And… he found her. Bwahahahahaha…
"Geta?" Usagi asked as she entered the dark house, on her way back from the hot spring. Hearing no response, she closed the door quietly behind her and toweled off her hair before slipping on a nightgown from her subspace and using her good sense of direction to find his little nest on the floor.
She'd thought him already asleep since he'd seemed to have given up on claiming her, which honestly surprised her. "Never thought him the type to just give up," she breathed quietly, but when she couldn't seem to find him in the blankets she stood and moved back towards the door. "Geta?" She called outside. "You alright?"
Usagi shook her head in confusion when she couldn't find him at all, even through the bond, and wondered if she'd done something wrong that day to drive him off. "Maybe it was the other day," she worried aloud. "Maybe that's why he hasn't really touched me. Damn it… I hope he's alright… maybe I should go out and—" She shrieked then as her hands were snapped up beside her head, but the sound of a soft purr made her relax. "Gods, you scared the shit out of me!" She squeaked out as she fought to breathe. "Why is the bond nearly closed!?"
Sorry, he chuckled. Element of surprise.
Usagi stared up in the pitch in confusion, his purr and the way he was posturing himself sending her totally mixed signals. "What? I didn't do anything wrong… did I?" She sighed when he only continued to purr and she felt his mouth nip at her cloth-covered shoulder. "Has anyone ever told you that you talk too fucking much?"
Usagi couldn't swear to it, but right then there was a glimmer of something through the bond that told her that he was mildly amused by her words, despite the fact that he'd mostly shut her out. "Well? What do you want? I'm tired; I want to go to bed." He suddenly used his full body to press her to the wall and her eyes widened at the hardness pushing into her lower stomach, her throat flexing as she swallowed. "Well… that answers the question of what you want, doesn't it?" She asked a little nervously.
After a full minute of neither of them moving a muscle, Usagi realized that he was waiting for her permission. She didn't expect it from him since he knew that she wanted him, but that was progress at least, right? With her in her current form, he could have simply had his way and she wouldn't have been able to fight him in the slightest if she were unwilling. "Ok… wow, I have to give you credit, Geta. You really got your flag a-flyin' this time."
Vegeta grunted in agreement as he slowly ground himself into her core, keeping her hands pinned as he felt himself grow impossibly harder. Want you now, Usagi.
"Bed?" She whispered nervously. Gods, she'd seen him hard in the mornings, but this… what she was feeling now… the mornings clearly hadn't done the man justice. Thank the gods… every god, that I'm not a virgin, she mused to herself.
She blinked in surprise when he didn't move and he shook his head, followed by a slow grind of his hips against hers. Ok, she got it. He wanted her here and now. No waiting. Likely it had something to do with wanting to take her in neutral territory, and not anywhere that he had labeled in his mind as his or hers. Maybe this was his method of being able to perform.
Vegeta continued to wait, and was about to back off out of concern for scaring her, but she spoke again before he could release her arms. "Ok… I only ask that you don't hurt me. Alright?"
Usagi was a bit surprised when he actually gave her a hoarse grunt before releasing her hands and pushing the hem of her nightgown to her hips. When she lowered her hands to his shoulders, however, he gave her a light growl of warning and she huffed and rolled her eyes. "Seriously? We're about to have wall sex and I'm not allowed to touch you?" Usagi relented when she caught the smallest hint of fear through the bond, and realized something that should have been obvious from the get-go.
Contact. It was the contact that was making him unable to perform. "You're in control," she whispered, lowering her hands to her sides. Kissing was probably out of the question too, much to her dismay. She'd wanted him for days, yes, but… she'd been hoping for a little foreplay of some kind before they got to the point and she had to deal with what she was sure would be more than just mild discomfort. She wouldn't ask, though, she'd wait for him to show her what he was comfortable with. "Just don't hurt me with that thing."
With that, he smoothly lifted her against him with one arm wrapped under her bottom, and she obligingly wound her legs around his waist as he pressed his entry, careful to remember to keep her hands down. "It's alright," she said gently when his breathing grew a little ragged and she felt him begin to tremble; she moved her hips slightly in invitation to prove that she meant what she said, and Usagi couldn't help but gasp as he began to fill her slowly. Damn it if he wasn't big, and he was stretching her quite a bit more than even Raditz had.
That's because he's third class, Vegeta snorted with amusement. I'm first class. Every inch of me, r'sha.
"I've noticed," she squeaked. A hitch in her breathing stopped him, and she fought to relax, resting her forehead on his chest as she tried not to tense up at the discomfort between her thighs. "Sorry… I'm not very wet," she whispered, her flush of embarrassment travelling down to the tops of her breasts. Usagi nodded when he pressed forward once more, despite the twinge of pain she felt, followed by a sigh of gratitude when he immediately stopped. "And you're just really… um… first class," she admitted.
