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Stupid Monkey	By : VegsMate Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2429 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 14
- 15
Special Thanks: to RM for beta-ing.

Chapter 15: Oxymoronic Behavior

Sitting
on the couch in the dimly lit living room, I flip through channels with no real
interest in anything on the screen. It has been a long day with testing, and
everything went well except for a few bugs here and there. But that is to be
expected. Soon I�ll have to attend more marketing meetings and such. But now . .
. now all I want to do is sit back and relax.

I flip to
an international film channel. Knowing that they usually have excellent movies,
I put down the remote, draw my legs in close, and get comfortable with one of
the throw pillows, to lay my head on the arm of the couch.

Vegeta
didn�t show up for dinner again�not that I stayed to eat with my parents
either�but he should have at least come around the kitchen.

The
thought annoys me, mainly because I am still quite piqued over what happened
this morning, and partly because we did see each other then. The purpose for him
continuing with this avoidance makes no sense whatsoever. I did bring him his
droids too�like a peace offering, to let him know that things don�t have to be
so uptight between us�I didn�t even have to do that and he knows it! But still
he avoids me. I ought to break them myself! I shouldn�t even have made them for
him in the first place!

I seethe
in my annoyance for a moment.

Who am I
kidding? I would make them for him a thousand times over. Unfortunately, he�d
still treat me just the same.

�Stupid
monkey,� I mutter. Damn him and his moodiness!

But I
shouldn�t ignore what I�ve seen and felt. I know he�s been through a lot of
turmoil these past few days, and that it is necessary to be alone and sort
things out. But while doing so, does he have to be so damn unapproachable? So
damn callous?

I
frowned despite the fact that I knew Vegeta wasn�t forthcoming in personality.
�Don�t be flattered that I�m concerned,� I said, offended. �Just shove it right
back in my face, if that will make you feel better.�

He
looked at me and growled, �I never asked for your concern!�

I frown
at the unpleasant memory.

That
really hurts, even as I try to ignore it by latching on to my annoyance. But all
the more upsetting is that it confuses me, for I really do not know subsequently
what it is he really wants. Perhaps he is confused himself. He doesn�t seem like
the type of person who is emotionally stable. Why should he know how to act with
a mate if he isn�t used to opening up to people? Why should I expect him to be
so obliging with me, especially since what we have isn�t really conceivable at
the moment? He is Vegeta, the Saiyan no Ouji, and no matter how �affable� he
seems at times, I shouldn�t forget who I�m dealing with. Right? I can�t change
who he is.

I groan
and try to get more comfortable on the couch. I�m sick of analyzing! Why can�t
we just mesh? Why must it be so complicated? I told myself I wouldn�t make the
same mistake with love. But aren�t I? If I�m investing myself in trying to
figure him out? Trying to be with him when he doesn�t seem to really want to
connect? I mean if he doesn�t want me to be concerned about him, then what does
that mean?

I groan
again in irritation. Getting fed up with thinking so much, I resolve to pay
attention to the movie.

Soon I
become engrossed enough in it and all I am concerned with is what will happen to
the heroine on screen as she tries to find lasting love between two rivals in a
fast paced workaholic�s lifestyle.

An
indefinite amount of time seems to have passed as I feel something brush across
my forehead. I curl up just a little bit more and grip my pillow firmly. The
softness flutters across me again and I rub my nose where the feathery light
vestiges tingle. My eyes try to open but quickly close as the annoying light
from the TV blares in front of me.

Did I
doze off? My eyes flutter to see the time as I look towards the mantle, but with
the light unable to permeate that spot which is far from the TV, and since the
clock isn�t digital, I cannot see anything. I don�t really care as I close my
eyes again, but the downy softness flits into my face again. I suddenly wonder
if it�s Vegeta�s tail�the thought of him attempting to wake me with that method
quickens my heart and I abruptly sit up. A cry in protest comes from the black
fur ball resting on my pillow as I realize my head made part of his bed.

�Oh, it�s
just you,� I yawn with some disappointment. As if Vegeta would play with me like
THAT.

