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Eternity	By : HollyHK Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 4598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dress warm.
This would be the only hint that Goten would give her when she would inquire about their upcoming date. The butterflies had fluttered happily in her abdomen when she saw that he would not budge from the secrecy of his agenda. As Bra lightly tightened the scarf around her neck in front of her full length mirror, she looked into her own eyes, feeling the mixture of her anxiety and excitement pool in the pit of her stomach; this day would be interesting, to say the least.
The handsome half-saiyan had suggested the idea to her that the next day of the weekend should be spent together, as well; since this current time would be for his activities, the next day could be events of her choosing. Bra had happily accepted this offer, silently praising the highest Kai above for opportunities to feel his touch once more. Despite his internal cringing at the possible scenarios that Bra’s mind could possibly come up with, such as shopping, he knew that this would be worth it. He would get to be with her, after all, and would endure purchased ritzy items being thrown towards him for her.
That was what love was all about, wasn’t it? Leaving your own comfort zone for another to bask in theirs?
Bra straightened out her denim pants and had tightened the coat around her torso by buttoning the thick fabric, ensuring that she looked perfect; Goten would be here any moment. She did not fancy the idea of allowing her mind’s thoughts to roam, out of fear that the activity would explore into inappropriate areas that she deeply desired to run from.
Moving on from Marcus’s death, for instance.
Her lips pursed as she sat on the edge of her bed to fondle with the thin strap on her designer purse. She was unsure of what to expect from the day, so she packed all of her capsules that she felt that she might need; her personal favorite vehicle, which would be a small, red convertible that has the option to change from wheels for casual travel on the road, to serving her as a hover vehicle that could fly up to one hundred feet in the air. It was a wonderful addition to her diverse collection of automobiles.
She looked through her window with an idle state of mind, only to discover a small blast of light quickly heading towards the Capsule Corporation and straight to her window. Her beautiful lips had curved into a beautiful, genuine smile; Goten was finally coming to claim her. She immediately stood and pulled the purse’s strap over her head, allowing it to rest at her hip with thanks to her shoulder for its restraint. With great excitement, she ran to her balcony’s door and allowed herself out, allowing one last glance to her personal space… and the obituary hidden beside the large bouquet of roses.
When Bra shut the door, she looked into the sky only to see Goten landing just inches from her. The light in his eyes had matched hers when he permitted himself to fix his gaze on her beauty only for a couple of moments. Knowing she could not contain her desires for too long, she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. Goten released a nearly-silent breath of relief as he grasped her hair and her upper body in a mirrored embrace. He inhaled the beautiful scent of hers, but had noticed that something was different this time. Goten felt her grip tighten on him, which caused him to lower his eyebrows in confusion. Despite their previous, passionate moments, he was not expecting her to respond to him with physical affection before speaking the first word. He smelled her once more, wondering –
Oh. My. Kami. His hold on her had immediately frozen; Bra was in a heat cycle. He did not have too much time to counterattack against the battle of his sudden, animalistic nature, for she had looked up at him; her face was glowing, her eyes radiant, her happiness genuine. “May I have any hints yet?”
He chuckled, perhaps a little too loudly, but simply out of nervousness. “Well… we don’t have much time.”
This had only confused the woman in his arms. “For what?”
He smiled. “Are you ready to go?”
“She’s on the balcony, Feko.”
“What’s she doing?”
“She’s hugging this guy.”
“Well!? What in the hell are you waiting for? Shoot both of them.”
“They have already left, sir.”
“Stop talking and start following them! I want her dead!”
A young man had surfaced from his hiding place, a large bush across the street from the Capsule corporation, to squint his eyes towards the sky. “But… I don’t know how to fly.”
Bra was unsure why Goten would be flying so fast; he seemed to be in a good spirits, as though he had no worry in the world. As a result of his speed, the final days of the bitter cold’s air had pierced at the scarcely exposed skin on her body. She dipped her face into his shoulder in order to avoid her cheeks from reddening further; she considered herself to be slightly grateful, as this was an opportunity to hold onto him tighter.
“’You okay?” He had asked her.
“Oh, yes,” she allowed a small sniff at his cologne. “I’m wonderful.”
