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Authors note: Well here it is (chapter twenty) Oh my gosh! I can't believe I've gone this far!
Holy crap what am I going to do when I get done. ::Smiles gleefully at the characters from Bleach::
Anyway I hope you have half as much fun reading this chapter as I did writing it.
Later, Raven.
Chapter twenty
That night Justine tried to talk herself out of confronting Piccolo about his little chat with Vegeta. The last thing she wanted, was to look like some love sick little girl, that made something out of nothing.
Since it was now warm weather she chose to sleep outside under the stars. Most times Piccolo stayed away at night. But every now and then he would simply show up without a word as to why, and stay the night. (Tonight was one of those nights.)
The crickets chirped in the distance while the fire crackled. Piccolo was setting in his usual lotus position across from her.
"Thank you for the necklace." She said before she could lose her nerve.
Piccolo didn't even open his eyes but she thought she seen him twitch.
"I didn't have any idea it was from you, but Vegeta said it might be." She added.
"I'll kill that little bastard for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong." Piccolo promised himself.
"Piccolo, I really like it." She said.
"Fine." He huffed.
"Did you make it yourself?" She asked.
"Yes and I am through discussing it, so shut your trap!" He snapped.
"You know Piccolo you can be a real asshole sometimes. I didn't ask you to stay the night with me. So if you don't want to talk to me don't come here at night!" She ranted.
He moved so quickly she didn't even know he had moved until his was in her face.
"Don't you dare disrespect me." He breathed.
"What are you going to do, hit me?" She said lifting her chin. "Will that make you feel better?"
Suddenly all the fight went out of him. He just stood there for a moment, his eye's were hard to see with the firelight at his back. And his expression was unreadable.
"If I bother you so much why don't you just leave?" She found herself asking.
"Because no matter what happens I have given my word, and I don't brake my word" He said sternly.
"So that's it then, that's the only reason you stay? She asked even though she knew he wouldn't answer.
"I just wish we could go back to the way things were before. All I want is to be friends with you, the way Gohan is" She said in a voice that was suddenly thick with emotion.
Piccolo felt his heart constrict, she had no idea how hard it was for him to keep her at a distance.
She looked up at him for a long time wishing she knew wait else to say. But there was nothing left, it was all up to him. If he didn't want her as a friend, then there was really no reason for her to keep any hope that he might care.
"I wish I could erase that night." She found herself saying with contempt even as the tears began to trail down her face. She didn't want to cry in front of him. But she didn't have much choice with him standing right there.
"I never told you before, but I've always felt like I knew you. Even that first night when you took me to the lookout and I was so scared. You made me feel safe when I thought I could never feel that way again. And when I touched you I knew you would protect me. You came into my life when I very desperately needed a hero. And... I...I guess I just hoped you would feel... something for me in return... I was...so foolish." She said just before sobs engulfed her.
Piccolo had thought that the last time hearing her cry over him was hard. But seeing her set on the ground while she cried was just too much. He wanted to leave because he had no clue how to comfort her. He was the asshole that had broken her heart. How in the hell could he ever make her feel better.
Her words echoed in his mind. "I wish I could erase that night." So many times he had thought of that night with anger, but he couldn't bring himself to regret those few sweet moments of passion.
He knelt in front of her not sure of what to do. Hesitantly he reached for her shoulders, then pulled her into awkward embrace. How could he make her understand that none of this was her fault.
Her hot tears soaked his shirt while he held her. Piccolo's own eyes burned though he didn't know why. His hands held a unfamiliar tremor as he smoothed her hair from her face. "Don't cry." He found himself saying.
Justine's hands griped his collar while she tried to quit crying. He was so close, warm and strong. He was everything she wanted but could never have. She understood now that she couldn't keep staying with him. It was ripping her heart out to see him everyday. And if she was ever going to get over him she needed to get out, but she couldn't do it right then. She just couldn't bring herself to part with him, no matter how much it hurt to stay.
In a moment of desperation she pressed her lips to his, thinking surly he would push her away.
Piccolo set stock still the moment Justine's lips touched his. An onslaught of feelings tore through his body, it was as if he was sharing her every emotion, and in that moment he was totally lost.
Piccolo growled low in his throat just before he opened his mouth over hers. The kiss went on and on as it deepened and climaxed. Somehow Piccolo maneuvered Justine so that she was lying beneath him where he could more easily sample her sweet body. The more he kissed and touched her the stronger he could feel and share her pleasure.
