Immerse Yourself
Part 4 - Date
The crushing feeling in his chest subsided when he managed to reach her car before she had started the motor. He couldn't let it go. Saving face be damned.
"Bulma" He said, hand slamming down on her opened window.
Her body jumped a little, but all he could focus on was her chest rising hard. His face felt flushed with embarrassment. Never in his life had he been thrown off the back of a treadmill. A testament to how much she distracted him. Laying there on the floor behind the machine, in an instant he had pushed down the shame he felt and went after her. Taking a chance.
Sapphire eyes found him for a moment then fell away again, her fingers were toying with each other as if she was torn. That was until she began to laugh, nervously at first. Then heavier, deep from inside her chest. His throat began to betray him as his own laughter formed behind his tongue, coughing it's way out. He dropped beside her car, hiding his bright red face. He let go and began cracking up along with her. Releasing the tension instantly. Bulma was trying to breath her way through her giggling fit inside the car.
"What the fuck was that?" She asked between breaths.
"I'm not sure" He wiped a small tear away. "But every time I'm near you, my brain decides to shut down"
Laughter subsided inside the small black sports car. Using his hands, he pulled himself off the car park floor.
"I know what you mean," She said quietly.
Being so sexually direct was putting her in an uncomfortable situation. She was meant to be working when she was around him, he needed to start respecting that. Being so straightforward wasn't really getting him anywhere. He decided to change tactics and prolong this feeling until she felt more comfortable engaging with him.
"How is the research going?"
Her blue eyes looked up at him, her embarrassment gone also. "I still need some more information and immersion material. I've been busy seeing lots of sources though. When are you free next?"
A soft smile made his heart rate increase. She was gorgeous.
"I'm free tonight? I can pick you up..."
One eyebrow dropped as her face turned into a curious mask. "Like a date?"
Cheekiness came tumbling out before he could catch it. "Are you asking me out on a date?"
She smiled at him again. Chuckling. "Sure, let's go on a date." Her voice was filled with a sarcastic tone. "But, it's purely for research and I still need to ask you some questions"
"Deal"
"Show me how you woo your cougars" She said, winking and offering her hand.
Grabbing her hand, he shook it. Lingering a little too long, touching her hand and staring into her eyes.
"See you tonight"
The bag hung from the coat rack. It hadn't moved since she last went out on a date. When was that? 6, 8 months ago? Her notepad slipped in perfectly. She turned to each side in the mirror, one last check before he arrived. Why did it matter? Was this still work, or was it more. Her dark denim jeans fit her perfectly. Her off-the-shoulder white blouse and heeled boots, left her feeling young. She didn't need to, he did that already.
Bulma rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Pitiful.
Her beautiful home, full of all the stuff she could ever want, on the right side of town, working her dream job. All the boxes were ticked. She had no need for a man. She had no use for one. Why couldn't she get him off her mind.
Because you want him to fuck you, you thirsty bitch.
As she chuckled to herself her phone pinged. A rumbling outside alerted her hearing, but she just lifted the small device to eye level and unlocked it, he was here.
Walking outside she was met with a distressing sight. Perfectly explaining the noise she had ignored. She approached warily.
"Are you for real? What if I had a dress on?" She yelled, nervously laughing over the roar of the engine.
He switched the motorbike off and removed his helmet.
"But you're not wearing a dress, are you?"
Cheeky shit. Pulling a backpack off his shoulder he produced a helmet for her. Thank fuck she heated her hair dead flat and left it out. Her fingers reached out for the shiny black safety equipment.
"You will have to put this on too" He said, passing her the bag.
Fitting both items to her body she stood beside him, trying to keep her hands busy through the anxiety.
"Have you ever been on a bike before?"
"No"
"Hold on tight and lean with me into the corners"
All she could do was nod.
"Don't worry, I've got you" His hand extended out and faintly stroking her hip. "You'll have fun, trust me"
Again, her body betrayed her. Lighting up from his touch.
For 38 years she had managed to stay off one of these death traps, now she was presented with an opportunity. Bail and go back inside, or bite the bullet and jump on. Fuck it.
She jumped on the back, wrapping her thighs and arms around him before she chickened out. Vegeta took her sudden movement as a que for him to hurry up and get this over with. He chuckled putting his helmet on.
"Don't go too fast!" Bulma warned.
His head turned, the dark helmet completely hiding his features. But she knew he was smirking.
Loud piercing squeals woke something inside him. Maybe it was his love for banter. Or maybe it was the fact that, even though her shrills were loud to be heard through the wind and his helmet, she sounded like she was laughing.
He accelerated, making her arms wrap tighter around him. Of course he was going to take his bike. She said it herself. He was a talented flirt. And nothing got the ball rolling quite like danger and close physical touch.
They arrived in relatively the same condition as when they left her house. He had received a few small, playful slaps on his arm for going 'too fast'. However, he just welcomed more skin contact from her.
Cowboy boots, jeans and plaid, hay bales and country music were everywhere. The mission was to get her to laugh as much as possible. This was the perfect place to accomplish that.
