WARNING- THIS WHOLE CHAPTER IS RATED M!

12- Skin on Fire

Trunks yawned as he rubbed his eyes and walked out of his room. It was nearing five in the afternoon, and he had just woken up from an accidental nap.

It had been nearly two weeks since he had moved out of Brief Manor and into his own place. It was a Penthouse on the eastern side of West City. It had a beautiful view of the city.

Trunks had been used to living by himself for the five years he was gone, although he had enjoyed being back home again for a while. And since moving in, he hadn't been that alone. Pan came over almost daily, and so did Goten.

A familiar beep sounded across the room as Trunks passed through the living room, and he turned to see Pan rush in, a golden bag in her hand. "What time is it?" She asked.

Trunks furrowed his brows, "it was nearing five the last time I checked."

"Good! I'm super early!"

"Super early for what?" Trunks asked curiously, but he didn't receive an answer as Pan jumped up and wrapped her arms around him before planting a kiss on his lips. It was a surprise, but it was a very nice surprise. One that Trunks definitely enjoyed, and he wrapped an arm around her as he kissed her back.

Pan pulled away and smiled, "happy birthday."

Trunks blinked his eyes slowly. Was it November 16th already?

"Don't tell me you forgot your own birthday!" Pan gasped at him.

He just gave her a sheepish shrug and kissed her again. She pulled away too soon for his liking, and he whined.

"Here," she held out the bag to him with a grin. "Your present."

Trunks took the bag with a smile and opened it. Inside was a small box, and he opened it carefully and saw a new smartwatch in it. It was one of the latest models, too, one he had meant to get for a while since his old one broke, but he never did. The watch's screen came on, and a picture of Pan blowing him a kiss lit up the screen.

"I love it," Trunks grinned. "Thank you," he put it on quickly, admiring the screen several more times. He already had to force himself not to stare at her picture while he was at work. He really wasn't going to get any work done now.

Pan smiled at him and pecked his lips before she headed towards the kitchen. "Everyone will be here soon. Gohan and Marron's bringing pizza."

"What? Why?" Trunks pouted as he followed her. He loved his friends, but celebrating his birthday with just Pan sounded nice.

"It's your first birthday since you've been back," Pan said as she took off her coat and placed it on the back of a chair. "They want to celebrate with you."

Trunks' eyes widened as he took in what she was wearing. She had on black leggings and an oversized grey sweatshirt. A sweatshirt that belonged to Trunks and one that she must have snatched from him. He swallowed hard, noticing that the collar was oversized and hung off one of her shoulders. He didn't see a bra strap, and his pulse quickened at the thought of her not wearing one.

Pan had her back to him as she tended to a plant on his counter- one she had brought over, and Trunks knew that before long, his penthouse would be full of plants. He didn't care, though, as long as Pan was happy.

Trunks walked over to her wrapped his arms around her middle. His lips found her bare shoulder, and he could feel her shiver under his touch. "Can't you tell everyone that the plans are canceled?" He asked.

"You honestly expect Bulla and your mother not to come?" Pan asked in a whisper.

Trunks frowned. She was right, of course. When his mother and sister had something planned, they went through with it and would barge in no matter what. He let out a small huff. If he didn't have much time, then he'd make the most of it.

Trunks kissed Pan's neck. It was warm and soft, as it always was. He heard her suck in a breath, a shiver of delight running through her. He had found out quickly that her neck was a weak spot of hers, and he loved it. Her scent was strong there, of florals and sweets. He nipped at the point where her neck and shoulder met, and she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder.

"Trunks-" Pan whispered breathlessly as his hands ran up her tights and underneath the sweatshirt of his she had on. "Everyone will be here soon-" she broke off with a moan as he sucked on her neck, right under her jaw.

Pan's stomach was hot. She was trembling as he ran his hands over her smooth body, and Trunks could feel his heart pounding against his chest. He was sure she could feel it too, with her back pressed up against him.

