A/N- sorry about the long absence. Hopefully the distractions will be minimal now that it is summer! :)

CHAPTER SIX

For a man who spent so much time preaching about the importance of holding back, Trunks showed no signs of going easy on Pan. There had been a few frightening moments during their third round in which he nearly looked possessed as he drove himself inside of her, grunting like an animal and crushing her against him, his grip growing tighter and tighter on her hips, her shoulders, her arms, her legs. He seemed to be everywhere at once, jerking her into strange and sometimes uncomfortable positions. At one point he had slammed her so hard into the wall that the plaster cracked beneath her, but he didn't notice at all.

In the rare occasion that she was able to focus on anything other than the way her body stretched and contorted around him, she thought back to their contract. She was sure there had been something in there about stopping if either of them grew frightened or uncomfortable, but she sealed her lips against the urge. If she told him that he was scaring her, then he'd be overtaken with shame and likely never touch her again.

Instead, she said, "slow down," and was relieved when he slowed at once. He held her close to him and pulled her to the bed where he dropped her onto the mattress, flipped her around and continued at a much more manageable rate. Her legs shook as his hands roamed over and squeezed her bottom.

She knew he was close when his thrusts began to pick up speed again and the calloused fingers of one of his hands snaked in between her legs and found her clitoris.

Warmth spread in her belly, stars popped in her vision and her body seemed to explode, releasing every ounce of fear or worry she'd ever had. Her body turned to mush and she sank back to the mattress feeling thoroughly used up and exhausted. Trunks collapsed next to, his breathing heavy and his body damp.

"You tired?" he asked between pants.

"That's an understatement," she said a little dreamily. Her body had already shut down and her mind was quickly following.

She was vaguely aware of a floating sensation after that but didn't comprehend it until the next day, when she woke to find herself in Trunk's spare bedroom. She imagined that her feelings should have been hurt, but Trunks had made it very clear that they would not be sleeping in the same bed before this whole ordeal ever began and had made good on that promise by carting her from the room once he was done. So instead of moping, she tossed the covers aside and stood up...

…. and then fell right back down.

The muscles in her thighs and torso felt as if they'd all been stretched across the length of a football field and her hips and breasts were swollen with bruises. In addition, she was absolutely ravenous!

Sex, it seemed, was a lot like fighting—it left her exhausted, sore and hungry.

She stood again, this time more prepared for the uncomfortable sensation in her muscles and groaned when she spotted the clock. It was 7:15 in the morning. Not only was she sleep deprived, she also only had forty-five minutes to eat, make it back to her apartment, shower, dress and get to school on time.

She looked around her clothes but they were no where to be found. Dread seeped in when she remembered in a flash of clarity how Trunks has literally ripped her jeans off of her and tossed them into the corner. Muttering angrily about overzealous Saiyans, Pan wrapped a sheet around her, toga-style, and tiptoed out of the room.

Trunks' door stood ajar and from her spot in the hall she could clearly see that he wasn't in bed.

Must've gone to work already, she thought, pushing her way into the room. She went straight for his chest of drawers and rummaged through them with one goal in mind: basketball shorts or anything else with a drawstring that she could borrow.

She found a pair of shorts in the fourth drawer down, shimmied into them and grabbed a plain white t-shirt as well. She'd just let the sheet drop when a strong pair of hands wrapped around her and pulled her back into a chiseled chest that had suddenly become very familiar to her.

"I thought you'd gone to work already," Pan said, trying to remain calm to the fact that his fingers were tugging playfully at one of her nipples.

"No," Trunks said, "But I did go to your apartment for you. I grabbed your books and some clothes. For future reference, you may want to bring something to change into when you come for your lessons."

She nodded and tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle a moan.

Trunks chuckled and she shivered when his breath hit the back of her neck.

"How are you feeling?" he asked

"Like a rubber pencil."

He laughed harder, grabbed the t-shirt from her hands and, with one swift yank, pulled her borrowed shorts back down. "I was thinking on the way back, this morning seemed like the perfect time to introduce you to a little thing the general public calls The Quickie."

Her teeth caught her bottom lip as she considered it. The time was now 7:20. If she wanted to be to school by eight, she'd be pushing it. "I don't know. My lessons..."

But Trunks was already marching her towards the master bathroom. "It's called muti-tasking, Pan. It's a beautiful thing."

His bathroom could have housed a small family, but she barely got the chance to look at it before he was pushing her into the shower, which was the size of her kitchen. Dozens of shower heads jutted from the walls from every direction, and two particularly large ones were settled directly overhead. Some of the shower heads had thick winding cords coming from them and were obviously detachable while others were stationary, but every last one of them were facing the center, where there sat what Pan could only imagine was a shower bench.

"Rich people," she muttered. "Can't even take a shower properly."

"I'll have you know," he said, turning the faucets. Jets of water shot out, making the experience more like standing in the middle of hurricane than taking an actual shower, "this setup was very affordable."

Then he bent her over the bench.

##

At 7:59, Pan eased down into her chair towards the back of the classroom. Her legs were still shaking, there was a dull ache pulsating between her legs and her bottom was tender from where Trunks' wet skin had been slapping against it this morning. At the time, the smacking noise made from their contact had been distant and hardly noticeable. It wasn't until she raked the towel over herself that she noticed the subtle sting.

Mya eyed her skeptically from across the room and Pan knew she needed to come up with something believable before the bell rang. She decided to keep it simple.

"I fell," she said when the teacher released them and Mya had all but instant transmissioned in front of her. "Right down the stairs."