"What would you like to do first?"
Her eyes jumped from one corner of the fair to the other. Deep blue eyes lit up as she found her target.
"Let's see how well you can really move that body"
Raising his eyebrow he followed her line of sight. He chuckled.
"Lead the way, cowgirl"
"Dork"
Endearment was a good start. Finally, He was getting into a rhythm with her. Her giggle only urged him on more. Watching her hand fly out as she turned around. He desperately wanted to grab it, bring her body in close again. But he resisted against every fibre in his body. Once he started he was not going to stop.
They walked across the fair toward the mechanical bull. Vegeta walked up and paid for two tickets alongside her protests.
"This is a date, you said so yourself"
"It's purely business Vegeta" She huffed. "I can pay for myself. I can claim it"
"This is how I treat all my dates, you wanted to experience it for yourself"
Dipping her eyes she studied him. "Fine"
"You're going first too"
"How chivalrous of you"
Handing him her bag and helmet she entered the ring. Straddling the mechanical bull. He sat down, making sure not to get too comfortable. Doubtful she would last more than a few moments. The machine started up like an engine. Slow at first, her hips rolled along with it. Well damn, she was good.
The faster it bucked, the tighter her grip became. He could see her thighs squeezing. Her hips rolled with the punches. Of course, after that display at the gym earlier in the day. He was convinced she also knew how to move her body. Lips sucked in air as he let out a tiny groan. His pants began filling out with his cock at the memory. It seems blowing his load twice had done nothing to curb his desire for her. How could it, he needed the real thing. Over and over.
Bulma was approaching 8 seconds. She was good. Just as he finished his thought she was tossed from the fake bull.
Laughing he stood up, holding out her items. She jumped the gate and ran over to him.
"Impressive Briefs"
"Beat 7.01 seconds, cowboy"
Handing her their items he entered the ring. Determined to beat her. Bragging rights for the rest of the night were hanging in the balance.
He threw his leg over the machine and got into position. Holding on with one hand the bull started up. Bucking and flipping him around. His legs held on as tight as they could. Shit, it was a good workout if nothing else.
He was thrown from the bull, he immediately sat up looking at the clock.
"4.23 ladies and gents"
His face spun around to find Bulma's, she was laughing hard.
"What the fuck…" He murmured.
Making his way back over to her, she couldn't or didn't want to contain her grin.
"Wow, that was...terrible"
"How the hell did you make that look so easy?"
"My parents have a ranch, I've had a few goes at a mechanical bull in my time"
"Cheater"
Giggling, again, damn it just lit him up. Fuck he wanted to kiss her.
"Are you hungry?" He asked.
"Ravenous"
Settling for hotdogs, they added their toppings and made their way to a table to eat.
"So, I need to know. In your experience... Is part of this preference for older women about having a sugar momma?"
Offense wasn't something he was used to feeling. But it bucked at his chest. "I have my own money, I don't need money" He said, scrunching up his rubbish in his hands.
"I wasn't inferring you did. I'm just curious"
"Well, sure, It's nice to be taken care of. Sometimes I pay for dinner, sometimes they do. I'm sometimes the gift giver, and sometimes the gift receiver. It should be equal. It is equal"
"That's an attractive attitude to have"
A slow tempo started on the overhead speakers, sitting just above them. His attention left her for a moment. Then returned with an ingenious idea.
"If this was a date, I would ask you to dance"
He caught her off guard, food still in her mouth. She snorted out air, coughing the food from her lungs while she hid her face from him. Chuckling and getting up, he went and sat around her side of the table beside her. He tapped her on the back.
"You're not meant to breath it in"
"Oh shut up, you dork" She finally said, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
He put his elbows up on the table and grinned at her.
"Do you usually slow dance with your dates? You really do like to make them feel special, don't you?"
"Wasted opportunity if I didn't, right?"
"Sure" Her hand pushed back hair behind her ear. "Especially since you can dance"
"So dance with me then"
She looked up at him, a cynical smile curving her sweet lips. "You don't give up do you?"
"Wasted opportunity on your part, honestly"
"Oh, more research?"
He stood up, offering his hand to her. She continued to furrow her eyebrows dubiously.
"Worried you'll enjoy it Briefs?"
Her lungs pushed out a laugh as her head turned away again. Her mind obviously running through the scenario. Her blues eyes came back around and she took his hand.
"Stop calling me that, it makes me sound like your elder"
Leading her out to a small patch of grass, his free hand slipped over her waist pulling her close. Her goofy laugh was freed from her throat as she blushed. He moved his feet and his hips in time with the smooth tempo.
"Feeling special yet?"
"Shut up"
As her sentence finished he lent his chest into her. Bending his neck down and placing his mouth near her ear. Her hair smelt of berries and vanilla. Fuck, he would love to know how the rest of her body smelt. Her body shivered in his arms, making his cock twinge again. Hopeful to be released soon.