"You walked in wearing one of my shirts hanging off of your shoulder, and you expect me not to react?" Trunks whispered. "I'm going crazy," he kissed behind her ear.

Pan shuddered out a gasp as Trunks' hands ran up her frame to her breasts. She was wearing a bra. It was a strapless one, and Trunks wondered what it looked like since it felt almost silky. He didn't spend much time handling it, though, before he pushed it down so he could touch Pan more.

Trunks could feel Pan squirming against him as he grabbed her breast. They were as smooth as the rest of her, and her nipples hardened at his touch. He could hear her gasps and moans, and it was becoming too much. He wanted to see her face - he had to see her face.

Trunks removed his hands from inside the sweatshirt and spun Pan around. Her cheeks were red, her chest flushed, and her shoulder red from his marks. He shuddered at the dazed expression on her face, her lips slightly parted.

"I love you," Trunks confessed. He had said it before, and it meant it every time, just as he did now.

Pan opened her mouth like she was about to speak, and Trunks wondered if she was about to tell him they needed to stop before the others got there. Maybe they should stop since he didn't know how much more he could take.

Instead of speaking, though, Pan grabbed the front of Trunks' shirt and pulled him down until his lips were on hers. Trunks responded immediately, his hands gripping her hips and lifting her, so she was sitting on the counter. Her arms were around his neck, pressing him close as he stepped in between her legs.

A blazing heat was stirring up between them, one that would soon be impossible to put out. Trunks tried to remind himself that his family and hers were coming over- that they couldn't get too carried away, but he was finding it impossible to think of anything but Pan.

Trunks' hands slipped back under Pan's shirt. Her body reacted to his touch in a way that whispered for him to continue. Pan's fingers were tangling into his hair, her kisses soft with the sounds of her moans.

"Trunks-" the way she said his name made his shudder. "Do you remember what you told me you wanted for your birthday?"

"The anytime, anywhere dates?" He asked hoarsely. They had already had two of them. He was saving the other three for something special.

Pan breathed, her body shaking as his hand traced the curve of her hips. "Do you remember what I thought you meant?" She whispered thickly.

Trunks felt himself choking. She thought he meant her- her body.

"Do you still want me like that?" Pan whispered.

Trunks' throat tightened; his blood was boiling. "Of course I do," he told her truthfully. "As if I could ever stop wanting you, in any kind of way."

Their gazes held each other's, the drums of their hearts was like an electric buzz around them.

BANG!

"We're here!" Bulla's voice echoed through the penthouse.

Pan jumped. A strangled gasp escaped her lips. She jumped off of the counter and slid under Trunks' arm before she ran towards the bathroom, most likely to fix her bra and hair. Trunks let out a heavy sigh as he stared after her. He closed his eyes and counted to ten slowly as he imagined a cold bucket of water being poured over him.

He only got to eight when he heard Bulla's voice, "what are you doing?"

"Trying to imagine that you're gone," Trunks muttered as he opened his eyes. He still felt warm, but at least he seemed to be calming down.

Bulla raised an eyebrow, one that said she suspected what had happened before they entered, but Trunks kept his face calm. "Where's Pan?"

"Bathroom, probably," Trunks said. That, or his bedroom. He honestly wasn't sure which one she ran into.

"Oh, my stars!" Bulla all but cackled before she took off in the direction Pan had.

Trunks felt his eye twitch as he watched her go.

"Hey, Birthday Boy!" Goten snickered as he walked into the kitchen. "Where did Panny and Bulla go?" He raised an eyebrow.

Trunks threw his head back and let out a sigh. "I don't know," he muttered. "Where's the food?" He stomped towards the living room. "I'm starving," he muttered.

"He does this to aggravate me, doesn't he?!" Pan huffed as she picked up the jade plant from the desk.

Kaoru Hata, Trunks' secretary, let out an amused laugh. She looked like she was in her early thirties, and Pan had liked her from the moment she met her. Kaoru had always been nice to her.

