Cold Shower
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Dragon Ball Z › Yuri - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,402
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Cold Shower
Pairing: Juuhachi-gou (Android 18) x Videl
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 870
Warning: Yuri, shower sex
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection to the characters used in this non-profit fanfiction. All similar events to real life are purely coincidental.
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Cold Shower
Videl continuously reminds herself that she needs to have a talk with Juuhachi-gou concerning her visiting habits. It has nothing to do with the fact she still returns to the mansion after finally obtaining the money owed to her by Hercule, or that it is without her father knowing. Nor is it related to how she always manages to turn up when Videl is in a state of undress, whatever the time of day happens to be.
What Videl is particularly concerned about regarding Juuhachi-gou's visits is that they are deliberately irregular. She keeps up a rigorous training programme and follows a strict schedule which will have her going through several thick punch-bags a week. Such a workout always creates a sweat. The sort of sweat which can only be soothed with a cold shower.
It's there she will become anxious and feels the sharp gaze upon her, but is never sure if it will be followed by a pair of hands which grip her waist to surprise her. When that happens, it's always during the second she takes her eyes off the shower curtain.
Then Juuhachi-gou is there, with barely half an inch between them. The water continues to pound through the shower head, still cold, and sends shudders through Videl as the large drops hammer into her body. It soaks Juuhachi-gou's clothes, but such a thing always goes unnoticed by her as she turns Videl's body around to press her back against the tiled wall. Thankfully, Videl always has the foresight, (or is it the paranoia?), to lay down a shower mat before stepping in herself.
No matter how cold the setting of the water is, it's always forgotten, even as it continues to pound against her body. Juuhachi-gou's hand will slide down between her breasts and over her stomach, making the muscles underneath quiver. Whatever her fingers do, it causes a spark to jolt up her body, flaming the nerves just underneath her skin to make them tingle furiously, and ends with the briefest flash of what she only just recognises as white light before it's gone. It's rare that Videl ever realises it has made her cry out and tilt her neck back to rub the top of her head against the wall. Her fingers scrabble against the tiles, in search of some sort of hold against the smooth, wet surface.
Yet it is the movement of Juuhachi-gou's fingers which just about keep her in the real world. Even as they push and stroke at the flesh between her legs, tease the senses, and make her head spin, it is the occasional digs of her fingernails and pinch at the clitoris which make the world snap together again, if only for the briefest few seconds. It is those moments which make Videl aware of her own actions. From still scrabbling for some sort of hold against the wall, to twitching her fingers against Juuhachi-gou's nipple through her clothing, to twisting her tongue and probing in her mouth as she fights hard to keep their mouths joined.
No matter how much Videl strives to keep sense around her, Juuhachi-gou is always the one who remains in control. There is a whine which draws itself out from the back of Videl's throat as their lips are drawn apart and Juuhachi-gou vanishes from her line of vision, which is hazed through hooded eyelids.
She feels the soft, brief butterfly kisses on her thighs, which start down low, travel up, and deliberately take their time. By the time they near her hips, Videl's teeth are gritted and her body quivers with need.
Then Juuhachi-gou's tongue is inside her, brushing slowly around the edges, dragging up, twisting and sometimes her lips close around Videl's clit. It drives her hips forward and she feels a tingle through her body, a prickle in her hard nipples and a pounding inside her. Her head lolls back, to rub against the tiled wall which is still being sprinkled with water coming from the shower head. Videl takes to reaching up to grab the rail of the shower curtain and hopes her own reflexes won't suddenly tear it down again. Because the questions she can see in her father's eyes when she mentions it are creeping close to his mouth.
She's panting and can feel every quick rise and fall of her breasts. It's some sort of nectar to Juuhachi-gou which spurs her on, giving the clitoris a little more attention each time she slowly drags her tongue up. It always ends up with her focusing on it entirely to listen to the moan which hums away in Videl's throat. It grows louder, more and more urgent, then Videl finds her head rolling to fall against one of her soaked shoulders as she reaches the edge and falls over it.
It's always the moment when Videl looks away for just a second Juuhachi-gou would be gone, leaving nothing but an open window and swaying curtains behind.
Videl always forgets to have those words with Juuhachi-gou about her visiting habits, so it's something she continues to remind herself about. Because, with such deliberately irregular visits, Videl has found that her own fingers can only do so much.
