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Fanfic: He loves me!NO DOUBT! Trunks/Pan FF
Chapter: He loves me! NO DOUBT! Trunks / Pan FF
So, here I am again!!!!
Since I can't continue writing on "Because the Night Belongs to Lovers ..." because I'm not yet sure how the story should turn out, I wrote this FF as a small compensation.
Declaration of signs and age:
"..." = someone is speaking
>> ... << = someone thinks
Trunks is 31 years old, Pan is 17.
So have fun reading.
To be continued soon.
He loves me ... NO DOUBT!
Have you ever loved someone so much that you nearly lost your mind?
Have you ever needed someone so bad that you couldn't live without them?
Have you ever missed someone so much that you wished your existence would end?
If so, then you know how much the thought of him tormented me.
I loved him, I've loved him for as long as I could remember. But to him I was just the little girl, his friend's niece, a naive little child.But he, he was already an adult. He was in the prime of his life, looked like a top model, which he still does today, had a girlfriend and was a respected man with money.
Before, I had just turned 16, he told me he loved me. I was surprised that he did not approve of the relationship between Bra and Goten, but he explained to me the fact that he was in love with him. He loved me in ways that had nothing to do with the relationship between a man and a woman. A manner for which he himself couldn't find the right words. Only that this sensation went far beyond the limits of love.
I've always been his # 1. He preferred me to everyone. His parents, his girlfriend, even Goten, his best friend. He hated everyone who didn't treat me the way he did. Nobody was allowed to talk badly about me, touch me, he wouldn't let them. As already said, I was his number 1, his best friend and a little more. In my whole youth he was the epitome of perfection, the goal of my dreams and at some point he became something of a drug for me, I was dependent on him.I didn't see him for a week and started to get bitchy and hysterical. I was unbearable. By the time he came back everything was fine.
I hated everyone except his family and friends who were close to him. Well, he saw me more than his girlfriend, but I was still jealous. Jealous that the two got closer than us. Much closer.
I know that sounds pretty crazy, but I loved him like no other creature on earth. More than my parents and friends, more than my grandfather, even more than my life.
I still remember exactly, the best day of my life was my 18th birthday, the day from which I could finally do what I wanted. I came of age.
It was a starry summer night, a night like her couldn't have been more beautiful. To celebrate the day, he invited me to a very fine restaurant. Everything was so romantic. Candlelight, flowers and he too.
Later, around 11 p.m., we left the restaurant and made our way home. Quite the gentleman he was raised to be, even if you didn't notice that often, of course he brought me home. He wanted to drive, but I insisted that it was such a beautiful night to walk.
So we walked along these seemingly endless streets and talked about everything that was on our minds. Just like best friends do.
When I got home, he took me to the front door and suddenly there was silence. We stood right in front of each other and looked deep into each other's eyes, we had never done anything like this before. It started tingling again in my stomach and I knew that it would be soon. He would keep his promise. The promise he made a few years ago that he would be the first man to kiss me.
My whole life I had just waited for this kiss and now it would finally happen.
His face is approaching mine and I could already feel his breath, I closed my eyes.
Thousands of thoughts shot through my head. Thoughts like: >> Do you even want that? If he just kisses you, is that enough for you? <<
I pushed these useless thoughts aside, I knew I wanted to. I've wanted it for as long as I could remember!
His lips were only millimeters from mine, and I was getting scared.
>> What if he kisses me and everything stays the same, when I'm still that little girl in his eyes, when nothing changes between us! I mean what should I expect, he has a girlfriend, he seems to love her. But why does he want to kiss me then? <<
I didn't care about anything now. I took his face in my hands and gently pulled it to my lips, a fraction of a second later we kissed. At first cautious and shy, but then more and more passionate. It seemed to me as if we had stood there for an eternity kissing each other until he suddenly hesitated and then stopped.I slowly pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. For the first time in my life I could read fear in them.
But what was he afraid of? Cheating on his girlfriend? It couldn't be because that's what he'd just done with that kiss. Maybe he was afraid of destroying our friendship, giving me false hopes or hurting me.
He left and we stopped talking about that evening.
But that wasn't the last time that I should see him so upset.
Later, it was now autumn, he came to see me late at night.
There was a knock on the window, I put aside the boo I had just read, pushed the curtains aside and opened the door. He stood before me, wet to the bone with glassy eyes. He must have cried, he was totally desperate ..
I asked him inside and he sat on my bed. Buried his face in his hands and trembled all over. I sat down next to it, gently put my arms around his back and pulled him to me.He did not resist and sank into my arms.
