Breathless – 2
She woke up maybe even more tired than she had gone to bed. Her legs were not responding, they ached behind the knees, and her spine was not in a good form either. She rolled aside slowly and kissed her man's asleep figure good morning. He groaned in dreams and kissed her back.
Watching him sleeping so peacefully, she had to embrace him, trying not to move for not disturbing him.
He shouldn't be here, she thought, worry spreading along his body making her feel weak. If daddy found him here, he would knock him to death. With a soft smile, she looked at his irresistible body and had to admit she was glad he was next to her.
The night had been long, and he deserved his rest. He was curled, half covered by her sheets, with his arms around her. He looked like a baby, so peaceful, so safe. She pulled one lavender strand of his hair aside and gave him a soft peck on his lips. His hands moved a bit, stroking her back and making her shiver helplessly. As she felt her excitation grew under his caresses, she aimed for air and peace, trying to concentrate in her thoughts instead of in her sensations.
Think – she had to think about something else. But it was real difficult when it came that he was next to her, so close, so tender - - -.
She rocked him slowly, sighing, feeling complete at once. It had been the best night in her life. She had never slept so well, so peacefully.
Last night it had been the fifth time they were together in bed. The fifth time they had had sex in one month and a half. Five amazing times indeed. It had been the first time he had spent the whole night beside her, though. In fact, not like the four previous times, she had then allowed him to stay the night, embracing him and rocking him to sleep after he said that he was exhausted. She had even stayed up a while just to watch him sleeping. To be certain he was actually beside her. That it was not her dream, as it was always.
He had stayed the night. In her bed. And now she felt no remorse. Maybe she had let him because she had made up her mind. That was their last time together. The last ever.
She smiled sadly and looked to the handsome man laying next to her. God, I love him, she muttered hopelessly.
It hurt. It hurt to see her love impossible. It hurt to love him that much. It hurt so much just to be alive and be herself. But it hurt the most knowing how she was to lose him. So soon. They had known each other for all their lives. They were happy together and she felt as if her right spot in life was between his arms. Nevertheless, in fact, she was certain she wouldn't bear it any more. She would miss him, no doubt, she would, but missing him would be better than that agony she was put into the day after their first time.
There were many tales from Vegeta-sei and its princes. They were told to be the perfect sayjins, they were proud and stubborn, cold, independent. Some kind of wild warrior ever after. It was said that a sayjin was not to believe in love. He was carefree, self-confident, sex was only on breeding purpose, and that was all that he had to do with his mate.
Those tales had been spread by former Vegeta and all those sayjin people who had come to Earth.
Well, Trunks filled that tales perfectly. Totally, every single bit.
At an early age he had already shown of his arrogance, his unlimited pride, or how he would never recognise any sign of weakness on himself or the fact that his one and only thought was fighting.
She knew that when she fell in love with him.
It was not his fault. Maybe not even hers.
Too early seen unknown, yet known too late.
For she had. So deeply.
Moreover, she also knew that she would never have him. It was just how he was. How he acted. She was stronger than him just by being born a quarter sayjin, while he was only a half. She was stronger, she was a girl, she was almost certain that he hated her. Despite her love, she had tried to hate him as well. To despise him. To be harder, to be more indifferent. Unsuccessfully – totally unsuccessfully.
She had tried so hard to convince herself that she would never get not even a smile of his that she couldn't help but be stunned when she found him so willing to move nearer her. It was some weeks ago. Days before their first encounter. It had been her who started the moves. She had decided to start showing him the way she felt. There was nothing she had – nothing, then, to lose. And she was careful enough to have the chance to deny any implication if he ever made any comment. So that's how it all started. Too fast. But in time. Funny in time. Her first attempts to catch his eye had been too effective, much more than she had expected. She had let slip some clues, little details, little comments of his influence in her. She had hardly shown that she was attracted to him, but she had enough for him to notice. That first night – it just let her at a loss of words. She had been training in his gravity room all the evening. She was tired, exhausted. They were alone. Rather desperate, as she saw later, in his room. He had come to her, to check if she was alright. She was laying on the floor, unable to move. He had acted clumsily and seemed shy, somehow affected by her figure and, as she saw later, unsure of how she would respond when he - . He had leaned towards her slowly and tried to kiss her, always letting her a chance to break it out. A moment later she was being carried upstairs in his arms, always touched and kissed, to have one of the best nights in her life, the first night she felt she was wanted and loved by someone than her family.
She would have never expected that he made love to her – but not even in her best dreams he would be so sweet and charming when doing it.
And afterwards - the way they spoke afterwards was simply terrific. She had even got to love him more if possible for those little chats, for that small talk after making love. There, at her side, tired out and sweating, one in each other's arms, he was not the prince that Vegeta-sei should have had but his soul mate, his best friend, someone who trusted her absolutely and whom she relied on. The boy she was in love with, crazy about. The man of her dreams. The one she loved. The one – and only. They talked about of their thoughts, plainly, in loving whispers, they told each other all that was worrying them, everything that was on their mind. And she had even allowed herself to believe that there was another Trunks besides that stubborn and proud sayjin. That her dearest Toran-kun, the one she had got to know through five amazing nights existed and was next to her every time they made love. Why the change, it was unexplainable. Maybe he was just playing some role after making love? No way. He was so – real, so perfect, the one he should always be -.
But that was that. On the next morning, the day after or all of a sudden he would start acting prince-like again. He would ask her to spar with him until they were both exhausted and collapsed on the floor, he would smirk satisfied when she faked to be tired before he was, and then he would disappear inside the house. Then, maybe she would see him at lunchtime, but won't speak a single word. He would act as if he were superior to everyone – fairly included her. Later on, she would find him working at his office at the Corporation building. Which meant that he was too busy for anyone. And always having ordered his secretary not to let anyone in.
She was starting to think that he prevented his secretary of her, that he told her not to let Pan in, especially her.
It was as if he realised that he had lowered his defences in her presence and hurried to pull them up, upper even than before.
Which hurt her so much - - -. If he only knew! It was ruining her health, her mood, her life in all senses.
She had tried to let him know. Of course she had. But every time she started any serious conversation he would make up some excuse, he would try to escape from her, he would only shoot a hurt glance at her and would certainly change the subject.
She had even started dating someone else, right in front of him. It had come out unplanned, but she had accepted. That guy had invited her to her favourite ballet suite. She had to accept. She had no reason for not doing so. She loved that suite. Everybody knew. And she was dying to go. That guy was quite nice and he was really interested in her. They went to have dinner at a restaurant and then to the ballet. One fine night. No remorse, no accusation, no acting nice and then slut again. They had been seeing each other for almost a month. A month ignoring Trunks on purpose. One hard month. Yet, there was nothing he would say, not a little bit of jealousy. Nothing at all. Nothing. At all.
She looked down sadly. He doesn't care me at all, she sobbed, trying to control her pain. Why did he have to be so different when they were alone in the bedroom? And why did she have to love him that much?
She was leaving. She could not hold any longer. She had got a very interesting job offer in a new company, a few miles away – enough for her to leave home and not come back around so often. She was going to leave soon – she hadn't decided when yet. She had to. She couldn't stay, she was not strong enough to live without him around. Though you'll have to, Panny.