Chapter 11

A/N: Hi all! This chapter is a little long, partly because of the song lyrics I kind of jammed in there every so often, LOL. But they make sense with what's happening, I swear! If anyone wants to know what songs they belong to, just ask me in a PM or in a review and I'll post it in my note for next chapter! For those of you that don't like that, just skip 'em. They're not central to the story, but they helped inspire me to continue writing this, hehe. Aaaanywayyyy...I plan to start writing the next chapter tonight, and hopefully have it up in a few days. Bear with me! You guys are the best for being so loyal!

Also:-

A VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: This chapter is rated M for what happens later on, throughout most of it. If you don't like/don't want to read the "lemon-y" section, then don't read past the paragraph after the third set of song lyrics. Thanks to all, and please enjoy and review!

Sayah suddenly shot upright, her eyes wide and trying to draw a breath like she'd been deprived of oxygen. She was breathing rapidly, her hands clutching her head like it was about to explode. "Oh god, oh god…" She kept repeating those two words like they would help make sense of what she'd just uncovered. She gulped, trying to dissuade the nausea that kept biting at her throat, and closed her eyes so tight she was seeing spots.

"Sayah?"

Upon hearing his voice, her body immediately responded before her mind could even process what it'd done. She felt herself relax and slowly opened her eyes, feebly moving her hands off her head and onto the marble floor, chilling them. She gradually began to look up, as if moving too fast would cause her to have nausea again, but when her emerald eyes met his fuchsia ones, her breathing slowed to a normal, gentle pace, and she felt a wave of relief pass over her, as if he gave her comfort and security. She knew he wanted to say and ask so many things, but he didn't, choosing to watch and wait instead, which she made a mental note to thank him for later.

Something about her demeanor almost worried him (if he even believed he was capable of worrying…), and he knew that she had most likely recalled another memory in her slumber. He kept his face stoic and, as usual, showed no emotions, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her get up and move a strand of hair out of her face. He noted how beautiful he still considered her, and realized that no matter how she looked or what she wore, the attraction was there, and probably wouldn't ever go away. He tried not to think about her rejection of his proposal, knowing that he'd convince her one way or another to go with him wherever he went, mainly off this wretched planet called Earth.

"I know my name."

Cell paused a moment before realizing what she meant. "Your name before you met Dr. Gero," He responded, as more of a statement rather than a question. He watched her nod and take a few steps in his direction, placing her hands on her arms, and he stayed still, simply watching her figure approaching him.

"Yes…" She trailed off, stopping a few feet from him and biting her bottom lip nervously. She was lost in her thoughts for a moment before looking back at him and laughing awkwardly. "What am I doing? You're supposed to be preparing for your tournament tomorrow. I shouldn't be bugging you with this!" She laughed dejectedly, waving a hand at him and turning around to walk away. She'd taken a couple of steps when she felt someone grab her wrist, stopping her. She looked down at their hand and traced up the arm back to its owner, who of course, was Cell. She paused, meeting his eyes and trying not to blush under his intense gaze.

"Tell me."

Sayah froze, feeling as he let go of her and she swiveled back to face him, placing her hands on her arms again. "Tell you what? My name?" She asked, knowing full well that that was what he wanted to know, but not knowing if she even believed that what she'd dreamt was real.

"Yes…your real name, Sayah Sparks." Cell replied, watching her curiously. She seemed to be acting strange; he always imagined she'd be happy and excited to find out her actual name, so he couldn't understand why she was acting this way.

Sayah smiled at him, knowing he was trying to cheer her up, in his own way. She didn't understand what she was feeling – it was almost a mixture of excitement yet, at the same time, fear. More fear than anything else…but why? Could it be because she still couldn't remember who her parents were? Or anything about herself? Or if her parents would even recognize her? She didn't know any of the answers to those questions, she didn't even know what she'd looked like before meeting Dr. Gero. It was almost as if learning her name had given her more questions than answers, and she didn't know if she'd ever get all the solutions she wanted…

She came back from being lost in her thoughts and realized that she'd been standing there just staring at him the whole time. Her eyes widened and she tried to hide her blush, turning around and putting her hands on her cheeks. She cleared her throat and laughed nervously, trying to compose herself before turning back to face him. "Sorry…I guess I got lost in my own thoughts," She paused, smiling at him, "But, if the memory I just had was right, then…my real name is Sayah Sato. Well, Sayah Mireya Sato, to be exact."

