A/N: OKAY I SWEAR, LAST ONE. No more updates until there's a few more reviews. I'm not giving anyone time to read!
Warnings: Lemon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or anything affiliated with it.
-MalRev
Spectre
14
Going to school seemed pointless in the face of everything that had been happening. I considered rolling over in bed and sleeping the day away but I knew I'd never hear the end of it if I did. My limbs felt stiff as I rolled out from underneath my warm sheets and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I sat very still; staring at the floor as memories came rushing back. What if he left? What if he never came back again? I'd be cursed to live alone for the rest of my life.
Thoroughly exhausted, I reached up to fluff out my hair and squealed in pain. My wrist fell limp in my lap and I was surprised to see that it had been wrapped up and bandaged while I was asleep. I furrowed my brow as I turned my wrist and hissed again when a burning sensation lanced up my arm. Ouch. Goku must have taken it upon himself to bind my wounds while I was asleep. Nice, but kinda creepy.
I noticed my other wrist was wrapped up tightly as well. That didn't make sense—I hadn't hurt that hand. He probably made a mistake and just left it alone so he didn't wake me up. I managed to tear through the thick strips until the bandages fell away from my skin.
There were angry red marks that stung upon contact and contrasted starkly with my pale skin. I blinked in shock. When had that happened? Moving my fingers sort of hurt but it was bearable. As I exercised my muscles to see if I could even maneuver a pen, realization dawned upon me.
He got on top of me and pinned my wrists teasingly to the mattress. "Gotcha!"
Goku and I had been too distracted by our passions to notice he was pressing down a little too hard on my wrists. It would probably take a few days before I was capable of writing again so there was no point in going to school. I was relieved by that fact. I could avoid seeing Bulla for a while longer until she simmered down and didn't hate me anymore.
Someone knocked on my door and I absently said, 'come in' while examining my wrist. Jeez, did this sort of thing happen frequently with Goku? He was strong but I didn't think some pressure would cause me so much pain. Maybe it was a good thing that he called it off last night.
"How'd you sleep?"
I looked up. Goku was standing by my door, not fully inside the room yet. He was hesitant; he wanted my approval. I shrugged indifferently and covered my wrist with my palm.
"Fine," I said. "You?"
He rubbed the back of his head. "Pretty bad. I came in here earlier to check on you and noticed your wrists. I'm sorry." He held out his hands with his palms face up and smiled sheepishly. "Big hands are clumsy and humans are more breakable than I remember."
When I lay back, Goku shut the door and sat on the bed beside me. I flung an arm over my eyes so I didn't have to look at him. I was embarrassed. We'd kissed and almost did a lot more than that. Now I was falling fast and hard; I was in a whirlwind of emotion that never slowed down.
The Saiyan crossed his legs Indian style, keeping a foot or two of space between us. "I… I wanted to apologize for last night. That was very wrong of me."
"Yup. Fine. Whatever you say."
"We shouldn't be doing things like that. You're still in high school and I'm married. It was a big mistake and I'll support you all the way if you want to tell someone. You shouldn't be afraid and keep it a secret. I'd understand if you want to let all our friends know so they can stay away from me."
"You don't need to be a drama queen about it." I peered up at him from beneath my elbow. He looked hopeful. "I wanted you to so I don't need to tell anyone, simple as that."
"Are you sure?" he asked, twiddling his thumbs.
"Positive. Why don't you go home and see Chi-Chi? I'm gonna sleep all day until the throbbing goes away, so nothing exciting's going on here. You can talk to her and get some space from me."
Goku shifted and moved closer to me. "So you're not upset? But I hurt you."
"It's no big deal," I said. "I get how it is with you people. Like I said, I wanted it, too. The age thing is sort of a downer though and you are married to Chi-Chi so I understand why you want to get fresh air. If you keep worrying you'll make things ten times worse than they already are."
My arm was pulled away from my face and Goku gently restrained it close to my head. He was eyeing me intently, now leaning halfway across my body. I scowled. He'd finished telling me how sorry he was five minutes ago and he was already back to seducing me. I was gonna get whiplash if it kept up.
"So… you don't want to tell anyone?" he clarified. He was speaking slowly, letting each word slide off his tongue at its own pace. He wanted to be sure he wasn't encroaching on dangerous territory.
"I'm not gonna repeat myself fifty times. No, I'm not going to tell anyone. I want to respect you and your wife because you're all supporting me through a tough time. I don't want bad feelings with anyone in our group. Telling them that we had an infinitesimal couple of kisses could disturb the balance. So, Goku, you and I are going to keep quiet about it and pretend it never happened."
He released my arm at that moment and tenderly cupped my cheek in his rough palm. I groaned inwardly. Now he was making it impossible for me to say no. Could we ever turn back?
"Can it happen one more time?" he asked meekly.
Oh, goddammit.