“Good; we’re almost there.”
“Where?” She inquired as she attempted to identify the lands that had surrounded them. Despite the beginning of the season change in West City, the land’s snow below them had sparkled beautifully. She was sure she was far away from her home.
“Here.” He had stopped flying and slowly landed in front of a large mountain. Bra had let go of Goten and had stared at the world’s structure with widened eyes, silently trying to interpret what his plans were. The two was standing in a large clearing, with its distant edges surrounded with forestry. She could see a drop ahead of the wooded area, perhaps a river, but it was too far to see with her naked vision. She watched Goten bend to pick up his homemade sled with pride; a large, smoothed wooden slab that stood only inches from the ground, with thanks to a metal runner that had been installed at the base. He watched her gawk confusedly at this contraption. “What is that?”
He stared at his handsome creation with her. “It’s a sled!”
Bra poked at it. “A what?”
It was Goten’s turn to blankly stare at the beautiful woman. “You’ve never been sledding?” Bra eyed her surroundings as she slowly shook her head. Without any warning, he had scooped her up with his free arm and flew up the side of the mountain. Bra confusion remained, but was sure that this activity called ‘sledding’ would be fun… she hoped; her only choice was to trust Goten’s judgment.
When he landed on a small, flat ledge about fifty feet from the clearing’s ground, she blinked. “What in the hell are we doing up here?”
She watched him place the structure on the even ground to sit on it. He looked up to gaze at her, only standing there with obvious bewilderment in her features. Goten patted the vacant spot in front of his body and smiled. “Come on.”
“What?”
“Come on!” His perfect, wide smile was contagious.
She stared at him skeptically but did as she was told. She wedged herself between his strong legs and sat on the uncomfortable slab. “Um…?”
“Hold on tight.”
“To what!?”
The handsome half-saiyan lifted his arm and slightly twisted his torso to meet the mountain. A small orb of light had developed from his palm and gently shot towards the flattened area. As Bra was unaware of the true purpose of sledding, she began to scream when they began to slide down the deep slope. The beautiful woman cowered by holding her arms over her upper body, fearing where they were going to wind up when this crazy contraption would stop. If she would be lucky enough to survive, she would make sure that she would receive her first assault charge by attacking Goten. She had heard his carefree laughter be replaced by his warm embrace. “Open your eyes.”
Bra did not want to obey out of fear, yet she felt the need to stay aware of the possible situation. She peeked above her forearm and could only simply see the height of their location from the ground. This realization temporarily had made her stomach churn, yet a sudden feeling of excitement had chased the discomfort away. Portions of her hair had begun to flip wildly when her face was in full view once more. “Whoa…” She blinked. “You do this for fun?”
Chuckling, he cupped her chin to gaze into her innocent features. Without much warning, he had lightly brushed his lips against hers. Due to this surprise distraction, the couple was not aware of the large rock that had protruded from the earth. The sled crashed into it and sent them tumbling for the remainder of the cold ride. Goten quickly gripped onto her, yet allowed the tumbling to continue. Bra began to scream at this realization and clung onto his strong body for support. Goten’s back bounced off of the slope and the two had landed onto the clearing with a loud thud.
“Bra…” He had noticed that she was not moving; Goten pulled his weight off of her in an attempt to expose her face, only to see her that her long, thick hair kept her covered. He brushed her locks out of his way only to observe the frightened stare that she was making when the two were still rolling down the hill. “Bra?”
She slowly blinked. “Holy shit; that was fun!”
After three more rounds on Goten’s sled, he had suggested retiring at his residence, but only because Bra’s hair appeared frozen and her cheeks were flushed in her body’s attempt to adapt to the cold. He had gripped onto her freezing figure and had blasted towards his house, prepared to execute the remainder of his plans.
He had opened the door for her and she threw herself inside, releasing a sigh of relief of the wood stove’s strong wave of warmth that greeted her. Bra sat herself down in front of the large, warming structure and rubbed her icy hands together, immediately craving more of the welcoming temperature. Goten stifled a chuckle, for he had never seen her in need of anything. Ever. “Would you like some hot chocolate?”