Cell crossed his arms again and looked her up and down, nodding once he was done scrutinizing her. "Hmm. It suits you."

Sayah laughed, almost missing the smile that briefly flickered on his lips when she did so, and waved her hand at him, placing the other on her hip. "Why thank you! Although…I think all this 'remembering' has made me feel like I need to wash away some of the worry that it brought with it. So, I think I'm going to take a bath in my usual spot. Get some R&R before your tournament tomorrow." She smiled and winked at him, noticing as he straightened his shoulders when she mentioned his tournament, any hint of a smile disappearing from his face. Her smile softened and she turned around, walking back to her corner of the ring and hearing as he turned around as well, assuming his familiar meditative stance.

She walked over to the duffel bag she'd brought with her, her thoughts ruminating on the fact that Cell's tournament was really taking place the following day. She knew he'd never call it off or change his mind about going forward with it, and she wouldn't even bother trying to convince him otherwise – she knew it was futile. She felt something pulling in her chest, as if she had a knot right in her heart when she thought about what could happen if Cell won. Well, more like when he won – she'd seen his power firsthand when he annihilated the entire Royal Army, and she knew that he could do much, much more and much, much worse. For some reason, the fact that he'd done this didn't dissuade her from caring about him, and she couldn't possibly figure out why. She'd never been attracted to "bad boys" or guys who acted tough – although, she had to be honest – Cell didn't just act tough, he was tough. At least, quite a bit more than any man-made weapon could fare up against. She didn't know who to cheer for – Cell, the mass murderer whom she seemed to care so much about, or the guy named Goku, who she assumed could at least stand up to Cell, who was trying to save the planet.

"Ugh, what is wrong with me?" She thought as she gathered some items into a smaller bag that she would take to wash. She began nibbling on her lip out of habit again, noticing a battery-operated portable radio in her duffel bag and throwing it in the smaller bag she was taking – she always listened to music while she showered, and she was glad she'd remembered to bring that with her so she could do so at the hot spring – that would definitely help her feel better. Underneath the radio was something she had completely forgotten she'd put in there, and her eyes widened a bit when she saw it. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and she glanced at Cell out of the corner of her eye to make sure he wasn't looking at her. Not surprisingly, he had his back turned to her and hadn't moved from his usual contemplative state. An idea began to form in her brain that made her smile mischievously as she shoved the item into her bag, trying not to laugh as she imagined what his reaction would be.

She understood that this was probably going to be their last night together, and as much as it hurt her to think about the future, she knew she needed to concentrate on the present. She'd always been the type to plan ahead, which, for example, was the reason why she'd never run out of something at home - she'd always restock before it ran out – but that kind of mentality had made her not enjoy the present moment as much, which she tended to regret, especially because, before Cell, she hadn't been able to remember anything about her past. She couldn't help but think that if she'd made more of an effort to make memories before she was taken, that maybe they would've been strong enough to stay in her mind, despite what Dr. Gero did to her.

"Well Sayah, now's not the time to regret what you didn't do," She thought, letting out a quiet sigh as she finished grabbing the items she'd need to take her bath. She stood up and stretched her back a bit, slinging the bag over her shoulder and looking over at Cell, smiling slightly. The sun was almost done setting and the way the last rays of the sun hit his body and armor made him look majestic, almost magical. As she looked at him, her mind struggled to comprehend the feelings that she felt in her chest – joy, desire, exhilaration, pride, longing, elation…love? – no, surely not that, right?... – and so many others she couldn't ever possibly begin or finish describing all of them. Her body seemed to crave and covet him and his touch, but especially the way he would look at her, a mixture of yearning plus desperation, with an urgent need to discover and experience something other than the usual hate and abhorrence he always seemed to feel.

As she stood there getting lost in her thoughts, she couldn't help but acknowledge something unique happening within her that she couldn't quite describe, a feeling that she got from knowing that this amazingly formidable being has the power in his hands to make or destroy anything, literally anything he could possibly want to, and yet with those very same hands he'd stroked her, caressed her, felt the way her skin trembled at his very touch, knowing that he could break her in half with just one wrong move but didn't, instead choosing to explore the emotion that draws him to her. If she wasn't sure before she absolutely was now – Cell, even if he'd never admit it, could learn to love.

