Dark Desire
Author: Tempest12
Disclaimer: Don't own it, but
any wet dreams I have starring Vegeta are mine,
and you aren't invited. Ahem,
unless you are hot.
Author's Note: I believe in
giving credit where it is due, so I would like to
thank Wondering, a reviewer
for a great bv fic Obsession by Heartless. I suggest
you check it out. It really is
quite excellent. It's on my favorite stories list
if you just want to link to it
through my bio. So Wondering if you are reading
this (I doubt it) I want you
to know that I appreciate your creative insight,
this is exactly what I needed
to tie my fic together. *points and winks at
Wondering* Yah baby, its all
you! Kiss Kiss.
Chapter Six A conversation?
? POV
She likes light vinaigrette on
her salad. I know because she orders it everyday
when we go to lunch. She
always looks so sexy in her tight little business suit
revealing her long legs. We
always have lunch at the same deli, just her and I.
When she smiles, I know she is
smiling just for me. It's a game we play. She
pretends to ignore me while I
watch her, but I know her every movement, her
every nuance of expression is
aimed just for me.
Right now a soft frown forms
between her eyes as she studies some file that she
brought with her from work.
She is so diligently reading, but her legs part just
slightly as she shifts in her
seat. I smile, she is such a tease to flirt with
me with all these people
around. I shrug as I accept her blatant invitation and
I trail my fingers up her bare
thigh and under her skirt. I know the table hides
my questing fingers from any
voyeur's eyes. She shifts again spreading her legs
further letting me have access
to her wet heat. When my fingers arrive at their
destination I am shocked to
find that she isn't wearing any panties. I smirk,
but she continues to pretend
that she is reading her files. I slowly insert one
finger then another as I watch
her ruby lips part as she inhales quickly. I can
see the pulse at her throat
flutter widely at my ministrations.
The waitress walks up and
blocks my view of my beautiful scientist. I want to
rear up and strike the baka
woman across the face, but instead I smile politely
and take the check. By the
time she leaves I can see my girl is already packing
up her stuff with a frown on
her face. Is she mad at me for talking to another
woman? I want to rush over and
assure her that she is the only one for me. She
is in my thoughts every waking
moment, and in my dreams at night. But I can't,
that would ruin the game.
Instead I content myself with the thought that I will
walk her home tonight.
Her Pov
Oh Kami, I am tired. For the
last week I haven't been getting any sleep. Ever
since I had accepted my fate
and made my choice. Dark circles are forming under
my eyes and I have come
dangerously close to falling asleep in several important
meetings. My co-workers keep
asking me if I am alright, but I just wave them
away with a laugh and a shrug.
How do you tell your
co-workers that you aren't getting enough sleep because you
are having marathon sex each
night. Every night he silently leads me to his room
and makes me beg until the
early morning hours. He leaves me exhausted around
5am when he goes to train,
while I desperately try to squeeze in a few hours of
sleep before I have to be at
work at 8am. I don't know how he can do it. He must
be sneaking some sleep while I
am at work and only makes me think that he is
training. Then again he is
Saiyan, maybe he doesn't need as much sleep as I do.
As I walk through the park
that separates the office buildings from my living
quarters a soft smile relaxes
my tense features. With every step I feel my
stress drain away as I draw
closer to the comfort of my home. To him. The
feeling of assurance appeared
right after I accepted him. He will not allow me
to sleep in my own bed,
instead he insists that I stay close to him. There were
no repeat performances of him
dumping me on the floor like unwanted garbage. In
fact last night he pulled the
covers over my bare shoulders before he withdrew
to the grav room.
I trudge into the kitchen,
setting my work files and my keys loudly on the
counter next to the door. I
turn around and nearly jump out of my skin when I
spy him sitting at the table
quietly watching me from the shadows. He is usually
training when I come home, so
the sight of him is unexpected. I flip on a switch
to flood the room with light.
Deep down I know I should be afraid but warring
with that fear is the feeling
of security I feel when I am near him.
"What are you doing sitting in
the dark?" I question while pulling some
cranberry juice from the
fridge and pouring myself some.
"You are late." He states
impassively, but I can hear his underlying demand in
his tone. He wanted an
explanation for my tardiness.
