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Chapter 8: Sweaty Bodies

Kring. Kring.

She groaned and covered her ears with her pillow.

Kring. Kring.

She shut her eyes tighter, wanting to hold onto her dream, instead, she seem to wake up more – until she was eventually awake.

Kring. Kring.

The blasted telephone won't stop so she got up, annoyed, and stomped towards the telephone.

"Hello?" she asked angrily. She didn't care if her voice gave away her anger to whoever was on the other line.

"Good morning Pan!" a cheery voice said on the other line.

Pan rolled her eyes as her heart skipped a bit. "You woke me up," she said, her annoyance slowly disappearing.

"Really?" Trunks said incredulously, "It's eleven am, Panny, and you're still asleep before I called?"

"Well, that isn't any of your business," she said hotly, and subconsciously put a hand on her waist and glared – as if Trunks could see her.

"Well, no need to get mad at me, you know," he said and chuckled.

"Hn," she said then changed the topic, "why did you call?"

"Um, tomorrow is Sunday, right? Let's go out tomorrow morning, I'll pick you up at around eight, okay?" he said.

"I don't think –"

"I won't take no for an answer," a pause, "I promise you that you'll have a good time."

"Yeah, whatever," she said, a smile tugging at her lips because of their upcoming date.

"So, I thought you're going to sleep early last night? Then why were you still sleeping at eleven?" he asked.

"Well –"

"Or did you just say that to get me off the phone?" he teased.

"Right," she said and rolled her eyes as she picked the phone and sat down on the couch. She knew this would be a long conversation.

Ironically, though they haven't seen each other for two weeks (the last time they've gone out was when they picked up lingerie for his sister), but they were now closer than ever.

And blame all that to Trunks. Because he would call her every night and talk to her until she told him she's getting sleepy already. That was when he would agree to get off the phone.

Basically, they talked about everything under the sun. On some points, they agree, others, they don't – leading to long discussions and debates, making the conversation last for hours. And though they would not admit it to the other, they loved every minute of their conversation.

Not that they didn't want to see each other that they settled on the phone. They really do want to go out, the problem is, the Capsule Corporation was closing a very complex contract and Bulma had kept an eye on her son so as he would not run off again and disappear to god knows where. So Trunks can only manage to sneak off talking to her on the phone.

Now, the weekend would have been the perfect timing for them to go out – but Pan's mom, Videl, called her to go home and asked for a visit. Reluctantly, Pan obeyed.

So, after two weeks of not seeing each other, Trunks was determined to spend the full day with her.

"So? Give in. You want me off the hook?" Trunks teased and Pan huffed in annoyance.

"Trunks," she drawled out lazily, "I really tried going to sleep because I'm so tired. It's just that, I can't sleep!"

"Maybe you're too busy thinking about me," Trunks retorted smartly that Pan laughed at the other line. Oh, how he love her laughter.

"Or maybe you're too busy reliving that kiss," he teased again if only for another sarcastic remark from her.

Instead, he was met by a deafening silence. And luckily for him, he did not feel the woman's seething anger.

How dare that man make fun of me because of that kiss! The thought kept racing in her mind until she knew she would explode – almost. She had to admit, this was the first time they talked about it since they did it. And for him to take it so lightly when she felt so much passion –

"I swear to you, Trunks, I'm going to make you pay for that one," Pan said quietly.

A nervous laugh. "Uh, Pan, you know I was just kidding, right? Please don't be mad at me," Trunks said, his voice shaky. He had suffered her temper enough to make him not want to repeat it.

"Getting scared, Trunks? Are you afraid I'll be able to seduce you until you don't know what hit you?" Pan asked, her tone not changing.

"Well, I uh –"

He was interrupted by her heartfelt laugh. She didn't know why, but the thought of him cowering in fear of her melted her anger. "I was just kidding, Trunks," she managed to say in between laughs.

Trunks sighed in relief. Whew, that was close! "Well, don't do that, okay?"

A loud knock interrupted what he was about to say. "Uh, listen, Pan, love, I gotta go. My boss is pestering me again for that assignment," he said, slightly annoyed.

"Alright. See you tomorrow," she said and put down the phone. And now, she had a full day to put her plan into action.

She wasn't expecting this. Oh no, not at all. But there was an uncomfortable silence enveloping them when she opened the door revealing Trunks in his shorts, T shirt and rubber shoes.

He cleared his throat as he looked at her outfit – body-hugging jeans, and halter top. He didn't have to look at her shoes to know it wasn't right for their outing. Good thing she wasn't wearing a dress – she would have died in mortification. "Uh, I suppose I forgot to tell you to dress sportily?" he asked nervously.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Where exactly do you want to take me?"

"Uh, jogging? And maybe, badminton after that?" he answered, still nervous.

He would have told her to kindly change her clothes had he not been afraid that she'd scowled at him for forgetting that information, and just completely cancel the date he'd been anticipating for days.

Instead, she smiled brightly at him, "Give me three minutes," she said and dashed to her room – leaving Trunks at the door.

