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“A whole hour into the ball and you haven’t once sought me out for a dance.”
Under normal circumstances, Usagi would have grinned, turned, and leapt into Raditz’s arms before letting him whisk her off onto the dance floor… but these weren’t normal circumstances. No, not at all, and the queen of the moon instead squeaked and jumped, and when she turned to look at him she stared at him owlishly before turning her blue eyes down to the floor. “I… um… sorry,” she managed, her voice strained.
When Raditz didn’t reply, Usagi slowly drug her eyes back up to him, trying her best to ignore how unbelievably good he looked in his dress armor and the handsome figure he cut, towering over the majority of the men in the room. She expected to see a teasing smile—his usual expression whenever they were together—but instead she found a deep, displeased frown and she immediately knew that the jig was up.
He just knew her too well and vice-versa; he knew that something was wrong and now he probably even recognized the fact that she’d been avoiding him for several days. Nothing slipped past Usagi when it came to Raditz, but unfortunately for her at that moment, the flipside was always true, too. Her best friend just knew her too well.
“Come on, let’s dance.”
The renewed smile on his face was good enough to pass for genuine with anyone but her; Usagi knew it was fake the moment she saw it, noticing right away that his eyes were flinty even while his smile was dazzling. “Raddy, I—“
“Oh, come on, angel. Don’t make me beg,” he chuckled as he scooped up her hand and tipped a wink to Rei, who had just turned her head to see what was going on. “Firebug, tell your sister that if she doesn’t dance with me I’ll be broken-hearted.”
“Why?” Rei snorted. “She’s not deaf, dumbass. Most likely, Usagi just doesn’t feel like getting her toes broken by your giant, clumsy feet.”
“Phhht, Rei, you know Raddy’s the best dancer here,” Mina giggled. “Don’t tease him. Hell, I’ll dance with you if Usagi’s not feeling well!” She offered to the long-haired Saiyan.
Usagi noted how Raditz’s smile was suddenly genuine again as he turned to grin at Mina, and the moon queen relaxed a little to see him lose that edge to his eyes, glancing around the ballroom to quickly find an exit. It was too early to excuse herself from her own party, though, damn it! If she left only an hour into the ball, the tabloids would take notice and speculate that she was ill or something… or worse, that she’d taken a lover upstairs to her chambers.
Dear gods, how she hated the stupid, asinine, grasping-at-straws tabloids. They’d make up anything for a juicy story, even if it wasn’t true!
“Usually I wouldn’t turn down a dance from the goddess of love herself, Mina, but my brother’s been making eyes at you all night. He just hasn’t worked up the balls to come over here and talk to you, which doesn’t make a damned bit of sense to me after the way you two made out during Usa’s party last year,” Raditz snickered, glancing up at Turles, who was glowering in his direction. Raising his hand, Raddy waggled his fingers at his brother teasingly, and when Mina looked away from him and at Turles instead, Raditz held his hand over her head and pointed down at her before waving the other warrior over behind the love goddess’s back and out of her line of sight.
“I think he’s shy,” Mina chuckled, her cheeks coloring slightly when her and Turles briefly made eye contact and he swiftly looked away, his face red from more than just the alcohol in the punch he’d spiked with his ever-present flask. “After all, we were both pretty drunk then and he’s been back on Vegeta-sei for the last year. Do you think I should go over and talk to him?”
“Eh, it’s your choice, beautiful. But if I were you, I’d go over on one of those private balconies for a little while and just wait for him to come to you. Turles isn’t the type to approach when a woman’s surrounded by a lot of people,” Raditz advised. “That way if he crashes and burns, there aren’t any witnesses,” he added quietly, grinning when Mina giggled. “Now, if you’ll excuse me… angel, may I have this dance?”
His eyes were back on her, and when Usagi met them she found that they were stony once more. Shit, there was no avoiding this, was there? If she declined, her guardians would know for sure that something had happened between them. “Yes, of course.” Trying her very best not to seem stiff, Usagi took his hand, resisting the urge to withdraw it as the contact brought back the memory of her birthday and how those large, calloused hands had cruised over every inch of her body, but she failed miserably when he pulled her close for the waltz and began to lead her around the dance floor, both of them moving on auto-pilot, well versed in the steps.