Vegeta grunted and waited, not too sure what to do. But after a full minute he decided to take a chance and he slid a hand up her nightgown, letting it wander to gently stroke her bare skin as he just barely brushed his lips over hers.
Ok. It seemed that touching her wasn't effecting his arousal; it was only her touching him that shut him down. She seemed to gradually respond to that, and he felt a wash of relief when he reached her breast and she made a small sound of pleasure.
"I wish you'd let me touch you," she whispered breathlessly, arching her breast fully into his palm. "Or at least open the bond." Usagi moved her hips again and whimpered a little in reaction to the feel of him pushing into her once more; the feeling of his hands on her and his hot breath on her neck had her growing wetter by the second. "I think I'm ready, honey." She looked up at him and relaxed as he pressed forward once more, and within moments he was filling her with no pain on her part. "I'm fine," she assured him.
She felt his eyes flutter shut against her throat when he began to move steadily, his breathing fast and labored as a series of husky groans erupted from his mouth. He didn't last long, of that she wasn't surprised, but when he came with a shudder and a hoarse cry, she was startled to feel him collapse against her, both of them sliding to the floor.
It had just started to feel good for her too when he'd suddenly reached his peak, but Usagi didn't hold it against him. This had been about his pleasure anyway—his healing— not hers… maybe he'd want more later and they'd take care of her desires then.
"You alright?" She asked softly, finally moving one of her hands to tip his face up, her thumb stroking slowly over his cheek. "You didn't hurt me, big guy. It's ok," she assured him with a smile, followed by a slow and careful lowering of her mouth to his.
The kiss was brief, but soft, and she sensed his surprise at the action before she pulled away. The bond was cracking back open and she could feel how he'd expected her to be upset with him, but that was hardly the case. "Come on… I'm tired, and I'm pretty sure you are, too. Why don't you share the bed with me tonight instead of sleeping on the floor, hm? I know all too well how hard that floor is, even with all the bedding on it."
With a few more gentle words and some patient coaxing, Usagi finally got him to the bed and climbed in slowly, scooting all the way over so that he could join her. "Come on, just don't freak out if you wind up being snuggled in the middle of the night… you know how I tend to get cold easy and curl up beside you," she teased. "What?" She asked when he continued to stand there. "Come on, you know it's warmer with someone else under the covers. It's nicer, too. Nothing bad will happen, honey, I swear it," she finished with an understanding whisper.
Slowly—ever so slowly—he climbed into the bed with her, but didn't slip under the covers. Instead, he reached over and tugged at her nightgown. "Ah… now I understand why you didn't want to—" Usagi couldn't help but giggle when he suddenly kissed her, and when he pulled away she lifted her arms to let him tug the nightgown over her head. "Talking too much again?" She teased.
Vegeta nodded briefly before kissing her once more, nibbling at her lower lip as he slowly drew away, wondering for a moment if she'd let him take her again so soon… but no. He'd wait until morning; they'd both had a long day and needed to rest.
Now that his paranoia was satisfied and he was sure she wasn't able to conceal any weapons beneath any clothing, he laid down facing her and drew the covers up around them both. It wasn't until long after she'd closed her eyes and her breathing had deepened and slowed that he allowed himself to close his own, but not before reaching out and brushing a few stray hairs from her face and gently tracing her mark with his fingertips.
He woke a few hours later with a jolt when he felt something warm and soft pressing against him, and nearly leapt out of the bed until her words came back to him. 'Don't freak out if you wind up being snuggled in the middle of the night.' He forced himself to relax despite the slight trembling in his hands. It was the fact that he wasn't sleeping in his territory that was setting him off more than anything, and Usagi had seemed to realize that when she'd reminded him in advance about the snuggling.
But she was naked, she didn't have any weapons, and she was totally asleep, he reminded himself.
She couldn't do him any harm… and he knew she wouldn't do him any harm, even given the chance. He had to keep reminding himself of that nearly every time she touched him, but less so since he'd bitten her. And after all… hadn't she just surrendered her body to him in total trust and given him pleasure without taking any for herself? Such a show of trust and selflessness on her part surely warranted the same from him… right?
Forcing himself to relax with every ounce of willpower he possessed, he carefully pulled her tightly to him and kept his arm snugly around her waist, fighting down a flash of memory that came to him—in it, he was holding Bulma in the same manner… and she'd had the exact same eyes as the current female breathing lightly against his chest. No… he didn't want to remember anymore, damn it. The memories hurt… and he was tired of hurting.
