ENOUGH TO HEAL Juuhachi-gou (Juuhachigo@aol.com) Fall for me, my Southern Cross, my star Shine for me when love has gone too far Drag me out, don't leave this love for dead Hand to mouth, we're picking up the thread I've got you belly-deep in me * * * The sun was a ripe orange hanging low in the sky, ready to drop below the horizon where the sea met a scattering line of purple clouds. A soft breeze ruffled Juuhachi-gou's hair as she sat on the edge of the bluff overlooking the water. Trunks stood just beside and behind her, arms folded, gazing off in the general direction of the sunset about to be. Say something, he told himself. (I can't. It'll be something stupid.) How do you know that? (Because I can't think of a single intelligent thing to say.) You know why she brought you here, don't you? Away from the others, alone? (......) Look at her. She's beautiful, with the sunlight picking gold glints out of her hair. Even her most subtle movement is as graceful and perfect as a dancer's performance. (I know, I know.) So tell her that, dimbulb. (I can't. It won't sound right coming out of my mouth.) You've always known how pretty she is. Even when she was your enemy, you described her as a cute girl who dresses just like you. Accent on the 'cute'. Trunks grunted out loud, and Juuhachi-gou looked around and up at him. "Nanda?" He shook his head. "Nani mo." Nothing. "Hn." She looked back out over the water and said conversationally, "You can hurt your eyesight like that." Yeah, she's right; if you don't stop it soon, you'll go blind. Trunks swallowed hard. "Uhh...what?" "Staring at the sun like that. Just because it's not too bright to look at when it's setting doesn't mean the invisible spectrum can't harm your eyes." "Oh." He felt the heat on his face and prayed she wouldn't look around at him till the blush faded. "Sorry." He uncrossed his arms and made himself sit down beside her. "Juuhachi--Juu-chan..." "Hm?" He struggled for words. "Um...you know, you're really very pretty." She didn't turn her head again, but her eyes tracked over to look at him, and she smiled quietly. "Thank you." "I've always thought so...I mean, even when--well, you know. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is..." Long pause. "Yes?" "If you want to..." Long pause. "Yes?" "....." Extremely long pause. Finally Juu shifted on the cliff'es edge and turned around to look at him. She tucked a stray drift of blonde hair behind her left ear and cocked her head at him, her wide pale eyes studying his face carefully. Finally she sighed, a tiny sound of resignation, and leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Trunks drew in a sharp breath and felt the warmth rushing to his cheeks again, but he didn't try to pull away. When she drew back, she smiled with faint amusement. "That's two," she said. "T-two...?" "Two kisses you owe me. Remember? When I kissed you for the first time, all those months back?" It was his turn to smile, an expression that softened his severe features. "How could I forget? I almost lost my sword, impending battle or no." "You almost kissed me yesterday. In the tree." "I...yes..." "But we were called away before you could." "That's true." Trunks slid one arm around her shoulders. "If...if you like, I could...try again." She tilted her delicate face up to his. "Why don't you?" He took her chin in his other hand and guided her mouth to his. Her lips were cool, and soft, and she felt so fragile in his arms, despite the strength he knew she possessed. The breeze freshened around them, stirring her hair, and its softness brushed his cheek. He was glad she was growing it out; he had rather liked his own longer hair, but his father had urged him to cut it short again, so he had. Also, he liked Juu better with long hair; it made her more like a new person, and not the-- No. I will not think of her like that again. Especially not now. He pulled her boldly against him, and her trim curves molded against his hard, muscled body. Once he thought she was as hard as metal, but she wasn't. She was supple, soft where a woman should be, yet firm as well. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he could feel her heartbeat quickening along with his. My father is wrong. Juu's a woman. In every way that counts. His body began to respond to her proximity; he felt desire, unmistakable and as powerful as it was abrupt, flooding his nerves. Whether he pushed her down to lie on the grass, or whether she pulled him with her, he didn't know and didn't care. His hands came to rest on her tiny waist, just above the gentle swell of her hip, and her small cool fingers teased the back of his neck, caressing him just above his shoulders. His tongue teased the inside of her mouth, and she opened willingly to him, touching the tip of her tongue to his. Her hands slid his jacket off his shoulders, and he moved his arms to shrug out of it, letting it fall behind him. He replaced his hand higher on her torso, just below her breast. She tugged his tanktop loose, her fingertips grazing his skin, her cool touch setting his nerves aflame. He stripped out of the tanktop, and smiled, almost shyly, as Juu explored his beautifully sculpted chest first with her eyes, then with her fingers. After a while she sat up and pulled off her black sweater. Her breasts were fuller than he'd imagined, but not too large for her slim frame, tipped with tiny pale-pink buds, delicate as unopened cherry blossoms. He reached out and gathered her against him, feeling her nipples go hard against his chest, and kissed her soft white neck, his breath stirring soft strands of her hair. She cupped her hand to the back of his head and arched her spine, urging his kisses downward until his mouth closed over one nipple. He suckled at her breast as the light went from gold to orange around them, and the world was silent around them except for the sound the waves below them, and the rush and swell of their breathing, and the soft cries Juu made in the back of her throat. He deftly worked her belt loose and slid off her skirt and leggings; at some point she'd kicked off her boots, although he hadn't noticed at the time. He spread his jacket out on the grass and laid her down on it, slipping out