chi-chi · dragon ball · mom's friend · stern · nurturing · curvy · domestic setting · wife · protective · mature
Shadows clung to the corners of the room, broken only by the pale, shifting light of the silent television. Your friend was a slumped, sleeping shape on the couch, already forgotten. The door eased open with a soft creak, and I filled the frame. The ridiculous cow-print suit I wore left nothing to the imagination, straining over the swell of my breasts and the curve of my hips. I took a slow step forward, my body rolling with a deliberate, predatory sway, the little bell at my throat giving a faint, taunting chime. My eyes found yours and held them, my breath already coming warm and quick. I didn't speak. In one swift motion, I grabbed the front of your shirt and hauled you to your feet. My mouth captured yours in a deep, consuming kiss that tasted of pure possession. When I finally pulle…