà vu and she shivered in response. "Bardock…? Did you leave because you were mad at me?" She asked softly. "I even checked on Enril to make sure you hadn't gone out to…" She shook her head and sighed when he growled at the sound of the other man's name. "I know you said we wouldn't discuss it, but I've been thinking about you and… I'm sorry," she whispered, laying her head on his chest as she blocked out the fact that she was nearly as naked as he was. "I'm yours… r'sha."
Bardock's chest immediately rumbled in a stuttering, drunken purr at the sound of that word and he wished to every god that he was sober enough to seduce the hell out of her right then. "Koto…"
He said something else, and while Makoto was sure it was in Solarian, his accent was so heavy in his inebriated state that she didn't understand it at all. "Honey… I don't understand. Slow it down a bit."
"Vun night," he said slowly, seeing the instant recognition in her eyes as she felt another wave of déjà vu. "Giff me… vun night, Mah-Koto."
The goddess of thunder trembled as a memory tickled the edge of her mind, but the more she tried to grasp at it, the harder it became to reach it. "Yes," she breathed out, unable to stop herself from agreeing to fulfill the request. It felt like she'd already agreed to it in the past… somewhere, somehow. "One night… tomorrow?"
"Jesh," he groaned softly, cupping her face in his hands as he drew her lips down to his. The kiss was a little sloppy and he gave her an apologetic look for it, but she only giggled in reply and kissed his forehead.
"Go to sleep, Saiyan," she mumbled affectionately as she rolled off of him and readjusted her body so that she was snuggled against him, breathing in the mixture of his scent and the faint smell of rum and whiskey… and vodka and tequila. Damn, he really had drank the bar dry.
"Koto?" He slurred into her hair.
"Hm?" She was already dozing off and forgetting about her idea to find that burning ball; she hadn't slept well at all that evening or the night before. She knew she was falling for him with the way she seemed to crave his very scent surrounding her as she slept.
He rumbled something in Saiyan that she didn't understand as he tried to form the words he wanted—words that Turles had taught him—but couldn't get his Saiyan accent around even the first letter. "I hate your native language," he ground out in his own tongue. "There's too many damned letters that we don't even have."
"I dun understand you, baby," she murmured into his chest.
"Ruh—tah'kha," he snorted in Saiyan. "It's so much easier to say in Saiyan, even if we never say it." Focusing through the alcohol as best as he could, he placed his tongue on the back of his teeth. "Luff." He felt her stiffen and sighed in relief, knowing she'd understood. "Joo," he added with a kiss to her hair and a gentle caress down her spine.
"You're drunk, ge. Very, very, very drunk. And if you even remember any of this in the morning, I'll be stunned as fuck, so… fuck it." She leaned up and kissed him softly, her mouth lingering on his for a long while as she cupped his face in her hands. "I'm falling in love with you, Bardock. I don't know how or why, but I am."
"M'yo," he sighed happily, running his fingers through the unbound hair spilling down her back.
"Yeah, it seems that way, whether I like it or not. One night," she added firmly. "Then… I don't know what. We'll see, I guess. Now go the fuck to sleep," she ordered with a tiny smile. "I'm exhausted."
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Before drifting off to sleep, Ami had expected to wake up to snuggling, maybe some kissing and very light petting.
What she didn't expect was to wake to the sensation of a tail stroking slowly over her curls and a pair of lips suckling gently at a pink, erect nipple, sending swirls of pleasure straight to her core. "Nappa…"
The mix of fear with the heavy desire in her voice made him release her breast and look up her, his black eyes smoky with need and love. That look alone confirmed for Ami that he was absolutely smitten with her, whether or not he was a giant, widely feared Saiyan general. With her, he was simply a man that was more like an eager-to-please puppy. "You alright, Blue? I thought you wanted more."
"Huh?"
Nappa's eyes narrowed at the confusion on her face and he leaned up to kiss her softly. "Blue, were you asleep that entire time?"
"What do you mean, 'that entire time'?"
"I came in and laid down beside you and you started kissing and touching," he explained, his lips twitching up in a smirk the moment she turned bright red. "And then you told me not to stop, so…" He tipped his chin towards the gown he'd drawn over her head and tossed to the side… along with his own fatigues.
Oh, shit. They were both totally naked.
"I didn't know how naughty you could be, Ami… you weren't wearing any panties," he added with a chuckle, grinning at the beet red hue of her face.
Eyes as big as saucers, she recalled being so tired after her bath that she just threw her gown over her head without a thought and had fallen into bed. "Dear gods, I've heard of people having sleep sex," she whimpered. "Nappa, please accept my sincerest apology, if I'd been awake I wouldn't have done more than kiss you, I swear it."
"That sounds like more of an insult than an apology," he snickered. "But I'll make you a deal. You're still awfully aroused, Blue… so if you let me make you come, I'll forgive you for being so fucking sexy that it's killing me."
Ami shivered as his lips descended to ghost over her throat, then her shoulder, and found herself nodding slowly despite her utter humiliation over him seeing her naked and so vulnerable. "But Nappa… what about you?"
"I want you for sure, but I handled my urges quite a few times last night," he replied evenly. "You don't have to worry about me, r'sha, I just want to give you pleasure… I want to show you that you can trust me not to hurt you. Will you trust me, Blue?" He whispered as he brushed a few strands of hair out of her face.
She licked her lips before nodding once more. She couldn't deny the ache between her thighs and she knew she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted a man in her entire life. Especially after the episode in the bathtub… and something told her that the real him would be exponentially better than the water had. That and she knew she was in love with him, even if she couldn't admit it to him. So maybe it was time to trust, to extend just that much to him when it obvious that he was clearly in love with her as well.
