The pressure of his fingers didn't hurt, but something about the way he squeezed just had her arching into him even more, as if craving more of his touch. The way his voice got lower and the need in his eyes made her shudder in anticipation. She didn't mind this side of Trunks.

"Better help me then." She answers back, moving his hands to hook them on the waistband of her pants and starting to push them down. She'll lean back on the counter, making it easier to slide her pants.