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Moonlight	By : Maddiesan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 5737 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N: I'm not dead!

Moonlight

Chapter 10: The Game
"Feeling stupid yet?"
A loud groan slipped past her lips as she struggled to open her eyes. Her lashes fluttered as she finally managed to slide them open. That was her first mistake. As soon as the light hit her eyes, she shut them closed. She rapidly grabbed her silky white pillow and covered her face with it. So bright. The throbbing of her head was also quite difficult to ignore. She felt like utter shit. Although she did not need to see to know who's voice it was. Only her annoying older brother was this condescending and only he would get pleasure from her suffering. Most of all what the fuck was her doing in her room as fucking early in the morning?
"What do you want?"
She heard him chuckle, his voice light and full of laughter. "I wanted to see if you were still alive."
At first, he was worried. He did not like the way she looked when she headed out. He was fairly certain she was going to get herself in trouble. Plus, he was afraid she would not come home. When he heard her get in last night, he was relieved. Although he knew she was completely wasted since she stumbled around the place and he heard her punch a few things. Whatever happened - it was not good. Somehow he already knew it had something to do with Goten but he was almost afraid to ask. The less he knew, the better it was. Unless Goten hurt her - then the whole thing would become a lot more confusing.
"What are you talking about?" she inquired as she finally let the pillow slide off her face. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. Then, she slapped a hand to her face, dragging her skin down. When was the last time alcohol messed her up like this? She usually managed to keep pretty good control.
"It's four in the afternoon."
"WHAT?"
She scrambled in her bed, nearly sliding off her smooth white sheets, as she tried to grab her pink cellphone from her bedside table. She was nearly on the floor by the time she managed to grasp it. Her brother was not lying; it was 3:58pm. Holy fuck. She did not drink enough to be this tired! This was all fucking Goten's fault.
"Sounds like you had a lot of fun last night."
"Can you please not?"
She let her phone dropped to the ground before she ran her fingers through her greasy blue strands. She remembered exactly what she did last night. She got into a competition with Paris and she used all that she had to win. Goten was right; it was a mistake. She should have never told that snake. Hopefully Paris would write her off as delusional. It did bother her that she had to remain a hidden little secret but she knew it had to be that way. He had a lot more to lose than she did. And Paris was one fucking crazy bitch. She messed up bad last night. Although that was not the worst thing she did.
No, kissing Goten was.
"Why are you blushing?"
"Do you have to know everything?"
"Yes."
She was not going to tell him about last night. He figured out that much. It irked him. Again, why did it have to be Goten out of all people?
"Look, nothing happened. I went out, I got drunk and I came home. I'm here aren't I?"
"Did you see him?"
"Him?"
"You know exactly who I'm talking about."
She rolled her eyes. "No." What was she going to tell him? Yes, Goten came to drag me out of the club in the middle of the night. Oh and since her relationship is not messed up enough, I kissed him. But you know, that's more normal than him telling his mom we're a couple. None of it was good enough.
"Mom is downstairs. She wants to see you."
"That's it?"
"That's it," he said as he offered her a shrug of the shoulders.
Everyone was lying to him, nothing was as it seemed and his whole life was getting tangled. He wanted to be okay with this since he could not change it but he found it harder and harder every day. Then again, what else was he supposed to do? Goten was in his life from the beginning and Bura was his little sister? He was always going to feel weird about this but he could not cut either of them out of his life.
Bura sighed as she watched her brother purple mane of hair disappeared and she threw herself back in her bed. She regressed last night but she also made progress. Goten kissed her back. He told her to go home but he did not actually say no we should not do this, which was usually his favorite phrase in the entire world. Although she did not even know how she felt about that development. Did she not say he did not deserve her and he would never get her? He crushed her completely, disregarding her feelings and her ego. Why should he ever have the satisfaction of winning?
Then again, who was she kidding?
How the fuck could she stay away from him?
Unable to find an answer to her current predicament, Bura slid her legs off the bed in an attempt to get up. She apparently had another problem to deal with; her mother. Although she could not figure out what her mother's problem might be. She barely took the time to put her hair up in a ponytail that she was running down the stairs. It was not until she was at the edge of the kitchen that she realized she probably should have changed; she was still wearing the previous night's clothes. That might not help her case. Oh well, it was too late now. Plus, her head was throbbing and she simply wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.