A gentle smile tugged at her lips as she turned away, glancing over her shoulder at his regal figure. "Okay, I'm going to bathe, I'll be right back!" He didn't respond but she knew he'd heard her by the way his head had raised slightly when she spoke, and as she walked away and made her trek through the woods she began to formulate a plan that she hoped would give him something to always remember her by – a memory that he would never want to erase.

As she arrived at the spring she pulled out the small radio, remembering the fun time she'd had the first time she'd tried to figure one out. Mira had given it to her for her "birthday" – she'd appointed Sayah's birthday as the fateful day she'd come knocking on her door after escaping from Dr. Gero's lab, since they didn't know what her actual birth date was – and although it looked familiar, Sayah couldn't quite place how to make it work. Mira had shown her how to scan through the different stations, and Sayah had set an entire day aside to listen to all the different radio stations to find out which music she liked best. She seemed to innately be drawn to classical, dance, and rock/alternative music, which made her wonder if that was what she'd also liked before she'd lost her memory. She also tended to learn the song lyrics unusually quick, usually after hearing the song just once or twice, and she particularly enjoyed truly listening to the lyrics to understand their meaning, and sometimes even relating them to how she felt or what she was going through.

She set the radio down on a rock near the spring, turning it on and switching to one of the rock stations she liked to listen to. As the sound came on and filled the air around her, she recognized the song and noticed that it was almost over, not even realizing that she'd begun to quietly hum along with the music as she got everything ready and set out.

Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell

She let out a quiet sigh as she listened, shaking her head a bit, "Ask me a week ago and I would've totally related to that…" She thought, letting out a chuckle at the irony as she finished setting up her things and continued listening.

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
This animal I have become

She paused as the song finished, looking over at the radio and pursing her lips to the side, thinking of Cell. She wondered what he'd think of her music, and she laughed, wondering if he even knew what it was, or ever even heard it. She removed her clothes and set them at the bottom of the bag, using the natural rocks that formed inside one of the walls of the spring as a makeshift type of steps, and bathed quickly, ignoring the commercials that had come on the radio. When she finished, she looked over at the 'surprise' she'd brought for Cell and got another idea, stepping out of the spring and putting it on, trying hard not to blush – she was pretty sure she'd never worn something like this before.

She walked over to the radio and turned it down a bit, so it would be more background music than anything else, although she could still hear the lyrics due to the quiet and stillness of the forest around her. She used the same steps to get back into the spring, and gently walked over to the rock she liked to sit at, the same one that would allow the water to cover almost her entire body up to her upper chest, to the tops of her breasts. She faced the opposite way she'd come from, knowing that when Cell arrived, he would only be able to see the back of her head until she turned around. She barely registered the fact that another song had already started when she spoke up.

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

"Cell?" She spoke aloud, but not yelling. She knew he had amazing hearing and would be able to pick up her words, even from far away, even though she wasn't too distant from the ring. "Can you come here a minute?" She paused briefly, knowing that he was most likely already on his way there. She took in a deep breath before sinking down and dunking her head into the water, coming up almost immediately after, tilting her head back and running her hands through her hair to ensure it was out of her face. She didn't have to hear him to know he was there; she could feel his intense stare boring a hole into her back. She smiled as she slowly stood, her long hair covering up most of the upper back of what she was wearing, while the water still covered the rest of her from the waist down.

She turned and began to walk towards the side of the spring that had the steps, a sly smile pulling at her lips as she saw the look on his face change from concern, to confused, to very intrigued. She moved up the steps gracefully, watching his eyes widen as she stepped out of the water, finally revealing what the water had been concealing. She was wearing a black with green, flyaway-style lace and silk lingerie piece, with matching lace panties. The top of the racy piece looked like a halter top, with two wide silk straps connecting at the back of her neck in a bow. The straps attached to the upper part of the design, which covered her breasts and was made entirely out of soft, smooth lace with a very intricate, detailed design. From the bottom of her breasts down, the rest of the piece was made out of satin, with the "flyaway" design having a part in the fabric beginning slightly above her bellybutton, leaving some of her stomach exposed. The edges of the lower section were made out of the same satin but were sown in a ruffled pattern all the way around, and the lowest part of the piece ended just barely at her upper thighs. There was a dip in the fabric that rested on the upper parts of her breasts, which began from the outside, where the silk halter straps connected to the lace, and continuing downward and inward, accentuating her cleavage, and at the lowest point of the dip, right in between her breasts, there was a large silk bow. Most of the babydoll was black, except the silk straps and bow, which were green, and this was the same for the lace panties – the lace was black, except for the very top trim which was green silk and dipped downwards-in starting at her hips, and it, too, had a (much smaller) bow in the front in the very middle.

