The Difference Between Love and Lust Part 6
Lust
Note: I don't own DBZ everyone knows that. So don't sue me. There I said it. : I am SOOOO sorry it took FOREVER for me to get these two fics done. They where unbelievably hard to write. I wanted them to be really good so I spent DAYS on them. I hope you liked them. Of course I wrote two very very different versions of charter 6 this one is the lemon so be warned there is sex in this. The other one I tried to be more romantic. Don't worry the next chapter wont take half as long to come out. And thank you all for being so patient. I hope it was worth the wait. : on to the fic
The room was completely dark without a single point of light to guide her as she fumbled about trying to find a wall, a table, her bed, anything. She hoped that her father hadn't blown the fuse again with some overly powerful invention. It had taken a week to get the electricity to work last time. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as her hand brushed her night stand. Smiling she fumbled around for the light switch. Just as she was about to turn the light on strong arms wrapped around her gently pulling her away from the lamp. "Hey! Yamcha? Is that you?"
Bulma felt the body at her back stiffen with her words. With a trembling hand she reached out to touch the bare flesh of one of the arms that embraced her. Yamcha bore a long jagged scare on his left arm just beneath the biceps. She tended the wound herself after he had gotten hurt in a torment years ago Her searching fingers ran slowly over smooth skin feeling the corded muscles jump under her touch. She gasped softly feeling the power of the arms that held her securely. "Y-Your not Yamcha!" she breathed.
The man chuckled softly and brought his face close to the side of her head. She could feel his firm lips brush her ear lightly. "No. I am not." he whispered in her ear his deep rumbling voice sending delightful shivers threw her.
"Who are you?" She knew that voice but somehow she couldn't place it something about it was different. Even so she found herself becoming dizzy with excitement as his warm breath tickled the back of her neck. He did not answer but began to lightly nibble on neck causing her to shiver in pleasure. "Eeemmmm" she half sighed half moaned leaning back slightly into his warm chest.
Feeling her resistance weakening he loosened his embrace allowing his hands to slowly wander over the length of her arms in a gentle caress. One of his hands reached up to pull the collar of her shirt aside revealing her shoulder to his lips. He nipped her skin softly then began to trail kisses upwards towards her ear.
"I don't think...." Bulma tried to reason with him and her own body but his very scent distracted her. It was familiar and comfortable yet completely thrilling at the same time. "I .. I.." She shivered as his hands moved to her sides tracing down over her ribs to her hips and slowly back up again.
"Shut up woman." he half growled half purred in her ear before taking the lobe in his mouth sucking on it softly. Bulma gasped aloud as he ran his tongue lightly over the tip of the it. All she could do was obey and gladly.
Tilting her head she opened her neck more to his exploring mouth in a single motion giving in to his desires and her own completely and blindly. He chuckled softly at her surrender taking pleasure in his victory. Bulma smiled to herself, let him be proud she didn't care.
Confident that he had concurred any arguments the man's touch became bolder moving slowly from her sides to lightly caress her stomach moving upwards. A soft moan escaped Bulma's lips as his warm palms brushed slowly over her breasts in an alluring touch that was barely a touch. She felt him shudder at the sound of her moan and his hands closed gently massaging her warm flesh. Bulma arched her back in response enjoying the warmth from his hands that seemed to burned her skin even threw her nightgown.
Bulma felt the soft a soft rumble of a growl escape his throat as he buried his face into her neck breathing deeply of her scent. There was no doubt that this was not Yamcha this man was completely wrapped up in touching her; exploring her body; experiencing every touch, taste, and smell of her. Yamcha had only wanted to have her to be with someone. She had not mattered as her only as the one to be with him. Already this man knew her more intensely then Yamcha every had or ever would.
"I have waited for you woman." he breathed tantalizingly into her ear as his hands moved down again. "I was forced to watch you every day from afar." His hands moved over her stomach and went lower tracing the insides of her thighs. "Every night was torture as I lay alone thinking of you. I though I would go mad with the waiting." His hands followed their first path back upwards carrying the hem of her nightgown with them. "Will you continue to torment me?"
Bulma shivered in delight as she listened to his passionate words. He was asking her to accept him to not turn him away. An instinct told her that this would be her only chance to refuse him. After this she would be his. But Bulma didn't say no. She didn't want to. Reaching up slowly she buried her fingers into a thick mane of hair. Turning her head she pulled his lips to hers putting all the desire he had caused in her into one hungry kiss. His whole body stiffened in response to her kiss his arms wrapping tightly around her body pulling her back against his body possessively. Slowly regretfully Bulma pulled away trying to catch her breath. Silence filled the dark room as they both stood trembling in the aftermath of such a kiss.