“Spill it,” Raditz said softly, “and don’t you dare lie to me, Usagi.”
Trapped on the dance floor with him, the queen could only look up into his eyes and blush hotly, the warmth between her thighs returning for what felt like the millionth time that week. It had been two weeks since she’d helped him through the tail-end of the burning and Usa had been perfectly fine those first seven days, but during the second week she’d dreamt of him nightly and couldn’t seem to stop thinking about sex. Constantly. And not just any old sex, either… sex with him and only him. Now, pressed against him tightly, her fierce desire was making one hell of a comeback, and it was only when she began to tremble that Raditz sighed and his eyes softened.
“It ruined the friendship, didn’t it?” He whispered softly, the grief in his voice thick, the pain in his eyes impossible not to see. “Fuck, I knew it. I knew that this would happen. I knew it would only make shit weird between us… I have to admit, though, for the first week you did a damned good job of pretending that everything was fine.”
“I wasn’t pretending, Raddy,” Usagi replied earnestly. “I… I was fine. I’m still fine. I just… I only…”
“What, angel?” He asked insistently. “If everything’s ok between us, then why have you avoided me for a week? It doesn’t make any sense. We usually hang out almost every day.” When she opened her mouth to reply and then promptly shut it, Raditz sighed in frustration. “What? You don’t trust me?”
“It’s embarrassing,” she whispered. “Raddy, I just…” Glancing around at the rest of the Saiyans in the room, Usagi thought quickly before mumbling under her breath, “disguise pen… unglamour my scent, but only for Raditz and no one else. Let me smell normal to everyone but him.”
The scent of her intense arousal hit him like a freight train and Raditz gawked at her for several seconds before swallowing hard at the feeling of his beast racing to the surface, barely suppressing the overwhelming instinct to purr for her seductively. “What the fuck!?” He hissed out, fighting down the urge to yell. “Usagi, what—“
“It’s not what you think!” She insisted, barely keeping her voice down to a whisper. “I… I… I was fine, I really was! And… and then I woke up last Friday after…” Usagi trailed off then, her face burning in mortification. “It’s just so embarrassing.”
“What’s embarrassing? Just tell me what happened on Friday,” Raditz breathed as he fought down his beast’s reaction to her scent. Just as it had during the burning, the smell of her arousal turned him on like nothing he’d ever encountered, and the most calming aroma he’d ever inhaled was now the most alluring, stimulating scent in the universe!
“I… um… I had a dream,” Usagi squeaked out. “A really, really vivid dream. Of you,” she added breathlessly when he locked eyes with her, his eyebrow quirked in confusion. “I avoided you because I didn’t want you to think that I expected anything or that I’d fallen in love with you or something equally insane,” she finished, babbling out the sentence as quietly as possible. “I didn’t want you to be angry with me so I steered clear of you and I was just going to stay away until the dreams stopped!”
“Dreams? Wait… you’ve had more than one?” Her immediate, quick nod told him that it’d been a nightly occurrence, and Raditz sputtered in a combination of surprise and agony as he tried his best to think of anything and everything disgusting he’d ever seen in an effort to keep his cock down. “Dreams about me?”
“Not all of them are about you,” Usagi answered hurriedly, shaking her head quickly to dispel that paranoid look in his eyes. “I swear it—it’s just that, well… the best ones are,” she explained with a blush.
“Thank the gods,” Raditz let out in a whoosh of air. “You’re just horny, that’s all. I guess that decades-long dry spell had to come back to bite you in the ass at some point.”
“No,” Usagi sighed, finally relaxing at the sight of him doing the same, even though she could hear his beast purring softly for her, the rhythm of it entrancing her and intensifying the heat between her legs, suddenly hyperaware of the warm hand splayed across her lower back. “Raditz, I think it’s because you showed me what good sex could be like,” she hypothesized. “It’s not like Mamo didn’t try, you know? It’s just that he… well, he wasn’t you.”
