Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.

Hello! Here are my responses to the Mature BVDN on the We're Just Saiyan Google Community for February 22, 2015. The theme was Intimate Desires. Prompts were 40 minutes and had to be 300 words or less and Yaay! I was able to get exactly 300 for each one this time!

AN: Warning- Mature Content.

Prompt 1: Passion

He loved to watch her; he always watched her and took into account how alluring she looked, no matter what she was doing.

He loved the way she walked; the alluring, feminine sway of her hips and he mused at how oblivious she was to how fascinated he was in watching her walk. Her tall, confident walk never faltered whether she was done up to the nines for a function or dressed down in a baggy jumpsuit while wandering around the compound.

He loved the way her eyes lit up when she was talking about a new project; the way her brow knitted in deep concentration when she was working on something.

He loved the way she looked at him, as she was right now.

It was always his undoing.

No matter his firm resolve to leave her alone and focus on his personal goals.

Never had he encountered a woman who turned him on, enraged him and inflamed his passions as she did.

He dismissed his thoughts and silently berated himself as he looked down at her; here he was again, his resolve to stay completely away from her, shattered to nothing and he was undone by a mere glance and the side of her mouth turned up just a bit, a sort of mischievous smile that seemed reserved only for him; as he had never seen her give that look to anyone else, not even the weakling.

It is shameful; he told himself.

However all thoughts of that were erased as she settled on her knees before him, slid off his training shorts and began to stroke him; softly at first, then harder, with purpose, just the way she knew he liked.

He loved the way she looked when she was concentrating on just him and him alone.

Prompt 2: Heated Kisses

She continued her ministrations on his manhood, biting her lower lip and looking at him coyly a moment before taking his length into her mouth.

He gasped out loud at the feeling of her mouth and hand around him; how such a small thing could feel so amazing to his senses.

Her tongue swirled around him as she sucked on him and bobbed her head back and forth slowly while twisting her hand around his shaft, purposely teasing him.

He held his breath as he looked down at her, loving it when she made eye contact with him as she pleasured him with her mouth; her eyes dancing with mischief before she reached down and slid her other hand down her front to touch herself and moaned in delight.

He would have spent himself right then as he watched her touch herself had she not still been fully clothed; though the mental image of her touching herself was enough to immediately throw him over the edge.

"Enough," he growled, hauling her up to his level and crashing his lips to her, kissing her deeply.

She moaned into his mouth as she kissed him back; running her hands through his thick, surprisingly soft hair. Never had she been kissed like that, not by any of her crushes in school, not by Yamcha.

No, Vegeta kissed by the book; his heated kisses made her forget about everything else.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her close to her bed. "Remove these garments," he demanded.

"Impatient, are we?" she huffed, raising an eyebrow at him. "Ask nicely,"

"Woman," he growled, removing his shirt and kicking off his shorts and stood before her in all his naked glory.

She smiled at his nonverbal request before whipping off her clothes. "Alright then."

Prompt 3: Soft Skin

Within seconds of her removing her clothes, he had her pinned down on her back on the bed and was ravaging her mouth urgently as though she was his lifeline.

His hands were all over her, groping her breasts, between her thighs, her side to travel all the way down her hip and leg; he always marveled at her soft skin every time they were together. Every inch of her body was always perfectly soft and silky smooth to the touch, not to mention she always smelled phenomenal.

"Hey, slow down," she moaned into his mouth as he continued to kiss her within an inch of her life.

"Hmmn," he grunted, moving his lips up her jaw line up to her ear and nipping on it just hard enough to make her yelp.

"Jerk," she said, smacking him on the shoulder and bringing her knees up to her chest and crossing her legs so that he could not settle himself in between her thighs.

He took her offending hand and kissed her palm tenderly a moment before sliding his tongue up to one of her fingers and bit down on it.

"Ow!" she squeaked in mock outrage but before she could object further, he took her finger in her mouth and began to suck on it.

He looked at her in an almost predatory manner as he took turns licking each and every one of her fingers.

Bulma smiled at him; despite her mock objections to his roughness, secretly she loved it.

She reached up to him and pulled him back down to her, her knees still bent to her chest, blocking him from her and kissed him.

