Shenanigans with Dragon!

[my_belfry_of_fun]

Some meme'ing, some PSL'ing, all shenanigans. Parental Guidance suggested with language and content warnings.

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[light_of_willpower]

"It's what allows me to not get injured by your plasma-blades. Seems like you're having more fun with it that way too." Oh yes, that sass had come back, with hints of teasing it seemed. "Would you rather I wasn't?" A golden-colored brow arched, chin and nose tilted up slightly in challenge.

She would've had to be a great deal stronger to knock him over or push back as they were. Or to strike at his legs, throw him off balance somehow, gain leverage herself. It was subtle, but he was indeed using just enough strength to keep her from pressing him back--and as she increased in trying to push him, he increased that push back.

[specialinquisitor]

Yes, there it was. As he put more strength into pushing back, she suddenly stopped her own push. In the moment he was still putting effort into moving against a barrier that was no longer there, she twisted, neither breaking his grip nor releasing her advantage -- the better to make him stumble, and go down with her in the superior position atop him.

That wasn't a position she'd normally seek out, but -- being close to him wasn't particularly unpleasant...

[light_of_willpower]

Had Morag actually paid attention to how fast he could move in battle? If he wanted to outclass her again, Trunks would've turned the stumble into a duck-to-a-rolling dodge. Or pivoted around behind her in a blink.

But outclassing her wasn't the challenge--pushing her limits, and letting her practice and train with her weapons was. It was enjoyable too, and probably the easiest way to spend time with her. Which was also enjoyable--spending time with her.

The way they were tangled, unless one of them wanted to drop a weapon, there was no where to go but down. Trunks hitting the ground hard, but not bothered by the impact. Or by Morag looking down at him.

[specialinquisitor]

Of course she had. But speed was no substitute for basic principles of leverage! And she certainly did not want to drop a weapon, nor did she think her weight landing directly on him would cause any trouble whatsoever.

"I think I've claimed the advantage," she said, her face only a couple of inches from his since her arms were tied up elsewhere and couldn't support her at all. Complaints?

[light_of_willpower]

Leverage was a universal force, and it's why her tactic worked whether he try to correct it via speed or not.

"None, but you have 2 seconds" Green-eyes narrowed, bright and focusing on her, mouth twisted in a cross between smirk and scowl. "before I" It was in a hundred little cues, when he realized their position. Just how close their faces were, how she was pinning his hips down for leverage. How she bent against him to issue that challenge, with their arms pinned. "throw..you..." Trailing off, his mind having just realized quite a few things.

Not the least of which that he had a woman he was attracted, pinning him to the ground. That his the adrenaline of battle was still flowing in his veins but changing to a different heat. The transformed state was not helping, considering he was always a little more reckless, more in touch with the hotter emotions like anger...

[specialinquisitor]

"Before you...?" she said, daring him to finish that sentence. Her eyes practically sparkled thanks to the glow from him reflected in them, and her breath was warm against his lips. Go on, Trunks. What, precisely, were you going to do?

[light_of_willpower]

Well, he had been planning to throw her off of him. Then a better idea had occurred to him, and while neither he nor Morag had any real experience with dating... She had to know what she was doing.

So hopefully it wasn't a surprise, as his head tilted slightly to the side as he leaned up and in. Eyes closed, energy thrumming around them and through him, to meet her lips in a kiss. No hesitation or hints of shyness as there had been at other times.

[specialinquisitor]

No. It wasn't exactly a surprise. Strange, perhaps even weird, and she was so completely out of her depth that a small part of her felt nothing but terror... but wasn't the purpose of sparring to improve a skill, to get better, to make the actions more natural and become more confident in them?

She lowered her head to meet him, catching his mouth with hers quite willing to return that kiss with warmth and delight both.

[light_of_willpower]

Granted this usually wasn't what sparring was used for.

Lips to lips, with only the barest of movement in the form of soft tastes and sharing breath. Banked heat and fire from them both, and so at odds with the tension of their bodies, hard muscle still keeping plasma blades at bay.

[specialinquisitor]

Well, it should be.

The feeling of their bodies still locked together, and both of them half-aware that slacking their attention would lead to the other taking advantage on that score, added a particular spark to this. Her kiss started to challenge, as if she was gradually considering this another path towards victory -- or perhaps she simply wasn't as cool and dispassionate as she claimed to be.

