These Dreams
Part Five
I couldn't help but feel a little nervous when I saw the look in Piccolo's eyes. He said he was going to enjoy this...now what exactly did he mean by that? Was he looking forward to training? Did he have some evil plan for making it harder on me? Where were we going to do this and how?
"Piccolo," I laced my fingers nervously together against my stomach, "I was wondering if that drink you mix would affect my other medicine. I mean...it's a stimulant called Dexedrine, it helps my concentration tremendously and gives me some control of my temper. I, you know...just wondered because that vial of stuff makes me feel drunk and I can't mix alcohol with my pill."
Piccolo cocked his turban-clad head slightly to the left, pondering. He ran his tongue across his amazing front teeth, made a little slurping noise with his lips and replied, "Tch, it shouldn't. My mixture just relaxes your muscles, it doesn't make your brain cells swell up like I've heard alcohol does. If your medicine helps you concentrate, take it. You need all the focus you can get."
"Okay, cool. I'm gonna freshen myself up, too. I concentrate better if I'm not worried about what I look like." Without another word after that, I darted into the bathroom and pulled the curtain across the doorway. I un-Capsuled my medicine and took it with a scoop of water from the sink. Then I un-Capsuled my backpack, pulled out my hairbrush and makeup and went to work. I don't even know why I was putting makeup on. I just...felt like it.
A new, slightly older-looking face smiled at me in the mirror when I finished. I'd "smoked" my eyes with a mix of black and silver. Pink blush gave me a little color. My lips were deep red to go with my black shirt. Since I'm pale I felt like my lips matched rose petals. I don't use foundation, my complexion is fine without it and my skin only gets oily during my period. I feel lucky in that area, it makes putting my makeup on a quick process.
I blotted my lipstick on a piece of toilet paper. Coloring my lips with lip liner before applying the actual lipstick really does keep it on longer, I found out, and it also keeps the toilet paper flakes off when I blot. I brushed my hair again to make sure all the tangles were out. Checked myself one last time, tipping my head this way and that. I felt like I looked...sexy. Well, as sexy as a flat-chested, disgustingly-thin girl can feel, anyway.
Damn, I was wasting time! I put everything back into the backpack and Capsuled it. Poof. No more backpack for now. "Okay...just be tough out there. He won't make me do anything I can't handle..."
Talk was cheap, it didn't help. I still had to walk out there and face the music. It was like preparing for a dip in ice water. I could step in slow and prolong it, or I could dive right in and deal with the shock.
God, I am such a chicken-shit. I frowned at my reflection. My stomach tightened. Hah! Let's change that right now!
Tossing my knee-length brown hair, I threw the curtain aside and marched right back out to Piccolo. He stood facing away from me, arms crossed and head lowered. I sauntered coyly towards him, "Hey..."
Piccolo lifted his head up and did an about-face, cape swishing gracefully. He eyeballed me curiously. Then he frowned, shadowing his eyes, "You did something to your face..."
"It's makeup, Piccolo. Bulma wears it all the time, you know, her face isn't like that naturally." I explained, smiling, "Women wear it to look pretty or to disguise less-than-perfect features...applied right it can make an older woman look a little younger and make a younger woman look a little older. I like to put it on because it makes me look closer to my age. I mean...I get tired of people always thinking I'm fourteen or fifteen all the time. You know, I always have to flash my photo ID to order wine in a restaurant, but once I went in with my parents with my makeup on and the waiter took my order without asking for the card! Cool, huh?"
No answer.
Suddenly shy, I gazed down towards the floor. Ugh, maybe he's like my dad and doesn't like it...
A warm hand touched my chin and raised it. I found myself once again staring up at Piccolo's emerald visage. His intense gaze scanned my face...studying everything. He touched my lips with his thumb, examined the thin flecks of red that came off on it and focused on me again. "It looks nice." Then came that rare, affectionate half-smile, "I'm just not used to seeing you look so grown up, kid."
Prickly heat oozed through my cheeks as I blushed under my blush(ooooh, I hope it didn't show!). He had no idea what he just did for my self-esteem. "Thanks...hey, let's get started. Can we sit on one of the beds? The floor always makes my butt sore."