of his jeans and boots before lying down beside her. She rested on his outstretched arm as they carressed each other, touching searchingly, experimentally. He found that her nipples were very sensitive, and enjoyed watching her react as he teased them with light little touches and pinches. Her hand stole boldly down his taut stomach and clasped his hardness, and he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. "Careful," he murmured. "I might go off." "I'm counting on it--oh!" she gasped as his mouth found her breast again. He stroked her thighs until they parted for him, then gently explored the petal-soft folds between her legs while she moved restlessly against him, lightly stroking his erection, giving him quick little squeezes that made him suck in breath. He pulled his mouth free from her nipple, sucking till it popped free, and looked at her searchingly. Her eyes bright with desire, she nodded once. He rose to his knees and pulled her onto his lap. They both cried out, short sharp cries in almost perfect unison, as he slid into her. He fit perfectly inside her, snug but not too tight, as though their bodies had been crafted to fit together. They didn't move for a minute or so; Trunks was catching his breath, not wanting to climax before her, and Juu looked longingly into his eyes, her lips parted, gasping a bit. He kissed her hard, and she kissed back with equal fervor, and he finally began to rock her gently back and forth, sliding almost out of her with delicious slowness, then just as slowly slipping into her completely again. They traded kisses on the mouth, on each other's faces, their necks, their shoulders. The sun dipped below the horizon, and dusk wrapped around them like a sheltering cloak. Trunks; tongue darted out to tease first one nipple, then the other, and Juu's head fell back and she sent her soft cries up to the first glimmering stars overhead. Her hips began to buck hungrily against him, and Trunks pushed himself full inside her and began a series of short, sharp thrusts that made her tighten around him. She looked at him with wide eyes, her mouth opening as though she wanted to speak, but then the climax took her and she screamed his name, her hands tightening almost painfully on his shoulders, and she fell back. Trunks let her down to the jacket on the ground and rose above her, his thrusts deep and hard and quickening. He didn't have to worry about hurting her; the lack of a need for restraint was almost as glorious as the feel of being inside her, but nothing could compare to the knowledge that he was the one giving her this bliss, that she had given herself to him and he was making her his. He grasped her wrists and pinned her arms down to the ground outstretched, rising above her, thrusting madly now. She climaxed again, thrashing under him, pinned and helpless in her ecstasy. The sense of power this gave him almost frightened him, but he was too far gone to care that much at the moment. He growled deep in the back of his throat; if he'd had a tail, it would have been lashing, beating at his legs and buttocks. He was driven with the need to possess her utterly, to make her come again and again, and each time she did he came closer to his own completion. It was full dark now, and still he rode her relentlessly, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, still holding her down, still thrusting into her in a relentless rhythm. The base of his spine began to tingle and grow hot; the sensation spread along his groin to his balls, which pressed against Juu's buttocks with each inward thrust. His growl became a snarl, and his lips drew back, and at the instant before he felt the orgasm explode into his cock he felt another, more familiar sensation--he screamed, no, howled as his aura flared into the visible spectrum and his hair turned glowing gold and lifted from his scalp into the corona of a Super Saiyajin. Juu climaxed once more, but he scarcely noticed, caught up in the throes of his own orgasm, the ecstasy flooding his senses and obliterating any attempt at coherent thought with the sheer intensity of its power. When his brain finally re-engaged, he was lying atop Juuhachi-gou, his heart still pounding, his lungs still sucking in air hungrily, and the night air had taken on a definite chill. The woman beneath him wasn't moving at all; he couldn't feel her heartbeat, couldn't even tell if she was breathing. Did I kill her?! he thought crazily, and raised up on his elbows. Her eyes were open, and she looked at him, starlight glimmering in her unshed tears. "Murasakige," she whispered, voicelessly, "my purple-haired warrior." "Are you..." He had to clear his throat to make his own voice work at all. "Are you all right? Did I hurt you? Am I too heavy?" Juu managed a weak chuckle. "I've had buildings dropped on top of me, and this baka wants to know if he's too heavy." She reached up and took his face in her hands and gave him a soft kiss. "You didn't hurt me, and I wouldn't care a bit if you had. That...was incredible." Trunks blushed a little and nodded once. She laughed then. "Oh, Trunks...how could anyone so shy be such a fierce warrior...not to mention a fantastic lover?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his head down to rest against her breast. He settled against her, his arm draped possessively across her waist. Eventually she said, "So. I guess this means I really am your girl?" He chuckled softly. "Sou." "Good." She kissed the top of his head. "I love you, Murasakige." "Sou." He hugged her waist. "Anata mo...Jewel-chan." "Hmm?" "Jewel." He kissed her chest lightly and settled back down. "It's an English word. It suits you, and it's better than 'Number Eighteen'. If you can call me a special name, I can call you one." "Mm." She toyed with the short hair at the back of his neck. "So...are we going to lie out here all night?" "I'm not sure I remember how to move." "We'll get all dew-wet and cold." "I don't care." Juu sighed softly and settled. "Me either." * * * And the sea glistens And the waves pull us in Something's rising up and up Could it be Just a little breath on the water now is all we need Just a little strength in our hearts Enough to heal --Heather Nova, "Heal"