�Meow.�

�Yeah,
Kitty. I love you, too.� I pet him on the head as his big glowing eyes close.

I stand
up and stretch luxuriously and yawn again shamelessly. My back pops in all the
right places; the feeling lovely. I turn off the TV and place the remote on the
coffee table.

It isn�t
long before I make my way upstairs and down the hall. I pass Vegeta�s room,
seeing the light not on. He could be asleep or still in the GR. As I get to my
room I hear the shower water running at the end of the hall. I guess he just
finished training then.

Once I�m
in my room, I strip down to the bare minimum and get under the sheets. I look up
at the ceiling, loving the eternally fluffy feeling of my pillow and soft bed. I
grin as I think how the couch just cannot compare.

The soft
telltale sound of the shower permeates in the distance, as I close my eyes. A
few minutes seem to pass and there is silence. I expect to hear the slight
movements that usually happen when someone comes out of the shower, but I hear
none; so much so that I hear silence screaming in my ears. But then I hear the
bathroom door open and close. No footsteps. Is he standing in the hallway? Then
I hear another door open and close in the opposite direction. Damn, that Saiyan
is stealthy!

A few
minutes pass and I hardly hear a sound save that of the mattress moving under me
as I try to get more comfortable. I close my eyes intent on going to sleep, as I
begin to image and dream about things only thought about before one hopes to
have a peaceful slumber. I feel the time pass by and quickly realize I am not
really tired. But I continue to lay in bed as the minutes go by.

I can
hardly take anymore of this listlessness and sit up in annoyance, pulling my
knees close to me. This is all his fault. If I hadn�t sat up in the den waiting
for his highness to make an appearance, then I would not have dozed off and
gotten myself seemingly well rested. Yes, I admit it. That�s what I was doing.
Now I cannot sleep. The annoyance of it is that Vegeta and I have unfinished
business and I�m still pissed off at him.

I get out
of bed and grab the baby blue, silk robe lying across the vanity chair. Maybe I
need some fresh air?

Out on
the balcony I look to my right to see if my interest has stealthy come out here
too. But he isn�t sitting on the railing as I so fondly remember. The thought of
us sharing our first kiss out here brings a soft smile to my face. I look at the
spot where he had decided to be talkative for once. Slowly I walk over to the
railing and sit in his place. I feel weird inside . . . awkward even. That
knucklehead! How am I not supposed to care about him?

I look
towards his room. One of the double doors is open. I wonder if he came in
through here instead of from downstairs. I draw my legs over to his part of the
balcony. I hesitate to make another move but soon my feet take me towards his
door with soft, slow steps.

He rests
in bed with the sheets up to his waist. One hand rests over his forehead while
the other is over his stomach. Is he sleeping? I cannot truly tell with his eyes
covered in shadow, but his bare chest rises and falls in a constant rhythm.

He seems
so�dare I say�peaceful.

I smile
faintly while watching him. After some time, I find myself in his room, quite by
accident, or so I choose to believe. But it doesn�t matter. I should wake him up
just to piss him off. He deserves as much after what he said this morning. The
more I think about it, the more I want to. But is he even asleep? Only one way
to find out.

Once I�m
close enough to his bed . . .

�Ugh!� he
exclaims gutturally, jerking himself up as my weight pushes his midsection into
the mattress. He croaks out something in his native language.

�Oh, so
you were asleep,� I say flippantly, ignoring the possibility that I could have
hurt him. I snort mentally at the thought. Yeah, as if I could hurt the Saiyan
no Ouji.

�Onna?�
He braces himself in the upright position I forced him into, as he squints one
eye, looking . . . pained?

�Of
course, silly.�

�Annoying
creature,� he growls as he plops back down with his hands covering his face.

�Right
back at you buddy!� I say peevishly.

He slowly
rubs his hands down his face and glares up at the ceiling. His eyes blink a few
times, seeming to not want to pay any attention to me. But then he speaks
gruffly. �Why did you wake me?�

�Why did
you go to sleep without even talking to me?�

�You
didn�t complain yesterday.�

I sneer
and push his shoulders down by putting my weight into it. �Yesterday you locked
yourself up in the gravity chamber. I didn�t want to get in your way since it
seemed you needed to be alone.�

�And
tonight I don�t?� he pushes up and rests on his elbows. His abs becomes more
defined with the strain.

