Liaisons
Battling Bodies Fancy feasts and Smokin' Sex
AN: OK do you really want to read this? Is this going to appease those who hate Trunks or love the chemistry and fights between our protagonists?
This is so wrong... he thought
Hair flared as both Saiyians were powered up... the surreal ness of the situation was not loss on Trunks. His mind had split like his personality. One part of him wanted this fight, relishing in it; as though reliving a past time, where this fight seemed right. However, the uptight, problematic, worrying Trunks didn't want the fight. Both, both sides though, wanted the girl. The war raged but he had already lost.
She was strong, powerful and wanting, needing to extract revenge. She had anger and
regrets. This made for a deadly combination and then she felt dejected. He had caused all of this. The raw ache had metamorphed into a blinding pain and he was not getting away with it; he was not escaping.
Out of concern for her welfare, Trunks stayed powered up. Her ferocity though had no match. He blocked all of Pan's attacks, allowing her to vent. Then Pan realized that that was what he was doing and suddenly she stopped throwing punches and charged him full force; ramming him and managing to knock out his breath. He faltered in the sky and dropped. However his recovery was hampered when she bounced off his initially and rammed full bodied into him sending them both into the ground.
Luckily, they ended up far from the city buildings and into a park. But if she continued to fight blindly, he would have to maneuver her out of the city. As he lay in the grass, his eyes looked up to see Pan powering up above him. For a sec he thought that she was going to send a Kame-ha wave and Trunks wasn't so sure of which direction to reflect it.
"I hate you!" she yelled instead.
The hurt in his heart was nothing compared to the half of his self that agreed with her. He hated himself for doing this to them to her...
The Man/boy he was though could not take that rejection (no one had ever said that to him).
"No!" he yelled, it came off a as question a disbelief something to change her mind- a defiant 'no'.
Pan was hovering in a baby doll lingerie – gold spiky hair looming over him looking perfect...
"No, Pan" he flew from the ground, bear hugging her and powering up. His actions swift enough to catch her off guard. He was able to move them back to the balcony of the room. Once there he tried placating her with soft words while holding her in a Super Saiyian Vice grip.
"Please, Please, Pan calm down."
"No, no Trunks you ruin everything, you always have... I wish- Oh Kami you can't understand..."
Pan was devastated. She just could t be caught up with him and his weasely ways.
"Understand what- please I know you don't hate me"
"Trunks I do hate you... I do, I do...you never will let me be me!" She yelled and pleaded.
"That's not true; I don't want you to be anything but you, Pan!" Trunks began to speak in a softer tone to calm her down, he was still unsure if he could hold her to help her out,
"No, I just can't be me, I... you... don't want me..." dejectedly her eyes fell from his face.
This was finally the truth... though Pan didn't wholly think this, some part of Trunks, either Baby Trunks, or Trunks the boy man... her best friend... there somewhere was a part that wanted her... But the rest of him just didn't; couldn't...
Emphatically, "That's not true," he whispered.
Pan began to cry... "Yes- yes you you only want me to 'handle things' that's it its wrong and you know it. That was so unfair, I realized that, and that was all you wanted."
The bare truth of that hurt worse than the rejection... It was the epitome of being used, and feeling not worthy of anyone ..."Trunks you have been unfair to me, you got to be fair..."
"No, no I can't let you do this."
"Why Trunks why? If you care for me even a bit. You have to stop interfering in my life..."
"No, that's not what I meant Pan... Trust me please... I want you- I do- every part of me needs you, but I can't let you giver yourself away – not even to me"
"I hate you" Pan started it one more time.
"Kami, Pan Stop."
"No, you stop- I need something, I die each time you're screwing around- every part of me is screaming - begging and nothing, not training, not anything- It's my life... my mistakes, my body... This thing you do to me is stronger than I am..."
She stopped crying – it was useless anyhow... she would jus t rather die. It felt like this anyway...
Trunks recognized her dejection, he felt it himself and he worried...
"Please go... leave me then Trunks"
"I can't...I don't think I can ever leave again..."
He sighed pulling her to him finally... resting his chin on her head...
They stood there for a minute...
He gathered all his strength and control... He couldn't let her think the way she had been thinking... and this diminished his resolve...too many times he had unfairly denied her, him, both the fulfillment.
He grabbed at her waist. And blasted them tumultuously into the bedroom of the hotel...
Before she protested, he kissed her fully...he cradled her face lovingly, gently even in their state of super Saiyian...
In that kiss he conveyed what he had never been able to tell her or himself... he loved her... and he could protect her from the preconceived notion of wrong or right...
As though a switch had flipped on in Pans head... she recognized that this time, this kiss was vastly different form the other before...Trunks was not demanding pleasure... not trying to excite her or tempt her...this was not Baby, not Ryan induced jealousy...this was the man she loved kissing her holding her with passion, she dreamed of...
And the butterflies flew in a jumbled spiral in her stomach...
Her lips were so agreeable so sweet. Trunks brushed her cheek and followed the trail with moist breath. His sigh and purring noise lapped at her ear and she felt a shiver carouse from her head to her toes.