"I didn't think so." He finally spoke his voice ragged with desire. Suddenly she was lifted into strong arms she lifted her head to try to see his face in the darkness her heart aching to know him. But she could see nothing. His lips found hers again and they exchanged another passionate kiss as he carried her across the room.
He broke the kiss before setting her down on her bed turned to face away from him. She felt the bed dip as he climbed in behind her. His arms came around her again gently pulling her backwards into his lap. His hands slipped under her night gown following the path they had taken before. Her stomach muscles jerked as his hands brushed over her naked skin causing Bulma to moan softly. Her lover growled softly in response as his teeth raked lightly over her shoulder sending shivers of pleasure up her spine.
She tried to turn to him her hands ached to touch his body to feel his warm skin. But he held her firmly refusing to allow her this. She groaned in complaint but he ignored her, she had excepted him she had except this. So this is how it would be.
His hands continued to explore upwards til they came to her breasts again. Slowly he trailed his finger tips down over her breasts eliciting a soft moan from her as he lightly brushed her nipples. His fingertips moved back upwards finding the hard nubs he moved his hand to rub his warm palms slowly over them. Bulma gasped loudly her back arching to press her chest into his hands unable to stand the tender teasing of his touch.
Her hands moved up to lightly caress the back of his hands encouraging his glorious touch. Slowly Bulma let her fingers move up his arms and over his shoulders feeling his muscles tighten at her touch. Stretching back she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck her fingers becoming tangled in his hair.
One of his hands traced down her body brushing softly over her panties. Bulma gasped her legs closing slightly in surprise at the feather light touch. His touch became bolder slipping under the thin fabric to touch her more intimately.
Bulma moaned loudly as his fingers stroke fires inside her she had never felt so intensely before. Unconsciously she began to rock her hips slowly into his hand. As she rocked backwards she felt her rear rub against his hard body. Her hidden lover moaned very softly at the contact his control breaking. Before she knew it he had torn her clothing from her leaving her kneeling before him naked. His hands gripped her hips gently pulling her back into his lap.
She cried out softly in pleasure as he slowly entered her from behind filling her completely. His hands began to guide her hips into a slow and steady rhythm. He trailed hot kisses over her skin tracing frm her shoulder up along her neck till his lips closed over her earlobe. Only then did she hear the soft purring growl that rumbled form his throat barely audible over her own heavy breathing.
Warm arms folded around her as he pulled her closer to his body. Bulma's mind reeled as the heat of his body washing over her. It was absolutely delicious every moment of it. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. A white hot pleasure was quickly building inside her threatening, no promising to burn her up in it's intense heat. How much more could she bare.
His teeth grazed slowly over her neck his soft growl growing louder. Bulma whimpered as her pleasure grew to unbearable levels. She cried out as her world exploded in a flash of golden light. Her body shock as wave after wave of liquid fire raced threw her entire being sapping the last of her strength. Moaning softly Bulma fell back into her dark loves chest her head coming to rest on his shoulder.
"Weakling." he whispered softly into her ear his fingers trailing lightly over her brow brushing her blue locks from her eyes. Gently he lifted her from his lap laying her down on her stomach. "Your not getting out of this that easy." He threatened her tenderly.
Slowly his fingers traced down her spine to her hips then trailed back up her sides. His hands brushed the sides of her breasts causing her to sigh softly. They continued this course slowly moving down her back and up her ribs till Bulma's breathing returned to normal.
She gasped softly when his hands moved over her rear then continued on downwards over her thighs. Bulma moaned softly in protest as his hand moved upwards along the inside of her thighs. Not that she was against another round of love making with her secret lover but rather she didn't think she had the energy.
"Don't worry my little weakling I am strong enough for the two of us." Gently he lifted her hips slipping a billow under her stomach. Bulma moaned softly as he entered her again slowly taking care not to hurt her. He leaned over her to place a kiss at the nap of her neck nipping lightly as he became to move inside her again.
Bulma moaned softly the pleasure inside her beginning to build again quickly. She shivered as he nuzzled the back of her neck. His warm masculine scent filled her senses stirring the already warm fire inside her to a burning heat. Once again she became lost in the intense pleasure that he was giving her. She could hear his breathing now sounding ragged against her neck as the pace of his thrusts increased. She opened her eyes slowly then blinked them in surprise. A soft golden light cast its glow on the head of her bed the source of the light coming from behind her. She turned her head and gasped.
His face was inches form hers so close that his thick black hair tickled her check. His eyes where closed tight shadowed by deep scowling brows. Bulma stared in fascination as the scowl so common to his face was deepened in his intense pleasure.
