Day Three: Early Morning

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“Yes, yes, yes!” her voice rang out to fill the empty house. Raditzu froze as he was about to eat another spoonful of his food, staring at her. “Sorry, this food is good, better than eating bread.” She shoveled canned mush into her mouth. “I never knew canned corn could taste so good.” she washed it down with some water and looked at her companion with bright eyes.

Silence settled around them like the dust that covered the floor. She finished her meal, consisting of 4 cans of various varieties. Her lover ate much more; however, he did not seem as excited about eating canned food. If they had had bread he would have probably gone hunting for more rabbit and leaves.

“Imagine if this was our house,” the saiya-jin froze again, his spoon slipped from his fingers. “I mean, minus the dust, and better décor. Maybe bigger in size.” She looked about the kitchen, beginning to see it in a different light. “And the sound of little feet-”

“Hey, that’s a great idea. Why don’t we…uh…play some cards?” he cut her off before mentioning anything drastic. He knew how a woman worked, as soon as an idea came to mind they’d do anything to get it. They had the headquarters, and that was house enough. Children? No way! Raditzu was child enough; he didn’t need anymore children hogging his lifestyle. He made sure not to say anything to Eighteen, of course.

“What game did you have in mind?” she asked, clearing the table and wiping it down with an old rag that had been left behind.

“Poker…well, a different kind of poker.” He coughed and pulled his cards out. “I’ll teach you.” His grin was curious, but she smiled and sat down opposite of him delightfully. She couldn’t pass up this form of entertainment, otherwise they may go crazy, and not the good kind of crazy either.

Hours passed, the night crept into the sky, and the house grew dark. There was no electricity, but the android was ever so clever. She had rummaged about in the dark looking for candles, and now two sat aflame and illuminating their faces and bodies in the bedroom. Strangely, it had been his idea to move to the bedroom, but she did not protest. The game had been thoroughly explained to her, and she played as well as she could. It was obvious that he was winning. She didn’t know how to keep a poker face, much to her dismay.

It didn’t take long before the girl was left sitting on the bed with only her underwear to cover her lithe form. “Are you sure this is how we play poker? It seems…scandalous.” She gripped her cards tightly and close to her body so as to hide them from her adversary. He wore only his pants, she had been lucky in finally winning a few games.

“Of course, I told you it was a different kind of poker. It’s what the real adults play, babe.” He grinned and then looked down at his cards with a light in his eyes.

As they played the candles melted downward, dripping wax upon the surface where they had been placed. The soft flame played warm light against her contours, making her skin glow like the setting sun. Her golden hair caught flecks of light and seemed as if the very material it resembled. She blushed and hid behind drawn knees, hair cascading down her shoulders and against her burning cheeks. She smiled abashed, using only one arm to hold her cards, whilst the other pressed tenderly to her bosom. He assured her that he had seen her well enough before, but try as he might; the android remained as shy as a school girl. All that was left upon her body was the white cotton socks protecting her dainty little feet. She was going to lose; he still had more clothing on.

“What happens if I…uh…lose?” she asked timidly. Her deep soft eyes sparkled as the flickering candles reflected into them.

“Oh, that’s the best part. You don’t really lose. Don’t worry.” His eyes seemed full of primal emotion, one which she was unsure of, but she was hardly afraid of him. On the contrary, her pricing blue eyes cast about his body, taking note of how the candle light created such soft features against his abdomen and his face. She also took note of other things, but quickly looked back upward as he stared at his cards with much intensity. He wanted to win, even if there were no losers in this game, he had to win.

The game drew to a close as she pulled each sock off while attempting to shield her body. She tossed them upon the dusty floor, and turned upon her hands and knees on the bed, she crawled for the safety of the blanket. “Oh no you don’t!” she heard him call as a force hit her, lightly, but forcing her against the bed. His hands clasped about her firm body, pulling her into a cuddle, whilst his hands roamed. “Why get a blanket when you got me?” he asked, playfully.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, to be honest.” She replied, turning her head to look at his face. He dove in deftly and caught her lips in a kiss. She felt her body tingle at the sensation, but her naïve nature was ever prominent.

“I love you, that’s what’s going on.” He said in the softest tone she had ever heard from him. She turned upon her back to get a better look at him, and he stroked the side of her face while taking in her beauty.

“I…love you too.” She said, feeling a moment of shyness within her. “I’m just not sure that you understand…for me I’ve only known you for a short time. I know that for you we’ve known each other for years. We’ve done things…said things.” She looked away, but he redirected her gaze back to him with his hand. She seemed distraught, naked and unsure in his embrace. “I don’t know what’s right, and what’s not.”

He looked upon her, beginning to see the pain she was in. Not physical pain, but mental. She wanted to remember his touch, his love. She couldn’t, and he would never fully understand what she was going through. He missed her touch, and her love. A small part of him felt selfish for leading her awry, but God damn it; he couldn’t fight his urges to be with her. He lowered his head to her chest and held onto her like his life depended on it. She stroked his hair lovingly and held him close to her body. He moved suddenly to look into her eyes again, only to find them vacant and lifeless. In a fit of panic he gripped her shoulders and cried her name.

“Babe?” Her eyes were closed, but she could feel his hands gripping against her. He knew what she wanted, now, but did he want it too? His word had interrupted her, but no matter. She used a hand and pushed the back of his head so that their parted lips connected. A muffled, pleased sound ensued, but the origin was unknown. He pulled her even closer, if that was possible. He brought a hand up to caress her cheek, and then they parted. His thumb played against her bottom lip, while she looked up with a look he had only seen once before. “You sure…?” his words trailed off into a world of oblivion. Of course she was sure, wasn’t she? He need not see if his suspicions were correct, she gave a simple and easy reply. Her lips slid around his thumb, while her nimble tongue gave way to teasing the appendage. “Oh God!” Yes, that was answer enough. They had waited long enough, why it had never occurred sooner was a mystery to them. The timing was perfect, wasn’t it? Long feelings of displeasure toward him, building up, until finally they both let it end with a kiss. It couldn’t end there, not now, a burning feeling deep inside wanted more than that kiss.

Swimming, that’s what it felt like. The world swallowed her whole, and then spat her out. His voice came to her ears, and pulled at her conscience, bringing her back to him. Her eyes lit up with life, and she took in his face as the warm light bathed him beautifully. “I…got another memory.” She looked at him, her eyes showing slight confusion. She fought to recall the memory, to explain to him. Her face lit up again, and then she blushed profusely. “Oh my…We, well, we were in a tower…and…” her lover lowered and kissed her fully, all passion and love seemed to be aflame and she felt the emotions dwelling within her as well.

“You don’t have to tell me, I know what memory that is.” He said as he broke away. “I hope that some day we can relive that moment, but I would never want you to do something you weren’t ready for.” He smiled down at her.

“I want you, but not yet. I guess for me it would be the first time, and I want it to be special…again.” She blushed again, turning away.

“Babe, with you it’s always special.” he proceeded to deliver an attack on her body, and she squealed as the tickles assaulted her senses. How cruel!