And, as if remembering him, she opened the door of her room, just enough for her to peek, her body (obviously undressed already) behind the door, and yelled, "Oh, and please sit down, Trunks. And try not to break anything."

He sighed at the near-death experience and walked towards the couch.

Behind the closed door, Trunks didn't know that Pan was smiling impishly in front of the mirror as she looked at her reflection.

Trunks is going to fall straight into her trap – and then she would win this deal, she can't help but think. No longer would he look at her knowingly as she melt at his stares.

This time, it would be the other way around.

After one last look at the mirror, she went out.

Trunks groaned. He's a dead man now. A really dead man, he thought as he looked at her outfit – a shirt tied under her breast and a very loose jogging pants that still clung slightly to her womanly hips – exposing the whole of her flat stomach.

He swallowed as he felt himself shake with desire. "Uh, let's go?" he managed to choke out.

In all honesty, he wanted to make her change her clothes again. For surely, all heads would turn to look at her. She was sexy and conservative at the same time. And he doubted if she would look sexier in shorts than in that jogging pants. Being naked was not as sexy as being half-naked, and Trunks realized Pan knew her craft well.

After two kilometers, the two still jogging side by side, Trunks stopped and held her arm to get her to stop as well.

"What?" she asked as she caught her breath.

"We're still a kilometer away from the court. Can you still run that far or would you like to walk now?" he asked as he fished for the bottles of water in his backpack.

"Give me a break, Trunks! A three-kilometer run is nothing new to me," she said as she rolled her eyes at him.

"Good to hear that. Here," Trunks said and he handed her a bottle as he opened one for himself.

"Thanks."

Trunks collapsed at the bench and stretched his arms at the bench rest. Pan followed suit and his eyes widened when she leaned on his chest.

"God, I'm so tired," she said after hours of badminton.

"We've been working out for four hours," Trunks said in between breaths.

"We smell of sweat," she said and closed her eyes as she moved closer to him, loving the way his cologne mixed with his sweat, creating a very sexy scent.

"Not really bad if you ask me," he said, his tone revealing his naughty thoughts.

Pan rolled her eyes. "I'm tired, Trunks. You have to carry me back. I'm not going to stand up again," she whined, earning a chuckle from Trunks.

"Don't worry. We'll hail a cab. I can't walk those three kilometers again. Much more carry you," he said.

Silence.

"Pan?"

No answer.

"Hey, Pan, are you there?" he asked and nudged her slightly.

"Hmm?" came the sleepy reply.

"I'm hungry," he told her and any sleepiness she felt disappeared.

She laughed loudly; people passing by looked at them oddly. "You're always hungry, Trunks."

"What's wrong with that? I'm a man with a healthy appetite. Besides, you eat a lot, too, you know," he pointed that out to her.

She took offense to that. "At least I'm not hungry always."

"Yeah, whatever," he said and rolled his eyes. "Come on."

"Where?" she asked, not budging an inch even if Trunks was nudging her to stand up.

"Let's go someplace to eat."

She pulled away to look at him. "Are you serious?"

Trunks looked at her in exasperation. "Have I joked about my eating habits before?"

Pan grinned sheepishly. "No. Not really."

"Well, then, let's go," he said and stood up, grabbing her hand, until she wouldn't budge.

He sighed. "Pan, I really don't have time for this. Get that ass moving."

"I haven't cooked for you before, have I?" she asked, instead.

"No, you haven't."

"If you promise to behave yourself in my kitchen, would you like me to cook for you?" she asked, tilted her head to look at him in a better angle, and smiled at him.

"I thought you're tired," he asked, confused.

Pan instantly lost her smile. Leave it to him to ruin her good and seductive mood. "Yes, of course."

Then, she stood up stiffly and began walking away.

Trunks grabbed her arm. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Alright, you want to cook, then we'll cook."

"Don't bother. You want to eat in an expensive restaurant? Go then. I can go home alone," she said, irritation plain in her voice.

He locked her in his arms despite her struggles of escape. "I said I'm sorry," he whispered in her ears but when he realized there's no effect on her, god she's a stubborn witch, he sighed. "If you don't stop struggling and sulking, I'm going to kiss you."

She stiffened in his arms for about five seconds before shoving him away. "You're incorrigible," she said, but a smile was showing on her face.

"Well, then, now that it was settled, what did you plan to cook for me?" he asked as he casually put an arm around her shoulders.

She looked at him and grinned, "That's a very good question," she said as she put an arm around his waist. "I have no idea."

He pretended horror. "What?"

She laughed, "What do you want to eat? I've got ice cream, some salad and the likes."

He looked at her as if she'd gone crazy. "You're going to feed me ice cream and salad for lunch? After a morning of workout? You've got to be kidding me."

She laughed again. "Come to think of it, I wouldn't settle for that, either. So, what do you want to eat?"

"I want a full meal, Pan."

"Alright, a full meal it is," Pan said.

Neither of them knew they would never get to eat their full meal…

Author's Note: And I'm beginning to wonder when this fic would pick up…winks

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