[Vegeta however, is used to this very thing. Back at home for him this was so commonplace, whether it was coming up behind her while she was watching TV or doing some sort of chore, to their own private time. So many years had passed since their first fling, and expressing how much he loved her like this had become second nature to him. It took a long time of course, but even he got it right finally. And now he's doing just that, making her feel loved just as he's always done for so long. And for this moment it feels as if nothing really ever changed. Sure, she was what; twenty-six years younger than him now? But being with her at this moment doesn't make him feel that old at all, the age gap doesn't bother him in the slightest and he won't bother to even think about the difference between the two of them. Well, for now at least.]
[He leans a little more into it, the faintest sound of a low moan involuntarily escaping from his vocal chords. But he's starting to run out of air, so he releases and looks back at her to see she'd started to cry again- but he knows she'll be ok. It helps so much because he knows what happens, he knows that even though he puts her through so much she gets what she's getting now in the end, and she'll cry those same tears except it'll be during a time that she'll remember. Not this time defiant land who's logic defied what he knew back at home.
He still wears his arrogant smile, leaning back in now that he's caught his breath and kisses up her neck, a hand now resting on her hip instead of her cheek. He lands one last peck on her lips again and leans his forehead against hers.]
So, do you still think none of this affects the current you? Or perhaps I've gotten through that stubborn attitude of yours and kissed some sense into you. [He grins again, because he loves it when he thinks he's winning, always.] Oh, and I hate having to stay in this tiny excuse for a living space. I'd much rather have a house.
[March 16th, Action]
[He leans a little more into it, the faintest sound of a low moan involuntarily escaping from his vocal chords. But he's starting to run out of air, so he releases and looks back at her to see she'd started to cry again- but he knows she'll be ok. It helps so much because he knows what happens, he knows that even though he puts her through so much she gets what she's getting now in the end, and she'll cry those same tears except it'll be during a time that she'll remember. Not this time defiant land who's logic defied what he knew back at home.
He still wears his arrogant smile, leaning back in now that he's caught his breath and kisses up her neck, a hand now resting on her hip instead of her cheek. He lands one last peck on her lips again and leans his forehead against hers.]
So, do you still think none of this affects the current you? Or perhaps I've gotten through that stubborn attitude of yours and kissed some sense into you. [He grins again, because he loves it when he thinks he's winning, always.] Oh, and I hate having to stay in this tiny excuse for a living space. I'd much rather have a house.