Even though the lingerie had gotten wet, some of the material was already beginning to dry inside the semi-steamy atmosphere in the hot spring's vicinity, allowing the soft wind to gently move the ruffled edges of the babydoll. Sayah watched his face the entire time she moved closer to him, trying hard to read the emotions in his eyes. She didn't know how he would react to something like this, much less if he'd even like it – she'd never worn any before herself that she knew of, so she tried not to act sheepish as she stepped forward, hips swaying sensually as she walked. The sun had already gone down at this point, so the only light left was from the moon, which was almost full that night, so it allowed Cell a clear, full view of what she looked like.

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

"Surprise."

Cell barely registered the music playing as he watched her travel from one spot to the other, his eyes never moving from her sexy yet elegant form. He was trying to keep his jaw from dropping as he followed her movements with his eyes, unable to keep his mouth from going at least partly agape, not even realizing it'd done so. He could hear and feel his heart pounding in his head, but he ignored it, entranced with her actions and excitedly trying to anticipate what she'd do next. He took a moment to take a deep breath, his eyes taking in the full depth of the situation as well as her exquisite carnal form, committing every little detail to memory. He knew he wouldn't be able to simply watch and hold himself back much longer, but he wanted to make sure he admired her in all her astonishing beauty. As soon as he laid eyes on it he immediately recognized what she wore as the item he'd picked up out of one of those pink bags a few days back, and although his mind had tried to imagine what she'd look like wearing it, there's no way he could've ever expected, much less envisioned, her to look that marvelously stunning, and he silently thanked himself for not burning the outfit when he'd had the chance. "Perhaps we should visit that shop one last time before we leave this worthless planet…" He mused haughtily, knowing that he wouldn't mind seeing Sayah in more outfits like this – oh no, he wouldn't mind that one bit.

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
That's why I need you to hear

He'd never imagined he would be attracted to anyone, much less a human, but here he was, practically salivating at the – quite literally – breathtaking sight before him. From top to bottom she was sheer, absolute perfection to him, for him, and he had to curl his hands up into fists to keep still as he watched her, his mind going a million miles a minute.

As she drew nearer still, he observed the light of the moon reflecting on her caramel-colored skin, the water droplets making their way down her body in tender, caressing waves. She stopped a few feet away from him and he froze, breath catching in his throat as he kept running his eyes down her body again and again, unable to get enough of the magnificently luscious vision before him. Her chocolate colored hair clung to her skin for dear life as some of the remaining water scurried down her locks, and he held back a growl when he noticed the way the negligée outlined and hugged her body's curves just right. His eyes stalked a few beads of water running from her neck down toward her breasts, leaving a sheer path as they moved just enough to trail down her cleavage and, oh, how he wished to follow that trail with his fingers, or even better, his tongue…

I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

His mind drifted off into total bliss for a moment before he quickly snapped to, resuming his breathing while his eyes continued down the rest of her body. More water droplets teased his pursuing eyes on her skin as they made their way down her exposed stomach, from the tip of the triangle-like open section of her middle that the chemise left visible – the only part of her abdomen that it didn't cover – towards her panties, and as his eyes followed the length of her legs he knew neither he nor his body could tolerate keeping still anymore. She was going to be his…yet again.

In a fraction of a second he stood before her, not even realizing he'd let out a growl as he scooped her up into his arms, pressing her tight to his body. He placed an arm behind the small of her back to support her and reached his other hand into her hair, pulling her into a deep kiss. He heard her moan gently into his mouth in response, and he tried to keep some restraint as their tongues explored each other, each of them pulling away only because they needed to catch their breath. He looked down and noticed the left side of her neck was exposed and still had some drops of water clinging to her skin, and out of pure impulse he leaned forward and placed his lips on the very same spot he'd just glanced at. He decided to let his body influence his actions instead of his mind like he always did, silently conceding that it felt damn good to let go and allow what he'd admitted to himself he felt for her designate his movements. He parted his lips just enough to touch the tip of his tongue to her enticing, tender flesh and then used it to start a trail upwards, loving the way the water tasted on her bare skin. He knew she liked it too when he felt her hands, which had been relaxed, suddenly begin to grip his shoulders, while simultaneously tilting her head to the right, exposing more of her neck to him. There seemed to be something intoxicating about the way she smelled, and he couldn't seem to get enough as he nibbled on that same spot on her neck, causing her to emit a soft whimper.

