Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, or any of it’s characters, nor do I claim to. I don’t make any profit from this story either, it is written purely for the enjoyment of fans.

A Close Shave

By Carbo

Authors notes: No, this fic has nothing to do with Wallace and Gromit, or sheep for that matter. It however has got something to do with shaving, and our favorite characters: Trunks and Pan. And um…some seriously mushy romance, topped with a delicious slice (or chunk) of lemon.

Extra note: Although this is not meant to be a sequel to the Bedtime Story thing, it could very well be one (expect for a few minor details) so if you want you can treat it as such.

LEMON ALERT!

Rating: NC-17, that’s right, the story has graphic sex in it, so if your under aged, or don’t have the stomach for such things, I’d advise you to go back now.

 

 

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Adjusting the stem of her black, slightly silvery knee-length dress a bit nervously, Pan took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

Heart thumping steadily she waited for the door to open, half hoping she would be greeted by the pair of lake blue eyes of her hansom friend, half hoping she wouldn’t.

"Hello dear! Come in!" Bulmas blue head peeked through the open door, a bright welcoming smile shining on her face. Pan let out an involuntary sigh of relief when it was only his mother, although a part of her was disappointed that he hadn’t come down to greet her.

Obeying the blue haired woman with a smile, Pan stepped into the large Brief hall. She suddenly felt twice as restless now that she was actually inside, there was no turning back now.

Not that she didn’t want this, she did, more than anything. After that kiss they’d shared a few days ago, she had lost every last one of her doubts. But she still couldn’t help feeling nervous. Gods, she couldn’t believe she was finally doing this, officially going out with Trunks.

"Oh, you look wonderful!" Bulma complimented making Pan blush slightly, admiring her black knee-length gown that clung snugly to her well toned body but left her back almost completely bare. She hadn’t been sure if it was appropriate or not for a fancy restaurant and was feeling a bit uncomfortable wearing something so revealing, but she’d put it on anyway wanting to look nice for him. But she had to admit it was beautiful.

Pan thanked Bulma kindly and smiled..

"He’s upstairs getting dressed. You can go see him if you want." Bulma smiled assuringly, sensing the slight uneasiness of the younger woman. Then giving her a relaxing grin and a wink, Bulma disappeared into the kitchen.

Well at least she approves, Pan smiled and exhaled deeply. Walking to the stairs and slowly started her way up, her heart rate slightly climbing with excitement with each step.

Her heart was practically in her throat when she finally reached his door. Calm down girl, since when have you become a nervous wreck! it’s just Trunks, it’s just Trunks…Ah kuso it’s TRUNKS!

Eventually her heart calmed down a little, and she gathered her courage to knock on his door.

To her dismay though, no one answered. She knocked again, but still nothing, not even a sound. But she was sure she felt his ki somewhere nearby.

Frowning, Pan turned the door knob and opened the door a squeak with, and found the room completely empty. Great, I work up a huge sweat about knocking on his door and he doesn’t even bother to be in.

Shrugging she stepped inside. Scanning her surroundings she noticed his clothes were thrown over his bed. A small smile graced her face as an image of him in them flashed through her mind. I gotta hand it to him, he has taste, she smiled as he fingered the soft material of the light blue collar shirt, loose black slacks and a black suit jacket.

She had just taken off her coat and sat on his bed, when the sound of running water reached her ears. First she frowned, but the frown vanished as she remembered the room had a bathroom of it’s own.

The now familiar coming nervousness sneaked up her throat again, but this time she was able to control it. Although the realization that he was probably not fully dressed in there, made her cheeks flush slightly. It was funny, all the time she had known him, he had never made her so nervous, until now.

Ignoring her randomly beating heart, Pan walked over to the bathroom door, and turning the knob, she peeked in.

And there he was, standing by the mirror in only a pair of black trunks (pun!), his perfectly sculpted body almost fully in her view, while he spread white cream all over his face getting ready to shave himself - something she’d never seen him do before, and which she to her surprise somehow found incredibly sexy.

Sensing her presence, Trunks turned around to meet eyes with his visitor.

