She groaned a bit irritably when she found herself in a serious traffic jam. Apparently some truck crashed and it REALLY slowed down everything… She had been thankful that she had put her food that needed to be frozen in a cooler which she conveniently brings whenever she goes food shopping. With a sigh she rested her head against the steering wheel and began to think about Yamcha.
"I wonder how he's going to survive baseball practice." She said before a slow blush crept across her face as she thought about him glistening in the sun from a hard workout, then her thoughts went the shower. "Shower…" She giggled a little bit thinking about the fun they had when he had come back from his jog, the day after their first time that way. That had been weeks ago but it still made her lower body clench.
He had come in slightly irritated but that vanished when he noticed she was eating the breakfast she had made for him. He had begun to complain a little and started snatching the toast from her. She tried to wrestle him for it but immediately backed up once her hand came in contact with the sweat on his arm. She told him he needed a shower but he pretended not to hear her…
"Yamcha, are you even listening to me?!?!" She practically shrieked at him as he proceeded to spread butter on the toast. She watched him eat the food. "YAMCHA, YOU BETTER BE LISTENING TO WHAT I AM SAYING TO YOU! GO SHOWER!!" She screamed in his ear and he just calmly turned to her before yanking her into his lap to give her a kiss.
"Now you're covered in my sweat, beautiful. You need one too…" He smirked at her looking calm but his heart had been beating at a mile a minute. He had never really been one to initiate a passionate moment, mainly in fear that she may not be in the mood or something.
"Oh really?" She raised one of her eyebrows at him. "So who will take one first; you or me?" She asked as he suddenly stood up and headed upstairs.
He had managed to turn on the water and stepped in fully clothed, her as well. He finally set her down on her own feet and leaned down to kiss her. She didn't hesitate to return the kiss, nor did she flinch when the water hit the back of her shirt. His hand had traced its way downward to grasp her bottom forcing her to come closer to him.
"Why fully dressed though Yamcha?" She asked stepping away from him.
"I wanted to see how beautiful you really are in a wet tank top… that is white might I add…" He admitted sheepishly as she looked down at the soaking wet shirt. She looked up at him and couldn't help the blush that stained her face.
"Someone's been having naughty thought…" She giggled as she reached downward to literally peel the wet garment from her body. "Maybe you should get rid of that second skin too… You still need to get soap on your body, I wasn't lying when I said you need a shower..." She said turning her back to him as she took off her soaked socks and pants.
When she turned back around he had already ditched his jogging shoes, socks and pants. She shook her head as his eyes turned to her. His gaze lingered over almost every square inch of her body, especially when she had had turned to him clad in yellow lace. He could almost see her nipples through the material… almost since the design prevented him from that. His appreciation for the match was slowly becoming evident in the loud boxer shorts he was wearing.
"I kinda noticed yellow is your favorite color." She shyly caught her pink lower lip between her teeth. To think she had managed to get on stage and be seen in something more revealing in this many times a week.
"Yeah…" He nodded watching her hands reach for the bottom of his shirt and she slowly lifted that over his head as her shy blush never once left her face. He smiled thinking in the back of his mind she would never stop blushing, and he loved it.
He leaned down to kiss her one more time but she backed up and picked up the soap to start washing his chest. As her fingers danced lightly on his nipples it earned a twitch out of his lower taut muscle. He then took the soap and began to suds up her back despite the confining material of her bra. He locked eyes with her before they lowered to notice the nipples had begun to harden just as his were doing. His gaze never once left her body as he thought of the millions of things he'd want to do to it just to make her happy and to keep her near… Yes keep her near. He'd probably die if she left him now… well not die but he'd go back to his lonely depression. Who knows but she's here now…
"I have a new toy to play with…" He dimly heard her murmur before he went rigid feeling her soft delicate fingers reach into his boxers to caress his rod. He then stopped rubbing soap on her back and slowly began to lose his mind under the attention her slender digits had been giving him. A strangled moan erupted from his throat when she finally stopped and he heard a 'thwap' sound and he felt the warmth of the water run over his nether regions…
"What about me?" He asked 'innocently' as he fumbled a bit with her bra before finally unclasping it.
"You get two…" She whispered as he dipped his head to take one of her pert nipples in his mouth as his hand explored lower regions. Her whole mind froze as she remembered how skilled he had been with his hands the night before. "Oh gods if I'm dreaming there will be hell to pay…" She whispered huskily as his fingers danced against her little nub trying to make things a little wetter.
"I know the feeling." He whispered not once making true skin to skin contact.
Her moans became louder as began leaning against him for the support her knees no longer gave him. He winced a little when her fingernails dug into his skin as her whole body went rigid, but made no move to loosen the grip. She suddenly turned his face towards his own and kissed him releasing her moans into his mouth. She was going to lose her mind if she didn't get the release she had been so looking for. The both of them slunk to the floor not wanting any accidents in trying to pull off some stunt in the shower. He sat on the floor as he finally decided to wriggle her panties from her body.
