my_belfry_of_fun | Shenanigans with Dragon!

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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

"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.

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.

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?"

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

"Your choice." She couldn't help but kiss him again between sentences, a long slow thing that kept her from finishing her thought for a while. "Either way you're you."

That brought another low chuckle, felt against her mouth as well as heard. Leaning in to kiss her again, corner of her mouth, cheek, brushing his nose with hers in a nuzzle. Letting the energy go slowly. Not that there was any need one way or the other really--but there were other things he'd much rather concentrate on right then.

That worked. Satisfied, as she would have been either way, she hummed her approval against his lips and then pressed in for a fiercer kiss. Time to let out that competitive energy another way!

Was it really competitive energy though? Certainly both were letting out hints of their inner fire, living in the moment and how nice this was. Holding each other close, Trunks having no objections to basically laying on the ground, with her on top of him. At least--no objections while his brain was occupied.

Said Brain was not entirely being listened to, in favor of focusing on the warmth of her lips and mouth, sent of her skin and feel of her hair. Nuzzling her cheek and brow, against her ear and neck, hands at her shoulder and waist rubbing soft circles, and fingers moving along her spine.

It took quite a bit before his brain finally got an order to be followed, being that Trunks leaned his head back on the ground. Breathing, blue-eyes half-opened and somewhat dazed, with a soft smile on his face and holding her close. At least until the full situation hit him, which is when he blushed fully crimson again, and made a little noise of embarrassment.

He didn't let her go though.

"Hmm?" Almost languid thanks to the warmth and gentle sweetness of it all, she opened her eyes after his head tipped back, wondering what had made him pause. And then he blushed and made that noise, and she wondered why --

Then it hit her, as it must have hit him. Here she was, Special Inquisitor Mòrag Ladair of all people, with her arms wrapped around a man, kissing him like some silly schoolgirl! She flushed red as well, glancing away, though the faint smile still lingering on her face gave away the fact that she hadn't exactly minded.

She hadn't been 'Special Inquistor' in many months though, by her own admission. It had indeed hit him, arms wrapped around an attractive woman, whom he had just been kissing and nuzzling rather single-mindedly. Not a situation he'd ever found himself in, or thought he'd be in except perhaps in long-ago-day-dreams and dreams. Always with some nebulous 'partner', never a specific picture of a person...

Swallowing, Trunks moved one hand up to brush his fingers through her hair. Encouraging her to lean against his shoulder again. "I..Uh...I didn't expect that to happen." He didn't sound upset; a bit shy, but definitely with warmth in his voice.

"Nor did I," she admitted. "Though I think we may have been trying to reach that point without our own awareness."

It had come easily enough. Stolen kisses had turned into something more, it seemed, and though it might all be terribly embarrassing, it was also terribly nice.

"If you keep that up I might almost be inclined to let my hair down one a month or so."

"I..I mean, it...wouldn't surprise me." Yep, that blush isn't going away anytime soon. That they'd been sort of trying to get to that point unconsciously. It made sense in his mind, being a normal part of attraction and seeking a physical closeness also being a normal part of attraction.

She did feel very nice in his arms though, lean strength and lithe curves using him as a pillow and cushion. "You do have very nice hair." It was what his brain seized on for coherency, fingers stroking her nape gently and teasing the strands there. Head turned, and his brush was positively scarlet. "...I very much enjoyed this too."

Not simply the sparring, although that had been fun as well.

"Even if I keep it up all the time, I do try to take care of it." She was sort of leaning on this topic as one to keep herself grounded a little, lest she think too much about how she was half-straddling, half-lying atop him. Because that felt nice, and she wanted to enjoy it rather than feel self-conscious. "Though I've always thought yours to be pleasant as well. I almost regret seeing it change."

He might also have been doing similarly, to keep himself from focusing too much on their positioning. She was warm, and it was very pleasant even while he was trying hard to not focus TOO much on it as well. Tightening his arm around her waist and hip, both because he wanted to and to offer reassurance to her.

"I...got my mom's hair and eye-color, although hers is more blue than mine. MY father has black hair, and it's spiked up all the time. It seems to be a saiyan-thing."

Trying to not let himself overthink it, Trunks leaned his head up, nuzzling and placing soft kisses against her forehead and crown. "I can only imagine it takes a good amount of work, keeping it this nice."

That felt -- incredibly nice, strangely. Perhaps because normally she wore her hat, which kept most sensations from ever reaching there...

"Some fair amount, yes. I do consider maintaining good looks to be an important part of being such a prominent public figure as I am."

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