Suddenly it gushed out of him like a waterfall.
He'd broken up with his girlfriend just because of someone else. Again and again he mumbled something about an impossible love, a love that had no meaning and no future. I was beginning to understand why he was so downcast.
Every time I asked him who the other was, he blocked it. He didn't block directly, he looked me in the eye and said nothing.
A long time passed and we fell silent.
He got up and just wanted to leave. No goodbye, no hug, nothing. He just wanted to go, I thought!
He went to the window and looked out into the dark night. I wanted to help him, cheer him up, just be with him, so I got up and went to the window too. I stopped next to him and looked into his eyes, full of pain and sadness
When he noticed my looks, he smiled. There it was again that smile that I would have given my life for, that smile that I loved everywhere about him.I gently leaned my head on his shoulder, his hand brushing strands of strands from my face. He leaned over to me, kissed my forehead gently, I was enchanted. A spell that held me prisoner. Faster than I could think, he put his arms around my waist and hugged me. At that moment I would have liked to know what he was thinking. He buried his face in my hair, I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his presence.
Until something came up that I would never have thought.
He whispered something, at first I didn't understand, but then he repeated it.
"I love you!"
I stood there as if in a trance, unable to move, let alone say anything. I would have loved to return his declaration of love, but I was terrified.
We stood there for a long time, I in his arms. That was the best thing that could have happened to me, because now I had the certainty that he loved me too. My heart was almost racing, my legs were shaking, my whole body was in turmoil.
Something warm, damp ran down my cheeks, I cried. I cried for joy.
I had waited so long for him to say something like that to me, and now ...
he had done it.
I put my arms around his neck, pulled him closer to me, he started kissing my neck. Then my cheek and finally my lips. We sank into a deep, endless kiss. I enjoyed every second, every touch and the warmth he radiated. Everything seemed so unreal, like a dream. A wonderful dream that I hoped would never end. We kissed over and over again. The kisses became more painful, more demanding.
So, I'm really mean and stop here! If I'm supposed to keep writing, write commies nicely.
Greetings here again to all who read my stories.
And a really big * Knubu * = (kiss-kiss) to CuddleUpMe.
I LOVE YOUR STORIES !!!!
And of course, how can I forget you at: VGETALOVESBULMA !!!
HDGMUDL, little sister !!!
Bye, your Bulma2oo2
Since I can't continue writing on "Because the Night Belongs to Lovers ..." because I'm not yet sure how the story should turn out, I wrote this FF as a small compensation.
Declaration of signs and age:
"..." = someone is speaking
>> ... << = someone thinks
Trunks is 31 years old, Pan is 17.
So have fun reading.
To be continued soon.
He loves me ... NO DOUBT!
Have you ever loved someone so much that you nearly lost your mind?
Have you ever needed someone so bad that you couldn't live without them?
Have you ever missed someone so much that you wished your existence would end?
If so, then you know how much the thought of him tormented me.
I loved him, I've loved him for as long as I could remember. But to him I was just the little girl, his friend's niece, a naive little child.But he, he was already an adult. He was in the prime of his life, looked like a top model, which he still does today, had a girlfriend and was a respected man with money.
Before, I had just turned 16, he told me he loved me. I was surprised that he did not approve of the relationship between Bra and Goten, but he explained to me the fact that he was in love with him. He loved me in ways that had nothing to do with the relationship between a man and a woman. A manner for which he himself couldn't find the right words. Only that this sensation went far beyond the limits of love.
I've always been his # 1. He preferred me to everyone. His parents, his girlfriend, even Goten, his best friend. He hated everyone who didn't treat me the way he did. Nobody was allowed to talk badly about me, touch me, he wouldn't let them. As already said, I was his number 1, his best friend and a little more. In my whole youth he was the epitome of perfection, the goal of my dreams and at some point he became something of a drug for me, I was dependent on him.I didn't see him for a week and started to get bitchy and hysterical. I was unbearable. By the time he came back everything was fine.
I hated everyone except his family and friends who were close to him. Well, he saw me more than his girlfriend, but I was still jealous. Jealous that the two got closer than us. Much closer.
I know that sounds pretty crazy, but I loved him like no other creature on earth. More than my parents and friends, more than my grandfather, even more than my life.
I still remember exactly, the best day of my life was my 18th birthday, the day from which I could finally do what I wanted. I came of age.
It was a starry summer night, a night like her couldn't have been more beautiful. To celebrate the day, he invited me to a very fine restaurant. Everything was so romantic. Candlelight, flowers and he too.