"I've never done in this position before…" She murmured gently.
"Until last night you hadn't done this before at all." He murmured back. "I'll help…" He reassured her as she wriggled around to settle her legs comfortably before they settled her down onto his sex that had been in complete agony. A groaned choked its way out of his throat as he felt her warmth surround him. With his hands on her hip he lifted her and lowered her back down. He heard her take in a quick gasp as she began to move her hips along with his movements. Somehow it seemed like he was hitting her walls at the perfect angle this way which left her with her whole world crumbling around her in complete pleasure.
She heard him groan when her walls convulsed around his sensitive member and his grip tightened a little on her waist. He had been watching her face contort as her pleasure increased. She had arched her back pushing her breast into his face when she had finally shattered; and gods did it ever feel so good. He groaned before he took one of her nipples into his mouth and gently bit on the nub as she gasped again. Her body was now like a tight wire… it wouldn't take all that much to send her to the breaking point again. Hopefully it would happen again soon for he felt that he had been holding off so badly that any longer and it would begin to hurt. He mentally sighed… for the first time in his life he had found a girl worth the pain so they would be completely satisfied together at the same time. He then felt one of her hands retract its nails. He opened his eyes again to watch the hand as it reached for the nub between her legs.
"Oh gods, Serena you'll drive a man mad one day…" He dimly understood the words left his mouth. He heard her chuckle which turned into a moan as she stimulated the crucial point with her finger. He then groaned as she convulsed once more signaling there beginning of another end…He then brushed her hand away and he gripped at it as best as he could with the juices of her coating the entire area. He pinched the core of all pleasure between his fingers as she buck against his hand rather wildly. He felt the hand she had removed from his back go back there digging into his flesh once more as a moan tore from her throat.
"Rub it… in circles… faster…" She directed him which only served to sever whatever control he had attempted to keep an d she shuddered against him as her warmth gushed over him which in return made him shudder releasing his very essence into her.
"Yes, being with that man was good for the body…." She whispered finally pulling up to her house and began to unload her groceries.
"Yamcha…" Trista sighed. "I don't know how to say this…"
"Say what?" He looked around the office that was pretty empty, well aside from trophies all over the place and millions of pictures of people he's never met before.
"Your skill has changed since last season, I never knew it was possible but, you seem more focused now…" Trista grinned. "You're here on time." She said looking at the sweat from practice still running down his face. "It seems we'll keep you for this season…" She said as he grinned brightly.
"That is wonderful news coach…" He said taking the woman's hand.
"I don't know what the change is but go hit the showers. You smell like road kill." She said as he smirked and left the office in high hopes.
"They kept you…" The voice of his favorite Team mate Yaten rang out.
"Yeah…" Yamcha grin didn't let up. Today had to be the best day of his life.
"I don't blame her either… Something changed about you man…" The voice of Nephrite rang out.
"The coach said so too…" He said in a part daze as he slipped off his shirt he heard Yaten and Nephrite hiss.
"What happened to your back man?" Nephrite asked suddenly.
"Huh?"
"Get into a fight with a cat and lose?"
"When did you get here, Artemis?" Yaten asked but was ignored when they went back to looking at Yamcha's back.
"Huh?" Yamcha looked over his shoulder at the mirror that had been conveniently placed behind him… yup sure enough he had long scratches going up and down his back. He merely laughed and shook his head. "I just happen to know kitty cat who scratches when you rub her the right way…" Yamcha said simply. The guys behind him raised a couple of eyebrows before laughing.
"You managed to snag a scratcher?" Nephrite said as he and the other two stripped down for the showers.
"More like she snagged me…" Yamcha said wrapping a towel around his waist.
"Sounds serious…" Artemis commented on."
"No… We met just after last season ended we only got together a few months ago."
"I dunno man… Sometimes it could only be a few months before you realized you've met the soul mate you've been searching for…" Yaten said in a poetic tone.
"Whatever…"
"You're going to call her when you leave here aren't you?" Yaten asked.
"No! I'm going to her place. She's cooking dinner." He said grabbing his soap on a rope and headed to the bathroom whistling.
"Think he knows he's got it bad?" Artemis asked as Yaten and Nephrite stupidly shook their heads.
"Okay…" She placed the two glasses of wine on the table before running to light the candles in the room. She checked her reflection and smoothed out the pale pink dress she was currently wearing… "I'm hoping he won't be late…" She whispered as a knock on the door drew her attention away from herself. She went to the door plastering on a smile which quickly faltered when she saw another face at the door. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk, Serena." Darien Shields stood at the door leaning against the frame with a smirk on his face.
