Alright, so I'm gonna break off from the current piece and move into a new one. Trunks comes home from work to find his lovely little wife grooving to some smexy tunes, and thus, makes the story's rating go up to T because of his reaction to her scintillating, spine tingling, heart stopping moves. Panny's got mad skills, you know, lol. Enjoy the read. Takes place two months after the last chapter.
Pan's POV
It was a good day. Trunks was off at work, the twins and Nora were being homeschooled by my grandmother and Aunt Bulma, meaning I had the house all to myself; as I was still on leave from work.
I'd been forced into a pseudo maternity leave after the mess in my office to recuperate and de-stress myself, and I welcomed the vacation readily. I really needed the time to wrap my head around the loss of our unborn son. There were still some days where I'd blame myself and beat myself up, but Trunks would always put a stop to it and assure me otherwise.
It was a bit lonely, being off of work; I'd grown accustomed to hearing the pitter patter of small feet on the floor, and the joyous yells of small children. It was slightly disorienting for all of that to just go away in the blink of an eye, even if only for just a while.
Trunks wasn't sure if he liked the idea of me being alone, especially after what had happened at the hospital just two months ago. My powers were slow to come out of hibernation, but I was more than strong enough to fend off a human robber or mugger. It would be a bit longer before my ki figured out that I wasn't pregnant anymore. It was still under the disposition that there was a baby to support. Needless to say, it was hard getting Trunks out of the door this morning.
Right now, it was soon to be lunch time, and I was in the kitchen, looking through the fridge to see what I would be making for dinner tonight. I'd found the ingredients for a mean meat loaf coated in bacon and glazed with brown sugar, and I was beginning to settle on that idea.
I actually kinda have a taste for meat loaf... with some potatoes on the side, and gravy... that sounds absolutely wonderful.
The small radio on the counter began to play Domino by Jessie J, and I had to hold in a squeal of excitement. It was one of my favorite songs, and I immediately began moving my body along to the beat.
Domino tapered off into Love Song by Rihanna; one of the few songs I could tolerate by her, and I slowed the speed of my movements to match its sensual pace. Getting into the theme of the song, I dragged my hands up the sides of my thighs, over my red lace short-clad hips, and onwards towards my breasts; sheathed in one of Trunks' white button downs. With one hand, I pulled the elastic out of my hair and let the dark mass of waves tumble down to my hips.
As the first verse began to play, I gently rolled my hips, winding my body down towards the floor, and then working my way back up. My hands found their way into my hair, and I let my head fall back, thrusting my chest out just a bit. I brought my hands back down, running them over my curves sensually.
My fingers dipped just inside of the waist of my shorts, as though I were teasing my imaginary audience, and then brushed up the row of buttons on the large shirt I wore, slowly popping each one open. The silky white material fell open to reveal my red lace covered bosoms and flat, muscled stomach.
The second verse took hold, and I began to roll my stomach like I'd seen exotic dancers do. I placed one hand on the side of my hips, and ran the other one through my hair again. I spotted the pole that partially suspended the bar of light fixtures over the breakfast nook and grabbed onto it, letting my body relax and fall into an arch. As I arched my back, my hand ran down the middle of my stomach, ghosting over my shorts to run down my thighs.
I pulled myself back up as the song began to taper off into yet another favorite; Dance for you by Beyoncé. My hips popped with the slow, sexy rhythm of the ballad, and I tossed my hair as I winded down to the floor and rose back up, swaying my hips in gentle, guiding movements. Feeling daring, I pushed my fingers under the shoulders of the shirt and sensually pushed the material down my arms, still winding and rolling my stomach and hips.
Suddenly, I heard a low whistle and froze like a deer in headlights, glancing towards the door. My husband stood in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth ajar. I could even see the glint of drool on his bottom lip. I jerked the shirt; which had been hanging from my wrists, back up around myself; fastening the buttons as quickly as possible. The embarrassment was so palpable, I couldn't even think beyond escaping to my bedroom and hiding away.
"Panny..." Trunks began, but I immediately blocked out the teasing that would come my way, plotting my escape route instead.
I slipped under his arm and flew up the stairs, blushing redder then a ripe apple. As I slipped into my bedroom, tears began to well up in my eyes, and I instantly cursed the left over pregnancy hormones. Despite myself, I began to weep quietly, and crawled under the sheets of the bed miserably.
That's where Trunks found me; bundled up in the sheets, crying like a spurned child. He sat on the edge of the bed and hugged me through the thick comforter, "Pan-chan, I wasn't going to tease you. Why are you crying?"
"I don't know." I whimpered, "it just happened." He chuckled softly and pulled the comforter down a bit so he could see my face. I looked up at him with what I knew were bloodshot eyes and a blotchy red face and mewled softly.
Trunks leaned down and peppered my face in kisses, "don't be ashamed, beautiful Ouho," he said between kisses, "it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." My cheeks flushed, though not with shame, and I looked up at him with wild eyes. I could see the lust turning the crystalline azure of his eyes a dark cerulean. They looked like a pair of turbulent, stormy seas.