Despite her awkwardness, Usagi giggled at that and shook her head at the absurdity of it all, the sound becoming a full-blown laugh when Raditz joined in on the joke, his ego puffed up more than ever by her last statement. “So… you want a second round?” He chuckled after a minute. “Honestly… I’ve had some pretty interesting dreams myself,” Raditz admitted after she merely shrugged and blushed hotly, “though something tells me you haven’t handled them the same way I have.”
“What do you—oh,” she gasped, then giggled when he waggled his eyebrows. “Yeah, I’ve never been very good at that. It’s just not quite the same.”
“Eh, it’s not for everyone,” he conceded. “Though… being totally honest with you? We are still being one hundred percent honest no matter what, right?” When she nodded, Raditz smiled—Usagi had always been and would always be honest with him no matter how uncomfortable the subject made her. The same went for him and that would never change. “Being honest, then… I can’t help but feel the need to help you like you helped me, Usagi,” he murmured, keeping his voice low as he continued to twirl her around the dance floor. “Even if I hadn’t fantasized a million times over the last two weeks about flying through your window to take my time with you for hours… I’m sure I could be persuaded with minimal effort. Ok, fine, that wasn’t fully honest. No effort at all, that’s the truth of it,” he admitted as he gazed into her eyes and licked his lips in anticipation. “Just say the word, angel. We’ll go somewhere private for the rest of the night… and I’ll make love to you,” he breathed in her ear as he dipped his face in closer, his breath hot against her neck and his voice thick with desire. “Not a quickie like last time. All night. If I’m gonna get a second shot at this, I wanna take my time so you can enjoy me properly… let you really get the full experience of having me as a lover. Yes?”
The reverse was true as well, and Raditz simply couldn’t wait to get her in bed. He knew damned well why he’d been dreaming about her, too—she was the first woman he’d ever been with that he’d had a real, emotional connection with. For him, sex with Usagi had been the most intensely satisfying thing he’d ever experienced, and that included all of his tumbles with the highly skilled whores at Celes’s. Even they didn’t measure up to his angel… and he’d only been inside of her for a handful of minutes, not countless hours as he’d spent with the others. No, they paled in comparison to the petite goddess of light and love that had nestled herself into his heart.
He’d wanted more since Day One after being inside of his best friend and he’d resisted the urge to bring it up, recalling her gentle reminder as they’d cuddled, well aware that she was probably right. It wasn’t worth bringing it up if it risked the friendship. But if she wanted the same… he was definitely on board with giving and receiving a longer, all-night repeat performance, and Raditz definitely wasn’t above seducing her a little now that she’d made her desires known.
Hell, the seduction was nearly half the fun.
If Usagi thought that her face had felt hot before, it was nothing compared to the heat she felt in her cheeks in reaction to the way he suddenly shifted from platonic to seductive, the hand at her back pulling her close as he locked eyes with her again and gave her a soft, smoldering look. Wow… no man had ever looked at her like that before, and the typically motor-mouthed queen found herself floundering just to speak. “I… you… you mean… you um… you really want… you—you seriously want to—y—you you you you—“
Leaning in once more, Raditz’s lips grazed her ear as he whispered, “would I have just offered myself if I could possibly resist the thought of being inside of you again? You felt so good when you came for me. Usagi… my angel,” he added hoarsely, well aware of what his voice right in her ear was doing to her and just how intensely aroused he’d gotten her by confessing his desire for her. “Full honesty… I’ve never come so hard in my life. I want that again… I want you again. I want to make you come over and over until I can’t hold back anymore. I want to hear the sounds you made last time—gods, the way you moaned my name haunts my dreams. You haunt my dreams,” he sighed truthfully. “Say yes to me, na’ge. There’s nothing wrong with surrendering to this—to me—nothing wrong with indulging our desires when we both want each other this badly.”
“R—Raditz, I… I—“ Lucky for her, the orchestra finished playing the waltz right then and Usagi broke away from the sinful voice that had soaked her panties, staring up at him for a long moment before turning and fleeing for the nearest private balcony as quickly and steadily as she could without causing a scene, her skirts swishing behind her noisily until she made it to the railing and gulped in deep breaths of the cool night air. At least she’d managed to keep her exit to a brisk walk. At least she hadn’t sprinted to get away from the overwhelming temptation to turn her face slightly to the left to crush her mouth to his in what would’ve surely been the most desperate, needy kiss she’d ever—
“I didn’t mean to scare you off.”