"Vegita." She whispered softly causing his head to snap around to face her. His body stiffened over hers as their gaze locked. His eyes seemed to burn into her swirls of midnight blue flashing in the black depths. Bulma had meet his gaze a million times. She had seen cold hatred or savage anger. But now all the other emotions that he kept hidden away deep in his soul where there for her to see. She could see his loneliness, his yearning, and his fear. Strongest of all was his fear. A fear of not being good enough, of not being strong enough. The fear of being rejected.
Gently Bulma lay her hand on his cheek slowly pulling his face towards hers. Her lips brushed his gently before closing in a tender kiss. Vegita moaned softly into her mouth turning into an almost animal growl as the touch of her lips reignited the fires of his passion in a single intense moment. He thrust into her desperately unable to hold back the torment of feeling that welled up inside him.
Bulma buried her face in her pillow biting into the fabric softly as his sudden onslaught sent a raging fire threw her very being. She could feel another powerful orgasm building inside her with such an intensity she felt that it may kill her. She pulled her legs under her lifting her hips a little to allow him to enter her even deeper bringing her even closer to the edge.
Her scream of pleasure mingled with Vegita's roar as their bodies gave into the intense pleasure of their union. She spasmed beneath him as the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt raced threw her body. She barley noticed a soft warm wind its way around her leg as the blackness of unconsciousness rose up to swallow her. "I love you to Vegita." she whispered softly letting the darkness take her.
Bulma awoke with a start sitting up quickly in bad. Her breath came in quick ragged pants as she struggled to cath her breath. Running a hand threw her hair she was surprised to feel it soaked with sweat. "Whoa what a dream!"
Sighing she feel back into her pillow. A small smile found its way onto her lips. "Who would have though Vegita could be so good in bed?"
Groaning Bulma smacked herself in her forehead in the palm of her hand. "What am I nuts?! This is Vegita! VAGITA! Why am I dreaming of having sex with him." She shivered at the memory of the intense love making. She had to admit he was handsome. Sexy even.. But he was still Vegita.
She groan rolling over to bury her head in her pillow. "Why am I dreaming of him? Why would am I attracted to him."
Suddenly she pulled her head back. "And why does my pillow smell like him?!"
Author: ehheheh I like the ending. Sorry it's not so great I did my best. *apologetic grin*
Lust
Note: I don't own DBZ everyone knows that. So don't sue me. There I said it. : I am SOOOO sorry it took FOREVER for me to get these two fics done. They where unbelievably hard to write. I wanted them to be really good so I spent DAYS on them. I hope you liked them. Of course I wrote two very very different versions of charter 6 this one is the lemon so be warned there is sex in this. The other one I tried to be more romantic. Don't worry the next chapter wont take half as long to come out. And thank you all for being so patient. I hope it was worth the wait. : on to the fic
The room was completely dark without a single point of light to guide her as she fumbled about trying to find a wall, a table, her bed, anything. She hoped that her father hadn't blown the fuse again with some overly powerful invention. It had taken a week to get the electricity to work last time. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as her hand brushed her night stand. Smiling she fumbled around for the light switch. Just as she was about to turn the light on strong arms wrapped around her gently pulling her away from the lamp. "Hey! Yamcha? Is that you?"
Bulma felt the body at her back stiffen with her words. With a trembling hand she reached out to touch the bare flesh of one of the arms that embraced her. Yamcha bore a long jagged scare on his left arm just beneath the biceps. She tended the wound herself after he had gotten hurt in a torment years ago Her searching fingers ran slowly over smooth skin feeling the corded muscles jump under her touch. She gasped softly feeling the power of the arms that held her securely. "Y-Your not Yamcha!" she breathed.
The man chuckled softly and brought his face close to the side of her head. She could feel his firm lips brush her ear lightly. "No. I am not." he whispered in her ear his deep rumbling voice sending delightful shivers threw her.
"Who are you?" She knew that voice but somehow she couldn't place it something about it was different. Even so she found herself becoming dizzy with excitement as his warm breath tickled the back of her neck. He did not answer but began to lightly nibble on neck causing her to shiver in pleasure. "Eeemmmm" she half sighed half moaned leaning back slightly into his warm chest.
Feeling her resistance weakening he loosened his embrace allowing his hands to slowly wander over the length of her arms in a gentle caress. One of his hands reached up to pull the collar of her shirt aside revealing her shoulder to his lips. He nipped her skin softly then began to trail kisses upwards towards her ear.
"I don't think...." Bulma tried to reason with him and her own body but his very scent distracted her. It was familiar and comfortable yet completely thrilling at the same time. "I .. I.." She shivered as his hands moved to her sides tracing down over her ribs to her hips and slowly back up again.