His smile was so warm and disarming that it chased away almost all of her insecurities, almost, but the blush remained.

"You look beautiful." He spoke with a wide, soft smile, turning to face her completely, as he eyed her up and down while admiring the dress, and more so, the body in it. The act made Pan feel very self-conscious.

She blushed a shade darker.

"Thank you." Pan said and smiled up at him, this time with more self confidence. After all, did she really need to be this nervous?

Pan let out a small chuckle while eyeing him up and down with amusement in her eyes. This time it was Trunks’ turn to blush.

"You look silly." Pan grinned, referring to his white face, the cream making him look like an extremely good looking Santa Claus. Completely relaxed now, she stepped closer until she was right in front of him.

Trunks eyed her curiously, as if to evaluate her intentions. She had that glimmer in her eyes, one that usually meant some sort of trouble.

She just peered at his face with a frown, and reached her hand to touch his cream covered chin. Then she returned her gaze to his eyes and grinned at him.

"Can I do this?" She asked.

Trunks arched an eyebrow suspiciously, but then smirked lopsidedly.

"As far as I know, women don’t have a habit of growing beards, but if you wanna do mine…sure." He cracked, and offered her the razor.

"Just don’t kill me with it." He smirked sheepishly, receiving a narrow eyed glare from her in return.

"Funny. Ok, smart boy, sit." She ordered with a slight smirk and guided him to the toilet seat.

Pan glanced him with slight awkwardness, before she moved to sit in his lap sideways. Both slightly flushed, they glanced at each other, quite aware of the closeness of their bodies and the warmth between them.

Determinedly Pan concentrated on his face, ignoring the more than obvious distractions. Like the firm compact muscles of his thighs straining under hers, and the clean distinctive scent of his body that filled her senses.

Clearing her mind, she cupped his chin gently with her other hand, and giving him a pleased smile, she lifted the razor, and with careful and slow, almost caressing strokes she began to shave away the cream.

Trunks watched her through half-closed lids, enjoying the feeling of her fingers moving along his jaw sensually. He had to admit, getting his face shaved had never felt this good before, and he think he knew why.

Having such a beautiful being draped across his lap, doing the shaving for him probably had something to do with it.

Mmm…she smells wonderful, he mused to himself with a smile, while admiring her beauty - something he hadn’t had the pleasure of fully noticing until now, and marveling on how cute she looked when her brow crunched in concentration. Almost as cute as when she lost her temper.

Instinctively his hand snaked around her waist, and softly pulled her closer to him.

Pan stopped her movements and looked down at him, slightly taken by surprised by his sudden move and the look in his eyes. But she didn’t pull away, just gazed into his eyes with a mixture of warmth and confusion in her eyes, a slight pink hue sneaking onto her cheeks.

Smiling Trunks reached up with his hand and gently moved a stray strand of hair out of her eyes, and in the process momentarily caressing her cheek with his fingers.

It was almost frightening what a simple touch could do to her, what feelings it woke inside her, that small show of care and affection. It burned her heart, that soft caress.

She was still afraid, Trunks could tell. But he could also see she wanted this, badly, and that was probably a part of what she was scared of. It scared him too.

They were both very safely guarded people when they came to turns with love, both in their own ways. But the road they had now taken upon would have to rip down all those walls they had built around themselves, and the process would not be entirely painless. Giving control of your heart to someone else is never easy. But something told him once they were past that, it would all be worth it.

There were other things that worried him too, one of them being the reaction of Pans parents, and their age difference as well. Or actually it wasn’t the difference that bothered him, but the fact that she was only 16, (seventeen in three months) and that she was technically and in some other ways too, still a child.

Although she didn’t much look like one right now.

He had considered putting this off, waiting a while before actually starting the relationship, but frankly, he didn’t think he could wait that long.

No, not by far, he thought to himself as he gazed into her eyes with a smile, drowning in those deep-brown pools. He knew he was being selfish, but he was too in love with her to stay away. Yes, he admitted that now, but for now only to himself.

It had taken him some time to understand the waves of warmth that passed through his heart when ever she smiled at him, touched or even teased him. Even her mere presence gave him a certain feel of peace and belonging. He always felt good around her, at home.