Piccolo's smile became a toothy grin that made my heart swell. I love his smile. "Sure, let's go."
Together, we headed for the nearest bed and climbed onto the soft mattress. Piccolo took out the vial and powder and prepared my drink. Piccolo's Poison Cocktail, heh, that sounded like a good name for it. I watched his careful hands wrap around the silver vial, pour the water and then sprinkle in the powder. Even those simple motions seemed special to me.
I also noticed the dream catcher tucked in his belt. It looked really pretty when it was Real. Piccolo didn't protest when I reached over and snagged it.
I held the dream catcher up with both index fingers and peered at Piccolo through the delicate white weave in the center. My Namekian friend appeared trapped inside a woven string prison. I smiled at an unbidden mental image of him naked and chained to the bed with fuzzy pink handcuffs. Somehow I doubted Piccolo even knew about bondage. I removed the chains in my mind. Imagined him just sleeping, his sculpted body stretched out deliciously on the mattress. That appealed to me more.
Argh, I have such a dirty mind.
"...Earth to Cyndi." Piccolo's hand materialized before me. His fingers gently held the steaming vial.
"Huh?! Oh!" My eyes came back into focus and I lowered the dream catcher, feeling a little silly. "Sorry, I was thinking. Heheh...oookay..." I lifted the silver container from Piccolo's fist. I was getting used to its odd taste, no more cringing. Handing the empty vial back, I took a deep breath, "Now what?"
"Now you must think about something and tell me what you're thinking of. I will think of the same thing. Then we'll enter the dream state and see what we come up with. It's the first step to attuning our minds."
I brightened, "Oh, that's easy!"
"Heh, you'd be surprised." Piccolo eyed me benevolently, "C'mon, picture something."
"Okay...okay, here goes..." My eyes zoned out again. I imagined the ocean, bright and blue like liquid sapphire lit from below. Warm white sand. A black sky lit by millions of distant stars that went on forever. Unbidden, I'd recalled that alien image of Pensacola in the movie Contact. If only beaches like that existed for real.
"Now tell me what you see."
"I see..." and I described the image to Piccolo the best I could. For me, writing is easier than speaking - I hope he understood my stilted excuse of a description.
Apparently it was satisfactory
enough for him. He held out both hands palms-forward. I placed my hands
against his and felt our fingers interlock. Piccolo respected my need for
quiet by staying silent, letting me fall into the trance on my own.
The vista stretched before me just the way I pictured it. I looked around for signs of Piccolo...and whatever additions he made to the image I described for him.
A large full moon hung low over the horizon, making silver sparkles on the clear water. Crystalline trees(well they looked like trees to me) dotted the sand here and there. They acted like prisms that showered my eyes in dazzling color each time I blinked. White rocks protruded from the water's surface, some of them around ten feet wide.
Piccolo, in his Anime form, stood on the largest one not too far away from the shore. He was looking around just as curiously as I. Wow, we almost pictured the same thing! The trees, the moon, the rocks and a few clouds were from Piccolo, I could tell that much. But wow...I just can't believe how closely our minds produced the same image!
I focused hard on keeping my surroundings clear. Despite this, details kept flickering like a TV screen with bad reception. It was frustrating - no matter how hard I concentrated, it still wouldn't stay steady!
"Piccolo!" I gasped, unable to remain quiet, "I can't believe we're doing this! Look at it, it's amazing!"
The Namek leapt from the rock and glided to shore. His movement generated surprisingly little wind, I don't think his cape even moved.
"Yes, it looks all fine and dandy, but we're nowhere near ready to face Void yet. Until we can both maintain a dreamscape without falter, she has an advantage."
I nodded my head slowly. Tried desperately to keep the landscape around me intact. "Hey, Piccolo? What temptation are you resisting to strengthen your willpower?"
Piccolo inhaled slowly through his nose and closed his dark eyes. "Not much. I just allow myself one long drink of water a day."
