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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Eighty-three
You felt Gohan shift uneasily as you swayed with him to the music. Once more the music had slowed down but that was because of the fact that it was the prom King’s and Queen’s time to dance. Everyone else had joined around them after a few seconds. Well, everyone who wanted to dance and had a dance partner that was. Somehow yours seemed more nervous in this dance than he had in the quicker ones before it.
You said nothing about it for the first minute or two. Instead, as it continued, you looked up at him to see if you could read the emotions despite the shadows on his face. From what you could tell he seemed to either be thinking about something a great deal or he was trying to concentrate.
“Gohan?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s wrong?” You asked in a whisper.
He frowned slightly but that didn’t disguise the embarrassed blush that quickly warmed up his face. You stopped moving but that didn’t seem to curb his embarrassment. Nor had he answered you yet, though you could probably take an educated guess if you wanted to at that point. You pulled him towards a corner of the gym that had round tables draped in fabric.
“Spill,” you commanded as you pushed him into the seat.
He looked extremely nervous even as he fell into the chair. There was no fear of actually falling of course. He had pretty much let you push him. But there was something else going on in that brilliant mind of his that he hadn’t filled you in on.
“The dance is almost over,” Gohan said quietly. You had to lean in to hear him over the music.
“Yeah, So?”
His face was red. Which was probably your biggest clue. The next clue you got was when he pulled you down by the hands. You quickly twisted yourself so that you sat across his lap, his chest pressed into your side. Otherwise you’d have ended up in a much more awkward position on the ground in front of him. And while the chaperones of the dance might have seen you, they didn’t come to bother either you or Gohan. A little affection in public was expected at the dance after all. And as far as appearances went, sitting across someone’s lap such as you were was one of the last things they should have been concerned about.
They just didn’t know that Gohan was semi-hard against the side of your thigh now. And you weren’t about to draw it to their attention. He wasn’t like pitching a tent or anything but he’d cleared the ground off and had everything ready to go, metaphorically speaking.
“Maybe we should stop touching in public if it’s a problem,” you offered cautiously. You were more curious as to why it’s become a problem during a slow song over the others though. And since you had no reason not to ask, you did just that. “Why now? Why not earlier?”
He looked cute when he was nervous. Like a loveable puppy that thought it was about to get into trouble. Despite the fact that you still felt the string from earlier, you were big enough to admit that to yourself.
He lowered his voice and his gaze. You were suddenly low-key jealous of how thick his eyelashes were. “Earlier when I asked about the clothes you said that came later. It’s later. On top of that, I kept thinking that this dance was almost like a wedding,” Gohan admitted. “Our wedding.”
Damn. Damn. Double damn.
You hadn’t gotten time to talk to him about the negotiations that you underwent with Goku. You had told him about the rules you’d tried to put up the first time but...well you hadn’t told him much about the second time. You’d been avoiding that subject too well.
“And then I started thinking about the wedding night and my mind moved back to the clothes comment again. And then to how many wedded nights we’ll have together once we’re married.”
Well at least he was honest. It was cute how he’d found a semi-clean way to talk about what most considered a dirty topic. Then again from what you knew of him that was probably exactly the way he thought. You expected it was better than him playing out a situation like a porno in his head. Way nicer than the thoughts you tended to get while in heat. At least his were half centered in a relationship aspect over it just being purely about sex.
“That’s a lot of thinking you’ve been doing,” you said quietly.
He smiled nervously as he tried to fight the blush on his face. The fact that your tail was brushing down his legs didn't help. Nor did the fact that with one of his hands he could feel you hip and the other was placed safety over your knee. He wanted to put them somewhere else but he couldn’t because of the fact that you and he were still in public. So instead he lowered his head to rest it against the side of your shoulder, trying to think of things he didn’t actually like. Letting you go was on that list but it wasn’t exactly helping with his situation.
“You should keep in touch with everyone, even if you’re leaving the school,” Gohan spoke quietly, trying to distract himself.
“Even Sharpner?” You asked curiously.
Other than him there really wasn’t too many people you’d like to keep in touch with anyways.
Gohan nodded against your shoulder. “I know he’s your friend. And that he’s not a bad guy, I just don’t like it when other guys touch you. So as long as he got the point tonight...you should even invite him to the wedding.”
Oh god damn it his mind circled back to the monogamous relationship idea. Goku was going to roll out of his grave at this point. Though arguably what you’d decided to do to distract Gohan from that topic was worse.
Instead of talking about weddings, you simply instant transmitted yourself and Gohan back to your studio apartment. You’d landed near the bed and with the fact that the chair didn’t come with you, Gohan was ok the ground and you were still in his lap.
You felt Gohan jump in surprise as your less than subtle clue raced through his head. You turned to look at him with a serious expression as you moved to straddle him rather than sit side saddle. You felt his hands go towards your back and you made a sound of disapproval. He stopped moving instantly.
“You rip my pretty dress and I pull out all your hair.”
