Chapter 14: Chapter 14
Pan's eyes slowly opened to the smell of fresh bacon and biscuits. Who had been there last night? Or had Trunks actually stayed? She frowned trying desperately to make sense of anything until she nodded, Bura probably stopped by, she must've dozed off and was now making them breakfast. She sighed and ran her hands through her hair and as she eased up and went to slip out of bed she froze.
No clothes.
Her hair was not braided.
She always went to bed with it braided.
She wore no pajamas.
She always wore pajamas.
She could hear humming coming from her kitchen, Bura couldn't hum let alone hold a single pitch, and it wasn't a feminine hum. And then her eyes went wide. Trunks…her dream…she looked down at her torso and moaned, bruises, love bites, it had to be him. The humming was getting louder, and she could feel how tender her body felt.
She took to her feet, stumbling, but on quiet cat-like feet as she whisked her sheets up around her like a toga. The humming paused and she knew her intruder was listening, when it picked back up, she eased out of his room through the cracked door.
She went to the kitchen and emotion overtook her when she saw Trunks. She threw herself at him and he remained still, still holding the spatula and pan. "Hello? Hot stove?" he groused. Her tears burnt her eyes, "You're here," she croaked. He looked at her, helpless and then growled, "Get the hell off of me." He sighed and peeled away from her, she stood there, watching him and as he turned the range off as he faced her. His harsh gaze looked down upon her and he sighed, his eyes slowly blinked, his expression softened and he reached for her.
She jumped, and her body trembled, she was shaking and her actions caused his anger to spark in his eyes and his frown returned as he caught her up and shook her. "Don't look at me like you're afraid of me," he growled and she shook harder underneath his touch. "Am I dreaming? Did last night really happen?" she asked softly and his hands clenched shut before he caught her arm and drug her up from her stance. "Trunks where are you taking me? What are you-"
Into the bedroom, she was pushed onto the bed and she trembled as flashes of what happened the night before occurred like a reel in her mind's eyes. She blushed madly as he crawled over her. "Do I need to remind you?" he asked, reading her expressions like a book and she slowly shook her head.
"Good, you food is getting cold," he bit out as he pulled back, but she stopped him by grasping onto his waistband. He stopped and slowly turned to face her and she hugged him, cherishing the feel of his muscles against the soft curves of her body. "I hadn't thought you were ever coming back," she admitted, he sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Pan you can't throw yourself at me like this," he said and she pulled away confused, "Like how?"
"You're naked under that opposing cotton sheet," he whispered roughly and she giggled nervously until a sultry look crossed her face. His breath began heaving, "Do you not want me like this?" she countered and he tackled her, curling her up into his arms and holding her close. "I want you everywhere," he whispered pleadingly. His body spooned hers until he rolled over and set himself between her legs, resting his face against her stomach. He traced her waist and her stomach and she merely watched him. "I have never been so infatuated with any woman in my entire life," he admitted and she giggled, "Is that your way of telling me you love me?" His hands tightened and she paused as he looked up at her, "I have always loved you and you tame me," he said. Her eyes widened, "Like an animal?"
"You make me feel like the animal I am!" he exclaimed and she smiled for him. "You weren't an animal last night," she whispered and he sighed, resting his forehead to her shoulder as his hips slowly rolled against hers. "I came here and you were crying in your sleep. I couldn't have possibly…well, I could have," he reasoned, "but I couldn't, not really." She laughed then and he looked at her, "I hadn't meant to make you cry," he whispered and she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
"You're not being an animal now," she observed and he grumbled a strand of mild curses as he rolled off of her and eased off of the bed. "Your food," he murmured and she kissed him, she said, "It doesn't matter. Only you."
He sighed. "We have to get back into town," he reasoned. "We don't have enough time," he murmured sweetly and she arched a brow. "I do agree with you, but we could stay in bed and sleep more?" she offered and he shook his head. "You need food, I need food," he said. "You need to get dressed." She playfully pouted and said, "Fine."