His casual statement left me gawking. Man, I felt like such a loser. Here I complain about not having precious chocolate and he's denying himself his only source of nourishment. Something told me it was as difficult for him as it was for me, and that's why he acted so grumpy in the Room of Dreaming.
"That's a little severe, even for you."
"Void is severe," Piccolo curled his lip, growling, "I can survive for up to three weeks without water, so don't you worry about me. Just concentrate on the dream and clear it up. You're already losing focus."
"Bah! You forget I don't have a perfect mind." I grinned, more at myself than his statement, "You might be able to read something, talk to someone else and levitate a pyramid at the same time, but I can't. If you want me to do well, I've gotta have at least one good thing or two extremely similar things to focus on, or my brain has an illegal operation and shuts down."
"As if Void would go easy on you just for that. If anything she'll exploit that weakness." He gave me a confused one-eyeridge-up look, "Nobody has a perfect mind, anyway."
I shook my head and stared ahead, bringing my surroundings back into clarity. Nodding his approval, Piccolo glanced around.
"Now try adding something, it can be anything. Keep it simple for now...let's see what you can do. Stay focused. This exercise will teach you to see through tricks Void might throw at you."
Something simple. Let's see now, what's easy to picture and not very dangerous? I let my mind wander through a list of things. Minutes passed and nothing happened. Then my body alerted me to an urgent need. Unbidden, the image symbolizing that need surfaced in my mind - and I focused on it a little too long.
A toilet dropped from the sky...
CRACK!
"ARGH!"
...and landed squarely Piccolo's head! Upon impact the toilet broke into two perfect halves that landed on either side of him. Piccolo dropped to his knees, growling and clutching his head in pain. Some jagged flecks of white still clung stubbornly to his turban.
"Grrrrrr!" The Namek bared his teeth, seething, "IS THIS YOUR IDEA OF A JOKE?!"
"No...it's...just...pfffffffffftHAHAHAHA!" I succumbed to laughter so powerful it doubled me over. A toilet just fell on Piccolo's head, now that's pretty funny! Why didn't I think of that before? "S-Sorry, it's just that.....I - AAAAHAHAHA...I gotta go to the bathroom and....HEHEHEHE...the toilet came to mind! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! I better stop laughing or I'm going to pee my pants.....WAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!"
By then I'd made a mess of the whole session. The dream was pretty much shot and only Piccolo's additions to the surroundings remained clear. The landscape became as barren as an incomplete video game still being programmed.
"Well why didn't you go while you were painting your face up?" Piccolo took his turban off and shook the ceramic shards off, glaring at me. He had a huge, pulsating purple bump on top of his head. The weight in his turban probably saved him from any real injury, I'd hate to have seen the results if he wasn't wearing it.
"I...hehehe...didn't have to go then." My giggles were settling down. "I think it's the potion."
Piccolo nodded. His cheeks
turned a little purple, "Hmph...well, I guess we'll take a break then so
you can relieve yourself. We'll resume in an hour." He touched the knot
on his cranium and winced, "And I'm going to need some ice."
The moment I could lift my head, I was running for the bathroom. One more second of sitting there and I would've wet my pants. I swear, I peed for almost two minutes straight. Stupid potion. At least I'd finally quit thinking about toilets.
Piccolo was still sitting on the bed. He'd taken his turban off and busied himself by rubbing the bump. In Reality the swelling wasn't as pronounced, but it did look pretty painful. Poor guy - he wasn't even powered up when he got hit! I could've killed him! For all I know Piccolo is as vulnerable as a normal human when he isn't using his energy to protect himself.
I felt bad, I'd behaved completely inappropriately in front of him and laughed about it after he got hurt! As I always do whenever I did something idiotic, I berated myself, Stupid girl...you always do this! Now he probably thinks you're a blithering idiot. Of course this wouldn't happen if you weren't autistic and acted your age! But that'll never happen. You'll always be an immature child inside no matter how old you get. You'll be stupid and weak for the rest of your life! Live with it!
