PAN heaved in a heavy sigh and let it out in a rush. Working all day outside was exhausting and she wiped the sweat from her brow as she walked into her bedroom and threw on the water to the shower. She walked into the showering water, clothes and all and relished the coolness against her hot damp skin. She peeled her shirt off of her and it slopped to the floor before she pulled off her spandex leggings and eased her sports bra up and over her head, letting the clothes join the others on the floor.
She braced herself against the tiled wall and sighed as she cleaned herself, shampooed her hair, and then ran cream rinse through it. The shower was quick, but it was just to rinse off her activities of the day. She pulled a large towel off the rack and wrapped herself up in it before she tucked the corner into her breasts and stretched as she stepped out of the standalone shower. She walked out into her kitchen and opened the fridge to pull out a water bottle and when she closed it, her skin nearly jumped off of her at the sight of Trunks standing just behind the door. "AHHH!" she dropped the bottle, and her fist came into his face without a second thought, Trunks felt her fist crush his cheek and he doubled over not expecting the attack.
He had lowered his ki to surprise her, but had just done the complete opposite. Blood seeped from his nose and he held it, wincing. "Trunks….Trunks?!" she exclaimed. "What're you, why are you, where did you come from?!" He gargled out an answer, but through the blood she couldn't understand him. She sighed and pulled her towel up to pinch his nose, knocking his head back to stop the bleeding. "You cannot just come into my home whenever you like!" she snapped. "Why?" he asked, confused. She gaped at him, "You, well, at least let me know if you're coming. You scared me."
"I can tell," he groused. The towel slipped from her and he felt his blood pressure rise at the sight of her dewy soft skin and her standing in front of him nude. Sure, he'd seen her plenty of times by now, but with how she was tending to him, he felt his groin tighten. She shook her head and reasoned, "Stay here, lemmie get dressed." He arched a brow and when he went to follow her, her hand smacked back against his forehead. "No, you stay mister."
And inconveniently his phone rang. He eased it out of his pocket and inwardly sighed. Another woman. He answered it.
PAN pulled a tank top over her head and pulled it straight as she buttoned her jeans and walked back out to her kitchen. Her eyes saw him with his head still knocked back, holding the towel before he finally pulled it away and groused out something. He was on the phone when she got back. "No, I'm busy at the moment, I cannot come and see you." Her eyes widened and then she remained just at enough distance that she was allowing him his time on the phone, which was odd, because this was her house. Not his. And for some reason it irked her that he would take a phone call while in her home.
He set the phone aside, finishing the conversation and his hand rose to touch his nose and he roughly sighed seeing blood was still dripping. "I told you to keep the towel on your face," she groused as she made her reappearance. She grasped the towel and shoved it back at his face. "If you had plans why are you here?"
He was irritable from the phone call and he snapped back at her. He snapped, taking his anger out of her, "If you hadn't have broken my nose I would have had to cancel." Her eyes narrowed and she pinched his nose and he winced, "AH!" She shoved his face back and said, "Good thing, it's not broken." She stepped away from him as he held his face and his eyes went wide when she hopped up onto her counter, eyeing him. "Well, you can leave now," she reasoned, "I wouldn't be holding you up."
What brought on her foul mood? He hadn't hit her in the face! "What is up your ass?" he growled and she retorted, "You came here uninvited!" she yelled. It was an excuse, actually she had been happy he was here. After working hard labor all day, she had been ecstatic that he was here to surprise her, he had just frightened her. "And you know I like my privacy," she added. He arched a brow, tossed the towel to the sink and bit back, "Why is your privacy so important? I've known you for years, if we were sleeping together you would be so uptight, would you?" he asked and she snapped at him, "Look I went long enough without it and yes, sleeping with you changes things!"
She crossed her arms across her chest and he arched his brow and brought up a touchy subject. "I'm guessing he gave you no privacy during your marriage?" Her eyes went wide. Sure, everyone had known she had gotten married, to a man she had assumed would've been her high school sweetheart, but once married, things changed. She merely eyed him and said, "I don't think I bring up your past lovers, please don't bring up mine." And he took it a step further, "But did he really love you?" She rolled her shoulders and bit back, "Like you love any of the women you've ever been with?!" She moved away from him and went to her bedroom and as she went to shut the door, he stopped her and eased into the room. She knew then she had made a mistake ever allowing him into her room.
He moved to her and cupped her face, pulling it up, as she protested, he trapped her and kissed her. He kissed her until all the rigidness left her spine and she molded into him once more. He backed her into her bed and followed after her as he caressed her neck and massaged her shoulders. Pan sighed, it always ended with sex, but that was the agreement. She eased further back onto the bed as his hands slipped her pants away and he kissed her thigh, her knee, and laid over her. She was vulnerable. And he was different then. He was trying to be gentle, and she didn't want that, it made her feel more sensitive to his actions. He caught handfuls of her hair and kissed her neck, her chin, the apple of her cheek. He was luring her, she knew it. His lips traced the shell of her ear. "Let me just make love to you," he whispered. And he said the words that made her freeze. She stiffened beneath him and once more, just like before, her hands pressed into his chest and his brow furrowed. He eased back onto his heels and knees and watched as she sat quickly up and got off the bed. His wide eyes watched as she caught up her pants and she looked at him.
"I don't need a man to make love to me," she excused, then added, "I'm not one of those women you're with that needs to hear that." She turned away and he caught her hand, stopping her. He watched her closely as he said, "But you're acting like you need to hear that now." She gulped and pulled her hand away and shook her head. "I made a decision a long time ago that I would be alone, I don't need a man to love me, and I sure as hell don't need a man to pretend like he loves me." His eyes went wider and with that she eased back into her pants and left the room. The moment was gone. The mood ruined by his mouth and he sighed and rubbed his face before he stood up and took his shirt up and pulled it back on.
He rose from the bed and found her staring out the kitchen window, her arms crossed, her sour mood back on her face. He turned to the door and easily left. He was not hurt, he was not upset, instead, he almost felt indifferent about the whole thing. After all, he had come to her home without invitation and he had never extended the invitation for her to come to his home since her birthday that was nearly six, no seven weeks ago now. He looked at his watch. Had it really already been that long?
But he didn't know how to fix what had just happened. They both had attacked one another about love. And really, was it true? Did he really have no inkling as to what real love was? But he knew he had some clue, he knew he loved Pan, but he loved her before anything physical had happened between them. Surely she recognized that too, maybe that was why she was being so short with him?
He came up behind her, kissed her head, and kissed her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and asked, "Do you want me to leave?" He felt her breath underneath him and Pan felt her lips part to say, "I can't have this, you can't say that, it isn't fair to me." He scoffed and pulled away from her. She turned to him, watching him as he ran his hands through his hair and he crudely asked, "So, you do want me to make love to you, but you don't want me to say that because it's unfair to you. Why?" Her hand rose to touch her chest, just above where her heart lay. "Because I am still only a woman…because I don't want to be one of your women anymore..." His eyes widened and he sighed out his next retort. He brought his hands down and dropped them at his sides. This was too deep. Too personal. He nodded. "I need to go," he said and she nodded in return. She was wringing her hands together and he turned to her front door, took a few steps and heard her walk after him, to see him leave.
She watched him go and couldn't bring herself to stop him. She needed a little bit of time away from him, and her mood kept changing. She knew it was time for her cycle to start, after all, she usually did get moody the week before. She sighed and he didn't look at her as he pulled out of her drive and tore away from her home. She sighed and shut her door. She needed to stay away from him, she now understood why a woman would fall head over heels for him.