His hot breath right against her ear made her jump more than the seductive scrape of his voice, and Usagi trembled when he pressed against her tightly from behind, her hands gripping the balcony railing as her heart hammered away in her chest and the heat between her thighs intensified to the point that it was unbearable. As she felt his lips trailing down her throat and he wrapped his arms around her, Usagi sucked in a sharp breath and barely suppressed a moan of approval, even as her body acquiesced and she leaned into the intimate, fiery path he continued to create with his lips. “R—Raddy… Raddy, I—I—I—“
“No worries,” he whispered against her rapid pulse, positive that she was worried about someone spotting them. “I pulled the door shut. Gods, Usa… you smell delicious, you know that? Absolutely mouthwatering… so tempting to just take you right here. Mmm… right now… gods, I want you more than any woman I’ve wanted in my life.” He grazed his teeth over her collarbone, groaning at the taste of her skin when he traced it with his tongue. “So very tempting… tell me, angel… would you surrender to me right here if I swore to make you come? Right here? Right now?”
Try as she might to deny it to herself and to him, Usa remembered their rule about honesty and choked out a mortified whimper before squinting her eyes shut and nodding weakly. She needed him inside of her so very, very badly; the pulsing ache between her thighs had grown unbearable, crossing the line beyond wanting into pure, raw, undeniable need. It was the most overwhelming thing she’d ever experienced, and despite the risk of being caught, Usagi was ready to submit to him right there on the balcony if it meant feeling him inside of her, moving slow and deep as he had the last time, gently coaxing her into the heaven she’d craved for a week. “R—Raddy… I… I need you,” she hissed out between clenched teeth when he cupped her through all of the layers of her skirts and pressed the fine silk against her drenched sex, the resulting friction curling her toes and dragging a moan from her that made his cock ache fiercely. “M—M’eh… m’eh t’ui au. B—Buh’tir?”
Those words triggered his beast like nothing else ever could or would, and Raditz licked his lips in anticipation before quickly looking around to make sure that no one had slipped in silently onto the balcony, and that no one was down in the gardens below them. “Use your pen,” he breathed in her ear from behind. “Tell it to make us both invisible—it can do that, right?”
He didn’t have to ask twice. “Disguise pen, make it impossible for anyone to sense us in any way.” The moment she felt the glamour engulf them both, Usagi rocked into the hand cupping her through a half-dozen layers of silk and petticoats. “Please, Raddy… please…”
“Mmm… I think I can do better than just my hand, angel,” he whispered as he turned her in his arms and finally kissed her, groaning in surprised pleasure when she immediately took control of it and claimed his lips desperately, her legs wrapping around his waist when he lifted her against him. The kiss was enough to make his beast purr happily but Raditz didn’t let it last long, breaking it in order to slide down to his knees as he sat her on the railing and wrapped his tail around her waist to aid her balance, grinning broadly when Usagi tried to tug him back up to her with a desperate whine. “Don’t worry, na’ge, you’ll have me inside of you soon,” he promised as he shoved her skirts up and grasped her panties, discovering that they were soaked through when he tugged them off of her, purring with pride at the sight of the drenched silk. “But first… I wanted to do this to you during the burning, and I would have if I hadn’t been so impatient to find out how perfect you’d feel wrapped around me. Tonight, however…” He made eye contact with her and smiled at the sight of her glazed-over blue eyes and the sound of her panting for air as she wrapped her long, creamy legs around his shoulders in a clear request for him to take her in any way he wanted, so long as he fulfilled the intense need that she was experiencing for the first time. “…tonight, you’ll find that I can be very patient when I’m properly inspired. Right here and now, I’m going to give you enough to tide you over, and as soon as you can leave the party without drawing suspicion, I’m going to escort you upstairs… and then I’m going to stay the night. The whole night, just like I promised while we danced.”