Trudging past the bed with my head down, I approached the fridge and pulled a small block of ice from the freezer. I set the piece on the counter. Then I channeled all the anger at myself into a single blow. I smashed that ice chunk into at least a hundred pieces...even though doing so left my fist bruised. Pain I deserved for being such a retard. I crushed the biggest ice chunk one more time. Then I wrapped the pieces in a rag and headed back over to Piccolo, who still favored the sore spot. Boy I hoped he didn't have some kind of closed head injury or something equally nasty.
"Here," the mattress hardly moved when I climbed on, my slight weight meant nothing to it. "Lemme see how bad it is."
Piccolo rumbled wordlessly, wiggled off his bulky shoulderpads and lowered his head so I could see the bruise. Ugh, because of me he had a knot as big around as a golf ball.
"Ew...it looks pretty bad." I leaned down and lightly kissed the bump. Then I pushed him to lay down so I could press the ice pack against the sore spot without my arm getting tired. Piccolo complied without too much complaint. I settled down next to him on my stomach and held the ice in place with one hand.
Piccolo's silence stretched on. I spent those noiseless moments wondering if he was still pissed off at my behavior. His stone-faced expression didn't offer me any clues. He laid and I sat, staring at each other uncomfortably.
Finally, his lips parted, "I wonder..."
"Yeah?"
"Why do you always mother me?" His serious expression suggested this question wasn't a joking one. "Every time I get hurt and you're around, you act like this."
I sensed heat in my cheeks and tried vainly to staunch it. "Well...you know...it's, uhh...a female thing, really. It's just a natural instinct for a woman to comfort and take care of someone they love when they're hurt. I mean...sometimes a simple touch can make terrible pain seem less horrible." I lowered my head a little as the warmth spread to my forehead and neck. "You have no idea how many times I've seen you get hurt and wanted to hold you."
Half of Piccolo's mouth curled upwards a little, "But you're so touchy-feely. You're always touching me."
"Yeah, well..." I shrugged and tilted my head from side to side.
"...it's really not so bad," his scratchy voice cut in, "once you get used to it."
I glanced down to make sure I'd heard right. The corner of Piccolo's mouth stretched upwards some more, answering my silent question.
Something in his eyes trapped me...oftentimes eye-contact makes me extremely uncomfortable, but this time I couldn't look away. Those granite orbs, flecked slightly with silver near the pupils, were like black holes that sucked me right into their depths. Normally his pupils were contracted, a steel trap that let no one see in. But this time they were dilated and large. They swirled and shimmered. Somewhere behind their enigmatic sheen, locked away in a hidden corner of his mind, were his hopes, his dreams, his emotions and his soul. I had the key, but the trick was finding the lock.
"...Piccolo?" I began meekly.
His response came as a faint, throaty rumble. "Mm?"
"What would you say..." I lowered my eyelids and casually trailed a finger over his slender left antenna. The appendage quivered when I caressed it. That reaction made me braver. I dropped my voice to a more husky level, "...if I said I wanted to kiss you right now?"
A wisp of moist breath bathed my face. Piccolo kept staring deep into my eyes, pondering. Then his eyelids fluttered shut. He didn't speak, but he parted his lips enough that I saw the tips of his fangs. They shifted slowly, gleaming, as he breathed.
My heart doubled its speed behind my ribcage. That simple expression spoke volumes of restrained desire. He'd opened the door for me, now I had to enter and draw him out.
I bent down and captured those delicious lips, our mouths mashing together. A few seconds passed before I felt the tension that indicated he was responding. The Namek's normally smooth doors of breath were chapped from his drastic water-fasting, but their warmth outshone the roughness.
"Piccolo," My voice came out no louder than a sigh between moments when our lips parted, "I love you...I've always loved you..." I framed his face in my palms, losing myself again in his dynamic, heavily-lidded eyes, "Please don't hide inside yourself, not from me. Drop your walls for a little while and let me really see you."
Piccolo's eyes flew fully open. I heard him suck in a quick breath. Streaks of red on and around his lips marked where my lipstick smeared, there was probably more on him than me. He was staring at me like I'd slapped him across the face, a purple flush spreading all over his cheeks and ears.
