A/N: I was so happy to see you liked the spice and the different POV! Let's keep it up! Here's the next part! :D
[CHICHI] Think before you speak. Always. (1)
I had no idea how I had gotten into this position. I was pressed against a wall, my legs tightly around a male's body, my forehead leaning comfortably on this man's shoulder. My entire being was in contact with his torso while my fingers clutched his shirt in a death grip. My knuckles hurt from the strength I put into the hold. I groaned as I tried to lift my head. I still felt dizzy and somewhat disoriented – but not as sick as before. I guessed.
I was sure, being run over by a truck must feel similar. A massive truck.
The familiar scent of Goku suddenly wavered around me, intensifying the more I regained back my consciousness.
He shortly stiffened as he felt me move but it didn't stop him from continuing blowing kind of like soothing kisses on my skin. It tickled and strangely enough I did not feel offended by it in the first place – probably because I wasn't even noticing what he was doing. In fact, I was so occupied wrecking my brain by trying to remember what had happened, I was not able to realize anything else. Not even Goku nibbling my cheek and lightly biting it.
Right…I wasn't feeling well… and then there were people...and then…then…Bulma came with him….and then what?
I had trouble recalling anything after that. I could memorize them having an awkward conversation…what was it about? The tickling sensation of his lips brushing over my skin made me instinctively turn my head away. Maybe somewhere in the depths of my still fogged mind had I hoped it would make him cease his actions of this intimate physical contact while I was trying to understand the situation.
But obviously, it didn't make him stop at all and I emitted a noise which sounded like an animalistic snarl. Why in the lord's name was this man showering me with little kisses?! I couldn't think!
"Stop that…!" I slurred at first as my tongue was unable to pronounce the words correctly and slapped my hands sluggishly on his face to push him away. I sounded as if I was drunk. Well, maybe I was a little. It felt like it, considering the dizziness and the still present nausea – although not as strong as moments before. Not to mention the tremble of my entire body. My lips strangely tingled as well, not that I could explain that. They burned and felt a little swollen. As if I had gnawed on them…?
The feeling of his tongue licking my palms made me lightly shriek and move my body to get some distance between us. Only then did I notice the uncomfortable feeling of wetness between my thighs.
Huh? Why am I…?
Blood flushed my cheeks from the embarrassment and turned my face beet red. Why was I wet?
I decided to protest with a strong "Let go!" now as I felt the fog in my head clear slowly and the need to get away from him growing stronger. Whatever it was that had my knees go weak, it was almost gone now, and I felt way better.
"You're still not fully stable. Endure it." Goku simply answered while one of his hands encircled my head and lightly angled it, giving him better access. His lips travelled down my chin, and I could feel his manhood twitch against me. The feeling of something hard near my lower region – which was already wet enough for whatever reason – overpoweringly arousing. I automatically groaned as I heard him growl in distress while I absentmindedly wiggled my hips against his hardness.
"Don't do that." He commanded while sucking harshly on my skin. Not in a hurting way but still strong enough to make me understand he meant it as a warning. Well, sorry?! This was not intentional! I was unable to stop perfectly normal reactions to such stimulation! The way his intoxicating scent numbed my senses in a comforting manner only adding to said sensations. I had no control over my body whatsoever as I responded with another shudder. Shame on me!
"Well, then stop doing that and let me go already!" I mouthed as I pushed on his shoulders and hit him with my fists. That damn stupid wall behind me was a massive hindrance!
"Just a few more seconds..." He stated as he caressed my cleavage with his nose lovingly before wandering up again. His lips were awfully near mine…he wouldn't dare now, would he?
My hands grabbed his hair, and I gave it a harsh yank backwards – away from my face before he came up with another idiotic idea "I said, let me go! Now!"
"Hn." He pouted as he tilted his head lightly, gazing into my eyes as if to verify something. "Looks like you're fine now."
"I was fine long ago! Now put me down or I'll scream!"
"Yeah, yeah." He sighed, not caring that I was pulling some of his hair out before he took a step away from the wall, giving me the space I needed to get off him.
Two quick and wide steps later I was finally able to put some distance between us, not caring about the puppy look he gave me. I harrumphed as I readjusted my clothes and hair. I felt sticky form the sweat…and probably from his saliva. Not to mention the sticky feeling of myself…down there.
Urgh! Perverted bastard!
Without another look I went passed him. I wanted to get back to Bulma to apologize to her and her mom for the inconvenience. It took him only a second to grab my wrist and turn me towards him again. "Don't go back just yet!"
"Touch me again and I'll bite your hands off!" I hissed as I slapped his hand away. His head turned heavenwards, and he looked at the ceiling before nodding in somewhat like an understanding manner. His hands vanished inside his pockets. He was clearly upset.
"Right, yeah. You're angry, I get it. But don't go back there or your…condition might spark up again. "
"Condition? I have no idea what you're talking about. But let me assure you, I feel perfectly fine!" I huffed as I crossed my arms before my chest, standing proud to make my point clear. I had no idea what he meant. Just because I had felt a little anemic – right, maybe it was a bit more than that – after my cold and that glass of champagne…I was just tired!
"No, no you don't understand." He sighed as he shook his head in a slow motion, covering his forehead with one palm in distress. He probably tried to think of a way to explain something to me? But I was way too impatient to wait for any explanation. Especially from him.
"Listen." I tried to be calm "I don't care about any lame excuse of you. We both know you obviously enjoy taking fucking advantage of me – "
"I was not - !"
"That rotten mouth of yours was all over my face and neck while I was feeling vulnerable!" I stomped with my foot on the ground, anger flooding me "Heaven knows where those hands of yours have been! You call that helping someone in need? I call that sexual harassment!"
"I was helping you! You wouldn't have recovered without me! Had I not – "
I snorted "Yeah, help my ass! You're a doctor now? Does that give you the right to touch me the way you did? Fuck no! I am sick of you and your behavior! Why can't you just leave me the fuck alone? I don't want to have anything to do with you! I am not interested in you! I don't know you and I don't want to get to know you! Why won't you just understand and respect my decision? Why trying to force yourself into my life when I clearly don't want you to be part of it?" I felt myself getting out of breath again as I ranted. New sweat immediately started to form and trickle down my back uncomfortably. Oh no, was it the fever again?
"Breathe, Chichi." Goku calmly ordered and if on cue his scent wafted towards me. By now I really thought he was able to control it…Ridiculous, right?
I took one deep breath, and my nerves were back to normal.
There we go. All good. No worries.
I sent him a death glare as he took one step towards me, making him stop in his movement "Let's just stay strangers. Pretend you don't know who I am next time we meet. Just…stay away from me!" I finally said before turning around, ignoring the blatant hurt on his face as if I had robbed him of something valuable.
And then I basically fled from him, from the scene, the party, everyone.
Once I reached home, I placed my hand over my sternum as that uncomfortable feeling wouldn't go away. I kept recalling his gaze and I had to admit, I felt sorry. I had meant for my rejection to hurt him but why was I the one with a guilty consciousness now?
"Everything's a mess…" I mumbled before I sighed as I remembered to inform Bulma of what had happened via text message. It didn't take her long to respond, awaiting more information from me once I was feeling better.
Not that there was much I could have told her anyway.