“N—Nightguard?” Usagi squeaked out innocently when he ducked beneath her petticoats and she felt his hot breath against her folds.
“Mmhmm… though there won’t be any sleeping going on at all if I have anything to say about it.” Parting her lips with his tongue, Raditz gave her one long, slow swipe of it, and her resulting moan made him very glad that she’d thought to tell the disguise pen not to let anyone sense them in any way. Much like his, her voice had a tendency to carry, and as loudly as he hoped to hear her sweet praises for his lovemaking, Raditz was positive that they’d hear her all the way back in the Mare Serenitatis if she hadn’t told her pen to make the glamour soundproof.
“I was thinking during the dance, you know… and I think that what we really need is to…” He kissed her lips again, long and slow, savoring the delicious, addictive taste of her and the soft cry of pleasure she rewarded him with when he traced the hood of her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue. “…get us out of each other’s systems. Mmm… fresh angel tastes even better than I’d imagined,” he murmured as he lapped at the proof of her desire, his fingers eagerly gripping her hips, the thumbs caressing her sensitive flesh in time with every skillful, languorous stroke of his tongue. “Might take a few times, a few nights… maybe even a couple weeks, but… I think that’s what we need. It’s like craving chocolate… gods save me… your clit is so swollen, baby… but yeah… think of this as satisfying a craving. Indulge that craving enough and… mmm… and we’ll eventually satisfy it...what do you think?”
“Whatever you want,” she answered immediately, her voice strained as she rocked her aching bud against his attentive mouth, whimpering at the resulting friction when his lips grazed it and his tongue flicked against the swollen flesh for the briefest of moments. “Anything you want… just please… please don’t stop!”
Her enthusiasm was more than enough to shut him up—there would be enough time for whispering his desires in her ear as he moved inside of her—and Raditz purred with pleasure as he latched onto her clit and sucked, drowning in the sweet and tangy taste of her and her earnest cries of ecstasy, the way her legs tightened around his shoulders, the way her fingers tangled in his hair and tugged as she came apart for him beautifully.
He realized as he looked up that calling her climax merely beautiful was the understatement of the century, and Raditz’s purr shifted to one of aroused delight as he slowly rose from his knees to kiss the red-faced, innocent and inexperienced love goddess perched on the balcony ledge, his right hand burying itself in her ankle-length tresses to tug it out of its usual style, his left waging a war to free his arousal against the stubbornly tight buttons on his rarely-worn dress fatigues.
“Yes, oh yes… yes! Raditz!” Usagi squeaked between the mating of their mouths when she felt his hot, thick cock pulsing against the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. “Raditz… oh… oh yes, Raditz,” she moaned when he pressed to her tight, soaked entrance and the head stretched her wide, using the strength of her legs to lift herself onto him and drop her weight once he was pressing into her.
“No—don’t—don’t want to hurt—“ Raditz choked out between the rough, insistent kisses she gave him as she rocked down and dug her nails into his armor.
“Not hurting me,” she insisted breathlessly as she gripped his hips with her thighs and moved over him, moaning in triumph at the sweet pleasure she was immediately rewarded with.
“Fuck, angel… never thought you’d be half this aggressive,” he groaned as he met her next downward thrust with an upwards roll, gripping her tightly as his mouth descended on her neck, his lips and teeth sucking and nipping at her creamy skin as their hips continuously met in a rhythm that Raditz would have previously considered too rough for someone like his little angel.
She loved it, though, and Usagi replied by moaning her earlier words in complete surrender. “M’eh t’ui au… buh’tir…” When he suddenly gripped her hair firmly at the scalp to hold her still as his teeth possessively locked around her throat in a display of dominance, she knew that his beast was coming out, but rather than feel even a hint of fear or worry, the queen of the Earth and its moon only moaned his name with pleasure as she flexed around him, on the brink of orgasm thanks to that primal display.
“You say you need me,” he whispered roughly in her ear, “but you keep moving.” It was his beast talking, conjured forth by the words that meant much more in Saiyan than they did in her language, and he suddenly ceased his steady thrusts just as she began to tighten around him.