She smiled in his direction. “That sounds nice. Thank you.”
When he disappeared into the kitchen, she turned her attention back to the heat. She rubbed her cold hands together eagerly and reached them out towards the fire in front of her, thankful that the days of cold weather were almost over. Indulging in the induced warmth, her curious eyes had trailed across the room. The wandering had come to a stop when her gaze fixed on a portrait of four happy faces, smiling as they stared back at her. Without thinking, she stood and walked over to the picture, picking up the delicate frame to receive a better look. She now knew where he inherited his carefree spirit from.
Chi-Chi’s delicate arms were wrapped around a man with strong, bulky arms and a wide, cheesy smile. His hair was wildly sticking up in every direction, as though he had not groomed his mane in days. Beside him was Gohan, who she immediately recognized, but in the man’s arms was a little boy with matching hair; She did not realize that Goten was identical to his father. So this was the Kakarot that her father had always seemed to mention, but she was unsure why he would seem so jealous over him; Bra was sure that he would be able to defeat the man if he was in his younger years.
She lifted her gaze and saw Goten place two large mugs of the hot, chocolate drink on the coffee table. “So this is your…” She started to ask stupidly, simply attempting to create conversation. When he nodded, she placed the picture in its original place and joined him on his sofa. “He seemed to be a good man. Dad speaks about him a lot.”
“Everyone knows him better than I do,” Goten chuckled sadly.
“I don’t,” Bra picked up her mug and began to sip on her drink. “I never met him…”
He shrugged. “I’ve only met him a few times more than you.”
“How did you know about sledding, then?” She smiled as she watched him lean his back against the furniture.
“Gohan taught me all I know,” he matched her expression, but only temporarily. He fixed onto the woodstove’s fire in front of him, with his eyes beginning to reveal little, scant hints of sadness. Bra had witnessed the unraveling of his sober mood and immediately regretted bringing Kakarot up.
“I’m… having a great time.” She sat her cup beside his and joined his stare into the fire.
“I’m glad,” He turned to her and smiled again.
“Me too,” she scooted closer to him and the two stared into the wood stove’s fire in silence. After glancing at him for a brief minute, Bra awkwardly slid her head and rested her weight against his shoulder. The slight breeze that was emitted from her movement had danced underneath Goten’s nose and he had filled his lungs with the pleasant scent. Bra looked towards him and pursed her lips, initially believing that his deep breath was due to his emotions towards Goku. However, his eyes had told a completely different story; he looked as though he was in pain. Goten’s eyes were widened and frozen, with his lips parted and the visible, tense muscles in his neck and shoulders. She looked at her body and concluded that she did not accidentally hit him. “Goten…” Her fingers reached for his jawline and she stroked the skin in an attempt to console him.
Her skin against his skin had caused him to tense further; it was as though the most delicate velvet was embracing him. Goten looked towards her and forced himself to blink several times, as he was in a belief that he was hallucinating; For all he knew, he could be. Her complexion, a beautiful shade of ivory, was glowing brightly. Every detail of hers, from the very tip of her face to the sole of her feet was luminous and radiant, and it had suckered him in at such an unbelievably-rapid pace. He was spellbound.
He did not care about how she would feel. How she would react. He would have her, or he would die trying.
Goten had taken a large fistful of her hair and thrust his mouth upon hers, suddenly feeling a rush of relief that he was finally touching her. Tasting her. Feeling every inch of her body underneath his strong hand. Surprisingly, Bra had returned this surprise mode of affection by grabbing his shoulders to pull him closer to her.
Once the scent of her hair had drifted underneath his nose, he had moved her locks to expose her neck. He craned to meet his lips with her fair, porcelain skin; a near-silent moan had uttered from her throat, and before he knew what had happened, Goten had lost all control of himself. What little did he know was that Bra was lost with him.
He had pulled her sweater sleeve to expose her collar bone and had moved the soft embraces of her neck to her shoulder. She lifted her head back to expose more skin when she naturally gasped, only for his mouth to push against her delicate features to taste every inch of her, proving this dwelling hunger that had plagued him. Please, he had begged to himself. Please don't pull away.