"Why do you think you gravitate towards older women? Why do they fit into your life so well?"
Using his hand he pushed her hip gently, swinging her out and pulling her back in.
"I have a strong drive, I am driven. They can keep up with me"
"So not after arm candy?"
"Tch."
The music switched gears, Guitar riffs erupted as it changed to an upbeat song and sped up considerably. He led her body around, pushing and pulling her. Her face muscles were no longer able to contain her smile. It broke through as she spun around.
"Answer me one thing?" He asked.
"What's that?"
"After researching for your work, are you attracted to younger men?"
Heart thumping she followed his gaze, still moving around the small patch of grass. His masculine aftershave and tight, ripped body sending pleasure waves throughout her body.
"I've only ever been with men my own age"
"Well that doesn't really answer the question"
Thump.
"What is the question?"
Eyes searched his face, reading the unspoken messages. Typically he smirked. Cheeky, sexy shit.
"Would you like to try one?"
Deflect. Resist. "Try one, what?"
"Having sex with a younger man, see what it is like?"
Her throat seemed to close up, his body came close again. Hard but fluid. Remain professional she repeated in a mantra. Resist.
"Maybe, If I was attracted to one"
"Are you?"
She played the oblivious card, running out of options. "Am I what?"
"Stop dodging my questions, shit. Are you attracted to one?"
"I thought you like direct women?"
"You are direct Bulma"
"Am I?"
"Your body speaks too, you know that right? Your display in the gym was a pretty direct message"
Memories, not just from her mind, but her whole body flooded her system. She was beyond the point of blushing. The blood had pooled elsewhere. Damn it. Her body spun out away from him again, a strong arm never really releasing her brought her right back in. Her body pleasing to get closer, to have the material between them ripped away.
"So we are talking about me?"
"Obviously" He growled into her ear. "Sometimes I like chasing too" His deep husky voice vibrated inside her body.
"You think I'm playing a game?"
"No, I know you are working, but"
He took a long breath in. Time stopped. Damn it, don't stop fucking talking. But what?
"But?" She asked.
"Is work the only thing holding you back? This professional relationship will end soon, then what?"
"Yes, it will end soon" The music slowed down once more. "Then… I don't know"
He moved in closer to her. "I want to kiss you. I also want to respect your professional boundaries, but I can't hold myself back for much longer," his hot breath on her skin made her body shudder.
"Vegeta, I…"
A tap on the top of her head made her attention switch from him to the dark night sky. Her hands left his body. Another drop hit her hairline. Was it rain?
Before her thoughts could be gathered the downpour began. Heavy rain immediately soaking them. The smell of fresh rain overwhelmed her senses.
"Shit!" She tried covering her head with her hands.
"Come on"
Grabbing her hand and retrieving their items from the table, he led her toward the exit. Not letting up at all, the deluge continued as they sprinted toward the gate opening. Her heart was pumping, adrenaline polluting her blood, muscles buzzing from his touch, thoughts racing from his words, she couldn't stop laughing. Pure unadulterated euphoria surged through her.
They passed a big old tree, it's leaves and branches condensed and thick.
"Hold up," Bulma said, reaching out for his hand and pulling him to a stop.
Being led by her now, he turned to face her. "The bike is just over there"
"Let's just see if it will stop"
Looking down her hand was still in his, he had intertwined his fingers in hers. Softly rubbing his skin on hers. A pulsating sensation pumped between her thighs. Holding hands, really, that's what has you going? How old are you?
The internal monologue quietened down as her body shivered hard. From her wet clothes and the chemicals being released into her system. His hand slid up tenderly, stroking her cheek and cupping her cheek. Against her better judgement she slipped her hand over his, and looked into his eyes.
"Fuck I want to kiss you so badly" His husky voice sounded again.
She moaned unreservedly. His forehead rested on hers. Both their breathing intensified. The spark going between them undeniable. How could something feel so good and hurt at the same time. The tension was deafening inside her body, making her tense up.
Fuck.
"Then do it"
Urgently his hands grabbed her face and he pulled her into him. His lips, while soft, were still powerful and hungry. Her hands searched out for his hot, wet skin and wrapped around his neck, sneaking into his hair and pulling him closer. His groaning only made her feverishly push back on him. His teeth softly sunk into her bottom lip, pulling, teasing. He let go and she pushed her tongue eagerly between his lips, wildly caressing as his tongue pushed back.
So drunk on the moment, she hadn't noticed the rain had slowed almost to a stand still.
Her body protested as she pulled away slightly. More, she needed more. Watching his eyes open and his alluring features change from pleasure to confusion, she let go of his hair and stepped backwards. Her hands came up to her chest in protection.
For a moment he just stood there taking her in. "We should get out of these wet clothes"
Her body shivered, again, in agreement.
"I don't have any spare clothes"
"I have some you can borrow at my apartment, it's only a few blocks away from here"
His apartment? His clothes, oh shit. Alarm bells from her logical self were sounding.
"Ok, let's go"
She ignored them and gave in.