I sit
back astride his hips with my arms crossed�although it wasn�t my intention to
sit on him like this when I pounced on him. Maybe he�ll be enticed and get the
hint. �We talked this morning!�

�And you
did retain what I�d said?� he asks as if that should sum up why I shouldn�t be
here.

He
couldn�t have meant it, right? �Ugh! You�re infuriating!� I exclaim, trying to
cover my hurt. He can�t. He must be just pissed off because I impolitely woke
him up.

�No, you
just like to get infuriated!�

�I am
not going to put up with this shit,� I huff, moving to get off of him. But
he grabs my hips stopping me.

�Oh no
you don�t. Since you had the audacity to bother my sleep we deal!�

I grab
his hands and try to maneuver out of his hold, wishing I had a bra on at the
moment. �Obviously we�re not since you seem so . . . antagonistic!� And my
attempt is ineffectual.

�You have
someone rudely wake you and I�d like to see you smile merrily and commence
pleasantries. I think I�m being rather . . . tolerant with you.�

I glare
at him, not really knowing why I�m being so mean. I did just jump onto him. But
what about this morning? I huff again to show my noncompliance, and brush my
hair from my face. �Why did you say those mean things to me this morning?�

He glares
at me and then slowly lays back down, looking away with his arms crossed.

�Vegeta?�
I put my hands on his stomach. He flinches ever so slightly and clenches his
teeth. Instantly, I move my hands away and look down. The sight of a darker
coloration of his skin comes to my notice. �Oh!� In fact he has a few bruises
and cuts. Maybe I shouldn�t have jumped on him. �Are you okay?�

He eyes
me with annoyance. �Yes, it�s nothing.�

�You did
not use the regen tank?�

�No, I
only have minor injuries. They will heal by midmorning.�

�Are you
sure?�

�I am
Saiyajin.�

I lightly
touch one of his abrasions and I cannot hold back my concern. �You should take
it easy,� I say softly.

�Don�t be
ridiculous!� he scoffs disdainfully.

I can�t
help but feel hurt with knowing that he does not want me to care about him, and
since he�s being so damn irritating.

�Fine!
Kill yourself, you big dumb monkey!� I punch him on his chest, not caring if he
is injured and try to get off him again.

He grabs
my wrists. �What the hell is your problem?�

�Fuck
you, Vegeta! Now let go!�

�I most
certainly will not!�

And he
holds me close with my arms taunt with strain. I can hardly move them as he
pulls me down closer. His arms instantly wrap around me and I still try to move
away.

�If you
mean to arouse me, keep wiggling.�

�Shut up
you stupid m�son of a BITCH!�

He
growls. �Now that�s enough, onna!�

His
authoritative voice makes me stop. But I only lay my head in the crook of his
neck to not let him see my embarrassed face.

How the
hell is he getting me so angry?

�I�ll
have you know my mother was no bitch. She was of noble blood just like my
father. But I know you do not mean to bring her into this, so tell me what the
hell is the matter with you?!�

�Oh! Like
you don�t know!� I say with my voice slightly muffled.

�I have
my suspicions,� he says in a surprisingly soft voice, as one hand rubs the back
of my neck and plays with my hair. �But I would rather not guess, so tell me,
Hekigan.�

�You make
me sick!� I hope he didn�t hear me too well since I feel like crying. The
asshole can be so cold and aloof and now he�s being so gentle. How dare he play
with me!