She was suddenly silent and he had paused, wondering if, in the unlikely circumstance that she had somehow heard his thoughts. Instead, she looked as though she was in a trance, when in reality, she was merely staring at him and silently wishing for more. Before he had time to react at the awkward standstill, her mouth had crashed against his in return, with her tongue gently grazing inside of his mouth. He returned this gesture in a craze that was too powerful to stop. Without breaking this kiss, he tilted his head to the side to taste her further while lifting both of her thighs to his waist.
He carried her to his bedroom, basking in her beautiful taste while thrusting the door open and allowing the barrier to hit the wall loudly. He could not make it to his bed in time; he had needed her NOW. He collapsed onto the floor beside the bed and lifted her sweater over her head, exposing the beautiful skin that he had desperately craved. He placed his hands on her perfectly arched back as he smothered her chest in kisses, barely able to contain his whimpers and moans of satisfaction and victory. Finally. He slid his hands to the scant fabric that contained those delicate, yet perfect breasts that he yearned for and unhooked her bra to toss it to the side. She loudly gasped when he placed one of the sensitive mounds between his teeth. He swirled around the hardened nipple with his hot, needing tongue. Oh, she tasted so perfectly, as though she was made only for him. Her neck arched when she tossed her head back in a loud moan as his fingers lightly pinched the neglected nub that ached for attention. To tease her further, he slowly moved his hips against her, feeling the heat in the center despite the clothing that had held him from her. He would drive her to the brink of insanity and make her pay for forcing him to wait so long for her.
She gripped his hair when he focused his attention to the other sensitive mound, repeating his actions with the first. She released a loud breath and, too, began to mimic his subtle thrusts with her hips. She had reached underneath his body and quickly unbuttoned her pants, desperate for him to take her. He was aware of these movements and happily gripped her denim jeans and pulled them off with one quick move. Goten immediately returned to his work by pressing his lips lovingly against her stomach and navel. She whimpered at the unraveling of the desires that she had tucked away, not wanting to remember New Year's Eve, not wanting to face this regret of not taking this opportunity to choose him. In the end, it was always about Goten. It was always going to be about Goten.
When he had met her wet, trembling center, he paused to look at her with a determined, yet seductive gaze. Surprising her, he rubbed the tiny nerve with his thumb. She cried out as her hips bucked underneath him wildly, indulging in this new paradise that she could have had all along. He lowered his face while circling his thumb on her bud, only for him to take it inside of his mouth. He whimpered in a sweet satisfaction, but she did not hear him. She had grabbed a fistful of his hair and thrust her hips toward his face, making no secret of her begs. While enjoying her nectar, he slipped two fingers inside of her to find the sweet spot that would bring her to the insanity. She was much tighter than he recalled her to be, yet he smiled; he would take great pleasure in destroying her. He continued greeting her bud when he had found this special area and began to stroke her lovingly. He lifted his head with a hard, yet wild gaze, watching every move of hers. "You're mine. Understand?"
"Yes!" She had fully submitted. "Yes!"
He had vibrated his fingers against her and she gasped, knowing that her climax was close. She gripped onto the carpet, moaning in heightened pleasure, listening to his seductive encouragements to let go. She shuddered violently when she had came, releasing a small amount of nectar on his fingers. He quickly lowered his head to indulge in the aftermath of her pleasure, knowing that it was only him that had drove her into this beautiful madness. He lifted his gaze to her again, only for her to sit up and remove his shirt in one quick move. Bra could easily be hurt by this man, just as she was by Marcus, only Goten's harm could be much worse. The hands that once defended their families in battle had now caressed her curved, velvet-like frame as she gently kissed his chest and his stomach. With fast speed, he quickly unzipped his pants and shoved them off of his hips, revealing his painfully hard erection. Bra continued to kiss his chest while wrapping her delicate hand around his being, beginning to stroke it slowly while she sucked gently on his neck. Oh, thank Kami, he had mentally shouted. She had closely watched his reactions for her movements and smiled in approval. He allowed her hands to explore him, every inch of him, and there was no greater privilege than having this woman in his arms again.
