They stumbled into his apartment door and he fumbled with his keys to open the door. He hadn't done this before, giggling like teenagers, stumbling about. But Pan had literally attacked him when he parked the car and they had already had a hot and heavy petting session in his car to the point that his windows fogged and the security guard had tapped his flashlight to Trunks' window. And one would think they would have died down due to the embarrassment, but instead, it was like fuel on a fire. He made sure to take her into the one private elevator that was run by a lift boy and once there, Trunks had lifted her up against the elevator doors, pinning her there as they made out, completely ignoring the young man who was blushing madly at the sight of them.
And then the doors had opened and they crumpled out and rushed his apartment door. Trunks cupped her jawline as the door finally opened and she stumbled for a moment as he pressed her into his home. Until his hand caught the back of her head and pulled her back up to kiss him. She moaned up into his mouth and her hands fumbled with the sash of her skirt before it fell to the floor. Trunks' eyes widened at the sight of her not wearing any undergarments, her thighs already sticky with her wetness. He propped her up onto the hallway table and rolled his hips down onto hers. His hardness rubbed her lips through his clothes and as he continued to move against her, he undressed. He pulled away his tie, his coat, and made short work of his dress shirt and his mouth almost drooled when she lazily traced her fingers to her womanhood.
She touched herself before him, pulling her legs back so that he could watch and he pulled at his belt and then his pants were suddenly gone. He leaned in, and her foot rose, smacking him against his chest, holding him back. He looked at her, stared down at her and he felt his heart begin to pound when she whispered, "Please…your bed…"
He pressed his lips tightly together and caught her around her waist and her eyes widened when he easily lifted her up and over his shoulder and quickly made his way to his bed. "Anything else?" With wide eyes she shook her head and he growled, "Good." She hooked her arms over his shoulders as he lowered himself down to her and she softly asked, "What is it?" He paused above her and knew then, she knew something was wrong, well, not wrong, but amiss.
"Don't wear that suit," he said. Her eyes widened and he pulled back, his face flushed. Her eyes turned sly, she leaned up and kissed his lips before she eased back and joked with him. "Was it too much of a turn on?" And he silenced her by entering her, pulling her legs up around his hips and he pinned her there. Her head fell back and he said lowly, "You have no idea, how much I wanted to take you right then and there…" Her laughed slowly fell past his ear and her words were like music to his ears, "Why don't you show me?"
He looked at her and she knew he had something to say. "What?" He took in a sharp breath and asked, "Did you see anyone?" Her eyes blinked at him, did he really have to choose to ask that now? While he was hard, resting deep inside of her. She covered her face with her hands and shook her head, "No, " she muffled out and then she crept her fingers open and asked, "You?" He pulled out of her and flipped her over, hauling her up onto her hands and knees. "Bare down," he forewarned. That wasn't an answer, but she braced herself, as he suddenly thrust himself so hard forward it knocked the breath out of her, "no…I wanted to do this to you." Her hands caught handfuls of his sheets and he lay no mercy upon her.
PAN woke up and this time she was curled around him, cuddling with him, her leg thrown over him while his head was resting upon her breasts, his arms lazily around her. He wasn't holding her and yet, she felt as if he were her protection. She carefully slipped out from underneath him and hoped he wouldn't wake, because she suddenly realized…she was too comfortable with him.
She cradled her head in her hands as she sat at the edge of the bed and then she looked up and felt them. The first tears began to fall and then, he rustled in the bed, his hand touched hers and she made the mistake of looking back at him as her first tears fell. Trunks saw her distress and was abruptly awake. He sat up swiftly and touched her face.
"What is it?" he whispered. She shook her head, wiping away the tears that had betrayed her. They were all she could afford to allow to fall. She moved her hand away from his and said softly, "You care." His eyes widened. Those two words were not much, but he knew what she meant by them. He sat up and cupped her face and she shook her head.
"I need to go," she said, "today is Saturday. I need to go to grandma's." And with those words she rose and dressed herself quickly and left. She took to his balcony, she couldn't afford to be seen by anyone in the lobby. She knew they had already caused a scene the night before. She flew off and when she made it to her home she felt her thoughts consume her.
He had waited a week, a whole week, to be with her again. He hadn't been with anyone since they had first hooked up, at least from what she could tell, he hadn't. And besides her one little escapade she had not made time for any other man, or woman for that matter. She eased into her home, and showered herself before she dressed in a sports bra and leggings, before slipping a shirt up and over her head. She grabbed a hat on her way out, with her tote bag and stepped outside once more. She stretched up onto her tip toes and sighed with a bright smile before she made her way towards her parents' home.
She jumped then, and flew up, enjoying the wind on her face. She held onto her hat and took off, within moments she felt her feet touch the ground beneath her and she walked up the small path leading to her parents' house. She knocked, her brow furrowed as she heard fumbling and then finally the door opened, revealing her mother. "Oh, honey!" Videl's hair was frazzled as she fixed her clothes and Pan blushed madly, "Uh, eh, I'll just, go see grandma…" And she stiffly turned away and Videl reached for her, until another hand pulled her back into the house. Videl felt her husband push her back against the door and tried pushing him off. Her arched brow, eyed him. "Gohan, our daughter-" He touched his wife so lovingly she shuddered in pleasure. "Knows she interrupted something, come 'ere," he murmured before he pulled her up and kissed her.
Pan knocked on the next door and when it opened to her grandfather she heaved out a sigh of relief. He smiled for her and pulled her in for a hug. If he knew what was going on next door he pretended to not notice and for that she was thankful. She held him and he pulled her inside. "Pan!" Chichi exclaimed as she wiped her hands off and pulled herself from the kitchen where she was busy making breakfast. "You're just in time for food," she said as she too hugged her. Pan winced at the tightness of the hug, but nevertheless smiled for her grandmother. Her grandparents always greeted her like this, hearty hugs, and welcoming smiles. Even though she saw them every weekend, they never changed. Chichi smiled for her and cupped her face, "Well, your mother called a sec ago, they're running a little late coming over. Couldn't imagine why though." She turned away and Pan felt a blush creep up her face while Goku squeezed her shoulder, reassuring her. Yes, he knew what was going on, but chose to stay oblivious. She felt her chest tighten and he said ever so softly, "You didn't come home last night."
She looked at him and he chuckled at her. "Hope you're doing well with him." She gulped as he walked past her. Him. Did he even know who him was? She felt frantic. Of course he knew! Her father knew, then by default grandpa had to know too right? She brought her hands up to cover her face as she thought. Everyone knew!
All Except Bulma, her mother, and Grandma Chichi….maybe Goten, no, definitely Goten. He was too wrapped up with Bura to really notice anything. And she thought about it, this was the sixth week this was carrying on. She couldn't keep Trunks a secret for much longer. And for the time being she was thankful that her father hadn't harassed her. She threw herself up and then her thoughts stopped as her back cracked. "AGk!?" she fell to the floor to her knees and held herself up by her hands.
Goku rushed to her and she raised a flat hand, stopping him. "I'm…ah, fine," she reasoned. But he didn't listen to her and instead his strong arms caught her around her middle and she winced as he stood her up right. He wrapped his arms around her, clasping his hands just below her shoulder blades before Chichi said, "Goku, don't that hurts people-"
Too late. He jutted his hands towards his torso, pressing Pan tightly against him and her eyes went wide in pain, but her back suddenly felt at ease. No straining and he slipped her away from him. "Better?" Pan twisted and turned and nodded. "Actually, yeah…" He nodded. "Good, let's eat."