The small group that was in Trunks's home hooted and hollered with laughter while they drank and were merry. "Shit," he cursed as he smacked his hand of cards down. Bura threw her arms up in victory. "Yes! I win again!" Trunks ran his hands through his hair and said, "I'm taking a break." Bura nodded and said, "Well, I need another drink so I'll take one too." Goten sighed, he was losing in the negative, while Marron was too, and Pan was holding onto her points rather well neither losing nor gaining.

Pan watched Trunks pull a cigarette out of his suit jacket that was handing upon the back of his chair and he escaped outside. She looked up and found Bura mixing more drinks and she took her chance then to follow after Trunks. She walked out to the balcony and found Trunk leaning over the railing. She smiled as she came up behind him and flirtatiously hooked her arms around his waist. He stiffened and turned in her arms, pulling them off of him. "What are you doing?" he groused. Her head tilted to one side and she asked, "Are you upset with us?" He looked at her, as if she was beneath him. Holding her hands away from him he paused to pull them together, and finally dropped them. "Just leave it alone," he murmured.

"Do we need to leave?" He shook his head, taking a long drag, "No. It's fine. After all it is your birthday." She eyed him. He was acting like his father, a spoiled prince. She floated up to him, giving herself height against him. She smiled at him while he eyed her. "You're just pissy you didn't get a piece of ass hmm?" His eyes widened at her blunt words. He merely arched a brow. And she crossed her arms across her chest. "Come on, she didn't even kiss you goodnight," she reasoned. His eyes widened and her smile curled at her lips. She eased back down to her feet and tapped a finger under his chin. She licked her lips and said, "You really think you're the only one who has to 'plan' lovers? Any of us know that normal people don't have our endurance." He caught her hand and whispered lowly, "You mean like you and my sister?"

He did not like being toyed with. She arched a brow and slipped her hand out of his grasp. His eyes watched her closely. Had Bura told her that he had multiple partners? No. His sister knew he enjoyed his privacy, so then, did that make Pan a woman who had lovers? She smiled wistfully at him and said, "Your sister and I have nothing going on besides something in college," she reasoned, "Look, I'm going back inside to play cards, but if you're up for it I will stay after they leave and we can have some fun?" He merely gaped at her and she said, "Just think about it."

And Pan walked back into his home and took a seat next to Bura, leaning over and kissing her cheek. "Who's turn is it?" she asked. He flicked his cigarette away and eased in after her. He took a seat at the opposite end of the table and merely watched them drink and play. He noticed then that Pan wasn't drinking and he asked. "Do you not drink?" His sister, who was a few drinks in, giggled. "Of course not. Pan is a goody goody two shoes!" she laughed. Pan eyed her best friend and then Marron joined in too. "Pan gets too frisky when she drinks!" she laughed and he looked at Pan.

She was merely sitting there, blushing madly, and he knew then not to take her offer seriously. She was not that kind of girl. And round by round, game by game, card draw by card draw, the group finally called it quits around one a.m. and one by one they left his home. All, except Pan, who excused she needed to use the bathroom before she left. But when the front door shut, she looked at Trunks and asked, "Have you thought about it?" He looked at her. His eyes were tired. His drinking had worn off and now he sat at the table, his eyes tired, but curious. She smiled at him as she eased over to him and stood just to the left of the table. Her hand reached out for her to lean against the tabletop and when he did not respond to her she arched a brow and nodded. "Well, I'll be leaving."

His hand caught her though, pulling her to sit in his lap. "You shouldn't tease men like that," he said. Her eyes had widened at his actions to keep her there and she tilted her head to one side. Before she surprised him by slipping her leg up and over his head, letting herself straddle him. Trunks froze and she easily said, "Trunks you're a very attractive man, with stamina, and with, what I must say are gorgeous eyes. You really think I would tease someone like you?" He had no words and she leaned into his height and her lips brushed his. She leaned back and he merely felt as if the whole situation wasn't really happening, she set her forearms back onto the table behind her. "This is not awkward for you?" he asked. Pan looked at him and frowned for a moment before she said, "Is it supposed to be?" He merely shrugged, and said, "Well, I just thought-"

"Trunks I'm powerful enough to break a man," she reasoned as she went to untie the sash of her dress. His hand caught hers, stopping her. "But, you will be okay doing this?" Her head tilted to one side. "Having sex? Yes," she said easily. And she rose off of him, standing between him and the table. And his breath left him as she dropped her dress to her feet. She stood before him in a matching, navy blue, lace thong and bra set. It contrasted beautifully with her fair skin and he went to rise, to walk away, but she stopped him. She tapped the heel of her hand into his forehead knocking him back, into the chair behind him. "I need to know one thing," she said and he slowly said, "Anything." She asked, "Are you willing to do this with me? Am I okay for you?" His eyes shifted then to look into hers, because he had been preoccupied with staring at her perky petite breasts. "Yes," he said. There. Done. He was done for, so screw it. And he felt his heart stop when her hands ran up and underneath his shirt and her eyes held a mischievous look. He felt his heart start racing once more when she bit into her bottom and her hands pulled from his body and she ripped his shirt clean open. He let out a small breath well, that, was a turn on. She wasn't afraid of being rough with him. And her hands were making easy work of his belt and she whipped it off of him with a small smile.