The kiss had just been the sealer of his fate. He couldn’t deny the emotions he’d felt that night, he still felt them when he looked at her now, along with some new ones too, as the feel of her soft and warm body made it’s way back to his consciousness.

Her lips, her body and her eyes called to him, and it was call he couldn’t possible resist. Slowly Trunks leaned closer.

Pan swallowed. She could feel her heartbeat climbing again. He was so close, so very close, his face mere inches away, gazing at her with his clear blue eyes that were darkened with desire. She could feel warm his breath on her face, on her lips and mouth, mixing with her own and the heat radiating form his body.

She felt shivers run down her spine as his palm reached to touch her cheek, cupping it softly, and slowly closing the gap between, brushing his lips gently to hers. The kiss was feather-soft at first but it heated like a spreading bush fire.

It felt like hot and cold had both invaded her heart simultaneously. Time seemed to stop, and she found herself wishing it would. She didn’t notice as the razor slipped from her hand and dropped onto the floor escorted by a loud clang.

Pan had completely forgotten where she was, or where they were suppose to be going in 30 minutes. His tongue slowly seduced her to a world of blissful oblivion, while his hands pulled her tighter and tighter against him. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, her fingers sliding into his soft hair.

Suddenly Trunks broke the intense kiss, but then he swept his mouth down her neck and started nibbling and kissing her collarbone.

She tasted so good, so fresh, and her smell, so clean but with a wisp of green apple -his favorite fruit. The smell was very faint, and mixed with the smell of soap. An image of her with him in the shower made a wave of heat course through his body, and he felt an aching bulge starting to develop below his waistline.

That was when alarm bells went off in his head. Weren’t they going too far a little too fast.

Getting control over himself again, he stopped his kisses and pushed her slightly further from himself gently. She stared at him, breathless, eyes dazed and confused. She looked so beautiful like that.

"What’s wrong?" She asked hoarsely, a hint of worry flashing in her dark eyes. Didn’t he want her?

For a moment he just gazed at her panting, his nose only centimeters from hers. "Are you sure…about this?" He asked, desperately hoping she would say yes.

For a moment she gazed at him speechless. A sign of hesitation and fear glimpsed in her eyes. But then it was gone. She trusted him with her life and wanted him more than anything. There was nothing to be afraid of. Why wouldn’t she be sure?

"Yes." She breathed finally, gazing into his eyes with most honest trust.

For a moment they gazed at each other silently, a wordless understanding passing between them.

Then giving her a small smile, Trunks pulled her into another passionate kiss, his brief resolve breaking into a million shreds. Hungrily he devoured her lips and mouth, enjoying every taste. Frantic to feel her skin against his, he paused for a moment to pull the little black dress over her head, flinging it on the floor.

Again his mouth traveled from his lips down her neck and lower, leaving behind a trail burning kisses. But this time he didn’t stop at her collarbone, but instead came lower arriving at the her now bare breasts.

For a second he just admired the beauty of the white, round, soft mounds of flesh, topped with little, pink nipples. But just for a second.

She gasped and shivered with delight as he covered the other with his mouth, playing and sucking the sensitive nipple, while his hand cupped and caressed the other one, driving both her and himself wild.

With each suck, her gasps became louder, the sensations overwhelming everything else, while the ache between her thighs became worse and worse. The feel of his dawning erection against sex her didn’t help. She wanted him inside her, around her, above her. She wanted to be one with him.

Filling her silent wish, he suddenly left her breast to unite with her mouth again, he picked her up.

Wasting no time, Trunks stumbled out of the bathroom while keeping up with the fervored kiss.

Hardly pausing, the two practically fell onto the bed, still wrapped up in the heated kiss. Then leaving her mouth again he moved lower, kissing his way down her body to her hips.

He could see her panties were soaking wet, and that drove only made him more exited. Slowly, torturously slowly, he started pulling them off with his shaky hands, while Pan gazed at him with eyes glazed with her arousal.

Once they were off, he stared at the rosy wetness before him, feeling his need overwhelming him. But he controlled himself. He couldn’t take her yet. He had to pleasure her first, before the pain.

