Chapter Twenty-Two

Saiyans Don't Cry

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His eyes softened a little and didn't look as dark. He finally tore his stare from hers and looked down to see her completely unclothed lower body. Marissa felt her face heat up and turn red and when he simply started starring at her southern regions. He leaned down over her and slowly felt the soft, warm flesh of her vulva. She tried desperately to control her breathing, but it quickly became quick, short gasps of air, shuddering every time she exhaled.

"Fuck… your skin is so soft…"

She moaned softy, feeling his lips just barely touch her skin. His hot breath swept over her like a tsunami. His hands squeezed her thighs slightly, making her moan more. Then, the moment that she'd been waiting for; his warm tongue slipped though his lips and grazed over hers, flicking up over her clitoris in the process.

"Ahh…!"

She gasped loudly and flinched up, arching her back. He stopped momentarily, breathing heavily and his eyes wide and almost spooked-looking. The pupils of his eyes narrowed into cat-like eyes again, burning brighter in that unique shade of gold. He turned his head to the side and away, grazing his teeth over the inside of her left thigh.

"Ahh, G-Garth…!"

He didn't respond. He simply turned back and slowly continued what he'd just begun, lowering his tongue into her folds and licking up the her sensitive bud of hard nerves. She moaned more, continuing to arch her back and almost buck up every time he brought his tongue up and then back down. He continued that, over and over, driving his tongue down and inside every couple of times, slowly speeding up and enjoying the taste almost too much. After he stopped, he held Marissa thighs, moving up to her hips, sides and then shoulders as he crawled back up to meet her completely flushed and exhausted-looking face. Garth licking the fronts of his teeth as he leaned down to claim her mouth with his. Marissa completely accepted him, not caring about the taste of herself in his mouth. He groaned knowing that and pulled her up into a sitting position. His hand trailed around her back and unclipped her bra. He kissed the nape of her neck, scrapping his teeth over her skin during. The material fell from her body and she was now completely naked for the Saiyan to gaze upon.

"Marissa…"

She breathed heavily and answered back in a whisper,

"Garth…"

There was no continuation to what he had said and he slowly stood again. She watched as his hands clasped the buckle to his belt, undoing it and then undoing his pants. Marissa was still kind-of nervous, but she trusted that Garth wouldn't hurt her; even if he let his weird instincts take over.

He let his pants fall from his waist and slowly climbed back on the bed, still wearing his tight boxer shorts, continuously watching her reaction to him revealing more and more of himself to her.

"Oh, so I'm naked, but you get to keep your underwear on?"

Her voice was still quiet and higher-pitched, but had all her usual sassiness and sarcasm in it. He chuckled and sat up to his knees; his legs astride her body and smirked.

"That's because I want you to take them off of me…"

The cockiness behind the words told Marissa that despite if she says 'no', he wasn't going to take them off. Her cheeks blushed as she slowly sat up, putting her back hesitantly to the cool wall. She brought her knees up close to the rest of her body and away and out from underneath him. He didn't move, though; he stayed the way he was when she was still under him. She could see the very obvious strain of 'him' through the tight fabric of his boxer shorts.

"Really…? You can't be serious…"

He grinned; more mischievously and reached out, trailing his finger along her jaw line.

"Do I look serious to you?"

Though, he was smirking, he did look like he was being serious. Almost like the first time he asked her that. She nodded; a small nod, looking back down at his boxer shorts.

"Then… don't ask stupid questions…"

There was a pause before Marissa quietly spoke,

"…and if I say 'no'…?"

His brow furrowed and his eyes got a tint darker.

"Then I think I'd be a little upset… like 'you don't want to do this' upset… You do want to do this, don't you?"

"Umm… y-yes, but…"

"Then… prove it…!"

