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Day 1 Prompt 1 - Soft Blushes
His lips were so soft that for a moment she almost forgot how to kiss back. The man before her was many things, violent and brutal, proud and determined, hardened not only by constant war but also unimaginable loss. Never would she have assumed that there was any part of Vegeta that was soft; but against all odds his lips were. Full and soft like they had been made for kissing alone, it was almost inconceivable that these very same lips could spew insults as cold as the never ending ice of the Arctic.
His touch was gentle, almost shy and probing, and Bulma found herself distantly wondering if he was being gentle for her sake; for he could easily hurt her without any effort, or, if he was inexperienced. A thought that seemed preposterous given his age and his assured demeanor in any situation he had encountered so far. A man who had seen the end of countless worlds, had brought death upon those planets like he had been sent by the devil himself, had surely kissed a female in his over 30 years of life.
The tug of Vegeta's teeth on her lower lip brought her back to the present. The late afternoon sun was dancing in his dark mane and his right hand had found the back of her neck, thumb stroking her temple. His eyes, heavy lidded and lowered, but not fully closed - reminding her that he likely never trusted anybody - focused intently on her lips. The very lips he was now nipping lightly. Vegeta was a man with single minded focus, a trait that had often driven her nearly insane in the past, whatever it was that he fixed his attention on became an obsession, training himself to the brink of death was the main one. It had cost her nothing but time, money and nerves as he went through battle-drone after battle-drone in his quest for power and ascension, it had escalated when he blew up the Gravity Chamber.
But now, being on the receiving end of this unbending focus, Bulma found herself enjoying the ways in which the Saiyan Prince approached everything he did, pouring himself completely into the task at hand.
A part of her was reeling at the truth that she was being kissed by Vegeta, even more so that she enjoyed it. Her and Yamcha had been over for a while now, he had been her longest relationship and he had become an open book to her, unlike the man she was currently kissing; he was mystery to her, temperamental and dangerous, and she knew nothing about him other than the fact that one day he very well might try to kill them all.
Her curiosity had started all of this, on a whim she had invited the temperamental alien and a few months later - again on a whim - one late lonely evening she had started dreaming of what it would be like to be with him in an intimate manner. Not just the kissing they were currently participating in, but the whole nine yards. Naked skin on naked skin, ripping a hole into the wall that surrounded him and getting to see that stoic face flush in the heat of lust and passion. Discovering what he sounded like when he moaned. Experience the way in which his muscles would ripple under his skin, feel how his skin would become damp from the physical exertion and gratification, taste how his skin would turn slightly salty from something other than the sweat of strenuous training all by his handsome self.
Bulma's hips rolled on their own accord, as her brain caught up on just how close she was to actually experience the things she so far had only dreamed of. During the course of the last few minutes of fiery lip locking her leg had come up and hooked itself around his firm waist on its own accord. The angle provided her now with great access to grind her dampening core into his groin, which was straining against his tight workout shorts.
It had all started out like one of their usual arguments, he broke the Gravity Room, she yelled at him to be more careful, he yelled back that her inventions were feeble, she ended up fixing them while fuming at him. This time around he had managed to overload the electrical circuit and she had been standing outside, on the back side of the large dome, trying to assess the damage that had been done to the overall system.
His mouth found the line of her jaw, following it to her ear, where sharp teeth gently tucked her earlobe, making Bulma bite her lip to suppress a moan. His large chest vibrated with the intoxicating mixture of a low groan and a chuckle before returning to her mouth, gently nipping her upper lip for entrance.
Vegeta had been hot on her heels, he always was when it came to the repairs surrounding his training equipment, looking over her shoulder in the soft orange glow of the descending evening. When she had looked over her shoulder at him she had seen the last soft rays of the sun reflecting in his dark hair, drawing fiery patterns of Auburn and brown into his gravity defying spikes and making his eyes glow in a manner that only underlined how alien he truly was. His focus was directed to the electrical whirl of wires inside the open panel, allowing her this one private moment to truly study him.
Her hands were on his neck, for the first time physically appreciating how wide it was, before her fingers intertwined themselves in the short hair at the back of his neck, giving an experimental tuck, while familiarizing herself with the foreign texture of dark mane.
