This chapter will flip between all three points of view. Pan's, Trunks', and a third person, reason being, is so you can see everything the way they see it, and also from a sort of distance. Don't worry; it'll be a good one… I hope.

WARNING: if you don't like lemons, don't read this chapter...

Chapter 7: Weightlessness

This girl would truly be the death of him, the way she was squirming in his arms. Moaning under his ministrations, it was the greatest feeling.

Pan's POV

His hands roamed my delicate frame as if I were to break. We both knew I wouldn't, but that is the person he is. His kisses like fire upon my skin, he's going to kill me with the slow teasing. I unconsciously grind my –still- clothed hips toward his. This is torture! He won't go in for the kill; I want it so badly it hurts. More quiet moans escape my lips as he nips and licks my skin, so close to my cleavage. I wonder what it's like for him, he knows how much he wants this, but won't give in. 'Trunks!'

Trunks' POV

Jeez, it's so damn hard. All I want to do is rip her clothes off and pound until she passes out. But I can't do it. I have got to take this slow, mess with her for a while. But not too long, or else she'll be turned off. But oh man, it's so hard. I move down the hem of her shirt and reach under and lift it above her head. But she's so eager it's crazy. Instead of the slow torment I was hoping, she quickly lifts her shirt off. There goes my control…

3rd Person

The two kissed passionately while their clothes were practically torn off in seconds. All they were left in, were their boxers, and thin underwear. Trunks became flustered when he tried to get rid of her bra, so he ripped it off, with minimal protest from Pan. "I never liked that one anyway." She whispered breathlessly. All he could do was smile, and then assault her breasts. Nipping, licking, and sucking, until her nipple was as erect as possible. And then, not to leave out the other, he began giving the same treatment to her other breast. She moaned and moaned under his touch. Oh, how good it felt. She was so close to release, by him just messing with her breasts.

He then began to move lower, and then lower, before she grabbed him by his lavender locks, pulling him into another kiss. "Shhh," she said, "its my turn." Not even a second later, she got up, straddling him, waiting for the next move. He was hard, and she could feel it. She then went lower, toward the goal. Her small, and crafty fingers pulling down his boxers. Her eyes began to widen at the sight in front of her. He looked at her, already scared of what was to come. She chuckled, for this was gonna be fun.

Pan licked his head, and he hissed. Swirling up and around. It was driving him insane! Then, at a moment unexpected, she took all of him in her mouth, going as deep as she could. A low growl tore from his throat.

Trunks' POV

My breathing is getting harder and harder to control. Dammit, why does she have to be so good at this? Shes going up and down, keeping it so tight, its almost unbearable. Soon I'm gripping the bedsheets, afraid I'm going to tear them apart. "P-Pan," I say panting. "I-I'm so... clo-..." and then my pleasure spills over into her mouth. And she doesn't miss a drop as she cleans me off. She grins as she comes back up to meet me with a kiss, slow and tantalizing. Just knowing that she has me on her lips, just turns my on again. I quickly flip her over, so my body covers hers.

The way her hair is fanned out, looking at me with mischief in her deep eyes, its a truly beautiful sight. With one hand holding me stable, I use the other to brush up her frame, and then bend to kiss her. She has no idea how much I really love her.

Pan's POV

This is killing me! but at the same time, I'm glad for the patience. Taking something new like this, at a pace we can both agree on. I know he wants me, and I want him, and I don't think either of us are going to be able to hold back for very long. I bring my hand down to his... Ahem... and touch it ever so slightly. His breathing picks up, and then I know.

3rd Person

Pan looked in his eyes and could tell, that going slow now, wasn't an option. All the control he mustered earlier was gone. He positioned himself at her -now soaking- entrance and whispered, "Ready?" She nodded her head, and he thrust in quickly. In half a second, her hymn was gone, and she was gasping for air. Her heart was beating so fast, it might just bust through.

He waited patiently for her to get used to his size. But that was a bit difficult because he was so huge. Then when she gave the okay, he began to move slowly. She moaned quietly, gaining in volume as the pain turned to pleasure. Soon, the pace sped up, faster, and faster. Trunks was doing exactly what he wanted, knowing that Pan could take it. Her long legs wrapped around him bringing him deeper still.

Minutes of this continual pounding, and they were still going at it. Her screams and his grunts echoed. Both hoping that no-one else could hear them. They where so close to the edge, one more thrust. Finally, it hit them like a ton of bricks.

Screaming each others names was like a chorus to the others ears. Then, Trunks bit into the sweet spot on Pan's neck, heightening both her orgasm, and the bond they shared. And simultaneously, Pan bit back. The feeling was absolutely incredible to the both of them. They felt weightless in the peak of it all. "I love you Panna." He whispered to her, before sleep over took him. She looked at her one and only, only to see him drifting into deep sleep. "I love you to... boxer boy." and kissed his forehead before falling asleep herself.

So... Lemony enough for ya? R&R! You know the drill. No flames needed.