"Oh Kami, I'm sorry." I sigh
deeply as I think about my day. "I had to stay late
at work to finish up on some
projects."
I lean against the counter as
I drink deeply from my glass. I turn to rinse out
the glass in the sink an
unruly smile forming on my lips. "For some reason, I am
falling behind in my work." I
turn as I hear the chair scrape the linoleum. "It
could be that I am utterly
exhausted from my night time activities." My words
trail off as I complete my
turn to see him half way out of his seat a snarl on
his lips.
I freeze like a rabbit in the
headlights, unsure of what I did to attract his
wrath. He stops as well, his
weight braced on the table, still in the process of
standing. His eyes sweep over
my form, taking in my blood shot eyes and my
rumpled clothing. My hair is
straggling down from my hasty bun, and the strands
brush against my unnaturally
pale cheeks.
The tension leaves his body as
he sits back down at the table. I release the
breath I didn't even know I
was holding at his movement.
"I thought you were lying to
me woman, but you appearance proves otherwise."
Again his eyes sweep my frame.
I smile weakly. "I would never
lie to you. I am fairly certain that would piss
you off and I have better
things to do than run for my life."
His lips quirk up at the
corners, "Like you could possibly get away from me
Onna."
I smile, happy that the
tension has completely evaporated from the room.
Encouraged by his small smile
I gather up some of the files I brought home with
me and take them over to the
table. I pull out a chair next to him and flash him
a grin. He cocks an eyebrow at
me and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms
over his masculine chest.
"Another reason that I am
behind is my work is because I have been a bad girl
and neglected my projects in
favor of something else."
"Oh." He just stares at me. He
doesn't ask what, but he doesn't walk away
either. Emboldened I flip open
the files.
"I'm making you a gift." I say
softly. My eyes dart to his as I gage his
reaction. His face remains
impassive, but something flashes in the shadows of
his eyes. Surprise maybe. Had
no one ever given him a present before? Probably
not, I conclude.
I slide the file over to him.
"It's a new training bot. Its armor is adamantium
and it has a ki reflecting
shield. So no matter how much you blast it all you
will have is your own power
bouncing back at you. I am going to refit the GR
too. That way you can have as
many balls bouncing around as you want, it will be
like a sick game of pong." I
flash him a grin but he is looking at the file.
"But there's more." I say in
my best announcer's voice. He glances up at me and
I wink. I see his lips twitch
at my antics.
"Instead of being bulky, like
a house bot I am going to give it a more fluid
humanoid shape so you can spar
with it. Also it is going to have a progressive
learning matrix. Not only am I
going to download all the known martial art forms
from earth, but it will be
able to learn from you when you spar."
I snicker pleased with my own
genius. I fall silent as he begins to flip threw
my files. Examining my
equations closely looking for mistakes in my
calculations. The minutes tick
by and I begin to shift in my seat nervously. Did
I miss something? Was he
displeased? I haven't been this unsure of myself since
my father used to review my
work. My father was a harsh taskmaster and foolish
errors displeased him.
Finally, he closes the file
and he looks up at me. I watch in fascination as his
lips stretch into genuine
smile. Not one meant to gloat or seduce, but a real
smile displaying very real
pleasure. His pleasure at my work. I feel something
flutter in my chest and I
realize that my heart has skipped a beat. Kami, he is
so handsome. I can't contain
my own smile that spreads across my face to match
his.
Quickly I sober when a thought
strikes me. "It's not perfect." I frown glancing
down at my hands, sure that I
am going to be reprimanded. "It's not strong
enough to withstand your blows
at full strength."
"Yes, I can see that woman. I
doubt you can find a material on this world that
can. However, you made up for
that lack by giving it greater speed. It will be
an excellent tool for my
training. You have outdone yourself onna. I am proud of
you."
I blink rapidly at his words.
Did he just praise me? He merely smirks at my
astonished expression and
reaches over pluck a ripe apple from the bowl in the
center of the table. He leans
back in his chair while he bites into the juicy
fruit. My breath comes to a
rattling halt when he gives me that slow delicious
smile that tells me that he
would rather bite me instead. As my skin heats up I
can feel the cool table under
my arms and I remember what we did on this table.