�Well you
make me sick too but you don�t see me having a tantrum at your expense, now do
you?�

�No, you
just have it in the GR for days on end and expect me not to be pissed.�

�Is that
it then?�

�No, it�s
not fool.�

He
growls, and to my disappointment he stops playing with my hair. �Then what the
fuck is it?!�

�You,
asshole!� I push up to look at him. I�m not too far upright since he is still
holding me, but I am up enough to get a look at his scowling face. I wish I
could throw my hair back, though. With some of it in his face I see more shadows
than anything. But I can�t move my arms unless I want to fall into him. And that
further annoys me, for why the hell is he holding on to me? The bastard
shouldn�t be playing with my emotions like this. It just makes me believe that
he cares for me. But how could that be when he doesn�t want to have any
emotional involvement. Maybe all that stuff about what he wants in a mate is
just someone to satisfy his lust on. Being exclusive, yes, but it�s not enough
for me.

�What the
hell do you want from me? To be mates you say, but then you don�t want my
concern. You stupid fuck! How can you have one without the other?�

�Is that
all?� he dismisses, letting go of me, his scowl going away as the side of his
lips quirk up in a smirk. �I was just spouting off.�

The
little shit! �Liar!�

�Well I
didn�t mean it if that�s what you�re getting at. And isn�t that what spouting
off means?�

�Don�t
fucking play word games with me!� I try to attack him.

He grabs
my wrist again. �Calm down, hellcat and retract your claws.� The amusement in
his voice only spurs me on, especially when I feel him getting hard.

�Let go!�

�Do you
know how sexy you look right now?�

I can�t
believe I begin to growl. I feel so feral. �Of course we are having an argument
and all the prince of Saiyans can think about is that!�

�It�s not
my fault you�re so damn enticing and wearing hardly anything. Now stop
struggling against me like that before you regret it.�

I try to
calm myself. �Let go, Vegeta,� I say in a serious and even tone, �I really want
you to let go.�

He frowns
with annoyance as he scrutinizes my expression. �Very well then,� he says
indifferently, as he lets go. �Go then. Be gone.� And he looks away from me.

How dare
he act like he wants me and turns away with disinterest! I cannot help feeling
insulted, especially since I realize that I really didn�t want him to let go . .
.

I look at
his face, the face that says he could care less if I were here or not. Fine
then, I�ll be gone. I move off of him, making sure to put as much friction
between us.

He whirls
to look at me with sharp eyes.