END
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 870
Warning: Yuri, shower sex
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection to the characters used in this non-profit fanfiction. All similar events to real life are purely coincidental.
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Cold Shower
Videl continuously reminds herself that she needs to have a talk with Juuhachi-gou concerning her visiting habits. It has nothing to do with the fact she still returns to the mansion after finally obtaining the money owed to her by Hercule, or that it is without her father knowing. Nor is it related to how she always manages to turn up when Videl is in a state of undress, whatever the time of day happens to be.
What Videl is particularly concerned about regarding Juuhachi-gou's visits is that they are deliberately irregular. She keeps up a rigorous training programme and follows a strict schedule which will have her going through several thick punch-bags a week. Such a workout always creates a sweat. The sort of sweat which can only be soothed with a cold shower.
It's there she will become anxious and feels the sharp gaze upon her, but is never sure if it will be followed by a pair of hands which grip her waist to surprise her. When that happens, it's always during the second she takes her eyes off the shower curtain.
Then Juuhachi-gou is there, with barely half an inch between them. The water continues to pound through the shower head, still cold, and sends shudders through Videl as the large drops hammer into her body. It soaks Juuhachi-gou's clothes, but such a thing always goes unnoticed by her as she turns Videl's body around to press her back against the tiled wall. Thankfully, Videl always has the foresight, (or is it the paranoia?), to lay down a shower mat before stepping in herself.
No matter how cold the setting of the water is, it's always forgotten, even as it continues to pound against her body. Juuhachi-gou's hand will slide down between her breasts and over her stomach, making the muscles underneath quiver. Whatever her fingers do, it causes a spark to jolt up her body, flaming the nerves just underneath her skin to make them tingle furiously, and ends with the briefest flash of what she only just recognises as white light before it's gone. It's rare that Videl ever realises it has made her cry out and tilt her neck back to rub the top of her head against the wall. Her fingers scrabble against the tiles, in search of some sort of hold against the smooth, wet surface.
Yet it is the movement of Juuhachi-gou's fingers which just about keep her in the real world. Even as they push and stroke at the flesh between her legs, tease the senses, and make her head spin, it is the occasional digs of her fingernails and pinch at the clitoris which make the world snap together again, if only for the briefest few seconds. It is those moments which make Videl aware of her own actions. From still scrabbling for some sort of hold against the wall, to twitching her fingers against Juuhachi-gou's nipple through her clothing, to twisting her tongue and probing in her mouth as she fights hard to keep their mouths joined.
No matter how much Videl strives to keep sense around her, Juuhachi-gou is always the one who remains in control. There is a whine which draws itself out from the back of Videl's throat as their lips are drawn apart and Juuhachi-gou vanishes from her line of vision, which is hazed through hooded eyelids.
She feels the soft, brief butterfly kisses on her thighs, which start down low, travel up, and deliberately take their time. By the time they near her hips, Videl's teeth are gritted and her body quivers with need.
Then Juuhachi-gou's tongue is inside her, brushing slowly around the edges, dragging up, twisting and sometimes her lips close around Videl's clit. It drives her hips forward and she feels a tingle through her body, a prickle in her hard nipples and a pounding inside her. Her head lolls back, to rub against the tiled wall which is still being sprinkled with water coming from the shower head. Videl takes to reaching up to grab the rail of the shower curtain and hopes her own reflexes won't suddenly tear it down again. Because the questions she can see in her father's eyes when she mentions it are creeping close to his mouth.
She's panting and can feel every quick rise and fall of her breasts. It's some sort of nectar to Juuhachi-gou which spurs her on, giving the clitoris a little more attention each time she slowly drags her tongue up. It always ends up with her focusing on it entirely to listen to the moan which hums away in Videl's throat. It grows louder, more and more urgent, then Videl finds her head rolling to fall against one of her soaked shoulders as she reaches the edge and falls over it.
It's always the moment when Videl looks away for just a second Juuhachi-gou would be gone, leaving nothing but an open window and swaying curtains behind.
Videl always forgets to have those words with Juuhachi-gou about her visiting habits, so it's something she continues to remind herself about. Because, with such deliberately irregular visits, Videl has found that her own fingers can only do so much.
END