He cut her off with that smooth, deep voice of his. She shivered as she couldn't help but stare at everything he had going on 'down there'. She swallowed nervously, not really wanting to touch it, let alone even see it. All she wanted was to feel it, inside of her, but she immediately figured that she'll have to see it sooner or later. She moved onto her knees and sat flat on them in front of him. He felt a hand up to the side of her hair, brushing it back and out of her face. Her hand touched his lower abs and slowly felt down to the seam of his boxer shorts. Before she could grip the seam, though, his free hand gently wrapped itself around the top of hers. She froze as he rubbed his thumb over the top of hers, slowly moving her hand downwards for her. She blushed even more, looking away as she felt her hand touch his length through the tight material. She felt him twitch to her touch. He grinned more as he slowly moved her hand with his. Marissa kept her eyes away from facing him. He let go of her hand, but she didn't move away. She didn't move it either; she was too nervous to do either. Her hand shook slightly as she shivered from being so nervous. She wanted to feel the heat of his body over hers again, for the room was so cold; at least it was to her.

"Come on… Don't be a pussy…!"

His tone was just like hers when she'd said those exact words to him earlier. She couldn't help, but grin slightly and relaxed a little.

Fuck… It's fine! He's right; don't be a pussy! Just fucking do it already!

Determination crossed her face and she felt her fingers to the seam again and pulled down.

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Marissa's eyes widened at the sight of him now completely naked. Once the boxer shorts were at his knees he pulled them off the rest of the way himself.

"He-he; good, so you do want this…?"

She giggled slightly,

"Yeah, I already told you… What else do I need to do, Garth?! Jesus!"

He laughed and slowly reached his hands up to her arms, rubbing them over her warm skin. She shivered at his touch and before she could react, he suddenly grabbed and pulled her up against him. He was still on his knees as was Marissa and he simply held her there, in his arms, warming her body up instantly.

"Umm, Garth…?"

"Shhh…"

He put a hand at the back of her head, petting her and one on her lower back. His strong arms and hands were so hot against her skin; she thought her skin may burst into flames at any moment.

"I just wanted to hold you…"

"He-he; you're such a woman…!"

He chuckled lowly in her ear, letting the faint sound of a growl slip through and his grip on her tightened.

"Oh, I'm sure I can prove you wrong on that…!"

He spoke while slightly pushing forward into her. She tried pushing away a little, but his hand on her lower back forbidding her from doing that and pushed against her, just pushing her into him. The feeling of his hardened length pressing into her stomach almost hurt, but he soon let off and slowly pulled her down, laying her down again. Her breathing slowly began to pick up again as he moved his lower body down to be even with hers. He kissed her neck again, feeling a hand up to her chest and caressing the skin with the rough, callused digits scraping over. She moaned slightly to the immediate sensations he was bringing her. He kept his hips a few inches away from hers for he wanted to 'work her up' a little more before getting to it.

"Ahh… G-Garth…"

Her voice was barely a whisper as she breathed harshly. Garth bit her collarbone, not hard enough to break the skin, but the sting was there. Garth couldn't take it. He was going to lose it at any second.

"Marissa…"

Her eyes glistened up into his; his were closed tightly as he tried immensely to hold back that ravaging rage inside. Garth opened his eyes only for Marissa to freeze in place; his eyes were completely red. It felt as though the heat of his eyes were hypnotizing her.

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Perhaps this is a dream…

She didn't even realize that her hand had moved to his cheek while she was daydreaming.

God, this 'is' real!

His skin was softer than she was expecting it to be, and as amazingly warm in the palm of her hand as he leaned into it. His dark, crimson-painted eyes closed slowly, and his whole being seemed to completely relax, despite having the intimidating complexion of a vampire ready to kill. She almost snapped out of it as soon as his eyes were tore from her gaze, but she was still under this sexual desiring spell of complete lust and leading light. She got the feeling that if she applied too much pressure to the visage, it would shatter into a million pieces. He was a man, a beast, a warrior; so he shouldn't shatter like glass, but she felt as though he would for some strange reason. It was unreal, that a being so powerful as him could be as alone and needing as a simple, weak, human female like herself. And yet, here they were; both alone, both longing and both needing.