I humph.
�You make me sick.�

�The
feeling�s mutual!�

~~~*~~~***~~~*~~~

I cannot
believe the nerve of that woman. How dare she sit on me like that, fight with me
in a most alluring way, and then just leave! Like I wasn�t supposed to notice
her unrestricted breasts sway and bounce about, or the feeling of her divine
secret so dangerously close to my cock.

I clutch
my fists tightly at my sides as I stare up at the ceiling, trying to will away
the pulsation bulging in my boxers.

Damn her!
I know she rubbed against me on purpose when she left.

I growl,
resolving not to be insulted like that.

Once I am
at the door of her room, I listen to anything that might privy me as to what she
is doing since dim yellow light is glowing from the bottom of her door. I only
hear the sound of her breathing and her pacing about. She�s upset, I can feel
it. So I debate whether or not I should knock or storm in to give her a bit of a
fright. The latter seems more appealing, since this throbbing needs to be inside
her NOW.

�Ridiculous ningen!� I growl, with the door violently pushed open. And with the
flick of my wrist it is shut instantly behind me.

I�m
rewarded with a yelp from her as she jerks her head in my direction, and
futilely tries to cover her perfectly shaped bare breasts. She turns away from
me, but standing in front of her vanity I can see the reflection of her front in
the mirror. The dim lamp light on her nightstand being near gives me a perfect
view.

�Haven�t
you ever heard of knocking?� she yells, while grabbing her discarded robe from
the chair next to her. When it�s secured in front of her she turns around to
glare at me.

�It�s
such a useless way to get your attention, while this way is obviously more
rewarding.� Those flushed cheeks are definitely rewarding. �Not to mention the
fact that you didn�t knock on my door before. So I guess I owed you.�

�Go away,
Vegeta. You obviously do not want anything to do with me.�

�It�s
obvious my body wants plenty to do with you.�

Her eyes
dart downward and back up. Her flushed cheeks burn.

I smirk
and cross my arms. �It�s your fault, you know? You should not have done what you
did earlier.� I move closer to her. She stiffens, but not in fear, she is very
much excited but upset just the same. �So sexy,� I murmur without thinking as I
look into her eyes and breathe in her scent.

She turns
away from me, giving me a lovely view of her back and her nicely round ass
covered in see-through lacey blackness.

�I wonder
if all you want is my body.�

My eyes
widen at her accusation and subsequently my brows furrow. Well, yes, I want her
body� but it cannot be all I want? Not when I am able to sense her feelings� Not
while we have a bond developing�

�Go
away,� she pouts.

�I know
you don�t want that,� I say slowly, �just like I didn�t want you to leave my
bed.�

She huffs
still not looking at me. �Of course you didn�t want me to leave your bed! Why
would any guy give up a half naked women sitting on top of them?! You�d have to
be gay to not want me or completely numb the waist down!�

�That�s
not what I mean!�

�Yeah�?
Then what do you mean?�

I growl.

�Well?�

I cross
my arms and look away from her, not liking this interrogation. I do want her,
definitely her body. There is nothing wrong with that. But how to tell her and
not have her think me shallow�?

Why the
hell am I even caring so much? To explain myself and what it is I want? She
should have already realized that. But the things I said this morning?

�Vegeta?�
she says tentatively.

I look
back at her. She is still facing away from me, looking down.

�I can
sense you� what you�re feeling�� I say not knowing what else there is to say
that would get her to realize that whatever is between us is not fleeting, and
that I am not concerned with anything less than permanence.

She looks
at me through the mirror with shock. Something�s captured her attention. �You
can sense� my feelings?�

�Yes,
I�ve been sensing you for a few days now.�

She turns
around with wide shimmering cerulean eyes.

�I-I can
too. I�ve been able to sense you. I know it sounds crazy and I thought maybe I
was imagining things but what I was feeling was so different from my own
emotions. They were darker and with so much turmoil.�

What?!

I start
to feel a sinking feeling, not knowing how. But I cannot believe her words. Can
they be true? Can she truly feel me? Does she know what�s inside?

�What all
can you sense?� I ask, trying to take the anxiety out of my voice.

�Nothing
more than what I just said, really. Pain, frustration, that�s all. I can only
sense your emotions, I guess when they are strong, �cause I can�t feel you too
much now . . . at least what isn�t obvious.�

�Can you
see into my mind? Hear my thoughts?�

�No! I�m
not a telepath.� Her thin brows come down heavily over her eyes. �Where are you
going with this anyway?�

Relief
washes over me and I bring her close for a grateful kiss. She looks at me with
confusion. I pull her closer and wrap my tail around her waist, under that
stupid robe that she continues to keep close to her person.

�What�s
going on Vegeta?�

I brush
my lips gently against hers again, then her throat. She doesn�t resist me
physically but I can feel her confusion and uneasiness.

�I�m
bonding with you.�

�Well
duh,� she says softly, looking confounded still.

�Humans
bond too?� Could it be that they have the ability just like Saiyajin? Maybe that