"Morning," Bura said as she headed straight for the coffee machine.
"Late night?" her mother asked without raising her glance from the newspaper she was reading.
"Not really."
"Are you sure?"
Bura posed, her blue mug carefully tucked in her hand. Oh boy. "Well, you know. It wasn't that bad." She knew better than to keep lying to when caught in a lie. Her mother was the smartest woman in the world for a reason.
"Did you do anything interesting?"
"Not really."
"Nothing at all relating to Goten?"
Bura sucked a breathe in and everything around her froze. For the first time since the beginning of the conversation, her mother put the newspaper down. Blue met blue and Bura immediately knew she was in big trouble. She kept holding her breathe, waiting for her mother to expand further upon the matter. Whatever it was, it was not good. Although, no matter how much her brain scrambled for an answer, she could not see what bad thing Goten and her did last night. There was a kiss but surely even her mother knew they did worse than that. They were mated were they not?
"Do you know what I did this morning?"
Bura shook her head.
Instead of giving a verbal answer, Bulma grabbed her newspaper from the eggshell colored table and headed in direction of Bura. Once she was near her, she tossed it upon the beige counter and waited.
Bura peered over, afraid of what she was going to see. And oh boy was she right to be scared. The Goten Son and Bura Briefs wedding-to-be. Get all the details. The - oh for fuck's sake.
"Now, I know Chichi would never do this. She might have bought the whole charade but she would never, ever put her son in that position. So tell me Bura," she began as she crossed her arms over her chest. "How did the media learn about this?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I mean there isn't even a picture of the two of you. So clearly they didn't catch you two doing something."
Paris. That stupid whore.
It had to be her. She was the only one who knew anything about this - except their families of course. That little tramp opened her mouth and now Bura was getting shit for it. Alright, so maybe she should not have gloated but - it truly was not her fault. Paris simply knew how to push her buttons and she knew where to hit to make it hurt. Although, Bura was sure that the stupid brunette did not believe her. What would make her go to the journals? It did not add up. There was something she was missing.
"I- I don't know."
Bulma's eyes narrowed. "Don't lie to me young lady."
"I- I honestly don't know."
Bulma slammed the newspaper down. "You're lucky I bought every single copies."
"You did?"
"We don't need this scandal."
And that was saying a lot. Her mother never cared about what the people wrote about her or the family. After all, her father attracted a lot of bizarre attention over the years. Bulma did not share but she did not stop the press. She could not care less about their opinions. They slandered her father more than once, especially when there was no picture of him at the time of Trunks' birth. It never bothered her mother. Why was this any different? Did she think it would impact the company badly? Was she ashamed of all this - just as everyone else was? Shame. Shame everywhere.
"Bura, this is not about me. It's about you. And Goten."
Bulma dealt with a lot in the past and it did not affect her. For a long time, she was a single mom - at least in the world's eyes. They called her tramp, whore and many other distasteful moniker. It never bothered her. However, this was a bigger issue. She was not certain her daughter could handle all of this. Things between her and Goten were shaky and she was not emotionally stable yet. She did not need to be followed around. Most of all, they needed to minimize the repercussions for Goten. She was underage. If the word got out, there might be intense consequences for him. She was sure her daughter did not want that to happen.
"He could get in a lot of trouble."
"Yeah, I know."
"I know this is not pleasant for you, but it's here and it's not going away."
"Don't you think I know that? I'm the one who's in this mess."
"And we're all here for you, Bura."
They were not. She knew things were different ever since they learned the truth. Her brother was not the same, her father was conflicted and her mother - she was doing what she could with what she had. Nobody was happy about it, least of all her and Goten. Sometimes she simply wanted to bury her head in the sand and pretend none of it was happening. Of course, that would do nothing for the ache in her chest or the swell of her heart. She was doomed to love him forever. Oh and doomed to remember the feel of his willing lips against hers. How was she going to forget about that kiss?
"Can I go back to bed now?"
Bulma sighed, clearly running out of ideas to help her. "Sure." Bulma grabbed the newspaper from the counter and slid it in the trashcan where it belonged.
"Thanks," she whispered.
