Rainwater
Chapter 8: Nearly Perfect
Rating: R for sexual situations and suggestions, adult topics and language.
WitchyPrincess

Nearly Perfect

You know that feeling? That unexplained rush that you get when you're excited about something? Like, when you're a little kid and you just have to have that one toy that everybody else got last week. You can't live without it - you won't live without it. And so you beg and you plead, you cry, you whine, you pout. You make such a fuss about that one thing that you wanted, that you just had to have, and then when you get it...Well, you know what happens don't you? You play with it for a while and then you drop it in the closet somewhere because you can't stand the thing.

Your parents told you that you wouldn't want it when you had it, they warned you, and yet you can't fight off the feeling of despair that makes you drop the stupid thing. The once oh-so-wonderful something that brought you never ending joy just thinking about, then became the bane of your existence. Because you were far too stubborn to admit that you didn't want it anymore. And even if you didn't want it, you wouldn't give it to the cousin that wouldn't stop eyeing it, because it's yours. It belongs to you. And you'd be damned if you shared anything you had to work so hard to get. Why couldn't they get their own and leave yours alone?

Yeah, that's kind of what it was like with him. I had begged and pleaded and worked damned hard to make him notice me so long ago. And even if I didn't want to play with him now, I sure as hell didn't want someone else to come along and take my hard earned toy. That's why her words meant something to me. That's why I thought I could do it, that I figured I should at least try. That's why I went back when I shouldn't have. You understand, don't you? He had rejected me. I couldn't move on until he felt that feeling. Until he knew that pain. And I wanted to be the one to break him, no one else.

–Pan Son
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The art of seduction. Pan had been acquainted with it ever since she was seventeen; Marron and Bra had taken it upon themselves to educate her on what men wanted. Of course, she didn't pay much attention to what they'd told her at the time, and now she was more than glad she hadn't. Most of it had been a load to make a fool out of her.

They had a bet going to see if she tried the moves on Trunks within the next month. Marron had said she would but she would get them wrong, and Bra had said she would and she would get them right. She hadn't at all, and Pan was glad they'd both lost. Except, now she was actually going to try and seduce someone.

Why was she doing this again? She thought, twisting her face into confusion. She didn't want to be with Trunks, and she didn't want to be interested in him either. The last thing she wanted was to love him. But then she remembered that she wanted, very badly, for Trunks to love her.

She wanted to lure him into her web, she wanted to trap him there and then devour his soul. She'd been looking, for years, for a way to try and ease the pain he'd caused her. To regain her pride and save her face. To get revenge. And now she'd found that way, a way to make him suffer. To make him pay, to break him.

Just the thought that it might possibly work made her smile inside. He'd be humiliated, but more than that, he'd be hurt. And she'd be vindicated. It was perfect. Well, nearly. There was still that chance that he might, just maybe, get under her skin. If only slightly.

Pan brushed the thoughts aside as she opened Trunks' office door, drawing in a deep breath and putting on her brightest smile. She knew what she had to do. And, fortunately, she knew Trunks well enough to know just how to do it. She just still couldn't believe she was going to.

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He wasn't sure exactly what was wrong with him, but clearly something was. Today was about five times worse than yesterday, and yesterday he'd nearly screwed her on his couch. She didn't seem bothered in the least bit, though. In fact, she seemed...more comfortable today than she had yesterday. And maybe that was why it was worse.

Yesterday she had been glaring at him and insulting him. Today she was being nice. Was there something that he'd missed? Maybe this was her way of telling him that he couldn't get to her? That he couldn't affect her emotions. Well, that sure wasn't true, he thought arrogantly. Was it? He frowned a little at the thought, subconsciously noticing the way she bit down softly on her lower lip when she was thinking. It was sexy.

He was supposed to be thinking about whatever she was thinking about as well, they had been discussing something, but he couldn't remember what it was. Or he hadn't been paying attention in the first place and he didn't know what they were talking about at all. Whichever it was, he hoped she solved her own problem, because he couldn't explain that the reason he hadn't come up with a solution was because he'd been too busy thinking about why he found her so damn attractive.

"Pan," He finally interrupted her train of thought, not able to withstand another second of where his brain had been camping out. "Can we take a break? Aren't you hungry or something?"

"Take a break?" She frowned, giving him a slight glare. There was the Pan he was looking for, had been expecting. "You haven't done anything today, Trunks. If I didn't know better I'd say you were just trying to make my life more miserable by the second. You're keeping me here on purpose, aren't you?"

"What are you talking about?" He asked a little too defensively, not noticing her teasing smile. "I told you earlier today that if you," Her laughing cut him off. He realized that she was only kidding and fought away his blush, letting himself smile instead.

