Rated M for mature subjects, language, and sexual situations.
3. Week 4: I Want You
His hands were all over her body, his lips were like fire against her own. She moaned, arching her body against his and drinking him in. Those poetic fingers began to tug at her pants and--
Pan's eyes shot open and she yelped in surprise, tumbling off the sofa to land with a loud crack on the hardwood floor of her living room. With a groan, she pushed herself to her elbows and squinted up an a very pregnant Marron Son.
The blonde was grinning, one hand absently caressing her enormous belly. You should lock your doors when you plan on having erotic dreams. . .Auntie Pan.
Pan sneered up at her friend as she pushed herself to her feet. The kid isn't going to call me Auntie, Marron. The blonde was biting her lower lip, obviously attempting to conceal her smile and failing miserably.
What do you want, Marron? Pan asked sharply, trudging her way towards the kitchen. Her back was screaming from it's unexpected visit with the floor, and she was struggling to control her embarrassment.
Goten and I saw Trunks today.
The teapot clattered noisily on the counter top as Pan's head snapped around to stare at her long-time friend turned family. Marron was still grinning, so Pan quickly recovered and feigned indifference with a shrug.
Marron gave a small snort. Give it up, would you? It's obvious you miss him. You're having wet dreams about him in the middle of the afternoon, for Christ's sake.It wasn't a wet dream, Pan snapped, slamming the tea pot down on the stove and switching it on. It was just a dream.About Trunks.No, it wasn't! Pan defended, turning away from Marron, who had lowered herself awkwardly into a chair at the kitchen table.
You're a terrible liar, Pan. You knew this wasn't going to stay a secret. Goten and I have been visiting Bulma regularly, as the baby's due soon, and Trunks has been haunting the place looking like he's been dragged through hell--multiple times--and acting just like Vegeta on a particularly nasty day. And you know how bad that is. Marron rolled her eyes and shrugged to herself, as Pan was stilling facing the opposite way.
Why don't you sit down and we'll talk about it, Pan. I've become a very good listener since the--I'm glad he's suffering! Pan burst out, whirling around, eyes blazing. Marron's mouth fell open and she could only stare. Because I'm suffering every fucking night that he isn't here. I can barely fall asleep at night because I'm alone in this God damn house in that huge bed. And then I can barely get through the day at work because I'm so fucking tired and I can't stop thinking about that asshole I call a husband!
Marron simply blinked at her friend. Pan was flushed and breathing heavily. She swallowed hard and turned back to the stove as the teapot whistled. Marron watched, unsure of how to react. Pan's emotions never surfaced with this sort of magnitude.
Shit, Marron, Pan murmured, voice cracking as she took the teapot off the burner with shaking hands. She simply set it aside, not trusting herself to pour it. she said again, burying her face in her hands as she sat down across from her friend.
Marron wet her lips and spoke. This must be serious, Pan. I've never seen you like this, even when you both argued before.But he never left, Marron. Pan's voice and eyes were pleading as she dropped her hands onto the table and spoke to her friend. And damn me for missing him. I shouldn't miss him , I should hate him for doing this to me, to Us. Pan sat back in her chair, shaking her head. And I did hate him for doing it, I still do, but now I just miss him too much to think about hating him. She covered her face with her hands again. Christ, I don't even make any sense.I'm sorry, Pan. Marron reached over, with some difficultly, and grasped Pan's wrists, pulling them away from her face. The sheen of tears Marron saw in her friends eyes made her heart ache. He's an ass for doing this to you, Pan. He's suffering, you know that? She gripped Pan's hands with her own as the darker-haired girl sniffed loudly.
I don't believe it. She took a shaky breath.
I told you, he is. Goten and I have seen him. He looks as though he hasn't slept--or even bathed--in days. He's irritable, even with Vegeta. You know Trunks never gives his father lip. Vegeta was so stunned he forgot to kick his ass.
Marron was slightly relieved when Pan gave a watery chuckle. She had always cried on Pan's shoulder, it was never the other way around. Until now. But Pan's tears were definitely warranted under the circumstances. Love hurts even the strongest of women.
He'll come back with his tail between his legs, Pan, you watch. She gave her friend's hands a reassuring squeeze. Are you going to forgive him?
This time Pan sighed. The tears had vanished, but the sorrow remained. I don't know Marron. I agreed to it, after all. And I love him. It's ridiculous, but I love him. I just need to know that he loves me too. And he needs to tell me why he left. Because I still don't know the answer to that question Marron. I can't figure out why he needed this break, she sneered the word and Marron felt the Pan she knew was coming back.
If he loves you, Pan, he'll give you what you need. And I'm pretty sure he's crazy about you. She smiled, and Pan responded with a faint one of her own. Oh, baby's kicking!
Marron stole one hand back to lay over her engorged belly. She squeezed Pan's hand with the other as her friend smiled, dropping her gaze to Marron's belly as well.
She glanced up.
I need to tell you something.
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She shouldn't have been doing this to him; filling his every thought at every moment of the day; invading his dreams to tempt him and cause him to wake in a heat, the moan rumbling in his throat.
With one last punch, Trunks dislodged the punching bag and sent it careening across the room and into the wall.
He stood where he was, legs spread, fists clenched, breath ragged, and sweat pouring off of his body. He was pissed, totally and utterly pissed.
This idea that he had thought was fool proof had backfired and bit him in the ass. Instead of getting his mind off of Pan and onto sorting out his dilemma, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Morning, noon, and night. It was more irritating than her being there in the flesh.
