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DECEIVE ME NOT
Chapter 9: TOYING WITH DESIRE
Trunks raised an eyebrow when she emerged from her room.
"Lunch will be served in an hour," she said and smiled – a little too wide for his liking.
He didn't like it one bit that this Pan was making subtle advances on him – as if she didn't know how captivated he already was whenever she's concerned. He didn't like it that he was attuned to her every move, her scent and everything that concerned her…
He didn't like it when she smiled and…wait a minute, did she really sway her hips like that when walking?
She turned and began walking in the kitchen.
His voice stopped her.
"Don't you think you should wear something under that oversized shirt?" he asked and to prove his point, he looked at her from head to toe.
He expected her to blush. She didn't.
FLASHBACK
As he promised, he hailed a cab to get them both back to her place. And though they were tired from their morning workout, the two of them were bursting with energy.
They talked nonstop, joked and teased on their ride home, the cab driver kept sneaking a look at them, a small smile on his lips.
Ah, the joy of being newlyweds, he cannot help but think.
He never realized he was wrong.
When they reached her place, both of them showered – Trunks having brought extra clothes. He went in first as Pan rummaged through her closet to find something to wear.
She showered just after he went out of the bathroom and when she was through, she found him sitting on the couch, engrossed in the newspaper he was reading, that he didn't notice her.
With a naughty mind at work and a goal to seduce the man just outside her room, she dressed in an oversized t-shirt, just reaching her mid-thighs and put on a very short shorts, it only covered her backside, but not any of her thighs.
After that, she brushed her short hair, put on some loose powder on her face and sprayed cologne all over her body.
She took a deep breath and whispered to herself, "You can do it, Pan. Show that man what you're capable of."
She smiled at her reflection, already tasting the victory, and went out the door.
END OF FLASHBACK
She turned around and once again flashed him that bright smile. She tried to hide the smile of victory, though, when he noticed him looking at her, trying to mask the desire in his eyes with that witty remark.
If he wanted to catch her off-guard, then he would be disappointed.
"What do you mean? This?" she asked and lifted her shirt to show him those pitiful excuse for a pair of shorts.
Trunks paled as he felt all his blood rushed to his loins. Kami, he's looking at her whole legs. He looked up at her face only to find her smirking at him, as if waiting for him to say something.
And for the life of him, he could not find anything to say at all – so he settled on looking at her quite stupidly.
"So, that's settled. I'll go and cook now," she said and continued her interrupted walking, leaving him staring at the spot where she was standing a few seconds ago.
Trunks replayed the scene that transpired on his mind over and over again. Dear God, he'd really seen the whole of her legs. And it took all of his self-control not to shake with desire.
He closed his eyes to gain some of his sanity back but he seemed to be having a hard time doing that.
He tried to think of something gross enough to cool his desire for her, but nothing seemed to be working.
He tried to picture a naked Goten – no effect – a naked Goten making a move on him – well, he shuddered at that, but then, her legs! Obviously, it wasn't enough to cool his desire and bring back his composure.
Think Trunks, you stupid oaf! He lectured himself.
Well, a cold shower would surely solve the problem, but he couldn't seem to move his feet towards the bathroom.
Besides, he won't be able to justify to Pan why he needed to take another shower after taking one just half an hour ago.
She would see through any lie, not that there exists a good one that wouldn't sound completely ridiculous to him – and she would know exactly what's going through that mind of his.
His thoughts wandered again.
He'd seen that fabulous, toned legs of hers that would surely be wonderful wrapped around his waist…he'd better stop while he was ahead.
But then, he remembered her exposed stomach that morning and then the whole of her legs. He groaned when he realized how dead he really would be if he wouldn't be able to get hold of his thoughts.
Because as far as he was concerned, he can damn well imagine what's in between her stomach and legs.
He resigned to his fate the minute he sighed and stood up.
Her excitement heightened when she felt him approach her and she began counting how many seconds away she was from victory.
He stood just completely behind her. "Smells nice," he said huskily as he leaned towards her neck, he was sure she felt his breath.
She stopped cutting that onions and looked at him without turning around. "But I haven't started cook – oh!"
He captured her lips to his and let the raging desire in him take over.
Which was exactly the opposite of what he made her feel.
He kissed her slowly and tenderly, catching her lower lip in between his and sucking on it as she moaned, then her upper lip, then, just the corner of her lips.
He knew he was driving her crazy with his gentle ministrations, but he can't help himself. He wanted to tease her just as hard as she did him.
She tugged at his hair to make him increase the pace – but to no avail.
No effect there, sugar, he thought.
But then, she did something that made him snap and devour him completely.
She rubbed intimately against him.
He growled and tilted her head in a better angle before kissing her fully. But she was never the type to be submissive to a man. And in no time at all, they became the aggressive fighters battling over supremacy. Neither of them willing to submit to the other.
She knew she should stop, but can she help it when his hands were doing delirious wonders on her back?
She liked that.
And then, there was the fact that he kissed well. There was a lot of tongue.
She liked that, too.
But then, when he felt his hands go under her shirt and fumbled with her breasts, she shoved him away so suddenly, his eyes showed bewilderment.
She smirked at him. "What do you think now, Trunks? I passed your challenge that I can seduce a man, you're the living proof of that. Sadly, this is all just a game."
Trunks eyes darkened and for a second there, she thought he would attack her. But then, he turned around, walked out, and slammed the door shut, the wall shook from the impact leaving Pan alone, with a look of surprise on her face.
What the hell happened there?
