Topazia: I know most of you are wondering where I'm going with the date
between Trunks and Pan but don't worry! Angel plays a role in this too!
Besides we all love angel and don't won't anything to hurt him, right? ^^
*Hugs him*
Angel: *Blinks* right...
Pan squealed with delight as she flew home that night, Trunks offered to drive her home, but she needed this. She knew it had to be at least after 2:30am, but she wasn't worried. The whole part of being a young adult was that you got to follow your own rules, as far curfews. Her heart felt lighter than it ever had before, the burden of anger and remorse that had settled over her had melted away. Did it really happen? Did Trunks actually say he wanted her for a girlfriend? She couldn't believe it! Her two-story house started to appear over the horizon and the thought of felling her soft, silky sheets beneath her skin was very appealing. Her balcony in sight, she flew towards it grateful to be back.
Pulling the balcony doors open, she stepped inside kicking her shoes off and turning to close her, screaming when she saw something move against the shadowed wall of her room. "Don't ever do that again! What are you trying to do kill me?" she screeched, a hand placed over her heart. Angel pushed himself off the wall, allowing a little light to spill across his face. His expression appeared distant, and troubled. "Angel...?" Pan muttered taking cautious steps towards him. Whatever had happened it really had him troubled.
Angel pulled out of his daze as a cold hand touched his face. A little life seemed to flicker in his eyes before fading away again. "Pan...?" he questioned softly, as if he wasn't used of saying the name.
"What's wrong Angel?" He was starting to creep her out, but she'd never tell him that.
He paused as if taking some time to think about it then looked at her again, he just felt strange, and confused. It all started after that weird dream. He recoiled slightly as Pan touched the side of his face again. 'She wants you to be happy.don't lose her Angel.' His eyes locked with hers and reached for her hand, squeezing it a little. "Uh...Angel? Are you ok? Do you feel alright?" Pan asked, worry filling the features on her face. He seemed so lost...It was almost as if he wasn't all there, or if his body was there but his mind had wandered off. 'Don't lose her...'
His hand left hers and reached up behind her head to feel her hair. Pan gasped at the action but didn't move away; instead she stood frozen to the spot. His eyes, that haunting yellow, started into her sending a cold shiver down her spine. Time seemed to slow down as he drew her near, planting a passionate kiss on her lips. His embrace was so warm and comforting. Pan couldn't help but melt into it, a soft moan escaping her lips as it deepened. Feeling slight frustration building up she walked them towards her bed and sat down pulling him with her as he moved on to her neck. It felt so right, real right, but then it felt wrong too...but why? Why? Then it hit her, an image of Trunks flashed in her mind and she immediately pushed away. What was she doing?
Gasping for breath she ran a shaky hand through her hair. What was she doing, and what was that? She licked her lips, as if saving the memory in her own special way. "Angel?" She looked to where he should have been sitting but found that he was gone; the only sign of his being there was a single feature that rested against her pillow. Angel was gone. What had she done? Why did it have to be this way, she couldn't have both. Cursing softly she punched a pillow in frustration before falling back on her covers...
Angel: *Blinks* right...
Pan squealed with delight as she flew home that night, Trunks offered to drive her home, but she needed this. She knew it had to be at least after 2:30am, but she wasn't worried. The whole part of being a young adult was that you got to follow your own rules, as far curfews. Her heart felt lighter than it ever had before, the burden of anger and remorse that had settled over her had melted away. Did it really happen? Did Trunks actually say he wanted her for a girlfriend? She couldn't believe it! Her two-story house started to appear over the horizon and the thought of felling her soft, silky sheets beneath her skin was very appealing. Her balcony in sight, she flew towards it grateful to be back.
Pulling the balcony doors open, she stepped inside kicking her shoes off and turning to close her, screaming when she saw something move against the shadowed wall of her room. "Don't ever do that again! What are you trying to do kill me?" she screeched, a hand placed over her heart. Angel pushed himself off the wall, allowing a little light to spill across his face. His expression appeared distant, and troubled. "Angel...?" Pan muttered taking cautious steps towards him. Whatever had happened it really had him troubled.
Angel pulled out of his daze as a cold hand touched his face. A little life seemed to flicker in his eyes before fading away again. "Pan...?" he questioned softly, as if he wasn't used of saying the name.
"What's wrong Angel?" He was starting to creep her out, but she'd never tell him that.
He paused as if taking some time to think about it then looked at her again, he just felt strange, and confused. It all started after that weird dream. He recoiled slightly as Pan touched the side of his face again. 'She wants you to be happy.don't lose her Angel.' His eyes locked with hers and reached for her hand, squeezing it a little. "Uh...Angel? Are you ok? Do you feel alright?" Pan asked, worry filling the features on her face. He seemed so lost...It was almost as if he wasn't all there, or if his body was there but his mind had wandered off. 'Don't lose her...'
His hand left hers and reached up behind her head to feel her hair. Pan gasped at the action but didn't move away; instead she stood frozen to the spot. His eyes, that haunting yellow, started into her sending a cold shiver down her spine. Time seemed to slow down as he drew her near, planting a passionate kiss on her lips. His embrace was so warm and comforting. Pan couldn't help but melt into it, a soft moan escaping her lips as it deepened. Feeling slight frustration building up she walked them towards her bed and sat down pulling him with her as he moved on to her neck. It felt so right, real right, but then it felt wrong too...but why? Why? Then it hit her, an image of Trunks flashed in her mind and she immediately pushed away. What was she doing?
Gasping for breath she ran a shaky hand through her hair. What was she doing, and what was that? She licked her lips, as if saving the memory in her own special way. "Angel?" She looked to where he should have been sitting but found that he was gone; the only sign of his being there was a single feature that rested against her pillow. Angel was gone. What had she done? Why did it have to be this way, she couldn't have both. Cursing softly she punched a pillow in frustration before falling back on her covers...