"Shut up woman." he half growled half purred in her ear before taking the lobe in his mouth sucking on it softly. Bulma gasped aloud as he ran his tongue lightly over the tip of the it. All she could do was obey and gladly.
Tilting her head she opened her neck more to his exploring mouth in a single motion giving in to his desires and her own completely and blindly. He chuckled softly at her surrender taking pleasure in his victory. Bulma smiled to herself, let him be proud she didn't care.
Confident that he had concurred any arguments the man's touch became bolder moving slowly from her sides to lightly caress her stomach moving upwards. A soft moan escaped Bulma's lips as his warm palms brushed slowly over her breasts in an alluring touch that was barely a touch. She felt him shudder at the sound of her moan and his hands closed gently massaging her warm flesh. Bulma arched her back in response enjoying the warmth from his hands that seemed to burned her skin even threw her nightgown.
Bulma felt the soft a soft rumble of a growl escape his throat as he buried his face into her neck breathing deeply of her scent. There was no doubt that this was not Yamcha this man was completely wrapped up in touching her; exploring her body; experiencing every touch, taste, and smell of her. Yamcha had only wanted to have her to be with someone. She had not mattered as her only as the one to be with him. Already this man knew her more intensely then Yamcha every had or ever would.
"I have waited for you woman." he breathed tantalizingly into her ear as his hands moved down again. "I was forced to watch you every day from afar." His hands moved over her stomach and went lower tracing the insides of her thighs. "Every night was torture as I lay alone thinking of you. I though I would go mad with the waiting." His hands followed their first path back upwards carrying the hem of her nightgown with them. "Will you continue to torment me?"
Bulma shivered in delight as she listened to his passionate words. He was asking her to accept him to not turn him away. An instinct told her that this would be her only chance to refuse him. After this she would be his. But Bulma didn't say no. She didn't want to. Reaching up slowly she buried her fingers into a thick mane of hair. Turning her head she pulled his lips to hers putting all the desire he had caused in her into one hungry kiss. His whole body stiffened in response to her kiss his arms wrapping tightly around her body pulling her back against his body possessively. Slowly regretfully Bulma pulled away trying to catch her breath. Silence filled the dark room as they both stood trembling in the aftermath of such a kiss.
"I didn't think so." He finally spoke his voice ragged with desire. Suddenly she was lifted into strong arms she lifted her head to try to see his face in the darkness her heart aching to know him. But she could see nothing. His lips found hers again and they exchanged another passionate kiss as he carried her across the room.
He broke the kiss before setting her down on her bed turned to face away from him. She felt the bed dip as he climbed in behind her. His arms came around her again gently pulling her backwards into his lap. His hands slipped under her night gown following the path they had taken before. Her stomach muscles jerked as his hands brushed over her naked skin causing Bulma to moan softly. Her lover growled softly in response as his teeth raked lightly over her shoulder sending shivers of pleasure up her spine.
She tried to turn to him her hands ached to touch his body to feel his warm skin. But he held her firmly refusing to allow her this. She groaned in complaint but he ignored her, she had excepted him she had except this. So this is how it would be.
His hands continued to explore upwards til they came to her breasts again. Slowly he trailed his finger tips down over her breasts eliciting a soft moan from her as he lightly brushed her nipples. His fingertips moved back upwards finding the hard nubs he moved his hand to rub his warm palms slowly over them. Bulma gasped loudly her back arching to press her chest into his hands unable to stand the tender teasing of his touch.
Her hands moved up to lightly caress the back of his hands encouraging his glorious touch. Slowly Bulma let her fingers move up his arms and over his shoulders feeling his muscles tighten at her touch. Stretching back she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck her fingers becoming tangled in his hair.
One of his hands traced down her body brushing softly over her panties. Bulma gasped her legs closing slightly in surprise at the feather light touch. His touch became bolder slipping under the thin fabric to touch her more intimately.
Bulma moaned loudly as his fingers stroke fires inside her she had never felt so intensely before. Unconsciously she began to rock her hips slowly into his hand. As she rocked backwards she felt her rear rub against his hard body. Her hidden lover moaned very softly at the contact his control breaking. Before she knew it he had torn her clothing from her leaving her kneeling before him naked. His hands gripped her hips gently pulling her back into his lap.
She cried out softly in pleasure as he slowly entered her from behind filling her completely. His hands began to guide her hips into a slow and steady rhythm. He trailed hot kisses over her skin tracing frm her shoulder up along her neck till his lips closed over her earlobe. Only then did she hear the soft purring growl that rumbled form his throat barely audible over her own heavy breathing.