So tired.
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Usagi sleepily opened her eyes to find her wild man simply watching her in the early dawn light, and managed a tiny smile. "You didn't wind up running back to the floor. Good. Sorry if my cuddling bothered you. You know I can't help it," she sighed, closing her eyes once more as she rested her head against his chest and noticed with mild surprise that he was actually holding her, his arms wrapped tightly around her naked body.
She chuckled and shook her head when she felt his hips press to hers suggestively, something large and hard brushing against her inner thigh. Cracking her eyes open, she found him looking down at her, waiting patiently for her to either reject him or give him the go-ahead, and she slowly nodded in response. "If that's what you want, Mister-First-Class… I don't mind."
However, she sighed when he rolled on top of her and immediately pinned her hands to either side of her head. "You can still be in control and let me touch you," she whispered. The hands on her wrists loosened and pulled away, but he slowly shook his head as he lifted her hips a little and entered her as hesitantly as he had the night before, a hitch in his breath as he filled her.
"It's ok," she assured him when he froze at the sound of a soft gasp from her mouth. "You're just really big, Vegeta… could you… um… go slow? I'm a little sore from last night," she added with a blush. "I don't mean to order you around, sorry."
But he nodded in response slowly; she'd only asked that he not hurt her and nothing else, when she could have simply denied him such intimacy or demanded something from him in return. But she hadn't; she'd simply given herself to him with no expectations and the mere thought made his chest rumble in a seductive purr. So he carefully flexed his hips once, then twice, and waited for her approval before continuing. But he froze when after a minute he heard her make a strange noise. What's wrong, r'sha? He asked with a large touch of worry through the bond.
"I'm fine," she whispered with a lift of her hips, gazing up at him with lust-glazed eyes. "You're not hurting me, Vegeta… don't stop…"
He watched her as the blue eyes he found so captivating fluttered shut and she uttered a low moan, her hands clutching at the sheets above her head for leverage as she began to gently move in time with him. He found the sight unbelievably arousing, but he stopped again when she let out a soft cry and stiffened against him. "I was about to come," she whimpered, fighting the urge to lower her hands to his hips and jerk him down to her. "Please don't stop," she begged in desperation, "you feel so good, Geta."
Usagi whimpered once more when he studied her and didn't move, and lifted her hips in a silent plea for more. When that didn't work she changed her tack. "Please…? May I come?" She whispered breathlessly. "You're still in control, Geta, I swear it. Just please don't stop."
Someone else taking their pleasure had always meant his own pain in the past… but she wasn't hurting him. She had never hurt him. And due to the bond, Vegeta was finally, totally sure that she would never hurt him given the chance. He felt her flex around him slightly and drew in a sharp breath at the sensation, and that delicious feeling made up his mind. He decided it was only fair that his mate enjoy him as much—if not more—than he was enjoying her, and he began to move again after giving her a nod.
He didn't stop when she suddenly went rigid and cried out once more, and he found himself groaning at the sensation of her tightening around him as she bucked and moaned. And it felt wonderful.
Holy shit, Usagi…
I know, Geta… feels so good… don't stop, r'sha…
He was having a hard time getting over the fact that her pleasure wasn't causing him pain, but giving him his own in return. Once he'd gotten over his amazement his purr reached a new level, signaling his happiness and desire to pleasure her even further, and he let the tension melt from his body as he continued to thrust into her slowly. Won't stop… come for me again…
Recalling the night before, he bent down and pressed his lips to hers, just as she'd done to him after he'd taken his pleasure, but he jumped a little when she moaned and returned it passionately. He knew she liked to kiss, though, and so far it didn't seem to be affecting his ability to perform. Maybe it would help her come again if he continued?
He gasped when he felt her tongue flick out over his mouth, but the slight parting of his lips gave her the access she sought, and he groaned in response to the sensation of her tongue brushing over his own. He definitely expected that to make him lose his erection, but it seemed to only be adding to his pleasure and soon he was taking control of it, devouring her mouth with his own, ignoring a memory that was trying to come to him as he concentrated on only the wonderful, soft ecstasy washing through him like a healing balm, erasing thoughts of pain and anguish and years of torture.
He let go when she bucked once more and tightened and joined her in nirvana as their moans mingled into each other's mouths. "That was wonderful… definitely worth the wait," she whispered between kisses, gurgling with pleasure when he responded with a little thrust and a pleased growl. "Tease," she giggled when he did it again.