Stupid me. I'd ruined the mood. Dejected, I pushed myself up and started sliding away.
A hand shot up and grabbed the back of my head. Another pressed itself between my shoulderblades. I was yanked down into one of the most bruising kisses I've ever experienced. In one smooth motion Piccolo nudged my mouth open and made love to it with his lips and tongue like a hummingbird feeding on nectar from a flower. Like the rest of him, his lips and tongue were overpowering, I couldn't have resisted them if I wanted to. I wanted to gasp, but he'd stolen my breath away.
I swung myself over to straddle his stomach, somehow our mouths remained locked together. Our tongues continued their duel. His dominated mine and he pressed beyond my lips again. I followed the plunging V neckline of his gi with my fingertips. His warm, textured skin tickled my fingers.
Just as abruptly, the liplock ended. Piccolo's tongue withdrew from my oral cavity and our faces separated. Both of us were pretty out of breath. I don't know about Piccolo...but I certainly felt the blood rushing to different areas in my body. I tingled every time I felt him breathe on my cheek.
When several seconds passed and neither of us moved, I realized it was up to me to keep this thing going. Poor Piccolo, he'd done it twice and he still didn't know how to continue the foreplay. Fortunately for us, I did! And I wanted to wind him tighter than he'd ever been wound before.
With a smile of feigned innocence, I set about indulging his sweetest spots. Piccolo has several erogenous zones...his ears, his neck, his antennae and his lips, to name a few. I shoved my face up under his chin and tasted his green Namekian flesh. Deliciously salty. The leathery skin tensed on contact as the tip of my tongue drew a wet line towards his large, pointed ear. My fingers snaked their way up behind his ears and I moved my thumbs in gentle circles over the join between his ears and head. This drives him absolutely crazy, I discovered. His ears and antennae twitched simultaneously. I grinned when I saw goosebumps break out all over his body. Not yet done, I wrapped my lips around his earlobe. I nipped him hard, making him jump. I blew my breath into his ear and used my tongue to attack the spot my fingers were massaging earlier. He shivered harder and growled from deep in his throat.
Piccolo disentangled his fingers from my hair. The world shifted and I wound up on my back with his solid weight pinning me to the bed.
"You let your guard down," He frowned deeply at me. I could tell he was only half-serious by the upturned corner of his kiss-swollen lips. I watched him back away, sit up on his knees and exhale noisily. That's when I noticed the impressive cloth mountain sticking up from his purple leggings. His excitement, and knowing that only a piece of cloth separated me from it, increased mine ten-fold.
I climbed onto his lap and captured Piccolo's mouth again, giggling a little. Echoed his previous comment, "You let your guard down." Then I pressed my hips forward, crushing his stiffness gently against his stomach. Piccolo shuddered and leaned back to watch me, his face still locked in stoicness.
Well, Piccolo wouldn't keep that mask on for long. Not if I could help it.
I abandoned the mini lap dance and melded our lips again, only this time I traced his ears again with my fingertips. They were warm and slightly damp from sweat. The more I caressed them, the warmer they became.
"You are delicious...and I want you. I want to feel everything you are." I drew a quivering antenna into my mouth. Its cool, bulbous tip pulsated against my probing tongue. I barely contained my delight when I realized I was literally making him squirm and moan under me.
Piccolo gasped and grabbed my face hard between his hands. He breathed heavily, his face flushed as he scowled at me with unmasked desire burning in his dark eyes.
"You keep teasing me, why?"
Leave it to a Namek to ask an innocent question like that.
I giggled, nuzzling my face against his palms, "It sets the mood. Anticipation is just as fun as the actual thing. I mean...it makes the delightful waiting worth it."
He blinked. "So...when do we take our clothes off?"
Oh that was it! I buried my face in his broad chest and laughed. I think Piccolo saw the humor in it too, because he started chuckling along with me.
I sat up and smiled, "Get undressed and wait here," and then I dashed for the bathroom.