Then, those endless, gleaming red eyes slowly open, and for the first time, she recognized what the look he was giving her meant. She knew that she should stop this, but it just felt too good to stop. This look, this silent question and unspoken plea was her cue to get up and walk away before this went too far.

Hell, it's already gone too far, but at this point, there was nothing that could be undone and ignored later.

He knew it as well. His eyes told her as much; so why was she not moving? Simple question, and there was a simple answer: She'd been too lonely for too long. As soon as the Saiyans had arrived, she'd been alone. Her family was gone, her friends were gone, too, and she needed someone, at least one, in her life. Now, she had someone, and he seemed like that perfect, fun, sarcastic, douche-bag, but great-guy friend! The feelings were there, but her conscience was strangely quiet under the circumstances.

I know it's 'wrong', but… I need this.

She paused for a moment, seeing the heat behind his burning eyes darken and flare with red streaks. She contemplated the scenario.

Maybe I misinterpreted his actions? Maybe I'm just a moron who is trying to read into something that isn't there? I mean, I've already proven that I'm…

All doubt of his intent was washed away when he closed the last bit of distance between them. The velvety touch caressed her bottom lip, and she moaned gratefully as she allowed his tongue to explore the contours of her mouth once again. It didn't stay that way long before they pulled themselves together as tightly as two people could and deepened the kiss, their mouths working almost frantically against each other.

When his lips brushed over hers, she awed by how soft they were. It was like satin against the tender flesh of her mouth as he moved back and forth with feather-light strokes. Those tortuously teasing ministrations turned what was a flickering flame into a blazing fire almost instantly, and instinct drove her to deepen the contact between them; physically and emotionally. He obliged her immediately as one of his arms snaked around her body while she moved her hands from the sides of his face to wrap around his neck. One of her hands threaded its way into his impossibly thick mane of ebony hair. She let her fingers play through the supple strands, marveling at the feel and texture, wondering how it stands against gravity when it's so pliable in her hand.

At the same moment that she decided to use her grip on his neck to twist herself onto her knees, she felt both of his hands circle her waist and picked her up. Their mouths pulled apart, and she instinctively moved her hands to his biceps to brace herself even though, logically, she knew it was completely unnecessary. The blazing fire in the inky-red depths of his eyes sent a riveting shiver down her spine.

There's so much there; pain, longing, need, passion, desire…

It was all forgotten as Garth resumed where they left off moments earlier, one artistically-chiseled arm capturing her and pulling her against his chest while the other hand found the back of her head, crushing their lips together for the millionth time this evening. She reacted to his sudden fervor with an intensity she had forgotten she could even possess. This kiss was much deeper, much bolder, and left her completely breathless, boneless and mindless; as though she were a ragdoll. She ran her palms along the rock-hard muscles encased in heated flesh that lied beneath it. She registered it only after her fingernail grazes a nipple, and he moaned quietly, but roughly in the back of his throat, sending a slight vibration into their joined mouths. Of course, now that she knew, she'd make damn sure to do it again a little harder.

Good God, help me!

Garth relinquished her mouth with a deep growl before returning the favor.

Whoever decided that 'payback's a bitch' has never been in this situation, that's for damned sure!

When his fingers found her already aroused nub through the thickness of sweat and heat, she bit her lip hard; it was all she could do not to gouge out a nice-sized chunk of his chest and shoulder where her hands were as every muscle in her body tensed again. Her head seemed to fall back of its own accord, and before she could pick it up again, his hair was tickling she cheek and forehead as all of the wondrously talented tools of his mouth were playing havoc along her jaw line; her neck falling victim right after. Every kiss, lick and nip went straight to her stomach as the familiar, yet newly-founded sensations sent little tendrils of electricity through her limbs, draining every ounce of strength from them.

Every inch of her skin cried out in protest at the sudden lack of contact from him abruptly sitting up and away from her sweat-glistened skin.