He was drunk, oh yes, that he was.
And that's saying something for someone who seldom drinks.
He couldn't believe his damned luck. Out of all the women he dated and slept with, why did he have to fall for that…that –
Oh, this is just great. Even in his drunk state, he couldn't even insult her without feeling such an ass.
Ha! He'd be lucky if he ever find the courage to tell her he really liked her, much more tell her that she's really engaged to him, the high and mighty TV Briefs of the Capsule Corporation.
The woman could kill with her looks when she thought he'd been having perverted thoughts on her. And she hadn't even been a virgin for god knows how long!
No doubt she would take the life out of him when she knew how he deceived her. But the problem is, how do he stop her from knowing? Or at least delayed her knowing until she was, perhaps, already married to him?
Well, Trunks, old boy, you really should think about it. As the saying goes, the older you become, the wiser you would be. But with Pan, with all his bad luck, he's just not any wiser.
And just his luck, his best friend Goten was out on another womanizing escapade that he was stuck drinking all alone in this damn bar, thinking of a possible solution to his problem.
Oh well, it's now or never, he thought as he took out some bills from his wallet and left.
The change of what he paid was more than the amount of what he drunk.
She collapsed on her bed and sighed.
Tried as she might, she just couldn't go to sleep. And that was a bit weird if she may say so herself.
Because she was so tired, her whole body ached. She worked out all morning with Trunks, and when he left that afternoon, she did her best to tire herself so that she would have no time to think about it.
But she had never been a lucky person, if this whole engagement fiasco was any indication, so, even as she lay there, her body tired and aching, her mind's racing like shit.
She lied down flat on her back and closed her eyes – no good there. She tried sleeping on her stomach – still no use, she's as wide awake as she can be.
Arrrgggghhhh!!!!
Finally, after about half an hour of trying to sleep, and failing miserably, she got out of bed, frustration written all over her face.
Oh well, what could she do? She asked herself as she stomped towards the kitchen. If she couldn't sleep, she might as well grab something to eat and just wait until sleep decided to pay her a visit.
She was munching on some leftover cookies when she resigned to her fate – and thought about it.
Why had that moron suddenly looked as if I've betrayed him? She asked herself again.
Well, duh! The man thought he was about to get laid and then you shoved him away and told him it's all just a game! She thought right after the question popped in her mind.
And that was just plain stupid, talking to myself and all, she thought once again and rolled her eyes.
Come to think of it, she quite understood what he might be feeling right now.
Two weeks ago, when he kissed her and subsequently pulled away, she felt angry and tricked – seduced even, that she planned this revenge for him.
How much more if it was pointed out to you that everything was a joke?
Hmmm…so she hurt the man's feeling…does she have to apologize now? Well, she can do that, but the problem is, will he accept it? The man looked angry when he left, she's quite terrified now of what he might be doing right now.
Or, she could just leave things be. Besides, it was not as if it's her fault. The two of them had agreed that this would only be a game and should not be taken seriously.
Oh well, she thought and sighed having reached a decision, as she gulped down the milk she found in her refrigerator. She just have to apologize to the man and explain to him that she didn't mean to toy with his, err, desire.
Ding Dong!
Who could possibly be visiting me at this ungodly hour? She asked herself as she finished her glass of milk before standing up to open the door.
Ding Dong!
"Yeah, yeah, I'm there!" she yelled and frowned. Whoever the person from the other side of that door surely was impatient.
She opened the door and her eyes widened.
"Pan," Trunks said in a very slurry voice and grinned at her rather idiotically as he tried hard to stand up straight.
Pan narrowed her eyes at him. "What happened to you?" she asked and tried not to glare at him. If there was one thing she hated, its drunk men who act stupidly.
And this Trunks in front of her surely made that category.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, just a couple of drinks," he said, then grinned some more. "Can I come in?"
Truth be told, she didn't want to let him in, what with his state and all, but she couldn't risk a scene. Who knows what this moron can do when drunk? She opened the door widely. "Sit on the couch. I'll just go get some –"
She gasped when he suddenly tugged her hard that she landed on his lap on the couch. She shifted uneasily. "Uh, Trunks?"
He caressed her thighs with his left hand as his right wounded around his waist. She hadn't changed her clothing since that afternoon so his hands made direct contact with her soft and silky skin.
"I am very disappointed this morning, Pan," he whispered huskily at her ear as he nuzzled her neck and continued his hand's gentle ministrations.
She let out a nervous chuckle and tried to move but his firm hold on her made it impossible. "Don't do that. You're killing me,"he said.
"This isn't funny anymore, Trunks," she moaned and gasped when he kissed a very ticklish part of her neck.
"I'm serious, Pan. Deadly serious," he said and she wasn't so sure if he knew what he was talking about.
"Trunks…we had a deal –"
He stopped nuzzling her neck and looked at her straight in the eye. "As far as I remember, our deal was only about me teaching you a point or two about seduction and that you will try to seduce me –"
"Well, that's what I –"
He put a finger on her lips to silence her. "It did not say anything that you would make me fall for you."
Pan looked stunned. "Oh," she said and as the realization dawned her, she felt her blood rushed to her face.
She never had the chance to say anything because he kissed her again. And this time, she felt more than his passion and desire…she felt his love for her, her senses flooded with his emotions.
She never noticed when he lifted her and made his way towards her room to continue what should have happened that afternoon with them…
Author's Note: Finally, this fic had taken it's turn…hmmm…I'll leave that for you…I can never write a good lemon, anyway, lol
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