Then, she ran back up to her bedroom. Once she reached her room, she grabbed the handle and then violently slammed her door shut; hopefully that would keep everyone away for a while. Trunks, now her mother… they did not need to babysit her and constantly check up on her. She could make her own fucking decisions. Although last night was not her smartest idea, it did not turn out all that bad - except for the Paris' part of course. She finally let some steam out and she kissed Goten. She wondered how he was going to weasel his way out of this one. He could not blame it on anything this time.
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by the vibrating of her cellphone. She arched a blue eyebrow, tilted her head to the side, her bangs covering her eyes. Who was texting her this early in the morning? She reached for it, and quickly glanced at her screen. Goten. Her heart skipped a beat and she nearly allowed her phone to escape the clutches of her hands. She shook her strands of blue hair and inhaled deeply, her chest rising. She slid her phone open with her finger and then waited for the text message to appear. Did you make it home okay?
What. He was checking up on her now?
He tried to be the one to take her home but she never let him - she walked away. If he could not be with her then he had no business worrying about her. She agreed to go home but she said she would do it on her own. He did not quite appreciate it but since she agreed to leave he did not argue much. Regardless, it was none of his business if she made it home or not. Perhaps if none of this was a charade, he would have the right to know about her whereabouts. For now, he could butt out. She angrily tossed her phone away and dropped back on her bed, her arms stretched out and her blue hair fawning around her head.
Fuck her life.

-M-
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Seriously. She was seventeen years old. It was impossible that she did not look at her phone at least once in the last four hours. Ugh and did he really need to remind himself of her age? Was that necessary? He groaned as he stared one more time at his cellphone. If he turned the screen on one more time, he might just kill his phone. He wasted his entire battery waiting for her to reply. And she never did. He could have called - or show up but that would not solve any of their issues. To top it all, he was not sure how to face her. He let the kiss happen. He did not push her away… he simply pulled away after a moment.
He let the kiss go on and worst of all? It was nice.
And it should not be nice and he was a terrible human being.
She was drunk - she probably never meant to do it. She was still mad at him for cornering her into a fake relationship for his mother's sake. He was such a coward that he let her leave. She was drunk and upset and he let her leave. Usually he would not have dared to text her and he would have kept any time of contact to the minimum but… he just wanted to make sure she was alright. Of course, nothing bad could happen to her - she was a half saiyan and yet… he simply wanted to know. Unfortunately for him, she was dead set on leaving him in the dark. They had managed to do some progress and he screwed it all up.
He was about to lean back into his couch when suddenly there was a knock on his door. For a second, his heart quit beating but he rapidly realized that it was not Bura; he would have sensed her. His dark eyebrows were burrowed as he hopped to his bare feet and headed for the door. He was still wearing his blue pyjamas pants with a simple white t-shirt; he was not exactly dressed to receive company. He grabbed the door's handle and twisted it open. Who he found on the other side was the last person he expected; Paris. She wore her signature yellow dress along with a pair of black high heels. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and she looked quite displeased.
"I never pegged you for a sell out."
"Paris?"
"Don't Paris me," she said as she pushed him aside. She invited herself in his apartment and began glancing around. "Where is she?"
"What are you talking about?" he inquired, still holding the door open.
"Your little whore."
"Paris, I already told you -"
"You fucking liar. I saw YOU KISSING HER LAST NIGHT!"
His blood froze and his jaw when slacked while his brain scrambled for an answer.
"What you can't come up with any more lies? Well you were never really smart."
"Look, it's not what it looks like."
"Yeah right," she scoffed. "I know what I saw. And I was going to make sure everyone knew about this wonderful relationship but your girlfriend took care of it."
His eyes narrowed. "Paris, what did you do?"
"It doesn't matter. She took care of it. But let me tell you, this isn't the end. You can't do this to me."
"Paris, you're insane. We're not even together anymore."
"I know you were fucking her when we got back together."
He held his breathe, trying to hide the fact that his eyes widened against his will. "What are you talking about?"
She scoffed. "She told me everything." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, her smirk proud. At least it seemed that the communication between the two of them was not perfect. The more flaws they were, the easier they would fall. "That time I came over and the door was broken…"
He frowned. Nothing about between Bura and him that time… just what the hell had she been telling Paris? Drunk Bura was definitively bad; she kept running her mouth to the wrong person.
"I don't know what she told you but nothing happened."
"Oh yeah, okay just like you didn't kiss her last night right?"