I worry my bottom lip with my
teeth and I can't stop the wetness that soaks
through my panties.
He just smirks at me and my
face flames as I remember that he can smell me. He
slowly stands up and takes my
hand to lead me out of the kitchen and up the
stairs to his room. Once in
his room I brace myself for him to rip my clothes
from my body. Most everything
I wear usually ends up in a shredded heap when I
am with him. I have spent
hundreds of dollars in the last week just to replace
my wardrobe. He leans down to
claim my mouth in a gentle kiss and my eyes pop
open with surprise. I stare
into his cold eyes with confusion as his lips caress
mine. Any questions I have
quickly flee once his tongue slides into my mouth and
my eyes drift shut while I
enjoy the sensation.
He begins to unbutton my suit
slowly and I am struck with indecision. He never
bothers with buttons, usually
he pops them off and they fly in all directions.
Tonight he was behaving so
differently. Like he cared. He slides my silk blouse
off my shoulders and it falls
to the ground. His hands slide down my back to
grab my ass and pull me closer
to him. I sigh as his lips leave mine and he
begins to trail kisses down my
neck. He unzips my skirt and it flutters to my
feet.
His lips continue to journey
down my slender neck, his tongue dipping into the
hollow of my throat while he
bends me back over his arm. I reach my hands up to
grab his biceps to keep my
balance. His skin is so smooth, but he is so hard
underneath. He feels like
heated marble to my touch.
His lips descend on my breast,
sucking me into his hot mouth through the satin
of my bra. He scrapes his
teeth over the hardened crown and I gasp with
pleasure. His hand travels up
from the small of my back to undo the clasp of my
bra, freeing me from my
constraints. Now that the scrap of material is gone he
lavishes my breasts with his
lips and tongue, allowing small sparks of ki to
trickle over me.
His other hand delves under my
silk panties, grabbing my plumb cheek in his
palm. He massages it slowly
while nibbling on my sensitive flesh. He lifts me up
in his arms and instead of
throwing me onto the bed like usual he sets me gently
down in the center. He sheds
me of my panties and his own cloths quickly.
I will never get enough of
staring at his body. It is so perfect. Many hours of
rigorous training has left
every inch of him fit and tone. He is not overdone
like some of those barbarians
you see coming out of a gym, but perfectly
proportioned. Scars are
scattered over his body and I want so desperately to ask
him about them, but I dare not
too. I wish he would just talk to me for once.
My thoughts are cut off as he
stretches his magnificent body over mine, leaning
his weight on his elbows so he
doesn't crush me. His hand buries itself in my
hair as he lifts my head
slightly to kiss me deeply. As his tongue slides into
my mouth I can feel his shaft
slide into my wet entrance. I am ready for him, I
am always ready for him. He
sheathes himself to the hilt, pausing so I can feel
the full effect.
He begins to slide in and out
of me with strong steady strokes, building a fire
inside of me with each thrust.
I can feel his body heat as he begins to gather
his ki around him. I wrap my
legs around his waist and move my hips in time with
his. I hug him tight to me,
vaguely surprised that he lets me, as I get ready
for the wave that is about to
crash down on me.
I feel the coils of desire in
my stomach churn and finally lash out as my climax
hits me hard. As my muscle
clench I can feel his ki surge forward into my womb
causing me to spasm even more.
He reaches around my shoulders and gathers me
even closer to his chest as I
bay with pleasure.
As the pleasure abates I gasp
with delight. I rub up against him like a kitten
looking to be petted, fully
expecting more to come. But he surprises me yet
again. He pulls me up to him,
placing my back against his chest, his strong arm
encircling my waist.
"Go to sleep Little One." He
whispers in my ear. I am slightly disappointed, but
I don't protest. I really am
exhausted. I heave a contented sigh, I feel so safe
in his arms. As I drift off to
sleep I realize something that nearly shocks me
out of my sleep. We had a
conversation. Albiet a short one, where I did most of
the talking, but still, it was
a conversation. He also said he was proud of me.
I smile softly; maybe he did
care for me in some small way.
Chapter 7
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