Time to change that… It's my turn!

She grabbed onto his shoulders to feel his body pressed against hers again, and she grinded her pelvis down over the throbbing organ that had been brushing against her for a while now. His fearsome eyes closed tightly as he threw his head back, moaning her name breathlessly as his fingers dug into her hips, pulling her even harder onto his answering thrust.

Her mind shut down as his blessed mouth works furiously against her flesh, and she squirmed helplessly against him. He was trying desperately to get her as 'worked-up' and 'over the edge' as possible. Then, she felt his fingers run an agonizing trail up her inner thigh until it came into contact with the most sensitive part of her world. She cried out; every iota of her body being sent into the oblivion of almost painful wanting need to be fulfilled… completely.

He leaned down to claim her lips hungrily again as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, but the kiss lasted no more than a few quick seconds before he drew back. They were both panting and heaving against each other from the intensity of the heated need amongst the room. Marissa's eyes fell closed in preparation for what she'd longed for since the first hint he gave her that he'd probably be great in bed; but… it doesn't come.

When she did brave a glance, her eyes locked onto his, and she instantly saw why he was waiting.

Jesus Christ, no man alive on Earth in our situation would hesitate now… yet, he is…!

His gaze was clouded with so much running through his mind, she literally had to study it for a moment to catch the emotions that were running rampant through the scorching crimson orbs; most of all though, he was uncertain. She didn't completely understand why, but she wasn't going to be waiting any fucking longer.

If he doesn't do something 'right now', my brain is going to fucking explode!

She hooked her ankles together at the base of his spine and drew his length into her entrance; sleek and wet, in one, fluid motion that simultaneously forced an animalistic howl from his throat and a ragged scream from her own. He forced himself to stop her from pushing him any further; he was half way there, half way! His eyes were wide as ever and his canines bore sharply and pearled in whiteness and cleanliness. He took a quick moment to just breathe before slowly continuing. He lost himself in the heat of that very moment to the point of falling from his perched hands to barely holding himself up on his elbows above her. That motion Marissa drove upon him was all the convincing he needed apparently to go all the way and 'full out' with her as his burning gaze peeked out from under his tightly drawn brow to bore into her eyes.

At that moment, Marissa was about to make an attempted, snarky comment on how demented he looked, but he quickly stole her breath away in the most passionate embrace she'd ever experienced as he drew back. Everything became a blur as he drove forward again, filling her more completely than before!

Just when she thought it couldn't get any better; with her body beginning to tremble in preparation of her so-soon release, he drew his face back and pulled out completely. She groaned in protest only to have a downright evil chuckle greet her ears as he perches her weak legs over his shoulders with no trouble.

Thank God she didn't take a deep breath at that moment, or else the whole world and probably further would have been able to hear her scream when his straining manhood buried itself within her even deeper than before. All thought ceased and they both seemed to go on 'autopilot' as their bodies thrust and buck into each other in a primal dance of ecstasy. He buried his face down and into the nook of her neck while she held onto his back like a lifeline; her fingers raking over his slick skin and drawing blood in several places. Marissa gasped at the immediate feeling of wet fur caressing around her thigh; his tail was damp with sweat and just made the moment of sensations all the more hot, yet weird.

Compounding Garth's deep strokes with fingers that once again cupped her breast and firmly pulled against the pert nub; the barrier shattered, sending her into mind-numbing waves of incomprehensible pleasure as the world dissolved around her and she shouted his name at the top of her lungs. She was vaguely aware of Garth's choked cry a moment later as his warm essence poured into her; his entire body jerked wildly as he bit his lip to the point of drawing blood to continue moving within her, so that way, he could draw and ride out both of their climaxes for as long as possible.