"I'm afraid so," Kaoru admitted. "Yesterday, when he moved it, he said, 'watch, she'll storm in here tomorrow and notice it right away.'"

Pan let out a huff and shook her head before moving the plant over to the south side windowsill where it was supposed to be. "And he wants me to bring more plants up here," she snorted. "Why? So he can move them around and bug me?" She huffed.

"Mr. Brief does seem very fond of pestering you," Kaoru commented in amusement. "But don't worry, I only allow him to move that one-" she motioned to the jade plant. "I threaten to call you if he tries to mess with the others."

Pan laughed as she leaned against Kaoru's desk. "Thanks! How do you put up with him?" She teased.

"He pays my bills," Kaoru laughed. "How do you put up with him?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Well," Pan grinned, "Trunks has a nice butt and-"

"Excuse me," a crisp, deep voice cut in through Pan and Kaoru's laughter. "I do not think that is the proper way to speak of your CEO-"

Pan turned around suddenly and narrowed her eyes at the eavesdropper. He was a tall man with graying hair and dark eyes. His eyes widened as he spotted Pan, and she saw him look her up and down. She was wearing a tight-fitting dark red sweater dress and thigh-high black boots that laced up. It fit her perfectly, showing all her curves. She knew she looked good, which was why she was wearing it to visit Trunks.

As if on cue, the doors to Trunks' office opened, and Pan heard him walk out with a few other people. He had been in a meeting, which was why Pan had been huffing her complaints about him to Kaoru.

Pan turned to look at Trunks, and she grinned as she saw his blue eyes darken as he looked her over. He reached for her instantly, his hand sliding across her back and wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Oh," Trunks said, spotting the man who had moments ago scolded Pan. "Mr. Oba. Is something wrong?"

Mr. Oba blinked as if coming out of a daze. "You're not an employee," he mumbled to Pan.

"Nope, I'm not," Pan said with a smirk.

"Oh," Mr. Oba's eyes widened in surprise. He must have figured out who she was by now. "I apologize."

Trunks' brows furrowed, "apologize for what?"

"He heard me talking about your butt and thought you were my boss," Pan snickered.

Trunks' eyes widened for a second before he laughed and shook his head. "Sorry, Mr. Oba, as you can tell, she's a handful, but me being her boss is laughable. This woman is more stubborn than my mother."

"Says the man who refused to let me buy my own flower shop," Pan muttered.

Trunks just sent her a smirk that made her cheeks grow warm. She gave his cheek a peck before she headed to his office so he could see what Mr. Oba wanted.

Since the first time Pan had seen Trunks' office, it had become decorative. The shelves were the perfect spot for part of his capsule collection. He also had awards and pictures of his family on them. His window sill had the lavender plant she had brought to him not too long after they started dating, and he took very good care of it.

Pan smiled as she walked around his large desk and saw its cluttered top. Trunks claimed that it was messily organized. He knew where everything was- even if it looked like a mess. He had a few pictures on his desk, and all of them were of her. Pan felt herself smiling as her cheeks grew warm.

The door closed, and Pan glanced up to see Trunks walk in with a smirk. As always, the sight of him in a suit caused her pulse to quicken. Plus thinking about what had happened just a few days ago on his birthday didn't help calm her body down any.

Pan had stayed the night with Trunks that night, but nothing had happened between them. Trunks, Goten, and Seventeen had all gotten drunk and passed out in the living room. Trunks on the couch, Seventeen on the recliner, and Goten on the coffee table. Pan had slept in Trunks' bed with Bulla, who had stayed the night as well and asked Pan a million questions about what had happened before everyone arrived.

It had been days since then, and Pan hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. Remembering Trunks' hands on her made a twist go throughout her.

"Talking about my butt, huh?" Trunks smirked as he walked over to her.

"You happen to have a very nice one," Pan commented with a grin.