Gohan looked baffled for a moment but then he smiled. It wasn’t that long ago that instead of taking the time to coax you out of your shorts, he simply ripped them off of you. At that time neither you or he even bothered taking off the top layers. Gohan had been too caught up in the fact that you’d asked him to kiss you and how quickly it had escalated at that time to care.
This time though, he wanted to do it right. Or as right as he could. Your reminder helped with that because honestly he had been about to pull the dress off of you in the quickest way possible. Instead you and he stood up and he slowly helped you out of it.
You weren’t the kind of girl to wear fancy underwear or anything but you did have the undergarments that Kami provided. They were tame as far as lingerie went but the way Gohan’s penis rose, like he was racing to put a flag up, it made you feel quite appreciated.
You shifted nervously in the dark as you started to unbutton his clothes. Though apparently you were going too slow for his liking. Gohan’s way of helping with his shirt and vest ended up with scattered buttons. He’d been about to do the same with his pants when you stopped him. You were pretty sure he was going to need those in the morning.
“Hey, you said I get to to all the work this time,” you joked.
Gohan’s eyes widened in surprise as he nodded. His hands went slack as you carefully undid the buttons and zipper. You didn’t have much experience undressing a guy, oddly enough, but you had the feeling that yanking metal teeth across a sensitive part wouldn’t feel good. Even if he had on another layer to protect it. You smiled when you saw the teddy bears on his underwear even though the only light was streaming in from the city lights outside.
“Sorry, these were the only ones cl—“
You stopped him as you cupped him through his underwear. You watched as he closed his eyes and tightened his fists. The sensation derailed his thoughts. You squeezed experimentally and Gohan groaned. You tried that again and again through the fabric until you felt a bit of moisture through the front. Just like maybe a drop or two had been absorbed. When you felt that you stopped, looking at his face curiously.
“Did you have to go pee?” You asked in confusion.
Gohan opened his eyes. “What?”
Instead of trying to explain, you just pressed into the wet spot with one finger. Gohan jerked forward unexpectedly, nearly making you take a step back. As you’d started to do that his hands went to your ass and pulled you forward. His hard on strained against the restrictions of his underwear as he ground into your lower stomach. You figured that all that meant was that he didn’t have to go to the bathroom.
You slid your hands into the waistband of his underwear, along with his jean pants, and slid them down from his hips without bending or moving down. Your hands couldn't reach too much farther than his knees. Gohan stepped forward, pushing you back on reflex, as he shook off and walked out of the rest. He kicked off his shows and peeled off his socks he moved. The fact that this was actually happening (again) made your heart thump so hard that you felt it in your throat. For a moment it felt like you were sick again - like your heart was beating too fast for your body, working too hard to keep up.
Out of reflex from years of being a wounded little girl, your hand went to your chest as you tried to take a few deep breaths. In the dark you saw Gohan's look of concern. The quick change made you pause in reflection as you took a seat on the bed.
"Are you okay?" Gohan asked in concern as he nearly instantly kneeled in front of you.
Good thing too or you wouldn't have been able to look at him seriously. If he were to stay standing up in front of you, you'd be head level with his hips. And considering the situation that could have been quite awkward. You'd never really gotten a chance to study the difference between the male and female sex anatomy...which you were considering that you should probably do that. Especially if, somehow magically, your kid ended up a boy despite your adopted mother telling you it was a girl. Right now definitely did not feel like the time for an anatomy lesson though. So you were thankful that Gohan had the forethought to kneel down so that you were face to face.
"Yeah, I'm good. Sorry, habit," which was weird considering that you'd spent 'six months' with Gohan training and it hadn't surface. Or maybe if it had he just hadn't been around at the time so you overlooked it.
"Are you sure?" Gohan asked as he frowned, his voice riddled with concern.
Instead of answering him verbally you leaned in to kiss his nose. You smiled slightly when you saw the concerned look in his eyes start to fade. You moved from the tip of his nose to his lips, pressing into them softly before moving back with a smile on your own. Gohan followed you, trying to keep the kiss going. You smiled and laughed, scooting and leaning further back in order to dodge him. Your chest felt like it was practically pressing into your throat from how the fashionable corset piece you were wearing held them.
When he climbed onto the bed, boxing you in, you put your hands on his shoulders. Before he realized what happened you used your hold, and the fact that his legs were on either side of yours, to scoot right off of the bed. Like you were shooting down a water slide. Gohan kept looking down as he blinked, very confused about what had happened.
"Aw, wonderboy, you can do better than that," you teased him as you stood up next to your kitchen island.
Gohan looked over his shoulder to see where you work and frowned slightly, though his eyes said that maybe he was enjoying the fact that you'd just turned it into a game.
Unfortunately the apartment did not enjoy the game nearly as much as you did. Especially when you realized that by the end of the night your singular bar chair was broken, as was your bed. The walls had some cracks in them, there were grip marks in your metallic kitchen sink that you were doing to have to find a way to pound back out. And you were pretty sure that you'd scared a good portion of your upstairs, downstairs, and floor neighbors with what felt like Earthquakes to them. But hey, by the end Gohan learned how to undo a corset.
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