Whoa I'll never give in
Whoa I'll never give up
Whoa I'll never give in
And I just wanna be, wanna be loved

"Oh, Cell…"

The way she sighed his name drove him wild, and he still struggled to stay in control as he easily whisked her up and felt her legs wrap around his waist, committing to memory the blissful feeling of her bare skin against his armor. Fuchsia met emerald when they locked eyes, and he could almost hear her heart pounding as he noticed the burning desire that was evident on her face. His eyes briefly moved to her lips, plump and cherry-red, and he remembered the way they always tasted of strawberry, suddenly yearning for more. He swiftly caught them in a zealous kiss, and as they parted so their mouths could explore each other again he suddenly noticed the unfamiliar yet exhilirating feeling of Sayah gently nibbling on his bottom lip.

He didn't know why but he'd begun to walk towards the hot spring, enjoying the feel of the warm water once he went in and remembering the recent time when he and Sayah had shared some zealous moments in the shower in her home – he had to admit that this was much more soothing and, if it was even possible, made her look even more divine than he already considered her. He kept walking over to the waterfall and stopped when Sayah's back was mere inches from it, opening his eyes when he felt her reluctantly pull away.

Sayah felt her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She smiled when she realized that they were actually in the hot spring now, having been too immersed in their ardent kiss to even recognize that Cell had been moving the entire time. She felt the gentle warmth of the water tickling her back and she slowly leaned her head back, closing her eyes and feeling as the liquid flowed from the top of her forehead to the ends of her hair, some of it scurrying down her neck to the rest of her body.

Cell tried to take in the magnificent sight before him, his eyes intently following the beads of water on her skin, and admitting to himself at that very moment that he couldn't wait any longer. He'd already acknowledged that he wanted to explore her flawless figure much, much more than he'd done any time before – his very own body and mind urged him to discover, study, savor every inch of her, to memorize and lose himself in learning by heart her intoxicating scent, the way she looked, how she tasted…

Whoa I'll never give in
Whoa I'll never give up
Whoa I'll never give in
And I just wanna be, wanna be loved

He stepped forward when she straightened back up and pressed her back against the earth that hid behind the waterfall, ignoring the water that now cascaded down his back. He used one hand to easily remove the negligee, leaving the lace panties on, at least for the time being. He hoisted her further up so she was just slightly higher up than him, and reached out with his hand to cup her breast, hearing her quietly gasp. He began to gently rub his thumb over her nipple, watching as she arched her back slightly and leaned her head back, eyes closed and exposing her neck. He leaned forward and kissed her neck, allowing his urges and impulses to fully take control as he moved his mouth from her neck to her other breast, still teasing the other with his hand. He glanced up long enough to witness the look of pure, utter pleasure evident on her face, seeing as she dug her fingers fervorously into the earth behind her, trying to clutch something, anything that she could hold on to. He could hear her delectable whimpers crescendoing as he closed his eyes, running his tongue in circles around her nipple before flicking it playfully, suddenly thinking back to the first time they'd been intimate and remembering the way her body had responded to his fingers touching her mound. He didn't stop to think as the urges controlled his next movements, pulling away from her breast and suddenly turning her around so that her back was against his chest, using his left arm to hold her up and close, noticing her head was almost resting on his left shoulder. He felt her reach up and wrap her arms around his neck, turning her head to look at him and curving her back gently away from him when he reached down with his right hand through the thin fabric and slowly traced his fingers over her mound. He turned his head to look at her and swiftly captured her lips in an ardent kiss, pulling her as close as he could to him while teasing her, smirking at the tiny sounds she was making.

He stopped only to promptly pick her up bridal-style, wrapping his arms around her and walking over to the nearest patch of grass that he could set her down on. He promptly did so and laid her down, her rear on the very edge and part of her legs in the water, hurriedly removing the only remaining garment standing in the way of him and his goal to explore every part of her delicate, impeccable frame.

He tried not to be too rough as his desire and yearning seized more and more of his mind, almost erasing all of his thought process. He still managed to hold on to a fraction of his cognitive means, knowing that he didn't want to accidentally hurt her, regardless of how bad his craving for her may be. He took a deep breath as he beheld all of her, his eyes running invisible hands down her body.