is why I am able to bond with her.

�Well
yeah, Vegeta,� she says resting one hand on my arm. �We�ve been bonding ever
since I got to know you. Once it was just a bond of friendship, now I guess it�s
different.�

�So why
are you so confused about your ability to feel my emotions?�

�We just
have attachments� emotional attachments,� she looks at me with half lidded eyes,
since the tip of my tail brushes against her spine gently. �We aren�t ever able
to sense other�s emotions�that never happens.�

Then what
kind of emotional attachment is there if they cannot sense each other? �That�s
how Saiyajin bond, you ignorant ningen, through the soul.�

She slaps
me on my shoulder and tries to move away. �Vegeta, you bastard!�

�Not a
bastard,� I whisper, holding her close. �My parents were life mates, bonded life
mates.�

�So you
want to have a bond with me?�

It was
never part of my goals. I never thought I could since there are no more Saiyajin
women alive. But this . . . this is possible. �Yes, stupid. Why do you think I
like to touch you? Why do you think I�m so hard right now?�

�That�s
just lust!�

�Of
course I lust for you! Would you want a mate that doesn�t?�

�Well is
it only lust?!�

I growl.
�How can it only be lust while we have a connection, while we are bonding? You
said it yourself that we were bonding, once as friends now as what? What is our
bond now according to humans?�

�I don�t
know if you don�t tell me how you feel.�

�How I
feel?�

�Yes,
towards me?�

�You�re a
pain in the ass.�

She
growls now, quite enticingly I might add. �I�m serious.�

�So am I.
What�s with all the questions when you know damn well I want you as a mate?
Isn�t it painfully obvious? Can�t you feel me?�

�Well
yes� it�s pressed right against me.�

�Not just
that�� I say, brushing my hand against her cheek, �what�s inside��

�Inside?�
she says, looking into my eyes.

My hands
move to touch her hair. �You said you can sense me,� I say softly, �Why aren�t
you paying attention to what I�m feeling?�

�All I�m
getting from you is lust.�

�Not just
lust��

�Then
what is it Vegeta?�

�Not just
lust, Hekigan, not just lust��

�Why
can�t you tell me?�

�I�m a
Saiyajin. We don�t describe feelings. We just feel� Feel me.�

She
whimpers. I move one of my hands to her front and remove her robe. Her arms go
around my neck, I suppose in her weakness for me, since I can feel that I
haven�t completely convinced her yet� at least most that I�m getting from her is
insecurity.

The
impatience of my body almost annoys me, especially when my tail unfurls from her
waist and snakes its way between her thighs from the back. But I can�t complain
when I feel how wet she is.

She lets
out a shuddering breath. �Do you want my� concern?�

�They
were useless word� with no meaning. You should not expect much from me when I�m
training like that, especially if you are sensing� painful things in me.�

�It�s
just that it seems like you want only one thing, with how you are touching me
now.�

�Resist
me if you don�t want it. But I know you do.�

�I� I
want��

�You want
me to confess my love for you like that pathetic scared faced ningen? How can I
when I know nothing of love? All I know is that I want you now, under me
writhing in pleasure, and moaning my name. I want you like that every night and
every day even. And I want none other than you, Hekigan, none other than you as
my life mate.�

�Vegeta .
. .� she whimpers. And I feel her resistance dissolving into nothingness.

I growl,
enjoying her submission as she presses her body firmly to mine.

She
kisses me on the lips and I respond in kind, opening my mouth for her as our
tongues mingle. One of my hands goes to her breasts, squeezing a pliable mound
gently. She moans breathily, brushing her fingers though my hair. Our kisses
turn ravenous, as I can tell she wants more, as I too want much more of her. I
break away, kissing her chin, the underside of it, her throat, collarbone, down
her chest, where I�m tweaking a nipple. She whimpers pleasurably, still with her
fingers in my hair, clenching them.

I nudge
her towards the bed. She moves her arms from around my neck, moving down my
arms, and pulls me with her.

Once she
lies down I move over her. My mouth goes to the neglected breast, sucking it�
not gently but not hard either. She moans holding my head there. I squeeze the
other breast, pinching the nipple. She whimpers. My tail finds it way between
her thighs again. She squirms. I release her breast, the one I was sucking, to
swirl my tongue around the areola, lick the nipple. I kiss her lips
passionately. She wraps her arms around my neck as my tail grazes her more. She
whimpers, bucking her hips.

I growl,
releasing her from me. Moving down her body to put my face between her thighs, I
inhale her enticing scent. Her cheeks flush deeply and she looks completely
vulnerable as her eyes lock with mine. I nudge my nose against her and kiss her
through the thin material. My fingers go under the slender straps on her hips,
and move them down. She is unbelieving as I watch her facial expression
intently. She moves her pelvis off the mattress nonetheless as I move the
material off of her, revealing her blue curls and potent musky scent.

Again, my
face goes between her thighs, and I nudge my nose at her silky folds, against
her swelling clit. I kiss it lightly, then nip. She whimpers. I move a finger