“Don’t stop!” Usagi begged, moving her hips, only to have his free hand grip her firmly and pin her in place. Not hard enough to hurt her, but definitely hard enough to make any quest for friction impossible. “Raddy, please! What did I do!?”
“If you need me,” his beast explained gruffly, “then you need me to make you come. Not you. F’ri h’tir, na’ge m’yo. K’hir,” he added in a whisper, gentling his grip on the little silver-haired queen when Raditz realized he’d never said that word to anyone he’d bedded. It didn’t mean he was in love with her or anything—he cared for her deeply, but he definitely wasn’t in love and he knew it for sure—but it floored him hard enough that he didn’t even try to wrestle control back from his beast when it dawned on him that he really hadn’t ever cared for anyone he’d ever slept with. Not really even as friends. Damn, I really am a slut.
It was then that Usagi realized that his beast was fully in control and not just breaking through a little, and she trembled as she continued to teeter on the edge of orgasm thanks to his soft purr vibrating through both of them. “Please, Kio,” she breathed before leaning up to kiss him, her lips just as hungry and coaxing as they were sweet, her hands clutching at his formal armor when he responded to her plea with a slow grind of his hips… and another… and another. “Yes!” She whimpered heatedly between kisses, resisting the urge to move in time with him, lest he stop again to demand that she surrender to him.
When she didn’t move, Usagi was rewarded with a slow withdrawal of his cock, followed by a deep thrust, and she broke the kiss with a cry of ecstasy, her head rolling back to expose her throat in further subconscious submission. “More,” she practically sobbed, “I n—need more… need you…! Please… please, Raddy… I—I’m so close— I—I’m there—just please make me come!“
That was all she needed to tell him to spur him into thrusting harder and deeper, and Raditz and his beast both growled in triumphant pleasure when she yelled his name to the night sky and clamped down around his cock, her tight, wet core milking him for all he was worth. Like last time, it was the most intense climax of his life, and the Saiyan let loose a long groan of her name as he surrendered to the pleasure even as he rode hers through to the finish. “Usa,” he finally sighed against her lips, followed by a slow, deep, lazy kiss that she returned with a soft moan.
“We’re really gonna do that all night?” She slurred, her eyes somehow starry and glazed simultaneously as she looked up at him in the light of the rising half-moon, her fingers trailing absently through his long, thick hair.
“Mmhmm… but it’ll be even better,” he promised as he nuzzled her affectionately and withdrew from her warmth. “Longer. Slower, for sure. This was just an appetizer, remember? Enough to satisfy you until we can head upstairs. Enough to take the edge off and satisfy us both. Mmm… or maybe not. Believe it or not, I still want more,” he chuckled when he felt his cock try to rise for a second round. “Come on, let’s get back inside and dance before your sisters come looking for us,” he chuckled as he tucked himself away before his libido and desire for her got the better of him, quickly and expertly fixing his buttons and armor—even with her legs still around his waist—so that nothing was out of place except his unrulier-than-usual-hair. Raditz, of all people, definitely had a lot of experience with righting every little detail of his uniform as quickly as possible after a lusty bout of lovemaking, and now was no exception.
“Phhht… sure, but you might want to pull your pants up and run a brush through your hair,” she teased in reply just as he was doing exactly that, one step ahead of her. “Now the hair… heh… it’s a bit tangled,” Usagi giggled. “And where are my panties?” She added with a laugh as she looked around for them without success.
Using his tail, Raditz scooped them up and presented them to her with a wink. “I’d rather keep them, though. May I?”
“Phhht, no! I’m not dancing with you for the next hour or two and going commando in a ballroom full of people!” Usagi yelled as she snatched them from him and unwrapped her legs from around his waist to pull them over her feet and up to her knees, only for Raditz to stop her when she tried to slide down off the balcony railing. “Raddy, you are not taking these panties,” she huffed when he gripped them, only for her next sentence to find itself muffled by a kiss that warmed her from head to toe. It was sweet and gentle even if it held some of the fire that they had just experienced, and after he’d coaxed her lips apart with his tongue and he’d tangled his fingers in her silver strands, Usagi emitted a quiet, happy, utterly contented sigh.
