A/N: Sorry! I've been really sick lately and couldn't stand staring at a computer screen! The make-up work is a hell on its own...trust me. *bows* Anyhow, I read romance fics...not write them...so writing this whole lovely-dovey scene is *not* my style. WHOOPS! I said IM me at SweetChickie33...I meant ShadowMaiden87. :) *does the dance of evil author-ness*
"Kami's Play Things"
"Don't worry," Hiro whispered, his warm breath suddenly tickling her ear and quelling her tension, "there's no one here to stop us." His words spoken, he deftly unbuttoned the front of Pan's jade shirt, parting the soft fabric as he went. Exposing her navel, he placed fiery kisses around the indention, earning an anxious moan from his love. He almost chuckled; this was just the beginning of his sinful ventures.
Katrina wondered if the heavenly angels above had come down to grace her tormented soul with a touch of ecstasy. In the span of five short minutes her outlook on her fate had changed. Her despair that she'd never be with her love again had gone to hope when he'd magically appeared above her, waiting for her to awake...Hiro knew her all too well.
Cool silky sheets below her and a warm body above her...oh yes, she savored and cherished every blissful second that she was spending with him. With every playful feather light kiss he slowly placed upon her skin, she felt a new shiver shoot down her spine. Yet, as she ran her delicate hands down his perfectly sculpted body, an incessant, nagging feeling plagued her; saying that they'd be stopped. It simply would not be dismissed...and then, Katrina realized what it was; a memory of a past time. The time where her life ended so abruptly. She could feel her body tense in despair.
"Don't worry," Hiro whispered, his warm breath suddenly tickling her ear and quelling her tension, "there's no one here to stop us." His words spoken, he deftly unbuttoned the front of Pan's jade shirt, parting the soft fabric as he went. Exposing her navel, he placed fiery kisses around the indention, earning an anxious moan from his love. He almost chuckled; this was just the beginning of his sinful ventures.
Although Hiro's affirming words calmed her fret for the most part, she still felt a sense of urgency come upon her. As soon as Trunks had unhooked the last restraint, she swiftly sat up and freed herself of the offending garment, forcing Trunks to retract a bit. Tossing it to the wayside, she disposed of her white prison cells as well. A devilish smirk came over her pretty features as she noticed that Trunks was quite obviously pleased with what he saw.
Be it Pan or Katrina's persona, she didn't want to be the only one lacking in the clothing department. Reaching out, she ran her nimble hands over his wonderfully developed abdomen, bringing his thin, untucked white shirt with her. It didn't take long for that item to join her own on the pale carpeted floor. Pan watched as Trunks' lips curved upward into a smile as he reached with his right hand to find her own. But rather, her discovered her arm, which happened to be attached to the desired palm and finger combination. He ran his fingers leisurely down her silk-like wing, receiving a content smile from his maiden, until he finally found her hand. Locking their fingers together, Trunks slipped an arm around her waist to pull her close and again captured her lips in a deep, soulful kiss.
"I'm glad you pried yourself away from work to spend the day with me, Gohan," Videl said happily as she leaned her head on her husband's shoulder while her arm remained looped lazily around his own.
He smiled down at her. "Yeah, I suppose I should do it more often." Videl chuckled as she noticed a mischievous glint in his eyes.
The happy couple ventured around the house, but abruptly stopped at the entrance. Videl looked at Gohan and spoke lowly, "I don't remember leaving the door ajar." Her husband nodded in agreement and stepped in front of Videl to take the lead. Videl hmphed and pushed past him--he should learn better than to take her strength for granted! The demi-saiyan stood with a slight look of shock as his wife cautiously prowled into the house after her slight outburst. Shaking his head, he followed her in.
Nothing is out of place...if it's a burglar, then he's pretty stupid... Videl thought as her keen eyes scanned the room. The pair searched around to see if any of their sacred items had been stolen. Still, not a thing seemed out of place.
"Maybe the wind blew it open," Gohan suggested while adjusting his black rimmed glasses, looking at Mr. Satan's daughter.
"Gohan, if it was the wind then other things would have been..." she trailed off. Her cerulean eyes narrowed, scanning a trail toward the stairs.
"What?" Gohan inquired, a confused look on his handsome features.
"Shhh...I heard something," Videl breathed out, quickly beginning to prowl toward the stairs. There it is again...almost...like a rustling sound? How weird.
Deciding to quell Videl's suspicions of a person on the second floor, Gohan boldly strode over to the wooden stairs and began to ascend. He stopped and turned towards the stunned woman. "Coming?" he asked with a cursed triumphant grin on his now bright face. She frowned and stormed up the stairs with a now cocky Gohan in tow.
She couldn't describe how much she was enjoying this...how good it felt to be able to do this again. It was kissing, sure, but it was always an amazing sensation to her. All thoughts of rushing a thing were long since forgotten...any time he touched her, she wanted it to last forever, and knowing that he felt the same about her...made it all the more better. Screw cutting to the chase. Pan delighted in her mind.
And then...he jerked away from her. Hurt reflected in her eyes as Trunks plucked her clothing off of the ground and tossed it back to her. "Someone's coming," he growled out, his voice dangerously low and slightly muffled as he pulled his button-up shirt over his head, not bothering with the annoying disks.
Katrina shook with two of most powerful human emotions; anger and pain. Biting her bottom lip she put on her bra and buttoned up her emerald shirt. Dashing to the bedroom's mirror, she smoothed out her hair the best she could with no brush and tried, unsuccessfully, to maintain a decent facade of cheerfulness.
Meanwhile, Trunks was doing the same...straightening out his hair, and, not unlike Pan, trying to keep up a lovely mask of apathy. But inside, he was seething. Quite frankly, he wasn't sure what he would do if he saw the intruder, or intruders--especially if it was the father; Gohan. Hiro scowled deeply as the clamor of footsteps grew nearer.
Gohan motioned towards his daughter's old room with short sweeps of his hand. Videl nodded, and the two crept up upon the open doorway. Five feet until the threshold. Four feet. Two feet...
"Ahah!" Videl burst in front of the doorway ready to give the would-be thieves a scolding they'd be sure to remember. "Oh...never mind, Gohan. It's just Pan and Trunks."
"Oh," Gohan voiced, almost disappointed--it was so rare when he could get the old adrenaline rush of a good fight nowadays. Nevertheless, he moved next to his wife, studying the two in the room. They oddly resembled deer that were caught in a car's headlights, yet they seemed to be doing nothing at all. "Uh, is there something wrong, you two?" he finally questioned.
Trunks seemed to twitch, a dark glare was firmly set in his expression. "Yes. Yes, there is..."
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A/N: HAH! Made ya read! No lemon. Ick, remind me to never attempt such fluffy romance scenes again. *pokes ground* Okay...so I did have a little fun with it. But just a little! ^!^v SORRY SO SHORT!
Disclaimer: "There she is!" CRAP! *hides behind her Mirai Trunks clone*
QUESTION TIME! :D Why, in 90% of B/V's, is Vegeta always taller than Bulma...even though in the series, he's like 4 inches shorter?
Princess of Darkness: *laughs* Yeah, this is the same author. You probably misread my views. *sighs* Everyone seems to do that. One's opinion can also change so *looks childish* :P.
(My goodness...the author crap is almost as long as the chapter...)