"You're so touchy." She noted as she stood up, stretching her back out, throwing her arms up in the process. Trunks immediately closed his eyes. Her baby-blue t-shirt inched up her stomach when she did that, and that was the last thing he needed to see. Why did he have to be such a guy? More importantly, why did she have to be in such great shape?

"Now that you mention it," She spoke as he reopened his eyes slowly. She was fully covered now and standing over him with a slight smile. "I am hungry. As long as you're paying, we can take a break. So what did you have in mind? Pizza?"

"Sure, pizza's fine with me. Have Mrs. Oryza order, will you?" He needed her to walk out of the room for a minute, he couldn't think. He didn't know what it was. Maybe how she was moving, or how close they had sat together. Maybe the way her eyes were teasing him, did she know she was doing that? Or her unintentional brushes against his. Maybe it was the way she was practically ignoring him. The way she acted as if nothing were different. Or maybe it was just the fact that he now knew how horribly fulfilling it was to touch her skin, to kiss her lips. Was he going insane?

He'd thought he could let this go. He'd thought that he would apologize to her and explain how they should never do something that stupid again. He had thought that he would tell her why something like this wasn't good for either of them, and that he had never meant to take advantage of her emotions towards him. He knew she was vulnerable when it came to him and he had completely ignored that because he wanted to kiss her. And that was no excuse to act on his thoughts.

Yet, every time she was near him, all that went out the window. He forgot that he wanted to tell her nothing should ever happen between them. He forgot that he wanted to apologize and explain. Hell, he forgot that he was 'sorry' at all. All he knew was that, wrong or right, he liked it. He damn near couldn't fight it. But he was trying so very hard. How was it possible that Pan could do this to him? What had come over him?

She walked back in before he had a chance to consider the answer. It didn't really matter anyway, whatever the problem was, he was sure of the solution. He had to get as far away from her as possible. The distance would quell whatever strange emotions were rising inside him and he wouldn't have to overanalyze anything concerning him and Pan. Now, all he had to do was help her with these quarterlies. Then they'd never have to see each other again. And he did mean never.

The thought made him smile. He planned on being done before the end of the day.

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"If you look at me like that one more time, I'm going to break your neck." The voice was icy calm with the statement, clearly promising and not threatening.

"You can't break my neck, Pan." Trunks countered. "Not even if I let you. And, anyway, I don't know how you mean."

"You keep looking at me like you want to chuck me out that window. I haven't done anything to you." She sounded slightly frustrated as she made the statement, her voice taking on a defensive quality as she finished.

"You're imagining things." He shook it off, though he knew exactly what she was talking about. And he did want to throw her out the window. He just couldn't tell her that because then he'd have to tell her why. And that would just be too embarrassing, even for his standards. How do you tell a girl, fourteen years younger than you, that you just can't stop trying to picture her naked? Simple, you don't. You keep it to yourself.

"Oh, am I?" She challenged, raising an eyebrow in protest. "So, what do you call this face?" For a moment, as he watched her, nothing happened. Then her face scrunched up, her eyebrows welding together, nostrils flaring as she stared at him. Her eyes nearly closed as she appeared to be lost in thought. He couldn't help but laugh at how comical the expression looked on her delicate features.

"Exactly." She agreed with his laughter, as though proving her point somehow.

"Exactly what?"

"Exactly how I feel. You look ridiculous when you do that. Stop it now or I'll scream."

"I'm not doing it now. In fact, I doubt I was ever doing that. But, don't worry, if I was, it's been stopped. You have my word."

"I hate you." She pouted, angry with his sarcastic, teasing tone.

"Feeling's mutual, make no mistake about it." He responded automatically, trying not to smirk. Secretly, he liked the annoyance that danced across her face whenever he didn't get angry with her the way she wanted him to. He liked to watch her get riled up.

"Oh, would you shut up and read over that analysis I did? We're almost finished."

"You're the one that started the conversation." He challenged, not bothering to listen to her.

"Well, you're the one that won't let it die." She protested again.

"This," He wigged his finger back and forth between them, trying not to laugh. "Could take hours. You just have to get the last word, don't you?"

"I do not." She crossed her arms, pouting her perfect lips.

"See?" He pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

"That doesn't count. And neither does this," she continued when she saw him open his mouth to counter. "You asked questions, I merely answered them. I'm not asking a question now, am I?"

"Wasn't that a question?"

"Drop dead." He chuckled and went back to the paper. The silence only lasted a couple of minutes before Pan sighed heavily and stretched back on the couch, yawning and giving Trunks the most bored expression she could muster. "Please amuse me." She pleaded after he ignored her antics.