over her folds and inside her while licking my lips. Her pelvis bucks slightly.
My soaked thumb pushes against her nub as my middle finger slowly strokes her.
She breathes in deeply, and runs her fingers through my hair, grasping me
tightly as if to gain some control.

I watch
her closely as my finger moves in her a bit faster and I rub her clit just a bit
harder. She falls back onto her pillow moaning, and arches her back as she puts
the back of her hand over her eyes. Slowly she thrusts her hips upward. I put
two fingers inside her then, and move them in a come hither motion. She looks at
me in a haze of lust as I growl in my fascination of her; all the while,
listening to the song of her throat�s soft whimpering.

I move
arm under her to hold her pelvis up and have better access for my tongue. Her
thighs go over my shoulders and I growl in approval. My movements inside her
become quicker, and her hips want to continue their erotic motion but I hold her
in place. She bites her lower lip, trying not to whimper loudly but does so
anyway, as she squirms.

I feel
her inner walls constricting around my fingers as she grasps her pillow, still
holding my head in place, and inciting my desire to see the look on her face at
climax.

She tries
to hold my gaze but when her orgasm hits, she arches her back and her eyes
become unfocused. Her whole body seems to flush. And I groan as my fingers
become coated with her juices. I continue to stimulate her nub, rubbing it
harder. She cries out and her body jerks. I lap at her quite frenziedly,
reveling in her sweetness, as I remove my fingers from her.

When she
gains her bearings and looks my way, I move over her and make a show of licking
my fingers dry. She moans turning her face from me, her hands on her flushed
cheeks. I chuckle lightly and her eyes dart towards mine.

She grabs
the back of my neck and pulls me close. She licks at my nose, above and around
my mouth, and then pulls me into an amorous kiss, sucking my lower lip. Her
tongue seeks mine out and we lap at each other. The feel of her fingers in my
hair, massaging my scalp all but placates me as her kisses become demanding. I
can�t help moaning in pleasure. It seems to spur her on, and I find myself lost
in the sensations of her attention.

She
thrusts her pelvis into mine, relieving some of my throbbing but at the same
time not. In my lust induced haze I am caught by surprise as she rolls me over
onto my back. I tense up instantly, not liking this position. She seems to
realize this as she moves her hand in between us and I fall back at the sheer
pleasure I feel. She embellishes my throat with kisses in appreciation to my
involuntary compliance.

Seeking
something to hold onto, my tail coils around one of her thighs. I move against
her hand, not knowing why I am allowing her to take this position over me.
Despite how good it feels to have her hands on me, rubbing me, cupping scrotum,
my mind tells me to dominate her.

Her hand
goes under the fabric of my boxers. Her thumb rubs the pre-cum that seeps out
all around the head.

Is that
me whimpering?

I think
I�m affected more than I let on. The feeling is just so good. And despite myself
and to my shame that reddens my cheeks, I secretly indulge in being powerless
under her touch.

Those
soft lips send shivers down my body, touching me delicately, at my collarbone,
my chest, my nipples, down my abs. Soft blue tendrils follow and brush too
delicately. Her hands move my boxers down my hips. I raise my pelvis to help
her. Once they�re off, her mouth goes to my member, licking, and then sucking.

I can�t
help my reaction.

Or the
thoughts in my head�

At a time
when those lips were stained black, and those hands were cold, and that purpose
was sadistic� at a time when my body reacted just the same to the pleasure
running through it, down my spine� coaxing my shame�

But I
never wanted it. Never wanted anything that bastard had to offer. I didn�t enjoy
it. It wasn�t me bucking my hips and whimpering like a whore. It wasn�t me
enthralled by the sensations as my tail coiled around his neck. Wanting to
strangle? Hold him in place?

I
forcefully push her off me onto her back, wrists pinned above her head. The
abruptness shocks her but her lust overcomes it as she licks her lips and rubs
her pelvis against my throbbing erection. I nudge her legs apart and enter her
deftly. She gasps at the intrusion. I groan too lecherously. Her wet heat hugs
me tightly, almost to a painful degree and highly pleasurable.

I rock
her hard� in desperation, as demonic thoughts hover too close. The ache is
there, deeply embedded and swirling feverishly, in self-loathing, in shame, in
my weakness� a desire misplaced.

Her cries
are loud and her breathing just as erratic as mine. I move my hands from her
wrists, intertwining our fingers. Her supple legs surround me. Do you mean to
keep me afloat? Don�t let me drown in this misery. Not when my control is
tatters in the wind. Not when I am possessed by the decadence of your offering.
Bouncing breasts� those lusty eyes�

I bury my
head in the crook of her neck, pressing firmly against her breasts and loving
the feel of it. Her inner walls hug me tighter, as I begin to lose myself, as
she pants in my ear, as her pelvis grinds into mine. She arches her back, crying
out in the throes of her release. I hear my name spill from her lips as I tense
up and spill into her.