“I’ll take them as a trophy when we get upstairs,” he chuckled as he broke the kiss and carefully lifted her and set her on her feet, drawing her panties up for her in one smooth motion before loosening his tail to let her petticoats and her gown fall into place. “For now, let’s fix your hair, and then mine. Deal?”
“I could just use the pen,” she suggested shyly when he pulled a collapsible brush—something he always carried due to his unruly mane—from his armor and unfolded it, his fingers working the remaining pins from her ruined hairstyle. “I mean… you don’t have to—“
“Usa-angel, we’ve groomed each other a million fucking times. What’s changed?” Raditz asked semi-seriously, locking eyes with her when she blushed and shrugged. “Look… Usa? Maybe we shouldn’t go upstairs,” he rumbled, now suddenly, thoughtfully solemn.
That got her attention, and Usagi’s mouth hung open in shock for a moment before a pang of hurt flooded through her. It must have showed, too, because she immediately felt his guilt through her empathic powers when she instinctively used them to find out if she’d displeased or angered him, but beneath the guilt there was only some worry. Beneath that was a river of the strong love for her that she always felt from him; it was the same love she shared for him in return, that of a staunch, loyal friend that would live and die on the other’s behalf, that would always do anything and everything to make the other happy. Platonic love, yes, but love, all the same. Only now they’d just added sex to it… really amazing sex, at that. “Did I do something wrong?” Usa finally whispered when she couldn’t find the answer she wanted with her powers, her eyes flicking down and away from his in unsure embarrassment, wishing in vain that she could hear his thoughts. After all, she wasn’t a mind reader, only an emotional barometer… though she was very, rarely ever wrong when it came to someone’s heart… especially if that heart was possessed by anyone she had physical contact with. To be fair, however, Usagi had been wrong before.
Just wrong enough to second guess herself whenever someone was a particularly good liar… especially when they were exceptionally skilled at lying to themselves.
“You’re blushing and you’re acting funny. You’re like… all shy and shit,” he elaborated in order to get that hurt look out of those gorgeous blue eyes. “You’ve never turned down an offer for me to brush your hair. You love it when someone brushes your hair, the same as I do. We do this all the time and not once have you told me ‘you don’t have to,’” Raditz said as he tipped her chin up to make her look at him. “Tell me now and be honest with me. Did things change between us?” When she lifted a single silver brow, the Saiyan scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I mean, did this change the friendship? Because if it did, no more sex, and I don’t mean that as a threat. I’m saying it because I wouldn’t give up our current relationship for the best fucking sex in the universe. Understand?”
As Usagi nodded, she couldn’t suppress a teasing smile even though she was filled with relief that this had just been a huge misunderstanding. “Raddy? I said ‘you don’t have to’ because you’ve already done an awful lot for me over the last twenty minutes… with more planned for the rest of the night. I just didn’t want you to think that I was being… I don’t know… demanding or stingy or something like that. That’s all.”
“Oh. Phhhht, sorry! You got me paranoid for a second there, angel!” Raditz laughed as he turned her so she was facing away from him and he immediately started to carefully work the tangles his eager hands had left in her hair whenever he’d kissed her. “To be fair, though… I didn’t do an awful lot for you. I did an awful lot to you,” he teased.
“With an awful lot more to be done to me in only a couple hours,” Usagi replied with false gravity, her lips twitching up as she blushed hotly at the idea of just everything he could and probably would do to her. Well aware of the stories told about him behind hands and in hushed whispers—and loudly cried throughout the palace if Minako was the one doing the telling—there was probably an awful lot she didn’t know about.
“Oh... you have no idea, angel,” Raditz chuckled darkly, flashing her an easy, rakish grin as her hair submitted beneath his hands—and the brush— just as she had and the tangles worked loose quickly and efficiently. After all, he’d had a lot of experience with working out snags and tangles from long hair well before they’d ever become friends, and lucky for them both, Usagi had far better, more cooperative hair than he did. And lucky for them both, Usagi had just dropped the glamour, having smoothly most of the wrinkles out of her gown.