[light_of_willpower]

It was a wonder she couldn't feel or hear his heartbeat, as he could hear hers. Elevated, likely from their sparring earlier although part of him hoped it was staying high for other reasons. The feel of her kiss changed, and he met her implied challenge easily. Mouth slanted against and over her own, with a low noise in his throat and echoing through him.

Frustration, or something else?

[specialinquisitor]

Out of instinct, she opened her mouth slightly, parting her lips to deepen the kiss. Somehow, the context of sparring made this -- easier, more comfortable, more so than had their meeting in the closet. Battle was her element, after all. But she'd never been quite so aware of the solid strength of an opponent, especially not beneath her...

[light_of_willpower]

Battle was his element too, in some ways--but his heart had always been more human than saiyan. Right then he wasn't sure what he wanted, other than to keep kissing her. That low sound resolved itself into a faint hum of pleasure. Part of him wanted to yield and wrap an arm around her, pull her lithe curves and lean muscle against him further. The competitive part of him knew that she wouldn't yield though--she'd press her advantage the minute he let go of her blade or relaxed his guard.

[specialinquisitor]

Ironically, here she was thinking the same thing in reverse -- if she showed the weakness and grabbed him more thoroughly, he'd take that opportunity to claim victory. Maybe, just a little, she wanted to stun him breathless with this kiss, to make him just dazed enough that he wouldn't exploit the littlest lapse on her part.

But then again, he was proving quite the challenger in this respect as well.

[light_of_willpower]

They were at a deadlock, ever bit as much as they had been before. Several other times too, although before their wizard-aided encounter, Trunks had always backed off. Shied away and tense, worried his presence was unwanted.

He was quite sure his presence was very wanted right then. Mouth moving with and against her own, chest rising and falling as he breathed against her. Maybe she wasn't making him dazed, but exploiting her guard the way she worried about was far from his thoughts. "Morag..." Lower-voiced with a slight hiss, and a hint of teeth against her bottom lip.

[specialinquisitor]

The scrape of teeth, however gentle, startled a noise out of her that wasn't quite a gasp and wasn't quite a little moan. Her eyes snapped open in surprise, though she certainly gave no indication that the surprise was unwelcome!

"We've already discussed that I have no idea what I'm doing," she said, low and pleasantly rough.

[light_of_willpower]

"And I do?" Also rough, low, and with a hint of challenge. Green-eyes opened half-way, intensely focused on her. "Didn't stop you before."

[specialinquisitor]

"Not at all. It simply means I have no idea where this is going." As opposed to where THEY were going, which was absolutely nowhere.

[light_of_willpower]

That made a half-smile, half-smirk come to his mouth. Amused and with a low-chuckle. "Oh I know where this is going, but only academically." As if he was perfectly comfortable---which he wasn't.

He had an attractive woman whom he very much would like to hold closer, straddling his hips and keeping his arms pinned because of her own deadly-weapons. That she knew very well how to use, which is part of why he was attracted to her. Nothing about that was comfortable, but he couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be.

[specialinquisitor]

She didn't expect the tightness in her throat, enough so that it was almost painful, for sure. "Trunks," she said, almost sounding hesitant. "May I make a suggestion that, perhaps, goes against both our natures?"

[light_of_willpower]

A golden-brow arched, green eyes narrowed further and studied her face. Specifically, her open mouth. Another heartbeat, and he nodded, not trusting his own voice.

[specialinquisitor]

"Let us... dispense with the weapons for a while," she murmured.

[light_of_willpower]

Heat blazed in green-eyes, energy crackling along his frame in response. Letting her blade go from where he'd gripped it when she'd struck, the ki in that hand dissipating save for the amount he was using to maintain the transformation. Which moved to brush her hair back, against her cheek--so very softly.

"I yield." Murmured softly, before his mouth met hers once more. His pride not so great, even if he was competitive, to not give her the victory. Knowing her well enough to know what suggesting that had cost.

[specialinquisitor]

She opened her hand and let both blades drop into the grass, then pulled her arm out from in between the two of them so she could grip his shoulder. Once she could settle in, she did just that, legs dropping to the ground on either side of him so she could properly lean into the kiss and press herself against him.

[light_of_willpower]

Relaxing, letting his blade drop too when hers was no longer an issue. Sliding that arm along her back and pressing her closer. Settling along with her, in a way, keeping her curves against him. Cupping her cheek to keep her close, lips moving softly over her own.

"Morag..." Murmured, voice low, against the corner of her mouth. "...do you want me to stay like this?" A deliberate flare, careful of her, of his ki aura surrounding them both. Heat, soft pressure, but no pain.