The way his eyebrows were strong and thick, but clearly defined, leading down to a straight nose that only served to highlight the symmetrical features of his face. Vegeta was attractive, not only because he was muscled and fit, but also in the very structure of his bones. She wondered distantly if facial symmetry was a feature only humans enjoyed, or if he had been perceived as impressive and handsome by members of his own race. Saiyans did not strike her as the group of people to spend much time agonizing over the symmetrical shape of their face, then again her sample size was rather small.
His tongue danced with hers in a manner so playful that the corners of her mouth curled upward, smiling into their shared kiss before giving his tongue a rough sucking with a mischievous giggle. Vegeta drew away, clearly, she had taken him by surprise, his eyes found her own dancing with friskiness and a fraction of a second later his lips had found hers again. Going in for the chase and returning the gesture with thrilling excitement.
That's when she had noticed his lips. An observation that had led them to end up here. Kissing behind the GR, under the setting sun, in a makeout session so steamy it put her high school days to shame. Because once Bulma had seen those luscious pliable lips she wanted to kiss him, and Bulma Briefs was a woman who always got what she wanted.
In a desperate attempt for air Bulma broke away, leaning her forehead against his, panting heavily. The same straight and shapely nose she had studied just a moment earlier was touching her own, and tossing all remaining caution to the wind she gave it a gentle nip.
In a move so fast she surprised not only herself but also her dark alien houseguest, she pressed her lips to his. Not in the least bit surprised when he pushed her off him, taking a step back, bewilderment was written clear all over his face. It had been fleeting, but good, oh so good, so Bulma could do little but stand there, anxiously biting her own lip and steeling herself for the stream of insults that was likely to fall from the very lips she had just kissed. The same lips she couldn’t stop staring at.
Her second leg joined her first around his trim waist, allowing her to angle herself up between Vegeta and the outside of the Gravity Room. The new position granted him greater access to press his pelvis into her core, making Bulma wish she had worn a skirt instead of shorts, as his erection provided the most tantalizing friction.
His dark gaze had pinned her to the spot, before something in him must have snapped and he was on her like a predator. His lips found hers with crushing force, large hands entwining in her hair, cradling her head before dialing down the intensity. The predatory force he had used moments earlier had subsided and gave way for the steamy but gentle nipping, sucking and kissing she currently couldn't get enough of.
Just as Bulma was about to suggest a change to a more private location to finally taking off all these restricting clothes she heard the faint voice of her mother calling from the patio door. Vegeta jerked away so fast and so violently that Bulma almost fell, the only commodity aiding her in the process of reclaiming her balance was the backside of the Gravity Room, which was also currently shielding them from her mother's direct line of sight. The second she lost the heat of his body and the delicious softness of his lips reality seemed to set back in. She had kissed Vegeta, private, wound-too-tight Vegeta, who disliked having his personal space invaded and believed humans to be below his royal Saiyan ass.
When she lifted her eyes, having successfully regained her balance and her breathing, blue met black and she found him desperately fighting for his own breath. Good. His eyes locked on her so fiercely she could see plain as day that he was struggling with the same conflicting emotions. She had breached the wall, scratched his rough exterior, got a fleeting glimpse at the man beneath and he liked and hated it all at the same time. It was that very moment that it dawned on her that perhaps he had never let anybody this close before. There had been a need in the way he kissed her, gentle, but also passionate and desperate like a man who had starved for affection his entire life. Her next course of actions would determine if he would ever let her close enough for a repeat of what they had just done.
Maintaining eye contact with him Bulma called back to her mother, letting her know that she would be right in, before lowering her voice and instructing him to go ahead, she would fix the electrical issue and then follow suit. Vegeta's eyes shifted from her face to the still open panel and then back to her, giving a curt nod before turning on his heels and stalking off towards the house.
“I’ll see you later” she threw over her shoulder with a giggle, giving him a suggestive smirk and watching with barely restrained amusement as he turned around to look at her. His face holding the same expression of embarrassment and bewilderment that he had worn the first time she had called him cute, the only difference this time - the soft blushes on both of their cheeks, giving away just how familiar they had become just now.
To be continued .....