He groaned audibly, though he hadn't meant to. It wasn't his fault, she needed to watch her word choice sometimes. She really did not want him to 'amuse' her. On this couch. He didn't respond.

"Trunks-San." She pouted. He wanted to say, 'that's not my name,' but didn't. Another few minutes passed before, "Okay, I take it back, don't drop dead anymore."

"My name, Pan-Chan, is Trunks. Not Trunks-San, I'm not a hundred, you know." He couldn't fight back the words, they flew out of his mouth before he could inhibit them.

"You mean, that after twenty-one years of you correcting my use of just plain 'Trunks', now you're telling me not to use the 'San'? You've got to be kidding me."

He only frowned, not willing to let himself be set up for another round of her teasing. "Just call me Trunks, will you?"

"When I begged and pleaded to call you Trunks, when I cried, and whined, and disobeyed, you had babies over the issue. So, you know what, I don't think I will call you Trunks. I think I'll have you beg me first."

"That will never happen." He answered automatically, trying not to laugh. "You can call me Trunks-San if you want to. For the rest of your stubborn life." He had just remembered that he had no intentions of seeing her again, so it didn't matter what she referred to him as. "In fact, you can call me anything you want. I don't care." He smirked.

"Could I call you boxer boy?" She tested, smiling slightly to herself.

"If you want to, Pan, I don't care." That answer seemed to make her immensely happy, for her face completely lit up. He almost lost his train of thought in her eyes.

"Anything I wanted then, huh?" When he nodded, she grinned and continued. "So, I could call you purple-prancer or Mr. Serious? I could call you a stick-in-the-mud or I could call you President Boring." She giggled slightly as he began to get annoyed with her childish antics. But he had no idea, no clue as to where her game was heading.

"I could call you half-breed, then?" When he didn't disagree, she decided to take things to where she'd intended to go in the first place. "I could call you boy-wonder, or Saiyan Prince? What about most-desirable or most-eligible? Maybe sexiest, then?" Her voice was getting slightly lower, softer. There was a teasing tone to it that was sending shivers down his spine, fireflies through his stomach, as her face moved closer to his.

"Maybe I could call you sensei-Trunks? Or maybe, maybe I could call you...master?" The word was barely audible, but he heard it. And her face was so close to his that he found, if he'd be trying to, he couldn't have resisted. But he certainly had not been trying to.

He captured her lips without prompting, almost as if his body had been drawn to hers magnetically. And they seemed to fit perfectly together. She melted against him, the fight that had been there last time no longer existing. Access was granted much easier and, oddly enough, he liked that about her too. Usually he liked the fight, but somehow, with her, he was far too impatient to want to have to convince her she wanted him the way he wanted her.

She still tasted the way he remembered, though it hadn't been more than twenty-four hours since he'd last sampled her lips against his. She was just as hot, maybe hotter, he couldn't tell. Only that his skin cooled hers and hers heated his. He pushed her down on the couch this time, not bothering to wait for her body to fall the way he had yesterday, covering her form with his. He didn't have the patience to wait because this time was different, this time was very, very urgent.

Like he had been thirsty for days and had been depriving himself of water. Yesterday had been new, exciting. Today was...necessity. He deepened the kiss, confusing his senses so that he couldn't tell his definition from hers. His hands caressed her arms and then moved onto her body, her waistline, his senses completely jumbled.

She felt wonderful, pressed against him, in his half working brain. He didn't think he'd ever want to stop. Every time he kissed her, his lips felt a burning, tingling sensation that spiraled all throughout his body and made him shiver from the inside out. He could get lost in her and he knew it.

He couldn't have fought it any longer, even if she hadn't moved so close to him, he realized quickly. He needed her, like this, with him, the way he needed the air he breathed. The thought jarred his senses so much, he pulled his lips away from hers like scorched fingers from an iron. They both tried to catch their breath before either of them spoke.

"What is wrong with us?" He asked, quietly almost to himself and not her at all. Almost as if he'd forgotten that she was there. But he hadn't. How could he? His body was laying on top of hers in such a way that made him very aware of her presence. And she was breathing heavily, breath still not caught, her eyes closed as though she seemed to be having the same thought.

"I should go. We were...almost done, I mean with the papers," She added quickly, with an uncomfortable and stammered tone to her voice. "And you won't need me anymore. So I won't have to see you anymore...Uh, I mean. I won't have to see you tomorrow. Or anymore in your office."