His tail tightened around her thigh, twitching and squeezing on her skin. They laid there for a solid two minutes just breathing heavily onto either other. Finally, Garth moved to her side slowly and collapsed onto his back, using what seemed to be the last of his strength to draw her from her spot on the mattress to lie in the nook of his side and arm. It had taken every ounce of willpower Garth had to not bite Marissa and that was probably the hardest thing he'd had to do in the last seventy years of his life.

The mindless cloud that was her blown-away mind faintly registered a sluggish movement beside her and the feeling of something covering her naked body a second later. Then, the soft, lulling sound of his contented purr surrounded them, and she succumbed to her body's demand to shut down as her eyes slowly fell back and closed and she dropped into that dark oblivion of the afterglow.

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"Your shirt smells good…"

Garth's now onyx again eye peeked open and down to her as she lay next to him with his sweat-stanched shirt in her hands. He chuckled huskily, rubbing his hand along her side. She turned towards him so he could rub her back instead. He laughed for that being the first thing to come out of her mouth after they did what they did. Garth breathed heavily, bringing his free hand up to rub his eyes sorely. He was more exhausted than he'd ever been in a very long time. Of course, Garth was no stranger to sex, but he wasn't like the average Saiyan, craving it constantly, if anything, it was always the furthest thing from his mind almost always. That would certainly change now that he was with Marissa. He groaned quietly while adjusting his shoulders. He stared weakly at the ceiling with the woman he was sure he was now completely in love with lay at his side in the golden glow of the aftermath of love-making. The air in the room was thick and heavy with sex. He loved that smell.

"He-he; you don't smell half bad yourself…"

She grinned and jabbed him in the side with her knuckle.

"Douche…"

"He-he; what; it was a compliment!?"

She smiled and moved further up next to him and rested her head on his shoulder to be even more comfortable.

"I know…"

Garth grinned to himself, slowly closing his eyes.

"Well, then you're just being a bitch now; calling me names and shit… and after what I did for you… Ugh, ungrateful…!"

He spoke roughly, but with that deep, richness to his groggy voice. Marissa giggled breathily at his remark.

"Hey…!"

Marissa wanted to punch him in the gut, even just playfully, but she was way too exhausted to even lift her own arms. Garth held her close, wrapping his tail around her waist, sighing heavily before the two slowly drifted off completely; leaving the rest of the world behind them, for nightfall had just arrived.

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Marissa waited from across the street as Garth ran over to the lit machine like a child, just laughing at his behavior. She looked at her watch and it read 10:17 PM. They left her house about three hours ago and were still running around the city like a couple of kids. She figured that they were going to be heading back, probably as soon as Garth got his stupid chocolate bar. She'd never felt better than at that moment for some reason; the feeling of being loved and cared for while loving and caring for someone as well. Ever since their fun they had together, she's felt as though, she could die tomorrow, and she'd still be the happiest person in the entire world.

Suddenly, she heard something; the sound of shuffling feet on pavement. The atmosphere around her changed and felt darker and immediately unsafe to be standing in. The sound had come from behind her. She whipped around only to have the rough hand of a stranger grab her face, covering her mouth completely. She screamed into the hand and began to panic. There were three figures and all of them were very obviously Saiyans. They were all huge guys, with messy, black hair… and they all had tails.

Yep, Saiyans!

She closed her eyes and screamed as loud as she could, trying frantically to break free. They chuckled at her struggles and the one holding her began to feel his free hand down her body, while the others held her arms. Garth kicked the machine in a small fit of rage when his candy bar wouldn't come out after putting in his money that he'd gotten from Marissa.

"Damn it… Hey, Marissa, how do you…?"

He trailed off; for he turned slightly and saw the horror on Marissa's face. The inevitable; she was being attacked, and he hadn't even left her side for more than a minute. His eyes immediately focused through the dark to see three Saiyans grouping and grabbing at her, attempting to pull her behind the building. Suddenly, everything went white.