He followed the angle of her ear and the contours of her neck kissing and sucking gently... Pan leaned into him overwhelmed by this sensation,
"Uh" she moaned softly.
That was prompt enough to set Trunks off... It was like her laughter, when they were on the grand tour, it brought him fully erect... all thoughts escaped but one...
From her neck he pulled at the black negligee tearing the satin as though it was tissue; exposing twin peaks...
He bent down holding her waist...and began to gently suck the exposed flesh...
Pan was falling down in her mind, and held on to Trunks ministrations, breathing heavy... her arousal and satisfaction of his assault joyful...
He could scent her excitement- stronger than ever- he could hear her soft moans, and the power of it drove him forward, he would never cheat her of this again...
Just like that the remaining shreds of her negligee were torn form her, including her soaked black panties...
Her hands gripped his hair as he dipped lower along her abdomen...
"Trunks, oh Trunks"
Before his mouth fully engaged her flower, he said, "Pan I'm sorry – please- yes..."
He gripped her thighs as they begun to close involuntarily, at the unfamiliar touch...
Pan hadn't even realized that she was lying down on the bed, "Oh Trunks!"
He feasted on her tender flesh like a ravenous Saiyian... her could feel the twitch of her mound and delved gently into her center, relishing in her 'pleases, and yeses and Oh god, and no's"
He was thankful his hair couldn't be ripped out as Pan tugged tormentally on it... He sensed her tension and building of the tidal wave...
"Oh, Oh Oh Trunks-"
Kami would his conceited mind ever stop wanting to hear her in throes of passion? Passion that only he would elicit from this perfect creature...
His tongue worked her clit bringing her closer to climax (forgive me) he thought... begging for redemption for withholding her from these pleasures this need...
"Nah, oh, oh, Trunks!"
"Oh Kami he thought..."
Pan tightened her grip on his head and shoulder, her body tensed as it prepared for its climax... Trunks kept a steady throbbing pressure, for a continued state...
She tensed and relaxed and tensed again... as she rode the collapsing wave of pleasure.
Her juices were warm and honeyed...
Oh, she was ripe and wet... weeping, he reached for her and kissed her, letting her taste herself... his kiss was hungry but was received and matched... he slid up her body, removing one leg from his pants, and then the other... he was enjoying the smoothness of her body, his fingers pressed between her legs, and he massaged her lips, widening them... and he guided his throbbing member into her tight wet, warm sheath...
"Kame, Trunks"
'I can't fuck her, I can't fuck her'
"Trunks what are you saying?" Pan asked...
Her words had interrupted his mantra...Trunks had to stop concentration so hard over his guilt and remember the person he was with, and what he was really doing... he wasn't fucking Pan per se...
He needed a cigarette...His bad habit of late was getting tedious, but his mind and body and soul was frazzled...short circuited, at the moment.
He fumbled in the dark, trying to locate his jeans... had he kicked them to the left or the right? He was careful not to disturb Pan...
She eyed him though, lazily- not sleeping... She watched as he walked into the other room... She was upset for a moment thinking he was leaving... but her Saiyian hearing head the lighter and though he was probably by the balcony she could smell the smoke.
Peering around the bed, she found only his shirt... she buttoned it up and went top stay close to Trunks...
"Did I wake you?" he asked then indicated to the cigarette, "This bothering you?"
"Ah no" she said... She wanted to get closer and hold him... Just to be sure he had not been a dream... She was praying though that he wouldn't spoil this by leaving or apologizing- her fear was that she didn't know what was next...
Trunks however, held the cigarette in the other hand toward the door and extended the other to her...
Graciously she fell into his side and he pulled her close.
Pan was trembling though she wasn't cold.
She was well aware how nervous she was and she reached for his cigarette...
"Ah, are you sure?" he asked amused.
She shrugged and mocked his usage... Pan pulled air through the filter, being careful enough not to take too big of a drag. She trembled as she exhaled...
"That good? Eh Pan?" he laughed lightly...
She giggled but gave the cigarette back to Trunks. He pulled a final drag and crushed it.
Pan was not sure what she should do no, only hoping that he didn't want to talk... Right now a claming in-between moment was what she needed...
Trunks expectantly thought that Pan would be giggling and acting silly, but remembered that that was never her way...she was a content person who likes quiet moment... Perhaps, the memory tickled his mind... this was what they were like when the use to be best friends...but he hoped she was not too tire, for he was not finished with her yet...
Trunks didn't want to ponder any more, except for making love to Pan... He had to make up for all the wrongs, for staring this in the first place... the whole scenario, this was his penance...
He peered into the bedroom, and Pan was propped up with the pillows... She had straightened the sheets... he crawled to her on the bed...
"This size bed is much better that yours..." he told her.
"Mmm, yeah but mine was cozy..." she smiled sweetly at him.
He pulled off his jeans again and settled into bed next to her- but before he kissed her he got a cold chill...
"Uhh"
"Yeah, ah ... sorry you get the wet spot." She told him flippantly...
Trunks blinked... looked and said, "nahh, I'll just stay on top of you!"
'Ah Trunks, that's not fair!" she yelled.
He laughed, "Too bad." And then he kissed her.