Stoned out of her mind, Lindsey fell back on her bed, giggling madly. She couldn't remember why she came to the warehouse or even how she'd gotten there. Something bad had happened, but at the moment she couldn't remember what and she didn't want to remember. All she knew was she was hungry and horny. She pouted as she realized she was able to satisfy neither craving. Pulling her cell phone from her pocket, she stared at it for a long moment before she remembered she needed to turn it on. Giggling again, she managed to dial Gohan.

"What's up, babe?" came Gohan's voice over the phone.

"Hopefully you are," she answered.

Gohan sat up straight, slowly setting his book on the coffee table. He'd been lounging on the couch, reading, while most everyone else around him was enjoying a movie. It didn't interest him much. But the perky, playful sound of Lindsey's voice caught his attention. He hadn't heard her sound like that in ages.

"What do you mean? Where are you?" he asked, barely hoping to believe she was actually in a good mood for a change.

"I'm at the warehouse. I'm hungry. Will you bring me some food?"

"Sure, I can do that."

"Bring your sssexy self, too," she giggled.

"I'll be right there," he promised breathily. His heart was pounding and his hands were shaking as he hung up the phone. He stood and announced that he was going to meet his girlfriend, then left before anyone could say a word about it.

Twenty minutes later, Gohan nervously entered Lindsey's room at the warehouse, a bag of hot food in his hand. The lights were off, but a handful of candles glowed from their places on the dresser, their soft light reflecting into the room from the mirror.

Lindsey was laying back on her elbows, one leg stretched towards Gohan and the other bent at the knee, waving slowly side-to-side. She grinned playfully at him. "You come here often?"

"Oh, on occasion," he quipped, tossing the food onto the dresser. "I'm guessing you don't want your food first?"

"Nuh-uh," she said, jumping quickly to her feet. She closed the space between them and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. She covered his mouth with hers, tangling her fingers into his jet black hair.

Gohan closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, one arm wrapping around her back to pull her closer to him, the other grabbing her thigh to hold her up. He felt as though he could scream in victory. It had been so long, so very long, since they had embraced like this. Her body felt good in his arms. Her soft curves pressed against him, her hot mouth probing his. She tasted sweet and he sighed deeply, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

He pulled away from her mouth to trail wet kisses down her throat and across her collar bones. She threw her head back, the midnight black and fire engine red dreadlocks swinging. Gohan took a step forward, pressing Lindsey's back against the tall, wide post of the bed, freeing his hands to roam over her body. She pulled at his back, her nails raking his skin through his shirt. Running his hands over her breasts, he lowered his head to run his tongue along the valley between them. She gasped and pulled him closer, grinding her hips against him. He growled deep in his throat as he made his way up to her neck. Grabbing his hair at the base of his skull, she pulled his head back and stared deep into his eyes, both of them breathing hard. She kissed him furiously, dropping her feet back to the floor. She pulled at his shirt, breaking the kiss only long enough to slip it over his head. Her nails ran over the hard muscles of his chest, sending chills down his spine.

She kissed her way slowly down his chest and stomach, kneeling on the floor in front of him. She licked along the waistband of his pants, gently biting at the flat muscles of his lower stomach. She reached up and ran her manicured nails down his lower back, gripping the top of his belt and digging her nails into the soft flesh beneath it. Gohan groaned as he grew harder and his body strained at the restrictive jeans he wore. Lindsey ran her hands down Gohan's thighs and then back up, sliding over the hard bulge. He gasped and closed his eyes at her touch as she grinned devilishly. She slowly unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down, allowing him to break free of the restraint of the strong denim. She tugged his jeans down and breathed heavily over the thin material of his boxers. The sudden rush of her hot breath on him was torturous.

Reaching down and grabbing her by the shoulders, Gohan pulled Lindsey to a standing position and slid her black top off over her head. He cupped the swell of her pale breasts with both hands and covered one with his mouth. She leaned her forehead into his shoulder, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Harder," she whispered.

Smiling inside, Gohan lazily ran his tongue over her, teasing her, deliberately not obeying her command. She was breathing hard, clawing at his back.

"Harder," she whined.

Without warning, he suddenly complied, pulling her harshly into his mouth, his teeth gently scraping over her tight, sensitive skin. She yelped in pleasure and slid her hand inside his boxers, grabbing his hard length and encouraging him to continue. Gohan gave a throaty moan as the cool touch of her hand stroked him. He rocked his hips forward into her stroke, enjoying every tiny sensation. He couldn't take much more of this.

As if reading his mind, Lindsey suddenly pulled away, slipped out of her own jeans, and approached him once again, pushing him backwards towards the bed. He laid back, smiling at her naked figure as she climbed onto the bed over him. Knees on either side of his hips, she lowered her face to his and kissed him again, grinding herself against him. He ripped the boxers from his legs and cast them aside. He arched his hips up towards her, but she pulled away, still teasing.

"Please," he breathed, "I have to have you."

She lowered herself to grind against him again, the heat from her body driving him mad. He was so hard, it ached. He longed to feel her around him.

She slowly kissed his neck, working her way down, running her tongue over his chest. She moved lower, kissing the inside of his thigh, scraping her teeth against his leg so torturously close, her lips barely brushing the tip of him.

He dug his fingers into the bedsheets, arching his back and groaning. She crawled back up, pressing her chest against him, smiling as he writhed beneath her.

"How much do you love me?" she giggled, wiggling her hips against his.

"More than anything," he answered, breathing heavily. "More than anything in the entire world."

His eyes were pleading as he raised his hips once more. And then, suddenly, he felt the blissful wet warmth of her slide over him. He moaned loudly as she gave a sharp gasp.

"Oh, fuck, yes," she whispered, her quiet voice shaking.

She thrust her hips against him, every movement faster and harder than the last. He met her pace as she sat up and arced her back, giving him a full view of her body. He ran his hands over her, bringing them to rest on her hips, pulling her down onto him over and over.

Incoherent thoughts raced in Gohan's mind, threatening to distract from the moment. Why was she. . . What changed. . . When. . . Did it matter. . . He pushed every thought from his mind. He was in ecstasy and nothing was going to ruin this moment. He'd waited for this for so long.

He drove deeper into her, filling her completely, her body clutching at his hard length, velvety soft and fiery hot all at the same time. Her cries of pleasure mingled with his groans as their tension built. Faster and faster, their bodies met until finally she cried, "Gohan. . . I'm. . . I'm. . ."

Feeling himself close as well, he suddenly sat up, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her down onto him in one final, powerful thrust as pure, white-hot bliss rocked both their bodies in a moment that seemed to last for eternity, yet was over too soon.

Their bodies shook against each other as they gasped for air. Gohan leaned the side of his face against her chest as he exhaled a long, satisfied sigh. They stayed that way for several minutes, neither wanting to break the connection between their bodies.

When she finally slid off his lap, a rush of cold air hit him as she lay down beside him sleepily. Still high, satisfied, and all hunger forgotten, she smiled lazily up at her fiancé. He lay down on his left side, his forehead barely touching hers.

"You are amazing," he whispered.

She kissed him softly. "No. You are." And with that, she quickly drifted off to sleep.

He watched her sleep, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She seemed happy, like her old self again. She had been playful and giggly and something in Gohan's heart leaped at the thought of it. Pulling the heavy blankets over both of them, he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.