Woman
Authors Note: Inspired by Maroon 5's Woman I do not own Dragonball Z characters yada yada yada.
One Shot Fic.
If I be so inclined to climb up beside youWould you tell me that the time just isn't right…
He stood on her balcony, the moon illuminating his hard features. The breeze had blown her doors opened, and there she was, sleeping soundly in the dusk of night.
And if I should ever find the key that you hide so well Will you tell me that I can spend the night…
She had become his addiction, his obsession. Her cascading blue hair, that soft skin trembling under his fingers. She inflamed him in ways no other woman could dare to dream.
Leavin your smell on my coat, leavin your taste on my shoulder I still fail to understand what it is about this woman…He staggered over to her, brushing a blue lock, which had splayed, across her face. She wasn't aware of his nightly visits in the shadows of the night. She knew him from his passion, his cravings and his lust. But never of affection.
If I could bottle up the chills that you give me
I would keep them in a jar next to my bed.
And if I should ever draw a picture of a woman
It is you that would come flowing from my pen…He never stayed when the chaos of their desire finally vanquished. He would always stumble out of the bed, reluctant to leave her. He couldn't allow her to become his weakness. She may be his obsession, but never his weakness.
Leaving your clothes on the floor, Making me walk out that door
And I still fail to understand, what it is about this woman…Her face was tranquil, a picture of serenity. He let his cold-blooded hands graze across her skin. She was beautiful, perfect, and yet he knew he could never have her the way he wanted.
Helplessly melting as I stand next to the sun
As she burns me, I am screaming out for more
Drink every drop of liquid, heap that I've become
Pop me open spoon me out on to the floor…
What had their first night been like? It was a memory he would never let himself forget. She was wild, hot and ready for him. Her spirit set his mind on fire. She knew how to enrage him just enough, and yet…
Leavin your smell on my coat, leavin your taste on my shoulder
I still fail to understand, fail to understand
She had the porcelain quality of a fragile doll….and sometimes he wanted her to hurt so bad…He frightened her in ways he wished he could take away. But he was a murderer.
Leavin your smell on my coat, leavin your taste on my shoulder
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman…
He let his hand graze across her shoulder, across her neck. He heard her whisper his name, but he knew she was in a dream.
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman…He stepped away from her, resisting the urge the take refuge in her warmth. He could almost taste the sweet wine of her mouth. God, how long her legs were…
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman…He sighed softly, watching her turn over in her sleep, dreaming of him.
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman…He walked away, taking one more glance at his blue haired onna. He'd only be able to hold her the way he wanted in her dreams…