Goten sighed in defeat; he could not deal with all of her crazy right now. As a matter of fact he was beginning to wonder how in the world he dealt with it for so long. Paris was poison and she infected his life for way too long. Perhaps this whole ordeal was a blessing in disguise. Although, she looked like a girl with a bone to pick and he feared that might be a horrific thing for him and Bura. There was no lie he could tell her, no make up truth that would make it all go away. She saw them kiss and now he was completely screwed. The best thing he could do was try to calm her down.
Before she made a mistake she could not take back.
"Paris, look. Let's talk about this."
"Oh there isn't anything for us to talk about." She squared her shoulders as though she was trying to make herself look imposing. "We're through, that much is clear. I am done with you."
Was she…breaking up with him even though they were not dating? Alright, he supposed he could give her that one. Anything to get her to shut up. His fingers were itching at his sides and he was dying to let some of his pent up rage out. Of course, it was not like he could spar with his best friend. No because his best friend was acting weird as fuck around him. Which was totally Goten's fault but it did not change the fact that the whole situation sucked.
"And there is nothing you can say that will make me change my mind. You and your little whore will pay."
"Paris."
"Nobody humiliates me like this."
She snubbed him, raising her chin up high in the air and then she walked past him. She let her shoulder bump into his on her way out, her brown locks bouncing along her collarbones. He watched her go, his forehead filled with wrinkles as worries filled his chest. If he knew one thing about Paris it was that she hardly went bak on her word and she had one hell of a drive. She never used to be so bitter. She always was somewhat simple minded, gullible, but she used to have a sweet, kind and charming side. It was why he fell for her in the first place. Unfortunately after mistrust, break ups… she changed.
They changed.
They spent way too much time fixing something that could not be fixed.
Somehow, they grew up in different people who were not looking for the same things. When he first got with her, it was a lucky break; she finally did not have a boyfriend. He should have seen it right away but he was mesmerized by her. Another mistake he could add to his long list of failures. Could he not do anything right? He sighed before pressing his back to the nearest wall. He then let himself slide all the way down, his fingers tangled in his hair. He knew Paris was determined and he feared what she might do. Actually, he wondered what she did already. She mentioned Bura earlier.
He was going to have to talk to her wasn't he?

-M-
Knock. Knock.
"I already told you I wanted to be alone."
Knock. Knock.
Bura tilted her head backwards, her blue locks brushing up against her lower back. She sighed in aggravation and then tossed her tablet off of her lap. Honestly, this was a huge house; they did all have to gather around her and bother her? Surely there was something else they could do. Her feet loudly landed on the floor and she stomped all the way to the door. She swung the door opened, ready to turn her mother around except Bulma was not who she found on the other side. It was Goten. And he did not even give her a chance to ask him what in the world he was doing there.
No, instead, he pushed her inside and shut the door closed.
"What did you do?"
She took a defensive stance and glared at him. "What is your problem?"
"What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything."
"Paris came to my house."
She ignored the ping of jealousy. That bitch truly was not going to let him go was she? Even after everything that happened, she hung on to him like he was hers. Well, he was not.
"So?"
"She said you took care of something."
She tried to hold back the smirk tugging at her lips. Apparently, she thought she was pretty smart. As though she could pull off one over her, Bura Briefs. Granted, her mother was the one that took care of the problem but that was beside the point.
"She tried to do a publicity stunt."
"What?"
"Don't worry, my mom bought all the newspapers."
"For Kami's sake," he said as he ran his fingers through his bangs. He did not think she would go this far this quickly. That girl was messed up in more ways than one.
"Now, are you gonna shove me again or can you get out and leave me alone?" If he thought she was about to forget the rude way he greeted her, he had another thing coming. Wasn't he the one who sweetly texted her earlier? But now he had the guts to accuse her again.
His eyes narrowed. "Paris is not going to let this go."
"Too bad for her." Bura crossed her arms in front of her chest, her breasts lifted to the top, creating a cleavage. "Now get out."
"B."
"Get out. I've had enough of you thinking you have some kind of authority over me. You yelled at me yesterday, you yell at me today."
"Because you make stupid decisions."
"Really? How about we examine who makes the worst decisions here?"
There was something about her that infuriated him. His heart was racing, he could feel the vein in his neck pulsing and his self control was slipping away. Sometimes, she drove him to madness, forcing a rage inside his chest. Other times, he could hardly control himself, a foreign desire pulsing through him. Ever since he sank his teeth in her neck, he was out of control. He did not know how to be around her, how to talk to her. Her presence was enough to screw him up. There was a slight shake of his upper arms as his eyes met hers. Those blue orbs - full of challenge and defiance.
