Embarrassed by the one I love.

I awoke, slowly, warm and comfortable--then realized that my ear was against the steady, continuous beating of someone's heart and someone's strong arms were around me, holding me tightly. My nightgown had ridden to my waist and someone's hand rested lightly on my nearly-bare hip. That didn't help the screaming panic inside of me. I struggled against the warmth, against the comfort, and tried to push away from this person.
The breathing changed, the person shifted.
I fought against him, trying to get away. No, no way was this happening! I tried to scream, but a hand locked down on my mouth and I was suddenly flat on my back with someone pinning me.
"Story! Story, it's me! Gohan!"
I blinked, then remembered the night before.

"I hesitated at the door to Gohan's room, a little worried. I'd never spent the night in a boy's room before.
The door opened, Gohan, in his teddy-bear boxers, opened the door. "Come on in."
I blushed. "Oh, I'm-hey!"
He had grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. "There. Much better." He shut the door behind me. "Nervous?" he asked, grinning.
I glared at him, crossing my arms over the short, black silk nighty. "No."
He raised one brow. "Really? Then which side of the bed do you want?"
"I'll sleep on the floor."
"Yeah, no, I don't think so." Pulling me along, he sat on the edge of the bed. "Looks like you get the wall." He lifted me over him, setting me on the side of the bed against the wall, lay down, covered the two of us up and pulled my back against his front, spooning me. With a lot of movement, the spooning was actually really confortable. "There," he sighed.
For a few minutes, I was frozen, unsure of what to do, but slowly, in increments, my body relaxed into his, melting and molding against him until I was utterly comfortable and relaxed, more relaxed than I probably had ever been. In moments, I was asleep."