Okay, settle down...I can't be a total vixen...do I even know HOW to be a vixen? Argh! Shedding my clothes, I piled them up on the toilet. I touched up my makeup, brushed my hair and arranged it so some covered my breasts and lower region. Look out, Lady Godiva!
My heart stopped when I peeked around the curtain at Piccolo.
Piccolo lay supine, completely naked, on the bed. One ridged green and pink leg was bent sharply like an upside down V, hiding his arousal from my view, and the other rested straight. He had his eyes closed and both arms folded behind his bald head. Oh he was glorious, an emerald Adonis wrapped in over two hundred pounds of flesh, muscle and bone. I felt the drummer in my chest up his tempo at the sight of Piccolo's nude body laid out for me. I hoped my puny toothpick frame wasn't going to disappoint him.
I took a deep, cleansing breath and drew aside the cloth. Forced my quivering legs to walk towards the beautiful green man on the bed. The cold floor chilled my burning feet with each step. Suddenly the distance seemed like miles. I could walk forever and never reach him.
All at once, I'd reached the bed. I stood there with my arms criss-crossed in front of myself, gripping my shoulders with my hands to keep my hair in place. Drew in another lungful of air. Concentrated on nothing but his stern, handsome face.
"Piccolo," I spoke his name reverently. The sound cut like a knife in the silent room. It made the air blaze a million degrees hotter. I felt my nipples stand erect under the shrouds of my hair. A warm, aching sensation formed between my legs and spread up into my pelvic regions. I actually felt my inner cavity lengthen, lifting my womb higher in anticipation. The inner muscles twitched three times. I shivered when I detected the musky scent of my own arousal.
The Namek's eyelids lifted as soon as I spoke. They told me stories of barely-contained lust, curiosity and wonder. I had to smile when I saw him take a few deep breaths.
Piccolo straightened and got to his feet. He stood there, watching me. We probably stared at each other for a thousand years. Him, proudly displaying his beautiful body, and me, shyly trying to cover my sickly thin one.
"You know..." He stepped gracefully towards me. I looked meekly at the floor when he came closer. Piccolo didn't raise my chin with his hand like I expected he would. Instead, to my complete and utter surprise, he knelt down and gazed up at me. Even while kneeling, he came practically to eye level. "You always say I need to stop hiding what I keep inside, and yet you hide what you keep outside. You're worried that I won't like what I see...afraid that what you have to offer will turn me away. You don't want to show too much of yourself because you think I'll judge you the wrong way."
If I wasn't frozen to the spot, my jaw would've hit the floor. In just a few sentences Piccolo had figured out exactly what I was feeling. He knew because those same fears kept his emotions, thoughts and hopes locked in a prison behind his smoldering eyes. Though he had no solid knowledge about love, he'd just taught me more about it than anyone else ever had. And I realized that he and I were a million times more alike than I previously thought.
"That's...exactly how I feel." Tears forced my voice small. A few escaped, burning on their descent.
Piccolo leaned up and tenderly kissed the tears from my cheeks, "Then stop hiding yourself from me." He encircled my tiny wrists in his strong, tapered fingers and gently unclasped my hands from my shoulders. I let them fall to my sides. His open hands came up level up to my neck and moved in opposite directions, sweeping the shroud of hair aside and behind my arms.
I closed my eyes and inhaled as the silky locks slid away to expose me completely. Gentle fingers explored the newly naked skin. Probing, rubbing and kneading...no area escaped his notice. I don't think he ever realized how much his touch excited me. Everywhere his hands went, fire trailed behind them. Flames of passion and desire. I felt his careful hands sculpting me into the woman I was meant to be.
This was only the beginning of the most erotic experience I'll ever have in my life.
When I dared to look again, I found Piccolo staring up at my face with heavily-lidded eyes. For the first time in my life, I saw love in those granite orbs. The perpetual storm blowing through them had dissipated enough to let the sun shine.
Unable to contain myself, I pulled Piccolo to my chest and hugged him tightly. I cupped the back of his bald head in my palm. Kissed the half-healed bruise I inflicted earlier. "I love you."