A strange noise sounded in the back of my throat as my husband began to pepper my neck and jaw with small nips and kisses, and my fingers buried themselves in his silky lavender locks.
"I came in the door and heard the music, and I just had to see what was going on." He mumbled against my skin, and I moaned as his hot breath caressed my throat, "When I saw you in the kitchen, rolling your hips and taking my shirt off... I just wanted to lay you on the breakfast nook and take you... Good kami, woman, where have you been hiding these shorts?"
"Your sister likes to spoil me rotten." I replied breathily, "especially with lingerie."
"She knows me well... Damn it, I love you in red..." Trunks all but growled, and I groaned, "Kami, Trunks, please..." He relaxed at the desperation in my tone and pulled the comforter away so he could kneel comfortably between my thighs, "Shhh, tenshi, I'm going to take care of you..."
I breathed a sigh as he laid himself against me, "Take care of me, my Saiyajin no Ouji..." as he began to work his magic, I allowed myself to melt into hormonal puddy in his capable hands and enjoy the delicious little treat I'd earned.
Mmmm, I should dance for him more often...
*a few hours later*
I stood in front of the counter, mixing up the ingredients for the meat loaf, clad in a fresh bra, panties, nightie and robe set. The bra, panties, and nightie were deep purple silk with white lace embellishments, and the robe was white silk with purple lace edging and came down to mid-thigh. They were a present from the Adonis that stood behind me, holding onto my hips as I worked.
We'd both had a bit of fun in the bed and in the shower, and then got to work in the kitchen, making tonight's dinner. It didn't help that he was only wearing a pair of dark grey sweats. I giggled like a school-girl when his nose pressed against my damp neck, "Trunks, please..."
"I distinctly remember you saying that earlier, but you were asking for me to do something entirely different, dear Ouho." He told me teasingly, and then nipped at my throat, "You smell good enough to eat."
I smirked wickedly, and I looked over my shoulder at him, "that's just too bad, hon, cause you've already had a taste today. You ought to be sated for days with all the sampling you did."
"I can't help the fact that yours is a flavor I could never tire of." My eyes fluttered dangerously, and I felt my knees shiver slightly, "T-Trunks, I have to finish dinner..."
"Really? Because your body language says you have to finish something else. Oh, well, I'll let you go... we always have tonight, after all." Trunks released me and ghosted away, and I grabbed onto the counter to steady myself and clear my head of any and all naughty thoughts. Our children would be home from Granny Chi's at any minute.
Speaking of which, the doorbell chimed, and I heard the tell-tale squeals of my babies as Trunks ushered them inside. To my utter horror, the people who'd brought them home were none of than my two gal pals and their hubbies, and all of them could always tell when we'd just had sex.
Bra and Marron came in the kitchen, took one look at my damp appearance, and smirked knowingly. I sighed and put the meatloaf in the oven, "Last time I checked this was my house, and I can do whatever I want under my own roof."
"Ruin our fun, why don't you." Bra said with a pout, "I hope you don't mind us staying over for dinner, though." I shrugged, "as long as you're gone before the kids are put in bed." Her eyes widened, "round two?"
"I've already been forewarned." I said with a giggle. Over the years, it had become easier to discuss my sex life with the girls. Usually, I balked at the idea of sharing the intimate secrets behind my bedroom door, but soon, it became routine for us... but out of the question when it was my mother asking.
"What set him off?" Marron asked softly, glancing towards the living room where the men were convened. I blushed, "he caught me dancing in the new set of lingerie Bra bought me and one of his work shirts."
"The red bra and boy short set?" Bra asked eagerly, and I nodded. She grinned, "I knew he'd love that. Red's his favorite color on you."
"Oh, he loved it, alright..." I mumbled, "Loved it right to pieces, he did."
"I'll buy you another one." Bra vowed, and then smiled deviously, "and this time, I'll get the corset and garter belt that comes with it." I gasped, bewildered, "Bra Vegeta Briefs-Son!" Her smiled broadened, "What? Should I get more than one set?"
"Oh, you... yes, you probably should." I muttered, blushing deeply.
Bra all but cackled at my blush, and Marron and I quickly joined in. I frowned suddenly, "where are my kids?"
"In the playroom. Your hubbie turned on some cartoons for them and they were like moths to a light. Even Kuri's in there." Marron said softly, and then lowered her voice even more, "how much do you want to bet that the men are in the living room, talking about the exact same thing?"
I started laughing, "I wouldn't be surprised, Maz, I would definitely not be surprised."
I'm going to write a part two from Trunks' perspective of this chapter. I wrote this because I don't have a chapter that's just Trunks and Pan being a couple and being naughty as well. I was sorely tempted to actually write the lemon, but then I'd have to raise the rating to M, and that's not what I want for this fic. Let me know what you think!
-SukiChan12^-^