Lost on Titan

{Part 28}

~Videl~

Videl felt extremely awkward entering Kane's place. Kane immediately went to his room, and a few moments after his bedroom door shut, she vaguely heard the sound of water running, like he was taking a shower. Videl's panties were ridiculously  wet from their intimate moment in the hallway. She didn't want to join Dare in the kitchen - who was searing up meat and chopping lettuce and tomatoes. She had an irrational fear that Dare could somehow just look at her and magically know that she was soaking wet, and that felt wrong on so many levels, even if she knew it was unrealistic. She ducked her head, holding her hand over the mark Kane had given her on her neck, and made her way to the couch. But the wetness of the fabric between her legs was so unsettling, and she couldn't distract herself from the awareness of it. She got up from the couch abruptly - she had to take them off. Holding her bag with her wet swimsuit, she paused at Kane's bedroom door. Luckily, it wasn't locked and it slid open for her to enter, and slid closed behind her once she stepped in. She hit the lock button, and waited for the click. Kane's bathroom door was closed, and she could still hear the shower running, so she had time. She just had to be quick.

Videl untied the drawstrings on her sweatpants and started shimmying them down her legs like she was being timed. The adrenaline she felt at the possibility of being caught (quite literally) with her pants down made her hands shake. She had to kick off her shoes so she could finish getting her pants off. One of her shoes smacked into his dresser with a thump  that made her stomach do a somersault. The shower wasn't running anymore.

"Oh Stars!" Videl whisper-shouted, hurrying to slide her panties down her thighs. She had just managed to slip them off and was frantically stuffing them in the bag with her swimsuit when the bathroom door slid open, and she was caught red-handed, naked from the waist down. She hadn't gotten to put her pants back on yet. Kane stood in the doorway with a towel wrapped low around his waist, and the knowledge that he was naked beneath it would have undoubtedly ruined the dryness of her pants - if she had actually been successful in getting them back on before he came in.

"V, what - " Kane might have been about to ask why she was hanging out in his room, but whatever it had been that he was going to say vanished from his mind when he realized that she was exposed. His free arm that wasn't gripping the towel jerked as if he was about to respectfully shield his eyes, but he didn't. He was frozen - blinking like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Videl's cheeks burned fiercely as she covered her most intimate place with her hands.

"I'm sorry!" Videl squeaked, dropping down to reach for her heap of pants on the floor. She had to force the explanation out of her mouth, nearly choking on the words. "My panties were so wet, I had to take them off! I felt really weird sitting on the - "

She was so embarrassed that she felt like crying as she slipped her feet into her pant legs as fast as she could. As she straightened and began to pull her pants over her knees, she forced herself to look up at Kane. Her heart skipped a beat - the expression on his face was scary. His eyebrows were pulled together, making him appear to be glaring. The muscles in his jaw were flexing as he clenched his teeth. His nostrils flared like a caged animal being teased with fresh meat that was just out of reach. When he spoke, his voice sounded eerily dangerous. His eyes dropped to her still-exposed flesh.

"Are you trying to ruin me?"

Kane sounded angry, broken, accusing, lustful. He dropped to his knees in front of her, stilling her hands from their hasty attempt to pull her pants up the rest of the way and cover her shame. He leaned his forehead against her lower abdomen, his breathing shaky and ragged. Videl gasped sharply, a part of her anticipating him to put his mouth on her vulnerable exposure. She suddenly felt dizzy - imagining what she had thought for a second that he had been about to do. She was initially scared of it, almost squirming away to stop him, but then in the next second, she began to ache for his mouth on her so severely that her warmth was throbbing with need. She wanted him to do it, needed him to. He was so close. She didn't know whether to apologize again, or say "please."