"Me too." Piccolo stood up, sweeping into his arms for another surprise smooch. Then he deposited me on the bouncy bed, smirking evilly. "Now tell me if this seems familiar to you."
Just like in my nearly-forgotten dream, he climbed on near my feet and crawled forward until we were face to face. Every muscle under his skin rippled in delicious tandem, he moved just like a panther on the prowl. I parted my legs for him and draped them over his narrow hips. Not once did we break eye-contact.
I grinned teasingly at him, "Oh yes, very familiar..."
Piccolo said nothing more as he loomed above me, licking his curvaceous lips. I felt his arousal press against mine. He leaned down and opened his mouth slightly. We touched lips, but didn't kiss. With our faces less than an inch apart, we hungrily breathed each others' hot breath. Exchanged the most basic substance that gave us life. In a few moments he and I were breathing in the same rhythm, sending twin columns of silent pleas billowing into the air. Even Piccolo's breath was powerful, and won the duel with mine. Then he closed his eyes and turned his head from side to side, caressing my mouth with his lips. I became acutely aware of his textured nakedness pressed against mine. He was so strong, yet fragile. I wanted to hold him forever.
Immense pressure grew between my legs. I arched towards it, trembling as he closed the last distance separating us and made our two bodies into one. A strangled cry escaped us both, mine a soft soprano whine that harmonized with his deep bass rumble. He filled me so completely that my passage barely contained him. His forceful pulse throbbed inside me, not quite matching mine.
"Close your eyes," he whispered.
"But I want to see you!"
Piccolo smiled softly. "You will, Cyndi...trust me. Open your mind and concentrate."
The Namek's warm face drew
closer. His slightly chapped lips covered mine. I wrapped my arms around
his neck and let my eyelids drift shut, losing myself in his kiss.
The soft sands of my dreamscape beach greeted me. I opened my eyes and saw Piccolo above me...and his entire body was made of ice. He was transparent and cold to the touch, but his flesh still felt like skin. A single ball of fire burned in his chest where his heart belonged...a piece of me. I saw my reflection in his eyes...my body had become fire! I mean, I glowed orange and flames leapt from where my hair should've been! A cold sensation in my chest told me I had a ball of ice where my heart existed...a piece of him.
I became dimly aware of Piccolo moving, thrusting his length deep into me. The entire sky - the moon and stars - brightened, reacting to his movements. Beneath my body, the earth reacted to me. The sand churned and the water lapped at our feet. In the sky above us I saw images of our bodies moving against each other. Like Yin and Yang - opposite and alike.
Piccolo lifted himself, pulling me with him. We left the ground during the next thrust. He bent over me while I arched my back like a ballet dancer. Gentle lips grazed my throat, tasting me. I smiled and nuzzled my cheek against his ear.
"Oh!" I arched against his hips again and again. He answered my moan by encircling me in his arms. The flames surrounding me grew hotter - the ice surrounding him froze deeper. His chill seeped into my bones. Into my soul. My body ached for a completion still far in the future. I sank against him, arms around his neck, my hips rising to meet his and my feet pushing him in harder.
Piccolo seemed as frantic as I for completion. He wouldn't stop kissing my neck and cheeks...nor did I object. The soft tickle of his lips even made me giggle a little. I just wish I could've reacted more, but I had to hold onto him. My hands had little room for movement. The sensations he sent through me were too overpowering, clinging to his neck was all I could manage. Such delicious torture!
As our bodies rocked in the air between earth and sky, I realized I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. My flaming body was merging with Piccolo's icy one! No, I mean it! The stronger our sensations became, the more we melted together. I found myself yearning to touch the ball of flame in his chest...just as he desired the ice in mine.
The arms around me fused into my back. I felt mine fuse with his neck. When Piccolo kissed me again, our faces distorted like two pieces of melted solder joining in the middle. I hoped he felt the column of warmth jetting down his throat...because I sure felt the pillar of ice shooting down mine. We were bound from the chest down. I sensed our legs fusing. Sensations like I've never experienced shot up through me. Piccolo's chill was creeping closer to the frozen ball deep inside me. I grew aware that I neared the flames glowing in him. We could no longer move, yet I was still aware of his physical body making love to me. He was thrusting faster, deeper, driving me gradually towards climax.