He growled at her stubbornness and keeping him blocked from what he wanted as he continued to kiss her deeply.

Prompt 4: Fast Heart Beat

She giggled at him and his impatience; her favorite part of sex was the anticipation and teasing and mock putting off.

Tired of waiting, he gently, yet urgently pried her legs apart, allowing himself access to her and brought her right leg up into the crook of his elbow so she could not stave him off any longer, he knew she liked to play with him and put him off.

He took her hand back and sucked on one of her fingers again and placed it between her legs, "Touch yourself," he said.

Bulma arched an eyebrow at him in amusement, this is different, she thought to herself but did as he asked.

She slid her fingers up and down along herself slowly, moaning softly as she did so but not breaking eye contact with him. After a moment, she slid a finger inside herself and she sighed as he watched in heated fascination.

She took one of his hands and guided it to her warm center and began stroking herself with his hand just the way she liked to be touched.

He didn't say anything, only allowed her to manipulate his hand to do what she wanted it to, alternating from light circular motions on her most sensitive spot to stroking her insides slowly.

She threw her head back in ecstasy, loving that he was humoring her and letting her show him how she wanted to be touched by him.

In the midst of her pleasure, she skimmed her other hand up and down his body appreciatively and finally it came to a rest on his chest, right by his heart and her eyes shot open in wonder as she could feel his fast heart beat beneath the well-developed pectoral muscle.

He looked at her again and kissed her.

Prompt 5: Sweet Smiles

Their couplings were usually so quick and almost impersonal that when she was able to feel his heart beating it was oddly enough the most intimate and personal moment they had ever shared together and she knew in that moment that she had it bad for him; that this now went beyond just hooking up whenever they both wanted gratification.

For her, anyway, it had become more than just that and the fact that he had a heartbeat reminded her that he was still a man made of flesh and blood. While he would mock that and take it as a deep insult, it brought her comfort.

He almost forgot himself as he looked down at her and was caught by the sweetest smile from her. His natural suspicious tendency warned him that she was up to something but that thought was drowned out as she then reached for his neglected manhood and stroked him.

Vegeta growled as he took both her hands and pinned them above her head and sunk himself deeply into her, savoring her tightness and her moan of contentment as he did so; her leg was still trapped in the crook of his elbow so he was able to move into her deeper and at a different angle than they had previously explored together.

She tried to free her wrists from his one handed grasp but was unable. He squeezed her wrists gently and playfully, acknowledging that he knew she wanted them free but was deliberately ignoring her; she had tortured him enough for one evening, it was his turn to do as he liked with her.

He scraped his teeth along her collar bone as he alternated in kissing and nipping the delicate skin of her neck, the feel of her pulse against his mouth turning him on.

Prompt 6: Gentle Caresses

He was going to bite down on her and claim her as his but caught himself; he could not do that despite his every instinct wanting him to do so.

He closed his mouth over hers once again in a searing kiss as she hitched her other leg up around his hip, allowing him to delve deeper into her as he quickened his pace.

She cried out her release into his mouth as she came, writhing against his hard, toned body and he continued to thrust into her, his own climax close.

Moments later, he growled as he came, filling her with his seed as he rocked his hips slowly into her trying to prolong his pleasure.

He stayed like that a moment before releasing her hands and carefully pulling out of her.

As usual, he was about to leave; he always left immediately following their coupling, but she reached for his arm and gently pulled on him.

"Please stay," she whispet the moment and red quietly

He was going to mock her with an acidic rebuff but the way she looked at him made him reconsider and so he relented. "Hmmn," he grunted, falling into bed next to her as she grabbed her blanket and tossed it over them.

To her surprise and delight, he voluntarily took her into his arms and held her. His large hands almost absent mindedly gently caressing her skin in such a way that shocked her, considering who she was with.

Soothing as it was, it did little to lull her to sleep; she wanted him again.

She turned around in his arms and kissed him chastely and wrapped a leg around his hip, making her intentions known.

"Insatiable wench," he murmured as he slid himself back into her again and lost himself in everything that was Bulma.

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Not my best work… I worked all day, had updated my main fic which is in high stress mode and to boot my hubby was having a That 70's Show marathon on Netflix… So not conducive to writing smut… Lol! It was still fun though and hope you still enjoyed.

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