Trunks' eyes glazed over with something, and he looked her over and let out a breath. "You had all those guys staring at you earlier," he muttered a hint of darkness in his voice. It was obvious he didn't like it.

"Well, I didn't dress up for them," Pan told him. "Plus, if they looked here-" she motioned to the side of her neck where a few of his love bites were fading, "they would see I'm not one to mess with."

Trunks grinned as he took a step closer to her, "so you dressed up for me?"

"Mhm," Pan nodded as she reached out and grabbed his blazer.

"Good, I thought you were avoiding me," he murmured.

She leaned back and looked at him with a guilty look, "sorry," she mumbled. The truth was, she had been avoiding him a bit.

"Why?" Trunks asked her softly. He tucked some of her hair behind her ear before he stroked it. "Did I move too fast the other night?"

"No!" Pan said quickly. Her cheeks grew red at the memory. "No, I liked it," she told him. "I really liked it and-" she sighed. "I've been wanting you to do it again." For the last several nights, she hadn't had any nightmares, but instead, dreams of her and Trunks entangled together.

"Do what again? Kiss you?" His voice was gentle, and Pan was all too aware of his fingers running up and down her arms.

"A-and touch me," Pan whispered, and she could hear the blood rushing to her ears. "Is that weird?"

Trunks' eyes were wide, and his cheeks were growing pink. "Panna," his voice had a rasp to it. "Never think it's weird for you to want me to touch you," he told her. "I want to touch you too," he said with a small smirk.

Pan felt blistering hot. "Okay," she said with a small smile.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers for a few seconds before he kissed up her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Can I touch you now?"

Trunks' voice was low and deep, and Pan felt herself arching her back. She swallowed hard, her mouth feeling dry. "I- we're in your office," she told him as she glanced around. "What if someone walks in?"

"I locked my doors," Trunks told her, his lips already on her jaw.

Pan let out a shaky sigh, "what if your mother comes by?"

"She's out for the day," he said, his hands reaching out to grab her.

That was all Pan needed to be told, and she grabbed his face and pulled it towards her. They stumbled back slightly, and Pan bumped against Trunks' desk. He quickly moved his chair out of the way and placed her on top of his desk it as they kissed.

Pan could feel Trunks everywhere. His tongue, inside of her mouth, wet and warm, and minty. His hands, one of them up her dress and on her hip, and the other running up and down her thigh. Her legs were wrapped around him, her hands unbuttoning his blazer and stripping it off of him.

Trunks reached up, loosening his tie and taking it off as Pan unbuttoned his white shirt quickly. Her hands slipped inside, and she sighed at the warmth of his skin. He felt as if he were burning, and she was sure that she felt the same. His touch always set her on fire.

Trunks kissed down her jaw to her throat, and Pan gasped out a moan as she felt his tongue lick over her pulse. His hands had hitched her dress up to her hips, revealing a black thong, and Trunks let out a groan at the sight of it. She could feel his bulge growing through his slacks, and it sent an excited shiver down Pan's back.

"You're teasing me," he whispered hoarsely before he was kissing down her neck.

Pan shivered as she felt his hand run up her thigh. A gasp broke through her lips as he stroked her through the thin fabric of her panties, and her legs squeezed around him tighter.

"Is that okay?" Trunks whispered.

Pan nodded quickly, "touch me more," she breathed.

Trunks' hand slowly came up to the waistband of her panties. He was kissing her neck as he slipped his hand inside, his fingers finding her clit. Pan was holding onto him as her voice broke. She had never felt like this before, like every nerve in her body was heightened and lit on fire. She was wet already, and the heat between them felt as if were about to erupt.

Pan felt it when Trunks stuck a finger inside of her. She gasped, her back straightening.

"Are you okay?" Trunks froze. "Do you want me to stop?"

He went to remove his hand, and Pan grabbed his wrist to keep him in place. Her heart was pounding everywhere. She could feel it in her chest, her ears, her palms and feet, and especially, her clit.