Her caresses of him had slowly become more aggressive and he had uttered out a moan. He was in a daze; he could not think of nothing else other than the sweet ecstasy that seemed to be flowing through his veins. He had finally opened his eyes and had met her gaze just below his stomach while her pumps had become harsher. To his great delight, she had taken him into her mouth with just-as-aggressive affection as her hands were initiating. He uncontrollably cried out at this new heat that swelled inside of him while he had gripped onto a fistful of her locks to encourage her to continue. Her hot tongue swirled around him from the tip of his head to the base. He fought against his natural instinct to shove himself deep inside of her throat, despite the explosion of bliss that she was giving him. He did not need to do this, for it had already felt too damn good, and he never wanted this beautiful moment to end. Her gentle licks had traveled underneath him, where she began to suckle his skin while stroking his member softly. He whimpered, knowing that he was already heavy with seed and was unsure how long he could last at this rate.
When he realized that she had stopped, his eyes had breathlessly fluttered open and had observed the beautiful woman in front of him. She was on her hands and knees, staring at him, with her eyes clouded with seduction. The moment that he had been slowly dying for had finally come. He picked her up and had collapsed atop her on his bed, showering her body in strong, powerful kisses. He had gracefully placed his weight between her legs and had entered her with a slow thrust. She had cried out at this invasion, for he was larger than she had remembered, but this did not stop him; his desire was too powerful to contain. The smell of her sweat that had lightly beaded her body had drifted underneath his nose. He had grabbed her wrists and pressed his weight on them while he slammed himself deep inside of her. He would simply tie her to his bedframe, but he could not stop long enough to do so. This was one opportunity that he had been waiting for, and there would be nothing that would take this away.
Her cries of his name was the sweetest, yet most beautiful music to his ears, and he, with such determination, had straightened his back and grabbed her hips. He had lifted her lower body to join with his, feeling every crevice and detail of her. Oh, Kami, this bond was sheer perfection. He swung his head back and closed his eyes in the continuance of their joining. The deep, damp tightness had sent him to new heights and he indulged in feeling every crevice of hers. No alcohol, no drug, nor anything with a beating heart could destroy this eternal bond.
The vocalizations of her had gradually changed; he had noticed that her moans began to sound slightly off. His eyes had opened and had looked at the beautiful features on her face, only to notice a light stream of tears had welled and had escaped from the corners of her eyes; she was noticably fighting back cries. Had he hurt her? He paused to tower his body over hers again and had lovingly kissed where the tears had fallen. "I'm always here," he had murmured in her ear while continuing to stroke her cheeks with his lips. Slowly continuing their lovemaking, he had looked deep into her wet reddened eyes and had rested his forehead on hers. She wrapped her frail arms around his neck and he had lifted her to his knees to hold her body closer to him. She had released some of her weak cries and he had silently soothed her by straddling her hips atop his. She lifted her gaze and had embraced her lips against his, feeling the vibrations of his quiet moans. Soon, her body began to buck underneath his touch all on her own and her sadness had dissapated. "That's right," he encouraged. He had hit this special spot and her vocal expressions of this pleasure had come closer, louder, knowing that she was ready to release again. His lips had pressed against her delicate jaw line repeatedly between his moans and his begs for more of her, slowly reaching his brink of insanity. She had finally let go and had released the point of pleasure, crying out his name and trembling beneath his unbreakable hold. Not realizing that she, too, had reached this point, she had bit the skin below his collarbone and a rush of his blood had entered her mouth, drinking from the fresh wound eagerly. He had gasped to stifle a loud moan and rammed into her again. He mirrored her and sank his teeth into her neck as her fingernails had deeply scratched at his shoulderblades in response. Keeping his teeth intact to her wound, he allowed her to collapse onto the bed and allow his instincts to take over. Her blood had lightly traced in his mouth and it had sent him over the edge to where he could not contain his inevitable end any longer; he had spilled his seed deep inside of her, trembling and shuddering violently over her, riding the harsh wave of his orgasm. His bloody lips had crashed against her equally messy mouth, tasting each other in a strong force. He thrust several more times to prolong both of their pleasures before he had finally lost all strength on his body and collapsed on top of her.
Life was beautiful.
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