Summary: A girl called Ivy faces the devastation of her hometown caused by Perfect Cell. All her beloved ones are dead. She seeks revenge, although she knows she can't stand a chance. When they meet, Cell is amused and makes a strange proposal to her. Will she take it?

Disclaimer: I do not own DGZ, any of its characters or anything related to the series. I'm just writing this for fun. Ivy is only a character I've made up.

Previously on IVY'S CELL…

"If someone can make me good, it's you, Ivy. No one else can…"

We shag hotly, we gasp, we moan, we let it go. I can't breathe properly… I'm about to faint, I think. He really enjoys me moaning.

"Mmmh… What about the Games?" I ask at one given point.

"I don't fucking care about the Games!" He grunts and then he lovingly bites my neck.

"I love you, Cell." I say then, gently.

This triggers in him the wildest of desires and he shags me even more hotly, he holds me very tight and eventually both of us cum.

That was… was… was…

I still need to tell him how I can grant him a clean slate; I still need to tell him about the Dragon Balls.

Chapter 11: The Oblivion

I lie on the floor beside him. I think we fall asleep. Well, at least I do.

Hopefully no one has come looking for us. What?! Am I ashamed of being found next to him? To be in love with him? To have willingly fucked with him? Well, I just may, right! One thing at a time. I need to focus. Let's see:

The guys will hate me for this. I'm deadly sure about it. Is there a way to make them see that Cell can be trusted? That he really wants to become a better man? (I know he's not human, but that's the way I'm used to talk about beings who are able to talk.)

Will the guys let me use the Dragon Balls on him? I know we can manage to be all happy about it, so that we all get what we want.

What about Trunks? Will he get mad at me? I didn't have enough time to make matters clear between us… Ugh…

What about Taylor? I'm sure she's the one who told those guys about me. This issue cannot be fixed. It just happened. Should I be mad at her? Should I blame her now that she's Cell's friend? Maybe I just shouldn't… Maybe she was just blackmailed or something, God knows… Should I tell Cell anyway?

When the whole thing is settled and I meet my friends and family again, will Paul get mad at me? I know we had a… thing… Anyway, this is the least important of my problems today. Gee, what a list!

I turn to face him as we lie on the ground and I see his blissful countenance as he stares back at me. I swear I notice how time freezes and the world suddenly is nothing to me. I just couldn't care less about what other people will say or think about Cell and me. I know I love him and he loves me truly. And that's the only thing that matters now.

"I've never seen you this happy before." I whisper to him with a huge grin on my face.

"I could say the same, Ivy." He says as he smiles back at me and rolls on top of me.

I'm still naked and I feel our skins touch one to one, still hot due to intercourse and today's bright sun. It may be the strange climate of this area, because I'd never say that it's winter! This bright, warm sun showering all over us is magnificent. It reminds me of some late spring weekends I had spent in my grandparents' loft at the beach.

Anyway, the sun is perfect today and I have the perfect man by my side… Well, on top of me right now, to be more precise. I welcome the heat of his own perfect body in the same way I welcome his lips over mine and his tongue in my mouth. In a matter of seconds, the kissing becomes snogging and we're both mad about it. He grabs my waist with one hand so he makes sure he's got me pinned down on the floor (although I'm definitely not going anywhere, I swear) and he holds my cheek with his other hand. In the meantime, I hug him with my arms over his shoulders.

Our sweet sweat slowly flows over our skins. Our tongues dance in unison. He breaks the kiss and slowly takes his tongue out of my mouth, but he keeps playing with my own tongue, caressing its wet shape all along with his, making our fluids mix. God, I could stay like this forever…

A small cloud makes its way past the sun and gives us some shade for some minutes. In the meantime, he starts to kiss my shoulders, neck and ears, which makes me shiver all over and moan with pleasure. I bet he loves it as much as I do because his eagerness is like a rocket which is increasing its power and speed as if he wanted to reach out to the moon. His manhood is up and ready for some action as well. I can notice it hot and tense on the skin of my left leg.

"Cell…" I whisper softly, as if I was powerless. "what if they find us?"

"I couldn't fucking care less." He boldly whispers back at me directly into my ear and then he swiftly slides his right hand down my inner thighs, but not before he's traced a line all over my skin with his sharp-edged black nail of his forefinger… God, I love that. It makes me feel so weak right now.

Once his right hand is in my inner thighs, I feel I'm moist and ready for him already. I bet he'll love it and he'll smirk at me when he finds out… But he doesn't touch my cunt just yet. I feel partly disappointed, but I know he might be saving it for later. I bite my lower lip and the lips of my cunt hopelessly throb once or twice in eager expectation, missing the contact of his fingers already… I wonder what he's thinking right now. As I'm pondering on these and other thoughts, I close my eyes and let myself enjoy his touch and grip on me. He's still kissing my shoulders and neck, but his lips are gradually letting this tongue lick my exposed skin. Eventually he licks my right ear with delight… I gasp and moan due to my amazement. It feels so fucking goooood… My skin displays goose bumps all over the place.