I want domination
I want your submission
I see you're not resisting
To this temptation

Her eyes never stopped observing him curiously, and she remained quiet as he studied her from top to bottom – her hair lay under her head, albeit some of it fanned itself out onto the green grass beneath her, and she'd moved her arms so that her hands were near her stomach, using her fingers to leisurely run paths on it in no particular shape or pattern. As she watched his eyes continue their trek downward she allowed her legs to bend up slightly, keeping the rest of them starting from just under her knees in the water, her feet moving it into gentle waves on either side of him. She knew he was having a hard time keeping total control, and she was intrigued, albeit a little nervous, to see what would happen if he did lose it. Her kind smile widened almost into a grin as she reached over with one of her feet and ran it slowly and leisurely up the side of his leg, reaching up with one hand to place a couple of fingers on her lips, trying to hide her look of mischievous innocence.

Cell felt a tiny wave of pleasure run up his spine when she did so, and he knew right then and there that she was undeniably his. He watched as she did the same motion with her other foot just before slowly parting her legs, revealing all of herself to him. He got an inquisitive spurt and, now that his body was pretty much in command, he allowed it to lead him and his curiosity to see if he could find an answer. He didn't pause to contemplate his next actions as he kneeled inside the hot spring, not even feeling the water surrounding him from his lower chest down, and placed her legs on either side of his head, resting them on his broad shoulders. His nose immediately sensed the saccharine fragrance of her arousal, and he placed his hands gently on her outer thigs, reaching over to one leg and placing a soft, barely-contained kiss on the smooth skin of her inner thigh. He felt her shudder and moan simultaneously, and he smirked as he trailed kisses on her inner thigh closer and closer to her mound, until he finally reached it. Her scent enthralled him, and he squeezed her legs gently with his hands, trying not to use too much force and unintentionally hurt her. He heard heard her let out a quiet, delighted sigh which drove him wild, and his body responded by placing a kiss on her mound, immediately licking his lips when he'd barely moved away and felt her body tremble at the touch. At her body's response he leered wickedly and instantly went back for more, this time using his tongue to tease her and see what her body's response would be.

Sayah could barely contain herself as she felt him tantalizing her most private area with his tongue. Her moans intensified as she felt him tracing and trailing, using more and more pressure before suddenly switching to subtle, delicate strokes like an expert. She was almost completely sure that he hadn't done this before, but the way he was tempting and enticing her made him seem like a complete professional – not that she was complaining, of course.

Cell couldn't seem to get enough of her, the scent and flavor working him and his entire mind, body, and soul into a frenzy. Well, if he had a soul, he knew it'd be going crazy, too. As he listened to her delightful moans augment and multiply, he growled lowly without ever pausing his work, completely tuned in to her body's responses and using those to direct him in tormenting her with pleasure. He could tell that she was lost in her ecstasy by how loud her moans were, obviously not caring if anyone heard, which turned him on even more. He was starting to have an even harder time controlling himself than before, knowing that she was close to her peak and wanting her to fully enjoy the journey getting there.

I've got one confession
A love deprivation
I've got a jet black heart
It's all fucked up and it's falling apart

"Oh god…"

Cell almost paused but realized quickly that it was Sayah, feeling a lustful, aching wave go down his whole body. He responded by gently sucking on the inside small mound at the very top of her private, smirking mischievously at her and her body's response.

"Oh god please…please, Cell…don't stop…"

Her words overwhelmed his senses and he was able to grasp on to some restraint, switching from sucking to licking that same spot, using quick movements and the perfect amount of pressure to try and get her over the edge.

"Oh god, Cell…" Was all Sayah managed to say just before her climax hit her, feeling Cell continue to tease her through the waves of pleasure that passed through her body. She grabbed on to the remaining grass she hadn't already pulled out while he'd been wonderfully torturing her, and he stopped teasing her shortly after the last ripple of bliss had overtaken her. She opened her eyes, her chest heaving up and down as she panted heavily, trying to catch her breath. She smiled eagerly, and through half-closed lids she looked at Cell, who was standing almost looking regal as he looked down at her, a content smirk on his face – he was obviously very proud of himself.