Her hands stroked his neck and anywhere on his body that she found uncovered. She captured his head in her hands while her lips spread feather light kisses over his face. Even as she kissed him part of her mind screamed for her stop. "Don't do this, he doesn't love you!" But she pushed that thought to the back of her mind. Maybe he didn't love her, but she would at least get this one night with him. She had to leave someday, and once he was gone from her life she would have this one memory to keep her warm at night.
Piccolo willed his turban and cape away while he manifested a blanket beneath her. She was warm and so sweet to taste, he felt sure he would never tire of kissing her.
Justine closed her eyes as Piccolo removed her shirt. Inside her chest her heart trembled, this night she would show Piccolo how much she loved him. No matter what happened in the morning she would always have this one night.
Piccolo dipped his head lower as he kissed her neck. Justine gasped when she felt him suck gently on her tender flesh. Both of his hands slipped under her back so he could lift her up to his waiting mouth.
Driven by instinct alone Justine felt the need to place her hands on Piccolo's temples. Once she had done this she realized that it made it much easier to share her feelings with him. When he found one of her taught nipples with his mouth they both shuddered as pleasure rippled through them.
Something seemed to snap inside of Justine, causing her to lose what inhibitions she had left. She pulled Piccolo's head up until she could reach the place she desired to taste. Her pink tongue darted out to lick one his titillating antennae, causing his breath to halt then hiss out between his teeth.
After that there was no going back. Piccolo's need became too urgent to ignore any longer. He was way past thinking clearly, so he had to resort in ripping off her clothes. He was driven by a need to touch and taste her everywhere, then share in her pleasure from it all. She was like a drug that he couldn't get enough of, and he was to far gone to care.
"Take off your clothes too." She panted.
"Why." He asked while he licked his why down her stomach.
"Because I want to see you." She answered and started pulling at his belt.
Piccolo hesitated, what would Justine expect? Hadn't she got a good look at him the last time? Surely she knew that his body wasn't built like a human male. Though he wasn't sure where the moment would lead he allowed Justine to help him remove his clothes. Once Piccolo was free of his them Justine urged his head down for a kiss. "You're perfect just the way you are." She murmured against his firm lips.
Piccolo's cold voice of reason tried to fight it's way back into the forefront of his mind "What are you doing!" It shouted at him, but Justine picked that exact moment to start doing something marvelous to his ear with her mouth, while she stroked his antennae. With a heavy sigh Piccolo surrendered to Justine and the pleasure she was giving him.
Through the next hour they explored and enjoyed each others bodies until they both reached a state of climax that rivaled any conventional mating. Sated to the very fiber of their beings they lay in each others arms.
Justine slept peacefully while Piccolo tried to sort out what had just happened. His usually mute conscience give voice to how wrong he had been to let things go this far.
"What the hell was I thinking! I can't be her lover. I don't even know where I would begin to try.
She wants some damned nice guy who could take care of her and make her happy. Shit how did I let this happen? Somehow I have to make things right."
He watched her sleep and it was nearly dawn before he finally let himself rest.
XxXxX
Piccolo came awake slowly. He wasn't accustom to sleeping late, or sleeping in a bed for that matter. But he had made sure that last night had been comfortable for Justine. He rolled over onto his side in the downy softness of the makeshift bed. He moved one arm to reach for Justine where she'd been sleeping, the covers still held her scent (lemons and outdoors) but she was no where in sight. He set up slowly and popped the kinks out of his neck while he used his mind to search for her ki. When his search came up with nothing Piccolo got up to look around.
He felt a chill run down his spine even before he let himself admit the thing that was so obvious.
Tucked under his canteen he found a piece of folded note paper. Part of him didn't want to know what was in that note, yet he couldn't help but read it.
Dear Piccolo,
I don't blame you for not loving me. I understand that your life has been very heard and since you're a Namek this whole thing must be very strange.
Thank you so much for everything you have done for me.
Tell Dende and Mr. Popo not to worry, I'll go and see them soon. Take good care of Maia and the kids.
Please don't come looking for me. I'm sure I'll be fine. You taught me how to take good care of myself.
This is the best thing both of us.
Sincerely, Justine.
Piccolo felt like someone had just kicked him in the gut. He stared blankly at the note for a moment while reality set in, with it came anger. How dare she presume to know what was best for both of them. Did she think he plained to leave her alone after what had happened? Perhaps he wasn't the most upstanding guy around, but he did have some scruples.
In seconds he had taken his anger out on the surrounding landscape but it didn't make him feel much better. Justine was gone and his life would never be the same.
Quick note::Blush:: well this was my first lemon and as you can tell I'm not really into dirty sex scenes. I bet you didn't think they would ever get around to business did you wink well I'm just full of surprises.
I hope you liked it.
Later, Raven.