Warm arms folded around her as he pulled her closer to his body. Bulma's mind reeled as the heat of his body washing over her. It was absolutely delicious every moment of it. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. A white hot pleasure was quickly building inside her threatening, no promising to burn her up in it's intense heat. How much more could she bare.
His teeth grazed slowly over her neck his soft growl growing louder. Bulma whimpered as her pleasure grew to unbearable levels. She cried out as her world exploded in a flash of golden light. Her body shock as wave after wave of liquid fire raced threw her entire being sapping the last of her strength. Moaning softly Bulma fell back into her dark loves chest her head coming to rest on his shoulder.
"Weakling." he whispered softly into her ear his fingers trailing lightly over her brow brushing her blue locks from her eyes. Gently he lifted her from his lap laying her down on her stomach. "Your not getting out of this that easy." He threatened her tenderly.
Slowly his fingers traced down her spine to her hips then trailed back up her sides. His hands brushed the sides of her breasts causing her to sigh softly. They continued this course slowly moving down her back and up her ribs till Bulma's breathing returned to normal.
She gasped softly when his hands moved over her rear then continued on downwards over her thighs. Bulma moaned softly in protest as his hand moved upwards along the inside of her thighs. Not that she was against another round of love making with her secret lover but rather she didn't think she had the energy.
"Don't worry my little weakling I am strong enough for the two of us." Gently he lifted her hips slipping a billow under her stomach. Bulma moaned softly as he entered her again slowly taking care not to hurt her. He leaned over her to place a kiss at the nap of her neck nipping lightly as he became to move inside her again.
Bulma moaned softly the pleasure inside her beginning to build again quickly. She shivered as he nuzzled the back of her neck. His warm masculine scent filled her senses stirring the already warm fire inside her to a burning heat. Once again she became lost in the intense pleasure that he was giving her. She could hear his breathing now sounding ragged against her neck as the pace of his thrusts increased. She opened her eyes slowly then blinked them in surprise. A soft golden light cast its glow on the head of her bed the source of the light coming from behind her. She turned her head and gasped.
His face was inches form hers so close that his thick black hair tickled her check. His eyes where closed tight shadowed by deep scowling brows. Bulma stared in fascination as the scowl so common to his face was deepened in his intense pleasure.
"Vegita." She whispered softly causing his head to snap around to face her. His body stiffened over hers as their gaze locked. His eyes seemed to burn into her swirls of midnight blue flashing in the black depths. Bulma had meet his gaze a million times. She had seen cold hatred or savage anger. But now all the other emotions that he kept hidden away deep in his soul where there for her to see. She could see his loneliness, his yearning, and his fear. Strongest of all was his fear. A fear of not being good enough, of not being strong enough. The fear of being rejected.
Gently Bulma lay her hand on his cheek slowly pulling his face towards hers. Her lips brushed his gently before closing in a tender kiss. Vegita moaned softly into her mouth turning into an almost animal growl as the touch of her lips reignited the fires of his passion in a single intense moment. He thrust into her desperately unable to hold back the torment of feeling that welled up inside him.
Bulma buried her face in her pillow biting into the fabric softly as his sudden onslaught sent a raging fire threw her very being. She could feel another powerful orgasm building inside her with such an intensity she felt that it may kill her. She pulled her legs under her lifting her hips a little to allow him to enter her even deeper bringing her even closer to the edge.
Her scream of pleasure mingled with Vegita's roar as their bodies gave into the intense pleasure of their union. She spasmed beneath him as the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt raced threw her body. She barley noticed a soft warm wind its way around her leg as the blackness of unconsciousness rose up to swallow her. "I love you to Vegita." she whispered softly letting the darkness take her.
Bulma awoke with a start sitting up quickly in bad. Her breath came in quick ragged pants as she struggled to cath her breath. Running a hand threw her hair she was surprised to feel it soaked with sweat. "Whoa what a dream!"
Sighing she feel back into her pillow. A small smile found its way onto her lips. "Who would have though Vegita could be so good in bed?"
Groaning Bulma smacked herself in her forehead in the palm of her hand. "What am I nuts?! This is Vegita! VAGITA! Why am I dreaming of having sex with him." She shivered at the memory of the intense love making. She had to admit he was handsome. Sexy even.. But he was still Vegita.
She groan rolling over to bury her head in her pillow. "Why am I dreaming of him? Why would am I attracted to him."
Suddenly she pulled her head back. "And why does my pillow smell like him?!"
Author: ehheheh I like the ending. Sorry it's not so great I did my best. *apologetic grin*