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Two years ago
it had been a day of firsts…

It was Trunks' twenty-sixth birthday, and his first day living on his own. He had recently purchased a skyloft Penthouse in the most luxurious loft the city had to offer and I had to admit, it was very impressive. All the hours he had spent away from his friends…away from me, to be able to afford this privacy had finally paid off; but as I stood in the balcony taking in the beauty of the skyscrapers reaching well over the horizon I couldn't help but feel helpless.

"This is perfect hun" I heard Bulma's excited voice say to Trunks from inside the apartment where the party was taking place. "I can definitely see you here with a wife and kids" I imagined her winking at him. 'Straight through the heart' I thought, it hurt so much just picturing him with another woman in his arms, I didn't know if I would be able to bear it if it were to happen.

I couldn't remember exactly when I had become so possessive of him, just that I woke up one day and realized how gorgeous and faultless he was. In a way it had sickened me, Trunks had been there for as far as I could remember; he had been another uncle figure. Who in their right mind fell in love with their relatives? When I thought about having the same feelings, the thoughts I had for and of Trunks for my uncle Goten I felt disgusted. But what was the difference? To this day I couldn't figure out the answer to that question.

"Miss I don't think we've been introduced" his voice broke my thoughts and when I saw him, I couldn't help the blush that crept on to my cheeks. He was dressed in black slacks and a button up, accompanied by a tie that only intensified the color of his eyes. He was looked astonishing.

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" I smiled at him from where I stood awaiting his familiar greeting. He hugged me tightly yet casually, very appropriately. "You look beautiful" he flashed me that smirk of his that made me weak at the knees. "Dresses suit you well, but from what I hear some of my co-workers already made you aware of that". They did in fact, every single one of them. I hadn't expected Trunks' new buddies to attend his birthday party, but even less, a swarm of men gawking at me like fresh meat—even though in a sense, I was. Sixteen years old, zero relationship record, no current boyfriend, in conclusion—virgin.

"They did" my eyes rolled unintentionally as I pulled back from his embrace.

"Be careful around them" he said sternly, like a parent would to their mischievous child.

"Ok Dad"

"Pan, if you were my daughter you'd be in a nunnery" he laughed, but I didn't find it funny. I didn't see him as my babysitter, my uncle, and definitely not my dad. "No man would lay a finger on you" he kept taunting me and he hadn't even realized how angry he had made me. I pushed him out of my way and headed to the edge of the balcony, I wanted to get as far away from him as I could until I could cool myself down. I knew how childish I looked; pouting over another one of his stupid jokes, but it really did hurt and the tears were beginning to sting my eyes.

His footsteps followed closely behind me and I climbed on top of the railing holding myself to the pillar on the corner of the building, not knowing where else to go.

"Woah, what are you doing?" Trunks ran closer towards me and stopped dead in his tracks when I tried to balance myself in the death trap heels I wore. This was a mistake; I could barely stand with them on flat ground, my first priority was distancing myself from him and then finding a way to get back on to the balcony floor safely.

"Trunks go away" I didn't want him to see the tears that were threatening to fall, it was so embarrassing; specially when I couldn't tell him, my closest friend, what caused them. "Panny, I'm sorry if I said something that upset you. Did something happen between you and your dad? Come down so we can talk about it…like old times" the music inside had gotten louder, but I heard him clearly…the way he was starting to choke on his words. Nervous.

"I can't" I told him with a sad smile. I really couldn't—I would lose him completely and I didn't know if I was mentally ready for that.

"Pan, please come down" his voice was filled with worry. He was very cautious while approaching me— as though he didn't want to startle me with sudden movements. I couldn't understand why he was so worried, was I forever going to be the pestering kid he had to look after?

I didn't budge from the top of the railing and his brows creased. "I'm begging you" he said through clenched teeth as he extended his arm towards me. "Grab my hand" his voice was pleading me and his eyes demanded it; I had never seen him so on edge, not even in fights and for some strange reason I found it amusing.

The temperature had dropped several degrees since that afternoon and the short, white summer dress I wore did little to protect me from the icy wind that was blowing. A shiver ran through my body making me fidget against the cold pillar that I was holding on to and I almost lost my balance.

" Pan!" his scream came out hoarse.

"Trunks its ok, I'm an angel; I can fly" I said it matter-of-factly and looked into his eyes, smiling to reassure him that everything was alright. I didn't want to see that pained expression in his face anymore. "And where are your wings Panny?" his face was weary and his breath was visible in the air and I noticed him scanning me, analyzing the situation; going through every possible scenario in his head on how to remove me from the balcony rail before I accidently took a plunge to my imminent death.

"Right here" I let go of the pillar and extended my arms out and high pretending they were the most majestic size—then I saw the glint in his eyes. The fall happened so quickly that I had not comprehended what had happened until I was on the ground on top of Trunks. Our hair disheveled, his tie made into a complete mess, the straps of my dress hanging loosely at the sides of my arms…we had never been in this position before, me straddling his waist as he held mine and my hands firmly pressed against his chest. I had always fantasized it, but never in a million years would I have guessed I would actually be this close to him, welcoming the proximity with all of my being, the warmth radiating from his skin onto mine, the sound of his heart beat hammering against my palms. It was a funny thing how time changed people, the boy I looked to for protection when I was merely a baby, became a man who's embrace I sought and I cursed the heavens for making me so much younger than he was. It wasn't fair that the one thing I desired most I could not have.

"I just caught an angel, I must be the luckiest guy on Earth" he could tease me now that I wasn't standing on a ledge. I had enough of the over protection and the teasing; I was tired of being treated the same way as his younger sister.

"Trunks, you can stop babysitting me now. I'm not a little girl anymore; I can take care of myself" my voice sounded sad, probably matching the expression in on my face. I hoped it with all my might, that one day he would see me for the woman I was becoming. "I know Panny" one of his hands left my waist and caressed my cheek. "I have to get use to it, I'm sorry" his smile was sincere and I hated the fact that he was oblivious to what his touch did to me and how much I wanted him to desire me…to hold me.

I knew what I was about to do would make him stay away from me, but I needed some sort of closure; once he rejected me I would be force to face reality—that no matter how much I dreamed about us being together it would never happen, after all, I knew the feelings I had for him would not be reciprocated.

My hands were trembling, but I wasn't quite sure whether it was from the cold or my nerves. "I grew up Trunks" it came out in a whisper. I stared down as a placed my hand over the one that he held my hip with and guided it down, slowly, to the end of the hem of my dress. I heard him hold his breath when I curled our fingers around the fabric and pushed it gradually up to my thigh. "You think I haven't noticed that?" he said harshly as he brought my face closer to his, our lips merely an inch apart. "An angel…" he scoffed cynically. "More like my own personal, demon." He caressed my bottom lip with his thumb. "When are you going to stop tempting me Pan?" What was he saying? It didn't make sense. I was frozen in place, wondering if I had actually fallen off that balcony and somehow made it to heaven.

I was at a loss of words; all I could do was gaze at his translucent eyes until his lips met mine and my body temperature began to rise. The roughness of his kiss told me how long he had waited for it and I hoped the yearning in my eyes would tell him the same.

He snickered to himself "I'm going to hell" he rested his forehead against mine and I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth that radiated from it.

"Then I'm coming with you" I took in his lips again, softly this time caressing every inch of his tongue.

It was the day I received my first kiss, the first time Trunks had even insinuated he felt the same way I did, the day we sinned… and I was on top of the world.