"Right, right." He pulled his body up slowly, almost as if he were afraid to lose her contact. His face twisted into a disturbed kind of wince at the thought, not wanting to be this interested in someone he never thought he'd ever be interested in. "I'll finish it on my own. The papers, I mean." He added, realizing that his statement, if left alone, could have meant a multitude of things he hadn't meant it to. He nodded his head as he straightened his suit, thinking to himself that she wasn't leaving a moment too soon. This could have gotten out of hand really quickly...

He walked toward his office door as she gathered her coat and the rest of her belongings, opening the door to let her out, telling himself he was only being gentlemanly and he wasn't rushing her in any way. And all would have been free and clear, everything would have been just fine, perfect even, if Pan had simply walked out of the door and kept walking. But she hadn't.

She got to the door and leaned against the frame, smiling up at him slightly, her face a peach color from what Trunks guessed to be embarrassment. It didn't matter though, she looked absolutely delicious. In fact, if he hadn't known better, he'd have said she was teasing him on purpose. She rested her head against the door and licked her gorgeous lips, the smile never leaving her eyes.

"I'm sorry things had to end this way," And then she paused slightly before she deliberately added, "Trunks," to the mix, his name sliding past her teeth in a silky type of utter that made him shiver on the inside. She turned and caught part of the door between her fingers, her intention to swing it shut behind her, but her soft, small hand landed on his and she turned back in shock.

It wasn't her fault really, there was still that static heat between them that seemed to draw them together, and when her head snapped back, his leaned forward and their lips caught in a searing kiss. He wrapped his fingers around her hand and gently led her back into the office without breaking the kiss, assisting her as she clumsily closed the door behind her, while he struggled to find the lock. His mother's words were obviously still ringing in his ears and it was clear that, this time, he didn't plan on being interrupted.

The second the door was locked he pressed his body close to hers, her back hitting the frame of the wood behind her. She arched against him as he moved his hands from hers and onto her waist, under her shirt and onto her bare skin. She gasped, breaking the kiss and drawing in air as he moved his lips to the nape of her neck.

He caressed her skin so sensually with his tongue that she nearly lost all thought in the pleasure of it. The feelings that stirred within her were amazing. She hadn't expected this type of touch from him to be so wonderful. In fact, she hadn't expected to find out what him touching her this way would feel like at all - she had changed her mind half-way through with the plan, this afternoon. A moment ago she'd had every intention of walking out of the office door and out of his life forever. A moment ago she had been completely ignorant. Miserable and had not even known it. But now...with this...

This was pure bliss. The absolute definition of 'utopia'. Now that she was standing here, his lips softly pressing patterns onto the skin of her neck, his fingers dancing lightly across the bare skin of her stomach, she couldn't imagine being anywhere else. She couldn't even remember why she'd wanted to leave. She only wanted him to keep going, to keep touching her and kissing her and making her feel complete.

She felt him tug at her shirt, an impatience making him graceless in his efforts, so she eased her arms up, over his neck, and assisted in the removing of the offending article of clothing. He stopped his ministrations against her neck to get her shirt off, pausing slightly and looking as though he was going to change his mind about the whole ordeal. But his eyes scanned her nearly bare chest and she watched as something flashed through his eyes that she couldn't quite read. Whatever it was, though, obviously meant he wasn't going to change his mind about anything he was about to do to her.

There was a predatory look in his eyes that let her know she was not about to receive any mercy what-so-ever. As if he were punishing her for something, though she couldn't imagine what she'd done wrong. He placed his hands against her shoulders, roughly throwing her back against the door, and lowered his head to her shoulder. He started to suck harshly on the exposed skin there, making her think that he was trying to draw blood. She closed her eyes from the exquisite pain, the atrocious pleasure, of the action.

She was slightly ashamed, slightly alarmed, that the way he was handling her skin - so roughly and abusively - was turning her on. She squirmed against the pressure of his body pressed against hers, causing him to shift uncomfortably against her, pressing deeper onto her waist as his hands slid around her back to unclasp her bra. There was no turning back now, she realized, this was it.

Her bra was off before she could give it a second thought, her soft skin rubbing against the cotton of his pressed shirt. She found that highly uncomfortable and took it upon herself to rid the problem for him. He didn't protest, instead he assisted her by moving back, away from her while she worked the buttons of his shirt.

Their movements turned frantic, needing, neither of them trusting themselves to speak as they pulled each other's clothes off, every single piece of clothing. They both knew that when it was over, when it was done with, they wouldn't have to talk to each other again so there was no need to spoil the moment with unnecessary words. All either could think was how strong the desire inside them was. And that this specific desire needed to be fulfilled as soon as possible. Really, there was no thinking involved, only carnal instinct.

To be continued...

Update Detail: Due to the shortened length of the next few chapters, extra updates will take place on Monday, June 28 and Monday, July 5.