He jumped when he felt her hands on him, and went taut from head to toe in reaction to the soft touch; one hand stroking down his jawline and the other down his back. Sensing his distrust through the gradually reopening bond, Usagi sighed and moved her hands back to her sides, her eyes a little sad as she looked up at him. "Sorry… I just… I only wanted to…"
He felt the oddest twinge of emotion at the knowledge that he'd ruined her good mood; was that… guilt? Even stranger than that unbidden emotion, he found himself going over different ways to make it better. But he wasn't quite ready to be freely touched during sex, not quite yet.
Usagi sighed when he licked his lips and swallowed, the glint in his eyes telling her that he wanted something. "Yeah?"
"R'sha."
Usagi felt him jump slightly in reaction to hearing his own voice and leaned up to kiss him softly. "Yes, Geta. And I'm yours, too."
He slowly lifted her hand from the bed and drew it over, kissing the back of her knuckles. "R'sha," he said again, once more jumping at the resonance of his own voice.
She was floored when he placed her hand on his chest and moved his own to rest between her breasts, licking his lips nervously as he opened and closed his mouth several times. "Usagi," he whispered, still tensing in wait for the lash, expecting retaliation for speaking.
She sensed why he was recoiling at the sound of his own voice and flexed around him, rewarding him for speaking with a small wave of pleasure. She felt him shiver in response and nodded slowly. "I don't mind if you want me again, Vegeta," she breathed softly as she felt him beginning to harden inside of her. "I can even be on top if you're tired," she offered. She nodded in understanding when he growled a little, and stroked him with the hand still lying on his chest, tracing the definition of the muscles and the numberless scars that covered him. "Just an offer, that's all," she assured him. "I'm fine with being on bottom. Is this… ok?" She added, nodding to the delicate, feminine hand stroking him absently.
With visible trembling, Vegeta removed her other hand from the sheets and laid it on his hip, and gasped with pleasure when she flexed around him again. He wasn't stupid, he knew exactly what she was doing; she was making him associate pleasure with speaking and touching. And he couldn't help but look forward to another little reward for it despite his hesitancy.
Usagi smiled and bent her mouth to his chest to trace his scars with the tip of her tongue, moving slowly so as not to spook him, and made a happy noise when he whispered her name. She rewarded him with more, trailing her lips up his throat, her hands moving to his back to trace his spine. She stopped when she reached a large, circular scar and he jumped and stiffened. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
Vegeta merely grunted; it had felt good… really good, and he'd been totally unprepared for it. "Tail," he breathed hoarsely. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as her fingertip traced the edge of it, and he shivered as she began to focus on that one spot, feathering her nails over it slowly.
Usagi blinked, more surprised that she'd forgotten about his missing tail. Of course he would have had a tail! He was Saiyan; they all had fuzzy brown or black tails! And her experience with Raditz had taught her that it could be a very useful tool in bed.
"Would you like it back?" She asked slowly. "I could probably regrow your tail if you'd like, Vegeta. But I'd have to shift back into Cosmos for that, and I know you prefer this form. Don't know why, but…" She shrugged; it didn't really matter why. She blinked when he pointed at her eyes. "Oh. You like the color or something?" She smiled when he gave her the slightest of nods, and continued to brush her fingertips over the scar on his lower back. "I'll stay like this, then… even though I'm a lot weaker. You let me know when and if you want your tail back, ok?"
So… she finally admitted what he'd suspected. She was weaker in this form than the one he'd woken to that first day. He didn't know if it was fate or dumb luck that had given her eyes that he trusted, but her transformation to this petite golden goddess had been the smartest thing she could have done and hoped to have them both live through what had happened if she hadn't. More? He confirmed, giving her a little thrust.
Usagi wanted nothing more than to roll him onto his back and really show him some pleasure, but she knew he wasn't ready for that and simply nodded and smiled, satisfied that she could at least touch him. That in itself was a huge step for him, in her mind. "As much as you want, Vegeta," she whispered up at him before continuing to trace his scars with the tip of her tongue. "I'll never deny you my body."
She was moaning again in moments, trying to focus through her own ecstasy in order to heighten his, but when he tipped her chin up to slant his mouth over hers and moved a little harder, she lost all control and was suddenly clutching at his back.
Vegeta tried not to flinch at the contact, but when her nails bit slightly into his skin he stiffened and fought for air, his cock immediately deflating inside of her. Can't, he rasped, his mental voice shaking as violently as his hands.
Usagi nodded hurriedly, burning up from the lack of movement and wanting nothing more than to feel him continuing. "Don't stop," she begged, her voice a helpless little whimper as her fingertips whispered over his hips, his chest, then came to rest on the sheets.