"No," Pan's voice was a breathless whisper. "Don't stop," she begged. It was different, but it was a good different.

With Pan's hand on his wrist, he fingered her slowly, his thumb swirling around her clit in the slow rhythm. When Trunks entered a second finger, he let out a curse with a groan. Pan's back arched as she tightened her hold on Trunks. Something inside of her was coming undone and unraveling. She could feel her legs twitching. Her body moved with his fingers, seeking the friction out.

Trunks removed his hand suddenly, and Pan gasped, her mind a daze as Trunks leaned over her, and she fell back further onto his desk, her shaking elbows keeping her up. His blue eyes were dark with lust, his cheeks flushed.

"Panna," he said her name slowly, huskily. "Can I taste you?" He whispered.

Pan felt as if her heart might explode. She was too much aroused to care that they were in his office or worry about if the walls were soundproof or not. She didn't care. She just wanted him.

"Yes," she nodded.

Pan watched with hazy eyes as Trunks leaned down, peppering kissed on her stomach. He kneeled down as he went further, his hands coming and holding her, shaking thighs apart. If Pan weren't so turned on, she'd be embarrassed or shy.

Trunks looked up at her, a smile on his face, and any worry Pan might have felt was gone. This was Trunks. She wanted him to touch her.

He kissed her thighs at first, gentle, fluttering kisses that turned into nips and delicate bites. Soon, he was sucking spots on her thighs, leaving marks that he had been there.

When Trunks pulled down her panties, Pan held her breath. She wasn't sure what to expect, but Trunks looked as if he had found some lost treasure. He leaned forward and went for it immediately.

Trunks' tongue was like a branding iron, running over her clit again and again. Pan's elbows gave way almost instantly as her back fell against his desk in an arch as she moaned. She reached her shaking hands, searching for something to ground her. One of her hands found Trunks' hair; the other found his hand.

Their hands entwined, and Pan's head rolled back, moaning Trunks' name as his mouth covered her clit. He was sucking on it, his hot tongue rolling over it. Something in Pan's gut twisted sharply, and she let out a strangled scream as everything in her tightened to the point of eruption.

Pan was throbbing, but it was a rhythmic pulse. Trunks was still kissing her, and she let out a breathless whimper as she squeezed his hand. She was going to get addicted to this high.

Bulla leaned against the flower shop counter as she looked at her phone. The store had just gotten through with a little rush, and Goten had taken off next door to boost his energy. Bulla had snorted when he ran out, already knowing he was going over there so that he could stare at Eijiro.

Bulla usually stopped by the flower shop after school and helped out for the last few hours. Now that the final exams were over, Bulla would have even more time to hang out at the shop with Pan.

With a small sigh, Bulla looked at the clock. According to Goten, Pan had left an hour before she had arrived there, and Bulla had already been there an hour. Pan still wasn't back.

Suddenly, the front door opened, and Pan walked in. Bulla had to blink at the radiating light Pan was emitting. There was a goofy grin on her face as she fluttered inside.

"Hi, Bulla," she greeted in a soft, hoarse voice.

Bulla's brows furrowed, and she watched as Pan began humming to herself as she tended to the plants. She dropped her watering can twice and failed to notice that it was empty and wasn't watering the plants. She was sighing- long, dreamy sighs, a faraway expression on her face.

Pan seemed like she was in a daze as she walked with a weird swagger back to the break room, and Bulla followed after her curiously. Pan was giggling to herself.

"Okay, what did my brother do?" Bulla asked.

Pan turned around to look at Bulla, her eyes focusing for the first time since she returned. "Huh?" She asked.

"You're in Lala Land," Bulla snickered. "So what did he do?" Pan glanced around, so Bulla added, "Goten's not here. He went to go check out Eijiro. Now, spill, Panny," she grinned.

Pan let out a small laugh as her flushed cheeks growing a shade darker, "well, I went to go visit him at CC-" she began her story.