Tied Up
"What in Vegeta's good name are you doing?!" Raditz all but hollered, coming into the small house he and his mate shared.
There before him was his little Earth woman, Rose, lying on her stomach in the floor and hog-tied by twinkle lights.
He couldn't really see her face, but judging by the way she tensed, he knew she was embarrassed by being found in such a precarious position.
"So glad you asked!" She huffed, " I know thinking isn't really a Saiyan's strong suit, Rad Tits, but I really believe it is exactly what it looks like... I'm stuck!"
Shaking off her comment, he came more into the room and knelt beside her.
"What were you doing in the first place?" He asked, lightly pulling on the lights wrapped around her wrists. Surely to the gods, she didn't actually just get stuck like this? Like some idiot?
"Looks like a battle took place," He added.
Annoyed, Rose began her woeful tale of absolute bullshittery, "Well, do you remember that human holiday I was telling you about? Christmas? Well, I was decorating for that with lights and stuff, and instead of having your six foot and three inches tall ass her to help. I slipped off my step-stool and well, here we are."
He really couldn't help it. He busted out in laughter.
"Hey, asshole, you gonna help me get out of this mess or not?" she asked. flopping a bit to regain his attention.
His laughter died to a quieter giggle and gently he rolled her onto her back.
"I'll help you, Dove, if you help me," he purred, grinning devilishly.
She gulped.
"Help with what, exactly?" Her face was aflame and her body was a bit tingly from the look in Raditz's eyes and from being tied up.
She could see it now, he wasn't very hard to read unless he was fighting; that quiet hunger. That ferocity in which he needed her. The tent in his jeans.
They looked good on him. The denim hugged his ass just right. Of course with him being a fighter, he hated them with a passion at first. After time on Earth, though, much like his prince, he finally came around to Earth clothes and ways.
Back to the matter, she felt almost like prey under the careful consideration of his gaze.
He confirmed her feeling a moment later when he stated, " You know I do enjoy my prey tied up like this." He stroked her cheek softly.
Well. Shit. That did it. She flushed again brightly, squirming.
He flashed her a devious grin and oh so slowly, he trailed his hand from her face, down her neck, stopping at the very top of her breasts.
He brushed her left breast, making the nipple peak under the attention.
Once again, he was marveling how perfect she was. He never thought that he'd find this. This bond between two people. Saiyans of course mated, perhaps even more strongly than humans did, but that didn't matter, really. He just loved her. He loved the way she molded to him. Loved the sound of her voice. Loved everything about his Rose. His dove of a human. Someone that he'd die for. Someone he'd continue to live for.
He'd never say that to her aloud, for Saiyan Pride and all, but he hoped with every fiber of his being that she knew it.
"You okay?" came her sweet voice, breaking him of his stupor.
He leaned down and kissed her deeply. His hand continued to massage her breast as the other buried itself into her hair.



