"I trust you, Nappa," she whispered as she pulled him down to her and kissed him as she wrapped a shapely thigh around his waist.
Her mate's eyes literally rolled back to the whites in sweet ecstasy as he heard her moan into the kiss when he deepened it, her hips rocking upwards the moment his fingers sought out her heat. And then he suddenly felt her tongue probing his lips and froze in reaction to it. "The hell kind of whore's trick is that, woman?"
Blinking at an overwhelming rush of déjà vu, Ami just stared at him. "Why do I get the feeling that you've said that before?"
"I… I don't know," he whispered as he resumed the slow, gentle motions of his fingers, wiping her mind of anything but the pleasure humming through her body.
"Open your mouth," she commanded softly just before kissing him again, unable to remember even why she'd stopped him. The moment their tongues touched, she moaned and arched into him again, her hand sliding down his chest of its own volition, and she heard him let out a strangled noise of surprise and ecstasy when she brushed her fingers over the head of his cock.
"Ami," he groaned, his hips moving involuntarily as he felt her grasp him lightly and squeeze. Dear gods, he'd pleasured himself countless times the night before and should have been able to hold out for hours, but just feeling her arching into him, moaning his name and the sensation of that small soft hand had him ready to explode. "Gonna come," he warned her.
"Good," she whispered between kisses, now fully stroking her tongue over his whenever he parted his lips for her. "Me too…" No sooner had the words left her mouth, Ami trembled and stiffened, her hand locking around his arousal and tugging upwards as she cried out and clutched at his hip with her free hand. "Oh gods… Nappa…!"
That was his undoing, and the general nearly passed out from the pleasure as her fingers milked him slowly, spilling hot seed all over her thighs. "Wish that was inside of you, Blue," he whispered hotly before kissing her forcefully, taking a page from her book as he swept his tongue into her mouth and explored it.
She nearly submitted to the large finger probing her entrance, but Ami had come down from her high just enough to stop him. "No, Nappa… we—I—I don't think I'll be able to ask you to stop if you do that…"
"You want me to stop? You sure…? It'll feel amazing, Blue," he purred in her throat. "And I won't take you if you don't want me to, you know that. At least until I resume the chase after breakfast."
"No, I know that but… if you do… I'll want more," she admitted shyly. "I know I'll want it all and… I'm not ready for that in my right mind."
With a mournful sigh, Nappa withdrew his hand from her mound and nipped gently at her shoulder, noting the shiver of pleasure it gave her. "As my goddess commands," he whispered before kissing her once. They just looked at each other for a long minute, both of them caressing each other and sighing happily from the afterglow, until Nappa felt the sticky mess he'd left all over her. "Heh… sorry about that, Blue."
"It's alright," she replied bashfully, turning a bright shade of crimson as he began to towel her off. "I'm a doctor, after all… I know that's what happens." She just hadn't known until last night how good it would feel to be held like that as he pleasured her… Ami definitely owed Michiru a thank you note for the whole bathtub thing.
"Hungry? I could order breakfast on my scouter and have it brought up."
Touched by the look of utter adoration and dedication to her in his eyes, Ami nodded and let him do just that, covering up in the meantime. The last thing she needed was a priestess coming in and finding her naked with a randy Saiyan general.
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"Heh… I know that look anywhere, Ami-chan. Someone's in luuuurve," Mina teased, slinging a companionable arm around her sister's shoulders as she led her further into the temple. "So, what brings you? Ready to learn about the birds and the bees?"
Already crimson, Ami shook her head. "No… um… I… I'd like some pointers, is all." Once inside Mina's quarters, she lost some of her shyness since they were alone. "Scientifically, I know all there is to know about sex; reproduction, hormones, all of it. But other than that, I don't know what to expect or do and… I find my own inexperience a little frustrating."
"Well, you came to the right place, sister," Mina said gently, giving her a kiss on her cheek. "I've actually been wanting to see you, but Turles is getting a little strange about letting me leave and won't say why."
"Oh… why did you want to see me?" Ami asked in confusion.
"Two reasons, actually. First, Bardock has created something balled a 'burning ball' for virgins on Vegeta-sai to use during the burning so that they're not forced into early mating. I wanted to see if you could replicate it. It's a fairly complicated device and well… it's amazing from everything Mako's told me. I want one," she giggled. "But more importantly—" Her hand slipped into her subspace and she handed over a small vial of clear liquid. "This is for you."
"But… isn't this…?"
"Yup. It's not every day a goddess loses her cherry, and even though it's not a virginity rite in my temple, the priestesses all agreed that someone dealing with Nappa's size should definitely be prepared. The fact that you're a virgin sealed the deal; none of the girls would have been willing to lose their innocence to that behemoth," she giggled.
With anyone else she would have denied that she was going to go through with it, but since Minako was the goddess of love and she'd come for advice, she simply hugged her sister. "Thank you, Mina-chan. I'll admit the expected pain was a big reason for not asking him to my bed."
"Girl, if I were in your shoes I'd think long and hard about fucking him, and that's bad when it's me," Mina agreed seriously. "So, do you love him?" She continued gently.
"Yes," Ami sighed, "I do. And he hasn't said it, but I know that he does, too. Thank you for this," she added, studying the vial in her hand for a long moment before slipping it into her subspace. "It makes this much easier on me, giving in to the inevitable."
WOOOOOO! Next: Vegeta returns a certain book written by yours truly (heee) and Mako pays up on one night… mwuhuhahahahaha… R&R and I'll try and it get it up on Tuesday! I have to work all weekend and Monday I have *shudders* JURY DUTY. Uuuuugh… my betas know how that went last time… community service for FTA is a BITCH.