She moaned loudly and leaned back her head as he covered her with his mouth. Licking and sucking, first lightly, teasing, then harder, rougher until she was in complete ecstasy, teasing her until she was merely hanging over the edge.

"Trunks…!" She whimpered, hands clutching the sheets, hips pushing against his mouth as he sucked her clit with growing force.

But as she was almost there, he suddenly stopped. A whimper of disappointment and desperation escaped her lips. But the disappointment faded as another deep moan of pleasure erupted from her as he finally took of his boxers and slid into her.

But the moan turned to that of pain as he came to the barrier. As slowly as he could he eased into her, trying to make it as painless as possible. Unfortunately it didn’t help much.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked breathlessly, pausing his movements, a look of worry appearing on his face. He didn’t want to cause her any unnecessary pain. Just one word from her and he would stop.

"No! Don’t stop." She gasped, and clutched at the sheets once more. She wanted this, more than anything. She had dreamed about this for years, and it was proving to be better in real life. She could take it, she’d been through much worse than this. Biting her lip she told herself that it would reside quickly.

Fortunately she soon forgot about the pain, as new waves of pleasure started to sweep over her like warm water after hypothermia. Slowly and tentatively Trunks started bringing up his pace, his strokes becoming deeper and faster, slowly bringing her again to total ecstasy, making her whither and moan like a trapped animal.

She had never felt sensations like that before, ones that drowned every sane thought, every emotion. At that moment the only thing that existed was the overwhelming pleasure of him inside her, and the hotness of his body against hers. There was no future, no past, just that moment.

Suddenly, as the power of the sensations became too great to handle, blinding lights exploded behind their eyes as a hot surge of electric pleasure and pain of indescribable magnitude wracked their bodies, forcing a primal scream out of their throats.

For a moment the entire room was illuminated with a blindingly bright light, as the two united beings were enveloped by a golden aura. But the aura faded out as quickly as it had appeared, leaving the two sprawled over each other exhausted, half-conscious but most satisfied.

Dazed, Trunks opened his hazy eyes to look at the exhausted, shut-eyed face of his young lover. A smile creeping to his face, he reached over and ran a shaky hand across her beautiful face lovingly. Rolling to his back he wrapped her arm around her waist and pulled her unconscious body into his arms. Sighing contently, he buried his nose into her hair and closed his eyes.

He was only so far from falling into slumber when he felt the bundle in his arms move against him. Opening his eyes he found himself gazing into the tired, dark brown eyes of his lover.

A small smile crept onto her lips as she gazed at with her hazy eyes.

"I think it’s a little late to go anywhere don’t you? " She whispered wearily, eyes half-lidded.

Trunks chuckled at her softly, sweeping away the loose strands of black hair from her face. "Try again tomorrow?" He asked with a soft grin, and kissed her gently on the lips.

For a while Trunks stayed awake just gazing at her content and peaceful face. He couldn’t stop marveling at the fact that he had the power to make this wonderful creature happy, and that she had the power to do the same for him.

And he had to admit it now, she did make him happy. Always had, in one way or the other. Whether it was making him laugh at her silly antics, dragging him out of the office once in a while for a sunny picnic in the park, coaxing away his gloomy thoughts when he was down or just gracing him with her warm and energetic presence. And now his bed with her beautiful body.

 

For some reason he had a feeling there was a long and bumpy ride ahead. But he knew he had a future to look forward to, as long as she was in it. There would be no dull moments, that much was for sure.

Picking up an extra pillow he threw it precisely at the light switch, and the room fell into a thick blanket of darkness. Wrapping his arms loosely around her small, warm body, he leaned his head against hers and softly whispered her goodnight.

Maybe tomorrow they’d actually make it to the restaurant, maybe not, he thought hazily as sleep started to weigh on him. I wonder if the cab is still waiting outside…

 

End

 

So there we are, my first lemon. I think it turned out alright don’t you?

I do admit there are some illogical parts (if you didn’t notice, ignore that =), and maybe a little bit too much mushiness, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway!

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