"You fell?" she repeated, crossing her arms. Clearly she wasn't buying it.

"It's true. I hit my butt on every stair on the way down."

"Mmhmm. And how was your date?"

"Fine." She gathered her books and tried to keep herself from wincing as she stood.

"Trevor had honorable intentions then?" Mya pressed.

Pan nodded. "He was the perfect gentlemen."

"AH HA!" Mya yelped and pointed one of her short, accusatory fingers in Pan's face. "You said his name was Travis last night! Not Trevor! Who in the world forgets their date's name? You're hiding something Pan Son. Now spill!"

For a moment—just one brief shining moment—Pan thought about telling Mya everything. It would have been nice to have a girl friend to talk to and knowing Mya she'd probably pester Pan for as long as it took to solve this mystery. But she had agreed to Trunks' terms. He put their very friendship on the line because Pan asked him too. The least she could do was keep her word.

"I-." she began, but a soft buzzing in her back pocket saved her from having to answer. With fumbling fingers she pulled her cell from her pocket, gave a fleeting glace at the number on screen and said, "Sorry. I have to take this."

Honestly, it could have been a telemarketer calling and she would have answered. She probably would have purchased whatever he was trying to sell as well out of gratitude for getting Mya off her back for the moment.

"Pan!" Her Uncle Goten greeted from the other end of the line. "How's my favorite niece?"

"Uncle Goten," she sighed. "I'm your only niece."

"All the more reason that you should be my favorite."

She smiled, despite herself. It was always good to hear from Goten. He hardly ever got to call what with his busy night life. He'd had nearly as many women as Trunks and the bulk of them were insufferable. Quite a few of them didn't approve of him calling Pan simply because she was another girl. It didn't matter that she was his niece—not to them.

"-around for Easter holiday," Goten was saying.

Pan gave herself a shake. "What?"

"I said, Mom and Bulma have been plotting another Z Gang gathering. They'd like for you and Trunks to make it as well and wanted me to ask if you'd be able to come around for Easter Holiday."

Easter was two months away. "Yeah. I imagine I can."

"Good," he chimed. "You seem a little distracted. You doing okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. Then glancing at the unfinished assignments she still has stuffed in her bag from yesterday added, "just trying to catch up on some school work."

After that, Pan had to become very crafty to avoid long periods of time alone with Mya. Lunch time proved to be especially difficult and in a desperate attempt to keep herself unavailable, stayed behind in Mr. Thomas' class and asked to go over their latest tests results—one question at a time, with lengthy explanations—even though she had passed with a nighty-eight percent.

During her final class of the day, she found herself fretting in her chair. She hadn't asked Trunks about their schedule. She knew the weekly breakdown of the material, but was she meant to come to his apartment every night? Or was this an every-other-day ordeal? Perhaps it was even less frequent than that. Maybe he only intended to see her once a week.

She'd come close to texting him several times, but always stopped herself. What if she came across as clingy? This whole having-sex-with-your-best-friend thing was proving to be far more complicated than she could have imagined. Whereas she could have bothered him about anything at any time before all of this, now she found herself fretting over crossing invisible lines.

Luckily, she was spared the trouble of asking the schedule when she received a text form him moments before the bell rang.

When the teacher turned towards the projector she stealthily pulled her phone out and read the two word message.

Eight o'clock.

##

It was four o'clock and Trunks was in a very good mood.

Even though he'd arrived to work late, he'd managed to get quite bit done. Several clients were happy with their latest shipments, he'd caught up on his meetings, the fire in legal has been thoroughly doused and he had more lessons with Pan to look forward to this evening.

The extra spring in his step did not go unnoticed by the his staff. He'd never been what anyone would call a bad boss, but he certainly wasn't enjoyable either. Normally he was all business. He'd been accused on more than one occasion for having a one track mind and being married to his work, but such was not the case today.

He'd always wondered what it was that made humans so chipper after sex. He even tried to break it down scientifically in the past, but had never experienced the phenomena himself. After a while, he concluded that it had to be a human thing.

Sure, he enjoyed sex. He was a man after all. But the euphoria that followed the act always evaded him. He supposed now that it was because he'd never had sex properly, what with having to hold back all the time.

And now that he'd finally experienced it, he was reluctant to let it go. He knew perfectly well that at some point this arrangement would come to a close, but, he thought, what was the harm in squeezing out every single enjoyable moment he could while it was available?

It wasn't as if he was using Pan. This was her idea in the first place. Plus there were the rules. And as long as they were followed to the letter, no heartache would be involved when this whole thing was over.

He strolled leisurely into his last meeting of the day and met with a beefy man named Conner. Conner was in the airplane business and was looking to have something built with speed while maintaining the benefits of first-class comfort. The proposed budget was extremely tight and one that Trunks would have normally declined, but he was in such a good mood that he agreed to give it a shot and told Conner he'd have some sketches drafted.

At 6:15 he left Capsule Corp and was back to his pent house by seven.

After a quick shower (in which his mind was bombarded by the memory of that morning), he bolted down his supper and had barely cleared the dishes when Pan knocked.

She put on a good show, but couldn't quite hide her subtle bow-legged limp from his Saiyan eyes.

"Too rough?" he guessed, wasting no time in guiding her back to his bedroom.

"No," she said, holding her head high. "I expect it's perfectly normal to be a little sore after your first time, thank you very much."

"Oh good," he said darkly. "I was worried I'd have to go easy on you for a minute there."

Despite his threats, Trunks did, indeed, go a great deal easier on Pan that night.