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He pushed her against the table filled with the remainder of the tonight's feast, causing the half-full plates that revealed the missing guest to rattle. His lips didn't leave hers nor did the arms around her upper body.
He kissed her like she was all he had in this world and she thought it might be the case. There was little he had left now, but she couldn't deny that he did have her.
At some point after he dragged her into this dark room while the rest of her friends were gathered outside, her satin tights had ripped and she could feel his taut abs pressing against her bare thighs, even through his shirt. She lifted her legs, trying to angle him so she could feel him directly against her center.
They were both wearing too many clothes and she wanted him to rip them off, but he was holding her close, not letting her escape even though it would be the sensible choice.
“This is so wrong,” she said, panting as his mouth began to stray from hers; his fervid kisses spread over her jaw and down her throat.
“So wrong,” he murmured, although he didn't sound like he cared as much as her about the fact that they were at Goku’s memorial service.
“We need to stop.” She was definitely going to push him away as soon as she got the chance, she told herself while she pulled at the neck of his shirt to expose of the warm, muscular span of his shoulder.
He responded to her words by claiming her lips once more, pinning her in place as he clutched at her even harder and pushing her down to lie on the table. She felt something wedged against her back, an empty plate most likely, but it didn't hurt enough for her to care.
One of his hands moved upward to hold the back of her head while the other slid down the side of her torso until he could grasp her ass where it wasn't touching the table. Her own hands slipped under his shirt, skating over his sinewy body until they landed on his waistband. Her fingers traced the outline of his hardened cock and she relished in the moan he breathed into her mouth.
She was unbuttoning his pants when he suddenly froze and pulled her away from the table. Her legs wrapped all the way around his waist as he lifted her and carried her so quickly to the wall behind the door that her head spun.
“What are you do-” Her question was interrupted by his hand firmly placed over her mouth.
She stared at him angrily until she heard a person walk in the hall, moving in the direction of the room they were in. They hadn't closed the door, she realized. Someone was going to catch them in the act at the worst possible time to have sex.
They stared at each other as the person outside the room stopped by the door, probably looking in to see if anyone was there. The door opened inward and they were hidden behind it, but it likely wouldn't be enough to hide them if someone was to enter.
After what felt like minutes but were probably only a few seconds, the person sighed - it sounded a lot like Chichi - and walked away, their steps slow and slightly dragging across the floor as though the person felt defeated. Bulma’s heart ached for Goku’s wife, now a widow; this time for good.
She was about to push away from Vegeta for real when he kissed her again. It was harder, more desperate, and she fell for it like she always did. He was her weakness. She doubted that she loved him, but she did yearn for his touch.
He pressed her into the wall, his hips keeping her tethered there while he pulled her shirt over her head. Her tights were next, the remains of them ripped away to free her lower body to his greedy hands.
She was now only wearing her black panties and a mismatched forest green bra. He broke their kiss long enough to look down at her, trapped between him and the wall, and his eyes glimmering with excitement and lust.
He never failed to make her feel like the most beautiful thing that had ever existed and it was exactly how she deserved to be looked upon. His gaze was a perfect mix of adoration and desire, and she savored it.
One of his hands grasped her ass as he pulled back enough to flick open the button on his pants and drag them down until he could free his length. She nearly moaned at the sight, recalling how good he could make her feel by filling her to the brink with that thick cock. It had been too long.
She helped him position himself at her entrance and then the distance between them dissipated again as he thrust into her to the hilt. Her mouth emitted a sound at the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled, but her small gasp was nothing compared to the thunderous groan that left his lips.
He gripped her thighs roughly, holding himself still inside her for several seconds, breathing harshly through his nose. His eyes were closed, his expression strained. She remembered that it had been even longer for him since they last had sex; he had been in the Time Chamber for two years. But she didn't feel sorry for him since he had been the one who had driven a wedge between them.
Thinking about this didn't make her angry, but it did make her regain enough sense to give the door beside them a small push and it closed quietly to her relief.
Her movement seemed to spur him on. He pulled almost all the way out of her and, as his cock plunged deeply into her core, his tongue plunged into her mouth. The pause he'd taken a moment ago was forgotten, replaced by the staggering pleasure that coursed through her as he began to fuck her in earnest.
It wasn't as good as she remembered; it was better. Her mind hadn't been able to capture the sheer magnitude of the bliss she felt when he pumped in and out of her, filling her core just right. Many times she had fantasized about the countless trysts they'd had, but no fantasies she could conjure up from her memories could compare to the way he made her feel.
He knew just how to find the right angle to stroke her inner wall exactly how she needed it and his pelvic rubbed against her clit with every roll of his hips. She buried her face in his shoulder, biting down on his steel flesh to stop the noises that wanted to escape her lips and surely alert others of their current activity.
She was so close to the peak when he began to slow down. A needy whine left her as her climax started to recede.
“Look at me,” he said, more an order than a plea. “I want to watch you come on my cock.”
She was eager to follow any command as long as he didn't stop. Her head lifted and her eyes found his. Despite the darkness of the room, his black eyes shone. They exposed the danger inside him, the very thing she'd been drawn to since she first locked eyes with him.
But back then, his stare had been filled with hate. Now they were overflowing with lust, despondency and something she couldn't quite discern.
She didn't get time to ponder it because he started moving again at an even more brutal pace than before. Her impending crescendo built up in record time and suddenly it washed over her in intense waves.
His thrusts didn't stop, but they grew erratic as he felt her inner muscles tighten around him. He pounded into her harder, prolonging her orgasm, until he rammed into her one last time and released with a strangled cry of her name.
As they both came down from their peaks, his hands holding her thighs loosened and she managed to free herself from his hold. He stepped back as his spent shaft slid out of her, his semen already dripping down her thigh as he did so. She was no longer caught between him and the wall, and she took the opportunity to remove herself from him.
It took at least a minute for reality to hit her, still soaring high on the post orgasm bliss, but when she finally realized what she'd done, it hit her hard.
She'd let herself be whisked away by the jackass who had left her pregnant and who likely only came back to show off his new abilities. He'd been responsible for allowing Cell to become perfect and ultimately Goku’s untimely death. Even if Goku hadn't died during the fight against Cell, Vegeta had sworn to kill the other Saiyan himself.
And now the need to forget her grief and her undeniable attraction to that horrible man had pushed her straight into his cold, unfeeling embrace; at Goku’s memorial no less!
Pulling her skirt down to cover as much as she could, she grabbed her shirt off the floor and slipped it on, then finger-combed her hair. She probably looked like a mess, just like how she felt, but it would have to do. Hopefully, she could reach her room before anyone saw her.
Just as she was about to leave, a large hand grabbed her wrist. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. She didn't look back at him either; she couldn't look at him. She wasn't even sure that she could look at herself in the mirror after this.
She twisted her hand away from him and he let her go without a struggle.
As she left the room, she could still feel his eyes on her.