~~~*~~~***~~~*~~~

My body
shudders under his as my heart quakes from all I feel from him. The emotions he
gives off, the orgasm surging up and down my spine. The incoherency of my own
thoughts�

Never
have I felt its like. So passionate�

It takes
moments before I can barely breathe evenly as I let my legs fall from him. He
lays on top of me, inside of me�

I�m so
overwhelmed. And I do not know what to make of this. It was breathtaking to be
sure! But sensing his emotional state while we made love� I don�t know what
happened. Why he suddenly went from euphoria to turmoil. It was odd. You�d think
the act would have him feel only wonderful things.

He moves
his head from the crook of my neck and looks at me with such intense eyes that
my breath catches. I feel him hardening inside me. His fingers are still in
mine. But his expression seems to falter and his eyes look almost pleading. He
moves closer to me, his cheeks brush mine delicately, back and forth, like he
did in the kitchen during our second amorous encounter.

I gasp
when he pulls out of me slowly, but not all the way. With my still very
sensitive body, I arch against him as he thrusts in.

He�s
painfully slow this time. But the rush of sensations comes not so slowly. Still
rubbing against my cheek, he rubs against my neck, nuzzling the underside of my
jaw. He nips and kisses me so tenderly I almost want to cry.

He looks
into my eyes. I know I have a stricken expression but I cannot help it.

Those
eyes, they�re showing so much, things I cannot decipher, being overwhelmed by
him again with the power of his affection.

He�s so
passionate�

He kisses
me on the lips as he always does taking my breath away. And I moan, not being
able to stop myself from it, and whimper. He makes soft sounds in his throat,
sounds unlike mine�

My orgasm
comes suddenly and I cry out desperately, wanting to hold him. He seems to
realize this and lets go of my hands. I wrap tightly to him as he still thrusts
into me. His pace quickens and it feels like I�m being ground into the mattress.
And I love it. He begins to grunt in sync with every stroke. I squeeze my inner
walls around him purposely. He growls in ecstasy but he doesn�t give out, not
until I�m writhing again, and digging my nails into his back.

I�m
curled up next to him under the sheets. He�s fast asleep, having sated himself
and me very well. It�s amazing how adorable he looks while he sleeps. It�s not
that he isn�t scowling. It�s just less fierce in appearance, since his features
are relaxed and his bottom lip protrudes more than the top, giving him a pouting
look.

I smile
softly as I brush my fingers through his hair and across his cheek. Although I
am very tired something is keeping me awake.

His
enigmatic self�

Sex was
spectacular. I feel somewhat sore already. But that�s okay.

I just�
worry about him. I don�t know what to think. And being up like this isn�t
helping. I should get some rest. It�s not like he�ll tell me what happened, why
he was feeling all those emotions in the midst of something that was supposed to
be anything but unpleasant.

I know it
hasn�t anything to do with me. The way he whimpered and moaned like a man
possessed. How he purred after the fact. Yes, purred. He held me tightly then
from behind, nuzzling me like a sated cat.

I have
to get him a panther sometime soon. My lips quirk in a half smile.

But yeah�
since his feelings were so different from what he was feeling I know
those negative emotions had nothing to do with me.

I sigh
and kiss him lightly on his nose.

�My
dear prince��

~~~*~~~***~~~*~~~

Word
of the day: ningen, meaning human ^_~
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Chapter 15: Oxymoronic Behavior