Now that she wasn't touching him—and more importantly, he could actually see where her hands were—Vegeta found himself able to perform after a few moments of waiting, and his lips crashed into hers when she cried out in response to the renewed movements inside of her. "Mine," he growled savagely, his purr starting up as she tightened and moaned his name, her knuckles white as she gripped the cloth beneath them.
"Yours!" She yelped in response to a rough thrust, the mix of pain and pleasure sending her right over the edge again with a hoarse cry. Usagi whimpered in disappointment when he suddenly stopped, but she understood when he gripped her hips and flipped her.
Only he was shoving her back onto her stomach the moment she tried to climb onto her knees for him, and she gasped and struggled in panic for a second when he held her down, closed her legs, and pressed his entry once more. "Geta! Please, no! I'm totally not into anal!"
Vegeta deep laugh, coupled with that dark, seductive, rolling purr made her shiver and relax as he nipped at her mark and shook his head. I'm not into that either. At all. Just hold still, Usagi. This will feel good.
Usagi trembled in anticipation when he placed her arms over her head, smoothing his hands down her body until she was completely flat against the sheets, her legs still closed as he straddled her and carefully placed himself at her entrance. "Easy," she gasped as he pushed forward, "dear gods… Geta, you're too big like this—I don't think I can—"
Then he bit down on her mark with a vicious growl and she moaned loudly, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the sheets above her and her hips jerked up involuntarily. "Ok! Yours! I get it!" With a gasp as he pushed forward to fill her, Usagi went as still as possible and marveled that she'd actually taken him to the hilt in that position. Dear gods, she could feel every damned inch of him like that, and when he flexed his hips a little she whimpered at the sensation of him hitting a spot deep inside of her that set her very blood on fire. "Hot damn, Geta… just… just go slow, kay?"
I think I'm in love with this position, he purred in her mind. You're so damned tight, beautiful. Vegeta began to move slowly, being as gentle as possible with her as she fought to breathe and gasped every time he pressed against that spot, sending shot after shot of pleasure running through her. How does that feel? He whispered, knowing damned well how good it felt through the bond.
A—amazing… damn… even my brain… h—has a stutter… don't stop, my love…
Can you come for me like this, r'sha? I want to feel your pleasure. Vegeta hooked his hips into hers just a little harder when she pushed back against him and moaned his name, and soon he was bent over her, biting at her bleeding mark once more, groaning softly as she tightened and actually screamed from the intensity of her climax.
He went right with her over the edge; he'd been holding back for a good while and knew she'd need a break after this, anyway. A short break. Vegeta looked down and smirked with pride at his still-hard cock, nipping at her mark once more before flipping her back over to kiss her. Want you again, Usagi… I can't seem to get enough of you…
She nodded as she sucked at his lower lip, and couldn't believe that she still wanted him, too. Shit, this man simply set her on fire! Everything she'd thought about how good he would feel inside of her had be spot-on and then some. Same, Geta… I… gods, you've got me so damned wet it's unreal.
Vegeta grinned against her lips and chuckled when she arched to offer herself again.
Ok, a very short break.
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"Again?"
Hearing the weariness in her voice, Vegeta relented and shook his head as he rolled her onto her back, ignoring his raging erection in order to simply kiss her and nuzzle her throat. Sleep, r'sha, he whispered in her mind.
Usagi smiled and sighed in relief; she'd told him he could have as much as he wanted, but she hadn't expected him to be so damned insatiable! Shit, they'd only been going at it for nearly a full day with only a few respites for food, showering and using the bathroom, and Usagi was simply exhausted. But then again, she could feel his arousal pressing against her and could sense himself trying to control his lust through the bond. "Tomorrow, Geta, ok? Just let me get some rest and I'm all yours again. Need to recharge my vagina batteries," she yawned.
Vegeta nodded, silent but for his purr, and settled in behind her to wrap his arms possessively around her petite body. She'd only given herself to him dozens of times throughout the day, the least he could do for her was to allow her some rest before he took her again.
The Saiyan prince wasn't tired though, so he settled for running his fingers over her, idly exploring her while his touch and the relaxing purr coming from his chest lulled her to sleep.
It was an hour later before he'd worked up his nerve enough to bend his head to her ear and say the words that had been in his mind for days, the words that he'd wanted to say aloud and not just through the bond. Bulma had said before that a woman needed to hear them, and he wanted to give that to his new mate the moment he'd felt that long dead emotion revive inside of him.
"I love you, Usagi."
Ok. Quick author's note. It's snowing outside and I need to get my happy ass to WORK. Just a reminder that Vegeta is NOT quite the same man he once was. He can and will say nice things in this fic so don't give me shit about OOC! Love yall! R&R so my day at work will be good!