Lucky because Minako chose just then to come through the door. “The fuck happened to your hair?” She asked with a curious, completely unaccusing look. Knowing Raditz, they’d been dicking around and picking on each other and teasing and shoving, and Raddy had somehow fucked up Usagi’s hairstyle… before fucking it up more on purpose just to make her squeal and try her best to smack him around.
Those two were always getting into some kind of juvenile mischief, and the last half hour they’d been missing was almost assuredly no exception… and Raditz and Usagi confirmed it with a massive grin from him and a sputter and a blush from her.
“Whatever it was, hurry it up, would you?” Mina snorted in mild amusement. Of course, Raditz would choose a royal ball to get into a tickle fight or something ridiculous with the queen just to make her lighten up… something which Usagi exceedingly needed to do ever since the alliance with the Saiyans. Since Frieza’s defeat at hers and the Elite’s hands, Usa had had way too much shit on her plate… hm… maybe she could use an invitation to the goddess of lust’s temple for a nice, long, deep massage from one of her best masseuses. “Heh… hey, Usa? I’ve been thinking about your birthday present.”
At the mention of birthday presents and quickly recalling the results of Raditz’s, Usagi tried her best not to blush and was silently grateful when the man in question seemed to sense what was going on and moved around her to begin gathering her smoothed-out hair into one long bundle, his massive form blocking Mina’s line of sight. “Oh?” She asked, expecting her voice to sound strangled, amazed at how utterly calm it was. “You don’t need to get my anything, Minako, you know that.”
“Well… I’ve been thinking… you free at all this week? I keep inviting you to the temple and you never take me up on it. Perhaps it’s time that you should.”
She couldn’t see Minako’s face, but she could definitely see Raditz’s, and the fact that his beast was still riding high and well in control was evident by the dark look that crept over his features. “Gods, no, Mina!” Usagi squeaked out. That would’ve been her reply anyway, but something about the way Raditz seemed to invisibly relax filled her with relief, even if she would never step a foot inside of that temple for anything other than strictly Senshi business.
“Bah… you’re no fun. Raditz, you need to hang out with her more and loosen her the hell up,” Venus teased with a grin, which was returned by the man that had only just entertained the idea of strangling her for her offer to her sister.
Oh, I’ll loosen her up alright… in more ways than one, he thought privately. Apparently Usagi had had the same thought, too, and he winked at her discreetly and waggled his eyes when she turned red. “You know… I’ve been thinking the same thing the last week. My best friend shouldn’t be wound so tight all the time… I think another one of my sleepovers is required, don’t you, Mina? Junk food and movies and backrubs.”
“I see you’ve already started with the tickle-fights and the hair-grooming,” Mina snorted with a roll of her eyes as Raddy tied off a neat, elegant braid that brushed the backs of Usa’s knees. “And I think you’re right. She needs some relaxation. I’ll go call off her regular guards and tell them she’s got a Saiyan nightguard tonight. That way you don’t keep her bodyguards awake with all of your giggling and squealing.”
And moaning and screaming, Raditz added silently with a satisfied smile that only Usagi could see as he made the pretense of straightening her gown when it wasn’t needed. “Heh… yeah. We did make a lot of noise last time. We probably will tonight, too.”
Fighting the urge to keep the words from exploding from her, Usagi managed to hold them in until Minako was gone, talking on her communicator to the queen’s guards to make it so. “Oh you totally planned that!” She hissed, smacking his arm with a mischevious grin she couldn’t contain. “That was smooth!”
Shrugging easily, Raditz just tipped her another wink, glanced behind him, and decided that a kiss was too risky. No point in spoiling everything he was planning for that night by bending down to kiss her, not when another sister of hers could waltz right in and catch them. “What can I say, angel… I’m all about getting what I want. Now… I want to dance some more. Am I gonna get it?” He asked with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“Phht… yes, of course,” Usa giggled as she looped her arm through his. “Come on, Raddy, time to make an appearance for the tabloids.”
Gods, they’d have a field day with what just happened, he thought wryly as he led her through the doors and tugged her out onto the ballroom floor. They’d probably just stare in awe at what I’m going to do to their queen tonight.