I've got another confession
I fell to temptation
And there is no question
There was some connection

Cell took in the sight before him one last time before reaching over and picking her up again like before, feeling as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and he held her close to him, one arm on her lower back and the other resting a hand on her upper back, while her hands rested on his chest. He moved back over to the waterfall, the warm water running down both of their bodies before he again pressed her up against the earth behind it, enjoying the water cascading down his back. With one hand he reached down and removed the piece of armor covering his private, throwing it aside to the grass for the time being, and moving his arms to Sayah's waist, gently lifting her over himself before steadily entering her, hearing her gasp before moaning. He was doing his best to keep restraint, but he knew it wouldn't be long before he couldn't hold back anymore, especially as he felt Sayah's fingers digging into his shoulders in her yearning.

Sayah inclined her head back slightly and, through lowered lids, glanced at Cell, whose gaze she hadn't broken the entire time since he'd picked her up. She felt breathless as her body ached for more of him, for all of him, and she didn't wait long before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his neck, closing her eyes while simultaneously kissing him. She felt him growl lightly before pressing her roughly against the earth, and she moaned into his mouth as he began driving in and out of her, barely restrained. They pulled back just enough to catch their breath, their lips only millimeters from each other, and she opened her eyes slightly to look into his, tracing her hands up to rest on either side of his face, speaking softly into his lips.

"Cell, I need you so, so badly…"

Upon hearing her words, his body immediately let all inhibitions go and he pulled her tight to him, kissing her so passionately and obsessively like he'd never done before. He thrust himself in and out of her possessively, placing one hand on the wall of earth behind Sayah to steady himself, getting lost in the delightful and mouthwatering feelings that were being inside of her, and kissing her ardently. He could tell she was getting close again as she moaned and whimpered into their kiss, and he knew he was getting near his own climax, growling in response. He hadn't even noticed he'd made a large, circular indentation in the wall with his hand as they continued on.

I've got to follow my heart
No matter how far
I've gotta roll the dice
Never look back and never think twice…

"Oh, Cell…" She sighed adoringly into his lips, both of them pulling back and looking at each other, yearning in their eyes, "Make me yours all over again…" She pleaded longingly, seductively moving her hands down to his chest and moving forward just enough to catch his bottom lip gently with her teeth, softly tracing her tongue on it before pulling back and slowly letting it go, knowing that he'd liked that earlier. "Please…" She begged, their lips still touching as her body was also fully in control now that they were both so entranced in pleasure.

Cell let out a deep growl at her words and he crushed her lips with his again, reaching down and grabbing her hands from his chest. He brusquely raised her arms above her head, the fingers on both their hands interlocking as he roughly pinned her against the soft earth and bedrock, although still managing to keep enough control to not hurt her. He kept driving himself in and out of her, not missing a beat as she purred in pleasure, pulling back from her lips slightly and briefly to see her meet his fuchsia eyes with her emerald ones. "Are you all mine? Only mine?" He growled hungrily into her lips, watching as the look of pleasure on her face turned into a wistful smile.

"Yes, I'm all yours…only yours…always…" She hummed yearningly in response, feeling as Cell moved one arm to rest on her lower back and pulled her tight to him, the slight angle change causing them both to moan as he drove himself as deep as he could inside her, thrusting. He left his other hand up to keep Sayah's hands pinned above her, and he reveled in the sight, noticing the lovely rosy tint on her flushed cheeks and thoroughly enjoying the fact that he had all the control. Although he undeniably enjoyed the way he restrained her for pleasure in this way, he'd be lying if he said he didn't also adore the feeling of her hands touching and running all over his body.

Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And you're the master
And I am waiting for disaster…

They kissed each other greedily and raveningly just before she reached her peak, and she pulled back from the kiss to tilt her head back just so, her moans loud but getting lost in the sounds of the waterfall. She knew Cell had also climaxed by the way their bodies had both shook against each other, yet did so in tune with one another, and she couldn't help but smile and let out a happy sigh when she felt Cell place his head on her shoulder, tasting and nipping her neck tenderly.

It was at that moment that Cell knew without a doubt she had to come with him. He would bring her, whether she liked it or not, away from this worthless, pathetic planet and be his, forever. Even if he had to knock her unconscious momentarily for her to cooperate, he would do so, and she'd get over it later when they enjoyed each other after he'd obliterated Earth, with Goku and all of his idiotic friends and fighters in it. He had no choice – he had to destroy the Earth – but he'd come to realize and, as much as he hated to, admit that he couldn't do so if he knew she was still on it. This left him with only one option, but hopefully she'd quickly realize the fate of this planet once he annihilated all the contenders for his tournament, and he shouldn't have to do anything against her will…but he would, if he had to.

Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And you're the master
And I am craving this disaster…