Then, he leans all his weight on my ribs, stomach and legs and then he not-so-gently gets hold of one of my tits with his left hand. He strokes it and plays with my nipple, which gets hard due to the teasing he's imposing on me. I feel drunk of his touch and unbeatable desire.

Another cloud makes its way past the sun, giving more shade. I'm starting to find these stupid clouds a bit inconvenient, since I was enjoying the warmth of the sunrays very much! Anyway…

We don't talk any further. There's actually no need to anyway. We just breathe hard, gasp and moan – but basically I'm the one doing this. Cell barely displays what he's feeling like that. I can tell he's enjoying me by the way his eyes pierce mine and his dick gets tense in anticipation to meet my cunt, which by the way is dying to get some action. I totally hate the way he's neglecting it right now! So I get somehow violent when I hold the back of his head with one hand and I caress his back with my other hand… Next, I raise my right leg right beside his in a slow but sexy motion. Now he's got plenty of space to move his bloody hand forward, to my poor cunt. I'm not sure if he understands what I actually need him to do right now. Let's just hope it works!

Oh, believe me when I say that he does! Finally! He slowly gets his fingers teasing my cunt. I breathe out and moan. Then, he chuckles. I bet he just wanted me to feel needy enough to try to do something about it. He's playing with me, I know, but I love it anyway. Maybe I should toy with him as well… Let's see how he deals with it. I smirk at this thought and I bet Cell's not expecting this to happen.

While his fingers viciously torture my cunt from the outside and the inside, I start to bounce my hips to his rhythm. As I do so, I moan to distract him, but my skin accidentally teases his dick, which was hopelessly (but very quietly) feeling very attached to my left leg and now my bouncing doesn't miss its true purpose: excite his dick to an unbearable extent. I know he's saving it for later, but to hell with his stupid plans! I do what I want! And if I wish to tease his dick, I shall do it like it or not…

Now some dark clouds cover the sun and they really seem like an umbrella to me. They shield us from the warmth of the sun, but I swear I couldn't care less right now. The thing is… it mildly starts to rain here, in this canyon, desert-like area.

Our current fight is whether it's him or me the one who's able to turn on the other more. Things get wilder. I softly bite his lower lip and lick it playfully. He can't help but close his eyes and let the pleasure flow for a second. It starts to rain with more determination. I don't have time to relish on the fact that I'm winning this battle, though, because he's back attacking me and my poor little cunt ruthlessly once more. Good God, this is amazing! The water falling from the sky, pouring over us, licking us like a half-invisible tongue. I let him carry on teasing me, but this time, when I bounce my hips, the movement is totally and truly accidental (but natural as well, I guess). I swear it is. However, the reaction I get from him and his dick is disproportionate: he swiftly takes out his fingers and fully inserts his dick in my cunt as if he wanted to punish me for teasing him too much. I gasp with amazement as I cling to his broad sweaty shoulders. The ground is no longer dry, but full of wet mud. Sex is usually dirty. Now even more, I swear.

"I shall not be played with…" He whispers with that sexy husky voice that makes me hot. His eyes burn like hot iron. A raindrop runs down his cheek until it reaches his nose and falls over my face.

"I may if I wish to…" I whisper back as malignantly as I can manage, although I don't really mean it, of course. I'm just playing my part.

As I say this, he violently thrusts into me and I moan louder. I can hear the splashing sound of water and mud beneath me. He chuckles and smirks back at me.

"Do you realize what you're doing to me?" He whispers sexily, but kindly to me after some delightful minutes of mindlessly fucking me into oblivion.

"No," I say almost breathlessly, but full of irony and joy. I sigh. "I don't… I think I missed something. Can you repeat it, pleeeeeaaaaaase?"

He chuckles amused like never before and mildly shakes his head. Then, we go on as before. His thrusts meet mine in a desperate frenzy, as if an ice-cold river met a shower of boiling lava. We're the only two matching pieces of a puzzle exclusively made for and by love. We're intense and devoted like a drum solo. We're two perfectly rhyming lines in a poem.

The rain keeps pouring over us mechanically and we let go ourselves until we both moan hopelessly and cum.

When we're done, I can barely stand up on my own. The rain is over now and the sun is shining again. I need my clothes back… Errrr… Where the hell are they? Seriously, I cannot see them.

"Have you seen my clothes, Cell?" I ask point-blank.

"Nop. Sorry, Ivy." He says playfully. I think he's not really interested in me finding my clothes and getting dressed again.

"Are you absolutely sure about it? 'I shall not be played with!'" I say mimicking him, but playfully.

"'I may if I wish to…'" He says mimicking me as well, but whispering devilishly.

I chuckle.

Hi there!

OK… Nothing really happened in this chapter, right? But I don't feel bad about it, because ironically the sole purpose of this fic was to write smut for smut's sake. So this is it: a 100% smut chapter! Enjoy! ;) But something will happen on the next chapter, I promise… Muahahahaaaaaaaaaa…! (evil laughter as I pet my beloved extremely-furry white cat as if I were Bond's enemy or something)

Read and review! ;)

Luv,

Denim Jean