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Garth didn't remember anything that happened after that moment, but he screamed a glass-shattering roar, cracking the pavement and walls of the buildings around him from the immense amount of force. He then charged at them lightning fast; eyes blazed white and bright. Marissa was immediately dropped to the sidewalk and when she looked up, blood sprayed across her face. Garth's fist went straight through the Saiyans chest, killing him instantly. Marissa stared in complete disbelief and fear. Garth torn his gaze to the other two who attempted to fight back, but failed miserably when, within seconds were torn to shreds. Garth ripped them apart, limb from limb. Claws and fangs were bared and he looked like a true monster. Marissa's eyes watered as she shook in place, collapsing into herself on the ground, surrounded by the blood of the three men he just killed. Garth's teeth were clenched into the throat of the third Saiyan when he stopped everything to the sound of Marissa crying. He dropped the lifeless body and turned around to see her, curled up against the wall of the building, scared beyond recognition. He quickly paced towards her before something unexpected of him happened.

"Stay away from me…"

Her voice was broken and quiet, but he heard it and stopped. He stared down at her; frozen and not knowing what to do or say. He began to shake with uneasiness and fear that Marissa now hated him for what he did. She cried and looked up at the monster she didn't know just moments ago. She slowly stood, wiping her eyes and the blood from her face.

"M-Marissa, please… I… I didn't mean…"

"No… Stay away from me!"

She immediately ran away and down the street. Garth didn't move as he watched her go. She ran about two blocks until she found a park bench to rest on with a street light looming dimly overhead. She sat and cried for what felt like an eternity. She was so frightened and didn't know what to do.

Should I go back? Should I tell him to never come near me again? What should I do?

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Garth approached a river where he walked into it and dove underneath. When he came up, all the blood that was all over him was now washed off. He walked out and pulled his drenched shirt off and rang it out so it'd be dry. Tears ran down his cheeks and he quickly and angrily wiped them away, not wanting to show weakness to her, or to anyone who may be watching him from a far. He continued walking in the direction that Marissa had run off in.

When he was back in the dark street, he could see Marissa hunched over on the bench with her face in her hands. He walked slowly, not wanting the startle her at all. She glanced up slightly to see out the corner of her eye. Garth was walking towards her. He stopped about ten feet away, just watching her. He then began to walk again and once he was right next to her, he gently placed down the shirt next to her on the bench and then quietly spoke,

"Here… Something to remember me by… I'm going to leave you alone now… I'm sorry…"

He slowly began to continue walking away. Marissa slowly wiped her eyes and picked the shirt up.

"Garth…"

He stopped the second he heard her voice, slowly turning around and taking small steps back.

"Yes…?"

She looked up with puffy eyes and mumbled the words,

"I want to go home…"

Garth slowly came towards her and gently put a hand out. She clasped the shirt tight in one hand as the other slowly and hesitantly reached for his. He pulled her to her feet and immediately hugged her. She didn't really hug back, but she did stay close, pressing her face into his shoulder. She still felt safe with him but didn't understand why. She didn't like or particularly trust many men, so why of all people should she trust this monster?

…Maybe because he didn't kill me, maybe because he protected me, maybe because he liked me… maybe because he loved me… maybe because he 'loves' me…

That's when it all kind of hit her. She didn't say or mention it at all, though. Garth slowly reached down to pick her up, gently cradling her in his powerful and stressed arms and began to fly up into the air.

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When they arrived at Marissa's house, Garth set her down gently. Before he let her go completely, though, he whispered the words that Marissa had been wanting to hear, but had also feared him saying,

"I love you…"

He let her go. When she turned around to talk to him, though, he was already gone. She watched the torn curtains gently blow in the nighttime breeze. The small glow of a Saiyan flying through the sky and off into the distance was all she saw.

He's… gone…

She felt so alone all of a sudden. She went and curled up in her bed, never wanting to come out of it again. She could smell the faint smell of him on the mattress. This day was suppose to be wonderful and fun, but just turned to shit the second she was touched by another… or three others; nevertheless, she was now alone because of it. Tears burned in her eyes as she slowly drifted off.