And he took the bait.
Bura did not have a chance to exhale the air filling her lungs that he took hold of her. His long fingers wrapped around her wrists, squeezing them enough to numb them, and he used his sturdy chest and raw strength to smack her back against the nearest wall. Red petal lips parted, blue orbs widened and for a second her stoic mask fell. He squeezed his digits around her wrists, keeping them pinned above her head, her body trapped between his and the cold wall. Adrenaline spiked through his blood while he was deafened by the sound of his own heart beating hard enough to break through his chest.
"Stop acting like this."
She tugged on her arms, attempting to break herself free, but her tries were useless. She might be strong but he was better. "Acting like what?"
"How do you want me to forget how young you are when you keep acting like a spoiled child?"
"I'm not a spoiled child." He touched, he felt her - he kissed her back. How could he even let himself think of her as a child. She was far from that. She was an adult, one who could make decisions for herself.
"Yes you are," he spat back. "You taunt Paris, you throw a tantrum every time you don't get your way." She was Bura Briefs and nobody could deny her a thing. Even he could not. He kissed her, he gave in. Why did he even give in? "You're not always like this, B." He remembered a kinder girl, one who was determined but - not like this.
Tears burned at her eyes, begging to be released but she held them back. He was making a fool out of her. It was impossible that he did not know her heart raced around him or that her blood heated up from a touch of his hand. It was hard to keep her usual strong headed mind when he was everything she wanted but could not have. Even now that she was his, he was not hers. She tried her hardest but it was never enough. He said it; she was a child. He would never shed that old, out dated thought of her. Her body was not enough, she was not enough. And it killed her because she was Bura. And if there was one thing she learned while growing up, it was that she was enough - she was more than enough.
"Because you're toying with me."
Her words hit him like a slap and he remained stunned. For a brief moment, his hold on her wrists loosened. "What?"
"You touched me and then you said I was a child. And then you forced me to play that little charade with your mom. And then you kissed me…" She was weak - she could not let him see that side. "I'm not a toy. You can find something else to play with." She tugged again but despited the loosened hold, she could not free herself. "I toyed with you. I only told Paris because I was bored."
She did not care who had him. She did not want him anymore. He was not worth it, he was not worth her pride. She was more than this and she was not about to let him take it all away. The shred of self esteem she was hung by a thread, ready to snap. She never knew one person could do so much damage. It used to be a crush, she used to observe him from a far while she was nothing but a child. She was not even certain she could pin point the exact moment he became everything. Was it before or after she became a slave to the moonlight? Could she back to a time when her heart was not ripped to shreds?
Could she could go back to being prideful and unstoppable?
Because right now, with his hands holding her captive, she felt breakable.
She never felt breakable in her life. She was the definition of strong and strength and yet he shattered her with a mere whisper of a word. She hated him for it - or at least she wanted to hate him.
He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. "Why are you so difficult?" He asked that question but the one he wanted to ask was why he could not stay away. He did not really have to come. And she was right, he did not have to yell at her. The whole situation was much easier if he hated her. He could not feel anything else for her. Brotherly love was out of the question. Real love was not even on the list. Hating her seemed like the easiest solution - but he was never able to do that. So instead, he yelled. He let out all the pent up rage he could not get rid of, the one constantly swirling inside of him.
It was there, the wretched bond, tugging at him, making his life miserable when he was away from her. Except, being close to her also tore him to pieces. What was the answer?
"I'm not difficult, you're an asshole."
His skin was clammy against hers; was he nervous? She held her breathe while his warm puff of air tickled her flesh. He was close, so close. His sturdy chest was squishing hers, her breasts threatening to break free from their constraints. If she tilted her pelvis forward, she would be completely touching him, melting her body against his. She would not be the one to cave in; she did enough of that already.
He lowered his head even more, his nose brushing up against hers. It was time to leave. He had to leave. He came in for answers and he got them. The illness that plagued him the previous night was there, hanging over his head. He remembered the taste of her lips, he remembered how screwed up he was for liking it. He had the out he wanted; she was mad at him. The madder she was, the more she would hate him. Wasn't that perfect? Of course, it could also be just as stupid as his plan to pretend they were a couple - all for his mother's sake. They were bound to each other - forever, according to her father.