She giggled at him, and asked, "Are you okay?" He merely stared at her. "I…well, I don't really know what to say," he reasoned. Another round of laughter poured out of her and she brought the belt up and swung it up over her head. "Well, good thing is, you don't have to say much." And she tossed the belt. She straddled him and then reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She sat upon him with that crooked grin and with one arm, covered her breasts from his view before she caught one of his hands and pulled it up to touch her. Only then did she left the lace garment aside as his other hand rose to cup her breasts. Her eyes never left his as she whispered, "Please." He merely stared at her, while his hands gently touched her breasts. And Pan laughed, "What? Never seen a pair of boobs before?" She teased. And then, the tension finally hit, when his hand touched her waist and his thumb traced one of the many delicate scars that flecked her body. It lay, just below her left breast and the gentle touch sent her heart racing. Pan stiffened under his touch when he said, "I didn't know you have so many scars."

And then. She turned beet red and her hand covered his, pulling it from the scar. She gulped as she felt herself become nervous. She looked upon him and gone was his smile that could have seduced any woman, instead, in his eyes concern and upon his face curiosity. "Pan," he began and she nervously laughed. She did not expect to have him notice her scars, the ones that she had received from various fights and minor battles. She had lost her seductress look and his eyes watched as she covered her breasts, growing bashful right before him. And he could feel her pull away. She leaned back to ease off of him, but his large, warm hands cupped her thighs and kept her there. His hands kneaded into the flesh he found and Pan froze, knowing he could keep her there.

"Was that too personal?" he asked. "Yes, very," she said softly. Trunks shifted his hips underneath hers, he took his next move cautiously. "What would you like?" he asked. "You to take control," she said truthfully. But when she was the one who leaned in and kissed him, he thought otherwise, he almost wanted it to be her who took the lead. Kami above, her lips...her kiss. It was a kiss that caused him to grab fistfuls of her hair and he loosened his hold on her hair and grasped her tucked in waist and picked her up. Pan shuddered at the feel of her bare ass touching the cool table top behind her, while her hands were busy unbuttoning his pants. He kissed her as if he was a man thirsting for water and her hands came up to trace his face while her foot caught the waistband of his pants and expertly kicked them off of him. She gasped when his hand came up to pluck at her breast and he stepped out of his pants, leaving them both nude except for their underwear. And Pan thought, it had been months, almost half a year since she had taken a lover and now, she was going to sleep with a man she had known her entire life. He suckled her bottom lip before trailing off her mouth and attacking the thin flesh at the throat. Dear Kami, she felt as if she were experiencing sex all over again. Her body covered itself in good pimples and she shivered.

She could feel the pads of his fingers nudge the edge of her panties aside so that he could touch her directly. His fingers gently slipped along her nether lips and he chuckled, "I can hear how wet you are." And he was smug with himself, until he remembered who she was. She was Gohan's daughter, and he wondered, did he have this effect on her before? He lifted his head, easing his touch away, to look at her and before he could stop his words he asked, "Are you okay?" She licked her lips and her hand touched his and she demanded, "Do not stop." And he applied more pressure, her fingers next to his, guiding him. He took her hand with his other and pinned it above her against the table. "I don't need your help," he groused before he massaged the pearl of sensitive nerves with his thumb while his digits penetrated her. She saw his eyes were focused, but concerned, and then she felt his finger curl inside of her, touching that spot. Her head felt back while her back arched and Trunks leaned in and suckled at her neck once more. And then his touch softened, she almost whimpered. But he nipped at her neck then trailed his mouth lower, swirling his tongue into her belly button, before he nuzzled his face into her still silk covered womanhood. His fingers pressed deeper and she begged, "Ah, Trunks, I'm g-"

"Nope," he murmured as he pulled his fingers away. And then, his fingers caught the edge of her panties and slicked them off of her in one fluid-like motion. And then his mouth latched onto where his fingers had just been touching. Pan's voice got caught in her throat. Trunks had far more experience than any other man she'd been with. And her hands rose to grasp handfuls of his hair. Her fingers traced his hair and he felt a smile curl his lips as one of her hands hooked onto the edge of the table and the wooden began to splinter. He knew she was close to her climax. Usually the women he enjoyed had already enjoyed this, so many times, they were there to meet up with him. He used them in times of need or when he was stressed, it was rare now that he spent time with a woman because he was lonely. He didn't have time to be lonely. But he did have the basic sense of need of a woman.

But was Pan a woman? And then her fingers cracked into his table.

So much for the table.