I twisted my fingers in his hair and pulled Goku into a deep kiss that he was more than happy to return. Screw marriage. What did it matter? We weren't together or anything; we were messing around with one another to try to feel something. I knew I did. Every time his chest rumbled with a moan my heart gave a little leap. He wanted me and I wanted him.
Goku pulled away, panting. "This is the last time though. I swear it."
"Sure, sure, whatever."
Our mouths met again. I tugged on his thick, black hair, steadily losing my shyness as Goku crept on top of me and pressed his body close to mine. My eyes slid open curiously to watch the muscles in his arms tense as he clenched the bed sheets to rein himself in. I'd seen him half naked plenty of times but now it was so much different. I was the one making him strain and try to gain some semblance of control.
I stretched my fingers across his back and carefully ran my nails across his smooth skin. Yet again I had forgotten the searing pain in my wrists in place of admiring Goku's flawless body. He broke our kiss and moved on to kissing my neck, biting down so hard I could have sworn blood was drawn. My nails dug into his flesh to anchor my body beneath his; to keep me from rubbing against him like a cat in heat.
But Goku beat me to it. The sheets next to my head tore as he jerked forward to grind the hot stiffness against me, bringing another wave of emotions I had to tackle. It was wrong to a degree beyond my comprehension. We were breaking all the rules. It still felt good. I mewled in pleasure and wrapped my legs around his waist without a second thought, instinctually raising my hips to his.
My eyes were closed but I could practically feel him grinning at me, watching rapturously as I writhed between his arms. It felt so good. He slowed his pace to gentle thrusts and the intense pleasure became more muted, slowly building towards a breaking point. I moaned as one of his hands slid beneath my shirt and slithered upwards. What was the breaking point?
"Does this… feel good or something?"
"Quiet," I whispered. "Just keep doing it."
His fingertips brushed the bottom of my breast. I shivered slightly, not used to the touch, but he gradually moved his hand forward until his thumb settled upon my pert nipple. The heat coiled in my belly intensified tenfold and I eagerly pushed into Goku, struggling to bring myself to the edge.
"I'm still not sure if it feels good, though."
"It does. If it didn't I wouldn't be… I wouldn't be…"
He raised an eyebrow, grinning. It was the smuggest look I'd ever seen. "C'mon, finish your sentence."
When I refused to answer he took the collar of my shirt in one hand and tore downwards so the fabric fell off me in two pieces. I yelped in surprise and my arms instantly came to my chest to preserve my modesty but Goku caught them halfway, pinning my wrists yet again on either side of my head. His black eyes roamed across my nakedness like he was seeing the sunrise for the first time. An uncomfortable blush flooded my cheeks.
He dipped his head to give my breasts attention, leaving the pulsating desire strangely dissatisfied. I wanted to feel him pushing into me. Why couldn't he forget the boring stuff and get to the good part? God, I was going crazy just thinking about how it would feel.
I whined impatiently. "Can we take our pants off yet?"
"No." He suckled on my nipple and used his free hand to lavish the other one. "We're not doing that. I can't do it to you."
"But if we take our pants off we can still do this and—"
"Marron, I said no."
"It's only sex," I insisted, eyes rolling with pleasure. "What's… what's the big deal?"
"Everything about it is a big deal. We're going to do this, and I'm going to make you feel good. I'm not going to take anything else away from you." Goku leveled his gaze with mine, suddenly very serious. "You'll have a clearer head soon and you'll be happy I kept our pants on."
What a bother. I sighed dramatically and dropped back down on the bed as he slipped his arms under my back to hold me close to his body. Clear head? How could I possibly see any clearer? I'd admitted to myself that I was attracted to Goku and let him bring me to… oh. Oh.
Ooh.
I gasped in mingled ecstasy and surprise as the pleasure suddenly hit an electric plateau, suddenly shoving me off the edge of the cliff before I realized I had reached it. My sheets ripped even more as my gasp became a more pronounced mewl of enlightenment; I had finally found the brink. It prickled through me without end and Goku quickly rolled on his back to hold my hips where he wanted them. He arched back into my pastel pink pillows, reaching his peak with an inhuman growl.
The waves of pleasure receded, pulled by the moon of reality.
Both of us were panting and sweat beaded on Goku's broad chest. He swallowed, making his Adam's apple bob, and grinned cheekily at me. I was still trembling from the aftershock. It had to be an orgasm. That was what Bulla called it.
I stared blankly at Goku's goofy smile. His hands were still resting casually on my hips, completely comfortable with the intimate contact. We had done something bad.
Goku cocked his head, beginning to frown. "Are you okay? Did you feel it?"
Frozen like a statue, I managed a nod.
The Saiyan exhaled loudly and sat up so I was sitting between his legs. He drew me into his arms and hugged me gently, stroking my hair as I gazed into the distance over his shoulder. I was still shaking. We had definitely done something bad. I'd let my desire take control like some kind of animal.
"I'll be right back," he murmured. "I kind of need to change. Stay right here."
Instant transmission left me sitting alone in my bed, hunched over pitifully. My hips hurt.