Later, around 11 p.m., we left the restaurant and made our way home. Quite the gentleman he was raised to be, even if you didn't notice that often, of course he brought me home. He wanted to drive, but I insisted that it was such a beautiful night to walk.
So we walked along these seemingly endless streets and talked about everything that was on our minds. Just like best friends do.
When I got home, he took me to the front door and suddenly there was silence. We stood right in front of each other and looked deep into each other's eyes, we had never done anything like this before. It started tingling again in my stomach and I knew that it would be soon. He would keep his promise. The promise he made a few years ago that he would be the first man to kiss me.
My whole life I had just waited for this kiss and now it would finally happen.
His face is approaching mine and I could already feel his breath, I closed my eyes.
Thousands of thoughts shot through my head. Thoughts like: >> Do you even want that? If he just kisses you, is that enough for you? <<
I pushed these useless thoughts aside, I knew I wanted to. I've wanted it for as long as I could remember!
His lips were only millimeters from mine, and I was getting scared.
>> What if he kisses me and everything stays the same, when I'm still that little girl in his eyes, when nothing changes between us! I mean what should I expect, he has a girlfriend, he seems to love her. But why does he want to kiss me then? <<
I didn't care about anything now. I took his face in my hands and gently pulled it to my lips, a fraction of a second later we kissed. At first cautious and shy, but then more and more passionate. It seemed to me as if we had stood there for an eternity kissing each other until he suddenly hesitated and then stopped.I slowly pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. For the first time in my life I could read fear in them.
But what was he afraid of? Cheating on his girlfriend? It couldn't be because that's what he'd just done with that kiss. Maybe he was afraid of destroying our friendship, giving me false hopes or hurting me.
He left and we stopped talking about that evening.
But that wasn't the last time that I should see him so upset.
Later, it was now autumn, he came to see me late at night.
There was a knock on the window, I put aside the boo I had just read, pushed the curtains aside and opened the door. He stood before me, wet to the bone with glassy eyes. He must have cried, he was totally desperate ..
I asked him inside and he sat on my bed. Buried his face in his hands and trembled all over. I sat down next to it, gently put my arms around his back and pulled him to me.He did not resist and sank into my arms.
Suddenly it gushed out of him like a waterfall.
He'd broken up with his girlfriend just because of someone else. Again and again he mumbled something about an impossible love, a love that had no meaning and no future. I was beginning to understand why he was so downcast.
Every time I asked him who the other was, he blocked it. He didn't block directly, he looked me in the eye and said nothing.
A long time passed and we fell silent.
He got up and just wanted to leave. No goodbye, no hug, nothing. He just wanted to go, I thought!
He went to the window and looked out into the dark night. I wanted to help him, cheer him up, just be with him, so I got up and went to the window too. I stopped next to him and looked into his eyes, full of pain and sadness
When he noticed my looks, he smiled. There it was again that smile that I would have given my life for, that smile that I loved everywhere about him.I gently leaned my head on his shoulder, his hand brushing strands of strands from my face. He leaned over to me, kissed my forehead gently, I was enchanted. A spell that held me prisoner. Faster than I could think, he put his arms around my waist and hugged me. At that moment I would have liked to know what he was thinking. He buried his face in my hair, I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his presence.
Until something came up that I would never have thought.
He whispered something, at first I didn't understand, but then he repeated it.
"I love you!"
I stood there as if in a trance, unable to move, let alone say anything. I would have loved to return his declaration of love, but I was terrified.
We stood there for a long time, I in his arms. That was the best thing that could have happened to me, because now I had the certainty that he loved me too. My heart was almost racing, my legs were shaking, my whole body was in turmoil.
Something warm, damp ran down my cheeks, I cried. I cried for joy.
I had waited so long for him to say something like that to me, and now ...
he had done it.
I put my arms around his neck, pulled him closer to me, he started kissing my neck. Then my cheek and finally my lips. We sank into a deep, endless kiss. I enjoyed every second, every touch and the warmth he radiated. Everything seemed so unreal, like a dream. A wonderful dream that I hoped would never end. We kissed over and over again. The kisses became more painful, more demanding.
So, I'm really mean and stop here! If I'm supposed to keep writing, write commies nicely.
Greetings here again to all who read my stories.
And a really big * Knubu * = (kiss-kiss) to CuddleUpMe.
I LOVE YOUR STORIES !!!!
And of course, how can I forget you at: VGETALOVESBULMA !!!
HDGMUDL, little sister !!!
Bye, your Bulma2oo2