I smiled apologetically. "Sorry, are you okay?"
He nodded. "What about you? Was that a bad dream or something?"
More like a memory, actually, I thought, but said, "Yeah, I guess, but I can't really remember it." Then I realized that my nightgown was still too high and he was settled atop me with his legs between mine to keep me immobile. I blushed. "You may get up now."
He blushed slightly, but pushed himself away from me, sitting up, still between my legs. "Sorry about that." He pulled me to sit up and I was just too close to him. He stood up, smiling. "Well, other than a nightmare, did you sleep well?"
Actually, yes. Better than I had in a long time. "Yeah, I slept well. You?"
"Yeah." He turned to rummage through his drawers, pulling out a shirt, a pair of pants and blue boxers. "Your clothes are in the second drawer." He turned back to me, smiling. "I'll be right back."
I got up when he left, pulling my nightgown down over my legs and went through my clothes. I pulled out a silk, white, billowy blouse with a tight waist, a silk, black pair of pants, a sheer, white push-up bra and the matching panties. They were all on top of the drawer, in plain sight, when he returned.
His hair was wet from his short shower and he was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans that clung to him as he moved. He looked, well, sexy. His eyes widened when he saw my clothes, a slight blush covered his face and he looked away. "Well, I'm guessing Bulma was a big influence on your new clothing choice."
Actually, yes. Everything in these drawers was new, bought by Bulma for me. "Yes, she was a big influence." I quickly picked up my clothes and the new black spikes. "Be right back."
"I brought your Tresemme from the house."
I smiled. "Thanks." My shower was slightly longer than his, since I had more hair to wash, but it was still short. I pulled my wet hair back into a tight bun to keep it from touching the silk shirt too much. I pulled on the spikes and came out of the bathroom with a deep breath.
Trunks was waiting at the table. His eyes widened when he saw me. "Damn, I definitely see what Gohan and Goten see in you."
I blushed, but before I could reply, Gohan came into the kitchen. He gave me a quick look, turned to say something to his brother, then turned back to me--literally doing a double-take. His eyes were huge. "Oh, wow, you look . . . you look amazing."
My blush deepened. "Thanks."
He strolled over to me, eyes taking me in. "Wow."
"You said that."
"Not nearly enough. Remind me to thank Bulma."
Speak of the Devil--she walked in, saying, "You can thank me now."
He turned, smiling. "Hey, Bulma."
"Where's that thank-you?"
"Thanks, Bulma."
She grinned. "Good, because you two get the day off. Tomorrow, however, Vegeta wants to train with Story to see how tough she is. Later on tonight, Piccolo wants to train with her. You've got a good three, four hours alone with her. Go have fun."
He turned to me with a smirk and grabbed my hand. "This ought to be fun." He pulled me out the door, out into the woods. "How about we go swimming?"
"What?! I don't have a bathing suit!"
"Like you really need one!"
"Hey, you-"
He stopped suddenly, turning to face me, a grin on his face. "Come on, we both know that you don't really need a bathing suit, do you? How many times have I seen you in your bra?"
"HEY!"
"What? It's not my fault you always forget that your wings rip your shirt off."
"Be nice!"
"I am. I could say we both know what the other sex looks like naked, so what's the point hiding? But I said I've already seen you in your bra. Besides, I've done your laundry, Story. I've seen it all."
That made me blush a deep, dark red. "That's not fair."
He started pulling his shirt off. "Oh, well, because we're here."
I pulled his shirt down. "No way, Gohan."
He grinned, brushing my hands off and continuing to pull his shirt off, moving on to do the same with the pants. "Come on, let's swim."
"No way."
"Okay, you either get ready to swim, or I throw you in with all that nice silkiness still on you. Your choice."
"That's not fair."
"Did I ever pretend to be fair?"
"In fights."
"I didn't know this was a fight." He threw his jeans to join his shirt. "Now, what's your choice?"
I groaned. "Gohan!"
"Good, I win." He started pulling my shirt up now.
"I didn't say yes!" I said, grabbbing his hands. "Besides, you saw them! They're white!"
"Need I repeat what I said a few moments ago? ' We both know what the other sex looks like naked, so what's the point hiding?'" He wrestled the shirt off, throwing it to join his clothes.
I crossed my hands over my chest. "This isn't nice." I grabbed his hands when he moved on to my pants. "I can do that myself, thank you."
He stood back, a grin on his face. "Then get to it."
Slowly, hands shaking, I pulled the pants off. "This is all a plot."
"What kind of plot?" He grabbed my pants, throwing them, and yanked me into his arms. "A plot to see you naked? You bet." He kissed me then, smirking. "I think it's working."
I bit his lip.
He pulled back, letting out a startled yelp. "Hey, that's no fair!"
"Oh, that's not fair?!"
He pulled me to him, holding me immobile, and bit down on my lip. "There. We're even."
The next second, I was airborn and, the very next, I was in the water. I came up, gasping, shivering. "Oh, now that was unfair!" I clung to the edge of the shore.
He jumped in after me, laughing. "Now, isn't this nice?"
"Uh-uh, you stay over there," I said, when I heard him coming closer.
He ignored me and kept coming until he had the back of me pressed snugly into the front of him. "This is nice."
"Yeah, to you maybe! If I get eaten by a fish, I'm coming back to haunt you."
He laughed. "You're safe with me, Story. You ought to know that." He spun me around to face him. "See, now let's swim, huh?"
"Can't we just get out?"
"I don't think so." He pulled me away from the edge, deeper into the water. "Come on, I'll keep you safe."
I followed reluctantly until the water was too deep for me to go on. "Okay, I'm good." The water came to my chin--but to his waist.
He smiled. "Aw, a little deeper, come on. Really. I'll keep you safe."
"I'm short, Gohan."
"I know that. I'm tall."
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Do I have to go deeper?"
"Yeah."
I sighed and twisted away from him to float on my back. "There, I can follow you now."
Only his eyes roaming down my body reminded me that I was wearing all white--and that the white was see-through without being wet.
I sank back into the water. "Never mind that idea."
He grinned and said, "Aw, why not?"
"I'm wearing white."
"Yeah, so?"
"I'm not here to skinny-dip."
"Who's skinny-dipping?"
I glared up at him. "I'm wearing wet, see-through white. That's close enough for me."
He grinned. "It suits you."
"Bite me." I should know better than to say that by now, but apparently not. I had a moment to see him smirk, then his mouth was locked around my throat again. In revenge, I bit back. We both drew blood at the same time and that musky scent came from him at that same time. I was drowning in the magnolia-spice-musky scent and didn't hear it--nor did Gohan--when someone came up until he spoke.
"Aww, how touching, but I'm afraid I'll have to break up this moment."
We pulled back, both of us had a little bit of troubles seeing, and looked up to see--

And that's the end!! I'll put the new one up as soon as it's finished!