Thirty Six- Together

Trunks stretched as he walked through his hotel suite and to his room. It gave him the perfect view of North City, where he and Pan were staying for a week for vacation. His plans had been to rest for the night, but his girlfriend had other plans. She had heard there was a great dance club in the city, and since she had never properly been to a club, much less dancing, she wanted to go. And Trunks... well, he had a hard time telling her no- ever.

He checked his reflection in the mirror. He was dressed pretty causal, dark blue denim jeans and a nice, tight fitting black shirt. He wore a cap on his head to cover his hair since he honestly wanted to just enjoy the night with Pan and not have to worry about any tabloids.

The bathroom door creaked open and Trunks turned to look at Pan. His eyes widened when he saw her... She was wearing a black, deep v-neck, sleeveless dress, but that wasn't all. It was also backless and it had a high split that came almost all the way up to her hip bone! And the dark heels she was wearing with it...

Trunks swallowed hard, turning his mind from the gutter it was going to. But it was hard when your girlfriend was smoking hot and dressed up in something that left nothing to the imagination. He could see the creamy skin of the valley between her breasts and he wanted nothing more than to lick it. He wanted to mark all the pale skin that was shown on her ribs and down her back. And he wanted to run his hands up those smooth legs.

"Trunks?" Pan spoke softly, a small smile on her face.

Trunks cleared his throat and outstretched a hand towards her. "You look beautiful, Little One... Are you ready?"

Pan nodded excitedly as she held onto his hand tightly. She couldn't wait to dance with him! She saw how his eyes darkened when he saw her and it made her stomach tighten. He held her close as they walked down the halls of the hotel and the whole elevator ride seemed a little bit too stuffy. As they drove to the club, one of Trunks' hands rested on her bare thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze every so often that made shivers run down her spine.

They made it to the club and Trunks was able to get them inside within seconds. The music was loud, though it wasn't too bad on their sensitive ears. The beat bounced off the walls and Pan could feel it in the air. It made her even more excited.

Trunks watched her as she twirled around gracefully. Her dress flowed behind her and her hair swished as she laughed. He couldn't stop watching her, the way she moved to the beat of the music was incredibly sensual. Her eyes watched him as she moved too, always focused on him and no one else.

Dancing wasn't particularly Trunks' thing, but he did alright. He mostly just watched Pan as she enjoyed herself, but when she grabbed his arm and tugged on him to join her, he was under her control. And when the beat would speed up and she'd press her back against his chest he would grab her hips and push her against him as close as he could. The way she moved against him was unlawful. She knew what she was doing, too, Trunks could tell by the way she sent little winks and smirks to him.

Trunks had told himself that he could control himself. That he could let her have her fun and wait patiently until they got back to their hotel room, but his resolve was slowly fading. As the night continued he found it harder and harder to not take her away to some dark corner and do all the things to her that he knew would make her moan his name.

After dancing for a while, she excused herself to go to the bathroom and Trunks went to go get a drink.

"They are some beautiful ladies here tonight, huh?" He bartender told Trunks.

He glanced up at the man, who smirked. Trunks was thankful he was wearing something that didn't shout attention to him and just gave a small nod. Yeah, there were some cute girls there but none of them held a candle to Pan. She was all his eyes wanted to see.

"Like that one there," the bartender tilted his head slightly and Trunks looked to see who he was motioning to.

His blood boiled at what he saw and his eyes narrowed into slits. There was Pan, her cheeks still flushed from dancing and she was trying her best to get herself around a group of three men. All three of them seemed to be trying their best to flirt with her. The music was still pulsing through the room so Trunks couldn't be for sure but by the way Pan was smiling awkwardly and waving her hand was a obvious sign that she was trying her best to leave.

"Poor girl, she's probably gonna be surrounded by creeps all night," the bartender shook his head.

Trunks slammed his drink on the bar, causing it to break and the bartender gasped in surprise. "Like hell she'll be," Trunks seethed. He threw a stash of money on the counter without much thought. It would be enough to pay for the broken glass and to buy several more.

Stalking up to the group, Trunks could hear the men's sultry compliments and honestly it made him livid. He clenched his fist and tensed his jaw to stop himself from pouncing on them and beating the shit out of them. Instead, he grabbed two by the shoulder and pushed them apart roughly before walking through them.

"Hey man!" One of them barked as Trunks stepped up to Pan. She looked up at him with dark eyes and seemed a little embarrassed for him to have to come save her.

"Dude, we found her first," one of the guys said and Trunks turned his head to give them all a dark glare. They gulped at the sight... something wasn't right with him and they could all feel it.

"She is my girlfriend," Trunks told them as calmly as he could. "So if you don't-" before he could even finish the threat, the men were gone.

"Wow..." Pan awed as she looked up at him with a grin. "I think you had them all-"

She was cut off by Trunks grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her close as his lips found hers. She leaned against him instantly, sighing into his mouth and parting her lips as his tongue demanded entrance. His free hand grabbed her hip, pressing her against him before it slowly wandered lower to the split of her dress. His finger brushed the side of her thigh as his lips traced kisses from her lips to her neck.

Pan gasped as he nibbled and sucked on her neck. His hand that had been holding her neck had wrapped around her waist, holding her up since her knees had become like jello. The fingers that were brushing the side of her thighs traced around slowly before brushing the inside of her thigh. Pan gasped, her knees wobbled even more then they already were. Discreetly, but quickly, Trunks lifted a finger and slid it across Pan's clothed slit.

Pan's hands that had been resting on Trunks' back, clutched him as something in her jolted. All she could focus on was him and her desire for him.

Trunks pulled away from her and she whined. He groaned, "don't whine so adorably like that. You'll make me want to take you right here," he told her lowly, sending a shiver down her back.

That's when Pan realized that they were still at the club! She glanced around with flaming cheeks, but relief found her when she saw that most people were too busy dancing, grinding and making out themselves to pay them any attention.

"So Princess," Trunks spoke, gaining her attention. "Would you like to dance more or shall we go back?" His voice darkened at the last suggestion, his eyes flashing slightly.

Pan's heart thumped in her chest and her stomach swirled as she reached down for his hand. "Let's go back..."

They were rushing out the club's door before she even finished the sentence. Trunks picked her up as soon as they left, and she was a little more than surprised until he shot into the air... Flying was so much faster than driving though city traffic, anyways. He landed on the hotel's balcony just a minute later. Thankfully he had left it unlocked earlier.

The door had barely clicked shut before they were kissing again. Trunks' hands found Pan's back and they felt like a hot iron searing her skin as he moved them up and down. Pan grabbed his shirt and slowly began to untuck it. Her fingers traced his sides and he tensed, his breath coming out short and rough.

"Little One..." his eyes found hers. She looked like a beautiful mess. Her hair, thanks to dancing and his hands were a mess. Her lips were red and plush and so tempting to kiss once again.

"If you're going to ask if I'm going to stop you this time," she whisper, "the answer is no... I want you, Trunks..."

He glanced down at her, a slow smile stretching across his lips and she smiled back at him. "Don't tell me you're gonna make me beg..." she teased.

Trunks smirked at that, "that sounds tempting, I'll have to keep that in mind for later," he told her lowly as he leaned down to kiss her.