Well, don't expect me to spar with you then. I like my face the way it is.
Trunks spared a glance to his right. Goten Son was leaning against the doorjamb of the entrance, hands tucked neatly into his pockets and looking rather smug.
Trunks wanted to smash his face in. Instead, he merely grunted and trudged over to retrieve his battered punching bag. He snagged it with one hand and dragged it back to where it had originally been hanging.
Goten had sauntered over and was examining the massacred hook where the bag had once been. You know, if you had punched it just a little harder you would have taken the whole damn thing out of the wall. He turned his smile on Trunks, who simply scowled and looked ready to pounce. He also had smudges under his eyes the color of fresh bruises. He obviously wasn't sleeping well.
You look like shit, man. Thinking about Pan that much, huh?
Goten knew it was coming before he sidestepped and the punching bag sailed past his head and slammed loudly into the wall. He continued to smile. Whose idea was it, anyway? Probably yours, right? He took a step forward, watching as Trunks's body shook with rage. Pan would just suggest that you two beat the shit out of each other. This has CEO written all over it.
Goten dodged the punch with ease and brought his own fist into Trunks's back. The older man stumbled, but didn't go down. You don't want to fight with me now, Trunks. You obviously haven't had a decent nights sleep in days, and by the smells of things you haven't bathed in as long either.
He caught the fist that swung back, put some more effort into the jab he placed in his friend's back, and sent the frustrated man to his knees.
Don't do this, Trunks, you're just embarrassing yourself. I haven't got time to put up with your shit. Marron just went to pick up a few things for the baby and I decided to stay here and find out what put that stick up your ass.
The kick was unexpected and took Goten's feet out from under him. He recovered as Trunks pounced and he stopped Trunks's punch with one of his own. Irritated beyond belief, Goten didn't hold back and his punch hit Trunks squarely in the nose.
Christ, Trunks! Goten yelled, scrambling to his feet. Quit acting like an ass and tell me what the hell your problem is!Pan's my problem! Trunks roared, swiping the back of his hand under his streaming nose, smearing blood.
They stared at each other for a moment, breathing heavily, before Goten held out his hand and dragged Trunks to his feet. Look, Trunks, I know you and Pan are fighting. Trunks just raised his eyebrows. Marron told me, you know she's never wrong about these things. And it fits, that's why you're dragging your ass around and acting more like a prick than usual. If you hurt her, man, I'll--
Trunks plowed his fist firmly into Goten's unsuspecting face. The younger man staggered, then turned, eyes blazing, back to Trunks.
What the hell was that for! He yelled, now wiping his own blood from his face.
For kicking me when I'm down, Trunks growled, and breezed past him.
What? When you're--What? Goten stuttered, turning to follow Trunks. I never kicked you, man, I only took advantage because I can't quite wrap my head around the fact that it looks like my best friend and my niece are going to get a divorce. You needed some sense knocked into you, Trunks. She fucking loves you, man, and I know you're hurting her.It's an expression, Goten, Trunks said, turning on his friend. You purposely pissed me off. And don't you think I know she loves me? Fuck, I love her too. It's her Goddamn childishness I can't put up with anymore! He threw his hands up and stomped away again.
She's my wife, for God's sake, Goten, she's suppose to act like it. He turned around again, but Goten hadn't moved from his spot. She's not supposed to party at all hours and leave her stuff lying around for me to pick up. I can barely have a conversation with her anymore because everything I say seems to offend her. She's stubborn, childish, and I love her!
Trunks rubbed his hands over his face, took a steadying breath. But at the same time I hate all the things I love about her, all the things that make Pan who she is. She's twenty-five now, Goten, not sixteen. Marron's only a few years older than Pan and your first baby is due any week now. Feeling exhaustion creeping up on him, Trunks sat down where he was.
I'm not getting any younger, Goten. I want children with Pan, but I just don't think she's ready. If she can't take care of herself, how's she suppose to care for a child? He covered his face with his hands and expelled a long breath.
Why aren't you talking to her, then, Trunks? Goten asked, his footsteps echoing as he approached his friend. Why are you here, beating yourself up over this, when you should be discussing it with Pan?Because we can't say two sentences to each other without starting a fight. Trunks looked up at Goten. And maybe that's my fault. Every time we argue I get angry, wishing we didn't have to go through this again and again, wishing that Pan would just grow up. And then, on the other hand, I love everything about her. All those things that piss me off now, were what I fell in love with. He shrugged. I don't even understand myself anymore.You know what, Trunks? Goten said as he sat down next to him. I think, for once, you've over-complicated things. I don't think you needed to get away, maybe you just need to find a way to talk about it.
Trunks looked at his friend for a moment. Maybe you're right, Goten, maybe I took it too far, exaggerated the situation because I was upset. I don't know. I've run things over and over in my head, but each one of them is more ridiculous than the other. We just can't seem to get along, Goten, and I don't know how to fix it.Well, I'm sure you'll think of something, Trunks, Goten said, getting to his feet. As for me, my therapeutic abilities are all used up. Can we get some ice, or something, my nose is killing me?
Trunks chuckled. Alright, Goten. He pushed himself to his feet as well. I think it's time Pan and I stepped back into the ring.
I seriously struggled with this ending, so don't be surprised if you come back some time and it's different. One more to go folks, and then it's over. At least, I think it's going to be. . .
Much love to the readers and reviewers. I'm not going to leave you hanging this time.