How was he going to keep away from her forever? How was he going to make her hate him for all of time?
"B. I don't know how to do this." As he spoke, his lips left a lingering presence on hers. They were so close he could almost taste them.
"Do what?" she snapped.
He did not know how to deal with a torn heart. The bond, the moon, it demanded that he felt her. His mind was not so sure it was all that good or ethical. He did not even know what to feel for her. It was destroying him inside out, driving him to insanity. Which decision was the right one?
"All of this."
There it was, the confusion, the one she could play with. She was always a woman on a mission, one with an ego. He might have almost destroyed it but - she was Bura Briefs. If there was an opening, she should take it. Except, this was not about making him love her. No, she was still too bitter about the rejection. This was about leaving him wanting - she wanted him to experience what he did to her time and time again. Yes, she wanted him to feel that ache in his chest, the one that threatened to take apart everything he was. Perhaps then, he would understand. He was not phased by this, he was not broken by it - simply bothered.
She would take it to the next level.
Bura leaned her chest forward, tilting her head to the right. Her cheek brushed up against his, her lips teasing him, hovering over the flesh of his neck. Her breasts were fully pressed into him, her back arched as she leaned into his touch. "What is all of this," she whispered, her breathe tickling his skin.
"B."
He was shaking, his hands releasing her wrists. Immediately her arms dropped to her sides and his palms stayed pressed against the wall. It was best if his hands were far away from her and her body. "I can't do this." If he closed his eyes, he would think back to the previous night, he would think about her lips. He was the worst human being. He should not let these kind of thoughts in his mind. It was wrong, he was wrong.
Her tiny hands wrapped around his biceps, squeezing the muscles. Her lips closed the distance, her head cradling in his neck. His body tensed, his jaw flexed under the pressure. He was not going to move, he was not going to touch her. His hands were to remain on that wall. Because this was wrong. Except Bura had something else in mind. She left trails of fake kisses along his skin before tilting her head backwards. "I know." Her voice was different, as though she was trying to be re-assuring.
His fingers were crisp and his whole body was rigid. She was close - too close. But she was not angry anymore and that was messing with his head. She should be pushing him away, yelling at him and she was doing none of that. He did not like it. He felt like he was about to burn up in flames. He had to go before he got himself in even more trouble - if that was even possible. "B…"
"I know," she repeated.
And it snapped.
His hands left the wall and before he could even breathe, he was touching her. Fingers trailed down the side of her body, hugging her hips. Everything was fire as he felt the fabric slip through his fingertips. Her head tilted backwards, exposing her fragile neck to him, his mark still visible despite the many weeks that passed. His mark. The mark that showed he made her his - the one that was a mistake. He inhaled deeply, letting her sweet, honey scent fill his nostrils. It was hypnotizing, it was his downfall. He dared to taste something else than her lips. His mouth moved against her neck, peppering kisses along her throat, feeling as she swallowed. Her whole body dipped backward but he held her close.
Bura could feel her body burning up and she could already see how her plan could easily backfire. She was addicted to him and he was giving her the fill she so desperately needed. A moan was dying to emerge from deep inside her throat but she held it back; she would not give him that satisfaction. His fingers pressed into her flesh, bringing her a pleasurable pain. She let her nails scratch at him through the cotton fabric of his shirt and it made him growl against her. Already she could feel the panic flashing through him and she knew she did not have much time left.
She arched her back, shoving plump breasts into his line of sight. He took the bait, lowering himself until his soft lips were brushing up against the top part of her mounds. His hands rose higher, lingering on her rib cage, never daring to be indecent. His ministrations forced her shirt down, exposing more of herself. He was right there, ready to taste her.
"You're right," she said in a throaty whisper.
"Huh?" His mind was a daze of confusion.
"This shouldn't happen." Her voice changed, her tone colder. She took advantage of his confusion and slipped away from his hold. As she walked away from him, she could hear the panting of his voice, the silent scream coming from inside of his body. Every inch of him was screaming for release, screaming for another touch but she did not let him have the last word.
He always pulled away, he always denied her what she craved most. This time, it was his turn.
Hollowness formed in the pit of her stomach, as though she too was being punished by this, but she ignored it.
Freeing herself from him would take time.

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