I gasped, face literally burning, "Piccolo...oh God...what's happening?"
"Shhh...just feel." Piccolo quieted me without explaining. Iron control kept his voice perfectly steady, though I knew he was about to lose himself.
Then it happened.
Time as I knew it froze.
A line of flames shot up and contacted the fiery ball in Piccolo's chest. He emitted a low, deep moan. I felt a chill punch through my depths and shoot up to touch the frozen ball within me. I wailed in surprise.
Electrical bolts shot between us, drawing our bodies together. The merger completed itself...my fire and his ice. An immense flash from our center lit up the world. Our combined forms transformed. From red fire and blue ice, we became a ball of purple lightning that melted the sky and earth into one.
Intense sensations! An orgasm like nothing I'll ever feel again plowed through me. The universe blazed in sparkling clarity. I felt Piccolo all around and inside me.
Piccolo's memories and knowledge spiraled through my head. I experienced every part of his life, some happy and some he probably wasn't proud of...there were even bits of Nail and Kami. I felt everything Piccolo did, including an acute awareness that he loved me. Love to Piccolo was like a computer to someone who never saw one before - he knew it was there, but didn't know what to do with it.
And I didn't judge him. Not once. Not ever. In that moment, when I saw deep into the doors he'd thrown wide open, I loved him more than I ever did before.
Then my memories and feelings slowly downloaded into the swirl. All of my triumphs, failures, fears, hopes and love were laid bare for him. Through me, Piccolo learned what it was like to think with an autistic mind. I showed him how difficult concentrating on any one thing was for me. I gave him everything I loved, feared and desired. He even heard my church choir somewhere in the wonderful madness.
All at once, it was over. The intense feelings gradually left me. I saw my flaming hands and the dark night sky above me once again. The earth stopped quaking. The sky dimmed to normal. Behind me, an icy form floated, smiling. The fiery ball no longer existed in his chest, and the icy one was gone from mine.
We'd passed completely through each other. In doing so, we completed ourselves. I mean...I felt whole. So whole and alive!
And I missed Piccolo already.
Reaching out, I sought his arms. Piccolo took my hands and drew me closer. His cool soothed my heat. My heat eased his chill.
Together, we drifted back
to the ground.
Piccolo gently ended our kiss. I opened my eyes to find him hovering above me, breathing hard, once again his correct emerald color. We were back in the bed, back in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber...back in Reality. I could still feel Piccolo even though we'd left the dreamscape. Whatever part of himself he left inside me was still there.
I gazed up into a pair of stern, dark eyes filled with new understanding. The storm clouds were returning to shroud the sun, but not without releasing two clear raindrops that landed on my cheeks. My own tears joined his. Twin pools formed. My tongue removed one and his removed the other. I leaned up and kissed his moist eyelids.
Now I had to say something...silence does get weird after a time.
"Well..." I panted slowly, still breathless. "...I think I liked that version of the Fusion Dance. How about you?"
Piccolo glared at me. A playful glare. "It was the longest dance I ever did, but it was worth it."
"Good! You know, you're pretty light on your feet when you want to be." I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him again. His pulse still throbbed inside me, though fainter as his arousal softened. I tightened my hold when he started shifting. Being the stronger one, Piccolo easily broke my hold just long enough to turn over onto his back. That left me draped across his broad chest. I felt my long hair swish down over my back like a blanket that kept me warm. Tapered fingers gently combed through it, relaxing me.
"Feh," Piccolo snorted at my comment. He didn't seem the least bit tired after our intense activity. I wish I could say the same about myself. I mean...I really wanted to talk more with him. Few can ever get more than two words out of the guy. But I was so exhausted, and Piccolo's sexy muscles made nice, firm pillows. I laid my head against his shoulder and fell asleep without meaning to, sprawled comfortably across his heaving chest like a lazy cat.
Nothing would ever be the same between us after that night.